Fanservice Paradox

Pei Tingsong was somewhat surprised.

The moment he opened his mouth, he knew that most people here couldn't understand what he was thinking and what he was going to do.After all, he has been like this since he was a child, and in the eyes of others, he is just a stubborn stubble.Surprisingly, Fang Juexia understood.At first, he thought that he only guessed that he would be dissatisfied with this sloppy and perfunctory plan, but what was really unexpected was that Fang Juexia completely understood all his thoughts.

It's like two channels accidentally switched on.

They are contradictory.It is not the unity of double images that are mutually bionic, but the separation and opposition of strong personalities.

Fang Juexia has his own temperature and style, and should not be roughly homogenized.

These thoughts seemed to circulate in the minds of the two of them.Pei Tingsong attributed this unreasonable tacit understanding to the two years they spent together. Even though there was almost zero communication between them, there is no purely isolated thing in the world.There is indeed some kind of subtle connection between him and Fang Juexia, which is complicated and difficult to detect.

Perhaps there is something in common on the logical level, and he tried to give a reasonable explanation.

Lin Mo seemed to be very satisfied with Fang Juexia's proposal. Pictures and inspirations appeared in his mind, which greatly increased his enthusiasm for this work. "Spring and winter, very good." He confirmed Fang Juexia's face very carefully. Observing, eventually concluding, "You do fit the winter concept. Andy."

"Hey~ Here it comes, I also think this version is better, the end of winter and spring solstice also fits the recent time point, and the two of them don't have the same type in the first place. I have to think about the makeup look this time." Andy has been in the industry for ten years, and he is a real person. Looking at Lin Mo's face, he knew that he was going to be a big ticket this time, and he gave up the idea of ​​paddling at the beginning. After all, this cooperation is a big photographer. The teacher and two upstarts in the circle.

In the entertainment circle, underestimation is the most taboo, no one can predict who will become famous overnight, let alone the two people's popularity is already obvious.

They spent more than two hours re-discussing. This process is not common in the entertainment industry that pursues high efficiency. Everyone hopes to start work directly and then call it a day.But it's worth it, after all, from a perfunctory assembly line at the beginning to a creation that everyone takes seriously, this kind of experience is rare and interesting enough.

The editor who wrote the tidbits almost snickered, usually there is nothing to write and you have to piece together, and now this kind of dramatic turning point is simply great material in front of you.

Pei Tingsong's makeup was clean and simple, and Andy also deliberately highlighted the two moles on his lower eyelids and the skin under his eyes, "Your mole looks really nice, and it's the kind of thing that's popular now that is pure and lustful."

Fang Juexia, who was coming out of the locker room, only felt strange when he heard this. He hadn't been able to understand this word from Pei Tingsong so far.However, pure and desire are completely opposite in semantics, and this sense of contradiction is in line with his personality.

"The scar at the corner of your eye..." Andy looked at the raised scab and felt worried, "It can't be covered by concealer, so it will be removed later."

"Come as long as it's convenient." Pei Tingsong started to feel sleepy again, too lazy to care about these details.

Fang Juexia stared at the huge mirror in the dressing room, which reflected Pei Tingsong who was sitting and the injury at the corner of his eye.He changed into a milky coffee-colored sweater, which softened his perverse temperament a lot.

"Juexia, coffee." Cheng Qiang went out and came back again, put down a cup in front of Pei Tingsong, and then led Fang Juexia who hadn't started styling to sit down in the corner of the styling room, "Are you sleepy?"

"It's okay." Fang Juexia found that the small wooden table in this corner was empty, but there was a small potted plant on the ground in the corner, with a pink flower tree planted inside.

He held a coffee in his hand and stared at the flower tree seriously, when Coco, the styling assistant, came over to give him a hair clip, and he asked softly, "Hello, what kind of flower is this?"

"This, this is the early cherry blossoms that someone gave to Teacher Andy two days ago. Today, there are so many people that we are afraid of falling, so we put it on the ground."

early cherry blossoms.

After fixing the last clip, Fang Juexia squatted next to the little flower tree.The soil of the pot is covered with a layer of fallen petals, very soft pale pink.

Tuan Zong's camera was still shooting at Pei Tingsong, Pei Tingsong was bored with make-up, and started chatting with the camera guy, "How about rock-paper-scissors losing the story?"

The camera guy shook the camera in parallel, expressing his refusal.

"You're afraid of losing, I know." Pei Tingsong concluded with a feigned grim face, and his makeup was almost done.As soon as he looked into the mirror, he saw Fang Juexia walking towards him. He changed into a loose black shirt, making the cool white of his skin more obvious.

He seemed to be looking for a makeup assistant to borrow something, and finally took a small bottle and squeezed something on his hand.

"Almost, it's the scar that's troublesome." While Andy was talking, Fang Juexia suddenly said, "I want to try."

"Try what?" As soon as Pei Tingsong asked, Fang Juexia bent down to him on his own initiative.

The distance between the two suddenly shortened to less than five centimeters, and the air seemed to be severely compressed.As I breathed, the scent of perfume that gave off bursts of air-conditioning after the ice cream was taken apart reappeared.His eyes were full of red birthmarks in the corners of Fang Juexia's eyes, like the only redness in the ice and snow.

The stupefaction is short-lived, and Fang Juexia's movements are also short-lived, so short that his consciousness has no time to process this feeling.His fingertips have left Pei Tingsong's skin.

After scrutinizing it carefully for a few seconds, Fang Juexia straightened up and looked again.

"What about this?" He looked up at Andy after finishing his artistic play.

Andy supported Pei Tingsong's chin and looked into the mirror.Only then did Pei Tingsong realize that the scab at the corner of his eye was covered by a pink petal.

Fang Juexia's voice didn't have much emotion, she just stated her point of view, "It just happens to be the concept of spring, and the flowers should not violate harmony."

Andy looked left and right, very pleasantly surprised, even said a few times perfect, and fixed the petals with removable glue, "And after pasting this, it echoes the birthmark on Juexia's face."

Fang Juexia did not expect this.So he was taken aback for a moment, and when he lowered his head, his eyes accidentally met Pei Tingsong.

Pei Tingsong raised his eyes, touched the flower petals covering the scar with his fingers, "You did it on purpose."

"No." Fang Juexia retorted quickly.This was a far cry from his usual reflexes.

Pei Tingsong's eyes swept lazily over his plain face, and finally settled on his flushed neck. He didn't make a sound, looking at himself in the mirror.With the petals at the corners of the eyes, there is indeed something in common with Fang Juexia.

"Ting Song's makeup is more salty, and what I pursue is the feeling that I don't seem to have done anything but actually think a lot." Andy began to style Fang Juexia, "Juexia's makeup should be a little more special."

Pei Tingsong picked up his coffee and sat on the chair next to him, staring at Fang Juexia in a rare way.

Andy didn't put on Fang Juexia's makeup, "Your skin is really good, but the texture of your skin has been worn away by the foundation."

Fang Juexia's expressionless face was reflected in the mirror.

Taking advantage of the hairdo, Pei Tingsong unscrupulously observed Fang Juexia from the mirror.He found that in fact, his facial features have a strong sense of idol, beautiful, delicate, without the burden of life.However, the brow bone and the bridge of the nose are specially formed, and they are connected vertically and horizontally, showing a slender and straight T-shape on that narrow face, which is between the rough and protruding masculine and the soft and gentle female, just like pulling out from a flat snowfield. A lone pine tree rising from the ground.

This lonely and upright frame supports his lonely stubbornness.

Pei Tingsong thought, if the brow bone and nose bridge were paired with a pair of sweet and bright eyes, it might be able to neutralize it.But he had a pair of beautiful cold eyes, the double eyelids were narrow and thin, the pupil color was thin, and the corners of the eyes were neither raised nor lowered.It is said that eyebrows are expressive, but Fang Juexia's eyes seem to be separated by a transparent ice wall, and there is no emotion, only frozen reason and alienation.All combined on this pale surface, like a tough yet fragile white flower.

The dead branch waiting to be broken, seemed to have tenaciously used its last vitality to bloom a flower, which was beautifully white.

Fang Juexia's eye makeup is not complicated, and Andy didn't even curl his eyelashes, but directly took out a white mascara and brushed it on his slender eyelashes.The color is stained little by little, like snowflakes falling on the eyelashes, and the feeling of winter appears immediately.

The moment Fang Juexia raised his eyes, Pei Tingsong had to admit that he was indeed touched by the beauty of pure white.Originally, the coldness on his body had nowhere to hide, but now the chill was even stronger.

Even the styling assistant on the side spoke with surprise, "It's so fairy, so fairy and cold."

Andy swept some blush on Fang Juexia's lower eyelid, extending to his red birthmark, and drew an imperceptible white eyeliner along the inner side of his lower eyelid, and dotted the drop-shaped silver glitter liquid eyeshadow on the lower corner of his eye , has been dripping down, like a solidified tears.

There is a feeling of crying.Pei Tingsong thought to himself.

But Fang Juexia probably wouldn't cry, he couldn't imagine what it would be like for such an emotionless person to cry.

It has been two full years since his debut, and he can hardly recall any moment when Fang Juexia showed his emotions.Although their relationship can only be counted as business teammates, they spend as much time as anyone else.

After searching, he actually remembered something.

A year ago, he went out for a group commercial performance before putting on makeup, and accidentally ran into Fang Juexia in the corridor.He was standing on the side of the vending machine talking on the phone, as if he didn't want to be seen so he deliberately hid.Pei Tingsong vaguely heard him calling his mother, and he mentioned topics such as grandpa's medical treatment.

Originally, he wasn't interested in listening to it, but he was just wondering whether he should buy something or not.But the other party just turned around, and the eyes of the two collided awkwardly.

At that time, Fang Juexia's expression was stunned, the corners of his eyes were red, and the ice in his eyes melted away, gathering watery light.He held his mobile phone and bowed his head to leave in a hurry, like a cold wind passing by.

It was also that time that Pei Tingsong, who pursued self-consistent logic in everything, also found the reason for the rumors of Fang Juexia's unspoken rules. The family is not easy, and he has no background, so he can only take this shortcut.At first, he was sure that this logic was complete, but now he became more and more skeptical, and even wanted to overthrow it directly.

He just wanted to know why Fang Juexia never explained.

There are too many contradictions in this person.Obviously rumors are entangled, but there is a sense of indifference all over her body.Obviously born in summer, it is called summer, but it is like a snow that never melts.

For no reason, a poem he liked popped up in Pei Tingsong's mind, and he glanced at the pen and sticky notes used by the stylist assistant.

"It's done."

He heard Fang Juexia's voice, and then got up from the chair.Seeing him staring at her, Fang Juexia's eyes widened slightly, and her snow-white eyelashes flickered.It was the look he would show when he doubted himself.

"It's...isn't it weird that I'm like this?"

The relationship between them seems to have eased to the point where Fang Juexia can safely ask him for his opinion, which is a welcome progress.Pei Tingsong said nothing, the corners of his mouth curled up, he put a folded piece of paper into the front pocket of his shirt, and left while being urged by his assistant.

Fang Juexia stayed where she was, and opened the paper.The handwriting on it is scattered, just a few lines, it is a poem.

[Please do your best,

Treat me with snow.

Whenever I stand shoulder to shoulder with the mulberry tree,

Slowly through the summer,

His tenderest leaf,

will scream. ]

The author has something to say: This is a poem by the German poet Paul Celan.