The entire team spent four hours just shooting the cover and inside pages of the magazine. Fortunately, the results were beyond everyone's imagination, so even though they worked hard, everyone was very satisfied.
"The magazine must be out of seconds this time." The director sat next to Zhou Ziheng, "It's so good, you can choose the cover of the year."
Zhou Ziheng smiled modestly, without speaking.
"I found out that you two really don't talk much in life." The director thought it was very interesting. "I thought the rumors on the Internet were all fake."
Zhou Ziheng glanced at Xia Xiqing who was asleep on the sofa, "We actually only met after recording "Escape from the Sky", and we are not very familiar."
While saying this, Zhou Ziheng felt that his words were really unreliable.
I even kissed, but I couldn't find any suitable words to define the relationship between them. It's really weird.
"I heard that Xiaoxia is a fan of yours. I seem to have seen the pictures he drew for you before." The director said, while flipping through Weibo, "I saw it yesterday... Ah, this is it. ."
But when he just turned on, he realized that something was wrong, "Wait, oh, this is Shang Sirui, oh, I made a mistake." The director showed a little embarrassment on his face, and put the phone back into his jacket pocket.
"It's okay." Although Zhou Ziheng felt uncomfortable, his face still maintained demeanor and calmness. "You can go to his Weibo to see. His Weibo is full of my paintings."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Ziheng regretted it. His performance like this was like a declaration of sovereignty.
And as long as you click on his Weibo, you can see the cp blog he liked.
The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable it becomes.
"The paintings are really good. I heard that they are of Buddhist beauty," the director nodded appreciatively. "The aesthetic style of the academic school is different."
The venue for the magazine interview was set up, and Ronaldinho walked over, "Ziheng, I'll be interviewing later, do you want to add some makeup or something."
"No need." Zhou Ziheng turned his face to the side and saw Xia Xiqing, who was locked on another sofa, shrank into a ball, his entire face covered by hair, he hesitated, and finally said softly to Ronaldinho, " Go and call him up."
Ronaldinho said, walked over and shook Xia Xiqing's shoulder gently. Sleeping in a daze, Xia Xiqing frowned. He always got up badly. He turned his body to face the sofa cushions, and buried himself in, facing Ronaldinho with his back, as if he didn't want to wake up at all. .
"... Xi Qing?"
Xia Xiqing was too sleepy. He hadn't slept the night before, and shooting magazines almost emptied his inadequate energy. He fell asleep as soon as he lay on the sofa during the break, and his head was so dizzy that he didn't want to open it at all. Open your eyes.
"Zi Heng," Xiao Luo turned around to ask for help from Zhou Zi Heng, "Xi Qing doesn't seem to think about it..."
Taking a look at Xia Xiqing's back on the sofa, Zhou Ziheng sighed, "Go and call a makeup artist for me first. I guess I will have to touch up my makeup later." Just when Ronaldinho was about to leave, Zhou Ziheng said again. "By the way, bring me a glass of water again, thanks."
Seeing Xiao Luo walking away, Zhou Ziheng sat on the sofa where Xia Xiqing was lying, reached out his hand and touched his shoulder, "Hey, get up." Xia Xiqing buried his head in the cushion and hummed dully. He moved his shoulders, and fell asleep on his own with a resolutely uncooperative appearance.
No way, Zhou Ziheng had to grab one of his arms and tried to pull him up. As soon as he pulled him up a little bit, he heard Xia Xiqing with half-closed eyes and frowned scolding him in a calm voice, "Fuck, I'm so annoying. "He stretched out his hand to push Zhou Ziheng away, but Zhou Ziheng held his wrist backwards. After all, he was half-dream and half-awake, and Xia Xiqing could hardly struggle.
"You have to get up if you're bored." Zhou Ziheng pulled him up and sat up. Xia Xiqing, whose hair was covering her face, seemed to be enveloped by low air pressure. His elbows rested on the cushions, and his pale palms supported his groggy head.
How does it feel that he is quite uncomfortable.
"Does it have a headache...?" Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand to remove his hair, but Xia Xiqing frowned and avoided.
The way he looks now, he really looks like a grumpy cat. Zhou Ziheng thought.
It was so tired that Xia Xiqing didn't want to say a word. The whole person was still on the verge of half-dreaming and half-waking, top-heavy, and it seemed that the next moment he would fall to a deep and deep place.
Zhou Ziheng’s voice is getting farther and farther away, as if it’s coming from the sky
sleepy.
"How do I feel about you..." Halfway through the conversation, Xia Xiqing, who had just been picked up by him and sat cross-legged, fell asleep again and fell straight into Zhou Ziheng's arms.
"... Tired than me." Subconsciously finishing the unfinished words, Zhou Ziheng caught Xia Xiqing in a daze, and wrapped his hands around his shoulders naturally.
His head rested on his chest, and his slightly curled hair was soft and looked good to the touch.
In the noisy studio, everyone was anxious and rushed. Various voices filled the ears. Mysteriously, at this moment, Zhou Ziheng could almost hear Xia Xiqing's tired and steady breathing.
Mixed with his pounding heartbeat.
What's wrong
"Self-Heng."
The subconscious imagination was interrupted. Zhou Ziheng immediately helped Xia Xiqing up. The action was too fast. Xia Xiqing woke up suddenly and opened his eyes dissatisfied.
Zhou Ziheng coughed, stood up unnaturally and said to the makeup artist behind Xiao Luo, "Well, he just slept, maybe he needs to touch up his makeup, it's troublesome."
Ronaldinho was holding a cup of coffee in his hand, holding it with the other hand for fear of touching it, "Self-Heng, this..."
Zhou Ziheng smelled the aroma of coffee, frowned and looked at Ronaldinho with dissatisfaction, "Did I just say I want coffee?"
"You said you want water, I saw there is a coffee machine there, so I helped you get it. Drink it now and it's still hot." On Ronaldinho's face was an expression of whether I was very witty and quick to compliment me.
Zhou Ziheng sighed and took the coffee. He was thinking that Xia Xi should drink some water when he wakes up. Who knew that Ronaldinho poured him coffee on his own terms. I glanced at my watch, it was almost ten o'clock, can I still sleep with coffee
"Don't you drink Ziheng?"
Seeing Ronaldinho’s puzzled expression, Zhou Ziheng had to drink the coffee by himself, frowned and handed him the cup, “It’s so bitter. If you help me get a glass of water, I’ll have to boil it for nothing.”
"Oh." Ronaldinho took the cup with a confused look and walked away. Zhou Ziheng turned his head and saw Xia Xiqing raising his head on the sofa, closing his eyes and letting the makeup artist make up his hair and makeup for him.
"Xi Qing, your skin is so good, why is it so good to stay up late?"
Xia Xiqing closed his eyes and laughed, and then smiled wearily, "Really? It's okay."
"Zi Heng's skin is also very good," the makeup artist looked back at Zhou Zi Heng, who was standing next to him, "Zi Heng, I feel that your skin has been very good since you were young. I still remember when you were young, someone said that you grew up. Can, haha, who knows the longer the more handsome."
Xia Xiqing, who leaned back on the sofa, opened his eyes and saw Zhou Ziheng standing there, thinking that he had been arguing for sleeping just now, so he grabbed a small cushion on the sofa and threw it at Zhou Ziheng.
Very naive.
Zhou Ziheng caught it all at once, tilted his head, and cast a look at him, seeming to be asking him what he was doing.
Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows scornfully, his eyes rolled to one side.
"You two have a good relationship," the makeup artist smiled gossiping. "I heard that Xi Qing is a big fan of self-honoring. Wouldn't you like him when he was a child star?"
"No," Xia Xiqing laughed, his eyes bent into beautiful arcs, "I haven't seen the role he played when he was a child, and I don't know what he looked like when he was a child."
"Huh?" The makeup artist put away the toolbox and stood up, "You really are a fake fan."
Xia Xiqing couldn't help but curled up when he was right.
Suddenly, the pillow he had thrown over was thrown back straight again. Xia Xiqing swiftly reached out to catch it, and put his hands on his chest. Zhou Ziheng's eyes glanced away, and he put his hands into the pockets of his suit pants with a look of displeasure, turned and walked elsewhere.
It's really so fierce. Xia Xiqing smiled and put the cushion aside, patted twice with his hand again, stood up and stretched.
Before the interview, the editor-in-chief called to notify the temporary arrangement of another set of cover shots, and the two versions of the cover were released together, so they could only temporarily remodel it.
"Has Xi Qing not worked so hard yet?" Shane smiled and tore off the special effect "wound" on his face.
"Fortunately, I used to stay up all night when doing homework." Xia Xiqing squeezed his neck, watched Ronaldo walk towards him, and handed him a glass of water, "Thank you, so sweet. I happen to be very thirsty."
Xiao Luo smiled embarrassedly, and was about to say that Ziheng asked him to bring it. Turning his head to see Ziheng winking at him, he had to shut up and smile, unnaturally grabbing the hair stubble.
The new look continues the gloomy Gothic style of the previous one. The stylist gave Xia Xiqing a court-style white silk shirt with a lace-up bow tie. The slightly curly hair was tied into a half-ball head, leaving a strand of broken hair in front of his forehead.
The wound makeup on Xia Xiqing’s face was also removed and replaced with a more delicate and clean base makeup. The light eye makeup before was also discarded, and a black all-inclusive eyeliner was painted, and the dark brown eye shadow was used to faint the end of the eye. Pick up slightly along the shape of the peach blossom eyes.
"My God, Xi Qing, you are too suitable for heavy makeup." The makeup artist finally arranged his makeup, gently supporting his chin, and sitting in the mirror for the final check of the makeup. "It's really good-looking. Qing, then hire me as your exclusive makeup artist hahaha."
Xia Xiqing looked in the mirror. To be honest, he was very unaccustomed to this enchanting style makeup, so he could only smile.
He turned his head and found that Zhou Ziheng was also transforming. He replaced his previous turtleneck sweater and wore a black hooded jacket with a white low-necked inside. The hair that was blown up before was put down, and he made a hairstyle with side bangs, half-covered. His superior forehead, light makeup. The stylist put on the hat for him, and it looked like a mysterious youth in the mirror.
It is not the same style as the former ascetic murderer, but like a little wolf dog wandering outside.
After finishing the styling, Shane called out their makeup artist, "Lin Mo wants to discuss with you the overall styling of the second edition, and some props," she said hello to the two people sitting in front of the mirror. , "Si Heng Xiqing, you sit and rest first, and you will be shooting soon."
Xia Xiqing turned her head and smiled at Shane. The moment the door of the dressing room was brought on, the gentle and innocent smile on his face gradually faded, turning into a non-smiling expression. He stood up, took the drink prepared by the staff, took a sip, and walked casually to Zhou Ziheng, who was playing with his mobile phone.
Zhou Ziheng was bored, and opened Weibo to see what new melons could be eaten. When he opened the interface of his own trumpet, he was very guilty. Who knew that his face was suddenly pinched at this time. He was so frightened that he almost dropped the phone to the ground.
"what are you doing?"
Xia Xiqing's index finger and thumb were still pulling Zhou Ziheng's face, holding a drink in the other hand, biting the straw and replied vaguely, "It's nothing, I just want to know if you look so fierce, will your face be tough? ." His eyes curled up, "I didn't expect it to be quite soft."
Zhou Ziheng slapped his hand away irritably, unexpectedly Xia Xiqing grabbed his hand holding the phone, "Why were you so nervous just now, as if someone stepped on your tail," Xia Xiqing put his face to the side of Zhou Ziheng's. The voice became playful, "Are you looking at something indescribable?"
With a guilty conscience, Zhou Ziheng opened Xia Xiqing's hand and put the phone back in his pocket, pretending to spit out a few words coldly, and raised his eyes to look at him, "What does it have to do with you."
"Oh~" Xia Xiqing's tail was long, straightened up, walked to the dressing table, put down the drink, and turned to leaning on the table, "I almost forgot, we are self-honoring, but we are not surprised, and we have experienced many battles. what."
Can this stalk pass? Zhou Ziheng simply regretted his death. How idle and okay was he to stand up for this prostitute. He closed his hat irritably, and pretended not to see Xia Xiqing in a refusing to cooperate.
With an indifferent expression, Xia Xiqing turned his head to look at the scattered cosmetics on the dressing table.
"Hey, I have a question for you."
Zhou Ziheng still frowned and said impatiently, "What are you doing?"
Xia Xiqing stepped on the bar of Zhou Ziheng's chair with her feet, handed a black-packaged square cosmetic in front of Zhou Ziheng, and opened the lid with a slap, "Big star, you are put on makeup every day. You know the color number of this What?"
He glanced at the cosmetics in his hand. It was a square piece of pressed powder, flesh-pink, and it looked like blush. Zhou Ziheng glanced at him speechlessly, "How do I know?"
"You don't know, I'll tell you." Xia Xiqing stretched out her finger and wiped the blush, bent over and leaned over to the side of Zhou Ziheng's ear. The blushed fingers pushed away Zhou Ziheng's hood and pinched his. earlobe.
His voice contained a warm breath and a frivolous smile, together with the fleshy pink powder, under the gentle pressure, rubbed against Zhou Ziheng's earlobe.
The other hand grabbed Zhou Ziheng's belt badly and pulled it out.
"Deep throat."
Zhou Ziheng's heartbeat stagnated for a second, and when he reacted, he felt his whole body burnt hot. He pushed Xia Xiqing away. The perpetrator of the ruffian was dying happily and leaned on the dressing table and laughed.
"I really can't help teasing, kid." Looking at Zhou Ziheng who was frying, Xia Xiqing took a sip of the drink with satisfaction, smiled and bit the mouth of the straw, "This is punishment for you just waking me up."
"Are you unreasonable?" Zhou Ziheng stepped on the edge of the dressing table irritably.
Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, "What's the reason? I'm the reason." After saying that, he glanced at Zhou Ziheng's foot beside him, and when he was about to reach out, Zhou Ziheng saw through it and put his foot back.
"I'm so afraid of me." Xia Xiqing laughed, "Hey, do you want to know other cosmetics? I can tell you."
Zhou Ziheng covered his ears, got up from the chair and walked out.
Looking at this person's back, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing.
what.
This is too cute.
The re-shooting officially started, and all the staff were ready. Xia Xiqing, who completed the overall shape, walked to the studio. The layout inside remained unchanged, with the black background and the chair.
"Let’s change our mindset for the cover of the second edition. Xi Qing, you still sit in a chair, but this time it’s a little cooler." Lin Mo arranged for Xia Xiqing to sit on the burgundy upholstered chair before, and stretched out his hand to adjust his collar. , Smiled and said softly.
"Tap a little bit."
With Erlang's legs tilted, Xia Xiqing looked at him contemptuously, pressing the tip of his tongue impatiently against the inner wall of his mouth, and then sliding down the dentition.
Zhou Ziheng, who was being trimmed by the stylist, couldn't see Xia Xiqing's expression. He could only see Lin Mo bending close to Xia Xiqing's face from a distance.
"Ziheng, why are you frowning, did I just pull your hair?"
Zhou Ziheng immediately returned to his senses, "Oh no, nothing."
The makeup artist came over, "Ziheng, Lin Mo said that you need to draw a little wound on the corner of your mouth."
The re-shooting officially started. Different from the previous posture, Xia Xiqing sat on the chair with Erlang's legs tilted, with the elbow of his right hand resting on the armrest of the exquisite carved walnut chair, the back of the hand supporting the slightly raised chin, his posture was lazy, and his eyes were contemptuous.
Zhou Ziheng was sitting on the ground, leaning back on the chair, bending his left leg, stretching out his right leg, his head wearing a black hood lifted slightly, the wound at the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and his eyes were full of disdain.
The biggest difference from the previous version is that Zhou Ziheng’s slender neck is tied with a black leather belt, and the metal is firmly stuck to the side neck. The other end of the belt is held in his hand by Xia Xiqing sitting on the chair and is pulled tightly. , Like pulling one's own pet.
Murderers and victims, prisoners and perpetrators.
Black and white are reversed, and the situation is reversed.
The author has something to say: Actually, I just want to take a look at Nars's blush—Deep Throat (Deep Throat)
Xia Xiqing, if you do this to death, the little wolf dog that your family can't help but will fight back one day. 【Heavy and sincere