Ripe cherries are bright red, round, plump and beautiful in shape. After being wet, they are stained with water droplets. The new layer of reflection makes them more transparent and attractive, delicate and smooth, and there is a hint of sweetness on the lick, but Not obvious.
Ren Shuhan bit it lightly and tasted the sweet juice. He pressed the edge with his fingers and sucked all of it into his mouth without leaking a drop.
The taste of the pulp is even more addicting. It should be said to be soft, but it has a hint of strength. After licking it all with the tip of the tongue, it is as warm as it is about to melt, and more juice is produced, which is memorable.
"Um... young master."
Jiang Qingyue was a little unsteady, had difficulty breathing, and turned her head slightly.
Although it was delicious, the young master fed it too fast and couldn't eat it.
"Am I in a hurry?" Ren Shuhan looked at him as if he was staring at his prey, stroking his side face, because it felt too comfortable, he was reluctant to let go, his movements were gentle, but his tone was severe, "But the filming It's not time to just stop at this level."
"I'm sorry." Jiang Qingyue said embarrassedly, and he held his chin lightly, forcing him to raise his head.
"Don't apologize," Ren Shuhan rubbed the tip of his nose with him, "You've done a good job, dear boy, do it again."
His words made Jiang Qingyue blush, but she was tempted to open her lips.
First take a small bite, use the tip of your tongue to firmly hold the pulp inside, so that the pitiful cherry can't escape in your mouth, and then continue to suck the whole hot fruit with your lips...
Like an addiction, the two ate by the stairs for a long time. In the end, Jiang Qingyue was tired and slid down unconsciously, from sitting on the carpet to almost lying on the carpet, with her elbows supporting the stairs above. He tilted his head and almost lay on his side.
Ren Shuhan was half-supported on him, his left hand was behind his waist to prevent him from being caught by the steps, and his right hand was held under his armpit, lifting his body upwards.
"No, uh... No..." Jiang Qingyue said this clearly from his young master for the first time, but now he really can't stand it, and he is afraid that he will be ugly if he eats it again, "Master, don't... Um… "
Ren Shuhan took the last bite unfortunately, wiped the juice from Jiang Qingyue's lips with his fingers, and put it into his mouth to suck it out.
"So sweet."
Jiang Qingyue looked at Ren Shuhan's movements, her eyes were dazed for a while, and then she realized what he said and did again, and suddenly covered the lower half of her face with her right hand, bending her knees together.
Ren Shuhan had to put his hands under his armpits, stood up like a cat, and lifted him up.
Jiang Qingyue: "?"
Ren Shuhan put him on the first step and stood up, so that he could look at himself, and asked seriously, "Is it really necessary?"
Jiang Qingyue hesitated for a while, but was actually a little loose: "Then... um!"
After this time, Jiang Qingyue softened completely, her cheeks flushed, she was hugged by Ren Shuhan, and she kept sniffing the hair on the side of her neck like a cat, but she was powerless to resist.
"Master..." He was weak and pitiful, "Is it alright?"
Ren Shuhan rubbed his long hair, his voice muffled: "Why are you so sweet yet so fragrant? Do you use perfume?"
"No," Jiang Qingyue tried her best to lift her tight arm, touched the back of the young master's head, and said softly, "I use the same shampoo as the young master."
Ren Shuhan then let him go, rubbed his thumb on his lips twice, and asked, "You won't enter the entertainment industry in the future, will you?"
Jiang Qingyue was stunned: "There is no such plan for the time being."
Ren Shuhan nodded in satisfaction: "Don't practice with others, understand?"
Jiang Qingyue: "..."
If it wasn't for the fact that he liked the young master, who would be used to such a willful person... Jiang Qingyue smiled helplessly.
"Others will plot against you," Ren Shuhan said with a frown, dissatisfied with his perfunctory, "You know what?"
"Well," Jiang Qingyue nodded obediently and went back to her room, "Good night, young master."
"Wait," Ren Shuhan pressed him against the wall in front of the door and kissed him again, "Will you continue to practice for you tomorrow night?"
Jiang Qingyue: "...Okay, thank you young master."
Ren Shuhan watched him close the door, and touched the back of his head on the way back to the house, where he was touched by Jiang Qingyue's cool fingertips, but it was hot now.
In the next few days, the scenes were tepid, as pale as water, and there was no harmonious scene at all, but even if Ren Shuhan lived in the crew, he would go to Jiang Qingyue's room every night, rain or shine, to find him "practice" "Acting skills, he is determined to hone his kissing skills to perfection, and his movements are becoming more and more arrogant, and even the sheets are wrinkled when he leaves a few times.
Ren Shuhan himself felt that it was not suitable, but he was a fool not to take advantage of it. Finally, when it was time for another kiss scene, he said righteously and sternly: "Play better today, fight for it once, don't do it. Let practice go to waste."
Jiang Qingyue: "... um."
Believe in your evil.
About halfway through the filming of the film, the relationship between the two male protagonists made a little progress. Director Chen said that this is called slow work and careful work. This is how literary films are. You don’t understand. Jiang Qingyue said after reading the script that it is true I don't understand, when I was in school, campus life wasn't so dull, huh
"Why not?" Shen Xinghe asked gossip, "Is it because there is a cold spirit?"
"More than that," Gu Qingmeng said, "Assistant Jiang also stands out in school, right? You used to have long hair, and the teacher doesn't care?"
Jiang Qingyue nodded shyly: "The school I study in doesn't care about dress and hairstyle. There are many male students who will grow their hair, which will be cut off and donated to those who need wigs in the future."
Everyone looked at Ren Shuhan thoughtfully: Oh, the cold god made money.
Jiang Qingyue almost cried because she had to cut her hair when she entered the elementary school. Ren Shuhan wrote down this small incident. Every time she went to a school, she made a contribution for the students who yearn for freedom and the groups in the society who need wigs. Contribute, take this non-profit organization with you wherever you go.
Jiang Qingyue also cuts her hair, but he cuts it from waist to shoulder, leaving enough length to tie a ponytail every time.
"Then Hanshen is more prominent, isn't it?" Shen Xinghe prefers Ren Shuhan who can exercise, "I remember saying that Hanshen has always been the monitor from childhood to adulthood, and has broken many school sports records. Okay, so strong?"
"Being the monitor depends on popularity. I only have good grades in elementary school, but I may not be good in big school," Ren Shuhan patted Jiang Qingyue's shoulder and said, "After entering junior high school, Qingyue has always been the first in her grade, and she has never changed. ."
The primary school they attended was an aristocratic school. Because of the emphasis on early education, everything Ren Shuhan learned before going to school was strictly prescribed by his family, and all he had to learn after he entered school, such as French, Latin, horsemanship and fencing, but Jiang Qingyue was left alone. , Ren Shuhan asked him to choose whatever he wanted, and he went to paint and play the piano every day, and learned to arrange garden art. The overall grade in primary school was naturally average.
But after the junior high school entered the key middle school, the two of them who did not plan to take the college entrance examination inexplicably entered the college entrance examination camp...
After starting the quiz mode, Jiang Qingyue's grades skyrocketed, and he won the top prize in the middle school entrance examination. After Ren Shuhan's parents heard about it, they flew back from afar to celebrate with him.
Ren Shuhan, who didn't even come back with his parents on his birthday: "..."
"Young master's grades are also very good. He has always been in the top 100 in his grade!" Jiang Qingyue said with a fist.
Everyone: emmmmm…
The top 100 in the key middle school grades is not bad, but after hearing about your stable first grade, this is not enough. I know you like to brag about your young master, but you don't have to...
"And it is true that many school records have been broken, such as swimming, long-distance running, long jump, and javelin, all of which have been broken." Jiang Qingyue added, "At that time, several high school teachers came to help as referees, and it turned out that the swimming teacher and the teacher Javelin's teachers all fell in love with the young master, and they fought to get him to study the major that he taught in physical education in the future."
Shen Xinghe was excited: "Wow! Really?"
Ren Shuhan: "That's because our school has poor sports."
"But our junior high school is a joint sports meeting held by several schools." Jiang Qingyue firmly refused to give her young master a chance to be humble. "The comprehensive score was pulled up by the young master alone, and he won the sports school next door."
Shen Xinghe was quite cooperative: "That's really strong!"
Jiang Qingyue's eyes were bright: "Yes."
Gu Qingmeng: "... Director Chen, what are you remembering?"
"Campus materials," Director Chen asked Jiang Qingyue, "Do you remember it clearly, is there anything else?"
Jiang Qingyue: "..."
"No," Ren Shuhan took away Director Chen's notebook with a blank expression, "Hurry up and film your scene."
Actually there are many more.
If the young master is not around, Jiang Qingyue prefers to be alone and study hard, so he doesn't have many friends, and he doesn't know whether he is precocious or late. He only knows that when he was in middle school, it was the age when his heart began to grow.
In his memories, there are countless figures of Ren Shuhan, of which the most distinctive appearance is when he is sweating on the sports field.
The young man with his muscles tensed when he threw the javelin forcefully, the young man with short hair and dripping water when he came out of the water, the one who was the first to dash to the finish line and break the streamer, and was held up and thrown high by his classmates. The young boy... He will look around, will find himself accurately among countless people, only look at himself and smile.
He only drank the water he gave, and only came to ask himself questions after class. He only took out the trash and cleaned the tables and chairs for himself on duty, and only gave himself the earphone of his left ear.
When he went out on an outing with his classmates, he always kept the back seat of his bicycle for himself, and only carried his schoolbag and made food for himself. When having dinner with friends and singing karaoke, he only prepares dishes and orders songs for himself, only rattles the tambourine for himself, and only sings to himself.
If Ren Shuhan could hear his heart, then Ren Shuhan would probably say, Fool, you are indeed a little late.
If it wasn't for liking you, why would I just want to sit behind you and pull only your ponytail.