Immersive performance [entertainment circle]

Zhongqin was originally sitting on his knees, with his upper body straight and slightly taller than Ji Shuyuan. Looking from top to bottom, the man's face was as sharp as a knife, and his eyes were extremely aggressive.

Later, he couldn't stand it any longer, so he weakened and could only lie on Ji Shuyuan's shoulder.

"Didn't you say..." he asked in a low voice, "Do you want me to wear a suit?"

"Next time." Ji Shuyuan stroked his hair, "I won't bother you today."

"There are not many next times." Zhongqin said, "The movie is almost finished, Mr. Ji."

Ji Shuyuan didn't respond.

Zhongqin didn't want to spoil the fun at this time, so he skipped the topic, grabbed his shoulders, and whispered in his ear: "Mr. Ji has really good hands, especially suitable for playing the piano."

Ji Shuyuan noticed that there was something in his words, and paused: "What?"

"I just lift the iron every day, and my hands have too many calluses." Zhongqin took a breath, "Good brother, change something, it hurts me a bit."

"If you don't do it now, it will hurt more later."

Zhongqin said with a smile: "Peaches are not afraid."

"..." Ji Shuyuan stopped completely and glanced at him, "You really are not afraid of death."

"Sigh." Zhongqin sighed, "I'm just afraid of pain. Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. I adapt quickly."

Ji Shuyuan raised his hand to hold his neck.

Feeling the moisture, Zhongqin shrank his neck in disgust, took out a piece of paper and wiped it, complaining: "It's not a good place to rub every time."

Ji Shuyuan curled his lips: "I also despise my own."

"Why don't you dislike it?" Zhongqin glanced at him, "Could it be possible that you drink your own footwashing water?"

"Talk to you well, and it's on the bar again." Ji Shuyuan pinched the back of his neck punishingly, "Who did I learn from."

"I have been fighting since I was a child."

Zhongqin tore off his hand, rubbed his palm carefully, shook his head and said, "I'll bring you a box of hand masks next time——Big star, every part of your body is very valuable, why are you so careless? Maintenance?"

"You can't see it on the camera, as long as it looks good when you take a picture." After a pause, Ji Shuyuan said, "I've never touched others like this before. If you really feel uncomfortable, I'll take care of you when I'm free."

"Okay." Zhongqin said with a smile, "Then you try to do it with one hand and not do it with one hand, so that I can have two feelings. After all, sometimes I feel quite..."

Can't say anything after that.

Zhongqin rested his forehead on Ji Shuyuan's shoulder, sweat dripped out quickly, and it took him a while to make a sound: "You are so fierce..."

"You don't like it?"

"..."

"Every time I'm in a bad mood, I take the initiative and ask me to be more aggressive when I cry." Ji Shuyuan kissed his face sideways, "Do you think I can't see it, Juan?"

Zhongqin's throat choked: "...I'm not in a bad mood right now."

"I mean just now, when you begged me."

"..."

"I can be a venting tool, after all, I also enjoy it." Ji Shuyuan said, "But not when you are sick or injured, because I don't 'joy' at that time."

"……Um."

"So remember not to provoke me with words next time." Ji Shuyuan said lightly, "Those words can't achieve other effects except to make me want to beat you up."

Zhongqin couldn't believe it: "...you still beat me up when you're sick?"

"Save, delay the punishment." Ji Shuyuan said turning over and pressing him down, and said in a deep voice, "For example now."

"Don't..." Zhongqin's head suddenly hit the head of the bed. Although it was soft, it also made him dizzy.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to push him, but before he could react, Ji Shuyuan took out the red ribbon he had used for his birthday from somewhere, pinched his wrists, wrapped the ribbon seven or eight times, and tied it with a knot.

"This, this is part of the gift..." Zhongqin's eyes widened, his face flushed with anger, "If you can't untie it in a while, don't talk to me for the next half a month!"

"You can still worry about this." Ji Shuyuan held the ribbon around his neck with his hands, and said with lowered eyes, "Worry about yourself, Juan."

Zhongqin sniffed, pouted and wanted to cry, but Ji Shuyuan mercilessly stopped him back: "This trick is useless today."

"...as if it was useful before!"

Ji Shuyuan didn't reply, but leaned over and bit his lip.

The tooth marks on Zhongqin's neck are still faintly traced, and the red marks all over his body have not dissipated yet.

Although he doesn't have a job tomorrow, he will have it the day after tomorrow, so he can't overindulge today.

Ji Shuyuan could only vent all his forbearing emotions in one place.

In fact, he is more interested today than yesterday, because that advertisement made him see a different side of Zhongqin.

Since the first meeting, Zhongqin has always maintained a rambunctious image, including in the play, Shi Huaian is not a reserved character.

But the Zhongqin in the ad is completely different.

Ji Shuyuan has never had time to review his previous works, so this is the first time he has seen him like this.

A cold and noble son who is out of the world and indifferent, as if noble and unattainable.

The thick black and red colors made him almost pale, making him more delicate and fragile.

Obviously it is only presented visually, but it seems to be able to reap other sensory impacts at the same time, smelling the cold and rich aroma of wintersweet in winter nights.

So I want to dye him various chaotic colors, and I also want to give him a higher temperature.

She wanted to swallow him upright, but also wanted to protect him carefully.

Ji Shuyuan lowered his head to hold a tear that rolled down on his earlobe, and then kissed along the tear trail to the end of his eye.

His lips were hot and moist, even though he moved gently, it still made Zhongqin want to shrink back.

But Ji Shuyuan didn't let him go, and pressed him to his chest without moving.

"Good brother...good man..." Zhongqin pleaded, "I made a mistake, I won't dare to do it next time... just forgive me..."

Ji Shuyuan hugged him tightly and pressed his cheek to his, but didn't answer.

So Zhongqin gradually stopped begging him, and couldn't utter anything but crying.

The warm air from the air conditioner only had the opposite effect at this time, the pillow was wet, and sweat and tears could not be distinguished.

Ji Shuyuan put the almost fainted person into the bathtub, and turned around and changed the pillows and sheets.

Looking back, Zhongqin has already fallen asleep lying on the edge of the bathtub.

Because his hair was all wet with sweat, Ji Shuyuan had no choice but to help him wash his hair, blow dry it, and toss for more than an hour before finishing.

It was rare for him to feel a little tired himself, but lying on the bed without any sleepiness, his mind was full of this person leaving tomorrow.

The last time I was separated for two days, I felt it was hard to bear, how can I live for half a month.

Ji Shuyuan pinched Zhongqin's chin, brushed his thumb lightly over his thick eyelashes, and thought: This little heartless thing, after half a month, I might even forget what I look like.

He moved closer, but before he could kiss anyone, Zhongqin rolled into his arms on his own initiative, still murmuring unconsciously: "It's broken...don't do it."

The soft hair rubbed his throat itchy, Ji Shuyuan asked amusedly, "What's wrong?"

Zhongqin didn't wake up, so naturally he couldn't hear his question, and was still murmuring habitually: "It's swollen...Mr. Ji...is already swollen..."

Ji Shuyuan touched his lips, indeed, it was also swollen.

My emotions are a little out of control tonight, on the one hand because I was pissed off by him earlier, and on the other hand because he is leaving tomorrow.

Thinking of not being able to see each other for half a month, the irrational impulse in Ji Shuyuan's mind kept clamoring for him to simply take him out of his arms.

Fortunately, he didn't really dismantle him, but I guess it's not much worse.

Zhong Qin might have to ask his assistant to help him go to the airport tomorrow night.

Ji Shuyuan regretted it a bit, but if he did it all over again, he should still not be able to control it well.

Ugh.

Definitely next time.

When Zhongqin woke up in the morning, Ji Shuyuan was no longer by his side, but Mao Qirui was sitting in the chair next to him with his legs crossed, playing games.

He froze for a moment, he didn't expect Ji Shuyuan to be willing to let others in.

In fact, when he came back to catch up on sleep yesterday morning, Ji Shuyuan also asked if he wanted an assistant, but he refused, because he knew the state yesterday, and he would fall asleep immediately after touching the bed. After waking up, there is almost no need to go back to sleep.

Today's state is more tired than yesterday's state, and with Ji Shuyuan's company at night, he always sleeps deeply, and he didn't need an assistant to accompany him.

——It seems that yesterday's illness did frighten Ji Shuyuan a lot.

It was already afternoon, Zhongqin got up and had lunch, then started to pack his luggage and prepare to leave.

Because I won't be coming back later, there are a lot of things to pack.

The two assistants and himself worked hard for half an afternoon before finishing, and set off from the hotel in the evening.

It stands to reason that Zhongqin should have gone to the set to say goodbye to everyone, but these days he has to shoot an arson scene, so he couldn't go there, so he had to sit in the car and send a message.

There were too many people, so he was too lazy to be poked, so he said a few words in the group, and then cut out to have a private chat with Ji Shuyuan.

There was no immediate reply, it should be on stage.

The arson scene should have been filmed before, but on the day the old emperor and Shi Huaian died one after another, Jiang Yu burned the palace down at night.

It is set that cremation is not popular in this dynasty, so this paragraph can be understood as Jiang Yu hated the emperor and didn't want to leave the emperor's whole body.

But it can also be understood that Jiang Yu had feelings for Shi Huaian, so he vented revenge.

As for how to explain it, it depends on the audience's own understanding.

In addition, this scene also symbolizes that Jiang Yu completely burned his own impulses and desires, and has since become a rational and indifferent emperor.

It is a more important transition period, so the shooting process is also more meticulous.

When the filming of this scene was over, Zhongqin's work was almost finished, and there was only one stage for singing and dancing at the Lantern Festival Gala.

Joining the group for more than half a year caused him to neglect singing and dancing, so for the past half month, apart from work, he stayed in the rehearsal room, and he could only look at his phone for a while before going to bed every day.

Ji Shuyuan is as busy as he is, and the chat records between the two of them for half a month are only a handful, and sometimes they don't even have time to say good morning and good night.

Zhongqin never knew the feeling of longing was so hard to bear, he was thinking about Ji Shuyuan in almost every gap between work and practice.

The more tired and busier you are, the more you will backlash when you rest.

The day before the party, when eating at noon, Zhongqin sat directly on the floor of the practice room, leaning against the hard and cold wall, and missed Ji Shuyuan's warm and comfortable chest and legs in his heart. After lying on the ground and squinting for a while, I got up and practiced dancing again.

Mao Qirui stood on the stool in the back, holding up his mobile phone to help him take a video, so that he can review it later.

Zhongqin came over to drink water during a break, and asked Mao Qirui to tune out the video. After watching it, an idea suddenly popped into his mind.

"It's okay this time, I'll dance it again in a while."

Zhongqin put down the water bottle, picked up his clothes and wiped his sweat, his lean abdominal muscles flashed.

Mao Qirui glanced enviously, then lowered his head and grabbed his soft belly.

"What are you doing, listen to me." Zhongqin smiled and snapped his fingers in front of him, and ordered, "Record better this time, don't shake your hands, I will post a practice room version on Weibo in a few days .”

"Ah?" Mao Qirui was stunned, "Then...how about I go to the photography department and call someone over?"

"No, you can take pictures with your mobile phone." Zhongqin raised his hand, "It's just this height, just enough to block your face."

"This can only cover half of it." Mao Qirui said shyly, "Brother Qin, you have so many fans, why don't you let me be on camera?"

"You think they haven't seen you?" Zhongqin glanced at him, "Wake up, you have already debuted in the airport photo."

"..."

"Okay." Zhongqin patted him on the shoulder, "Take it well, it's okay, if it doesn't work, just take it a few more times."

"……All right."

Mao Qirui used to have mediocre photography skills, but after joining the company, he slowly started to learn because of work needs.

In the past, how could he think of being an assistant and a part-time photographer. It was only later that he realized that most of the daily videos sent out by the studio were shot by the assistant.

Of course, most of the material is actually useless, and maybe only a few seconds can be cut into a week’s worth of video, but even so, Feng Qin often asked him to take out his mobile phone to shoot Zhongqin when he was free, and he had to set a regular schedule every day. Send materials to the company.

When Mao Qirui and Tian Jie posted a video, they said that it is not so easy to be a big star. They live in the camera all the time. Even if the video is not sent out, many people in the company can still see it. There is no privacy.

Then Tian Jie winked at him: "So you have to know what materials can be handed in and what materials can't be handed in."

Mao Qirui remembered the incident between Zhongqin and Ji Shuyuan, and quickly pinched his mouth and made an OK gesture.

In an instant, I felt that a little assistant of myself could hold the power of life and death over a big star.

Of course, he considers himself loyal to Zhongqin, not to mention other people, even Feng Qin's words are not as effective as Tian Jie's words, or even Ji Shuyuan's words.

He is a bit of a helper, and after getting along with Zhongqin and Tian Jie for a long time, he has a deeper bond. Coupled with the special relationship between Ji Shuyuan and Zhongqin, he feels that Feng Qin must be regarded as half an "outsider".

As for Zhongqin himself, of course it is more important. Basically, Zhongqin will do whatever he says.

Let him be on camera as soon as he is on camera, and he still has the awareness of being a top-notch assistant.

Now Mao Qirui's shooting level is not bad, but his hands are really not that steady, and he is a little nervous, so the pictures shake a few places.

Zhongqin felt dissatisfied and asked him to reshoot.

After taking three consecutive shots, Zhongqin nodded and asked him to send the video to himself.

Mao Qirui felt strange: "Don't you send it directly to the company?"

Zhongqin wiped the sweat from his hands, picked up the phone and said, "Send it to me first."

Mao Qirui didn't ask any more questions: "Okay."

Zhongqin opened it and read it carefully, then nodded: "Yes."

Then he directly forwarded the video to Ji Shuyuan, and without waiting for a reply, he quickly threw the phone aside and continued to practice.

In the evening, Feng Qin came over and knocked on the door and said, "Okay, there are two rehearsals tomorrow during the day, let's stop here today, and go back tonight to rest early and recharge your batteries."

Zhongqin nodded in response.

Although he also had a few singing and dancing stages a few days ago, they were all just recordings, and the broadcast will have to wait for a while. The Lantern Festival Gala will be broadcast live on satellite TV, so tomorrow will be the first time he has formally faced the public since he has been silent for more than half a year. Treat with caution.

After leaving the rehearsal room, Zhongqin and Mao Qirui went to the company cafeteria for dinner, and they didn't dare to look at their mobile phones halfway.

Because he was worried that he would not be able to help but show some expression that he shouldn't have when he saw Ji Shuyuan's news, so every time he contacted Ji Shuyuan, he tried to choose when he was alone.

After leaving the company, Mao Qirui sent him home, and Tian Jie came to take over.

Zhongqin got into the bathroom and pretended to take a shower, but actually sat on the toilet and looked at his phone.

However, Ji Shuyuan made him very disappointed, and he only replied with one sentence: 【The dance is very good, I wish the performance tomorrow a smooth one. 】

Zhongqin was so angry that he tossed his phone on the shelf, out of sight and out of mind.

After taking a shower, it was only a quarter past eight. Zhongqin lay on the bed and replied to Ji Shuyuan: [Good night. 】

Ji Shuyuan replied in seconds: [I wish you a good sleep. 】

"I wish you a head!" Zhongqin cursed, and threw the phone beside Tian Jie, "You keep it for me."

"Ah?" Tian Jie was stunned for a moment, then realized with a smile, "Teacher Ji may be busy."

Zhongqin buried his head under the quilt and cursed in a muffled voice, "None of my business!"

Tian Jie secretly sent a message to Ji Shuyuan: [What did you say?Make him very angry]

Ji Shuyuan replied with a full stop.

Tian Jie thought to himself who would not be angry?

Early the next morning, Zhongqin got up and rushed to the recording site. He glanced at the phone, but there was still no response from Ji Shuyuan, so he turned off the phone completely, and then handed the phone to Feng Qin, intending to ignore that person for the whole day.

The program group has one rehearsal in the morning, one rehearsal in the afternoon, and the official performance in the evening.

Zhongqin practiced a few more times between rehearsals, but he didn't dare to practice too much. The rest of the time he either took a nap, or listened to the staff talking about various arrangements.

His program was scheduled earlier, at 08:30, it was the first singing and dancing program.

Before eight o'clock, Zhongqin was waiting backstage, and the staff had been busy adjusting his earphones and microphones.

Today's first song is a new song, and the dance is also newly choreographed. In order to cater to the festive atmosphere, the style is lighter.

The clothes match the singing and dancing. His hair color is pure black, but there are some small red sequins on the ends of the hair. He wears a red shirt made of silk fabric on the upper body. Wearing a silver clavicle chain, the lower body is black jeans, the fabric is more elastic, easy to dance.

In order to prevent too much movement from messing up his clothes, Zhongqin also specially wore shirt clips on his legs - small props commonly used by idols when they sing and dance. He has a drawer full of various kinds at home.

The stage makeup is very heavy, and Zhong Qin often even appears in the film without makeup. He hasn’t put on such heavy makeup for a long time, and he is a little unaccustomed.

Finally when the time came, Zhongqin took two deep breaths and stepped onto the stage when the lights were completely dimmed.

As the music started, orange lights fell from overhead, and a slender and straight figure appeared in the light beam, like a brilliant and gorgeous phoenix tree.

He lowered his head slightly, and the light covered his whole body with a layer of gold, making him look holy and unapproachable like a god.

However, looking up the next second, he showed a faint smile towards the camera, his brows and eyes melted, and his pupils were brightly illuminated by the light, as if they were filled with spring water.

The auditorium burst into cheers like drums. The fans hadn't seen their idols for a long time, and they were all crazy at the moment, and the audience was full of voices shouting "Zhongqin".

He has a whole new look on stage.

It is extremely aggressive, flamboyant and ostentatious. Every movement is full of strength at the stepping point, but it seems boneless at the soft point.

People who are usually lazy and tired of walking, but now they seem to have infinite vitality, and their aura is so strong that they can control the huge stage without a backup dancer.

So fans always say that he shines on stage, and it really seems to be shining.

After the song is over, the dance is over, the lights are dimmed, and the staff will hand the microphone up.

This time Zhongqin has two songs on the stage, the front one is the lead dance, and the second one is the lead singer.

The stage lights turned on with the prelude, and this time it turned into a soft and moist white light, covering Zhongqin in a cloud-like atmosphere.

The elevating stage slowly rose to knee height, and Zhongqin stepped back a few steps to sit on the elevating stage, holding the microphone to his lips, and the cuffs of his shirt fell down, revealing his thin forearm.

The second song was more soothing. The auditorium swayed to the rhythm of the song with little lights left and right. It was originally the light of a mobile phone flashlight, but it happened to be the color of Zhongqin's support.

His cheering color was originally white, but in order to distinguish it from other idols, fans called this white "cloud white".

Among other things, it is really convenient to cheer on the stage every time. You don't need to hide the light board like other fans, and it is enough to bring a mobile phone.

As commented on the Internet, Zhongqin's singing skills are not very outstanding, but he is born with a good voice, high singing quotient, and has his own uniqueness, especially when listening to it live, it is easy to attract people.

Of course, what is more attractive is still the visual beauty.

The auditorium circled the stage for half a circle, and most people could only see Zhongqin's front. The audience on both sides could see the side, but if they wanted to see the back, they had to stand in the backstage.

Under the light, Zhongqin's back looked extraordinarily thin.

Dancing in front made his clothes all sweaty, especially his back, which made it easy for light to penetrate. If you look closely, you can tell that he is wearing a vest under his shirt.

But the main function of the vest is to prevent the front from being exposed, and you can still see the two beautiful butterfly ribs he hides in the shirt behind.

And the looming waist, which is especially thin by the hip bones.

This waist was like a tough willow when it was dancing just now, and any movements it made were full of beauty and were extremely powerful.

Only Ji Shuyuan knew how fatal it would be to soften his waist.

At the end of the 7-minute performance, Zhongqin blew a kiss to the fans and left the stage with screams.

Mao Qirui handed him two tissues. Zhongqin wiped his sweat while walking, and was about to turn a corner when Mao Qirui grabbed his arm.

"Huh?" Zhongqin turned his head.

"That..." Mao Qirui rubbed his nose, and his voice was a little unnaturally loud, as if deliberately speaking to the people around him, "Sister Qin has something to ask you, so you can tell her in the car."

Zhongqin frowned: "Is there anything we can't talk about in the lounge?"

"I don't know either, maybe there's something in the car that she doesn't bother to take." Mao Qirui winked at him desperately, "Anyway, you'll know if you go."

Zhongqin hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "All right."

"Go to another car." Mao Qirui lowered his voice this time, "There is an illegitimate student in our car."

Zhongqin nodded, followed him around east and west, and finally arrived at the underground parking lot, where he stopped in front of an unfamiliar nanny car.

"This is……"

Mao Qirui opened the door: "You will know when you go up."

Zhongqin looked at him hesitantly, but finally chose to trust him, and got into the car with a bow.

Mao Qirui closed the car door from the outside, and the inside of the car was plunged into darkness.

Before Zhongqin got used to it, his waist tightened suddenly, and then he fell into a warm embrace——

"Who?!"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, before the other party answered, Zhongqin felt that this embrace was very familiar, and blurted out: "Ji..."

The man didn't say a word, he pinched his chin and bit it hard.

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感谢在2021-10-1722:13:49~2021-10-1918:27:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 1 Luoluo;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Soft Kiss; 1 bottle of Changxue;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!