The male planner was a head shorter than Pei Tingsong, and looked extraordinarily weightless in front of him, so he could only smile awkwardly, "Ah... it's nothing, I just feel it's a pity."
"Really?" Pei Tingsong smiled purely, "Why is it a pity for boys to be beautiful? I don't understand this logic. Isn't it worthy of praise if they are not good-looking?"
Obviously it was a very friendly question, but cold sweat broke out from the back of the planner. He just saw the power of this young male idol, and even the big photographer wanted to sell him a bit of face, "It doesn't mean that..."
"I understand what you mean." Pei Tingsong let go of his hand on his shoulder, "It's no shame to be good-looking as a boy, and good-looking doesn't mean that "no wonder" something will happen. You want to say this, right."
"Yep."
Pei Ting Songsha nodded pretentiously, "It's pretty good, then our concepts are quite similar." He said with a sigh of relief, "I thought there would be three indiscriminate straight men who would speak. Lifted it up, I didn't expect it to be a friendly army."
"Then I will take the knife back, so as not to accidentally hurt it." Pei Tingsong smiled, "I am a famous thorn. The attack is very heavy."
After speaking, he put his hands in his pockets, turned and left.
After hearing these words, the two staff members were already in cold sweat. Most people in the circle know that Pei Tingsong is not easy to provoke. It's just that they also thought that Pei Tingsong was really at odds with Fang Juexia as the rumors did, and they didn't expect him to come out. But in any case, they didn't want to lose their job because of the broken mouth, so they could only eat this squat and hide away.
It was getting late, the orange sunset fell into the fir trees, and the snow burned in the twilight.
Pei Tingsong came over warmly and walked a few steps toward the shooting location. From a distance, he saw Fang Juexia wearing a black sweater walking forward under the guidance of Lin Mo.
"Okay, turn your head and smile."
At that moment, he saw Fang Juexia turn her head, smiling brighter than snow.
Stepping on the snow, walking closer, his sight seems to have been out of conscious control, tracking Fang Juoxia's figure in the gap of the crowd.
He was covered with snow, and his face was full of vivid blood under the snow light and sky light. When he raised his eyes, the red at the corner of his eyes stretched out like a wound. The clear eyes were half-hidden by snow eyelashes. In the close-up shot, the soaked eye sockets were reflected by the snow color with a sense of transparency, like unmelted ice.
Lin Mo guided from the side, "Go inside, feel Xia."
According to his words, Fang Juexia went deep into the snow forest step by step, and was stopped until he reached a fir tree.
"Turn around, hiding half of his body behind the tree, and then go over." Lin Mo held the camera, "Yes, only half of his face is shown."
Pei Tingsong also walked over, he didn't know why he had to walk over. Perhaps it was because of curiosity, just as he wondered whether the sections of dead branches were also alive when he was a child.
"The look in the eyes, it's too cold now, take a little emotion, tap your instinct..."
The photographer always speaks very abstractly. Fang Juexia didn't know what kind of feeling he was describing, he just felt confused. This is a strange jose. He couldn't understand how imprisoned should be, and what instinct was like.
Pei Tingsong walked to Lin Mo and looked at him from Lin Mo's perspective.
"Look here, yes."
Fang Juexia's eyes met the other person.
Pei Tingsong's eyes moved away from the camera, and he raised his head to look at him not far away. Those beautiful eyes looked straight at themselves as always, with a dead branch for the last resistance.
"Yes, that's it." Lin Mo's voice was pleasantly surprised, and quickly seized the opportunity to take a few photos to check the effect.
"Very well, although this look is different from what I imagined, it is really good." Lin Mo even showed it to Pei Tingsong very proudly. "Look, how about this face? This face is too photogenic. It’s more expressive than I thought, and I can change my career as a model."
In the picture, Fang Juexia is half-hidden by the dark tree trunks, and the left half of his face is calm, and the red birthmark is the only color in black and white. The exposed eye exudes a clear light, like a moon in a frozen pool.
This is the rare emotion in Lin Mo's mouth, the last struggle of the winter that is about to fall into the trap.
But this struggle is just separated by a thin layer of fragile ice, and it shatters with a slight pinch. Once the warm current hits, there will be no hiding place this winter. He can only be coerced to melt, peeling himself apart, revealing his original shape.
"Why don't you speak?"
Pei Tingsong looked fascinated, and then returned to his senses and nodded, "It is very good, he is very suitable."
Looking up again, Fang Juexia was already wrapped in a big coat, smiling quietly because of the staff's joking, and stretched out his hand to remove half of the leftover leaf from the head of the assistant opposite.
Pei Tingsong couldn't deceive himself, and connected the person in front of him with those rumors, and another voice appeared in his heart.
Perhaps he never believed those rumors in his heart. He was just looking for a valid reason to alienate this person, just as this person alienated himself.
He couldn't tell whether the voice was right or wrong. The prejudice and stubbornness of both of them have pushed this distance too far.
The last bit of sky light also disappeared. At the moment when he jumped into the snow forest in the sunset and obscured Fang Juexia's back, Lin Mo left this scene with the lens.
"Thanks." Fang Juexia, who finished shooting, bowed to the staff and walked back in a down jacket with one foot and one foot shallow. When he walked to Pei Tingsong's side, he didn't say a word.
Pei Tingsong actually felt a bit blocked in his heart.
"Hey, you are not afraid of falling when you walk so fast."
After he said such a sentence, he regretted it again. It was as if he had done something on his own initiative, as if he was holding Fang Juexia in his heart and walking with him all the way back to the carport.
But the other party didn't even turn his head, "Unhappy."
Back in the work shed, Fang Juexia stomped her feet while watching the film she had taken. He had been frozen for too long in the snow, and his limbs were numb.
Pei Tingsong saw that his nose and ears were all red with cold, and his cheeks were also red. He kept rubbing his hands, and wanted to give him the hand warmer he gave him before. But he reached into his pocket, the pocket was warm, the hand warmer was not hot anymore.
"This one is good, and this one is also." Lin Moyi was very satisfied. "You can cut an MV for all your side-by-side videos. The mood is very good. It is the cleanest blockbuster I have taken recently."
Fang Juexia was a little embarrassed to be praised, "Thank you..."
"Don't thank me, you are very photogenic, basically there is no waste film, it is very rare. And you have a very special temperament, it is a pity not to be a model."
Fang Juexia is not good at socializing, nor does he like to socialize. Facing so much admiration, he didn't know how to deal with it for a while. He searched the barren database like a robot, searching for words that could be applied.
Being entangled, his hand was suddenly caught. Fang Juexia subconsciously tilted her head and saw Pei Tingsong standing beside her, her frozen fingers suddenly wrapped in warmth.
It was Pei Tingsong who grabbed his hand and stuffed it into his warm jacket pocket.
"I also think that I just took two pictures with my mobile phone." Pei Tingsong freely inserted the topic, "The snow scene here is also beautiful, the icing on the cake." After he said that, he looked at Fang Juexia and asked with a smile, "Is that right? ?"
Fang Juexia hadn't withdrawn from the unexpected mood, "Um..."
"Your hand warmer is already cold." Pei Tingsong did not look at him, and said softly again, "Let's get back to it."
It turned out to be because of this.
Second best.
Fang Juexia repeatedly chewed Pei Tingsong's words in her heart. His thinking is simple and straightforward, and he often cannot understand Pei Tingsong's words at the first time, but this does not affect the confusion of his mind. The brain and heartbeat seem to have established their own systems and are no longer coupled.
The frozen fingers gradually regained consciousness, and the heat flow penetrated into the skin from the other hand, surging in the capillaries, flowing to his fingertips.
That is the temperature of another person.
Every word of Pei Tingsong is like a trap with cold light. He is used to avoiding it, so he will try to break free every time, although every time is in vain.
He was hesitant to withdraw his hand, Pei Tingsong had already released the hand that held his wrist, making him even miss the opportunity to break free.
There are two very different souls squeezed close to each other in the small and warm pockets.
I checked all the films roughly, and there was no time to rest. Everyone ate something in the car and immediately rushed to the double shooting venue. Both of them changed their looks, they were shirts of the same style, except that Pei Tingsong wore black and Fang Juexia was white, but his size was slightly larger, so that he wore a little looser.
This time, the shooting location is very simple. There is only a white velvet bed on the floor in the shed, which looks very soft.
Fang Juexia was stunned by the bed, and heard Pei Tingsong laugh and joke, with a loose tone, "I didn't expect the first sex scene in my life to come so quickly."
He can't be laughed at.
He couldn't imagine how the double cover of a big magazine would be shot in bed.
Seeing Lin Mo approaching, Pei Tingsong was full of curiosity, and immediately asked, "What posture are we going to use? Me and Ge Xia."
As soon as the words came out, the young ladies from the props group who came over covered their mouths and laughed. Pei Tingsong was unclear, so he looked at Fang Juexia with doubts on his face. In some situations, this boy who grew up abroad would occasionally make some fascinating remarks because of the situational mismatch, even if he has a high literary literacy and a strong learning ability.
Fang Juexia didn't know how to explain it, so she simply said, "You can't use the word gesture casually."
Pei Tingsong asked why with an innocent expression, Fang Juexia didn't want to answer, because Tuan Zong's camera was still following, he didn't want to discuss the adult topic and was recorded in Tuan Zong.
"Why?" Pei Tingsong asked again.
Fang Juexia said helplessly, "I don't know, don't ask."
Pei Tingsong frowned, "You don't know, then you still say me?"
Fang Juexia: "..."
Lin Mo didn't have much time for them to discuss the issue of posture. After discussing the lighting issue with the lighting engineer, he called Fang Juexia over and let him lie on this big velvet bed. Fang Juexia has a serious work attitude, and the photographer does what he says. He lay down without saying a word.
"Lying on your side, facing this side, yes."
After determining Fang Juexia's position, Lin Mo said to Pei Tingsong again, "You, turn around and lie down." He also made a U-turn gesture.
The surrounding staff laughed again with unknown meaning. Pei Tingsong found it inexplicable, but after all, it was work, so he did what Lin Mo said.
"Xiao Pei go down, go down again, your head is close to Jue Xia's head. Yes, you two come sideways, face to face."
Hearing the instruction from the side, Fang Juexia, who was lying on his back, turned his face consciously, but the distance was suddenly shortened too close, and the tip of his nose almost touched the bridge of Pei Tingsong's nose. He immediately retracted a bit, pretending that nothing happened.
They lay half-curled on the round velvet bed, staggered upside down, faces close, facing each other.
"It's not close enough." Lin Mo stepped forward to adjust himself, "I need your side face lines to have a sense of fit. If you reduce this distance to a minimum, you can get a tight fit, understand?"
Lin Mo is just explaining the effect he wants to achieve, but this description inevitably evokes people's imagination.
"Especially the straight line of the bridge of the nose, I hope you are parallel here, but one person is from top to bottom, the other is upside down, from bottom to top."
Pei Tingsong and Fang Juexia kept approaching each other at his request, like two meteors approaching each other in a repulsive trajectory. They tend to each other like Tai Chi, and their bodies seem to stretch in the opposite direction. Even pairs are balanced and opposites are united.
"Very good, that's it." Lin Mo moved away from the big bed and checked again. "Very good, bring the props."
Pei Tingsong asked innocently, "Is there any props?" The people around laughed again, and even Cheng Qiang held his forehead helplessly.
The nearest Fang Juexia just wanted him to shut up.
The props team brought a long green leaf vine, which seemed to have flowers on it but it hadn't bloomed yet, just small buds.
"What is this?" Fang Juexia reached out and touched.
Before the staff spoke, Pei Tingsong replied to himself, "Lonicera." Fang Juexia was a little surprised at his strange knowledge reserve, "How do you know?"
"My garden was planted when I was young." Pei Tingsong replied very simply.
Honeysuckle.
Fang Juexia chanted the name silently in her heart, and thought it was wonderful. The conceptual fit seems to be more than that.
They wrapped the green honeysuckle vines around Fang Juexia and Pei Tingsong's body, and kept going up until Pei Tingsong's arm, as if these vines appeared from Pei Tingsong's body.
"I feel like a tree spirit."
"No, you are a flower fairy." Andy fixed a few clematis with hairspray on top of Pei Tingsong's head. There were flowers on the sides of his ears, shoulders and arms.
Lin Mo came to help them pose again, "Xiao Pei, hold his neck with your hand."
Pei Tingsong quickly understood what he meant, and his arms went around the back of his head to hold his slender neck.
"Very good," Lin Mo stepped on the chair and bent over to take a picture. "Be more natural and look at each other."
But after trying it several times, the film didn't reach the feeling that Lin Mo wanted in his heart, and he always felt that there was a bad breath, "It's almost, the tension is not enough. Xiao Pei relax first."
For some reason, Fang Juexia once again thought of Lonicera, chanting the word forbearance silently in her heart, and a new thought came up. He sat up and looked at Lin Mo, "Teacher Lin, I have some thoughts."
Cheng Qiang, who was standing by, was a little surprised, but Fang Juexia was the one who spoke, not Pei Tingsong.
After all, in his limited memory, Fang Juexia was not a character who would easily put forward his own opinions.
He had been overthrown several times by Pei Tingsong's plans before, and Lin Mo has already accepted this work model, "you said."
"I saw the honeysuckle and thought of a problem. We seemed to make an assumption at the beginning of the filming."
Pei Tingsong was still lying on the bed, looking up at Fang Juexia who was sitting up, and everything he said carried a very strict logic.
"We have been assuming that in this confinement relationship, it is winter that endures, what about spring?"
From Pei Tingsong's perspective, Fang Juexia's eyes are looking upward, the lights are on, and the whole face is shining, "Then if you break this prior condition, then look at this relationship."
As he spoke, Fang Jue's Xia Xuebai's eyelashes flickered, "Actually, spring is also patient."
This sentence appeared straight, causing Pei Tingsong's heart to jump abruptly.
What to endure in spring
Tolerate gains and losses, and tolerate the demands.
After Shinobu approached, he had to watch him melt and lose his original posture.
I have to admit that at this moment, he was emotionally convinced by Fang Juexia's views. He is not a silent formula, his aura is hidden in the rules of permutation and combination.
The inspirational resonance between the creations is speechless. Lin Mo stretched out his index finger and pointed at Fang Juexia several times, "Yes, you are right. This mutual emotion is right."
Tension does not mean that it must be violent bondage and resistance. It can also be that the sensibility wants to be close to the ice and snow, but the reason has to endure it. The reason knows to avoid the warmth, but cannot control the heart that wants to pounce on the spring.
Fang Juexia lay down again.
Having already understood the concept, Pei Tingsong didn't stretch out his hand to hold the back of his neck this time, but pulled back a little. Stretched out his hand to the side face. His fingers are long and clean. The fingertips forcefully pull the tendons on the back of the hand, and there is an illusion of forbearance.
Suddenly, Fang Juexia called out Andy's name, and when he came over, she asked, "Can his hands be painted with frostbite makeup?"
"Frostbite?" Andy's false eyelashes flickered.
"Well, it's not just this." Fang Juexia said again, "I would like to ask you to wrap the honeysuckle vine more, wrap it around the chin of my neck, and stretch it all the way up. Then, Brother Andy, could you please draw some on my neck and face? Small wounds, it's like being cut by honeysuckle vines."
"Yeah!" Lin Mo nodded hurriedly before swallowing the coffee in his mouth, "Yes, it's fine."
"Why?" Pei Tingsong actually had an answer, but he still wanted to ask.
Fang Juexia replied simply and flatly, "Only those who have paid the price are called patience."
He has more than a beautiful skin, Pei Tingsong must admit.
Everything was carried out according to the plan negotiated temporarily. Lin Mo expressed his satisfaction. He needed to connect the part of the solo film, so between Pei Tingsong and Fang Juexia, he sprinkled the petals of eustoma that had been seen before.
The camera was pointed at this picture, and he felt that everything was in place, "Very good, start."
In the close-up, there are two side faces, they are close to each other, but they seem to be resisting again. Pei Tingsong's hand stretched out, and his fingers were already blue with frostbite. His fingertips were only a few inches apart from Fang Juexia, but they still didn't touch them. Even in a static photo, he seems to be able to see his shaking hands.
Fettered from the bottom up by the honeysuckle full of spring vitality, as if it would always be woven into a green cage, Fang Juexia closed her eyes, frowned slightly, as if she was exhausted from breathing.
The birthmark at the corner of the left eye is the only color on this face, like a flower petal and a cruel scar. Pei Tingsong, who was opposite to him, was also at the corner of his eye, with a scattered early cherry blossoms.
The moment Lin Mo pressed the shutter.
Fang Juexia, who closed his eyes, showed a subtle smile at the corner of his mouth.
This blockbuster was unsurprisingly booked as the cover by the editor-in-chief on the spot. There was no need to choose any more. Experience and instincts directly told him that this was the best. Fortunately, this spring that has long been swallowed by monopoly but still struggles to retain the last bit of restraint.
It's better to be tortured in captivity, but in the end is willing to fall for the winter.