My language is the anchor

The sun shone on Zhang Pinwei's face, he rolled over on the quilt, lay down on the pillow, muttered to let him sleep a little longer, and buried his face in the soft pillow.

He was distracted all night and couldn't sleep. Once again, he found that desire is like a clinging devil, especially after discovering Han Wuyu's sexual orientation. He felt that the devil was even more arrogant and haunted him all night. In the end, he could only rely on his will to overcome the temptation of temptation. , to achieve the holiness of the cross.

"It's not easy to sleep on the ground..."

Zhang Pinwei vaguely replied: "No..."

"You should be put to bed."

Zhang Pinwei, who was half asleep and half awake, turned over and climbed onto the bed with a groan, and rolled up the quilt again. Seeing Han Wuyu half-sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled him up with one hand, rolled up the quilt with his open hand, and held him in his arms.

"Say it earlier..." Curved the corners of his mouth, he patted Han Wuyu on the back: "Sleep a little longer."

He really wants to sleep, and he can't do anything now, the dark circles under his eyelids and the warmth in his arms are like a lullaby, playing a beautiful flute sound, urging him to fall asleep.

Han Wuyu followed Wo to bed, her cheeks flushed, her breath filled with Zhang Pinwei's masculine musk scent mixed with the fragrance of her home's bath, her heart was beating wildly.He slightly struggled to release the restraint on his body, but the person in front of him unconsciously put his long legs on his side, and his face was pulled closer again and stuck to his shoulder socket, resting on his arm.

His eyes were fixed on the muscular lines under the vest, he closed his eyes in a panic, and when he continued to look, his little heart couldn't bear the load, and his mind was buzzing, until he heard the sound of steady breathing by his ears, He opened his eyes, raised them boldly, and looked at Zhang Pinwei carefully.

From a man's point of view, Zhang Pinwei is very masculine.

"...I'm not easy to hug..." I felt lost in my heart.

Such a man should embrace a petite, cute, soft, and fragrant woman like Xiao Qu in his arms, not a tall, stiff man like himself who only smells like bath milk.

He suddenly covered his face, ashamed that he had such a comparative thought.

"What am I thinking……"

Zhang Pinwei hummed, lowered his face and rubbed his hair childishly, resting on his forehead and continued to sleep.

Han Wuyu found it interesting to see his childishness, and after a chuckle, he saw him muttering again, not daring to move for fear of disturbing his sleep.He was hugged tightly, his eyes fell on his collarbone and shoulder muscles, his fingers slid up along the lines unconsciously, all he thought about in his little head was some messy things, like this arm would hold a woman in the future, he was really too strong Yes, and then shook his head, he didn't really want to be a woman, but just envied a woman who could have such a hug.Thinking wildly for a while, fingers still slid his lines, slid and yawned, moved a good position on his arm, and closed his heavy eyelids.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, the warm touch on his forehead disturbed his sleep. He slowly opened his eyelids, blinked his long eyelashes a few times, and the blurred focus gradually became clear.

"Woke up?"

Han Wuyu was still lying on his side, and replied stupidly, "I'm awake."

Zhang Pinwei looked a bit shy, but said as usual: "I want to take street scenes later."

He didn't move his arm, and one hand was still hanging on Han Wuyu's waist. The posture of the two of them was like a couple embracing after a night.

"Street scene? It's a holiday today, so it's not easy to shoot, right?" Han Wuyu thought seriously, without realizing that his legs were sandwiching the other's long leg.

Zhang Pinwei saw that the hair on his forehead was eye-catching, so he stretched out his hand to remove it for him, and said naturally: "By the way, take a few close-ups of the characters, and create a story about the back view of a certain period of life." The corners of his mouth curled up.

Korean language feels fresh and novel.

People close-up.

As a shy and introverted self, it is difficult to talk to people, not to mention shooting people.

"Story from behind." Curved the corners of his mouth and laughed: "...reminds me of excerpts."

"Excerpts! You know!"

An excerpt is a section of an opera in a whole opera, neither the beginning nor the end, but a section of an opera.

The two looked at each other and laughed tacitly.

"Quicksand." They spoke at the same time.

During the "Quick Sand" award ceremony, Zhang Pinwei once said that his record is not the beginning or the end, but a joke like an excerpt, keeping the moment of the sand.

"When shooting quicksand, I lay on the desert and wondered how long these sands have lived." Zhang Pinwei's mouth curved into a beautiful arc again.

Quicksand, countless grains of sand slide down to the lower places with the wind, and pile up into mounds with the dust. How to form sand and where to return to, what I shoot is always just that moment, just like a section in an opera, an excerpt.

"I like the quicksand you photographed..." Han Wuyu half propped himself up, propped his chin with his hand, lay on the bed, and said, "The quicksand in your eyes is alive, and every grain of sand seems to have its own story. "Looking at Zhang Pinwei lazily from the side, he said that the quicksand he photographed was like a person living in this world. He described the vast world and depicted the insignificance of a person. It is eye-catching but hidden. I can't be humbled by my own insignificance.

"...The inferiority complex that longs for the value of existence...I don't know if it's right or not, but anyway, I really like it..."

Zhang Pinwei looked at the streamer in his eyes, his eyes couldn't help but soften.

Before filming Quicksand, I came out to my family. After being scolded and humiliated, I just wanted to prove my existence. I chose to hide in the desert for six years, but met a poisonous scorpion in the desert. After walking the road of life and death, Photographed the inferiority complex longing for the value of existence in the Hanwu language.

"You really understand."

He half propped himself up, raised his head and pressed his lips to Han Wuyu's, kissed his lower lip lightly, pressed his lips again, and looked at him with gentle eyes.

"You you you...how did you kiss me!" Han Wuyu took a step back in surprise, slipped off the bed, and the quilt rolled to the ground with him.

Zhang Pinwei's ears were blushing, and he coughed lightly: "The atmosphere is very good." He felt a little regretful when he said it, he didn't want to say such frivolous words.

Han Wuyu covered his lips, the warm touch on his lips was still there, and he was so ashamed that his neck turned red.

"You, you, you... you should be suitable for a woman like Xiao Qu..." she lowered her head.

Zhang Pinwei was taken aback for a moment, frowned, got up, got out of the bed, and covered his head with his big palm.

"I don't like her." Kneeling down in front of him.

"Then you should...should like women like other men..."

Zhang Pinwei simply covered his mouth and sighed: "You don't like women."

He raised his eyebrows, as if he was asking about Hanwu.

Han Wuyu shook his head and nodded, frowned and shook his head.

Zhang Pinwei laughed angrily: "I don't like it, right?"

Seeing him smile, Han Wuyu lowered his shoulders and hummed with his covered mouth.

Zhang Pinwei let go of his hand covering his mouth, and put away the usual flick.

"I don't like women either." She looked into his eyes seriously.

He looked at Han Wuyu from surprise, and then looked at himself suspiciously.

"Hungry, hungry..." She raised the corner of her mouth, intending to tease the beauty in front of her again.

Without further ado, he got up and walked to the kitchen.

Han Wuyu couldn't tell the smile on his mouth, and couldn't tell whether he was telling the truth or not, but after the smell came out from the kitchen, he said something delicious, was scolded as a greedy cat, and was teased a few times as usual, Between joking and talking, the relaxed atmosphere made him forget to pursue the meaning of that kiss.

After breakfast and washing up, the two carried their camera bags on their backs. At the entrance, after Han Wuyu put on his shoes, he put on the bags sideways, and heard a click when he got up.

"Character close-up."

Han Wuyu blushed shyly, but she didn't expect the protagonist to be herself.

"Don't, don't...don't treat me as your joke." He stuttered again, and his heart dropped several beats.

Zhang Pinwei was taken aback when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"No. You're not just a joke."

He looked at Han Wuyu with a dazed expression on his face, shouted angrily to remember to lock the door, and took a few steps to cover up the blush on his face.

Gee!

Can't even hear the confession!

***

A small library combining a coffee shop and a bookstore in the urban area, relaxing music, thousands of second-hand books, and comfortable wooden seats create a pleasant atmosphere for reading.

Zhao Xicheng sat in a good position by the floor-to-ceiling windows, took a sip of coffee leisurely, several books on editing were placed on the table, but in his hand was a photo record from the documentary "Quick Sand".

Originally, the dream that had been buried deep in my heart has recently sprouted quietly.

"Excerpt? It's a good thing he figured it out..." Looking at the excerpt on the last page of the booklet, he wrote Zhang Pinwei's speech when he won the award.

In the same scene, Zhang Pinwei can always shoot different moments, allowing the images to tell emotions and stories. As a man, he can't help but admire.

After taking a sip of coffee, he casually placed the book on the table. He looked out the window, only to find a familiar figure, holding a camera and taking pictures.

"What is this kid in Han Wuyu taking pictures..." There was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth that he didn't know, his eyes fluttered with Han Wuyu, he picked up his mobile phone, zoomed in on the camera, and made a click.

He watched Han Wuyu focus on the camera, took pictures of intersections, tall buildings and buses, and even took pictures of zebra crossings where the crowd flowed, and finally settled in one place and took several pictures in succession.

"What are you shooting, so focused..." Smiling again, he lowered his head and looked at him, following the angle of his shooting, Zhao Xicheng was stunned.

He watched Zhang Pinwei walk towards him with a smile, reached out and tried to snatch Han Wuyu's camera, Han Wuyu hugged his camera desperately, and the two started arguing on the street.

Turning his head, he chose to ignore it, and looked at the book on the table, and turned to the page of Zhang Pinwei's acceptance speech.

Zhao Xicheng closed the book, leaned back in the chair, slid over the phone, looked at the photo he just took, and hesitated between deleting it or not.

Excerpts.

A small section of a whole play.

Not the beginning, not the end, but the most exciting part.

"You are not... not my excerpt..."

His fingers hesitated between whether or not, and in the end, he put away his irritability, threw the phone into the bag, and left the bookstore with the bag on his back.