Zhuang Yan didn't wear formal clothes, he put on a casual sweater, and the collar of his shirt was exposed at his neck.
Some people are handsome without any dead ends. Whether it is a suit and leather shoes, or a sweater and shirt, they cannot resist the mature masculinity.
When he laughed, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, his eyebrows softened a little, and it was even more difficult to look away.
In the words of those star-chasing girls on the Internet, they laughed so hard that they were all choked up.
Xie Ning looked away from the dazzling face and stared at the snowflake on Zhuang Yan's shoulder for a while: "Why, why are you here?"
"Build you a snowman, no, snow rabbit." Zhuang Yan shrugged, "How about it, great painter, can it catch your eye?"
I don't know how long it took Zhuang Yan to build this snow rabbit. He broke two branches and stuck it on top of it, and used a carrot for his nose. Then he found two long green leaves for ears from nowhere, and the tail drooped like a drooping.
The colors are rich and creative, and it is not exquisite and beautiful, but it is quite joyful.
But Xie Ning somehow was moved by this happy snow rabbit.
He blinked: "I like it very much."
Then sniffed: "Thank you."
Zhuang Yan chuckled lightly: "So moved that you want to cry?"
Xie Ning whispered, "I didn't cry."
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and pulled Xie Ning to his side: "The corners of my eyes are so red, and I'm still stubborn."
how come
Xie Ning subconsciously touched the corner of his eye, but he couldn't feel it for a while.
However, Zhuang Yan was amused by his actions.
Xie Ning continued stubbornly: "This is frozen red."
"Okay." Zhuang Yan looked happy, "If you say it's frozen red, then it's frozen red."
Xie Ning has come out of his depressed mood now. He looked at Zhuang Yan and said, "Are you making fun of me again? Actually, the corners of my eyes aren't red at all, right?"
Zhuang Yan was overjoyed: "Finally reacted?"
Xie Ning glared at him with puffed cheeks.
Zhuang Yan sighed: "the corners of your eyes are not red, but the expression on your face when you got out of the car looked like you were about to cry."
Xie Ning was slightly taken aback.
Zhuang Yan said softly, "Why did you just coax him two days ago, and now you're not happy?"
Xie Ning shook his head: "Not unhappy."
Zhuang Yan sneered, as if he was laughing at him and refused to tell the truth.
He put his hand on Xie Ning's shoulder. Seeing that Xie Ning didn't have any conflicting movements, he embraced it and said, "Tell me, who made my Mr. Rabbit sad again?"
Zhuang Yan got too close, as if to hug him, but kept a little distance.
Further, you can fall into his arms.
Take a step back, and the ambiguity is gone.
He didn't wear perfume today, and the smell on his body was very clean, as refreshing as snow.
Xie Ning sniffed the smell, and his mind suddenly went blank.
He couldn't remember anything at the moment, even forgot to refute the sentence "My Mr. Rabbit", just widened his eyes and stared blankly at Zhuang Yan.
Xie Ning has a cold and reserved personality, does not like to communicate with others, and is not very close to his family. His ex-boyfriend is nothing but a good friend like Yan Xi.
Yan Xi's temperament is carefree and grumpy, and sometimes he can't see Xie Ning's mood changes.
Zhuang Yan was the first person who could see his mood at a glance and tried his best to make him happy.
This feeling was too unfamiliar, and Xie Ning didn't know how to deal with it.
After a few seconds, Xie Ning reached out and grabbed Zhuang Yan's shirt: "Mr. Blue Whale."
Zhuang Yan whispered: "Huh?"
Xie Ning put his head on his neck and fell into his arms: "Let me hold it for a while."
A chuckle came from above his head: "I'm right here, I can't run, you can hold me for as long as you want."
Xie Ning closed his eyes and felt an unprecedented warmth on this snowy day.
After a while, Xie Ning slowly recovered.
He blushed in hindsight, withdrew from Zhuang Yan's arms, his eyes moved aside.
It's embarrassing to see.
Zhuang Yan was in a very good mood at this meeting, and looked at Xie Ning with a smile: "Don't hold me for a while?"
Xie Ning's ears were completely red, and he shook his head: "No, no."
The Snow Rabbit watched them quietly, and Xie Ning discovered that its eyes were two pebbles, swarthy, giving him the illusion of black gems.
Zhuang Yan followed his gaze and touched his chin: "This rabbit is quite similar to you."
Xie Ning's eyes widened: "Where is it like?"
Zhuang Yan pondered seriously: "It's all so white, so cute, so eye-catching, oh right, you look unhappy, and your ears are drooping just like it."
Xie Ning glanced at him quickly: "How can I have it!"
Zhuang Yan continued: "It's exactly the same as staring at people."
Xie Ning didn't even dare to look at Zhuang Yan, but Zhuang Yan still refused to let him go.
"But there's one thing that doesn't look like..." Zhuang Yan dragged his voice, "you look much better than it when you're shy."
"… "
Shainin... Shainin didn't know what to say.
Zhuang Yan stared at him for a while, and his heart swayed, as if a bottle of water was slowly swaying.
Xie Ning is so well-behaved and innocent.
He couldn't help but want to smoke a cigarette, suppressing the animal thoughts in his heart.
"It's too cold outside." Xie Ning said to him, "It's still snowing, let's go in and talk."
Zhuang Yan snorted: "It's quite cold."
Then he took off his scarf and wrapped it around Snow Rabbit: "Mr. Rabbit can't come in with us, I'm afraid it will freeze."
Xie Ning: "… "
are you crazy.
He couldn't help but cursed in his heart.
He was also warm, as if he was surrounded by a scarf.
Zhuang Yan took a step and was about to leave, but was stopped by Xie Ning: "Wait."
"What's wrong?" Zhuang Yan looked back at him.
Xie Ning took a step forward, reached out and patted Zhuang Yan's shoulder, brushed off the snow on it, and then stood on tiptoe to touch the snow on top of his head: "How long have you been outside, your body is covered in snow, you can see it from a distance? Like a snowman."
Zhuang Yan smiled: "It's been a long time. Snow rabbits are not easy to pile up. These are all piled up by me, no help at all."
Xie Ning: "Why are you stacking rabbits?"
Zhuang extended his hand to pull him, Xie Ning's hand was frozen by the cold touch, but this time he didn't struggle.
The corners of Zhuang Yan's lips rose slightly: "Didn't you draw me a blue whale? I just want to repay you with a rabbit."
Xie Ning said with an "ah": "That... I just drew it casually."
Zhuang Yan didn't care: "I also piled it up casually."
The two of them entered the house.
Xie Ning looked down at Zhuang Yan's hand as soon as he turned on the light.
Sure enough, those hands were red from freezing because they caught too much snow.
Only then did Zhuang Yan drop the burden of idols and snorted: "I'm freezing to death."
Xie Ning gave him a distressed look, then ran into the kitchen and poured him a glass of hot milk.
Even if Zhuang Yan doesn't like to drink milk, he can warm his hands anyway.
Xie Ning didn't realize that Zhuang Yan had no reason to come to eat, but he still "entered the room" and entered the door of his house.
Now that he has calmed down, the depressed mood when he came back from Mr. Xie has disappeared. Looking at Zhuang Yan who is sitting on the sofa, he is at a loss.
What if Zhuang Yan asked him why he was unhappy again
Xie Ning pursed his lips.
Zhuang Yan saw his embarrassment in his eyes, and said very considerately, "You don't need to worry about me, just do whatever you want to do. I'll warm my hands here."
Xie Ning hesitated for a moment and asked, "You... do you want to watch me paint?"
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to paint?"
"Well." Xie Ning responded and hesitated, "I have not finished the scene painting of "Monologue" that I promised you before."
It seems that Zhuang Yan just remembered this: "I'll forget if you don't tell me."
The heat on Xie Ning's face had almost faded, and he looked at Zhuang Yan's eyes sparkling: "The scene where the protagonist was kicked out of the theater is very classic in the movie, I'm afraid I can't draw it well."
Zhuang Yan rubbed his head and said with a smile, "Mr. XN is so powerful, how can he not draw well."
Xie Ning was often praised a lot, but he didn't feel anything, but Zhuang Yan's simple words made him blushed embarrassedly.
About Zhuang Yan's eyes are higher than the top, and his evaluation is harsh and critical, so it is more and more rare to hear him praise people.
Zhuang Yan had been to Xie Ning's studio before, but now he moved a small stool with ease and sat next to watching Xie Ning's paintings.
On the shore of Tyumen Lake, Xie Ning was sketching from life. This time, he used a digital tablet to paint, so the technique and style of painting are completely different.
The draft has been made long ago, and Zhuang Yan usually has a lot of communication with the art team of the crew, so there is no pressure to appreciate it.
He watched for a while, his eyes moved to the side involuntarily, and turned to Xie Ning's face.
Xie Ning lowered his head when he was painting, his expression was serious and focused, his eyes seemed to contain thousands of galaxies, scorchingly bright.
I don't know who said this: A man who works hard is the most sultry.
Zhuang Yan stared at Xie Ning for a long time, feeling that he was being teased again.
Xie Ning was afraid that he would be bored sitting next to him, and chatted with him about "Monologue" while painting.
"This scene uses a long shot in the movie, and I think the director wants to emphasize authenticity."
The long shot captures the scene of the lake clearly, the sparkling lake, the branches swept by the breeze on the shore, the various pedestrians walking by the lake...
The protagonist drags his broken leg and limps across the lake.
But no one noticed this down-and-out theatrical actor.
Zhuang Yan put his hand on the table, chose an angle, and held his chin to look at Xie Ning: "The protagonist of "Monologue" is a drama actor with delusional disorder. In the past, he can only play a small role that no one pays attention to at a time."
Xie Ning and Zhuang Yan clearly have the same understanding: "He can't tell the difference between imagination and reality, and he can't tell the difference between inside and outside. And most of the audience can't tell the difference, and many people don't even realize that the protagonist's memory Much of the 'past' is his plays, not his real life."
Chatting with people who have the same mind is so pleasant, you say the last sentence, he can immediately pick up the next sentence.
Zhuang Yan agreed with Xie Ning's initial point of view: "So I... The director deliberately used a long shot here to tell the audience that this down-and-out, unattended protagonist is the real one."
Authenticity is the key to this scene.
When painting this scene, Shainin did not use a bold color scheme, nor did he use a dark tone of gray and black.
The former is too dramatic and absurd, while the latter is too vague.
Shainin used twilight shades.
It is a warm tone, but with a sense of desolation and loneliness.
It coincides with what Zhuang Yan thinks.
Zhuang Yan lowered his eyes and swept his eyes across the whole picture. When Xie Ning painted the scene, he did not copy the picture of the movie, but added his own understanding to make changes.
Every change seems to be on the apex of Zhuang Yan's heart, which makes him suddenly: Yes, that's what I want to express.
Suddenly, a thought came into his mind.
If Shainin was invited to participate in the art design of his new film, would it hit it off and create a new spark
This thought gripped his heart firmly from the very beginning.
Xie Ning is the original artist. Although he painted the original game paintings before, Zhuang Yan believes in his talent and strength.
I believe that with the fit between him and himself, he will definitely be able to draw the essence of what he wants.
As for Xie Ning's lack of experience and practice in film and television original painting, it doesn't matter, he can slowly give pointers and adjustments.
Zhuang Yan gave himself a compliment in his heart, feeling that this idea was genius and perfect.
But, Shainin will agree
He doesn't seem to be short of money, nor is he the kind of painter who seeks fame.
Zhuang Yan touched his chin, thinking about how to abduct Xie Ning away.
Xie Ning happened to turn his head to look at him and said, "Many of Zhuang Yan's films are very interesting, and I especially like the pictures he uses in the films, sometimes without lines or even characters, just pictures can express his thoughts."
Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment when he heard his name.
With hindsight, he remembered that he never seemed to tell Xie Ning that he was Zhuang Yan.
In just a few short meetings, the two established a deep friendship, and over time they forgot that they didn't even share their names.
But that doesn't matter either.
A name is just a title. Zhuang Yan thought.
And I can listen to Xie Ning's evaluation of him from the perspective of a third party, especially Xie Ning's praise for him.
Zhuang Yan felt comfortable throughout his body, as if his whole body was floating in the air.
Speaking of which... Shainin seems to have always loved his movies.
If invited in the name of Zhuang Yan, Xie Ning should be reluctant to refuse, right
His heart was pounding, and he couldn't help calling Xie Ning.
"What's wrong?" Xie Ning had lowered his head, picked up the digital pen and continued to scribble on the board. He casually responded to Zhuang Yan, "Are you bored?"
Zhuang Yan shook his head: "I suddenly remembered that there was something I forgot to tell you, but I didn't hide it from you on purpose."
Xie Ning didn't care: "What's the matter?"
Zhuang Yan became nervous for some reason: "Actually, I am..."
Before he could speak, he was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the phone.
Xie Ning subconsciously looked in the direction of the ringtone, it was Zhuang Yan's phone.
Caller ID, Zhao Yang.
Zhuang Yan answered the phone expressionlessly, his tone gloomy, revealing that he and Xie Ning's world was disturbed.
"Call me at this time, you'd better pray that you really have something important to tell me."
The author has something to say: I added an extra paragraph at the end in order to fear that you will be misunderstood again.
Congratulations to Ning Ning for missing the chance to have a vest in Pazhuangzhuang X2
When I was writing this chapter, I was also moved by Zhuangzhuang, how could he be so warm! ! !