After shooting Pei Tingsong, everyone gathered in front of the monitor to check the original film, and everyone was full of praise. As soon as there were more people, Fang Juexia wanted to step back subconsciously to make room for everyone.
This retreat accidentally retreated into a person's arms.
Fang Juexia subconsciously lowered her head and said sorry, but the person held her shoulders back.
"Does it look good, brother Xia?"
Just after washing his hands, there was still water in his hands, so Pei Tingsong just put his wrists on Fang Juexia's shoulders, with his hands hanging empty. Fang Jue Xia didn't have to lift her head, just hearing the words Jue Xia knew that there was a camera next to them.
"Yeah." He had no choice but to cooperate more respectfully.
Pei Tingsong kept pressing, "Which one is the best?"
A picture appeared in Fang Juexia's mind, but he still chose to say the safe answer, "They are all pretty."
Cheng Qiang was more satisfied than Pei Tingsong himself. He kept laughing, turning around and remembering something, "By the way, Jue Xia, did you post a warm baby? It's very cold to go to the location for a while."
Fang Juexia nodded, "Posted."
"Post more."
Pei Tingsong was very playful, "How many pieces did he post? Where did he post it?" He looked down at Fang Juexia's sweater, trying to find some clue from it. Relying on the camera, Fang Juexia wouldn't make a defensive movement. His hand slid directly off his shoulders, stroking his shoulder blades, and then down.
"Found it." Pei Tingsong curled a pair of smiling eyes, and rubbed his shoulder blades with his palm unceremoniously, "Two."
Fang Juexia wanted to resist, but Pei Tingsong's appearance was completely a cute younger brother, without any malicious tricks. He also cannot interrupt his business in front of the camera.
"I only posted two pieces?" Cheng Qiang began to worry again.
Pei Tingsong's hand continued to slide, "There must be more." His motive was simple and naive. He wanted to challenge the threshold of a person like Jiaoxia, and wanted to commit a crime. Fang Juexia's shell was too thick, and his whole body looked like a fake.
"Also." Fang Juexia detached from half of his embrace, "I posted four pieces and hand warmers." His face shrank towards the down neckline, looked at Cheng Qiang, and tried to change the subject. "Let’s go now."
"I'll ask."
Fang Juexia left with Cheng Qiang. Seeing him wishing to avoid himself, Pei Tingsong found it interesting.
After shooting the single person, these staff members began to withdraw the scene. Originally, he was a pity for the flowers before, but he didn’t expect the props crew to take away again. It was necessary for the two-person shooting. When they passed by, Pei Listening Song asked casually.
"What's the name of this white flower?" He pointed to the flower he had just used for taking pictures.
The prop assistant replied, "This, Eustoma."
Eustoma... Pei Tingsong nodded and took out his mobile phone to retrieve it.
The name sounds pretty good.
The various postures of this flower appeared on the screen of the mobile phone, and looking at it at a glance, it was still the most beautiful pure white. Below the picture is a list of its aliases, as well as various meanings added artificially.
Tuan Zong's photography followed, Pei Tingsong put the phone away, tilted his head towards the camera, then turned the small surveillance screen to face him and straightened his hair.
"Handsome?"
The camera shook the lens up and down.
The staff at the magazine was almost ready. Cheng Qiang took the things and said, "OK, let's follow them and drive over." Cheng Qiang asked, "Will Xiao Pei go?"
Pei Tingsong had already put on a thick coat at this time, playing a logic game of going around with the photographer of Tuan Zong, and tossing the camera to shake the camera all the time. Hearing calling him, Pei Tingsong turned his face away.
He wanted to sleep, and was about to say no, he heard Fang Juexia answer for him, "He doesn't need to go."
"Yes, it's cold outside, then Xiao Pei, you should go to the double booth and wait for me..."
Pei Tingsong put his hands in his pockets, "I'm going." He grinned deliberately, "My brother was beside me when I took pictures. Now my brother is taking pictures, of course I have to go, otherwise it would be too shameful."
It's not necessary. Fang Juexia had a headache, and she could only mutter in her heart.
The snow scene they chose was a cloud-fir forest, covered with snow overnight, and it really became nothing like the name. Although Pei Tingsong spoke beautifully, as soon as he got into the car, he sat next to Fang Juexia and took a nap.
"It's a shame that these photos are inside pages." Andy's tone was exaggerated, but he was not exaggerated at all. Lin Mo, who has always been a poisonous tongue, also said, "The expressiveness is good. Generally, the stingers are good seedlings when they are models."
Cheng Qiang laughed with him. Fang Jue Xia silently looked out the window, feeling that the head of the guy next to him was planting forward again and again like fishing.
The injury in the corner of the eye is still not healed, and another scar will be added to his forehead if this continues. In the past, Fang Juexia would definitely not care. But really before, Pei Tingsong would not sit next to him.
Just as Pei Tingsong planted forward again, Fang Juexia's palm protected his forehead and held him back until the back of his head obediently leaned on the back of the chair. After completing this arduous project, Fang Juexia breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at Pei Tingsong's hand, red with cold.
"Hurry up and set up the props, hurry up!"
"It's going to start shooting!"
Fang Juexia walked to the depths of the spruce forest step by step according to the instructions, Lin Mo took a picture behind him, and then checked the original film. The composition is the white space above the sky and the snow, and under clusters of towering dark clouds and firs, is Fang Juexia's back in a black sweater.
His temperament is indeed very cold, almost blending with the snow here.
The shooting assistant sprinkled some snow on Fang Juexia's hair, echoing the white eyelashes. The tip of his nose was red from the cold, and even the birthmarks on the corners of his eyes showed a more red color. This face is more suitable for close-ups anyway.
Lin Mo let him lie down in the snow, the camera was pressed very low, and he captured his side face when he was lying flat. The curve from his forehead to the bridge of his nose and then to the lip peak is like a continuous snow mountain, and there is still a blush at the foot of the snow mountain, like It's a wound left before the spring leaves. He already had a double-exposure composition in his mind, and such a curve was reflected in the lonely spruce forest.
What he said was right, Fang Juexia was too suitable for winter.
Pei Tingsong fell asleep, with his head turned to the right, fell into the air, and suddenly woke up. I opened my eyes, there was no one in the car, and I vaguely felt that something was wrong. As soon as he bowed his head, there was a small ball-shaped hand warmer in his hand, which was very warm.
He pulled the car door down, and the cold wind poured into his neck, instantly awake. Stepping on the snow and walking towards the large group, Pei Tingsong saw Fang Juexia from a distance. He stood in the snow forest, unlike a human being, like a deer lost in the snow.
The temperament of a person can really be so clean.
The temperature outside is no better than indoors. Fang Juexia had to stop for a while to keep warm during the shooting. The assistant handed him hot tea and a down jacket so that he could recover the heat as quickly as possible. Lin Mo saw Pei Tingsong coming over and said to him with satisfaction, "You are still quite talented."
Pei Tingsong laughed and asked, "Which aspect do you say?" He intuitively knew that the other party was not referring to the expressiveness of the filming.
"Aesthetic." Lin Mo paused, "Perception, creativity." After speaking, he handed the camera to Pei Tingsong, lit a cigarette and handed it to his mouth, vaguely, "He is really suitable for winter."
"And it's a non-aggressive winter." Pei Tingsong looked at Fang Juexia's eyes in the original film, straight and tough, hiding a bit of moist and softness.
"I heard what your sister said, and thought you were a bluffing hip-hop fanatic. I didn't expect this deity to be like this."
"You have a prejudice against hip-hop." Pei Tingsong is also unceremonious. "Its spiritual core is free and profound."
Lin Mo nodded, making no secret of his attitude, "Doesn't it be a pity for you to be an idol?"
When he asked this sentence, Pei Tingsong's first reaction was not a pity, but remembered the previous dispute between him and Fang Juexia.
[Dreams are not high or low, there are only things that can and cannot be realized. ]
He took a long sigh of relief, white mist curling up, and he wanted to say what a pity, and he should say what a pity.
Looking far away, he saw Fang Juoxia wearing a thick down jacket ten meters away. The staff was preparing for the next round of shooting and setting near him, and he stepped on the snow, and after a few steps, it seemed to become a dance step. The little silly who was only stepping on the snow suddenly began to dance a little, then wrapped in a wide down jacket, just like a little penguin with slippery feet.
The phone vibrated, Pei Tingsong lowered his head to unlock the screen. It was their group chat group.
[There is nothing good except being beautiful: @大连市草路不方 I suddenly thought that an action is very suitable to be included as a killing part, and I went back to discuss it. ]
He also posted an earthy sun expression.
It turns out that he will be emotional when chatting, and he will be very happy. Pei Tingsong looked up at Fang Juexia and found that he had stomped a few feet on the snow slightly until he was stopped by Andy who was applying makeup before returning to Fang Juexia's small ice cube mode.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Lin Mo squatted down with a smile and put the cigarette out of the snow. "Sure enough, I still feel a pity."
Unexpectedly, at this time, Pei Tingsong said, "Probably not." He kicked Xuexue and put his hands in his pockets, "I don't know." After he said that, he walked towards Fang Juexia and heard something humming in his mouth. The tune is very nice.
Fang Juexia obediently closed his eyes, and allowed Andy to apply transparent lip oil to his eye sockets. Suddenly, his neck went cold. He suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head. He saw Pei Tingsong smile behind him and said, "I threw it away. A snowball goes in."
Seeing Fang Juexia's eyes widened, Pei Tingsong burst out laughing, "I lied to you."
The shooting went smoothly. It was too cold outside. Just when a snowman’s head was piled up, Pei Tingsong’s teeth trembled from the cold, kicked off the snowball that had been rubbing for a long time, and quickly hid back to the work group’s carport and sat down. His eyes were attracted by the original film on the monitor. Two monitors are on the left and the other is on the right. The one on the left is the straight out of Lin Mo's camera, and the right is the video taken by the magazine's highlights.
In the picture, Fang Juoxia is lying on her back. Unlike the previous group, his eye sockets are wet after changing his makeup, and a little transparent liquid slides across his cheeks, like tears. The white eyelashes circled his confused eyes.
The birthmark was red, the tip of the nose was red, and so was the lips, with some gaps slightly opened, a piece of crystal ice was against it, and a cherry was frozen in the transparent ice.
This one is too beautiful. Pei Tingsong watched, and only after hearing the sound did he return to his senses.
He looked at the screen on the right. In the video, the ice cubes were melting continuously, and water dripped from the corner of his mouth. When Lin Mo’s voice yelled ok, Fang Juexia turned his face and opened his lips. The ice cube spit into his hand. He sat up with snow on his hair, and the birthmark at the corner of his eyes was as red as his lips. He smiled, "It's so cold." He put his back on his lips and took it away again, repeating several times, "The lips are all red. It's numb."
Pei Tingsong suddenly thought of the touch of the sugar paper.
Obviously it has been a long time in the past, but that feeling has not been forgotten.
"I was born to eat this bowl of rice." The staff member not far behind exclaimed, "This face is more beautiful than a girl."
"That's right. If the woman is so beautiful, it's a pity, maybe many people are chasing it." There was a meaningful expression on another male planner's face, "No wonder..."
Before he could finish speaking, someone put his shoulders on him, and saw Pei Tingsong's simple smiling face on his side.
"No wonder what?" His tone was kind and curious, "I want to hear too."
The author has something to say: My writing style will be adjusted according to the chapters and characters, sometimes it is more flammable and funny, and the writing is very straightforward. The magazine chapters are also different. They need a sense of picture, so there will be more descriptions. Pei Tingsong's setting occasionally needs to be poetic and romantic.
If you like the type of fast-paced progress bars, I am very sorry that I am not that type of style. I hope that every reader can find his favorite text, and then read it happily~