Are you trying to tease me [Entertainment]

"I think my request is actually very reasonable." Yu Fengqiao laughed.

"Little brother, you can't be too greedy." Ye Yuanxi felt her earlobe being rubbed by Yu Fengqiao, and smiled itchyly to avoid it.

"Choose me." After a while of silence, Yu Fengqiao continued to insist, "MV."

"My acting skills are pretty good." Yu Fengqiao said very confidently.

Ye Yuanxi cut his voice.

Who doesn't know that his acting skills are good.Seeing that it is possible to go home with Little Silver Bear in his arms, who can have the position to question his acting skills.

"Also." Seeing Ye Yuanxi's helpless and doting eyes, Yu Fengqiao continued to promote herself very firmly and sincerely, "If you choose me, it will be more conducive to the healthy development of society."

Ye Yuanxi, who had never heard Yu Fengqiao's nonsense, couldn't help but chuckle, and stared at him with a ghostly expression.

He held back for a long time, finally regained his normal expression, held back a smile and raised his hand to signal Yu Fengqiao, asking him to continue his performance.

"I'm not happy, so I won't eat." Yu Fengqiao also tried very hard to keep serious, but what she said was like talking nonsense with her eyes closed, "The new movie needs to gain weight, if I can't gain weight, I won't be selected I will be unhappy if I can’t choose Fangcuo. If Fangcuo is not happy, he will like to squeeze me. Then I will work outside every day, and you will work every day. No one will feed sugar to our CP fans. It’s easy to find someone else to fight .”

After Ye Yuanxi asked about Yu Fengqiao's previous condition that time, he has been paying close attention to his physical problems, cooking food for Yu Fengqiao in various ways, and managed to make him fatter.

The fact that Yu Fengqiao doesn't eat is Ye Yuanxi's Achilles' heel.

"Yu Fengqiao, why didn't I realize that you are so good at talking nonsense before?" Ye Yuanxi looked at Yu Fengqiao who was pretending to be calm, and sighed, holding his head and rubbing it.

The two of them were just leaning on the sofa casually, but now they moved forward, and couldn't sit still on the soft leather sofa after going back and forth, and fell down on the soft leather sofa together with a smile.

Ye Yuanxi was lying on his back, completely wrapped in Yu Fengqiao's arms, with only this person in front of his eyes.

His eyes are still the most beautiful blue-gray, with the distance of the sky and the depth of the sea, but now he can no longer find the melancholy that seemed to never disappear before.

He once wished this person to get what he wanted, only to find out later that the only wish he had for decades was himself.

What a heart-wrenching child.

Ye Yuanxi wished that the whole world could pamper him.

"Written for me, let me take it." Yu Fengqiao looked deeply at Ye Yuanxi, "I will really work hard."

Who cares if you work hard or not.

Ye Yuanxi sighed, fell into his arms and surrendered: "I know, I know."

"However, do you have something to confess?"

Since Ye Yuanxi agreed, he couldn't fake it, so he immediately took his computer and prepared to reply to the email.Yu Fengqiao leaned behind him as a cushion, playing with Ye Yuanxi's fingers one after another, seemingly casually lifting them.

"Oh, who are you talking about?" Speaking of the MV, Ye Yuanxi naturally thought of the girl who stopped him in the company and said she wanted to chat privately, even though he couldn't even remember the name of the senior sister very clearly, "It's not like I didn't Are you going back?"

The next day after he went back, he received a WeChat message from that senior sister, saying that there was a very good dessert shop in the east of the city, and asked him if he wanted to try something new together.Ye Yuanxi opened the wechat to browse the information in the early morning when he was half asleep, half awake and dazed. Before he could finish reading a sentence, the screen was locked by Yu Fengqiao behind him.

Children are still very possessive.

It belongs to the "I won't say it, but I definitely have a way to make you feel wronged" kind of superb acting skills.

Every time this happens, Ye Yuanxi still only thinks that this person is so cute that even if it's the vinegar that Yu Fengqiao ate indiscriminately first.

After refuting the options given by the company one by one, Ye Yuanxi carefully read his reasons from the beginning to the end again, and felt that it should be quite appropriate, so he replied.

Yu Fengqiao, who succeeded, was happy in the room for a short time, and was soon dragged away by Fang Cuo.

Ye Yuanxi, who could still be an idler for the time being, was left in the room.He was afraid of causing trouble again when he went out, so he could only stay indoors. After wandering around for a couple of times, he was really bored, thinking that since he was fine, he simply took out the script of the micro-movie that he had printed out from the box.

According to Pan Min, this director named Fan Pei is actually quite well-known in the industry, and most of the films he shoots are themed on the elegy of the times, with profound meaning and mature expression techniques.The few films he produced won a lot of awards at home and abroad, but because most of the films he made were not mentioned in domestic theaters, his popularity is not too high.

But for this microfilm, Fan Pei negotiated a cooperation with a big video website very early on, planning to compete for awards while also thinking about opening up the domestic market.

Therefore, whether it is material selection or casting, everything is very cautious, sifting and sifting.

All other roles were settled after two or three rounds of auditions, with the exception of the leading role.

Fan Pei fell in love with Ye Yuanxi as the soul character at a glance.

He said that there are too many stories in Ye Yuanxi's eyes.

There are two simple words printed on the cover of the script, Promise.

This is the name of the main character in the play.

Ye Yuanxi sat at the table, feeling a little palpitating for no reason when he opened the script.

The story in the play is not long, it didn't take long for Ye Yuanxi to read the whole story.

In the turbulent era, the flames of war had already spread everywhere, and the flames of war spread all the way. Only the capital city was not affected, and the usual singing and dancing continued to be maintained.

A boy born in Liyuan, the capital city, grew up singing and singing.

At the age of 16, he was at the age of not knowing sorrow. He was wearing a green dress and frowned, preparing for his first stage appearance.

Outside the window of the Liyuan is still full of flowers, the young man looked at the image of a beautiful girl in the mirror, and he took it for granted that he could sing operas all his life until he was old.

On the day when he took the stage, the house was full of guests, and the nobles from all over the city gathered in the theater, waiting for this young man who was favored by the troupe master of the troupe as an eyeball to make his debut on stage.

But when he sang the first sentence, the gate of the capital was broken under three days of fierce fighting.

Soldiers broke into the city, officials and gentry fled in all directions, and the pear orchard, which was originally crowded, was instantly emptied.

All that was left was him in a fine attire, and the general standing in the middle of the ruins on a tall horse.

Someone beside the general was holding a torch, as if he wanted to burn this place of absurd pleasure.

"I haven't finished my play yet." The boy raised his head, his eyebrows were picturesque, and his crisp voice was like a lark lingering on the branches of apricot blossoms in April.

The general didn't speak, and didn't get off his horse. He just looked at him twice, turned around and left.

The troupe has survived, but the boy can no longer sing.

The fighting in the capital became more intense day by day, and the sound of gunfire rumbled outside all day long. The boy neatly folded his costumes and put them in the bottom layer of the box.

The troupe garden has become a temporary refuge for women and children, and the teenager has become a taciturn man who is busy all day long for everyone's meals.

Later, a cannon hit the pear garden, and the young man ran out protecting everyone, but his voice was ruined.

The next day, it rained heavily in the capital. Although the pear orchard was dilapidated, many people were still hidden.During the heavy rain that day, someone saw a heroic man with a murderous look walk into the opera garden.

No one knew what happened that day, but someone heard the man come out and asked the people in the room: "Are you still singing?"

For a long time, there was no answer there.

The boy hasn't said a word since then.

Later, the country was broken.

The same group of people came and went, but there were casualties and injuries, and there was no peace and harmony.

A general is still a general, responsible for guarding the capital and resisting invading foreign enemies.

On the night when the accident happened, the general was resting in the main barracks. Suddenly, he heard someone shouting outside.

He was inexplicably startled when he heard the sound of the water going out one after another.He got on his horse and galloped towards the place where the accident happened.

He saw that the pear garden was soaked in a sea of ​​flames.

There were constant gunshots inside, people shouting and cursing, and some languages ​​the general could not understand.

Only later did he know that it was the vanguard team that sneaked into the capital first from other places. They pretended to be refugees and hid in the boy's pear orchard.

Tonight is the day they agreed to raid the general's camp.

The young man arranged everything in silence, and finally changed into the costume he had debuted on stage a few years ago, and threw a torch in the pear garden where he grew up.

When the general came, he was standing on the pavilion.

A costume gleamed in the firelight, and the boy's eyebrows were picturesque, as if time had never flowed on him.

"You asked me at the time, if I still sing opera." He stood in a sea of ​​flames, calm and beautiful.

"Let me tell you now. My play is finished today. Thank you, Lord, for your kindness. If there is a destiny in the next life, I only hope to be able to meet you in the sea of ​​people from afar."

The crossbeam behind the young man collapsed after he finished speaking, pressing the man who had never bent down, lying straight backwards in the sea of ​​flames.

When the general was old, he recalled that his favorite actor was a mute. He never sang a play on stage, but he sang one in his whole life.

But at that time, everyone felt that he was just old and confused.

"It's a very ugly story." In the evening, Ye Yuanxi and Yu Fengqiao said, "It's not funny, it's not sensational, and there are no lines from the beginning to the end."

"But you like it very much." Yu Fengqiao said with her eyes closed while lying on Ye Yuanxi's lap.

From the time he came back, Ye Yuanxi's eyes never left the script for more than 2 minutes.

When talking to him, too, his mind wanders and his logic is disordered, which is a very typical absent-mindedness.

"Well, I like it very much." Ye Yuanxi also nodded, "But he plays a mute."

He was a little scared.

"Why did you say he picked me?" Ye Yuanxi rubbed the ends of Yu Fengqiao's hair nervously, "What should I do if I can't act well?"

"No." Yu Fengqiao opened his eyes, took Ye Yuanxi's hand and put it to his lips and kissed it lightly, "Everyone in the King Quan production team praises you."

"But it's a supporting role. Compared with the leading role, that role is placed in the outer ring." Acting is a field that Ye Yuanxi hasn't had much contact with, and he is rarely anxious, "And you are all in the royal power Take mine."

Although he also took a lot of lessons, he cooperated very well with several seniors in Wang Quan's crew, and everyone taught him everything, which made him at least touch the door of acting in a short period of time .

"Then, let me ask Fang..."

"No."

Ye Yuanxi immediately rejected Yu Fengqiao's proposal: "I'm not eight years old, so you have to take it with you every day. I'm a little anxious, you just pretend to comfort me."

"Pretend to comfort and comfort? Shouldn't you make substantive suggestions at this time?" Yu Fengqiao stood up with a smile, and stretched her legs to encircle Ye Yuanxi into her sphere of influence.

Ye Yuanxi felt the emotion in his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and slowly pushed the script in his hand away.

"Substance, quality, sex?" Ye Yuanxi raised his brows, his gaze shifted and he glanced down, his slender fingers pointed at Yu Fengqiao's pectoral muscles, and then went all the way down his waistline, "Then If you change it, I might like it better."

"What kind." Yu Fengqiao hooked her calf, directly hooked Ye Yuanxi into her arms, raised one corner of her lips, and smiled wickedly.

Behind Ye Yuanxi, one of his hands has sunk into the edge of the loose jeans, his posture is very dangerous, "Is this so?"

Ye Yuanxi lay on Yu Fengqiao's chest and abdomen, when she looked up, her pair of peach blossom eyes were full of temptation.

He licked his lips with a smile, and moved his waist to rub the person below his head: "It's not stupid."

The posture that night was actually taught to them by a girl who wrote about fanhumanities on Weibo.

Lying in front of the French window, Ye Yuanxi put one hand against the cold glass, raised his neck, and his breath formed a small circle on the glass.

In order to prevent Ye Yuanxi, who had completely given up resisting, from clinging to the overly cold floor-to-ceiling windows, Yu Fengqiao put one hand on his waist, clasping his tight belly.

If you ignore the blushing movement and just look at the upper body of the two people, this will probably be a very warm hugging picture.

"Little friend... Ha..." Ye Yuanxi couldn't even finish his sentence, and under the impact of the people behind him, his words became fragmented, "Waist, ah, what the hell...not bad."

The sweat from Yu Fengqiao's hair dripped onto Ye Yuanxi's shoulders, and a low-pitched laughter rang in Ye Yuanxi's ears. In the middle of the night, Ye Yuanxi felt that his body was on fire.

"Hurry up." He raised his neck and stretched his hand backwards to reach the person behind him, completely unaware of how sticky his voice had become, "Again..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was hit by Yu Fengqiao again with great force, almost knocking her out of her mind.

"The young man's service is good." In the early morning of the next day, Ye Yuanxi was lying on the soft pillow, with only one eye exposed on the side of his head, and his hair was messily scattered on his forehead. Yu Fengqiao, "Master will definitely order you back next time."

Because he had to play the piano, Ye Yuanxi's nails were kept very short, usually without leaving any traces, but the battle last night was really fierce, Yu Fengqiao still had two bloody marks on his butterfly bones.

Standing naked by the window with a cup of tea in his hand, Yu Fengqiao heard Ye Yuanxi wake up, turned around and smiled at him.

The golden morning light outside penetrated through the gaps in the curtains, and fell on the soft light coffee-colored carpet, illuminating Yu Fengqiao's somewhat pale insteps.

A man with a stretched posture is like a good pictorial.

"Pan Min and Zeng Yan landed at noon." Seeing that he was awake, Yu Fengqiao casually put on the shirt on the chair, sat on the edge of the bed and pressed a good morning kiss on Ye Yuanxi's forehead, "I I just answered the phone for you."

"Yes, I know." Ye Yuanxi hooked Yu Fengqiao's neck and sat up, but soon leaned into the arms of the person in front, "I have to go to Ann's place."

"Yeah." Yu Fengqiao let Ye Yuanxi's hand brush irregularly on his abdominal muscles, "Then will you watch the awards ceremony tomorrow night?"

"It depends." Ye Yuanxi circled Yu Fengqiao's neck, tilted her head and smiled, "Do you want me to watch?"

Yu Fengqiao raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders, and stared at Ye Yuanxi with wide eyes for a while, then both of them smiled.

"Don't be nervous." Ye Yuanxi patted him on the shoulder generously, "I won't dislike you if you don't win the prize."

The competition this time is actually very fierce.

Yu Fengqiao, as the youngest nominee, was asserted that the chances of winning the award were actually slim.

He plays a young man lost in the jazz age, amidst the sensuality, a young man in the bustling center but seems to be out of the era.

In the film, whether it is his struggle or his loss in the bustling, the emotional fluctuations are very small, and everything seems to be unspoken, and everyone understands with a look.

It is a very typical Yu Fengqiao performance.

Just because of this person, the box office of this movie is not far behind among the popcorn blockbusters released at the same time, creating a box office miracle for literary films.

But despite this, Yu Fengqiao still seemed too thin among the older finalists with deeper foundations and more pleasing themes.

Even Fang Cuo said that this is probably just a visit.

"Come." Ye Yuanxi beckoned to Yu Fengqiao who was walking away, "Come here."

The shirt on Yu Fengqiao's body has been buttoned up, and two buttons are left to reveal the delicate collarbone and large chest, which looks a little pale and empty, which is the sickly and high-end sense that is very much pursued recently.

"Brother, give you a talisman." Saying that, Ye Yuanxi grabbed Yu Fengqiao's neck, forced him to bend down, and sucked a red mark on his collarbone.

Helping him cover up his shirt, Ye Yuanxi smiled and patted: "I will definitely bless you."

"Did you do something to Yu Fengqiao again?"

While waiting at the airport, Pan Min looked at the information displayed on his phone and asked Ye Yuanxi helplessly.

"No." Ye Yuanxi shook his head quickly, "How can it be?"

Pan Min glanced at him suspiciously, obviously not believing: "Really."

"Yes." Ye Yuanxi was sitting upright leaning on a chair, asking Zeng Yan to record a video for him to explain why he was absent from the recording of "Your Voice", and now he took the time to turn his head sincerely, "I What can such a kind person do?"

Pan Min lowered his head again, looking at the various emoji packs of collapse and despair trying to die that Fang Cuo kept sending, he didn't reply, and just silently clicked to save.

"Hi everyone, I'm Ye Yuanxi." The person on the screen was wearing a large T-shirt and cardigan, and when he was sitting slumped down, he slid halfway along his shoulders, revealing a section of his collarbone, "Because of some schedule It is a pity that I cannot participate in the recording of this program. But my partners should have made sufficient preparations and will bring you a very good performance. Everyone must remember to watch this program. We are with you. mwah."

As he spoke, he still seemed unaccustomed to such lines, and after being forced to compare his mind, he smiled and turned his face away.

Zeng Yan read it twice, from the beginning to the end, his actions were not blunt and his words were very polite. He quickly posted it on Weibo for Ye Yuanxi, and also @官博.

It's just that he thinks it's okay, but it doesn't mean that those fans who are willing to study every inch of Ye Yuanxi's body think it's okay.

——Did I read it wrong?What is that red spot on the back of Xiao Ye Zi's neck?

——Cupping?

——The red mark on the back of the neck is thought-provoking.

——Is it because the ecological environment of the place where you live is too good?It's winter and there are mosquitoes?

——Upstairs, the mosquito is probably not surnamed Yu. In this location, ordinary mosquitoes cannot bite

——Hey hey hey hey, sisters, have you seen Mr. Yu who is tightly wrapped up next door?Someone picked it up, and I heard from the clothing team that today's group of photos is a temporary change of clothes.

——I’m still a child, why did Sen treat me like this?

"Show me!" After boarding the plane, Pan Min held Ye Yuanxi by the collar and pressed him on the seat, "Yu Fengqiao, what a piece of trash!"

Ye Yuanxi actually didn't know that such a thing could happen. The mark was probably sucked out last night. At that time, he didn't even know how to care about the nape of his neck. Now he can only He obediently was scolded by Pan Min who held him beside his seat.

After defending Yu Fengqiao in a low voice, but in exchange for Pan Min's huge roll of eyes, Ye Yuanxi wisely chose to shut up, and could only watch helplessly as Pan Min put out the emoticons that he had just saved in the morning one by one. It was also given to Fangcuo on the opposite side.

At the end, I also added a sentence "Take care of your family! Is it a dog!"

Not to be outdone over there, "You are the one! Hold tight, please! Is it a bat!"

If it weren't for the fact that the managers of both sides were too busy, and one was still on the plane that was about to take off, the scolding battle probably wouldn't have ended so easily with an uncivilized expression.

"After landing later, go to have a meeting with Pat first, then go back to the hotel to get some rest, and then go directly to see Ann." Pan Min and Ye Yuanxi calmed down and ordered, "Actually, there is no need to be so anxious, if ..."

"Hey, it's okay." Ye Yuanxi waved his hand, "I'll just sleep on the plane."

"Whatever you want." Pan Min shrugged, "Remember to wear a hat when you get off the plane later, and don't give me another chance encounter. Ann hasn't written a word yet, if it is exposed in advance, you will probably be scolded There's not even a scum left."

"Do you want to eat swan meat?" Ye Yuanxi twirled the pen in his hand, speculating with a smile.

"Do you still want to be a tortoise in front of Ann?" Pan Min retorted, leaning on his seat with his eyes closed, "It's almost like a paramecium."

As a paramecium that has already eaten Yu Fengqiao's big swan, Ye Yuanxi smiled and said nothing, expressing that he has deep merit and fame.

And at this time, the other end.

"Is Ye Yuanxi really gone?" Fang Cuo, who had just finished scolding with Pan Min, put down his phone and asked Yu Fengqiao who was putting on makeup.

"What's so fake about this?" Yu Fengqiao smiled, "The date of cooperation with Pat was originally set near here, and he has never walked the show, so he probably needs a little special training before going to the Fu Lang brand press conference. Time, how can I stay here all the time.”

"I thought he was here to accompany you." Fang Cuo shrugged, "It will be your birthday in two days. I thought you two would spend it together."

"It's nothing." Yu Fengqiao closed her eyes and said in a relaxed tone, "I'm already very happy that he can accompany me these few days."

Most of the people around Yu Fengqiao already knew about their relationship, so he didn't have to hide anything, and he smiled naturally when he spoke.

The makeup artist looked at him like this and couldn't help laughing: "Take it away, this face is full of spring, no makeup is needed."

The images Yu Fengqiao created before are very distant, gentle and polite enough but always alienated.His stylist and costume designer are also accustomed to building him in this way, trying to perfect such a character setting.

But recently, this setting has begun to be a little inconsistent with me.

The kind of uncontrollable tenderness and secret joy that her little wish was fulfilled made Yu Fengqiao more and more alive.

"Don't worry about putting on makeup, otherwise you can help him cover up that thing on his collarbone first, it will be an eyesore." Fang Cuo signaled the makeup artist to look at the sudden red mark on Yu Fengqiao's collarbone, "Is there anything I can do about it?"

"There is a way, but I guess it won't cover it well with concealer." The makeup artist shook his head, "Let's change clothes."

"Then go to school in the afternoon, let's wear formal clothes." The other clothes are all new in early spring, and none of them can completely cover the traces of that dangerous position.

Yu Fengqiao had studied in this school for a long time when he was in college, and he was considered an honorary alumnus.When he came to participate in the film festival this time, he happened to meet an academic seminar. The host was a teacher of his back then. He sent him an invitation letter a few days ago, asking if he had time to attend the conference.

"This teacher, is it the one who wanted to marry his daughter to you before?" Fang Cuo knew something about Yu Fengqiao's college years, and joked with a smile, "It seems that I still miss you after all these years."

Yu Fengqiao looked at him helplessly.

"You two completed a very beautiful research at that time. What kind of couple are you known in the academic world?" Fang Cuo said more and more incoherently, "She will come this time, too?"

"Tell me, why did classmate Xiaoye leave at this juncture?"

The author has something to say: I'm not fooling you, it's really getting worse! [Writing an article for a year and a half, the most coded one time... Fainted

Thirty red envelopes!Let me finish posting!

I don't know if this time update can catch up with some children before they go back to school. I hope it can.