After saying this, Zhou Ziheng released Lin Mo's wrist and put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants.
Lin Mo and Zhou Ziheng have never met, but his intuition has told him that there must be something between Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing. He smiled and touched his wrist, glanced at Xia Xiqing, and nodded meaningfully. what… "
Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows in the mirror, and Lin Mo felt bored and left the dressing room with a smile. The door closed again, and only Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing were left in the room.
I don’t know why, that kind of aggressive confidence just now suddenly resembled a deflated balloon. It was all gone. Zhou Ziheng felt that he was nosy. Maybe Xia Xiqing was also looking forward to this "reunion." ", Maybe he broke other people's good deeds.
The more I think about it, the more it feels uncomfortable, who knows that I suddenly heard laughter. Zhou Ziheng returned to his mind and saw Xia Xiqing couldn't hold back a smile, lowering his head and laughing louder and louder.
"What are you laughing at?" Zhou Ziheng was a little angry.
Xia Xiqing's tears were about to laugh, he worked hard to calm down, and looked up at Zhou Ziheng who was standing next to him, "Isn't it deep in the world?" He pursed his mouth and smiled, supporting his chin with his elbow on the side of the chair. On the armrest, the eyes looking at Zhou Ziheng were bent into two crescent moons.
Not to mention anything else, there is nothing wrong with this face with the words She Shi Wei Shen. Zhou Ziheng thought.
Xia Xiqing’s eyes were bright, and the head inside was crumpled with a handful of stars. He lightly lit his cheek with his fingers, repeating what Zhou Ziheng said to Lin Mo just now, “It’s all in the same circle. No wonder." As he said, his voice slowed down, and the end sound was like a remnant cloud engulfed by the wind in the afternoon.
"No wonder..." He stretched out a hand and touched the soft fabric of Zhou Ziheng's white sweater. The slender index finger had distinct knuckles, tracing the texture of the weaving like a paintbrush, and the innocent smile of his eyes gradually converged, giving birth to An ambiguous arc.
Suddenly, his index finger buckled the belt buckle around Zhou Ziheng's waist and raised his eyes to meet Zhou Ziheng's gaze.
"What's not strange about it?"
Zhou Ziheng's brows frowned slightly, which was the sexiest expression in Xia Xiqing's eyes.
This person is simply...
"I'm just looking for an excuse." Zhou Ziheng withdrew his hand from his pocket and tried to remove his restless fingers from his belt. Who knew that as soon as he held his slender fingers, he was grabbed by Xia Xiqing's backhand, his fingers abruptly. It was inserted between Zhou Ziheng's fingers and clasped his hand tightly.
"Why come out?"
With ten fingers clasped tightly, such words should be the most tender and sweet words in Zhou Ziheng's eyes, but at this moment Xia Xiqing is more like a gangster with a knife on the victim's neck. Paranoid, arrogant, determined.
The intertwined fingers produced a burning hallucination. The alarm in Zhou Ziheng's heart sounded again. He tried to break Xia Xiqing's hand, but his eyes were inadvertently swept to the wound on his lips. With an indifferent expression, he replied with a cold face, "I'm not out of my head. There are so many people here, I don't want to be rumored that "photographers' unspoken rules, models, and well-known actors turn a blind eye"."
It's really interesting. It's so interesting to find excuses. Xia Xiqing raised her eyebrows and secretly forced her fingers to suppress Zhou Ziheng's attempt to escape. "So it doesn't matter if you offend the photographer before shooting?"
"What am I afraid of. For me, the finished film in the studio is no different from the raw pictures taken by passers-by."
Zhou Ziheng spoke calmly and confidently, and Xia Xiqing's eyes scanned his whole body.
That's correct.
"Lin Mo's kind of perfectionist will not destroy his own work for such a thing." After saying this, Zhou Ziheng felt that Xia Xiqing's hand seemed to relax a little, and he took the opportunity to open his hand with his other hand. .
Relieved. Not exactly. Zhou Ziheng turned around his painful finger, and stretched it back into the pocket of his suit pants.
After holding hands, Xia Xiqing showed a prey escape expression on his face. He got up from the chair and stretched out his hands to help Zhou Ziheng tidy up his high collar. The ten-finger clasped hand before was flushed. After adjusting the collar, he raised his eyes slightly and looked at Zhou Ziheng's eyes.
"I like that you half-down your head and look at me from this angle," Xia Xiqing's voice was very gentle, and his hands slipped from the edge of the sweater high collar to his broad shoulders, "It makes me want to kiss you very much."
Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand against Xia Xiqing's body that he was trying to keep approaching, but didn't push away hard. "Someone will come in here anytime."
Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing.
This sentence is really ambiguous.
It's as if something will happen to them.
He tilted his head, with a sly look in his eyes, "So... you mean, if you change to a place where no one is, can I kiss you?"
The concept of stealing is a terrible skill.
Zhou Ziheng was a little anxious by his teasing, and he couldn't tell why. Xia Xiqing's methods were so skillful that they didn't require a reaction, and they almost became a conditioned reflex. You don't need to think about how many people he has tried.
The thought of these routines being repeatedly practiced by him on countless people made Zhou Ziheng feel uncomfortable. He blocked his chest with a sigh of relief, and his voice was unconsciously ruthless. "Do you think I bite hard enough last time?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Xiqing stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked his lips, licked the bloody scab, as if tasting delicious food, "very ruthless." His hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his neck. Looking up at Zhou Ziheng in a kiss gesture.
"It's better to bite the invisible place next time."
Zhou Ziheng shook his hand away and took a step back, "You don't think about me."
"What's your idea?" Xia Xiqing sat back in his chair, picked up the phone on the dressing table, "Do you think I want to come? Who urged my assistant to pick me up? Who promised me to come by myself? I regretted it halfway, and worried that I wouldn't have to come to confirm it again and again?"
Every sentence hit Zhou Ziheng's weakness, and he could hardly find suitable words to respond to Xia Xiqing's rhetorical question.
Xia Xiqing asked again, "Why do you go back?"
This is the point that Zhou Ziheng is unwilling to say. He didn't even want to go into the reason why he suddenly felt uncomfortable after seeing Xia Xiqing like that Weibo.
"I have nothing to say."
Zhou Ziheng didn't want to lie or make excuses.
Just when Xia Xiqing wanted to ask questions, Shane came back with the special effects makeup artist, and whispered to Lin Mo's troubles and trivialities as soon as he walked in. Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng pretended that nothing happened. They sat in their respective seats, and Zhou Ziheng's hair stylist returned.
"Ziheng, I just discussed with them. We think wet hair will be a bit sexier." The hair stylist grabbed Zhou Ziheng's blown hair, "but it won't be very wet, the forehead," she grabbed a part of it. , Press and hold the spray, spray until the water is about to drip, but the water drops will accumulate in the hanging hair tip.
The special effects makeup artist drew a long scar on Xia Xiqing's face, but he didn't think it was enough.
"Can it be painted as the effect of the skin and flesh blooming?" Xia Xiqing smiled and said to the makeup artist, "I think the impact will be greater."
The makeup and hair were all ready, Xia Xiqing watched Zhou Ziheng put on the gold glasses, her deep eyebrows were confined by the golden frame, and she was wearing a turtleneck sweater, creating an indescribable sense of abstinence.
He looked at himself one last time in his glasses, the torn black shirt, the bare skin, the horrible wound on his face, the blood and scabs painted on his lips. It really looked like a poor victim.
The studio is set up as a pure black background, with a baroque-style light brown walnut upholstered chair in the middle.
"Xi Qing, you sit on a chair first, I'll take two photos to try it out." Lin Mo raised his chin toward Xia Xiqing, and Xia Xiqing walked over and sat on the chair.
"Legs apart, yes, leaning back on the chair, head up," Lin Mo commanded, pressing the shutter, capturing every expression of Xia Xiqing.
After checking the photos he had just taken, Lin Mo was still satisfied, "Zhiheng, too."
Xia Xiqing turned his head and saw Zhou Ziheng walking from the dark, with long legs wrapped in suit pants, and a dark gray herringbone coat outside the white sweater. He lowered his head and carefully removed the white The surgical rubber gloves were worn on the hands, and the moments when the head was raised, the eyes under the golden eyes were slightly narrowed under the strong light of the reflector.
If perverted murderers have this face, there should be many people coming to die. Xia Xiqing sighed sincerely.
The cover of a double magazine is not easy to shoot. Most magazines use the safest and simplest standing position, but Lin Mo obviously does not want to use such a boring posture.
"Xi Qing sits on the chair, walks around from behind the chair, and stands behind him." Lin Mo said again, "From now on, you must remember your identity, a perverted murderer, and an innocent victim. Who. Free to play."
Zhou Ziheng stood behind Xia Xiqing. The two tried several different stances, but they all had shortcomings. The moment the shutter was pressed, Zhou Ziheng's mind was empty. He knew that he had not yet entered the state. Photos can't catch people's attention.
Lin Mo took a group shot, and the makeup artist came up to fix Zhou Ziheng's hair.
Zhou Ziheng nodded, Lin Mo walked up to him after watching the film and said to the makeup artist, "I think the makeup is not enough. It's better to be more bloody and more explicit."
The makeup artist was also a little confused, "I don't want to shoot too much now, even if I shoot, I can't do the cover."
"It's okay to be subtle." Lin Mo showed a slight impatient expression on his face, "You can let someone else do it if you can't handle it." After that, he stepped aside and lighted himself a cigarette.
The makeup artist's expression became awkward. Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng who was standing there. Indeed, it would feel better if he could get a little more blood.
"Is there any paint?" Xia Xiqing walked to the special effects makeup artist, "I guess you should have a lot of red paint here, just paint the wound for me."
Zhou Ziheng closed his eyes and asked the makeup artist to spray himself again. Suddenly, the sound of the spray stopped abruptly.
"Self-Heng."
Xia Xiqing's voice. Zhou Ziheng opened his eyes, and a liquid hit his face, almost fascinated by him. He quickly closed his eyes and frowned, "What are you doing?"
"Is this okay?"
The red paint he had just thrown on Zhou Ziheng’s face was like spewing blood, attached to his well-defined face, a few strands of wet hair hanging from his forehead, to deep eye sockets, from cheekbones to lips. side.
Xia Xiqing handed the brush and the plate with the viscous red paint to the makeup assistant, took the gold wire glasses from Zhou Ziheng's hand, and gently put it on Zhou Ziheng's face.
This is like a real murderer.
Lin Mo also walked over, the satisfied expression on his face could hardly be concealed, "Okay, very good, that's how it feels."
After solving this problem, Xia Xiqing returned to his chair. Zhou Ziheng's light followed his figure. He seemed to be a little tired. When he sat down, he arched his back slightly, holding his forehead with his hands, his hair curled slightly. Scattered covering his face.
The wide shirt has an open neckline, and from Zhou Ziheng's perspective, you can clearly see the outline of his collarbone, collarbone, ribs, the muscular lines that are constantly winding downwards, and the looming, slightly undulating chest.
He suddenly thought of the first encounter with Xia Xiqing in the secret room.
Half-bent, Xia Xiqing used his hands cuffed in handcuffs to untie the ropes on his legs, in a obedience posture of bowing to his head.
"Do you have handcuffs here?"
Hearing these words, Xia Xiqing, with her head down, suddenly raised her head and looked at Zhou Ziheng. I have to admit that Zhou Ziheng unexpectedly liked his surprise, and he did not feel that he had entered that state.
"Yes, yes." Shane looked at Xia Xiqing, "Xiqing, can you wear handcuffs?"
Xia Xiqing laughed, "No problem, obey the arrangement."
Shane immediately ordered the assistant to take it, and smiled and said, "It happened to be in line with the scene at the beginning of "Escape from the Day"." The assistant took the handcuffs and was about to hand it to Xia Xiqing, but Lin Mo interrupted him. , "Give self-honor, let self-honor. Make-up artists are out, and it's time to take pictures."
Zhou Ziheng took the handcuffs from the assistant and walked to Xia Xiqing's side. He knelt on one knee. Xia Xiqing, who was leaning on the chair, stretched out both hands in front of him, and the silver handcuffs were locked with a click.
This feeling is too familiar. The sound of the shutter kept reverberating in his ears, Xia Xiqing's eyes looked at Zhou Ziheng's, watching him stand up and walk around behind him.
"Ziheng bends over, his face close to Xi Qing's ear, yes, pinch his chin."
"Very good, feel it, keep this action." Lin Mo changed the angle and patted, even the assistants around him could hear it, his voice was full of excitement, "Zhiheng hand stretched over and pinched right hand Hold his chin."
The photos of the first group were taken for nearly an hour, and the effect was so amazing that the staff in the two sheds were amazed.
"The expressiveness of these two people is simply too powerful."
"I can't believe that he is an amateur, he looks good."
"Don't be nymphomaniac, hurry up and work."
When choosing the film, Lin Mo and the magazine director had almost the same opinions, and they both chose the same film.
In the picture, Xia Xiqing is sitting on an exquisite burgundy upholstered chair with his hands cuffed in handcuffs. With blood on his face, Zhou Ziheng stood behind him, and his right hand with white rubber gloves pinched Xia Xiqing's chin from behind, forcing him to lift his head slightly.
He bit the other white glove and tore it off, biting it with his teeth, and stroking Xia Xiqing's mandible with his bare hand. The index finger almost reached into Xia Xiqing's slightly opened lips.
Both eyes looked directly at the camera. The eyes under the gold wire glasses were cold and cruel, mixed with the pleasure of a certain desire to succeed.
And Xia Xiqing, who raised his head, lowered his eyelids, his eyes seemed to cry for help through the lens, but there was a look of enjoyment on his face.
It's wonderful.
The next two scenes were shots of single-person inside pages. Zhou Ziheng's scene was in front of the bedroom closet. A waiting mirror was embedded in the open door of the closet. The styling assistant took the glasses for him.
"Imagine that you have killed him now, and then you go back to your own room and change the soiled clothes." Lin Mo adjusted the machine and pointed at Zhou Ziheng, "He looked at himself in the mirror, that's right. "
Zhou Ziheng pulled up the hem of the sweater, hooked the sweater with his right elbow, and his right body was exposed. Standing outside the venue, Xia Xiqing was holding a glass of drink in her hand and looked at Zhou Ziheng's exposed abdominal muscles and mermaid lines with great enjoyment. To be honest, it was more impactful than he had imagined before. Such a figure is really exciting.
The cold liquid was sucked down the straw, but the throat became even more dry and dumb.
"Two elbows hold the clothes, look in the mirror, yes." Lin Mo changed his angle and moved closer, "Take it off, wipe the blood spots on his face with his fingers, and lift his chin. It's very good."
Xia Xiqing's eyes stared at Zhou Ziheng's entire exposed back, the back muscles that continued to move along with the movements, and the thin, narrow waist that stretched downward.
The teeth couldn't help biting the mouth of the straw.
Hey, it's really annoying to see the feeling of not being able to eat.
After Xia Xiqing's personal shooting, the venue was changed to a bathroom, which contained a bathtub filled with hot water. Lin Mo and Xia Xiqing were discussing the idea of shooting, and Zhou Ziheng, who changed into another suit and took a rest, watched the previous film under the arrangement of the assistant of photography.
Xia Xiqing lay in the bathtub, the warm water flooded his body, and the silk shirt was pasted on his skin. Xia Xiqing leaned his head on the front of the bathtub with his arms on the edge. Lin Mo thought this posture was good, so he took a few pictures, then called the stylist, brought a three-finger-wide white lace long belt, and walked to Xia Xiqing’s side. .
"Try this on your eyes." The stylist followed Lin Mo's arrangement and gently placed white lace on Xia Xiqing's eyes.
"Lighter, over there, the lighting should be yellowish."
Zhou Ziheng sat aside, looking at Xia Xiqing who was lying in the bathtub, his eyes were covered with a long white lace band, and there was a gloomy beauty. There are too many people with neutral styles in this circle. They have more delicate faces than most girls. However, in Zhou Ziheng's aesthetic system, the beauty that is packaged is not enough to be called beauty.
After watching the previous film, Lin Mo squinted slightly, "I think it's still not enough," he called the director and Shane, "make the water in this bathtub red."
"No." The director shook his head, and directly rejected his decision. "The one on his face just now is already a side ball. This kind of large area is definitely not good."
Shane shrugged, "I told you already."
Zhou Ziheng sat on the other end and heard clearly. He turned his head and beckoned to Xiao Luo.
"It's just a hand-in-hand." Lin Mo felt very dissatisfied. His perfectionism did not allow him to compromise at this time. He called the editor of the magazine again to negotiate, and the result was still negative. Several people were arguing in the studio, almost arguing.
Discussions and quarrels have been going on for more than ten minutes. The water in the bathtub gradually cooled down. Xia Xiqing felt tired. From an artistic point of view, he understood Lin Mo's persistence, but art and whether it could be distributed is another time. thing. He took down White Lace, turned his neck, and turned to see Zhou Ziheng.
Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting in the distance, also met him, but only for a moment, he stood up and walked to the center of the quarrel.
"I have an idea." Zhou Ziheng said.
The few people who were still arguing stopped, Xia Xiqing also slowly sat up from the bathtub, bent one leg, and put his arms on it.
"What do you think?" Lin Mo, who was suddenly interrupted, was obviously dissatisfied. He didn't want to compromise at all. He didn't think that an actor had the ability to persuade him from the perspective of artistic aesthetics.
Ronaldinho walked in suddenly, holding two large bouquets of red roses in his hands, and the florist who followed behind him had three large bouquets in his hands. Each bouquet was full and warm, almost completely covering them. The upper body is really eye-catching, "Self-Heng, it's time to spend."
Zhou Ziheng took one of the bunches. The petals were delicate and fresh, but he stretched out his right hand to grab a handful without mercy, shredded the upper petals, walked to Xia Xiqing’s side, and crushed his hands. A handful of petals spilled in the bathtub.
"This is my idea."
The petals were falling in the air and on the water. Across the falling petals, Zhou Ziheng clearly saw that Xia Xiqing's eyes leaked a hint of surprise. He smiled slightly, turned around, and handed the bouquet to the stylist.
Lin Mo was stunned, then burst into laughter. He was really surprised.
The red of the full bathtub is what he wants.
"There are five bouquets of roses here, each with ninety-nine, which should be enough to cover this bathtub."
The stylist also saw that Lin Mo was conquered by this idea, so he immediately set about to tear the rose into pieces and spill it into the bathtub. Zhou Ziheng was okay standing aside, so he helped the staff to spread the petals in the bathtub. He has always had a good personality and often quietly helps on the set, which has become a habit.
A petal passed through his hand, slowly wandering along with the water waves to Xia Xiqing's chest, and closely attached to the torn and soaked black shirt.
"How did you come up with this idea?" Xia Xiqing raised his head on the edge of the bathtub, and spoke softly. The stylist came over to tidy up Xia Xiqing's hair, and put the white lace on his eyes again.
Zhou Ziheng didn't speak, and silently dialed the surface of the water. When his fingers were pulled away from the water, a petal came up with his fingertips.
Just now when he was sitting and watching Xia Xiqing, there was such a scene in his mind. No aesthetic knowledge or artistic perception was needed.
Zhou Ziheng took the petal off and gently placed it on Xia Xiqing's lips.
[Only the rose is worthy of you. ]
He felt that way, but he didn't want to tell Xia Xiqing.
At least not right now.