He is like warm mountains and soft waters

The sound of glass breaking, clanging.

It came from the living room.

Mu Chi straightened up, sat on the bed for a while, and then walked out of the room with very light footsteps.

Once in the living room, Mu Chi's eyes were gloomy for a moment.

Ye Zhuo really stood by the table, it looked like he had just finished pouring water, the kettle was still on the table, but the glass was already lying quietly on the ground.

Ye Zhuo lowered his head and stared at the fragments on the ground, wondering what he was thinking.The window was opened, and the spring breeze passed through the thin curtains, stirring the hair on his neck and forehead.

Only the standing lamp in the corner was dimly on, and Ye Zhuo was covered by a large shadow. Mu Chi stared at those shadows without taking his eyes off it.

He wanted to draw light from Ye Zhuo, but Ye Zhuo should also have his own sadness.He and Ye Zhuo are independent individuals, and he still cannot enter Ye Zhuo's spiritual world.Why did he ask Ye Zhuo to be considerate of his emotions.What's more, Mu Chi felt that if his heart was dissected, he might be regarded as mentally ill.

"Ye Zhuo." Mu Chi called out.

Ye Zhuo seemed to wake up, raised his head and looked at Mu Chi, "Get up and drink some water, did you wake you up?"

Mu Chi walked over, bent down, and picked up the debris on the ground.

"Mu Chi, don't pick it up." Ye Zhuo also bent down and grabbed Mu Chi's hand, feeling the cool temperature.

His hand held Mu Chi's fingers, his joints were sharp and slightly awkward.Mu Chi looked up into Ye Zhuo's eyes.His eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the world was surging in his eyes.

"Ye Zhuo", he said in a low voice, "...it's my fault."

In Ye Zhuo's eyes, the pool of deep water rolled silently.

In fact, Ye Zhuo could feel Mu Chi's grievances, and even Mu Chi's grievances were often kept calm.Sometimes he looks like he doesn't care about anything, and sometimes he is so exquisite and considerate that people are at a loss.

Such a person gets tired easily when getting along.

But obviously this person is so wronged, but he still talks to him in such a weak tone.

Ye Zhuo felt a dull pain in his heart.

"Mu Chi, I..."

Ye Zhuo hadn't really spoken yet.

Mu Chi suddenly withdrew his hand and grabbed Ye Zhuo's clothes.Ye Zhuo lowered his head slightly in surprise, but Mu Chi leaned forward and bit his lip.He hurriedly pressed Mu Chi's back, allowing the two to kiss deeper.

After parting, Mu Chi looked at Ye Zhuo steadily, with grievances in his eyes, "Ye Zhuo, I'm a little scared." Mu Chi's voice was hoarse, his eyes were foggy, revealing some weak temptations.

Ye Zhuo patted Mu Chi's back lightly, and said in a gentle tone, "Just look at me and you won't be afraid."

He didn't ask Mu Chi what he was afraid of, Ye Zhuo didn't want to be self-defeating for Mu Chi's weakness that he finally showed.He secretly thought that he could treat Mu Chi better.

When Ye Zhuo told Mu Chi that Director Wang intended to find him when the filming of his new film started.Mu Chi is in the garden of the villa. Begonias and peonies are in full bloom in the garden. The begonias are gorgeous and elegant, soft and red, the peonies are white as dew, and the jade bones are ice-hearted.

Mu Chi frowned: "Could it be you who invested. Why would Director Wang be willing to ask me to make movies again and again."

Ye Zhuo raised his hand, and smoothed Mu Chi's hair that had been curled up by the flower branches, and laughed: "That's because our Ah Chi has a good figure and temperament, Director Wang can't wait for it, it mainly depends on your wishes."

"Ye Zhuo, I'm more inclined to think that this is your wish. You must see that I eat and drink for nothing."

"If you want, I'd be very happy. The key is, do you want me to support you?"

"Uh..." is often better than Shameless Ye Zhuo.

Mu Chi silently turned to his side, admiring the scenery.The begonias are gorgeous and elegant, the white peonies are like dew and the common peonies are like snow, and the begonias are full of blood, intertwined into a beautiful scenery.

"How did you plant white peonies?" Mu Chi paid a little attention and found that these peonies had been transplanted, which should have been transplanted by Ye Zhuo after he bought the villa.

"Madam Ye's handwriting, I can't help it. After a long time, it's pretty good."

"That's it." Mu Chi said in a low voice.

"It was transplanted from Ye Mansion. If you like it, I will take you there when I have a chance." Ye Zhuo's voice was warm and cool.

In fact, Ye Zhuo didn't like these things very much when he was young. In the category of flowers, he prefers flowers that can be touched easily.When he was young, he really wanted to plant orchids in the yard, but his mother preferred white peonies. Later, his father felt that white was a bit monotonous, so he added crabapples.

Ye Zhuo doubted his previous aesthetics. Then he thought about it, he was so small and short at that time, and the flowers on the tree were too tall for him, so he was just blind.

When Director Wang asked Ye Zhuo to talk, he happened to hear Mu Chi's voice next to him.

This turned from a private meeting of two people into a dinner party of three people.

The location of Mianji is in Youyuan. The decoration of Youyuan is simple and unsophisticated. As soon as you enter the yard, you can see many small and exquisite rocks and green plants to form a beautiful landscape. It is like walking into an ancient garden. The windows seem to be glued to the silhouette of the deep garden, which has a sense of privacy.

The waiter led Ye Zhuo and Mu Chi into the compartment of Graceland.

Director Wang had already sat for a while, with his back to them.

From Ye Zhuo's gaze, Director Wang was listening to the little song in a good mood.

At this time, in the cubicle, besides Director Wang, there was already a handsome man in ancient costume playing the music. The scene is all in my heart.

When Mu Chi caught a glimpse of the handsome man, he touched his brows imperceptibly.I wanted to sit in the back seat.Unexpectedly, Ye Zhuo grabbed his hand, and Mu Chi struggled a little bit, but couldn't break free.He had no choice but to let Ye Zhuo pull him to sit opposite Director Wang.

Director Wang and Ye Zhuo were talking about the project, while Mu Chi on the side was bored and listened to the music from time to time.

Played to "Fishing Boat Singing Evening".

In the evening scene of the ancient Jiangnan water town, fishing boats return to sail one after another, and singing sounds are everywhere on the river.This artistic conception is somewhat different from the Jiangnan water town where Mu Chi lives now.

But in the sound of the zither, Mu Chi slowly raised his head, turned sideways, and looked at the handsome man in ancient costume playing the piano, his eyes were calm.

The lights in the cubicle were dim, and the blurred light was reflected on Mu Chi's side face. Half of his figure was hidden in the shadows, silent and gloomy.

This song is a bit cheerful, but also lonely.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyelashes were long and covered, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

After the song was over, Mu Chi came back to his senses.

Seeing Director Wang looking at him with relief.And Ye Zhuo is trying to cover up the infatuation that still remains on his face.

Mu Chi felt uneasy again.

"The male second's success lies in his previous experience in the world. His aura is purely formed after being polished by the world. Mr. Ye, this fits Mu Chi too well," Director Wang said.

Director Wang was responding to what Ye Zhuo just said casually, why did he think of letting Mu Chi come to play the role, this drama is a big production.

Director Wang paid more attention to Mu Chi's expression and movements just now, and added his observation of Mu Chi's last filming.Director Wang feels that Mu Chi is not blind to world affairs, but because of his transparency, he can easily see people's hearts and the purpose of people's behavior.

However, he just quietly stood aside, knowing the world but not the world.This is Director Wang's opinion that he tends to wishful thinking and thinks he has the best of both worlds.

This new play is an overhead history, but its historical accumulation is mostly based on the Tang Dynasty's decline and decline. It is not only the joy of seeing all the flowers in Chang'an in one day, but also the deep sorrow of the city's spring vegetation.

Chang'an was the capital of ancient China for many generations, and the imperial capital was prosperous, especially during the heyday of the Tang Dynasty. The scene of Chang'an was often seen in Li Bai's poems.

It's a pity that the afterglow of the setting sun is left in the play.The title is "Song of Silence", and the main storyline tells the story of the ancient mysterious princess Conxi and her younger brother Kong Jing who were separated during the national disaster. Later, Princess Conxi looked for her younger brother, but she was involved in the imperial chaos of the Xuan Dynasty, and had a relationship with the royal prince Chu Linlie. The love-hate entanglement between them.

The plot is remarkable, but when it comes to director Wang, I don't know what kind of ideological connotation film it has been adapted into, and a new dark line is added.

The hero had been to Chaoge when he was young, and there was only ruins left in the mysterious and magnificent city of Chaoge in the past. The hero found a painting in the ruins. It is full of mandosahua, and at the gate of the city, there is only a beautiful figure, whose body is dyed red, not blood, but the color of the setting sun. Year after year, that painting dream always appears in Chu Linlie's dream The scene in the painting, until he met the person in the painting—Princess Kong Xi, but what Chu Linlie didn't know was that the person who painted this painting was—Kong Jing.

Mu Chi was reading the script, Ye Zhuo leaned over to take a look, his face became darker and darker.

Why does the second male and the first male seem to have a flirtatious basic love, while the second male and the first female have perverted little feelings that are more than family affection but not full of lovers.

Looking at Mu Chi's calm face, the movement of turning pages is also pleasing to the eye, but Ye Zhuo's mood is not pleasing to the eye.

He snatched the script from Mu Chi's hand, and there was a big line on the cover.

Ye Zhuo's face returned to normal instead, which was a sign of the imminent rain.

His voice was low and slow, twisting into a knot in Mu Chi's ear, causing a lot of heat.

"The film is about 'Do you love the person in the painting? Or the person who made the painting?'"

Mu Chi raised his head and looked at Ye Zhuo steadfastly. It was the first time he saw the strange emotion surging under Ye Zhuo's warm appearance.

He didn't dare and didn't want to interpret it presumptuously, and lightly covered half of his eyes, trying to convey his views on the characters in the play to Ye Zhuo: "This is not the theme of the movie, it's just a question that troubled the hero in the end, but Kong Jing is clear from beginning to end, what he wants to protect, even death cannot change it."

"But why do I see that there is a faint ambiguity between the first male and the second male." Ye Zhuo said coolly.

The ambiguity can be seen before the filming of the scene, Mu Chi wanted to complain quietly.On the one hand, he said seriously: ambiguity should be a two-sided behavior, unilateral is not called ambiguity, it is often a kind of illusion produced by the empathy of something, so what you said is not true. "

"What about you, have you ever had an illusion in your heart?" Ye Zhuo put the script on the side table, and stopped discussing the script with Mu Chi, since it wasn't him who filmed it anyway, and asked about Mu Chi's personal affairs instead.

"No." Mu Chi simply replied two words, and felt that Ye Zhuo was a little strange recently, such an answer seemed to be perfunctory.He thought for a moment, and added a few words, "There may be complex feelings between two sexes or between the same sex due to various inducements and the direction of the results. These inducements, processes and even results, I have never I have paid attention to it, and I am not entangled. Probably because the things I eagerly desire have never been these.”

Ye Zhuo looked at Mu Chi, but didn't answer.Are not these the most common sorrows of mortals?