"Desire. Hope for Life", the whole process is very-beep. After all, it was shot by a more unrestrained foreigner.
The words of "Butterfly Wings" are just some of the fragments, and for me the comparison—
"Can I not choose..." Song Xici turned his head to the side, begging to be spared, "I'll take you to eat delicious food in the future!"
Song Xici decided to use the trick of feeding to make the foodie Tang admit defeat.
"Also." Tang Youan nodded.
"Really?" Song Xici's eyes suddenly lit up. That guy finally figured it out and decided to compromise
"You don't have to, then you can teach me directly," Tang Youan glanced at the curtain, then turned to look at Song Xici, "I've been here for so long, Xici is always not allowed to do this. Even if I touch it, I am not allowed to touch it, and I also listen to it, but it makes it difficult for me to communicate with people often.”
"What's the difficulty..." Song Xici always felt that it was getting hotter and hotter, and wanted to take off her clothes.
"For example, when Xiaobao and the others discussed in private in the group what to do to make the other person feel comfortable in bed, I could only be silent. You said, how should I join the discussion?" Tang Youan asked slowly.
This topic is really over the top! When Song Xici heard these words, his face became like the sky in June, and the situation was unpredictable.
"Also, there was a joke last time. Someone asked me if I was attacking. I said, yes, I am the sun." Tang Youan raised his hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose, also helpless, "It is said that the person who wrote to us last time. This girl is only sixteen...how can I know nothing better than a sixteen-year-old child? Besides, I still have to film..."
In fact, what Tang Youan said was true, and he did not add fuel to it. Speaking of which, sometimes Zhao Zixi made jokes about her and Song Xici to her, and she couldn't even answer the call, so she could only pretend not to see, or switch to another topic.
But at this time, Song Xici was already about to hit the wall, and the burning feeling on his face covered another wave, and his body was stiff like a rock.
"Okay, don't talk about it, let's watch "Butterfly Wings"..." That's right, it's alright! Twenty-four episodes of this movie! The ghost knows which episode the mess is in, it's better than the whole embarrassment. Song Xici felt relieved when she thought about it.
Song Xi resigned, forked a piece of fruit and put it in his mouth, chewing, eating, and suddenly remembered that although there are only twenty-four episodes, the first scene of the first episode is super explosive. Thinking like this, she almost choked on the juice of the fruit.
She can only hope now that there are no TV dramas here. But in the next second, Song Xici was heartbroken, no, there is a TV series here!
After Tang Youan listened, he tilted his head and looked at her for a moment, and then he started to search for "Butterfly Wings" and clicked it.
Seeing "Butterfly Wing" being opened, Song Xici, who went to get the fruit wine again, was really choked this time, and he coughed until he couldn't stop.
"Are you okay?" Seeing this, Tang Youan hurriedly stretched out his hand and patted her back lightly.
"Alright, it's okay!" Song Xici replied with flushed cheeks as she continued to cough in extreme embarrassment.
"Slow down." Seeing that she didn't cough much, Tang Youan continued to cast his eyes on the curtain.
This film is not recent, but the shooting time is not particularly old, so when it first came out, the big guy was still shocked by her bold interpretation in it.
Even many snarky film critics commented on it with words like "the actor's appearance is no problem, the acting is no problem, the color composition is no problem, the story is rich in content, and the characters are three-dimensional".
Tang Youan took a sip of the fruit wine, rubbed his hands, and then his eyes were locked on the curtain.
I saw that after the three words "Episode 1" appeared and disappeared, and before the first scene was revealed, a woman's moaning sound was heard.
Immediately afterwards, the picture slowly unfolded, revealing a somewhat cramped room in front of people. The light was dim and the atmosphere was ambiguous. In the picture, another woman was lying on Song Xici's body, burying her head and kissing her neck, while Song Xici's chest was heaving and her slender arms were stretched out and wrapped around the woman's back. up, stroking it down a little bit, and grabbing it from time to time...
Seeing this, Tang Youan bit his lower lip lightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his brows frowned.
"Hey, Youan, look, this thief is so funny. He went to steal honey and was stung into a big bun!" Song Xici swallowed, then hurriedly picked up the phone to open it, and found a social news , hurriedly raised it in front of Tang Youan.
However, Tang Youan just glanced at her screen, and then cast her eyes on the screen again. This act of turning a blind eye left Song Xici alone in embarrassment.
The play wasn't over yet, and Song Xici bit his lower lip and made some fine noises from time to time. Tang Youan sat there, leaning forward slightly, his hands still held loosely in front of him, half of his hair hanging in the air, and his eyes were still as quiet as a pool of still water.
"Youan Youan, look, this dog is laughing so hard, he can't move when he sees what he eats..."
However, Tang Youan still ignored her.
"Hahaha! Do you see how many delicious things are here? How about I take you to eat there in a while?!" At this time, Song Xici found another Weibo account of a travel and food blogger, and put the picture Draw it out and hand it to Tang Youan.
When Tang Youan heard the words, she lowered her eyes and looked at her mobile phone again, and then she reached out her hand as if she was indifferent to the food, grabbed her mobile phone and pulled it down, and slowly turned her head to look at her: "When you were filming these, she kissed her. How did you feel when you were there?"
She squeezed her right hand with her left hand, and Tang Youan found that she was a little uncomfortable seeing Song Xici so cooperatively and skin-to-skin. It should be said, not just a little bit.
"No, I don't feel it..." Tang Youan held Song Xici's hand connected to the mobile phone, and his words became hesitant, "It's just for professional needs, how can you feel?"
It feels weird to be asked this.
"Really?" Tang You'an looked at her small earlobes, and her gaze followed the lines of her face to her neck.
"What else can I feel, of course I can't feel... She and I are friends..." Song Xi hurriedly pulled out his hand as he spoke.
"Are you and I also friends?" Tang Youan shook his empty hand, lowered it, and approached her again, approaching her ear.
She felt that Song Xici's perfume smelled very good today. Light and light, fragrant. At the same time, she also inadvertently found that her breathing seemed to have become much heavier.
"We..." Song Xici swallowed and turned his head to look at her, but facing the face that was so close at hand and looking into those beautiful eyes, his throat became difficult.
It's true, Song Xici has no feeling of raising a baby at all now.
No matter how slow she is, she can feel that as she grows up, Tang Youan is no longer the Tang Youan when she first came here. Moreover, the area of things that Tang Youan is curious about is expanding infinitely... She always feels that she can't control it...
The light in the room was dim, and the light from the screen and ambient light was refracted in Tang Youan's eyes, bringing out a feeling of water waves.
"Yes..." Song Xi clenched his hands tightly, for fear that Tang You'an would be speechless and die in the next second.
However, Tang Youan just smiled and didn't continue to say anything, then sat up straight and continued to watch.
Watched three episodes in one go. Since the show uses flashback mode, there are no scenes in the next three episodes.
So, after watching three episodes, Tang Youan heard Song Xici yawning beside him, and turned to ask, "Are you sleepy?"
"Well... I'm a little sleepy after playing all day." Song Xici stroked her neck and nodded.
"Then let's go home." Tang Youan said after listening.
"Oh, good." Song Xici nodded, then picked up the bag, then got up and walked out.
After the bill was settled, as soon as the two of them opened the door, a gust of cold wind rushed over, causing Song Xici to tremble.
"Is it cold?" Tang Youan asked.
"Cold, ghost weather..." Song Xici complained as he walked.
After Tang Youan heard it, he walked to Song Xici and stood still, took her hand, and then pulled it to his lips.
The fingers were haunted by Tang You'an's breath, Song Xici looked up at her, and her arms shrank.
Tang Youan rubbed her cold fingers with her fingertips and looked up at her: "Afraid of me?"
"Where..." Song Xi said goodbye.
After hearing this, Tang Youan silently pulled her hand down, held it to her chest, raised it to her lips and breathed, and then rubbed it: "I'm just afraid you're freezing."
"Oh..." Song Xici still didn't dare to look at her, "Thank you."
After getting into the car, the two headed towards the house.
When I got home, it was already a little late.
After changing the shoes, he put the key in the key box, and threw the bag aside. Then, Song Xici turned his head and asked, "I'm going to cook some milk now, can you drink it?"
"Drink." Tang Youan nodded.
"Well, then you go upstairs first, and I'll serve it up when I'm done cooking." Song Xici smiled.
"Okay." Tang Youan nodded. Inexplicably feeling a little tired.
Back in his room, he threw the dolls he bought today on the bed, turned the temperature up, Tang You'an closed the curtains, raised his hand to stroke his neck, frowned and twisted his head.
The phone vibrated, and there was a news about Bai Yunmo's sudden exposure to being married last week.
Anyway, it was boring, Tang Youan thought about it, and clicked on the news.
After clicking it, I saw that the editor was so excited as if he had won a million, saying "there is a kind of despair in the world called Bai Yunmo is married, but you are still single".
That is to say, no one expected, no one expected that Bai Yunmo, who had always insisted on not marrying, suddenly got married, indicating that nothing in the world is impossible. In addition, it is probably to describe what kind of character Bai Yunmo's husband is.
unmarriage...
Tang Youan suddenly remembered what Song Xici said about resolutely not falling in love, which was quite similar in meaning.
Suddenly, the scene of Song Xici and the woman in the play surfaced in his mind again.
Frowning, Tang Youan paced back and forth, picking up this ornament for a while to take a look, and then fiddling with that thing again, but all of them seemed absent-minded.
After a while, she took out the contract between them, pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at them one by one.
Can't interfere with each other's private life, can't bring bad influence to each other's life, don't have physical contact unless necessary, can't fall in love with each other...
At the same time, Tang Youan thought of the things Song Xici had warned her over and over again.
Suddenly feeling a bit of a headache, Tang Youan put the contract book on the table, raised his hand and slowly rubbed his forehead.
She didn't want to... Not at all, she wanted to go separate ways with Song Xi when the time was up. I also don't want to do things like that in the play with other people if Song Xici figured out that he is in love with someone else in the future.
Putting his hands in his hair, Tang Youan read the contract for a while, then looked at the door, and finally lowered his hand and picked it up again. Then, his hands slowly moved to a corner, and then wrapped little by little.
Finally, after she wrapped the contract into a long strip, Tang Youan looked at it for a while, then dragged the ashtray from a distance and picked up a rust-colored lighter.
After pulling out the lighter with his right hand for a while, Tang You'an put one end of the contract above the ashtray, and then pressed the lighter. A pinch of flame rose instantly, wrapping the long contract.
Watching the white paper gradually turn gray and black, waiting for it to burn to the end, Tang Youan shook his hand, threw it into the ashtray, put down the lighter, and clapped his hands.
"I'm sorry." When the fire burned out, Tang Youan rested his elbows on the table, folded his hands and gently pressed against his forehead.
At this moment, the door was knocked.
"Come in." Tang Youan put down his hands and turned his head.
"I put the milk here for you. After drinking it, pack up and go to bed early." Song Xici pointed to the milk on the head of the bed and scratched her head again.
"Well." Tang Youan nodded.
"Wait a minute." Then, when Song Xici was about to go out and returned to his room, Tang Youan stood up again.
"Huh?" Song Xi looked at her puzzled, then stood there obediently and waited.
Tang Youan lowered his head and looked down at the ground, then walked to Song Xici step by step.
Obviously Tang Youan didn't do anything, but Song Xici instantly seemed a little panicked.
"We," Tang You'an looked at the shredded rays of light folded from her earrings and breathed slowly, "if we want to play butterfly wings in the future, do we have to do things like you and your friends to each other? "
"Yeah, so what... Anyway, it's just acting..." How else could she answer? !
"It's just acting..." Tang Youan chewed on these words, and got closer to her, "Since that's the case, why didn't you act with me well last time?"
"I didn't, I was just at the time, maybe it was because it happened suddenly, so I couldn't react." Song Xici defended vigorously.
"So? What if I want you to play with me now?" Tang Youan looked straight at her.
"What are you talking about..." Song Xici now had fine sweat dripping from her back and forehead, as if she was scorched by fire.
"You can't tell me that I don't understand anything, and I can't make a fool of yourself at that time, and you can't make it impossible for you to act naturally every time you meet me," Tang Youan looked at her, "Xi Ci, am I right?"
Song Xici found that Tang Youan had no way to refute what Tang Youan said. Because it all sounds reasonable.
"Huh?" Tang Youan raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Yes, in short, what you said is right!" Song Xici didn't know what he was doing, so he nodded.
So, after finishing speaking, Song Xici hurriedly prepared to apply oil on the soles of his feet and ran into his house.
However, at this moment, Tang Youan suddenly stretched out an arm and held it against the door frame, blocking her way in time.
"What are you... what are you trying to do?" Song Xici leaned back and looked at Tang Youan in front of him.
"I just want you to teach me how to act." Tang Youan leaned over and said in her ear.
"Hey..." Under the interference of Tang You'an's breath, a small lump appeared on Song Xici's body again, and his voice was a little unstable. In a panic, she turned her face away, then stretched out her hand and gently placed it on Tang Youan's shoulder, "What, what drama..."
"That kind of drama." Tang Youan's lips and teeth were slightly parted, and after speaking in her ear, he looked at her brows and eyes closely.
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