Super A actor is also fighting with the director today

The filming will soon reach the second most important turning point in the whole play——Qiu Yun voluntarily confesses her Alpha identity, hoping to leave Luan Lane and live a life under her own control, but is once again caught by Shatter hope.

Wen Hong has been filming Wen Cang's films since the year before last, and this year's Jin Canglan did not have any dramas submitted for review. The organizer originally sent him an invitation to be an award presenter, but he is still filming. So Di Lang refused, and the organizer invited Xu Ying, who had just been nominated for Best Actor in the Flying Eagle Award and was very popular, to come over.

Ding Tingqiu knew that Wen Cang was directing the play, so he didn't invite him to Jincanglan as usual.

However, there were several shortlisted actors in the crew, and they all took a day off, so Qiu Yun was taken away by the regular customer Alpha who came to the store. After Qiu Yun couldn't stay in Mingguang Street, Qiu Yun also told Liu Yu to shoot the scene ahead of schedule.

Qiu Yun was wearing the only decent set of clothes that he kept at the bottom of the suitcase and was reluctant to wear, and only light makeup was on his face, and the freshness exuding from his whole body made him look like a student who just entered society.

However, he was extremely embarrassed at this time, half of the rouge on his lips was spent, and he silently listened to the boss's spitting and cursing, but as if he hadn't heard anything, he returned to the room with his extremely beautiful eyebrows and eyes. Upstairs, my own room seemed to be covered by gray haze, but the vitality that should have contained some kind of expectation was dimmed in the pair of extremely beautiful eyes on weekdays.

Obviously he just told Liu Yu happily last night that he was going to leave here and start a new life, but Liu Yu still sat quietly by the shop with his old toolbox on his back after finishing the day's work Eating a small bowl of cheap smoothies in the groggy night on the stone steps.

And when he felt someone approaching, he subconsciously raised his eyes and saw the person who should have left this despised place. He almost subconsciously wanted to stand up, holding the bowl of ice in his hand. Sha also wanted to hand it to Qiu Yun, but froze his movements again—he wanted to ask him why he didn't leave, and also wanted to ask...whether he stayed for himself.

But he didn't have the courage, let alone the qualifications.

Qiu Yun was still wearing the clothes she wore during the day, and sat lightly beside Liu Yu, and said calmly, "Why are you here today?"

Liu Yu put the smoothie aside in a bit of bewilderment, murmured for a moment, but failed to give an answer.

Qiu Yun didn't seem to be asking him for an answer, so his voice was softer: "Liu Yu, I'm Alpha."

Liu Yu turned his head abruptly and opened his mouth in surprise.

The street light was very dim, but it was still enough for Qiu Yun to see Liu Yu's reaction clearly. He lowered his eyes and curled his lips in a self-deprecating way: "Sure enough, you also think I'm disgusting, don't you? I'm an Alpha, but I want to pretend to be an Omega to show off Come here to win Alpha's favor."

Liu Yu was still in shock, but when he heard his words, he was so anxious to defend himself that he stuttered: "No, no, I didn't... You are not disgusting at all."

"Really?" Qiu Yun smiled, and turned to face Liu Yu. The stone steps he sat on were two steps higher than Liu Yu, so Liu Yu had to lean over to look at him when he was talking to him.

"Yes." Liu Yu nodded resolutely, but it could be seen that he hadn't fully recovered from the fact that Qiu Yun was an Alpha, and his whole body was a little stiff, but the next second Qiu Yun put his palm on the steps. , leaning forward to make a motion to kiss him, but stopped when their lips were about to touch.

——Liu Yu stared at his slender and dense eyelashes, and heard him say in a trembling voice: "Then take me away, I can go anywhere."

Then, relying on desperate despair and struggle, he grabbed Liu Yu's collar with his right hand and kissed him deeply.

As if infected by such a heavy emotion, the set was surprisingly quiet, but both Director Wen Da and his little cousin clenched their fists involuntarily.

Shi Yanting couldn't help but tugged at the corner of Wen Cang's clothes, and asked him in a low voice, "Are you borrowing a seat?"

Wen Cang's deep voice forced out word by word from his clenched teeth: "No, yes."

This scene was discussed before shooting.

Logically speaking, Wen Cang's plays have never allowed actors to use coincidences such as borrowing seats and doubles to shoot. Fang Jinyan and Wen Hong are also capable actors, so they can naturally meet his requirements, but Shi Yanting is by his side Look, even though it's work, Fang Jinyan looked at Shi Yanting with somewhat guilty conscience, so he offered to ask if he could borrow a seat.

The demanding director Wen Da didn't think about it at the time, and he vetoed it all at once. The effect and emotions expressed by non-borrowed positions are indeed more impactful than borrowed positions, but Director Wen almost gritted his teeth watching this scene. broken.

Liu Yu pulled away from the shock and the melancholy of wanting to indulge himself in it, turned his head and pushed Qiu Yun away in a panic, not daring to put his eyes on Qiu Yun, he took a few breaths quickly, and then moved from the close-fitting She took out the clean handkerchief from her inner pocket and stuffed it into Qiu Yun's hand, she frowned and said, "I'm sorry..."

Qiu Yun didn't use the handkerchief, wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, sat down on the stone steps, and laughed softly as if crying.

Liu Yu pursed his chapped lips, hesitating for a moment or tentatively reaching out to support his shoulder, Qiu Yun moved forward and rested his forehead on his shoulder, and let out a sob after being extremely suppressed.

The camera slowly moved down, focusing on the small bowl of slush that had just been knocked over by the two of them accidentally. Most of the slush had melted, and the sugar water reflected an oily color in the dark light.

"Pass!"

When Wen Cang's voice sounded, Fang Jinyan quickly took a step back and stood aside as if to clear the relationship. Only then did the staff on the set recover from the scene one after another.

Wen Hong who almost stumbled forward: "..."

"Brother woo woo woo Hong..." Xie Yao rushed over to hand Wen Hong mouthwash and tissues while wiping away tears.

"Hey, this is acting, not real, why are you crying?" Wen Hong helplessly raised his hand and patted her shoulder, habitually raised his eyes to look for Wen Cang, the expression on Director Wen's face didn't seem to be very happy.

Could it be that the scene just now did not perform well and needs to be repeated?

Wen Hong was stunned for a moment, then squeezed Xie Yao's shoulders reassuringly, and walked towards Wen Cang.

"Director Wen? Is there anything good about the scene just now?" Wen Hong asked him suspiciously, still holding the unopened mouthwash in his hand.

Wen Cang pursed his lips, raised his hand to take the bottle of mouthwash from him, turned around and walked towards the flower bed outside the studio, Wen Hong followed without knowing why.

"Rinse your mouth." Wen Cang unscrewed the mouthwash bottle and stuffed it into Wen Hong's hand, his eyes fell on his red lips, he waited for Wen Hong to rinse his face three times in a daze before the unpredictability dissipated.

"Wen Cang?" No matter how dull Wen Hong was, he knew that it wasn't because of his emotions from the scene just now, so he frowned and looked up at him.

"I'm sorry," Wen Cang opened his mouth, but he sighed in self-annoyance, and Wen Hong was a little uncomfortable with the deliberate gentleness in his tone.He has hardly succumbed to anyone or explained anything, but now he understands that he needs to confess to Wen Hong those emotions that he would quietly hide in his heart, he paused, and his voice lowered, "Just now You acted very well in this scene, it is my own reason."

Wen Hong blinked, looked at him for a moment, and understood what he meant by "my own reasons".

Just like Shi Yanting, who is puffing up his cheeks and being coaxed by Fang Jinyan after rinsing his mouth, holding his hands in a good voice, even if Wen Cang wants the picture to be perfect, he will still be ashamed of Wen Hong because of the selfishness he has already expressed. Intimate scenes with other people feel irrepressibly unpleasant and somehow sour.

But only there.

He had no position to ask Wenhong for anything other than filming.

Thinking about it this way makes it even more sour.

"Hurry up and rest, there's another scene to be filmed later." After Wen Cang finished speaking, his eyes flicked past his lips again, then he turned around and went back to the studio's waiting room.

He walked back in a bit of a hurry, but Wen Hong felt a little cute for no reason, and couldn't help curling his lips.

Fang Jinyan didn't seem to coax Shi Yanting well yet. When Wen Hong returned to the set, he didn't see the two of them, so he sat next to him and read the script. By the way, he asked the makeup artist to touch up his makeup. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Director Wen was standing next to him with the script, talking to him in a low voice unintentionally: "There will be no such scenes in the next few rival scenes, and there is no need to make extra efforts..." Director Wen's narration this time is too obvious. Yes, Wen Hong wanted to laugh when he heard it, but he nodded seriously on his face and said, "Okay, I have heard the director's arrangement."

"...It's not that I want to arrange it." Wen Cang sat down next to him, and finally felt annoyed that he didn't seem to be very good at talking, and sighed again.

Wen Hong listened, covered half of his face with the script, bent his eyes, and laughed silently. Those beautiful eyes that were deliberately deepened by the makeup artist were full of light, but in Wen Cang's eyes, they were more beautiful than anyone else. Wen Hong under the camera would be amazed by his appearance.

Such a situation beyond his control made Wen Cang feel a little relieved for no reason. He looked at Wen Hong with a playful smile in his eyes, but felt that the barrier between himself and him seemed to have quietly dissipated. The person in front of him began to Be willing to pass on your true emotions to him.

The scene manager was organizing the filming of the next scene. When Wen Cang stood up while supporting Wen Hong's shoulders, the corners of his lips brushed against Wen Hong's ears. With some inexplicable meaning, he unexpectedly said bluntly: "Wen Hong, I'm a little jealous."

Wen Hong blinked, put down the script, stood up and prepared to walk into the field, looked at Wen Cang and raised his eyebrows, raised his jaw slightly, it was the willful and casual way he had for people close to him: "That's jealous. "

Then he pursed his lips with a smile and stepped up to the station he had set during the rehearsal.

Today is the award ceremony of Jin Canglan, and it happened to be the time when Wen Hong and Wen Cang met and got to know each other for the first time two years ago.

In two years, there can be a few TV series, a few movies, countless endorsement advertisements and magazine invitations. It is not long or short, but it is just enough to make the two of them go from disliked each other when they first met to now. Discovery is each other's muses.

And some things that Wen Cang gave enough time and Wen Hong really thought about, it is also time to make a clear choice.

When work was over in the evening, other actors asked Wen Cang to talk about the play, and Wen Hong, as always, did not intend to wait for Wen Cang, and went back to the hotel room by himself, but when Wen Cang came back, he saw Wen Cang leaning against the corridor at the door of the room Looking at the moon from the window sill.

Wen Cang stepped lightly, walked to his side, imitated his posture and leaned against the window sill: "Aren't you resting?"

Wen Hong leaned sideways on the window sill, facing Wen Cang, and asked without answering, "Why didn't Director Wen go to Golden Canglan today?"

Wen Cang also turned sideways to look at him, knowing that Wen Hong didn't want an answer like "Because I have to direct the play on the set today", he looked into Wen Hong's eyes, and there was obviously no change in expression on the chiseled handsome face. , but his stern appearance still moved the people he looked at seriously: "Because I have already found my hero."

Like what he said to Ding Tingqiu while watching Wen Hong on Golden Canglan a year ago: "This is my hero."

——It turns out that all the feelings and thoughts can be traced back to an earlier moment.

Wen Hong blinked, his painting-like eyebrows were coated with a soft color by the moonlight, he looked at Wen Cang, and smiled with his lips: "Wen Cang, I probably remembered it, I seem to have not seen it for a few months. I smelled your pheromones."

Between Alpha and Omega, pheromones are an overly private topic, and no matter which side brings it up first, it will have an unserious provocative color.

But Wen Cang understood the meaning of his words, it had nothing to do with ambiguity or eroticism.

For a few months, there is no temporary mark, and there is no fetter of pheromone, excluding all factors other than personal emotion and reason, just being themselves.

Wen Cang opened his mouth, and instantly understood what he said casually during the day, "That's jealous", and also understood that he was going to announce the "final result", but Wen Cang suddenly didn't want to hear it, and his voice was a little hoarse: "You can actually... Think again, I can wait."

Wen Hong raised his index finger and tapped his own lips, and made a gesture to signal him to keep quiet. Wen Cang immediately stopped speaking, his lips pursed into a line and his brows slightly furrowed made him look serious, but Wen Hong could It is easy to taste the uneasiness, apprehension and expectation under his solemn face.

Wen Cang was taller than him. Wen Hong stood up straight, twisted his neck, made a few crisp sounds, then raised his hand and grabbed Wen Cang's collar and pulled it in front of him. The distance was so close that the two could clearly feel it. To each other's warm breath.

"Two years, Wen Cang, you seemed very dissatisfied with me at this time two years ago," Wen Hong raised his eyebrows and continued, "Of course, I am too, but it's just inconvenient because of interpersonal relationships." Express it to you personally, and I won't worry about it in the future."

Wen Cang stared into his eyes, and could see his own appearance from his clear eyes, he resisted the urge to get closer: "You are my muse, Wen Hong."

"Want to hear my answer?" Wen Hong smiled.

Wen Cang said nothing, and clenched his fingers on the window sill, staring at Wen Hong for a moment with a bit of aggression.

Wen Hong stared at his brewing deep black eyes, moved forward a little and covered his lips, and after only a momentary soft touch, he leaned back a little, and nimbly pressed Wen Cang with one hand, subconsciously wanting to hug him. The arm on his waist, the sly light reflected in the beautiful eyes, licked his lips like aftertaste and said:

"I decided to follow my heart and just be your hero."