Pei Tingsong was somewhat surprised.
The moment he spoke, he knew that most people here couldn't understand what he was thinking and what he was going to do. After all, he has always been like this since he was a child, and in the eyes of others, he is just a stubborn stubborn stubbornness. Surprisingly, Fang Juexia actually understood. I thought he would at best guess that he would be dissatisfied with this perfunctory plan, but what was really unexpected is that Fang Juexia fully understood all his thoughts.
It's like two channels that were accidentally connected.
They are contradictory. It is not a unity of ghost images that are bionic, but a strong separation and opposition of individuality.
Fang Juexia has his own temperature and style, and should not be roughly homogenized.
These thoughts seemed to circulate in their minds. Pei Tingsong attributed this unfounded tacit understanding to the two years they spent together. Even though there was almost zero communication between them, there was nothing purely isolated in the world. There is indeed a subtle connection between him and Fang Juexia, which is complicated and difficult to detect.
Maybe there is something in common on a logical level, he tried to give a reasonable explanation.
Lin Mo seemed to be very satisfied with Fang Juexia's proposal. Images and inspiration appeared in his mind, which greatly increased his enthusiasm for this work. "Spring and winter are very good." He confirmed Fang Juexia's face, very carefully. Observed carefully, and finally came to the conclusion, "You do fit the concept of winter. Andy."
"Hey~ coming, I also think this version is better, the late winter and spring solstice are also in line with the recent time point, and the two of them are not the same type. I have to think about the makeup look this time." Andy has been in the circle for ten years. He is a real person. Just looking at Lin Mo's face, he knew that he was going to make a big ticket this time. At first, the idea of drawing the water was also dispelled. After all, this collaboration is a big photography. Teacher and two upstarts in the circle.
The most taboo in the entertainment industry is to look down, and no one can predict what will become popular overnight, not to mention the fact that these two explosions are already obvious.
They spent more than two hours re-discussing. This process is not common in the entertainment industry pursuing high efficiency. Everyone hopes to start work directly and then finish work quickly. But it’s worth it. After all, from the perfunctory assembly line at the beginning to the creation that everyone takes seriously, this kind of experience is rare and interesting enough.
The editors who wrote the tidbits are snickering, usually they have to piece together if they have nothing to write, and now this dramatic turn of events is simply great material in front of them.
Pei Tingsong's makeup is clean and simple. Andy also specially highlighted the two moles on his lower eyelid and the skin under his eyes. "Your mole is really good. Now the popular saying is pure and pure desire."
Fang Juexia, who was coming out of the locker room, only felt strange when he heard it. He still couldn't understand this word from Pei Tingsong's body. However, pure and desire are semantically opposite, and this sense of contradiction is in line with his personality.
"The scar on the corner of your eye..." Andy looked at this raised scab with worry, "The concealer can't be covered, so let's drop it later."
"How convenient is it?" Pei Tingsong started to feel sleepy again, too lazy to care about these details.
Fang Juexia stared at the huge mirror in the dressing room, where Pei Tingsong who was sitting was reflected, and the corner of his eye was hurt. He changed into a milk-coffee-colored sweater, and his perverse temperament was much softer.
"Jexia, coffee." Cheng Qiang went out and came back, put down a cup in front of Pei Tingsong, and then led Fang Juexia, who had not yet started styling, to sit down in the corner of the modeling room, "sleepy?"
"It's okay." Fang Juexia found that the small wooden table in this corner was empty, but there was a small potted plant on the ground in the corner with a pink flower tree planted in it.
He stared at the flower tree with coffee in his hand, and it happened that Coco, the styling assistant, came over and gave him a hair clip. He asked softly, "Hello, what kind of flower is this?"
"Well, this is the morning cherry that someone gave to Teacher Andy two days ago. Today, there are too many people and we put it on the ground because we were afraid of falling."
Early Sakura.
After fixing the last clip, Fang Juexia squatted to the side of the little flower tree. The soil of the flowerpot is covered with a layer of fallen petals, which is very soft and pale pink.
Tuan Zong's camera was still shooting at Pei Tingsong. Pei Tingsong got bored with makeup and began to chat with the cameraman, "How about telling the story when the rock, paper, scissors loses?"
The cameraman shook the camera in parallel and refused.
"You're afraid of losing, I know." Pei Tingsong came to a conclusion pretending to be cold, and the makeup was almost done. He looked in the mirror and saw Fang Juexia walking towards him. He changed into a loose black shirt to make the cold white tone of his skin more obvious.
He seemed to be looking for a makeup assistant to borrow something, and finally took a small bottle and squeezed something in his hand.
"It's almost done. This scar is troublesome." Andy was talking, and Fang Juexia suddenly said, "I want to try it."
"Try what?" Just as Pei Tingsong asked, Fang Juexia had already bent over to approach him.
The distance between the two suddenly shortened to less than five centimeters, and the air seemed to be compressed severely. As I breathed, the perfume smell that exudes air-conditioning after the ice cream was taken apart once again emerged. His eyes were full of red birthmarks at the corners of Fang Juexia's eyes, like the only trace of red in the ice and snow.
Stunned is short-lived, and Fang Juexia's movements are also short-lived, too short for his consciousness to process this feeling. His fingertips have left Pei Tingsong's skin.
After looking carefully for a few seconds, Fang Juexia straightened up and looked at it again.
"What about this?" He looked up at Andy after he finished his art.
Andy held Pei Tingsong's chin and looked in the mirror. Only then did Pei Tingsong realize that the scab on the corner of his eye was covered by a pink petal.
Fang Juexia's voice didn't have much emotion, she just stated her own point of view, "It just happens to be the concept of spring, and flowers shouldn't violate peace."
Andy looked left and right, very pleasantly surprised. He even said a few perfects and fixed the petals with removable glue. "And with this, it echoes the birthmark on Juexia's face."
Fang Juexia didn't think of this. So he was taken aback, and when he lowered his head, his eyes accidentally met Pei Tingsong.
Pei Tingsong raised his eyes and touched the petals covering the scar with his fingers, "You did it on purpose."
"No." Fang Juexia retorted quickly. This is very different from his previous reaction.
Pei Tingsong's eyes swept lazily on his plain face, and finally stayed on his reddish neck. He didn't make a sound and looked at himself in the mirror. With the petals at the corner of his eyes, he did have something in common with Fang Juexia.
"Tingsong's makeup is more salt-based, and what I pursue is the feeling that looks like nothing has been done but is actually a lot of careful thinking." Andy began to style Fang Juexia, "I think Xia's makeup is going to be a little special."
Pei Tingsong picked up his coffee and sat on the chair next to him. It was rare for him to stare at Fang Juexia upright.
Andy didn't apply makeup to Fang Juexia, "Your skin is really good, but the texture is worn out by the makeup."
Fang Juexia's expressionless face was reflected in the mirror.
Taking advantage of the hairdo time, Pei Tingsong unscrupulously observed Fang Juexia in the mirror. He found that in fact, when his five senses were disassembled, he had a very heavy idol feeling, beautiful, exquisite, and without the burden of life. But the brow bones and the bridge of the nose are born special, connecting vertically and horizontally, presenting a slender and tall T-shape on the narrow face, between the rugged bulge of men and the gentle and gentleness of women, like pulling out of a flat snow field. A lone pine rising from the ground.
This stubbornness supported his lonely stubbornness.
Pei Tingsong thought, if the brow bone and the bridge of the nose were paired with a pair of bright and sweet eyes, it might be able to neutralize it. But he had beautiful cold eyes, his double eyelids were narrow and thin, his pupils were pale, and the corners of his eyes were neither raised nor falling. They all talked about expressing emotions, but Fang Juexia's eyes seemed to be separated by the transparent ice wall, unable to convey emotions, only solidified reason and alienation. Everything is combined on this pale skin, like a tough and fragile white flower.
The dead branch that was waiting to be broken seemed to stubbornly use the last of its vitality to bloom a flower, mournfully white.
Fang Juexia's eye makeup is not complicated. Andy didn't even curl his eyelashes. Instead, he took out a white mascara and brushed it on his long eyelashes. The color was stained little by little, like snowflakes falling on the eyelashes, and the feeling of winter appeared immediately.
The moment Fang Juexia raised his eyes, Pei Tingsong had to admit that he was indeed touched by the pure white beauty. Originally, the cold on his body could not hide, but now the chill is more intense.
Even the modeling assistant on the side was surprised, "Good fairy, fairy and cold."
Andy brushed a little blush on Fang Juexia's lower eyelid, extending to his red birthmark, and then hooked an imperceptible white eyeliner along the inner side of his lower eyelid, and dotted a drop-shaped silver glitter liquid eye shadow on the lower edge of his eye. , Kept dripping, like a solidified tear.
There is a feeling of crying. Pei Ting Song thought.
But Fang Juexia probably wouldn't cry, he couldn't imagine what it would be like to cry for such an unmotivated person.
For two full years since his debut, he can hardly recall any moment when Fang Juexia's emotions were exposed. Although their relationship can only be counted as business teammates, they spend no less time together than anyone else.
After searching, he actually remembered something.
A year ago, he was in a group business performance. Before putting on make-up, he went out to breathe, and accidentally met Fang Juexia in the corridor. He stood on the side of the vending machine and talked on the phone, as if he didn't want to be seen, so he deliberately hid. Pei Tingsong vaguely heard him call his mother, and verbally mentioned topics such as grandpa's medical treatment.
Originally, he wasn't interested in listening, but he was entangled whether he wanted to buy something or not. But the other party just turned around, and the two of them collided in embarrassment.
At that time, Fang Juexia's expression was stunned, the corners of her eyes were red, the ice in her eyes melted, and the water glowed. Holding the phone, he lowered his head and hurriedly left, like a cold wind passing by.
It was also the same time that Pei Tingsong, who pursued logical self-consistent in everything, found the reason for the unspoken rules of Fang Juexia. The family is not easy, and there is no background, so he can only take this shortcut. At first he was sure that this logic was complete, but now he is increasingly suspicious, and even wants to overthrow it directly.
He just wanted to know why Fang Juexia never explained.
There are too many contradictions in this person. Obviously he was surrounded by rumors, but his whole body was full of indifference. Mingsheng is named Xia in summer, but it is like a snow that never melts.
For no reason, Pei Tingsong's mind came up with a poem he likes very much, and he glanced at the pen and sticky notes of the modeling assistant's notes.
"It's done."
He heard Fang Juexia's voice, and then he got up from the chair. Fang Juexia saw him staring at her, her eyes widened slightly, and her snow-white eyelashes flickered. This is the expression he would show when he doubted himself.
"I'm like this... Isn't it weird?"
The relationship between them seems to have eased to the point that Fang Juexia can safely ask him for his views. This is a welcome improvement. Pei Tingsong had no words, and the corners of his mouth curled up, put a folded piece of paper into the front pocket of his shirt, and then wiped away at the assistant's urging.
Fang Juexia stayed where she opened the piece of paper. The writing on it is sparse, a few lines, and it is a poem.
[Please enjoy,
Treat me with snow.
Whenever I stand side by side with the mulberry tree,
Slowly through the summer,
His most immature leaves,
Will scream. ]
The author has something to say: This is a poem by the German poet Paul Celan.