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In the spring, many actors' roles have been completed one by one.Qin Ziyu was the first to finish, followed by Ding Bai and Fang Wenjun.Wang Wenqiang played a gray character who flattered and complained, who persecuted others and was persecuted by others, vividly and disgustingly pitiful.What remains in the end is the play of father and son.And it's a solo play.

Six or six years later, his son Fu Si drew a clear line and strived to be the best, and successfully married a woman of good background.Class struggle is life and death, one or the other is irreconcilable, he has always hesitated to visit his father or not.Countless times, Fu Si lingered in the dilapidated alley, even though he knew that the deepest hut in the alley was Guan's father's shed.Countless times, he approached, hesitated, and left.

In 58, at the age of [-], Fu Yan passed away from other patients.The house does not shelter from the rain, and the people do not communicate with each other. The people who accompany him from the beginning to the end are nothing more than a lamp like beans and books like mountains.After he left, all his belongings, his heart-to-heart reflection report materials, and his diary were confiscated by the organization.

His son Fu Si dared not and could not intervene.It wasn't until four years later that he was rehabilitated, brought order out of chaos, and washed away his grievances.That year, Fu Si was 34 years old.He got his father's relics and thought of the man who had died forever.

The rainy season in the north always comes later.In mid-May, the crew waited until a sunny and rainy day to finish filming.Fu Si sweeps the grave.The crew who have worked together for a year will always form a deep friendship.In this scene, many actors came back, saying that they were visiting the set to watch the end of the filming, but more, it was for a kind of sentiment.

For some reason, Guan Peng also came.Mudli chased him away very unhappy, saying that his aura was not suitable.Guan Peng retorted aggrievedly: "You are literary and I am also literary, you are black and I am black, and you are unpopular and I am also unpopular. We are a pair of good friends hand in hand."

Bandit rhetoric, bandit logic.Mudli was too lazy to argue with him that black is not a kind of black, and art is not a kind of art, so he poked him in the back and complained that since ancient times, no director has come to visit the set.

"Yes, Director Tan, Director Cheng, haven't they visited the class before?" Guan Pengguan, a bandit proud of himself, discovered the loophole in Mu Deli's words.Mudli scratched his head and greeted those two dogs and men digging holes and filling soil everywhere to sell their morals. Anti-stabbing Guan Peng is on the job of spying on "who" today.

This question stumped Guan Peng.Guan Peng thought about it seriously and said, "I'll check out the class of this work."

The rain was not heavy, and the silk threads were generally thin and subtle. Ling Qingyuan struggled for a long time whether to use an umbrella or not to use an umbrella for this scene.Since it was raining, he didn't need an umbrella. He turned his head and looked to the sidelines, indicating that he was ready to start shooting.

There are many people on the set.Ling Qingyuan found out that it was Fu Si's tomb-sweeping, so many spectators gathered for the solo bridge section.Oh, by the way, after finishing the drama, everyone can get together and get together, and it will be consummated.

"You know, Lao Mu, I first heard that this kid is both directing and acting, so I thought he was joking." Guan Peng looked at Cheng Hebai in the scene, still wearing a blue-gray uniform with a sense of the times, and his silhouette blended harmoniously. In the misty rain and fog, a little hazy was added.

Mudli responded to him lazily, not knowing which play he was going to sing.The two men were staring ahead, only to hear Guan Peng say again: "Speaking of your crew, anyone who takes it out is enough to drink a pot, and it's the leading role. In the end, it was actually filmed in a year. It's not funny, it's not Miracle."

Listening to their chat, Ding Bai interjected casually: "Isn't that the result of the hard work of the director team, Mr. Yue Ge Zi Yu and Mrs. Wen Qiang's hard work."

Fang Wenjun: "That's right, especially Director Cheng also directs and acts on his own. When he is a director, he strives for perfection, but when he acts by himself, he is also extremely demanding. It's his debut as a director, which is really amazing."

Tan Yue was neither too close nor too far away from the crowd, the distance was just enough to be able to hear the gossiping chatter without getting too involved.If you are contented, you can still see that person's every move.

Qin Ziyu walked over with his shawl folded and said: "In all honesty, he is also a very brilliant person."

Tan Yue bent his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth, nodded: "In terms of scores, they are higher than mine, much higher."

Qin Ziyu smiled and said to him: "Is there anyone who praises people like you indiscriminately?" Qin Ziyu was too lazy to open an umbrella in the drizzle, and wanted to keep out the rain, so he put his shawl on his head, hugged his hands softly like silk, slightly He hesitated but still slowly vomited out what was in his heart: "...In private, many production crews say that Director Cheng looks like a person."

Tan Yue didn't reply, just looked at his figure.With Qin Ziyu's dexterity, he naturally wouldn't open his mouth to ask whether Tan Yue liked that young man because he was too much like another person.She stayed with Tan Yue in silence for a moment, and she was a little silent, unwilling to be left alone, and asked softly, "Who do you think everyone thinks he looks like?"

Tan Yue didn't answer, but just smiled and said: "Mountains cannot meet mountains, but people can meet each other."

Qin Ziyu listened to his charades that didn't match the words, and felt that he had only a half-knowledge of the riddles, and felt that he was completely involved in it, so there was no need to delve into it.

Over there, the bandits and the hooligans, Guan Peng talked to himself carelessly, seemingly casually, but deliberately told Lao Mu: "You know what I immediately thought of when I saw this story. Using history as the bone, blending feelings as the Flesh, the main drama is full of sadness, and there is a young Ling Qingyuan in the writing."

Guan Peng bared him: "Are you possessed by him?"

"I'm alive and well, I'm alive and well. When I open my head, I'm a soul. Possessed, I'm reincarnated, reincarnated and reborn."

Guan Peng sighed: "It's a pity, it seems that you are still that Shen Jingbing who babbled and couldn't express your meaning. If you really have half of his soul left, remember to tell him that I miss him a lot."

Mudli was so impatient that he hopped his feet, and the sugar-fried chestnut scolded back: "Please don't. We are all men, what do you want him to do?" I only heard Guan Peng next to me pretending to be lonely, and it was not because I did it alone. Bandit, too lonely.The directorial world needs a self-confident tyrant.

The photography is ready to be in place, and the recording is done.

Between the tombstones and the tombstones is a path paved with bluestones.The man in the gray-blue uniform walked over every stone slab with vicissitudes that did not match his age.In spring, the wind has stopped, but the rain is still falling.Nineteen seven eight.

He walked slowly, his eyes lingering on the nameless granite, a block of tombstones growing densely like a forest.So many people are buried here, how many children, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters and siblings.

Fu Siji walked a few steps and then gradually slowed down, turned around and squatted down in front of a tombstone.He gently wiped away the raindrops clinging to the slate, and saw clearly the handwriting on it, Fu Yan, [-]-[-].It was here that he was asleep until his death before he had time to say goodbye to his father.

"Dad, they said you were innocent. They said...you were right. You were wronged."

Fu Si put the rehabilitative materials in front of Fu Yan's tombstone and pressed them down with small stones.He supported the top edge of the tombstone, like when he was a child, he kicked his feet and stretched his arms to reach his father's shoulders, wiping off the water droplets on his shoulders, Fu Yan, he loves to be clean.History is annihilated in the place where it was born, and every living person walked into history like this.

Fu Si straightened up.He couldn't bear the burden of his thoughts, and he couldn't bear to recall. Seeing the scorching pain of the bone scars, people wished to heal quickly and forget quickly.There seemed to be a humming, he turned his head hastily and blankly, it was a bird flying low, passing through the air.The sound of my father plucking the strings is still in my ears, and the thickest string is the one that this man has never bent after going through all kinds of hardships all his life.

Can't forget.In Fu Si's heart, it was like a bell ringing in unison, echoing in the vastness of the world: "There is you in this land. My father, that man, a mountain. He... is immortal."

The vulgar glitz has decorated the face that shed tears, sorted out the troubled mountains and rivers, and there are still bits and pieces, dust and fragments, engraved on the pages of the book that do not fade.Fu Si took out the small book in his pocket, his father's diary, and he flipped through it carefully.

"In [-], my wife and Sier and I went back to..."

The old ape Mudli straightened his back, danced and shouted happily.Ling Qingyuan was still standing in front of the tombstone in a daze.The crew applauded and shouted happily, Tan Yue wanted to go into the camera and hug him a little bit.

Guan Peng rubbed his face, then randomly rubbed the top of his forehead with not much hair: "I always feel that he seems to be back."

Fang Wenjun was not stupid at this time, probably what Guan Peng said was too harsh on him: "That's right, Director Guan also felt this way. Many times, I thought I was in Director Ling's crew during filming."

Tan Yue wanted to hug him even more.He's back, of course he's back, he's here.There are still many people who remember him, and he will never go.There was a ruffian, half-baked, sloppy and meaningful voice from the side:

"Silly hat, what are you still doing in a daze at this time. Brother has helped you so many times, don't blame others, but you for being stupid."

Tan Yue twitched his feet and ran towards that person in a panic.The sky was cloudy and rainy, and the stone monument stood tall.The crowd is noisy, but the rest is quiet.The distant mountains are majestic and boundless.Everyone else's heart is like this heart, and this heart is better than others' hearts.Qingyuan, intact, standing in this rainy day without a single piece of land on the ground.Who is Qingyuan waiting for, and who else can he wait for.

"Hey, Tan Yue, slow down, no one will grab you... Hey Lao Mu, he looks like a kid." Guan Peng's face is also a little bit ashamed of Tan Yue's shamelessness in public places .What a grown-up, it's so exciting to be so excited just because of my own family's drama.

"That's Qingyuan, isn't it?" Mudli lazily uttered a few words, not knowing what was followed by the previous sentence.Instead, he abruptly blocked Guan Peng's words of teasing Tan Yue.The latter let out an ah, as if he didn't understand and was confused.

"Qingyuan gave me half of my soul in a dream just now, telling you to hang out with me and make sure you have meat to eat."

"What..." It was a mess.Guan Peng almost didn't give him a yell, but rubbed his face with his hands and touched his chin, his green beard pierced his face, his mouth twisted, and instead he uttered a sentence heavily: "If that guy really exists, no one will be alone. "

Fang Wenjun smiled and said, "Director Ling must be here. He has a spirit in heaven, and bless us with smooth filming."

But no one is alone.The rascal Mudli slowly chewed the few words Guan Peng said, and felt that literature and art were not like his own style, so he turned to Fang Wenjun: "You are so fucking smart. Aren't all plays directed by the director?" It was exported, it was made by the crew, and it was performed by you big guys. Come on, don’t be idle, take the guys and take the guys.”

Ding Bolai, who didn't speak for a long time and pretended to be deep, stayed by the side.He turned his blind dog's eyes away, and didn't look at the two men embracing in Yanyu Cangbai's cemetery.From the bottom of his heart, Ding Bai also seemed to feel that he was in a complete mess, and wanted to say something.But what to say, he couldn't draw an outline.Ding Bai rubbed his nose and followed Fang Wenjun to clean up the aftermath.

Tan Yue hugged Ling Qingyuan lightly, afraid of disturbing him, it was just a standard celebration and a good hug between brothers.Ling Qingyuan was emotionally withdrawn, as if he was still in a daze, suddenly, he was overwhelmed by the temperature and heartbeat that came with the slight impact.The next moment, he also hugged him, and gently stroked his back with double tenderness.

"baby."

"I'm filming again."

"Directing and acting."

"very nice."

Tan Yue didn't tell him how good he felt, it was a thousand times better than him.He's back, he's really back.He wakes up in people's memory through the long night, he is so bright, like a fire that is endless.Tan Yue rubbed the side of his face affectionately, and confided in a low voice: "Baby, I really want to kiss you."

Ling Qingyuan's lips touched his lips quickly, and a gray sparrow brushed past like a feather. Then he buried his head in his shoulder socket, and with a little sound, he let out a stretched and hearty smile.His voice was brisk: "Tan Yue, I'm here, I'm here."

The rain is refreshing, and all things are born in spring.Tan Yue put his arms around him and murmured, "Yes...you are so warm."

"Mountain" was released in November [-] after half a year's delay.The premiere was scheduled to be held on Ling Qingyuan's birthday, and all the key actors of the crew were present.This drama has incorporated the painstaking efforts of too many people, and it has also attracted the attention of many people.

This is Tan Yue's comeback drama, and it is also the first drama directed by Cheng Hebai, and it is also a co-starred one by the two.Not to mention the great cast.However, facing such a serious subject, although there are many revelations, the reporter restrained his curiosity and focused on the story itself, or the work of the main creators.

Except for Ling Qingyuan, Tan Yue, Mu Deli and a very small number of people, the world, and even the cast and crew do not know that this play is Ling Qingyuan's "posthumous idea".Therefore, reporters will naturally ask Cheng Hebai why he chose this theme, story and narrative technique.

"See the big from the small. A half-book of a person's life, a family's reunion, and the bitter blood and tears on a piece of land."

After one play, no one questioned the young director's ability.A reporter even asked Cheng Hebai that earlier, some crew members of "Mountain" said that his director style was very similar to that of the late Ling Qingyuan.And this work is also very close to Director Ling's style, with a powerful background and unique perspective, delicate emotions and profound meaning.

I saw the young director raised his lips slightly, with a sincere smile in his eyes: "Your words are a great compliment to me. However, unlike Director Ling, I am not just a director, Also an actor."

When the reporter mentioned the relationship between father and son in the play and the two actors, whether the betrayal, separation, and farewell between father and son will affect the "emotion" of the two leading actors.

Tan Yue responded lively: "The relationship between Fu's father and son in the play lasts a lifetime, even life and death can't be wiped out. So, what do you say?"

The reporter was stunned and said that the father in the play finally forgave his son for the mistakes he made because he was young, did not understand him, and was forced by the situation.

Ling Qingyuan continued: "The word 'forgiveness' is inaccurate. Because there is no prerequisite for forgiveness between father and son - hatred. Fu Yan is tolerant. However, Fu Si spent his whole life in self-examination, as well as remembering and understanding His father."

At the end of the interview, the main creator and everyone watched the film, "Mountain".In the story of Fu Yan, the relationship between family and teacher-student is half-way, and the two merge into a broader relationship.Tan Yue and Ling Qingyuan once asked each other about their favorite scene, and Tan Yue said unabashedly that it was that sunny afternoon when the father played the piano for his son.Ling Qing said in principle that it was to mourn his father.

At the end of the premiere, the two couldn't wait to get rid of the crowd, eager to return to the kennel as soon as possible to live their two-person world.For this reason, Mudli sneered, saying that they chose a rather energy-saving and environmentally-friendly lifestyle, which can be regarded as an example for people all over the world.Just don't know how to control the pollution discharge in the process.

Residents of Yichun Garden know that there are two well-known people living in Building [-].But they seem too simple, as if they don't feel that they are special at all.In particular, the residents of Building [-] have long been used to the house in the small garden in the middle of this floor. The sound of the piano that sometimes flows out of this house is so similar to the melody that the owner of the house often played a few years ago.

Tan Yue parked the car in the parking space, got out of the car and walked side by side with Ling Qingyuan through the dusty concrete path between the residential buildings, occasionally making some nonsensical expressions and teasing.After walking a few steps, approaching the open courtyard on the first floor, the two saw a neatly dressed middle-aged man holding flowers standing in front of their courtyard.

"Your fan?" Ling Qingyuan asked Tan Yue.

"It should be yours." Tan Yue lightly bumped his lover's shoulder, as if to remind him what day it is.

Ling Qingyuan snorted suspiciously, his fans always celebrated Cheng Hebai's birthday.

The person holding the bouquet watched two intimate men walk in gradually, and after a little analysis, they found that the mature man was healthy and strong, while the young man was handsome.His eyes were a little thoughtful, and he lingered on the handsome man for a while.In a daze, the flower holder saw the two men step over the short fence of the small garden in front of him without answering, and swaggered into the courtyard.

"You are the residents of [-]." This is an affirmative sentence with interjection.

Tan Yue, who was opening the sliding door, and Ling Qingyuan, who was standing under the eaves, turned their heads in puzzlement, thinking at the same time that this person "did not know" the two residents, so he came to deliver flowers.Ling Qingyuan and Tan Yue looked at the man outside the short fence in the small courtyard, and said yes in unison.

"May I ask which gentleman is today's birthday?"

Ling Qingyuan glanced at Tan Yue even more confused, wondering if he was playing some mysterious trick, who knew that the latter was equally confused, raised his eyebrows and shrugged.Ling Qingyuan turned back a few steps and said to the strange man, "It's me."

"These flowers are for you, please take them well."

Ling Qingyuan reached out and took it. It was a bouquet of pale pink single-petalled briar roses, without any sign or words.Sending flowers for my birthday, the flower sender behaved politely and not crazy, I think he must not be a fan of Cheng Hebai or Tan Yue.Ling Qingyuan hesitated, and raised his head to ask the man who gave the flowers: "Are you sure...you gave it to me?"

"Yes sir. Happy birthday to you."

Tan Yue also turned around and walked to Ling Qingyuan's side, with one hand on his shoulder, looking at the bouquet on his chest, he seemed to realize something.The man who gave the flowers looked around between the two intimate men, calmed down and said calmly: "From now on, every year on this day, you will receive a bouquet of birthday flowers from our store. If you change your address, please inform the store."

Ling Qingyuan took the business card from him and watched him turn and leave.Tan Yue whispered "Baby" in his ear, and the two looked at each other thoughtfully.Ling Qingyuan glanced at the name and phone number on the white card, and then stared at the bouquet of wild roses that were not in full bloom in the season, and whispered: "Thank you for your...blessing."

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The author has something to say:

Thank you friends for watching, commenting and complaining XD

My brain seems to be caught by the door of the refrigerator... I apologize for being unsightly along the way m(__)m

Doesn't seem sweet enough?I'll try to see if I can write a story about sugar...

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The light in the gap was like the cavalry spear of an armored warrior, piercing through the thin cloudy sky in the west.An Iron Bird landed steadily in Fiumicino, Rome.This city that integrates the sacred and the secular, the classical and the trendy is quietly blooming in the twilight of summer.

Ling Qingyuan stretched his waist, straightened the collar of his shirt, picked up his hand luggage and got off the plane with the passengers.During the half-day closed journey, many fellow passengers and crew recognized the little-known actor and director.Seeing that he was alone, without a companion or assistant, some gossipers asked him why he was traveling.

Ling Qingyuan kindly shrugged off all curious inquiries.After all, even he himself didn't know the purpose of this trip.Only a week ago, Tan Yue sent him an invitation together with the air ticket.Tan Yue spent most of the first half of this year in the United States, participating in the production of a very high-level movie.After the filming was completed, he received an invitation from a well-known Italian fashion brand to be a model. He never touched the ground and was too busy.

"Who told me that I can best represent the image of an oriental man. That's why I have to use me as the standard for tailoring and finalizing the design."

"Fool. It can only show that you are the floor and the threshold. If you wear a piece of clothing properly, it means that people who are not uglier than you look good in it."

Ling Qingyuan thought of the video call between the two of them a while ago, and still laughed from ear to ear, followed by affection overflowing everywhere.The guy on the other side of the ocean listened to his teasing, coupled with the firewood and fire that he hadn't seen each other for several months, flooded Jinshan and flooded the entire telephone line.

Ling Qingyuan restrained a little, trying not to let his brain not be controlled by thoughts and recall too much, and he was so excited that he couldn't hold back.Facing the unfamiliar guide signs, blind people fumbled blindly, and basically relied on the crowds to get to the exit.

Tan Yue was leaning against a pillar and standing with arms folded. As soon as he saw the person who had been waiting for a long time appear in sight, he couldn't resist his noble, cold, glamorous and leisurely style, and walked towards him quickly.

"Baby." Tan Yue asked him to fill in the ring around his chest and arms, kissed his lips and said, "It's been a hard journey."

From the moment Ling Qingyuan saw him, he looked at him greedily.Sticking to him through two white shirts, I can feel his long-lost appearance after a few months: "It has become an olive tree..."

Tan Yue kissed him on the cheek, walked out with his arms around his shoulders: "Thank you."

"The fruit of..."

Tan Yue gave a short laugh, and rubbed his hair roughly, causing the two of their heads to bump into each other: "I haven't touched you for a long time, and I owe a lesson."

Ling Qingyuan sincerely argued that he was praising him.He praised his firm and plump muscles and body, his healthy complexion glowing with sunlight, and his light and even, extremely sexy and unruly beard.This man looked very much like the dry summer in the Mediterranean Sea, but with the fragrance of the sea.

"You must be hungry. We meet olives. If you summarize your description, it can be summed up in three words, salted salmon."

"You understand me so well, you even know how much I want to eat you." Ling Qingyuan wrapped his arms around his waist, his heart fluttering.He heard the man next to him whisper "reversed" into his ear, the gesture of hugging changed into a pinch, and there was a tingling in his body from bottom to top before turning back to the origin.Ling Qingyuan took a deep breath, let the trembling cool down with the noisy wind at day and night, Banzheng said: "This is the menu."

After leaving the terminal, Tan Yue led Ling Qingyuan to the parking lot.Tan Yue obtained a sports car from Pedro, an Italian translator and assistant, and made a special trip to pick him up.Tan Yue opened the co-driver's door for him: "It's nine o'clock for dinner, it's not time yet. I'll take you for a drive first."

The car sped out, Ling Qingyuan leaned hard on the back of the seat.The wind is fast, and the outside of the car is the blurred and unfamiliar street scenery, and the lush green trees and bushes.The dome above the head is dyed gradually from west to east, like an exaggerated large-scale gouache, which may be a masterpiece of Impressionism.

Ling Qingyuan glanced at the dashboard, and said with a smile, "You are so wild, my driver." The words were quickly blown away, and he glanced at the corners of Tan Yue's mouth, with a wild and focused expression, suddenly Unable to extricate himself, he raised his head and laughed loudly.

Ling Qingyuan's wanton laughter made Tan Yue happy.Tan Yue seemed to see the light returning and splitting on Ling Qingyuan's body, revealing his indulgence and restraint, his brightness and depression, his freedom and tenderness.Tan Yue was fascinated, but the corners of his mouth were still hooked: "You have aroused my passion, and I have to use speed to reduce it."

Passion is the fuel, speed is the heartbeat.As for the drag racing, it was naturally Tan Yue's unassuming and extraordinarily straightforward expression of love.It took Ling Qingyuan a long time before he stopped laughing. He looked at Tan Yue seriously and said flirtingly: "My dear, you are so charming, teach me how to control it."

"You don't have to, the direction is in my hands."

"There's no fuel, so what's the use of your direction." Ling Qingyuan jokingly said, "Darling, what exactly did you burn during the few months when I wasn't by your side?"

"Do you still hope there are others?" Tan Yue retorted.Hearing him calling him "heart and liver", I feel itchy and tingly in my heart, I hate him for putting my nose on my face, but I wish he could call more.This feeling is the same as wanting to tie him to the body and carry him everywhere, but not having the heart to imprison him.

"I guess you don't dare to be wronged by others." Ling Qingyuan raised his voice, pretending to be frivolous but not really slutty, bringing out a charming ending.

Incoming is greater than outgoing, not conservative.Tan Yue gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator, and instantly increased the speed: "I know how to start the ignition, I can't hold it anymore, don't think I won't slip by and stop, and carry you by the side of the road to go wild."

"That can't be done. I am the one who wants to eat you. I should decide the place."

Tan Yue's breathing was tight, and the speed of the car was too fast. His mind was out of his body and he was walking in the clouds.He glanced at Ling Qingyuan, seeing his wanton entertainment, but he didn't dare to look too much, for fear that he would miss the direction and lose control of the gas pedal.

Tan Yue changed his strategy, gave up the idea of ​​taking him for a ride, and ran to the hotel with a clear goal.Ling Qingyuan groaned with a smile, thinking that the situation was well adjusted, and he would really be unable to hold back and solve it on the spot, so he changed the subject in a relaxed manner: "How is work?"

Tan Yue glanced at him unceremoniously, as if complaining that he didn't understand the atmosphere and closed the lid halfway, but he couldn't bear to really blame him, and said sullenly: "It went well. I have been a clothing model for ten days. , just short of the last ad."

Ling Qingyuan rested his elbow on the side armrest of the car door, rested his head in his hand and asked him leisurely: "You called me here for your own sake, for vacation?"

Tan Yue looked back and forth in the rearview mirror, turned on the lights, and responded casually, "Well, Roman Holiday."

"It should be "The Godfather" that is more suitable for the occasion." Ling Qingyuan replied to him. Compared with the love of princesses and common people, the latter is more a man's bible.

"Stupid bastard, don't keep thinking about film work, can you relax your mind for a while." Although Tan Yue scolded him in a low voice, the implication was full of love.

The car drove into an inconspicuous garden hotel.Before nightfall, blue and purple hydrangeas and delicate pansies adorn the courtyard.The gray-brown bricks and tiles come from the rebellious time, but in the eyes of today's people, they have a classical aesthetic.Tan Yue got out of the car and naturally took Ling Qingyuan's shoulders, and turned a few steps into the door. In the coffee shop, a young man with brown hair was sipping coffee, deeply immersed in it, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

"Xiao Pei, thank you for the key."

"Tan!" Pedro took the car keys thrown by Tan Yue, glanced at the man next to him, smiled so much that his top eight teeth were exposed, and exclaimed without exaggeration, "Wow, Cheng, nice to meet you! "While speaking, I reached out to greet him.

Ling Qingyuan hastily returned his salute, and was hooked away by Tan Yue as soon as he touched his palm.Tan Yue was so eager that he could hardly wait for Ling Qingyuan to stop for a while. He grinned at Pedro and said, "You can get off work."

"How do you say it in Chinese...the matchmaker threw it over the wall."

"You are still not qualified as a matchmaker. Look up the dictionary first to find out what a matchmaker means, and then use this common saying."

"Hahaha, I'll pick you up at nine o'clock tomorrow morning." Pedro smiled heartily, waved to the two who were going away, and said loudly: "FelixLunaMellis!"

"Thank you."

Ling Qingyuan put his arms around Tan Yue's waist, and breathed warm breath into his ears: "What did that kid just say, pick up 'us'?"

"Yes, the two of us. I have to ask you to shoot an advertisement for the brand with me tomorrow." Tan Yue nodded Ling Qingyuan's nose: "The reason why the thief advertised himself as a matchmaker was nothing more than a bad idea and contributed to us. A honeymoon."

Ling Qingyuan understood instantly: "You mean that the brand asked me to shoot commercials with you, the two of us, that's why they made a special trip to call me here?" He took a breath and sneered, poking his waist : "Just for an advertisement, with the bonus of a date vacation, you sold me?"

"I think you're going crazy. It would be good to see you a second earlier. Originally they wanted me to date a female model, but I wasn't very enthusiastic. Xiaopei communicated with both sides, and after this notice, I called you Come on. I think it's pretty good." Tan Yue tilted his head and kissed the corner of his lips, and said lingeringly, "Isn't this good enough?"

Ling Qingyuan snorted noncommittally, but raised her head to meet his lips face to face.The two were still walking in the corridor, and Tan Yue couldn't help but walk around him to unbutton his shirt with his hands around his shoulders.Ling Qingyuan didn't give in, and tugged at the hem of his trousers, not to be outdone.

The moment Tan Yue opened the lock with his brush, the two shoulders slammed open the door at the same time.

The next day, Pedro took the two to take commercial photos.In the back seat of the car, the atmosphere of the two people's separation and new love yesterday has somewhat subsided.Tan Yue put his hands on the back of Ling Qingyuan's neck, stroking his cervical spine and brushing the ends of his hair.Ling Qingyuan lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes, expressionless.

"Still mad at me. Losing is losing."

Ling Qingyuan shot Tan Yue mercilessly: "The days are still long."

Arriving at the studio, after exchanging pleasantries, the two knew that this time they were going to advertise jeans.Several styles of clothing were given for the two to choose from. Tan Yue and Ling Qingyuan exchanged glances with one thought in mind: they all have low waists.

Pedro gestured while translating: "I hope you two can wear only your pants, hug in front of the camera, and do a few moves, right like this."

In the dressing room, Ling Qingyuan changed his clothes in threes and fives, and squinted his eyes to see Tan Yue take off his slacks, put on the selected washed jeans, and lift up his top.Because of the low waist, neither of them wore underwear.Although the rough texture between the crotch is slightly uncomfortable, the sexiness index has doubled.Ling Qingyuan found out that he tried to counterattack yesterday, he pulled, pinched and bit, and the marks left on his back and waist in a fit of anger were covered up with invisible band-aids.Ling Qingyuan sneered, thinking that he got up early in the morning to do this.

The two returned to the reflector light. According to the photographer's intention, Tan Yue faced the camera and hugged Ling Qingyuan. The two stood barefoot with their four legs crossed, but their crotches met face to face.The overall composition needs to reveal Ling Qingyuan's white back and slightly intriguing buttocks curves, while Tan Yue provides the full muscles of the left chest and abdomen, and even the perfect mermaid line of the outer and lower abdomen.

Pedro translated the photographer's words, allowing them to play freely and making the picture more lively: "Pierre said, Tan and Cheng, you two are typical oriental men, and he is looking forward to it."

"Are you still shy?" Tan Yue stood up and opened his hands to Ling Qingyuan.He saw the latter standing hesitantly in front of the light, thoughtful.

"How is it possible." Ling Qingyuan pursed her lips lightly, quickly walked into Tan Yue's arms, leaned her head against his ear and said, "I've been sold by you anyway, I don't care if you show some flesh this time."

Tan Yue put his hands on the back of his head, and his eyes seemed to be looking at the camera, but his extremely charming eyes were not far from Ling Qingyuan.He wrapped his other hand around him domineeringly, and whispered as if getting along in private: "You said before that no one who can wear this outfit will be uglier than me. Baby, you look good in it... "Before he finished speaking, Tan Yue slowly moved his hand around him, and his four fingers reached into his waistband.

"It's so good that I want to put it..."

Ling Qingyuan felt that Tan Yue's middle finger was resting on the middle seam between his thighs, and his tailbone was down.The joint between the two was as hot as a soldering iron, and he bit his earlobe unceremoniously, and hummed softly, "Don't go too far."

"The one who doesn't go too far should be you."

Outside the lens, the French photographer Pierre never stopped the shutter.The unpretentious performance of these two people, as in life, fits the casual theme of half-length jeans.As for the two men, one is masculine and healthy, the other is handsome and handsome. Although they are diametrically opposed, they create a wonderful atmosphere of harmony.

Tan Yue and Ling Qingyuan did not regard this as an advertisement at all.Ling Qingyuan licked the pinnae of his ear, and gently lifted the invisible band-aid he had put on with the hand hidden behind his back.Tan Yue was aware of Ling Qingyuan's small movements, but he didn't stop him. His eyes were half-closed, his expression fascinated, and he still fired at the camera.

"OK, change your position."

The two were freed from this action, and glanced at each other's crotch tacitly at a very close distance.Ling Qingyuan teased, and asked Tan Yue in a low voice: "Can you bear it?"

Tan Yue still put one hand in Ling Qingyuan's waistband like a tail, and touched his back with the other hand: "Baby, I didn't expect you to be so thick-skinned in front of others."

"It's your thick skin."

Ling Qingyuan shook off him and walked a few steps, throwing the band-aids in his heart into the trash can next to him.Tan Yue scratched his hair with five fingers, and without blushing, he found the makeup artist next to him, motioned for the marks on his body, and asked if he needed to cover it up.

"Oh my god, no, no, no need, this is just right." Pierre leaned over to admire Tan Yue, and the sparse and unique red marks were all due to Ling Qingyuan last night.The Fauvist photographer's eyes lit up: "It's just right, it's just right, it can be painted more clearly, wild, wild, it feels good."

Pierre rested his chin, glanced back and forth at the two semi-naked men with blue eyes, and said briefly, "Cheng, try subversively to let you be the leader of the picture."