After wearing the book, I became a master of time management

To be honest, it's a lie that I'm not nervous when filming a bed scene.

To do such an intimate thing with a person who is not close, there will be some physical resistance.

But as an actor, you can't back down on the spot.

What's more, the few bed scenes are also to make the characters in the script more three-dimensional and fuller, and he himself is willing.

Is the bed scene good?Is it wonderful?It is also measuring whether this script can deliver real value.

Because the three bed scenes in "Late Autumn" are the process of the two protagonists' emotions gradually warming up and the arc of the characters gradually unfolding.

Everyone is no longer a child, and of course they have to be realistic when acting.

When many actors shoot sex scenes, they will hire doubles.And often camera misplaced shots.

When shooting, you will also pay special attention to whether you will bring some places that should not be photographed.

But the on-site camera teacher and the two leading actors are all men, so there is a high probability that there will be no problem.

Ye Shuyu took a deep breath, looked at Zhou Nan on the side, his eyebrows lowered.

Whether he will do anything, I don't know.

This scene was Zhao Yiming's first visit to Zhuang Yan's house.

The two walked into the house. Zhao Yiming was looking at the window, bathing in the spring moonlight.

The window is a bit special, shaped like a circular arc in a church, bent into a small piece, revealing a uniform semicircle, with a frosted texture, several colors of light come in from the outside, shining gorgeous and crystal light.

There are many books, pens, and ink piled up on the window sill, and a transparent red wine bottle with a few sprigs of pure white bellflowers inserted in it.

This small window reveals basic information about Zhuang Yan's life.

There is only one bed.

Zhao Yiming nodded and didn't say much.

He was curious about Zhuang Yan's small world.

Zhao Yiming is an only child, new clothes, new pants, new shoes, it's up to him.

And Zhuang Yan's wardrobe only has two or three sets of clothes, and the coat is two sets of school uniforms in summer and winter.

When Zhuang Yan came out of the shower, he was wearing a loose shirt as pajamas, and his two long legs were sticking out alone.

His white skin was radiant and surprisingly soft under the moonlight.

Those are some simple, clean bodies that are in a state of awakening, with a little bit of desire, a little bit of fantasy, a little bit of tranquility, and a little bit of being unable to control themselves.

Zhao Yiming had never seen a body integrated with the surrounding environment, and Zhuang Yan's hair smelled of citrus-flavored shampoo.

He thought of a huge oil painting in his home, which was the work of a certain famous artist that came from an auction.

Zhao Yiming, who has never felt the beauty of art, has always been indifferent to oil paintings, but the scene in front of him seemed to be awakened by a certain emotion. When the other party raised his head, he was attracted by him.

Zhuang Yan's tranquility and uneasiness made Zhao Yiming feel an inexplicable love and fear in his heart.

Because Zhuang Yandang's fragility satisfies him, the desire to be protected is always hidden around him.

His lowliness is charming.

"Come here, kneel here." Zhao Yiming spoke coldly.

Zhuang Yan walked over gently.

Zhao Yiming's gaze was very calm.

He was a little irritable, and this irritable feeling came from his blood.He looked at his hands, which were broad and well-articulated.

Thinking of Zhuang Yan's hand, he still felt a little dazed.

He also remembered Zhuang Yan's soft, whisper-like begging to him before -- it should be a kind of begging, he didn't expect a boy to beg like a kitten.

That calm submissiveness gave him a moment of peace, kept him away from the powerlessness of his father's cheating, and allowed him to actually execute the harm on that innocent body.

Satisfied, Zhao Yiming stayed away from the riot for a while, but an unreasonable desire arose in his heart.He longed for Zhuang Yan's focused and calm black eyes, he longed for him to kneel quietly in front of him, he longed for him to display his skills well again.

Zhao Yiming felt that Zhuang Yan satisfied him: he made up for his desire to control.But gradually, the result he thought did not satisfy him.

At first he was satisfied, he could insult Zhuang Yan, beat Zhuang Yan, and belittle Zhuang Yan.

But the boredom after the purpose of violence was something he didn't expect.

He longed for something new, and where did this heart come from?

There was no one in the room, clothes were piled up messily on the wet floor, and the air was mixed with the smell of sweat, wound plasters and disinfectant powder.

As soon as he looked up, he could see Zhao Yiming sleeping soundly on the bed.

Zhuang Yan started to fold clothes one by one on the long bench. He arranged the two pairs of shoes on the ground, and then picked up the clothes scattered on the bench one by one.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw half a pair of jeans hanging on the ground. He reached out to take the pair of pants in his hand, and smelled a familiar fishy-sweet smell with a hint of mint.

Zhao Yiming.

He is afraid of Zhao Yiming in his bones, just like he is afraid of all powerful powers.

But at this moment, just now, in the room, only he and Zhao Yiming did that.

And he was holding Zhao Yiming's clothes in his hand.

His clothes are in his hands.

At such an age, it is difficult to distinguish between injury and salvation, and the strange tearing makes violence elusive.

Zhuang Yan understood the other party's capital a little bit, because when he accidentally glanced over, he could see that strong and powerful body.

It was also such a body that made him feel the joy of reaching the clouds when he endured great pain.

Does he hate him?

In the so-called love role, Zhuang Yan in the script seems to be in the boundless wilderness, looking for his own way out, but there is no way out.

The so-called love is like a mirage that suddenly appeared in the desert. From a distance, when I met him, I thought it was an oasis, but it was actually another trap.

Zhuang Yan couldn't see his desire clearly.

During the break, Ye Shuyu stared at Zhou Nan expressionlessly.

"You deliberately?"

Zhou Nan: "Don't you..."

Ye Shuyu glanced at it, Zhou Nan quickly silenced, it's enough to take advantage today, any more will make him really angry.

Ye Shuyu patted Zhou Nan's shoulder lightly, as if he wanted to say something.

After a while, Ye Shuyu was silent for a while: "Forget it."

Zhou Nan: "?"

"You have something to say."

"No need."

"What's unnecessary?" Zhou Nan frowned.

He dragged Ye Shuyu aside: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"I want to say, after filming this movie, we should stop contacting each other, right?"

"What do you mean?" Zhou Nan was a little nervous.

You were fine just now, why did you say this all of a sudden?

"We are so unclear, you should know what I want to say? Zhou Nan, you are a smart person. I know that you may feel that you are playing tricks on me because of my appearance or because of your competitiveness. I don't think it's interesting to play such a game with you. So I said that after the filming of this movie, we should not meet each other."

Ye Shuyu seemed to think carefully, and concluded this paragraph.

"You think my actions have troubled you, don't you?" Zhou Nan thought for a moment.

"What do you think?" Ye Shuyu's eyes were calm, and the corners of his lips curled up.

"But I like you."

"It's not like you like me." Ye Shuyu said coldly.

"I know, you don't have a good impression of me. From the beginning until now, you think I'm a particularly slutty person. Of course I don't deny this, but you seem to have always had a prejudice against me. I did Some things that are not sensible. But since I met you, I feel that I have changed. "

"You just don't get what you want, like a kid who doesn't get a toy."

Ye Shuyu's eyes were sober, he smiled slightly, then turned and left.

Zhou Nandun stayed where he was, with a heavy expression on his face.

After today's scene was filmed, Ye Shuyu felt very tired. Filming this kind of scene consumes a lot of mental and physical energy for the whole person.

The crew were all packing up the props, he said hello, and then went back to his room, ready to sleep.

【Host, why did you say that to Zhou Nan?During this period of time, your relationship has obviously improved a lot. 】

[I have to wake him up, I don't have much time. 】

【indeed. 】

The system calculates the progress. In other worlds, for the same type of tasks, Ye Shuyu's strategy progress is very fast in the early stage, but it seems to be getting slower and slower in the later stages.

Ye Shuyu thought for a while, he had to get through Zhou Nan quickly, and he had to find Song Bai.

I don't know what Song Bai is thinking now, and He Yixuan has to go there again.

He didn't intend to eat, so he lay down on the bed and rested.

But he did not live up to expectations and had a wild dream.

The pillow was soft, the quilt was warm, and there was a scent left by the sun on the quilt, which calmed him down and made him sleepy.

A strange man slowly walked into his bedside.

Not an inch.

He seemed to see various possibilities in this man.

The gentle breath of the broad arms has a face that cannot be seen clearly.

He could hear the man's light panting, and vaguely heard the sound of branches breaking.

Ye Shuyu woke up.

It was midnight, he went to take a shower, then put on a coat in annoyance, and walked out of the hotel.

Not far away, he saw a man in a suit and leather shoes under the street lamp.

It's Gu Yun.

The other party was smoking and saw him when he turned around.

Gu Yun's eyes were very bright, as if he was certain that he would meet him tonight, so he came to this place to wait.

Gu Yun was surrounded by smoke, Ye Shuyu couldn't see his expression clearly, he walked towards Ye Shuyu, with a faint smell of tobacco, very confusing.

Ye Shuyu was puzzled: "What is Mr. Gu doing here at night?"

"Smoking, ready to eat supper, want to go together?"

Ye Shuyu touched his stomach, feeling a little hungry: "What do you want to eat?"

Gu Yun stomped out the cigarette butt, shrugged: "Roast duck?"

Ye Shuyu paused, Gu Yun smiled: "What? Don't you like duck?"