My language is the anchor

After the filming, the studio was lit with a white light. On the anchor stage, Han Wuyu's face was a little flustered, his eyes drifted, he looked away from the camera, and after reading a piece of news, he looked for the camera nervously.

"Pinwei, did you really put the memory card in?" I read it terribly.

"What do you think?" Pull out the memory card, put it into your own tablet, and hang up the earphones.

Han Wuyu caught up quickly, he reached out to take off Zhang Pinwei's earphones, and looked at himself on the tablet.

"Ahh...I can't do it, it's too bad!" Covering his face, he looked frustrated.

Zhang Pinwei reached out to take his tablet, marked the side of each news, and reminded with the side of his head: "Usually, for educational news like the third news, the camera will stop for five seconds. This kind of news involves a lot. The scope of the language test in a small country can seriously mention the transformation of the educational curriculum, and you can easily talk about the embarrassing things you encountered during the test. The extra five seconds are often used to let the anchor pay attention to the degree of development of the news content and add words carefully.”

He drew a note on the tablet, and then talked about his tablet photography file in a blink of an eye.

Instructing and training was originally not my job, but because I spoke Korean, I offered to work overtime and guide him after shutting down the phone. I wanted to stay with him for a while, naively and purely like a high school student who just fell in love. There is no note to write a love letter, say I like you, please associate with me.

"...This time you..."

Han Wuyu looked at him nervously, waiting for his comment.

"You're shy." Zhang Pinwei laughed maliciously, and took off his earphones.

Han Wuyu was stunned for a moment, knowing that he had been tricked, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the armrest of the chair, took the tablet, and listened to the manuscript he was reading with one ear. It was the Valentine's Day news. It was Pinwei, and when he read the word lover, his heart jumped a few more beats, but he thought he hadn't revealed any flaws, and he really didn't know how Pinwei saw it.

"Why do you always take pictures of my face, before, didn't you take pictures of half of my body?"

Zhang Pinwei stood up, stretched his waist, and leaned on his shoulder with one hand.

"Ah...it was discovered." The same light tone.

Photography captures the story and the heart of the photographer.From shooting the upper body a month ago to today's close-up, he has become more and more biased. He sighed again, the little white rabbit in front of him didn't realize the expression of his love.

"You know, you're pretty good-looking."

Han Wuyu raised his single eyebrows, and showed the same tacit smile on the corner of his mouth. According to Zhang Pinwei's temperament, there must be something to say later, but he will not let him fool him anymore.

"I think you're good-looking." A smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Pinwei got up and leaned towards him, with a tacit smile in his eyes.

"No, I really think you are good-looking and worthy of the stage." Lifting the camera bag.

Han Wuyu put away the tablet in his hand, helped him take the portable tablet, and kept up with the pace.

"Whether you are on the stage or not, you will be fascinated by Xiao Qu." After speaking, she blushed a little, and the words were sour.

"Again, Xiao Qu, I'm not the only one fascinated by her."

"Really? I think she's the only one." Her tone was serious, with a touch of teasing.

Zhang Pinwei walked into the office with a smile, put down the bag, and turned around to take the equipment in his hand.

"Listen to your tone, bad, bad enough." Throwing his tablet to him.

Han Wuyu leaned against the side table and chuckled, and slid on the tablet again to review his performance. The camera on the screen focused on his face, and occasionally zoomed in from a distance, following his eyes, mouth, neck, and hands. Take a half-length shot.

"When you zoom in and take a close-up, you can clearly see the emotions of the person being photographed." No wonder Pinwei knows that he is shy.

Zhang Pinwei followed and leaned on the side table, also looking at the tablet: "The close-up shows the emotions of the protagonist, and the thinking of the photographer."

Han Wuyu nodded, looking receptive.

Zhang Pinwei took out a book called "Lens, Endless" on his desk, and handed it to Han Wuyu.

"If you want to shoot a story, this should be helpful." He picked up his bag and looked sideways for his phone.

Flipping through the pages in Korean, I asked casually: "What about zooming out? I mean, it's like zooming out from a close-up..." Suddenly shut up, staring at a certain page in the book, the heat spread from the neck to the roots of the ears , he covered his face halfway: "When I... When I didn't ask..." The more he said, the lower his voice.

In photography, the distance is the photographer's heart and sight, and the photographer's emotional flow is captured.

Every close-up and panorama of myself on the screen is adjusted according to Zhang Pinwei's gaze.

Zhang Pinwei read his reaction, read the book again, and coughed lightly.

"Ah... I was discovered again." The profile followed his slightly low profile, looked at his eyelashes, nose tip and lips, lowered his head and quickly pressed his lips against his lips, making a pop.

I don't know when his filming started, but the filming was biased, focusing on the Korean language alone.

Han Wuyu was taken aback, and quickly took a step back, leaning his back against the wall: "You you...you will be seen..."

Zhang Pinwei paused, inexplicably feeling amused: "Only me?"

Han Wuyu blushed and nodded.

Zhang Pinwei leaned closer again, only to see his hands against himself again: "I don't mind. Do you mind?"

Han Wuyu was stunned, and opened his eyes to look at him: "You really don't mind?"

Zhang Pinwei stole another kiss: "I don't mind." He stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick his lips, pressed his hands down his waistline, and clutched his clothes: "It seems that you don't mind either. "

Han Wuyu clutched his clothes tightly with both hands, looking at the wrinkled shirt, hesitant.

"Actually...if you mind...it's okay to push me away..."

Zhang Pinwei frowned and glanced at him.

Push away, this option is not in his plan.

He stretched out his hands and wrapped Hanwu language between the side table and himself, and sucked his lips again with his head sideways, thrust his tongue into his mouth domineeringly, rolled up his little tongue, wrapped his waist with one hand, and He pulls himself closer.

"Being seen... will only think that I kissed you forcibly?" There was a chuckle on his lips.

Han Wuyu looked up at him as if confirming something.

Zhang Pinwei tapped his forehead against his, and said with a thud: "Your eyes really hurt people. Sad..."

Such eyes are full of uneasiness, not doubts, but a kind of uneasiness that has been hurt, eyes full of scars and fear, as if they are worried that they are projected like someone in the past.

Han Wu paused, and slowly climbed up his waist with his hands, wrapping around his waist.

"I really don't mind, right..." His tone was still hesitant.

Zhang Pinwei breathed out and hugged him, and replied angrily: "I don't mind."

He doesn't mind being discovered about the two of them, but what he cares about now is which bastard made him look like this.

Han Wuyu raised his head and kissed his lips lightly, then looked down at his heels again.

"It's not a forced kiss." He didn't mind either.

Zhang Pinwei licked his lips, embraced him and said, "I thought the third master would kiss more domineeringly."

Love makes people stingy. Although they are mature enough to know that it is the past, they still naively want to dig out the memories that make Han Wuyu retreat, and want to pull them out, erase them, and replace them.

Han Wuyu burst into laughter, sat at the side table, slowly raised his head to look at the man standing in front of him, leaned his forehead on his abs, and still clenched his shirt tightly.

"...This kind of thing can't be hidden, and it's useless to mind..." said in a low voice.

"I don't think it's a bad thing. It doesn't matter if you're out of the closet or you're gay. It's not a bad thing." Touching his soft hair with the palm, it slid up his neck along the short hair.

Han Wuyu hummed, with a touch of emotion in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Zhang Pinwei picked up his backpack, raised his eyebrows and said to leave, waiting for him to follow up again: "However, after you become the main anchor."

Han Wuyu looked at the curvature of his eyes and the playfulness of his mouth: "What do you want to say?"

"I'm going to sell the fact that you have a boyfriend to a reporter and make a fortune."

Han Wuyu's face became hot with a bang, because her boyfriend's three-character heart beat faster, she coughed lightly, walked over him, walked to the elevator, and looked at the elevator door.

"Listen to your plan. Bad, bad enough." The corners of his mouth curled up, imitating his teasing tone again.

After Zhang Pinwei laughed, he looked sideways at him, cleared his throat, and coughed a few times.

"Excuse me, anchor Han, what kind of person is your boyfriend?" imitating the tone of a reporter.

Han Wuyu blushed, and as the elevator door opened with a ding, she walked into the elevator shyly with her head down.

Zhang Pinwei hurriedly followed: "It seems that I don't intend to make it public, anchor Han, you... ouch!" He touched the kicked calf.

Han Wuyu buried his face in the scarf, watching the number of elevators decrease: "I...I will make it public."

He seemed to be thinking about something, and spoke firmly.

Zhang Pinwei froze for a moment, looked at Han Wuyu who walked out of the elevator first, half covered his shy face, and followed the steps.

"Third Master." The corners of his mouth curled up.

Half of Han Wuyu's face was still buried in the scarf, and he hummed.

"So domineering!"

The corners of Han Wuyu's mouth, buried in the scarf, curled up, the roots of his ears turned red, and he whispered, "My boyfriend..."

"what?"

"My boyfriend is Zhang Pinwei." After Han Wuyu finished speaking, blushing, he stepped forward and walked out of the gate.

He doesn't know how to hide, and is too straightforward. If a reporter really asks such a question, he just wants to answer it like this.

Zhang Pinwei clicked his tongue, slapped his blushing face, and scratched his head.

He stepped out of the company gate with long legs, bent into a nearby park, took his hand, covered their hats, lowered his head, pulled his scarf, kissed him, and covered his surprised eyes with one palm , licking his lips to deepen the kiss.

***

In the park, Zhao Xicheng chatted with Bai Ningxia casually, and next to the chimney, Bai Ningxia found a bench and sat down, took his cigarette case, and smoked one.

"You can order one."

Zhao Xicheng chuckled, took the cigarette case and cigarettes, touched the cigarette case habitually, held the cigarette between his fingers and exhaled a puff of white smoke.

"The assistant manager said about the location of the tour in the morning, can you take it?"

"consider."

"Consider? What's wrong?"

Bai Ningxia leaned her head against the back of the bench: "It's nothing..." After a moment of silence, she said something wrong: "Do you remember that you always competed with Pinwei for the camera to shoot exterior scenes?"

He had some nostalgia, nostalgia for the enthusiasm of that time, whether it was Zhao Xicheng or himself.

Zhao Xicheng hummed, exhaled white smoke again, extinguished it, and leaned against the street lamp beside him.

"After becoming an anchor, I really haven't taken a camera for a while."

Bai Ningxia looked at the moonless sky and said with a smile, "Why don't you be the location photographer. I think I will consider taking over as the host."

Zhao Xicheng followed suit with a casual smile: "That's fine."

He wants to escape, anywhere is fine.

Bai Ningxia put away her smile, looked down at the hands she held together: "We are really alike."

"yes?"

"Always choose the direction that is beneficial to you to protect yourself."

Zhao Xicheng looked at him.

Bai Ningxia touched her fingers with her thumb: "You...know Hanwu language?"

He really wanted to pretend that he didn't care about the intern anchor, and date as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Xicheng was silent for a moment, then hummed: "I know."

Bai Ningxia sneered, her tone full of sarcasm: "An insider? He hid it really well, or is he an old acquaintance..."

Zhao Xicheng took out the cigarette case, took out a cigarette but didn't light it: "He probably didn't want to hide it."

Bai Ningxia was taken aback: "What?"

Zhao Xicheng looked at his cigarette: "I said his sexual orientation, he never thought of hiding it."

Bai Ningxia's face was full of disdain and sarcasm, he didn't want to be like a jealous lunatic out of control, grabbing the man's collar and questioning him, he sneered again with disdain in his heart.

"You know him well." Look away.

Zhao Xicheng sighed: "I don't want to mention him."

He chose to escape again.

In the past month, he only discussed business matters with Hanwu, training and guidance, and even refused to attend the gatherings of his colleagues in the past, just wanting to avoid any news about Hanwu.

Bai Ningxia remained silent for a while before she spoke, "Am I wrong?"

Such silence is like an accusation.

Accused of the underground love affair he insisted on.

Zhao Xicheng still got angry and took a breath: "Ning Xia, you are right."

Bai Ningxia snorted: "Don't tell me you know it very well."

He also wanted to be as brave as Zhao Xicheng, to speak out about his relationship frankly, but he just couldn't do it!The disappointed eyes of parents, the strange eyes of peers, and the disgusting words that scolded themselves seemed to be heard in their ears.

Zhao Xicheng spit out the white smoke, touched the cigarette case with his finger, looked at the notch on it: "I really understand."

Bai Ningxia looked at him for a long time.

Zhao Xicheng looked at him sideways, then lowered his head and said, "Someone once told me." His thumb touched the notch again and put it in his pocket: "I want to know my friends and family, and that's the way to date."

Bai Ningxia paused, showing hurt eyes: "What are you doing! What are you talking about!"

"I have the same reaction as you now, I said something ugly."

Bai Ningxia was silent and turned her head away.

"I kissed him ambiguously, but I never held his hand outside."

Bai Ningxia's heart twitched, she got up and didn't want to listen anymore.

"I told him not to appear in front of my eyes."

Bai Ningxia's eyes were flushed with excitement, and she took two steps, which sounded to him as if he was driving herself away.

"Deniing his existence, dating women, telling him that he is heterosexual."

Bai Ningxia stopped in her tracks and frowned: "Are you fucking trying to say that you just sympathize with me?"

Everything a man says is too much, he does.

Zhao Xicheng didn't step forward, but stood aside: "No." He exhaled, "It's just that we really look alike."

He gave a self-deprecating wry smile.

"Ningxia, let's calm down for a while." She walked forward and passed Bai Ningxia on her own.

After saying one sentence after another of his memories, he realized how stupid he was, for hurting someone and self-righteously blaming others.

Walking through the park, I deliberately stopped and drank a cup of coffee at the corner cafe, as if I was waiting for someone.

After the closing time after [-]:[-], he got up and stood at the door of the coffee shop. When he saw the slender figure, he licked his lips nervously.

Apologize?It doesn't seem to fit.

Talk about business?We've been chatting for a day today.

Not knowing what to say, he just wanted to have a few words with him.

"Han..." shouted first.

Han Wuyu didn't have time to notice him, he swayed, and was hugged behind him, the tall figure in the backlight hooked his neck and kissed his forehead.

Zhao Xicheng subconsciously hid in the dark at the corner of the street, watching the two of them turn, he clearly heard the sound of his heart being torn apart, turned around stiffly, and walked towards his own building.Sitting in the elevator in a daze, when she stepped out of the elevator again, she saw Bai Ningxia hugging her knees, nestling pitifully in front of her house.

"Cheng...should I apologize...no...I don't want to apologize, but my heart hurts...let's..."

Zhao Xicheng looked at him and saw his own reflection again.

He stretched out his arms to hook him, holding him in his arms.

"I see. I understand everything..."