The actor he wrote by himself

The space inside the car was narrow, and the temperature rose rapidly. Guan Che's frozen hands gradually warmed up, and every cell was numb.

The alcohol that was suppressed by the cold wind gradually floated to his neck, and was about to erode his brain.

——I just started to faint.

Huo Xiuchi handed him the dress, and stepped back a few steps, leaning against the table near the car door.

A linen tablecloth was spread on the table, and several drinking glasses and wine glasses were placed on it.There is also a thermos and a few bottles of wine.

He has relatively high requirements for his own quality of life, so he made a very detailed modification to the interior of the RV.First of all, the floor is covered with soft bohemian-style thick carpets, and the kitchen stove and the like are all replaced with tables and tablecloths.There are candlesticks and flowers on it, a few books and some trinkets that he uses every day.

The tables and chairs on the opposite side, which were originally used for rest, were also replaced by low sofas and log coffee tables.There was a half-turned book on the coffee table, and a box of uneaten takeaway.

Wooden shelves are also nailed between the sofa and the top cabinet, where books, old discs, and album projectors are placed.

He has a sunroof, and the windows on the side of the car don’t need light transmission, so he pasted up the window and pasted an Edward Hopper painting, so it’s like hanging a painting on the wall.He also made a projection screen that was rolled up when not in use.

In this way, the projector allows him to watch movies in the car, open the windows, set up a vertical curtain, or sit outside and watch movies while having a picnic.

He really likes to watch all kinds of books and movies, so at least half of the cabinets here have been transformed into bookcases. In order to prevent bumps, they are all covered with elastic bands and iron fences like those in the suitcase.

There is a warm-colored LED light strip on the top of all the cabinets, which makes the interior space of his car very warm.

There is a curtain in the rest area, and there is nothing behind it. It is a very simple bed with a small hanger at the end of the bed for spare clothes.There are also piles of clothes on the forehead bed.

Guan Che was standing between the coffee table and the sofa, holding a dress in his hand.

The style of Tina's dresses was never for him to choose the shape and style, but only for the color.So his extra clothes have exactly the same pattern and layout design, only the color is different.

The silver color that Huo Xiuchi chose, the one in Guan Che's hand is dark red, which also has a velvet texture, so dark that it is almost impossible to see any red.

A dark red that matched his skin.Huo Xiuchi thought.

Guan Che took off his black suit jacket, and looked back at Huo Xiuchi a little cautiously.

Huo Xiuchi stared at him and said, "It's okay, just put it on the sofa."

Guan Che didn't know how to understand Huo Xiuchi's expression, but after thinking about it, he still put the dress on the ground.

He didn't want to dirty the place where Huo Xiuchi usually sat.

Huo Xiuchi watched his movements and thought in his heart: What a polite and good boy.

But he is not such a polite person—for example, now, his eyes seem to grow on Guan Che's back.Anyway, Guan Che turned his back to him, so he didn't care if he offended him or not.

Guan Che only wore two pieces.Once the coat is removed, only a white shirt remains.As he unbuttoned, the shirt on the back became looser and looser, and then slipped from his shoulders, exposing his shiny shoulder bones.

Huo Xiuchi's throat tightened.

He thought he should drink a glass of water now, he was so thirsty.

Guan Che's movements were very fast, but in Huo Xiuchi's eyes, it automatically changed to an upgraded shot.

He saw that there was no blemish on Guan Che's back, and he also saw that he had two waists, and there was a small mole in the left waist.

Just when Guan Che took off the black shirt of the new dress and was about to put it on, Huo Xiuchi finally regained some realistic thinking.

"Wait a minute." He called out to stop him.

Guan Che turned his head and turned half of his body sideways:?

……

pink.

Like cherries that have just been dyed by the spring breeze.

Huo Xiuchi lived for 32 years, a full 32 years.

There has never been a moment like this, when I was almost nosebleed by two small things.

He calmly covered up his lack of focus just now, pretending that he had no mental activity, and said, "It's dangerous for you to wear a shirt like this."

Guan Che's question mark changed from one to two.

"Wait for me." He walked towards Guan Che, opened the curtain without looking sideways, and found a folded black base layer in a small cabinet next to the bed.

——Also called autumn clothes that mothers all over the world want their children to wear.

He turned his head and handed it to Guan Che, facing him head-on, with fever in his ears.

"Thank you, Teacher Huo." Guan Che took it with both hands, and even bowed slightly.

Seeing Guan Che's collarbone, the actor couldn't help but want to give a thumbs up.

Huo Xiuchi took the initiative to explain: "Shirts are generally quite thin, especially light-colored shirts, which are easy to see through. So we usually wear a lining inside to avoid being photographed inappropriately by the media or fans. Winter You can wear it thicker, and wear a vest or short sleeves in summer.”

Guan Che thought to himself that in the past few years, there have been few media or fans to take pictures of himself, but there will be some in the future.

"Thank you, Teacher Huo." He thanked again sincerely, even his eyes were full of gratitude.

Huo Xiuchi smiled softly: "Maybe I can count how many times you will thank me tonight."

Guan Che put on his undershirt, and smiled embarrassedly: "That may be countless times. After all, I never thought that I would meet you today and accept your help."

"Wait a minute." Huo Xiuchi bent down again and took out a warm sticker from the storage box, and walked around behind him, "In your eyes, am I so scary?"

Guan Che shook his head: "No, I respect you very, very much."

He lowered his voice: "It's just that the distance is too far."

Huo Xiuchi's fingers touched his shoulder blades, slid all the way down the shoulder blades, stopped at the position of the heart on the back, gently pasted the warm patch, and then covered his hands, smoothing and fitting them together.

"Okay, the heart supplies blood to the whole body. If you don't want to post more, at least one will be posted at this position next time." Huo Xiuchi motioned him to continue wearing it.

"it is good."

Seeing that he opened his mouth to say thank you again, Huo Xiuchi interrupted: "You don't need to say thank you this time."

"If you think the distance is too far, try to get closer." Huo Xiuchi smiled, "I don't eat people."

Guan Che's heart was about to burst - the film king was not putting warm baby on himself, he was clearly injecting himself with chicken blood.

Guan Che pursed his lips: "I will definitely work hard!"

When Guan Che was changing his pants, Huo Xiuchi avoided the suspicion a little bit - he went to pour Guan Che a cup of hot water.

After putting on, Huo Xiuchi took a closer look at him. He had a dark red jacket, black shirt and trousers, and a dark red bow tie with a slight shimmer. He had a tall and straight figure and an outstanding temperament.

Huo Xiuchi nodded in praise and said, "It suits you very well."

The second half of what he didn't say was: If he wears another golden crown, he will be his little prince.

"Teacher Huo has a good vision." Guan Che boasted back.

"Take a break, drink this glass of water and go back to the venue." Huo Xiuchi handed him the water, and sat down on the sofa to rest.

Holding the water glass, Guan Che looked around the interior of Huo Xiuchi's car curiously.

His attention was first on the painting that sealed the car window: "Does Mr. Huo also appreciate Hope?"

Huo Xiuchi looked at him: "I really like it. You too?"

"Well, I studied Western modern art at school before." Guan Che said, "I traveled to New York the year before last and visited the Museum of Modern Art. I felt a kind of lonely power from his paintings."

"It's pretty good." Huo Xiuchi asked, "You opera writers still learn this?"

"There is only an introduction to art." Guan Che said, "I took this course as an elective. In this line of work, it is impossible to finish with just a little professional knowledge."

Huo Xiuchi nodded, agreeing with what he said.

But Guan Che quickly asked in surprise: "Mr. Huo, how do you know that I study opera?"

Huo Xiuchi: ...

Huo Xiuchi: "I met you a few years ago."

"Oh..." Guan Che recalled with difficulty for a while, "I'm sorry, I don't have the memory."

If he stayed with him for a while longer, Huo Xiuchi probably would have leaked all of his old secrets.He stood up and walked towards the car door: "Let's go, go back."

But Guan Che was obviously attracted by a book, he moved to the bookshelf and asked, "Mr. Huo, can I touch your book?"

Huo Xiuchi stopped by the door: "Of course."

Guan Che carefully took out a book, it was a very old book, the paper was already yellow to a kind of brown.A plain blue cover with two yellow realistic hands.

"My God, I've always wanted to read this book." Guan Che asked sincerely, "Mr. Huo, where did you buy this book? I want to buy one too."

"This version seems to be out of print. I was filming abroad last year and found it in a second-hand bookstore." Huo Xiuchi replied truthfully, "If you want to read it, I can give it to you." "No, no, no," Guan Che repeatedly refused, "I have owed too much to Mr. Huo today, and I can't ask you for another book, and you recited it all the way back."

Huo Xiuchi thought in his heart that I would just give you another library.

"It's okay, I've already read this book." Huo Xiuchi said, "It's not convenient to carry it now, come back with me to pick it up after the event. Or give me an address, and I'll ask my assistant to send it to you."

In his words, he gave Guan Che an option, but he didn't give the option of refusing.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Huo. I'd rather be obedient than respectful." Guan Che said, took out his mobile phone, and opened the memo, "If it's convenient, Mr. Huo can also give me an address. You bring it."

Huo Xiuchi stared at his serious and respectful appearance, and smiled slowly.

He couldn't help but patted Guan Che's head, and at the same time he was bewildered by this little penguin, he said, "I have already taken out my mobile phone, why don't you ask me for a WeChat?"

After that, seeing Guan Che standing still, he continued to seduce: "I really want my WeChat account."