The mountain forest where "The Record of the Emperor" is located is remote, but it also has many advantages of being away from the city center.
Now the autumn is not too strong, the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain is still full of eucalyptus trees, if you get up early, you can still see the thin mist on the branches, which is quite eye-catching.
Appreciating the beautiful scenery seems to be the instinct of all animals. Ordinary animals stop and watch, while contemporary humans choose to record.
When I first arrived here, many people in the production team were taking pictures of the mountain tops. Li Zhiqing’s mobile phone also saved a lot of photos of the forest at sunrise, but You Chuan’s mobile phone contained only a few photos taken by Li Zhiqing. Poor little white wildflowers, the remaining 300 or so photos are all of Li Zhiqing's backs walking around the set.
Li Zhiqing simply flipped through the photos before realizing that You Chuan was absolutely truthful when he said that he was good-looking no matter what. He actually found that You Chuan still had a photo of him wearing that set of bruised makeup in the photo album of You Chuan's mobile phone.
It was dirty, ugly and bloody, and I felt uncomfortable looking at it.
However, You Chuan took no less than a hundred photos of him as if he had a beauty filter in his eyes, as if treating him like a treasure, and he didn't feel disgusted no matter how ugly he was.
There is a saying, "A son never dislikes his mother's ugliness", and in You Chuan's case, it may mean "A father never dislikes his son's ugliness".
Even if the "son" can't bear to look at his face too much, the "dad" still thinks happily: my "son" is so beautiful, my "son" is the most beautiful in the world.
Well, there are beautiful scenery everywhere, but he only has an ugly you in his eyes.
You Chuan didn't turn his neck around, but he kept sneaking glances at Li Zhiqing's reaction again and again.
He looked a bit guilty, like a brat who was worried that his parents would find out if he did something wrong.
Li Zhiqing restrained his facial expression, pretended to be indifferent and took a close-up of Feng Liangqiu's socks, and pretended to be careless, edited the photo into a multimedia message and sent it to his own number.
He appeared to be calm on the surface, but his heart was already full of anger and turmoil, and he kept bumping into the same sentence back and forth in his mind: It's over, he's probably going to be over.
This feeling of being finished almost lasted until the crew moved to the car of the film and television base in Jinjiang City next door.
After taking a nap for a while, everyone found some movies to pass the time. The shows were all classic old dramas from decades ago. Although the pictures were not as exquisite and clear as the current works, both the tension of the acting skills and the editing of the shots were very good. The only The shortcoming is probably that the post-processing was hindered by the technical conditions at the time.
This time Li Zhiqing didn't sit in front with Feng Liangqiu as he did when he came here, but took Feng Liangqiu's excuse that his feet would stink if he didn't wash his socks, and pulled You Chuan to the back of the carriage, and they went to sit together in the double seat by the window.
This TV series is a mythical theme, and there are many fairies in fluttering clothes, and there are also some scenes of battles between gods and demons.
Li Zhiqing looked at the LCD screen in front of him, leaned towards You Chuan, and asked him in a low voice: "Mr. You, for this fight scene, how much would you rate?"
In order to prevent the conversation from being heard by the people in the front and rear seats, Li Zhiqing deliberately put his mouth close to You Chuan's ear when speaking.
His breath is warm and warm, but You Chuan's skin is cold, and the contrast between hot and cold is obvious as soon as he covers it. In addition, the young man's voice is soft and smooth, and when the volume is lowered, it is like whispering on the pillow, and the ending is even coquettish. Seems cunning.
You Chuan's Adam's apple suddenly rolled slightly, and the right shoulder that was approached by Li Zhiqing softened.
He turned his head and looked over, his eyes flashed a subtle gleam in the darkness of the carriage, under the paint color it seemed to be rolling over raging waves that would destroy the world, he clearly wanted to take something away, to be more precise, he wanted to take something away. Who, swallow it alive with your mouth.
But the young man who had become the only prey on the list was still unconscious.
"You gods fight, isn't it similar to what they acted?"
No matter how good Li Zhiqing's eyesight was, it was only at the level of ordinary people.
At this time, the light was not clear, and he couldn't discern the subtle changes in the expression on You Chuan's face at all.
Seeing that You Chuan didn't answer, Li Zhiqing just thought that the other party didn't understand what he meant, and imitated the appearance of the gods in the play using magical weapons, BiuBiuBiu at the window a few times: "It's like this."
You Chuan's eyes flickered, and suddenly the corners of his lips curled up, and he smiled softly.
Strange to say, Mingming and Li Zhiqing were biuing and biuing towards the car window, but he still felt that the opponent had attacked his heart with one move, one hit was not considered the end, and he continued to exert force against the same place.
This kind of strength penetrated into the blood without transition, and then rolled rapidly along the veins, You Chuan actually felt that his body, which had always been only cool, became hot, and the strange impulse that had appeared several times before evolved into a small hand with soft fingertips. Slowly put the palm on his heart, hold it and grind it again and again, making him feel a mouth-drying wonderful power, eager to vent, but there is nowhere to vent.
This kind of conflict is not only torture, but also a kind of sweet enjoyment. During the confrontation between the two armies, You Chuan's eyes became brighter and brighter.
Unusually bright.
You Chuan sat upright, with his back straight, and his hands neatly resting on his knees. When he spoke, he rubbed his fingertips on his trousers restrainedly, and lowered the volume like Li Zhiqing did, his voice was hoarse than usual: "I don't know. .”
"What?" Li Zhiqing didn't hear clearly, moved closer to him, tilted his head and put his ears on it.
Li Zhiqing's skin was already fair, and his earlobes were dazzlingly white against the backdrop of that black hair. When the light from the screen in front of him shone over, a faint halo of light was directly cast on it, shining brightly like pearls.
You Chuan clenched his fingertips in his hand, squeezed it hard, and slowly moved closer: "I don't know."
As soon as his words came out, Li Zhiqing trembled.
He was ready to be breathed by You Chuan, but he didn't expect that You Chuan's breath would suddenly become warmer.
Li Zhiqing turned his head instinctively, trying to free his ears, but as soon as he turned his head, he met You Chuan's eyes at close range, and the tip of his nose almost touched.
At that moment, Li Zhiqing felt that his heart was going to fucking explode.
When people were overly shocked, they couldn't even do conditioned reflexes, Li Zhiqing stared at You Chuan with a stiff body, vaguely feeling that their breaths were glued together.
The first thought that popped into his mind was that a little further, he and You Chuan seemed to be able to kiss each other.
You Chuan was also taken aback for a moment, but he quickly came back to his senses, glanced down from the corner of his eye, and traced the shape of the other party's lips at a glance.
He didn't think about whether they would kiss each other a little further like Li Zhiqing did, he just wanted to bite his lips.
— Bite it down.
As soon as this thought came up, the owner of the lips retreated back.
Li Zhiqing stared at You Chuan in shock, his throat seemed to be tightly grasped by that hot breath, and he couldn't breathe smoothly for a while.
... It was too exciting, too exciting from the eighteenth generation of his ancestors, and he almost couldn't stand it at such a young age.
Li Zhiqing blinked and blinked in a daze, but he couldn't remember what the two of them said just now, so he said dryly: "... What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."
You Chuan didn't remember it all at once, he was silent for a few seconds and just about to speak, Li Zhiqing slapped his forehead: "Are you saying you don't know?"
No matter, nod first, it seems to mean this.
Seeing You Chuan nodded, Li Zhiqing finally regained the rhythm of the conversation: "No way, you are not in..." He paused, hesitated for a while, finally gritted his teeth and leaned over, and said softly, "Aren't you in the sky?" Live? Have you ever seen them use spells?"
Besides, You Chuan is an old god himself, so he should know what it looks like to use spells.
"I don't know." You Chuan replied.
"... I don't know or I haven't seen it before." Li Zhiqing said again.
You Chuan looked at him: "Maybe I have seen it, but I don't know."
Have seen but don't know
Li Zhiqing smiled: "If you've seen it, you've seen it. What kind of situation might you have seen?"
"I did not notice."
Li Zhiqing: "..."
This is a bit willful.
"Didn't notice...?" Li Zhiqing asked tentatively.
You Chuan said lightly, "Not interested."
Li Zhiqing: "..."
It can be said to be very capricious.
From this point of view, it is understandable that You Chuan can't remember other people's names. As long as he is not interested in it, he will not take it to heart even if the gods fight face to face. Tang Shunshi is lucky to have a surname recorded by You Chuan up.
Li Zhiqing felt a little flattered after expressing his feelings for Tang Shunshi, but You Chuan was able to tell his full name.
"Then you should remember what it's like to fight yourself, right?" Li Zhiqing's heart brightened, and even his tone of voice became beautiful.
You Chuan recalled a bit, then nodded.
It's been a long time since he had a good fight with anyone, or in other words, it's been a long time since no one dared to fight him.
Li Zhiqing became curious: "Do you also have fairy artifacts and artifacts?"
"No."
"Only using spells?" Li Zhiqing changed his words after finishing speaking, "... Immortal spells?"
"Need not."
"Then how do you fight?"
You Chuan didn't speak, just raised one hand, slowly gathered five fingers, and then squeezed hard.
Li Zhiqing looked at his hands: "... hand-to-hand combat?"
A little disappointed, he watched the dragons on TV calling the wind and rain and striking people with lightning.
"Um."
"Then if they hit you with a weapon, wouldn't it hurt you?" Li Zhiqing frowned.
You Chuan laughed: "No one has ever hit me with those." He paused, and added, "The ones who fight me are all hand-to-hand."
"None of them are magic weapons?" Li Zhiqing asked.
"No."
"why?"
You Chuan recalled it for a long time this time, as if he wanted to dig out a little less garbage from the garbage dump: "They are afraid of me."
Li Zhiqing: "..."
Emotional hand-to-hand combat is much better than magic.
Li Zhiqing still didn't understand the strength of hand-to-hand combat at the moment, but when he told Tang Shunshi this passage, Tang Shunshi directly laughed and scolded him as an idiot. Only then did he realize that the hand-to-hand combat he thought was completely different from the hand-to-hand combat You Chuan said.
To put it simply, ordinary gods beat flesh and bones, and ancient gods beat spirits. If anyone is seriously slapped by You Chuan, it will be completely useless. Even the six reincarnations are directly omitted. Only through death can one dare to overestimate an old god of this level.
The screen in front was playing the place where the fairy smiled and danced, Li Zhiqing stared at the front, cleared his throat and asked You Chuan: "Are all the little fairy daughters in the sky particularly beautiful?"
You Chuan replied without hesitation: "I don't know."
Li Zhiqing felt inexplicably refreshed, he liked this kind of questioning.
He was confused: "That's a fairy, don't you don't know what it means to be pretty."
"I know," You Chuan looked at him, "You are very good-looking."
Li Zhiqing met his gaze and looked over, pulled down the corner of his mouth that was about to fly up, and it took a lot of effort to put on a calm expression, but the corners of his eyes curled up uncontrollably.
You Chuan looked at his bright eyes that were suppressing a smile, smiled lightly, and emphasized it again: "Really."
The two of them sat side by side, their eyes met, and a bright light was lit in their hearts at the same time.
— There is a play.
The author has something to say: Li Zhiqing: I have to think hard about how to take this old guy down.
You Chuan: I feel like I know how to take my wife back slowly.
Husband and wife: happy~
I beg you to hurry up and get together, okay