After the first shooting, He Zheng did not say whether to shoot again.
Xia Xingcheng lowered his head, bent over and sat in the corner, with a large towel draped over his back. In fact, the temperature in the studio was so high, and he was sweating all over his body, so he didn't need this thing, but he just wanted to wrap himself in something, otherwise the empty air around him would make him uncomfortable.
He looked at Yang Youming out of the corner of his eyes, and saw that he was sitting also quietly, without saying a word, the expression on his face was very calm, as if there was no emotion at all.
The body's reaction, if you don't care about it, it will gradually calm down. There is only that kind of emptiness in your heart. No matter how long you sit here and wait, I'm afraid you won't be able to recover by yourself.
He Zheng is debugging the lighting and camera orientation, and it seems that he will take some more shots.
The staff who cleared the venue just now came back. The makeup artist started to touch up Xia Xingcheng and Yang Youming. The staff in charge of props brought a wooden board over and filled the fourth side of the cubicle. The camera was raised, and the lens Shot from above the compartment aimed inside.
When Xia Xingcheng and Yang Youming were alone in a closed space, the sense of reality became stronger.
Xia Xingcheng hadn't come out of the mood of the last scene at all. Even though the filming had not officially started, his eyes were already fixed on Yang Youming's lips, vaguely looking forward to kissing him again.
Yang Youming raised his hand and touched his neck as if to soothe him, and asked He Zheng loudly, "Do you want to come here in full?"
He Zheng said: "No need, make up some shots. Just now Xingcheng has a head-up motion which is very good. You can look directly at the camera later."
Xia Xingcheng nodded. After a while, he realized that He Zheng could only see him from the surveillance screen, and then said, "Okay." When he was about to speak, he realized that his voice was hoarse.
Yang Youming looked into his eyes and suddenly said, "Wait a minute." He pushed open the door of the compartment and went out, took a bottle of water from outside, and unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to Xia Xingcheng.
Xia Xingcheng took it and took a sip. When returning it to Yang Youming, he whispered, "Thank you."
The shooting officially started. When Yang Youming kissed Xia Xingcheng's neck, he raised his head and stared directly at the camera lens above his head, his cheeks were hot, his lips were slightly open and he exhaled a hot breath.
For a long time later, Xia Xingcheng never dared to look at himself in the camera at that time, or even to watch this movie. It wasn't until a long time later that Yang Youming sat beside him and watched with him. He didn't know that the head-up shot in the toilet. His eyes were full of love and lust. At that time, as an actor, he couldn't do anything about it. from the show.
On the day Fang's mother recovered and was discharged from the hospital, Yu Haiyang said that he came to cook to cook a meal for Fang Jianyuan and his mother.
In fact, Fang's mother still has a lot of things to avoid. She can only eat light food, and she felt uncomfortable after sitting in the kitchen for a while, so she went upstairs first. Before going upstairs, she asked Fang Jianyuan to eat when she called she.
Yu Haiyang said, "Don't bother you to come down again. I'll let Xiaoyuan bring it up to you later, and eat it in the room."
Fang's mother said quickly, "I'm so embarrassed, I've worked hard for you, I must come down to eat together."
Yu Haiyang smiled, "I've caused you a lot of trouble for so long, and I've spent a lot of time eating meals. Sister, if you want to be polite with me, it's a little unreasonable."
Fang's mother then smiled and said, "Okay, I won't be polite to you. Xiaoyu, don't do too much, and Xiaoyuan and you are afraid that you won't be able to finish it."
Yu Haiyang said, "Xiao Yuan has a long body, so he can finish it."
Fang Jianyuan couldn't help but glared at him. Seeing Fang's mother standing up and walking outside, he quickly followed over to support her.
When he helped his mother upstairs, Fang Jianyuan ran down the first floor briskly and returned to the kitchen.
Yu Haiyang was putting the cut white radish into the steaming pot, which was specially made for Fang's mother, and then gently stirred the contents of the pot with a spoon.
Fang Jianyuan walked over, hugged his waist from behind, and put his head on his back.
Yu Haiyang turned on the gas stove a little higher, wiped his hands on the apron, turned around and hugged Fang Jianyuan, sat on the dining table in the middle of the room, and said, "You can have dinner in a while. ."
After speaking, Yu Haiyang turned to go back to the stove.
Fang Jianyuan couldn't help but hooked his leg with his foot. When Yu Haiyang turned around, he pretended to look up at the ceiling of the room, only to find that the ceiling near the gas stove had been blackened by oil smoke.
Yu Haiyang smiled and opened his arms to hug him, kissed his lips tenderly, then put his hands on both sides of his body, looked at him and said, "You won't let me cook, what will your mother eat later?"
Fang Jianyuan said, "My mother can't cook recently, what should I do?"
When Yu Haiyang laughed, the corners of his eyes were slightly bent, and he said, "Can I make it for you every day? Every day when I get off work, I will run back to cook for you first, and tell me what you want to eat the night before. ."
Fang Jianyuan clasped the fingers of his left hand with his right hand, lowered his head and said, "You have so many entertainments."
Hearing this, Yu Haiyang pretended to sigh and said in distress, "Yeah." But soon he said to the other party, "But nothing is important to my baby. What should I do if I'm starving?"
Fang Jianyuan couldn't help but laugh.
Yu Haiyang kissed the corner of his mouth: "Okay, uncle is going to cook for you."
Fang Jianyuan looked at his busy back when he went back to the stove, and said, "Who is uncle? You are only fourteen years older than me."
Yu Haiyang saw that the soup in the pot was boiling, so he turned off the gas, picked up the plastic bucket of rapeseed oil and poured oil into the frying pan, and said at the same time: "I call your mother sister, what do you call my uncle? Oh, you can also call me uncle."
Fang Jianyuan laughed: "Think beautifully! Don't take advantage of me!"