Fu Mingyuan stood there for a while.
It didn't rain, it was sunny after the rain.
The warm light shines on him, dispelling the cold of early winter.
Seeing that he didn't move, the makeup artist ran over with the makeup case.
Du Jing shook the coat in his arms, still lamenting that others are assistants doing this kind of work, and he is the manager.
Just took two steps, suddenly felt that something was wrong, and followed Fu Mingyuan's line of sight.
Then he stumbled.
The man standing on the edge of the fence, outside the crowd, holding a mobile phone and waving at him, was quite familiar.
He just had a hat on his head, a mask and an army green padded jacket.
Before the Du Jing people came to Fu Mingyuan's side, Fu Mingyuan moved.
The makeup artist who was still powdering him held up the powder puff with a confused look.
Why did he leave suddenly.
Du Jing hurriedly rushed over, put his coat over him, and dragged the makeup artist to the side to apologize.
After apologizing, he has to go to the director to ask for a leave. I wonder if one afternoon is enough
Everyone was busy preparing for the next scene at the moment, and no one was particularly concerned about them.
Shen Qi moved his shoulders.
Wearing a mask all the time was uncomfortable, and the hot breath misted my eyes.
He watched his brother frown slightly, pursed his lips, and walked towards him step by step.
"How did you come here?" Fu Mingyuan walked quickly, and arrived in front of Shen Qi within a few steps.
He lowered his head slightly, and there was no emotion in his voice.
Shen Qi blinked and wiped his eyelids with his palms, feeling a little itchy.
"Guess what, brother."
There was a smile in his tone, but also a bit of dullness.
Fu Mingyuan reached out and rubbed his hat-wearing head.
The force is light and heavy.
As if suppressing something.
"Well, have you eaten yet?" Fu Mingyuan's voice suddenly became dull, slightly hoarse.
It was a long way from City A, and there was only a long-distance bus in the morning. He didn't know if the boy came by that bus.
Shen Qi looked around, but no one noticed them.
He reached out and tugged on Fu Mingyuan's sleeves, helped him to flatten the sleeves, patted the ashes on the sleeves, leaned over and whispered, "I didn't eat."
"But... bro, you look tastier."
In this outfit, Fu Mingyuan seemed to have wider shoulders and longer legs than usual, with a straight nose, deep eyes, and a belt around his waist that hooked out his waist.
Wide shoulders and narrow waist, perfect proportions.
These eight words popped up in Shen Qi's mind.
Instead of the original hunger brought by the stomach.
If it weren't for so many people now, he might be more than that simple.
Fu Mingyuan lowered his eyes, moved his fingertips, turned slightly sideways, let the light lean on Shen Qi's body, and pressed the cap on his forehead with the fingertips of his right hand.
"Ok."
"wait a second."
He turned and walked towards the director.
Du Jing was trying to communicate with the director about changing Fu Mingyuan's play. The director frowned, obviously very unhappy.
The director was originally a person who pursued perfection, and every shot had to pursue perfection, otherwise it would not have taken so long to shoot and work with high intensity.
At this moment, the male lead suddenly said that he wanted to take a leave of absence. Even if Fu Mingyuan's identity was there, he was not very happy.
Shen Qi continued to lean on the side and pulled his hat.
A villager who was standing not far from him just now came up and said, "Do you know a big star?"
Shen Qi reacted and nodded: "My brother, is he handsome?"
The lips hidden under the mask are a little dry.
Why is there so many people, he can only see his brother alone.
The villager nodded: "handsome, my sister wants to see him every day."
"He lives in the house behind my house. My sister wanted to peek last night, but she didn't come back in the middle of the night."
The villagers nodded as they spoke.
Not to mention his sister, he wants to see it.
Shen Qi turned his head and glanced at him.
Squinting slightly, the sun is still a bit dazzling.
He hummed, and the sound was so soft that the villagers couldn't hear it clearly.
Just as he was about to say something else, Fu Mingyuan came towards them.
Shen Qi put the tip of his tongue against his lower teeth, pulled off his hat, and revealed all his eyebrows.
The villagers were stunned for a while.
Oh dear, why are they all so beautiful.
Fu Mingyuan seemed to be aware of the sight of the villagers, and when he turned around, his gaze passed over him, a little unhappy.
The villagers felt a cool breeze behind them.
Maybe it's because of the cold weather.
…
There was no one on the way back to the house, and most of the villagers were busy at this time.
Shen Qi followed behind Fu Mingyuan, slowly stepping on his shadow.
Fu Mingyuan suddenly stopped.
He was standing in the middle of the road, staring at Shen Qi.
Eyes focused and restrained.
Shen Qi chuckled lightly, put his hat on Fu Mingyuan's head, and put his cheek on his shoulder.
"There's no one here, brother."
Fu Mingyuan stiffened for a moment, "Well, no."
Shen Qi snorted, and pulled at the hem of his clothes again, reaching in from the hem, and pressing his cold hands on his firm waist and abdomen with warmth.
"Don't move." Fu Mingyuan frowned slightly, wrapping his wrist with one hand and pulling it out, and then he didn't let go at all.
He kept wrapping his wrists and went back to the house.
When passing the front room, Shen Qi's eyes stopped for a while, and then he grabbed Fu Mingyuan's arm, leaned his entire strength on him, and said slowly, "That little brother told me just now that his sister came to peek at you. ."
He licked his lips, his eyes fell on Fu Mingyuan's chin, got some dirt, raised the hand that was not caught, and wiped it with his fingertips.
The soil did not rub off, but a layer of powder was rubbed against it.
Shen Qi laughed out loud.
The puff is also thick enough.
Even the soil is painted on, so true.
Fu Mingyuan paused, and after a few seconds: "Little brother?"
He frowned, and there was some doubt in his voice.
The hand that encircled Shen Qi's wrist changed to hold his entire hand, and the steps he took were suddenly much larger.
The house that Fu Mingyuan lived in was not big, it was borrowed from the villagers, and there was only one room and bedroom.
The outside is the stove and the table for eating, which is very clean.
There was only one narrow bed in the bedroom, long enough to accommodate Fu Mingyuan, or a hard bed with two layers of quilts.
The covers were neatly folded and placed at the foot of the bed.
Shen Qi's toes couldn't help kicking the quilt at the end of the bed.
His legs couldn't work, he felt like a fish lacking water, and he could only keep flapping his tail.
The belly was pressed against the warm palm, and there was no space between breaths.
The wide padded jacket was used as a mattress, with one hand grabbing the edge of the pillow and the other grabbing Fu Mingyuan's shirt, creating a deep wrinkle.
He raised his head, closed his eyes, his lips and tongue were entangled, and not an inch was spared.
Fu Mingyuan kept looking at him.
His fingertips dipped into his hair and rubbed lightly.
After a long while, he calmed his breath, helped Shen Qi pull down the sweater, wiped off the water stains from his lips, lowered his head again, and kissed his eyelids.
The eyelids trembled a little.
Shen Qi's breathing was rapid.
It really can't be slowed down.
As soon as he entered the house, the door was locked.
He didn't respond, and was dragged onto the bed by his wrist.
Fu Mingyuan's fingers brushed his eyebrows again: "I'm sorry."
His voice was much lower than usual, and his breathing was obviously disordered: "I'll go get you something to eat."
He kissed Shen Qi's red lips again.
Shen Qi half covered his eyes, the curtains in the room were drawn, and the outside light could not be seen.
Gee, lost.
Originally, he said that his brother was delicious.
Why doesn't it feel right now.
Although the taste is very good, but after a few more visits, his waist may not be able to bear it.
The pinched waist is soft and the legs are soft.
He kicked the quilt again.
Lips are still numb.
…
Fu Mingyuan cooked two dishes for Shen Qi, both of which were sent by the villagers from their own fields.
Fried a bowl of egg fried rice.
Shen Qi was really hungry and really tired.
I woke up early in the morning. In fact, I was half asleep in the car, and my neck hurt.
After eating, he dozed off in Fu Mingyuan's arms.
Fu Mingyuan patted him on the back.
"When did you get up?" He kissed Shen Qi's hair and asked.
Shen Qi yawned, grabbed the person with his hands and feet, and arched the person a few times.
The bed was really not big enough, so the two of them could only sleep with each other tightly.
"It's more than four o'clock." He was really tired, and his voice was much lower.
"The alarm clock rang a dozen times before I got up."
Fu Mingyuan tilted his head to look at his profile, and responded softly.
"It's so hard to see you once, brother." Shen Qi murmured again: "The last time I woke up so early was during a game."
"The road here is also difficult."
"The tricycle is too bumpy."
He had never sat on such a bumpy ride before, and his butt was hurting.
Hearing him complain, Fu Mingyuan heard his voice getting smaller and smaller, and the strength to pat him on the back was getting smaller and smaller.
It stopped until it was confirmed that the person was asleep.
It was still light outside.
When everyone fell asleep, Fu Mingyuan got out of bed and helped him tuck the quilt.
After going out, Du Jing, who was sitting at the door of the next house and drinking with a bowl of wine and glutinous rice balls, quickly put the bowl down.
"Asleep?" He really didn't expect that Shen Qi came over without saying a word.
Fu Mingyuan nodded.
He is not at all tired now, and he is in good spirits.
"How many days? Two days? Three days?"
"I didn't ask." Fu Mingyuan's eyes fell on the window, and he couldn't see anything in the house.
Du Jing lowered his voice: "There are so many people here, anyway, you two will be more restrained, and you will be photographed..."
He remembered the reaction of the fans when the two were photographed before, and suddenly felt that he was choked by the sweet and greasy smell of wine.
Fu Mingyuan did not answer him.
"Actually, you don't need to promise to make his next movie just for two days off."
Duke shook his head.
The director of "Tomorrow" is a director who loves to shoot borderline themes. He hasn't had a movie that has passed the trial for a few years, but as long as it can pass the trial, it will definitely win an award.
"Tomorrow" is one of the ones that can pass the trial.
Fu Mingyuan's eyes were heavy, but he still didn't say a word.
Duke: …
Okay, this is placed in the ancient Shunjun.
The two were standing at the door in silence, when Ji Yin and her assistant rushed over with an umbrella.
Du Jing now has a headache when he sees Ji Yin.
Traffic Xiaohua is so eager to learn, whenever there is a problem, she will come to Brother Fu.
If it wasn't for this little girl looking at Brother Fu the same way she looked at her elders, he might be thinking crooked.
Du Jing took a look inside the room, maybe the person inside came here in such a hurry because he was jealous after seeing the photo.
Du Jing sighed and decided to continue to stare at the hot search on Weibo.