Although the plan was modified temporarily, they were lucky and happened to be in heavy snow the night before. Lin Mo is picky. To shoot real scenes, the planning team had to seize the time to find a suitable venue. Pei Tingsong first filmed the single part. Fang Juexia was originally arranged to wait in the lounge, but he was not sleepy for some reason and looked at the paper in his hand several times.
[Please treat me with snow to your heart's content. ]
There seemed to be a voice in his heart, repeating this poem in his mind.
He always knew that he was born with little insight into these charming and romantic words, which was insulated from literature. But what is strange is that Fang Juexia had a strange reverie in his heart after seeing these few words written by Pei Tingsong.
But he lacks expressiveness and can't describe it.
Emotions and thoughts are really complicated, and things that cannot be modeled and reasoned with mathematics are very complicated.
Cheng Qiang brought hot milk and a down jacket, Fang Juexia took the paper back into the front pocket, and put on the black sweater that the assistant gave him. Cheng Qiang persuaded him to sleep a little longer, the subsequent shooting would be very hard, but Fang Juexia knew that the opportunity was rare, and he wanted to make a good enough film, so he went to the studio to watch and observe in his clothes.
Everyone gathered around Pei Tingsong. In order to satisfy the concept of spring, the lighting engineer tried his best to create a greenhouse-like warm light and hit him as much as possible.
"Xiao Pei is indeed born to eat this bowl of rice," Cheng Qiang said, "but if he doesn't enter the circle, he will take over the business or something by then, it must be the second generation of the chaebol who is hotly searched because of his good looks. ."
Fang Juexia nodded, but he actually couldn't imagine the scene. In his heart, Pei Tingsong and the stage seem to be bound together.
But it is true that he is tall and has a salty face, which is a typical representative of God's food. Not only the hardware is in place, but the natural fashion expressiveness is also very strong, or in other words, the expressiveness of the individual with personality is very strong.
Pei Ting Songguang stopped in the built glass flower room, and the picture was already good enough.
The Tuan Zong camera also followed. Cheng Qiang felt that the two of them were really lacking in teammates, so he pushed Jue Xia and whispered, "You also go to see Xiao Pei."
Fang Juexia wasn't very willing, but Cheng Qiang pushed them out, and there was no other way, so he bit the bullet and walked over.
"Adjust the light above your head to make your face shine." Lin Mo checked the screen without raising his head. "Try it first, Xiao Pei, do whatever you want. I'll grab it and try it."
In the arranged greenhouse, there are all kinds of flowers, clusters of caramel-colored roses, crowded with pink tulips and clematis, and the continuous water blue endless summer is mixed with dots of grapes. Letter child.
Fang Juexia wrapped in a light gray down jacket and walked quietly behind Pei Tingsong. He didn't know how to speak to him, and he didn't want to speak. With makeup on, he looked like a silent snow elf.
Pei Tingsong turned his back to him, glanced at the flower clusters, and found a touch of white in the overlapping flower clusters. It was almost squeezed to the inside by other flowers. He stretched out his hand to poke aside the other flowers, the straight green stems trembling.
He wants to rescue this white flower.
"Very good." Lin Mo grabbed a few photos and checked them. The curvature of the corners of Pei Tingsong's mouth is so subtle that it is not easy to notice. He was satisfied with this feeling.
"Why did you choose this one?" Fang Juexia suddenly asked. Pei Tingsong only discovered his existence at this time. The flowers here are all freshly cut, and Pei Tingsong unscrupulously took out the white flowers. I pinched the flower stem with my fingertips and moved it to the tip of my nose. There was no ordinary floral scent, only a light plant scent.
He smiled and asked, "Why do you think it is?"
Fang Juexia lowered his eyes to look at the flowers. This movement pulled his long snow-white eyelashes like two trembling petals.
He vaguely detected something.
"If I knew, I wouldn't ask." Fang Juexia raised her eyes again.
Unexpectedly, Pei Tingsong raised his eyebrows and handed the flower over, but it was not to Fang Juexia, but stretched to the side of his face, side by side with this face.
His eyes narrowed slightly, looking at something.
But Pei Tingsong did not give any conclusions in the end. When he closed his hand, the blooming flowers rubbed Fang Juexia's jaw line.
"I think you know." He raised his eyebrows in a calm and brisk tone, and withdrew his hand, the tiger's mouth in his left hand gathered the scattered petals from bottom to top.
Fang Juexia thought he had never felt this kind of feeling before, and this kind of push-pull talk had gone beyond his barren communication mode. Pei Tingsong and he are completely different people. He was caught off guard when he was straightforward, but he was unpredictable when he was roundabout.
He had to admit that this boy who was two and a half years younger than him was a master of gambling.
"Very good, in good condition." After finishing the shot on the side, Lin Mo changed his angle and said to Pei Tingsong, "Be gentler, closer to the concept of spring."
The skepticism in Pei Tingsong's bones reappeared again, but he said with a smile, and the way he laughed really fits their so-called "concept".
"The concept of spring must be gentle?"
This sentence made the staff present somewhat stunned.
Fang Juexia also raised her head when she heard the sound, pulling away from her thoughts. He really admires this kind of personality that can express his views anytime and anywhere, probably because of his childhood environment.
Too long in an atmosphere that prefers harmony, the skeptics have long since become oblivious.
"When it comes to spring, it is gentle. Gentle winds, winter goes to spring. It seems that after the raging winter, spring blossoms have become a kind of impression. It's quite boring, can't it be a new concept?" said Then, he glanced at Fang Juoxia, "For example, the weak winter is imprisoned by the spring, and the sky will not be seen from then on... or something."
This look is very meaningful.
Lin Mo stood up straight, and did not say anything to his thoughts at once. The other staff dare not say anything. Only the editor of the magazine and the chief writer who were waiting on the side were happy to have fun. The team with Star Atlas was famous. It is easy to review the manuscript, and there are no taboos, and they are happier.
After a while, he started going around in a circle on the spot, then suddenly stopped, and asked Fang Juexia, "What do you think?"
Such photographers are not common. Most of the big-shot photographers in the circle are arbitrary, and Lin Mo is the same, but he was probably overthrown by Pei Tingsong once, and his threshold has been widened.
"A spring of aggressiveness," Fang Juexia affirmed, "I like this statement."
He is not simply obedient, but he is really interested. What's more, in his eyes, Pei Tingsong is not a good kind, which is completely inconsistent with Wen Xuchun's setting.
"Did you know?" Lin Mo smiled and said to Pei Tingsong, "The last time I was so against me and made me compromise successfully, it was the slam-level Queen of Huaying, who has a high aesthetic and temperament. proud."
The implications of this sentence are also clear to everyone, so they all breathed a sigh of relief.
Cheng Qiang's forehead was sweating. Although Pei Tingsong has a background, it is harder to work with a child like him who is not afraid of fear than walking a tightrope.
The plan changed again and again, and the final version was a thousand miles away from the original. But none of the staff present was not convinced by Pei Tingsong's expressiveness. After the official shooting began, Fang Juexia left the studio and stood still next to the monitor.
Pei Tingsong lazily sat on the ground, one leg propped up and the other straightened forward. Surrounded by flowers, he held a lonely white flower in his hand. The lens is shot from top to bottom. Pei Tingsong's hair style was fluffy, with a few strands of messy hair hanging down to the center of his eyebrows. When he raised his eyes, the shape of his eyes narrowed and elongated, and the shadow of the corner of his eyes was almost covered with pink cherry blossom petals.
But the aggressiveness in his eyes was fully revealed, like the danger of wild beasts waiting to be hunted. Surrounded by the soft and fragrant flowers, this careless cruelty became more and more prominent.
"Very good, good eyes." Lin Mo lowered and the camera zoomed closer. In the camera, his lying silkworm and the small mole underneath him inexplicably added a sense of real desire. Pei Tingsong turned his face, holding the flower branch and handing the half-opened flower to his mouth.
Fang Jue Xia Jingjing watched, he thought Pei Tingsong was about to kiss.
But his lips just touched a little like a dragonfly, and then opened, his teeth biting the tender petals. The corners of his mouth were raised, like a beast that successfully bit through the artery of its prey, and the revelry of successful hunting boiled in his eyes and blood.
The shutter kept ringing.
Fang Juexia was distracted, he could almost feel the dull pain that the petals endured the moment Pei Tingsong's tooth tip sank.
He somehow had synesthesia with a flower.
Lin Mo was quite satisfied, so satisfied that he couldn't speak, but kept pressing the shutter while Pei Tingsong's movements changed.
"My dear," Andy's voice appeared again, pulling Fang Juexia's thoughts back, holding the puff in his hand, "I have been looking for you for a long time, so I was here. The relationship within your team is really good."
The relationship is really not good. Fang Juexia rolled her eyes and smiled with a guilty conscience. Andy touched up his makeup, "The snow scene has been found. They said that there is a park nearby. The scene is very beautiful." He took a few shots, then stood a little further and looked at it, "Perfect."
Andy probably gave himself a tonic perfume while he was out, but the scent was really heavy, as if he sprinkled a half of a jar on his body like shaking hands, and Fang felt that Xia's nose was itchy. He squinted and bowed his head for a long time, before finally sneezing.
"Ah tweeted."
The voice was originally very small, but Pei Tingsong was immediately attracted by this small sneeze and raised his head. Fang Juexia turned her head when she sneezed, and the two of them accidentally ran into each other's eyes.
Pei Tingsong laughed out loud.
This scene also happened to be captured. His chin and lips were covered by broken flowers, but the arc of his smiling eyes was very sharp.
"This one is empty, but it's alive." Lin Mo expressed satisfaction.
He is a photographer who likes to take pictures of parts of models. This time the goal is Pei Tingsong's hand. With blurred flowers of various colors as the background, Pei Tingsong once again drew out a white flower, brushed the petals that overlapped almost closed with his fingers, then grabbed it, and roughly pulled the petals apart. They were brutally separated from the green sepals, and the broken styles stood alone, shaking and shaking.
Obviously it was a destruction, but in the lens and Fang Juexia's pupils, it seemed to be a real desire in full bloom.
The rapid shutter sound is like a metaphor for breathing. The white petals were rubbed into translucent creases, like bruises. Light does not lie, it comes out from these small wounds. The fibers inside are illuminated, they are the capillaries of the flower.
"Spread it down."
Following the photographer's instructions, Pei Tingsong stopped the rampage, and his fingers loosened without reluctance. The petals flew down from the edges of the fingers and palms like a broken butterfly wing, completing the mission.
The staff brought a small bowl of bright red cherries. It was originally a prop in the filming plan. When Fang Juexia took it over, he saw that the small bowl was very delicate, it was made of translucent ice-cracked white porcelain.
"This is very beautiful." Fang Juexia couldn't help but praise.
Unexpectedly, Pei Tingsong came and took the bowl from the staff.
"What's so good? This?" He was innocent, sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding the bowl in both hands as if he was about to smash it to the ground.
Fang Juexia rarely panicked, "Hey—"
Seeing that the prank worked, Pei Tingsong laughed like a successful child, retracted his hand, and reached in with his index finger soaked in flower juice, and stirred in the small cherry pond.
Lin Mo, who was checking the film, suddenly caught a glimpse of this scene, "Wait, you continue."
The lens is aligned again.
Fingertips penetrated into the soft red, agitated, Pei Tingsong selected a plump and juicy cherry, took it to his lips, his teeth bit the agate-like roundness, and the tooth tips pierced the surface full of plant tension. The bright red and sweet juice flows along the teeth and along the corners of the mouth.
"Very good!" The photographer's uplifting tone showed his satisfaction with the work without hesitation.
In the monitor, he raised the back of his hand, wiped off the bright red juice from the corner of his mouth, and smiled wickedly. Unconsciously, Fang Juexia's Adam's apple moved up and down.
The last picture was frozen in this picture, Pei Tingsong's satisfying eyes almost seemed to penetrate the screen.
He bit his throat straight.