Floating Color

"Ansel looked at the angel's face and the devil's figure. You--" Lian Xiao shook his head.

Mi Chen continued to ask without hesitation: "Let's take a closer look! You see clearly, should my mouth and jaw look more like me?"

Lian Xiao narrowed his eyes and looked at it very carefully, and finally came to a very rigorous conclusion: "It really is not like it at all."

Mi Chen was discouraged.

"He is my half-brother."

Lian Xiao paused, watching Mi Chen's loss suddenly seem unbearable.

"Okay, if you say that, you two look very similar."

For example, when you are stupid.

Today's play is not going well. Because Jiang Qianfan, who finally entered the script, found that he cared about Lin Kesong very much.

Lin Kesong took part in the culinary competition and bumped all the way. Every time someone thought she was about to be pushed down by a strong enemy, she found another way to stand up, but lost in the final.

Although Lin Kesong had a smile on his face that day, his eyes were always sad. Because the game is over, her relationship with Jiang Qianfan will also come to an end. Lin Kesong, as an insignificant traveler in Jiang Qianfan's life, felt he was about to call the curtain. Jiang Qianfan is a very serious person. After each round of competition, he will taste the food made by Lin Kesong and comment on where she won and where her flaws are. It was because of his attitude to cooking as an art that infected Lin Kesong that she felt so regretful about the result of her best efforts.

The director told Mi Chen that there will be many close-ups of her face today, and she must pay attention to Li Mojun's makeup.

Therefore, Mi Chen was very serious when applying makeup to Li Mojun. It's just that Li Mojun was a little uncooperative this afternoon, and his face was cold.

Mi Chen has been by his side for some time. Ordinary people cannot feel any emotion from Li Mojun's expressionless face, but Mi Chen can.

For example, Li Mojun's air pressure is very low at the moment.

Li Mojun used to chuck her face slightly when Mi Chen put on makeup on his cheeks, or raised her head when she applied makeup to her chin. But starting this afternoon, he always maintained a posture every time he applied makeup.

Before Li Mojun finished makeup and opened his eyes, he would still stare at Mi Chen for a moment, but now his eyes directly skipped Mi Chen, got up, and walked towards the camera.

Lian Xiao is on the phone, Mi Chen can only wait by the side. He patiently waited until the other party hung up and asked, "What's wrong with Li Mojun? I think Feng Xiujing is acting well today!"

Lian Xiao pretended to answer deeply: "This is really not about Feng Xiujing's business."

"Then ... is Li Mojun's mother?"

Lian Xiao shook his head again and patted Mi Chen's shoulder and said, "This is actually a **** case caused by a pair of suspenders. Remember, don't wear those suspenders again."

"That suspenders are very comfortable! I brought them back from France!"

"Do n’t you think that suspenders are bad? The last time you were wearing it and Bai Yihan was eating beef noodles. This time you were wearing it and Ansel was shot at the airport. Next time you plan to wear it Is there a scandal with Li Mojun? "

Mi Chen: "..."

The director sat in front of the screen and looked at Li Mojun in the camera, frowning all the time.

Li Mojun lowered his head, put the dishes in the dish into his mouth, and then looked up and said, "It's delicious."

The director shook his head. Jiang Qianfan in the story was not a person who would say that a certain dish was "delicious." He would only praise the dish based on the combination of ingredients and the balance of taste, which seemed objective and rigorous. Therefore, when he said that Lin Kesong's dishes were "delicious", he was impressed.

And Li Mojun did not reflect this feeling.

"Li Mojun, although the lines are only these three words, you must make the audience feel that this is from the heart of Jiang Qianfan. These three words are not praise and perfunctory. These three words are very precious to Lin Kesong. You have to not only move the camera, but also move Feng Xiujing sitting opposite you! It ’s both sides, never unilateral! "

The director seldom speaks to guide Li Mojun how to act, most of the time he even feels very happy to work with actors like Li Mojun. But now, when the delicate emotional drama comes, the director has a headache.

Feng Xiujing was unexpectedly impatient. She had heard a rumor that Li Mojun was not good at emotional drama. She always thought it was just rumors, but this time she saw Li Mojun's cold temperament, maybe the rumors are true.

In order to change Li Mojun's mood, the director still put other scenes ahead of time and chatted with Li Mojun at the window before finishing work.

"Mo Jun, I don't know if you have a good experience with ... one person?" After all, the director is a man from the early seventies, and he is still a bit conservative.

Li Mojun didn't speak.

"You have to think about that mood carefully. Jiang Qianfan's feelings about Lin Kesong. He is invisible. All his knowledge of Lin Kesong comes from the ups and downs of her tone of voice, the sound of her walking, and the food she makes. The taste. Then I do n’t know when it started, Jiang Qianfan began to speculate on Lin Kesong ’s joys and sorrows from these subtleties. He could n’t see him and he rarely expressed, but like resonance, Lin Kesong was a little bit not Happy, Jiang Qianfan's heart will also be like blocking. Lin Kesong is happy because of his success, and Jiang Qianfan will not unconsciously relax his lips. He has lost his vision, so his sense of smell and touch are more sensitive than ordinary people, and from then on The information about Lin Kesong will also be multiplied. This also includes the heartbeat. Jiang Qianfan can not be angry or expressionless, but when he realizes that Lin Kesong is in his mind You have to express the feeling that everything you are used to suddenly bursts apart. "

"I know."

Who knows that Lian Xiao shook his head, "He doesn't have the mood to figure out the character at all now!"

"What's wrong?" The assistant director on the side heard Lian Xiao's self-talk and asked curiously.

"Because he found that a piece of fresh meat he had coveted had been bitten by other people's mouths! He was so depressed that he wanted to get angry, and he would control how to act!"

The deputy director Erzhang monk was puzzled.

On this day, finally finishing work, Li Mojun got in the car, and even Xiao Xiao sat beside him, closing the door.

"Mi Chen has something wrong, so he won't go back with us." Lian Xiao closed the door.

Li Mojun closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the chair, his face slightly cold.

Master Zhao joked while driving: "Mi Chen is not going to date yet?"

"Eh? Master Zhao, you really understand!"

"Have you met Mr. Lian, Mi Chen's boyfriend? The boys now are uncomfortable!"

"Master Zhao, they are the two young men and women who have grown up together in France! They grew up together in France! Sleep on a quilt and drink a glass of milk!"

Even Xiao Xiao's face was not heartbroken and he was not beating, whether he lied or not, he wasn't afraid to lay out the lie detector.

"Why did it take so long to come to France to see Mi Chen?"

"Alas, the little boy in France is unsettled! And he is still a model! He looks good, and he wants to give him a hug!"

"That Mi Chen must be careful! If this boy becomes a man, it will be different from when he was a kid!"

Even Xiao Xiao touched his nose, and Master Zhao was really awesome. Whatever Master Zhao would like to say he could come.

"I also think Michent wanted to dump him! It's just that someone chased from France thousands of miles, which girl has the heart?"

"Mr. Lian, you are wrong. You should ask Mi Chen where she is to see this French male model! In case there is something, we colleagues who know it!"

"I want to take a break."

Finally, Li Mojun, who had been silent, spoke.

Master Zhao sighed and stopped talking. Lian Xiao clutched his stomach and crossed his head, smirking and suffering from internal injuries.

Mi Chen kicked the door of Ansel's room, and the guy came to open the door in a yukata and deliberately stroked his hair. Mi Chen banged him directly and walked in.

This is a posture that every model must take when taking pictures. At that time, Ansel ’s first graphic poster was posted in Mi Chen ’s bedroom, and she saw him seeing vomiting.

"Do n’t you say you are hungry? What do you want to eat?"

"Barbecue and beer! Look and see!" Ansel pulled out his phone and showed Mi Chen the photo of the skewers he found on the Internet. What kind of charcoal grilled oysters, garlic string, open side shrimp, spicy crayfish and so on.

"This way, you eat diarrhea carefully."

"Don't be afraid! Just pull off! You don't have to worry about weight!" Ansel looked excited.

Mi Chen suddenly thought of the braces, and his heart was chilling.

"You just keep yourself whole, don't you be so glaring?"

Ansel put on a hat for himself, tucked all his hair into the hat, and put on black-rimmed glasses, gray from top to bottom. Just standing there, Mi Chen looked at his long, straight legs, and really wanted to split a section of himself.

"You said we were born to the same father, why is the gap so big?"

"This is the magic after the genetic recombination." Ansel did not forget to smell in front of the mirror until Mi Chen was about to kick him before he left.

Mi Chen took him to a small shop where he and Miao Miao often grilled skewers. He found a secret place by the window and sat down. He ordered all the varieties in the shop and ordered two bottles of beer.

Probably the agent's diet control is too strict, Ansel sees these two eyes and shines.

"Xiaomi! It's so hot!"

"Drink beer if it's spicy!"

"Xiaomi! Can you come back to France with me?"

"No, I have a job here."

"Then I can also give you a job! The fashion industry is the place where a make-up artist can play his best! I need you very much!"

"You have a broker."

"But the agent is not a relative or a friend. I do n’t know if I ’m really so attractive, or as special as those masters say ... But I do n’t think I have a friend. Some people who deliberately approach me just want to borrow I can meet the big names in the fashion world ... I do n’t like this feeling. "

"That means you haven't grown up yet. When you grow up, you will know how to enjoy loneliness." Mi Chen said with chicken wings indistinctly.

"... Don't you know?" Ansel suddenly put down the lobster in his hand and his mouth was spicy bright red.

"what do you know?"

"Havin Lin ... He is divorced."

"I know, I saw it in the magazine." Mi Chen choked slightly in his heart.

At that time, the beautiful picture was now divorced again. What is there forever? Or is it because all the marriage vows are because of uncertainty?

"In the past two years, I have often met him on fashion shows." Ansel rubbed his nose. "He will ask me if I know where you are."

"Did you say that?" Mi Chen raised her eyebrows?

Ansel quickly shook his head, "No! My promise to you will always be fulfilled! It's just that I don't understand, Lin really cares about you! You have also admired him since childhood, haven't you?"

"I will adore when I was young, and I naturally want to surpass when I grow up. If I still stay in France, Lin Runan will definitely take me into the fashion world and give me a sky, but I will always be under his shadow. I do n’t want that. . "

Ten years of crush, once broken.

And still when she needed him most.

"You will surpass him." Ansel said seriously.

"Why do you have such self-confidence?"

"Because you are younger than him, you have learned everything about him, and standing on the shoulders of giants has enough time to grow."

"Are you complimenting him?"

"I mean, he is your stepping stone!" Ansel raised his beer and touched the bottle with Mi Chen.

I don't know why, Mi Chen's mood improved.

Unknowingly, a dozen bottles of beer came down, and Mi Chen's belly rolled round, lying motionless on the greasy table.

"Ansel ... Ansel ..." Mi Chen kicked the long-legged man opposite with his eyes closed.

Ansel hummed twice, and there was no more movement.

Mi Chen took out his phone and dialed the phone, "Hey ... Meow ... I'm at Xiong Ji BBQ ... Come and pick me up ... I can't move ..."

The hazy Mi Chen's tongue didn't listen.

"Which bear remembers barbecue?"

I don't know if I had drunk too much beer. How did Mi Chen feel that the other party's voice was like red wine, as if shaking gently in a glass, trying to get her into a deeper place.

"You pretend ... what ... I really can't walk ... in Limin Lane ..." Mi Chen's mobile phone fell on the desktop from the ear with a click, and fell into the body of the crayfish.

After half an hour, a car stopped in front of Xiong Ji BBQ.

The man in the dark grey sweater walked into the grill. It was already ten o'clock at night. Many people were still eating barbecue in the store, and when they saw the man's cold side, Wuyi didn't raise his face. Some had lobster stuffed in their mouths, and some roasted eggplants were half hung before they were sent into their mouths. When they saw each other, they all showed the expression "this is impossible".

Li Mojun glanced over the line and stayed at a table. Mi Chen was lying on the table, a small crayfish shell was less than a centimeter from her face. The phone lay peacefully in the shell, and Mi Chen even snored. Under the table are countless beer bottles, enough to play several bowling rounds.

Li Mojun closed his eyes, implied anger, even the boss hesitated to step forward.

He eventually pinched her phone from the crayfish shell with two fingers, then pulled two cheap tissues, wiped it, and threw it into her pocket.

Then Li Mojun's eyes fell on Mi Chen's opposite. The young man who was lying on the table knew that he was tall without looking at it. Although a pair of long legs were curved, they were leaning against Mi Chen's knees under the table, and a small neck from the hat was very long and fair.

Li Mojun came behind Mi Chen and patted her face. Mi Chen hummed twice and showed no signs of waking up. Li Mojun lowered his eyes and looked at her for two seconds. Eventually, as if he was determined, he raised her head and hugged her sideways.

Everyone was stunned.

Li Mojun walked long legs and walked out before they took out their phones to take pictures.

When they turned on the camera function of the phone, Li Mojun had slammed the car door closed, and the black Mercedes vanished on the road.

The thick and greasy barbecue smell suddenly filled the whole car. When Mi Chen hit another hiccup, it was worse.

Li Mojun's fingers holding the steering wheel were too hard and his knuckles were white. He finally pressed the button, all the windows fell, and fresh air poured in.

At the entrance of Xingyuan, Li Mojun patted Mi Chen's face, "Where do you live?"

"Star Garden ..."

"Which Star Garden?"

"Do not mess with meow ..."

Li Mojun took a breath and took out his phone from Mi Chen's pocket. He wanted to find out the phone number of Meow, but the phone was set with a password.

"What's your phone password?"

"Secret." Mi Chen shook his head and wondered what he looked like!

Li Mojun stared at Mi Chen, but Mi Chen's frown seemed uncomfortable. Li Mojun dialed Lian Xiao's phone.

"Do you know where Mi Chen lives in Xingyuan?"

"I don't know, don't we just leave her at Xingyuan's door every time we leave?"

"Do you know the phone number of Meow?"

"... how would I know?"

Even when Xiao Gang wanted to say anything, the other party hung up the phone.

Li Mojun pulled out the cigarette case from the car, slammed the door shut, and lit the smoke against the night breeze.

His smoking addiction has always been small, and the smell of smoke on his body is not heavy. He lowered his eyebrows and spit out the smoke ring, but he didn't finish it. When I turned back, it seemed that a semicircle was drawn, and the world was divided into two.

He opened the car door again and made a phone call, "Hello, Aunt Zhang? Please bother you to work overtime tonight."

He started diligently, and the car drove up. It seemed that there was less restraint and more pleasure.

The car drove into Dibai Bay and stopped in front of his villa.

【small theater】

Mi Chen: What should I do in Ansel?

Fat Melon: You still think about that big stupid dog! Mind your own business! Be careful Li Mojun eats you!