Changxia Shaoman

The sunny warm air rushes in through the half-opened windows, carrying half of the setting sun, and casting a small imprint on the floor.

Wu An lowered his head, sitting on the ground casually, with a row of paints in hand, and was putting the final colors on the painting on hand.

Mother Wu called him to eat.

Shanghainese dialect is always very interesting, whimsical, with a strong sharp tone, and a string of dialects can change several tunes for you.

Wu An responded without moving, his hands were steady, and he continued to paint.

After a while, Wu Ting knocked on the door and called him to get up to eat.

Wu An still responded and did not move.

Holding a bowl of rice, Wu Ting rolled her eyes, and said to Wu's mother, don't count on it, our family is going to produce a great painter, the kind who doesn't eat and only paints.

Wu An bit the paintbrush, stretched his arms to hook the plate of blue paint, pulled it closer, and then adjusted the color.

He looks lazily, with his hair covered, revealing a smooth forehead and good eyebrows, sharp facial features, and bright red lips, but the long hair around his shoulders is softer for no reason, as if blurred There is only a hazy sense of handsomeness in the facial features.

It wasn't until the last stroke was finished that he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the canvas with his chin resting, put down the brush in satisfaction, and stood up to open the door.

Wu Ting was standing at the door, her mouth pouted, holding a bowl of food.

He paused, looked at Wu Ting, his eyes were a little weird, but he still took it, walked back into the room, and asked her at the same time, what's the matter?

Wu Ting is two years older than him, and usually very arrogant. They fought since childhood, and Wu's mother usually protected Wu An, because he was young and had two drawing hands. The teachers in the art class said that he would be able to have Big promise.Wu Ting is gentle and obedient outside, speaks fluent Mandarin, and clearly pronounces words. She has been the host of the school radio station before.But at home, she is an indomitable female overlord. She slurred in neat Shanghai dialect like a knife and arrow. Wu An automatically blocked after listening to a few sentences, and only listened to a few key words.

Wu Ting finally asked with anticipation, can you take me to meet next time?

Wu An sat on the bed, ate quietly, lowered his head and couldn't see clearly, and said after a while, okay.

Wu Ting ran out happily, and helped him close the door by the way.

The imprint of the setting sun changed places, and the color became darker.

Xu Zhizhen squatted next to the director to watch the camera.

He was filming solo scenes in Group B, and Xie Bei is still filming in Group A, and the youthful scenes are not over yet.

What Zhong Kexin meant was that the two sets of solo scenes were filmed first, and then they were combined to shoot together, and then another group of people came up after Xu Zhizhen finished filming, and the arrangement was also like this.

However, Xu Zhizhen's solo roles are really not many. In the early stage, he was like Wei Chengheng's appendage. Wherever he was, Wei Chengheng was definitely nearby. It was probably a so-called coincidence, or it might be intentional.

After this scene, Wu Ting officially appeared on the stage. Wei Chengheng noticed that Wu Ting, a beautiful and gentle Shanghai girl, smiled shyly at him, but he realized that something was wrong, and he had no feelings for Wu Ting.

Instead, when he looked at Wu An, his heart throbbed a little.

Wu Ting later fell in love with him, and Wei Chengheng broke up with him in the third year of high school, saying that considering his studies was the most important thing.Wu Ting went to university locally in Shanghai, and every time she had to take several buses to see him, she didn't say anything.In the end, I only cried and agreed.

And Wu An went north with his teacher after they fell in love, and only saw a few times during summer and winter vacations.

After finishing work and returning to the hotel, Xu Zhizhen wore a high ponytail, with some broken hair on the sideburns, and a few tufts of long hair on his forehead. He chose the position carefully. Surprisingly handsome.

Tao Chuan accompanied him to dinner, staring at him and muttering, "Would you like to take a costume movie? You're so handsome."

Xiao Pan nodded frantically, "It just so happens that there is no need to connect the wig."

The two snickered, Xu Zhizhen raised his eyebrows beside him.

It was rare to meet Xie Bei in the restaurant, but the people around him, Xu Zhizhen looked from a distance, almost all of them were his filming partners today, as well as a few teachers, so he didn't join in, because after all, he still didn't lose.

Unexpectedly, someone called him over, so Xu Zhizhen had no choice but to go over with a plate, and when he got closer, he realized that it was Jiang Chaoren.

Jiang Chaoren lives in Shanghai. He has not been working recently, so he comes to the set to supervise the work from time to time. He has a good relationship with the investors, and a few of them often play mahjong in the hotel.

Xu Zhizhen smiled and said hello, "Hello Jiang, Director Zhong, Brother Xu, Teacher Pan, and seniors."

He really didn't blame him, the group of people who came to the set to supervise the work always changed people back and forth. He didn't remember much about today's person and tomorrow's person, so he could only yell a few words.

Jiang Chaoren laughed, and beckoned him to sit next to him, and helped him out by the way, "This series, it's hard for you, there are too many seniors."

Zhong Kexin picked up a piece of orange with a fork, tilted her head and asked him, "How did you know Lao Xu?"

Xu Zhizhen quickly explained, "I was in the hotel a few days ago, passing by Mr. Jiang's card game, and it happened that three players were missing one, so I was pulled in and played for a while..."

More than just a fight, he came back from the gym in the afternoon and was dragged by Jiang Chaoren to beat him until ten o'clock, and then he had a supper after that.

"It's just a coincidence, but Xiao Xu's card skills are good. It's been a long time since I played against this kind of junior. It's new to us."

Brother Xu also agreed, saying that's not the case.

Xu Zhizhen laughed.

What's new is that his qualifications are too low, he doesn't know how to feed cards, he doesn't know how to look at them, and he only cares about playing cards.

The topic turned to playing cards, and several seniors started discussing again, Xu Zhizhen quietly lowered his head to eat.

In the end, I can’t blame him. After all, he never puts much effort into playing cards, and he doesn’t have that much fun in memorizing cards. He plays when he plays, and loses when he loses.It just so happened that he was lucky that day, and he didn't realize something was wrong until the second half of the hit, so he quickly slowed down, slowed down when it was time to hustle, and let the others get hustles.It was only when I went back that I realized that maybe I was too young, I had never experienced a poker game, and I didn't have the consciousness to give up to the old man.But he changed his mind and comforted himself, originally it was not to compliment him, it was just a passer-by who was dragged to play cards, and he was also a transparent person who had experienced many battles, so he couldn't understand him.

His guess was indeed good. After the conclusion, several old guys held their feet and discussed, laughing at this young guy. He was really young, and he was the kind of innocent guy who was protected in his arms.It's no wonder that he has a superior family and good talent. He can easily get this kind of role. It's not as good as others who come up to it. You can tell the meaning with just a look, and you can also pave the way for the next few sets by the way.

Each has its own advantages, and it’s not bad to meet and play occasionally, and by the way, I feel my youth who is still ignorant.

Xie Bei these two days are all old actors, not a single young one, only him and Xie Bei in their 20s in the whole table, but there are two people separated in the middle, one Zhong Kexin and one Jiang Chaoren, even a look in the eyes I didn't dare to hand it over, so I just lowered my head and finished eating quite seriously.

From tomorrow onwards, he will be in Group A, which means that the rivalry with Xie Bei will officially kick off. After eating, he will take the initiative to leave, saying that he is a little nervous about tomorrow's big show and will go back to prepare.

Jiang Chaoren loves the junior, and after a game of poker, he is more or less an acquaintance. Seeing that he is young, he took the initiative to ask him, what is the big show tomorrow, and what is the highlight?

Xu Zhizhen said with a smile, "Tomorrow I will be filming under Director Zhong..."

It meant a lot, but everyone at the table laughed, and even Zhong Kexin stroked the corners of their mouths, looking very happy.

Everyone teased him after laughing, but don't be afraid, Director Zhong is only a little harsh, so he won't be scared to cry.Others said that as long as they don't meet Director Zhong's eyes, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Zhong Kexin laughed, and took the initiative to joke with them, the atmosphere was another kind of harmony.

In the end he slipped away, and before he boarded the elevator, someone behind him patted him, and when he looked back, it was Xie Bei.

He raised his eyebrows at him and asked, "Why did you sneak out?"

Xie Bei touched his head, felt nothing, and said with a little regret, "I also said that there will be a big show tomorrow, so I'm afraid of making mistakes."

Xu Zhizhen glared at him, "Director Zhong didn't say anything, did he? Is it okay to tease him like this?"

"Director Zhong is not a narrow-minded person, not to mention that I know him well, so it's fine."

When the elevator arrived, they went up together and rose to the 25th floor.

After entering the room, Xie Bei made a small request.

"Can I touch my hair?"

Xu Zhizhen's heart skipped a beat, and he turned to look at him.Xie Bei obediently followed behind him, with his head down, like a big dog, deliberately showing a pair of clean and pure eyes to look at him, his hair was disheveled, extremely clean without makeup, his eyebrows were all savagely grown, his whole body The boyishness was almost overflowing, and because he wanted something from him, he felt that he could wag his tail in the next second.

Xu Zhizhen hesitated for a moment, but still agreed, waved at him, sat on the bed, pulled off the leather rope, and let his beautiful hair fall down behind him.

After he had long hair, he realized that his hair was really thick, thick and black, and the stylist always said that he envied him when he was playing with his hair.But growing long hair is really tiring. Shampooing and drying hair can be done in minutes before, but now the stylist tells him to take good care of it. Shampoo, conditioner, cream, hair mask, and essential oils are often used in advertisements. He saw the hair dryer, washing his hair once would kill him.

Xie Bei sat behind him, stroking his hair like a perverted idiot, Xu Zhizhen just sat and complained, and didn't care whether he replied or not, he would feel better when his anger subsided, and when he turned his head, Xie Bei was surprised He stroked his hair with an expressionless expression, but he was a little bolder, touching from the root of his hair to his scalp, and even scratching.

Xu Zhizhen felt a little strange, damn it, is this guy gay? Could he be bisexual? He likes long hair?He can't always keep it?

Xie Bei touched it for a while, and finally said, "It feels really good, it's really different from short hair."

Xu Zhizhen rolled his eyes at him, "Nonsense."

He added, "It's really different from emerald."

Xu Zhizhen was stunned, and when he realized it, he couldn't laugh or cry, "You and a cat have the same hair quality."

Only then did Xie Bei stop, scratching his head and laughing, still a bit naive.

After finishing his lines for half an hour, Xu Zhizhen made two cups of vc effervescent tablets, rested on the table, and enjoyed the masculinity by the way.

The recent Xie Bei is more youthful than what Xu Zhizhen has seen. He is more youthful at any time, not only his face, but also his high spirits, tall and straight figure, and his unrestrained smile. The sound of laughter, the purity and vitality revealed in the eyes.

He suddenly wondered if Xie Bei, who was really fifteen or sixteen years old, was like this too.

He remembered that when he first met Xie Bei, he secretly sighed with emotion. He felt that Xie Bei was too mature, and it was a pity that he could not enjoy what a teenager should have at that time, be it innocence or charm.It is not the maturity of the face, but the maturity of the soul, which comes out from the bones.Intermittent indifference, occasional coldness, a rush of vigor hidden under the brows, even the eyes with a subtle murderous look, the sharp edges and corners, and the lip line seem to be carved from ice.

But now, he exudes a hot human breath, flexible eyes, crooked eyebrows when he smiles, messy hair, eclectic old-fashioned shirts and flip-flops, and occasionally a little silly. There is a bit of solitary and melancholy that does not belong to him.

Xu Zhizhen thought that he was never qualified to persuade him.

His choices, his decisions, are all carefully considered before he dares to make them.He dared to immerse himself in the drama, and he also had the ability to come out, and his own existence was just trying to make him surface briefly and breathe fresh air when he was hesitating and confused.

Xu Zhizhen lowered his eyes, resisting the urge to lean up to kiss him, and read the floating words while reading the script.

Maybe it's good for him too.