Immersive performance [entertainment circle]

Zhongqin didn't dare to raise his eyes when he was speaking, half of his face was still hidden in Ji Shuyuan's broad palm below the bridge of his nose.

Ji Shuyuan originally let him use that hand as a fortress to hide his emotions, but after hearing those words, it seemed that he didn't intend to continue pampering him.

"The last sentence, the first half of the sentence." The thin forearm broke free from the restraint, the palm turned ninety degrees on his face, and the thumb just pressed on the bright red lips, "I didn't catch it just now, please repeat it again. "

Zhongqin didn't have to think about it, it was obvious what the other party wanted to hear, but his lips were numb from being pressed, and he couldn't repeat the words again.

I can't tell what kind of psychology it is. He was seldom shy when he didn't establish a relationship before, but now he can't even say "like".

He even dared to stick out the tip of his tongue to lick his fingertips against his lips, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make any sound in a daze.

Ji Shuyuan obviously couldn't resist flirting right now, his eyes immediately darkened when he was hooked by that movement.

He let go of Zhongqin's face, turned on the faucet casually, bent over and rinsed his mouth.

There were drops of water all over his chin, and when he raised his head, the wetness spread from his neck to his collar.

Ji Shuyuan ignored it completely, pinched Zhongqin's face again, and kissed him forcefully.

Soon, the cold watered tongue re-wrapped the temperature.

Zhongqin was in pain from being bitten, so he could not make a sound.

The contents of the pot were gurgling, and the steam was scrambling to get out, and the lid made a rhythmic flapping sound.

The whole room is filled with white misty "fireworks".

Zhongqin took two steps back and leaned against the edge of the logic table, Ji Shuyuan held his upright neck in his hands, and he held the part that involved his mind in his mouth.

During the tumult, damp mist filled Zhongqin's eyes, and he seemed to be getting out of hand again. He turned his head with difficulty, glanced at the stove fire, and panted softly, "The pot is ready..."

Ji Shuyuan stretched out his hand to turn off the fire, still holding him in his arms, but his gaze didn't look at him, but vainly fell somewhere behind him, restrained and depressed.

Knowing what he was waiting for, Zhongqin hung his head and held back for a while, then moved forward slightly, resting his forehead on the side of his warm neck, and rubbed it lightly as if flattering him.

"Yes." After a while, Ji Shuyuan surrendered first, lowered his head and kissed the tip of his ear, and said in a hoarse voice, "If you like it, you can't help but think about the future."

Zhongqin silently raised his hand and hugged the opponent's waist tightly.

He seems to be more likely to express his emotions with his body than with words.

Those words before were because I talked too much, and my brain was not as fast as my mouth, so I said it out of the mouth.

It was difficult for him to repeat himself, and he felt a little embarrassed when he heard Ji Shuyuan repeat it.

"So I think about it a lot."

Of the two, Ji Shuyuan was the one who was more silent to the outside world, but at some point, it was Ji Shuyuan who expressed more among them.

Zhongqin has always been tactful to the outside world, as long as he doesn't touch his heart, he is a person with long sleeves, dancing and eloquence.

However, he is not good at expressing, but he is good at avoiding important things and taking light ones. He is good at catching loopholes that can be exploited in other people's problems, and then using perfunctory words to escape from the real deadly places.

The lens and other people's evaluations are like a file, which smooths the edges and corners and roughens the transparent surface, so the interior that can be seen at a glance becomes blurred.

For so many years, in order to protect himself, he has habitually hidden, and his sincerity has become the most unspeakable thing.

Ji Shuyuan was like a sharp needle, insisting on poking his sincerity.

"Thinking about how to introduce you to my family, I want to take you on a trip together, I want to hang our clothes in the same closet, I want to see you every day, wait for you to wash your face, kiss in front of the mirror, listen to you Say good morning to me in a daze."

Ji Shuyuan suddenly smiled as he spoke: "I originally imagined that I would cook for you, but I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking, so just now, my imagination became to wipe the table and wash the dishes."

"You don't need to wash the dishes..." Zhongqin muttered and interjected, "There is a dishwasher..."

Hearing this, Ji Shuyuan lowered his eyes and stared at his face: "When you said this, I began to imagine what it would be like to go shopping with you to buy electrical appliances."

Zhongqin's breath stagnates.

"I'm imagining every second." Ji Shuyuan said slowly, "I was shocked by the detail. It turns out that there can be so many trivial things in life. These things play in my mind like a movie. Every close-up of you The picture is full of highlights.”

Zhongqin's lips moved as if struggling.

"Forget it." Ji Shuyuan clamped his face and pinched it, leaving two light red fingerprints, "I didn't expect you to say it so early—it's okay if you don't say it, I can understand what you mean. "

Zhongqin, as if he had been pardoned, tiptoed and rubbed his face affectionately against his ear.

Ji Shuyuan raised his hand to ruffle his hair, and picked up the equipment again: "After filming, I'm hungry."

After shooting the finished shot, Zhongqin became lazy again and became a deserter, leaving Ji Shuyuan to clean up the kitchen alone, and then served the meals outside one after another.

Zhongqin sat cross-legged in a chair with chopsticks in his mouth, concentrating on fiddling with a few devices.

"Still watching?" Ji Shuyuan sat down beside him, and tapped his head with the end of his chopsticks, "The food is cold."

"Oh." Zhongqin raised his head with a smile, "The filming is really good, Mr. Ji, you are indeed a non-staff photographer of the crew - when did you develop your hobby?"

"The first time I participated in a movie." Ji Shuyuan replied, "I was a newcomer at that time and didn't understand anything, so I invited a teacher to teach before shooting. At that time, I heard the teacher say that actors not only need to learn how to act, but also need to learn how to act. If you understand the language of the lens, go and understand it.”

Zhongqin's eyes became suspicious: "It seems that your level is not as simple as understanding."

"After so many years of study, there will always be some results."

"Huh?" Zhongqin asked, "Have you been studying?"

"Yeah." Ji Shuyuan said lightly, "Occasionally, when I have nothing to do, I will go to a few familiar photographers to do odd jobs."

"...you?" Zhongqin was shocked, "Dignified actor, are you going to do odd jobs?"

"You can learn more by experiencing it yourself." Ji Shuyuan hit him again, "Don't put a high hat on me, and eat."

"Oh." Zhongqin stared at him.

After thinking for a while, Ji Shuyuan knew what he wanted to do, and said helplessly, "I'm afraid this chair can't bear the weight of two people."

"Then change to the coffee table." Zhongqin immediately dropped his chopsticks and shifted his position.

Ji Shuyuan didn't act immediately, and was about to speak when Zhong Qin blocked him back: "If you don't want to, I'll go and use the pillow."

The two moved the food to the coffee table. Zhongqin slipped into Ji Shuyuan's arms skillfully, stretched his waist, leaned his head on his shoulder, suddenly thought of something, and asked, "What do you think, if I don't become an actor in the future , Is it good to quit the industry and become a food blogger?"

"Yeah." Ji Shuyuan didn't ask whether he was joking, but said, "I think it's good."

Zhongqin turned his head sideways, his neck was close at hand, the blood vessels were faintly visible, and the heat seemed to be ironing his eyes.

"Mr. Ji," he whispered, "you really pamper me."

Ji Shuyuan laughed: "Otherwise?"

"You're not afraid that I won't be able to support myself in the future, that I won't have enough clothes to eat, and that I'll die miserably under the bridge..."

"With such a rich imagination, I think it would be nice for you to become a novelist." Ji Shuyuan said lightly, "Even if I die before you, I will give you a way out."

"Hiss!" Zhongqin straightened up abruptly, turned his head and glared at him, "Nonsense! A young man can't die!"

Ji Shuyuan glanced at him: "Why, you are only allowed to say it, but I am not allowed to say it?"

"..."

"Jujuan, I'll only say this once." Ji Shuyuan's tone was flat, but the content was astonishing, "I can't let go of my stuff once you get it, so no matter what kind of difficulties you may have in the future, you can't leave without authorization, including Death. If you dare, I will die before you."

"...How can I control this?" Zhongqin frowned in disapproval, "What if I get hit by a car tomorrow when I go out... Ugh!"

Ji Shuyuan bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, squeezed his chin to force him to turn his head back, and said in a deep voice, "Eat."

"Oh."

Worried that he would really annoy him for a while, Zhongqin didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, buried his head in his meal seriously, and occasionally turned to feed Ji Shuyuan.

After eating, the two stayed all afternoon sticky, Ji Shuyuan had to set off, Zhongqin was reluctant, followed the car to the airport like a tail, lay down by the window until he saw the man's back disappear before going back.

With the previous education, Ji Shuyuan left this time without saying a date of return, lest Zhongqin break his fingers at home every day, and it would only make him more sad if he couldn't wait for anyone after breaking them.

Fortunately, the days Zhongqin spent alone were not as uncomfortable as before.

After the relationship was established, he felt that the divided voice in his head seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, as if a place where he could not get up or down because of worries about gains and losses had finally come to fruition, so he no longer popped up to torment him.

When Cui Zhengqian came to visit, Zhongqin casually mentioned this situation to him, and he heard him comment solemnly: "This is the sense of security."

Zhongqin thought for a while and said, "I don't think it's because of this."

Cui Zhengqian asked curiously, "Then what do you think?"

"I think it's because my current life and my emotional state are too far away from the role of Shi Huai'an." Zhongqin said, "I used to be so easy to substitute because as soon as I calmed down, my mind would be filled with It's easy to fall into the atmosphere in the play, and feel chilly in my heart. Now every time I calm down, my mind is full of Ji Shuyuan, and I just feel sweet, so I won't empathize with Shi Huaian so easily..."

"...Oh." Cui Zhengqian got up and was about to leave, "I'm so busy, I came here to eat dog food."

"That's really cheap for you." Zhongqin clicked his tongue, "Our family's Hulu dog food is very expensive."

"Bah!" Cui Zhengqian raised his foot to kick him.

"Don't touch me." Zhongqin pointed at him immediately, "I heard that Song Jueming lost a fight with my Teacher Ji last time, and he will definitely be beaten even worse if he tries again."

"...Crap!" Cui Zhengqian cursed and sat down a meter away from him, "I'm going to be sick."

Smiling, Zhongqin hugged Hulu and rubbed his hair on his mouth.

"Forget it, it's the fault of the son not teaching the father." Cui Zhengqian shook his head and sighed, "What can the old father do if the son commits a crime, he can't just suffer."

There were no puppies, so Cui Zhengqian had no choice but to grab a pillow to chat with for comfort, and had a heated argument with Zhongqin for a while, before finally thinking about the business: "By the way, I actually have good news to tell you when I came here today."

"What good news?" Zhongqin asked with little interest, "Is there another big name coming to you?"

"It's not a big name, but your teacher Ji came to the door." Cui Zhengqian said, "Ji Shuyuan will be a flying guest in the next episode of your variety show."

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感谢在2021-10-2822:23:01~2021-10-2917:23:37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 irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of the Prisoner of the First Ancestor; 10 bottles of Dou Doudou Doudou Croton; 5 bottles of the immature reading bug;

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