The third intimacy scene in the film.
In the evening, the electric water heater on the second floor of Fang Jianyuan's house failed. Fang's mother told Fang Jianyuan to boil hot water for a bath. Don't be lazy to wash cold water.
Fang Jianyuan took a basin with towels and soap, and ran to the third floor to borrow the bathroom in Yu Haiyang's room. At that time, Yu Haiyang had not returned from get off work.
During the play, He Zheng told Xia Xingcheng: "After you enter the room, take off your clothes, take off only a pair of underwear, grab the basin and run into the bathroom."
This is a very large scale of exposure in Xia Xingcheng's filming.
He took the script and asked He Zheng earnestly, "Aren't I closing the door?"
He Zheng said: "Just take it with you, you don't need to close it tightly."
The first official shooting began. Xia Xingcheng walked in from outside the door with a basin, put the basin at his feet, and then began to undress.
He was wearing only a camisole and baggy cotton shorts, with a pair of light grey briefs underneath. He grabbed the hem of the vest with his fingers, raised his hand and took it off from the top of his head, and threw it on the bed next to him. He picked up the basin on the ground and stepped into the bathroom with his slippers.
Before the filming started, he worked hard to lose weight, and during the filming, he was sweating every day in the high-temperature studio. Xia Xingcheng's figure had become thin when viewed from the side.
During the shooting, so many staff members were watching, including many young girls. He was not at all uncomfortable. Only thinking of Yang Youming watching, he felt a little embarrassed.
This undressing scene seems to have been shot three or four times from different cameras before it ends.
"I want to take a full nude shot of you from the side. You won't be photographed in front, and if You Ming blocks you in the back, you won't be photographed by the camera. Can you accept it?" He Zheng asked Xia Xingcheng.
Xia Xingcheng didn't think much about it, he said, "Yes." Up to now, he fully believes that He Zheng is a responsible director who is full of affection for his works. As long as it is not too embarrassing, he and Zheng's requirements will be met. Yang Youming usually tries his best to cooperate.
The director asked to clear the scene ahead of time.
Xia Xingcheng wrapped a towel around his waist, took off his underwear, and stood in front of the camera.
Yang Youming didn't need to take off his clothes yet. He was wearing Yu Haiyang's usual white shirt and suit trousers. The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up and his neckline was open.
He Zheng told Yang Youming: "You don't take off your clothes, just go in and hug him from behind. Pay attention to the angle then."
Xia Xingcheng asked He Zheng: "Do I need to struggle?" The narrative of the movie is always jumping. At this time, Fang Jianyuan is definitely not as repulsive to close contact with Yu Haiyang as before.
He Zheng thought about it for a while, and he asked Xia Xingcheng in turn, "What do you think?"
Xia Xingcheng hesitated a little: "It should be, after all, he has always been that kind of character."
He Zheng patted him on the shoulder, "If you think you will, then you will."
The character Fang Jianyuan has completely lived under Xia Xingcheng's interpretation.
They were looking for an angle in front of the camera lens. Yang Youming hugged Xia Xingcheng from behind, with one arm around his waist and the other in front of his chest. The two were close to each other.
Xia Xingcheng's body was only left with the bath towel around his waist, and his body was slightly cold, while Yang Youming's body carried the heat of summer.
He Zheng stared at the monitor: "Don't continue to go this way, yes, and Xingcheng, you can stick to the back, okay, that's it. Let's take a formal shot."
Yang Youming let go of Xia Xingcheng's back, and then they were about to start the official shooting.
Xia Xingcheng turned his back to the camera, closed his eyes to relax his nervousness, and stretched out his hand to pull the towel off his waist and threw it aside.
As soon as the shower was turned on and hot water rushed out from the nozzle, the tiles and mirrors in the bathroom were covered in mist. Xia Xingcheng stood under the water column, lowered his head and closed his eyes involuntarily. He listened only to the sound of water. There are no other voices.
He began to scrub his body in water.
Unlike Fang Jianyuan, who was devoted to taking a bath, Xia Xingcheng knew that Yang Youming would come in next, and would hug and kiss him from behind. It was difficult for him to calm down and he could only wait nervously.
But the sound of the water was too loud, or Yang Youming's footsteps were too soft, and when Xia Xingcheng couldn't hear the sound, he was completely hugged from behind, and a deep kiss fell on his shoulder.
He exclaimed.
Yang Youming's voice sounded, and he couldn't hear it clearly through the sound of the water. He said, "It's me, don't call, be careful your mother heard it."
Xia Xingcheng was being held, his body was soaked with water and very slippery, he could feel that Yang Youming's hand couldn't hold him as tightly as he had just tried the angle, but his palm was attached to his skin and slid.
His heart beat violently, and he suppressed his voice and said, "Let go of me." It was not a very firm voice, like a lover's coquetry.
"Okay," Yang Youming used his low voice to coax him, but he didn't let go of his hand. The hand that hugged his waist pressed down on his lower abdomen, so that his body was completely attached to himself.
Xia Xingcheng felt that Yang Youming's clothes were soaking wet, he was still struggling, and his body was a little unclear under the wash of the water column. Maybe he could not completely avoid the camera, but he couldn't care about it.
Yang Youming grabbed Xia Xingcheng's wrist, pulled him to face him, then pressed him against the bathroom tile and kissed him.
Xia Xingcheng was so obedient that he raised his hand and hugged Yang Youming's neck.
The play ends here.
After He Zheng called to stop, the first thing Yang Youming did was to reach out to turn off the water in the shower, and the second thing was to grab the towel that Xia Xingcheng had thrown beside him, and help him wrap it around his waist.
During this process, Yang Youming kept blocking Xia Xingcheng's face. Even though the camera had stopped, he still completely blocked other people's sight.
Xia Xingcheng's hair kept dripping down, and as soon as he tried to speak, he was choked by the water and coughed.
Yang Youming took another dry bath towel, put it on Xia Xingcheng's head, helped him wipe the water off his face and ears, patted his shoulder, and asked him to rest beside him.