Fanservice Paradox

The male planner was a full head shorter than Pei Tingsong, and looked extremely insignificant in front of him, so he could only smile awkwardly, "Ah...it's nothing, I just feel a little pity."

"Really?" Pei Tingsong smiled innocently, "Why is it a pity for a boy to be beautiful? I don't quite understand this kind of logic. Does it mean that he is not good-looking and deserves to be praised?"

It was obviously a very friendly question, but cold sweat broke out on the back of this planner. He had just seen how powerful this young male idol is, and even the big photographer wanted to sell him a little bit of face, "That's not what it meant..."

"I understand what you mean." Pei Tingsong let go of the hand on his shoulder, "There's nothing to regret about being good-looking as a boy, and being good-looking doesn't necessarily mean that something will happen. You want to say that, don't you?"

"Yep."

Pei Tingsong nodded seriously, "It's good, then we have similar ideas." He said with a relieved performance, "I thought there would be some unscrupulous straight man who would speak, and the knife would I lifted it up, but I didn't expect it to be a friendly army."

"Then I'll take the knife back to avoid accidental injury." Pei Tingsong smiled, "I'm notoriously a prickly person. I strike hard."

After speaking, he put his hands in his pockets, turned and left.

After hearing these words, the two staff members were already dripping with cold sweat.Most people in the circle knew that Pei Tingsong was not easy to mess with. They knew it before, let alone being popular now.It's just that they also thought that Pei Tingsong was really at odds with Fang Juexia as rumored, and they didn't expect him to come out at all.But no matter what, they didn't want to lose their jobs because of their broken mouths, so they could only eat the shame and hide away.

It was getting late, the orange sunset fell into the fir bushes, and the snow burned in the twilight.

Pei Tingsong warmed up and walked a few steps towards the shooting location. From a distance, he saw Fang Juexia in a black sweater walking forward under Lin Mo's guidance.

"Okay, turn your head and smile."

At that moment, he saw Fang Juexia turned her head, her smile brighter than snow.

Stepping on the snow, he walked closer, his eyes seemed to be out of conscious control, and he tracked Fang Juexia's figure in the gap between the crowd.

His whole body was covered in snow, and his face glowed with vivid blood under the light of snow and sky.When he raised his eyes, the redness in the corner of his eyes stretched out, like a wound.The clear eyes are half-covered by the snow eyelashes. In the close-up shot, the soaked eye sockets are reflected by the snow color to give a sense of transparency, like unmelted ice.

Lin Mo guided from the side, "Go further in, Jue Xia."

Fang Juexia went deep into the snow forest step by step according to his words, and was stopped until he reached a fir tree.

"Turn around, hide half of your body behind the tree, and go further." Lin Mo held up the camera, "Yes, only half of your face is showing."

Pei Tingsong also walked over, he didn't know why he walked over.Maybe it's because of curiosity, just like when he was a child, he wondered whether there was life in the section of a dead branch.

"Eyes, it's too cold now, show some emotion, tap your instinct..."

Photographers always speak in abstract terms.Fang Juexia didn't know what kind of feeling he was describing, he just felt confused.This is an unfamiliar formula.He couldn't understand what it was like to be imprisoned and what instinct was like.

Pei Tingsong walked to Lin Mo's side and looked at him from Lin Mo's perspective.

"Look over here, yes."

Fang Juexia's eyes met another person.

Pei Tingsong's eyes moved away from the camera, and he raised his head to look at him not far away.Those beautiful eyes looked straight at him as always, with the last resistance of a dead branch.

"Yes, that's it." There was surprise in Lin Mo's voice, and he quickly seized the opportunity to take a few photos to check the effect.

"Very good, although this look is different from what I imagined, but it's really good." Lin Mo even showed it to Pei Tingsong proudly, "Look at it, how about it? This face is so photogenic, how about it?" It is more expressive than I imagined, and I can switch to a model."

In the picture, Fang Juexia's figure is half covered by dark tree trunks, the left half of her face is calm, and the red birthmark is the only color in black and white.The exposed eye exudes a clear light, like a moon in a frozen pond.

This is the rare emotion in Lin Mo's mouth, and it is the last struggle of the winter that is about to fall into the trap.

But this struggle is nothing more than a layer of fragile thin ice, which will shatter when squeezed lightly. Once the warm current invades, there will be no place to hide this winter.He could only be coerced into melting, peeling himself off, revealing his original shape.

"Why don't you speak?"

Pei Tingsong was fascinated by watching it, and then he came back to his senses and nodded, "It is very good, he is very suitable."

Looking up again, Fang Juexia was already wrapped in a big coat, smiling quietly because of the staff's jokes, and stretched out his hand to remove half a residual leaf from the head of the assistant opposite.

Pei Tingsong couldn't deceive himself, linking the person in front of him with those rumors, another voice appeared in his heart.

Maybe he never believed those rumors in his heart.He was just looking for a valid reason to distance himself from this person, just as this person distanced himself.

Whether the voice was right or wrong, he could no longer tell.The prejudices and stubbornness of both of them have stretched the distance too far.

The last gleam of daylight was gone.At the moment when the setting sun jumped into the snowy forest and obliterated Fang Juexia's back, Lin Mo used the camera to capture this scene.

"Thank you." Fang Juexia bowed to the staff at the end of the filming, and walked back wearing a down jacket. When he walked up to Pei Tingsong, he didn't say a word.

Pei Tingsong actually felt a little blocked in his heart.

"Hey, you are not afraid of falling when you walk so fast."

After he said such a sentence, he felt a little regretful.As if he had done something on his own initiative, as if he supported Fang Juexia in his heart and walked with him all the way back to the carport.

But the other party didn't even look back, "Not fast."

Back in the studio, Fang Juexia stomped his feet while inspecting the film he had made.He had been in the snow for so long that his limbs were numb.

Pei Tingsong saw that the tips of his nose and ears were all red from the cold, his cheeks were also red, and he kept rubbing his hands, so he wanted to give him the hand warmer he gave him before.But when he put his hand into his pocket, the pocket was warm, and the hand warmer was no longer hot.

"This one is good, so is this one." Lin Moyi was very satisfied, "Your behind-the-scenes video can be cut into an MV. The artistic conception is very good. It is the cleanest blockbuster I have shot recently."

Fang Juexia was a little embarrassed by the praise, "Thank you..."

"You don't need to thank me, you are very photogenic, basically you don't have any waste films, which is very rare. And you have a very special temperament, it's a pity not to be a model."

Fang Juexia is not good at socializing, and he doesn't like to socialize. Facing so much praise, he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.Like a robot, he scoured barren databases, looking for words to apply.

While struggling, his hand was suddenly grabbed.Fang Juexia turned her head subconsciously, and saw Pei Tingsong standing beside her, her frozen fingers suddenly wrapped in warmth.

It was Pei Tingsong who grabbed his hand and stuffed it into the pocket of his warm coat.

"I also think that I just took two pictures with my mobile phone." Pei Tingsong inserted into the topic freely, "The snow scene here is also beautiful, which is the icing on the cake." After speaking, he looked at Fang Juexia and asked with a smile, "Really? ?”

Fang Juexia hadn't gotten away from the unexpected emotion, "Hmm..."

"Your hand warmer is already cold." Pei Tingsong didn't look at him, and said softly again, "The next best thing."

It was because of this.

Take the next step.

Fang Juexia chewed Pei Tingsong's words repeatedly in his heart.His thinking was simple and straightforward, and he often couldn't understand Pei Tingsong's words immediately, but this did not affect his confusion. It seemed that his brain and heartbeat had established their own systems and were no longer coupled.

The frozen fingers gradually regained consciousness, and the heat from the other hand penetrated into the skin, surged through the capillaries, and flowed to his fingertips.

That's another person's body temperature.

Every word of Pei Tingsong is like a trap with a cold light, he is used to avoiding it, so he will try to break free every time, even though it is futile every time.

He was hesitating whether to withdraw his hand, but Pei Tingsong had already let go of the hand that was holding his wrist, making him miss even the chance to break free.

In the small and warm pocket, there are two very different souls hidden close together.

After roughly confirming all the films, there was no time to rest, and everyone ate something casually in the car and immediately rushed to the two-person shooting location.Both of them changed their styles, they were the same shirts, except that Pei Tingsong was wearing black, and Fang Juexia was white, but his size was a little bigger, so it was a bit loose to wear.

The shooting site this time is very simple. The ground in the shed is only a bed covered with white velvet, which looks very soft.

Fang Juexia was staring at the bed in a daze when he heard Pei Tingsong laughing and joking, with a casual tone, "I didn't expect the first sex scene in my life to come so soon."

He can't laugh.

He couldn't imagine how a two-person cover of a major issue would be shot on the bed.

Seeing Lin Mo approaching, Pei Tingsong was full of curiosity, and immediately asked, "What posture should we use? Brother Jue Xia and I."

As soon as this remark was made, the ladies and sisters from the props group who followed her covered their mouths and laughed.Pei Tingsong didn't know why, so he looked at Fang Juexia suspiciously.In individual cases, this boy who grew up abroad would occasionally make some mysterious speeches because of the mismatch of the situation, even though he has a high literary quality and a strong learning ability.

Fang Juexia didn't know how to explain it, so he simply said, "The word posture can't be used casually."

Pei Tingsong asked why with an innocent expression, Fang Juexia didn't want to talk to him, because the group's camera was still following him, and he didn't want to discuss adult topics and be recorded in the group.

"Why?" Pei Tingsong asked again.

Fang Juexia said helplessly, "I don't know, don't ask."

Pei Tingsong frowned, "If you don't know, then you still say me?"

Fang Juexia: "..."

Lin Mo didn't have much time for them to discuss the posture. After discussing the lighting problem with the lighting engineer, he called Fang Juexia over and asked him to lie on the big velvet bed.Fang Juexia was serious about her work, she did whatever the photographer said, and lay down obediently without saying a word.

"Lie on your side, facing this way, yes."

After confirming Fang Juexia's position, Lin Mo said to Pei Tingsong again, "You, turn around and lie down." He also made a U-turn gesture.

The surrounding staff laughed again with unknown meaning.Pei Tingsong felt baffled, but it was work after all, so he did as Lin Mo said.

"Xiao Pei go down, go down again, your head is close to Juexia's head. Yes, you two turn sideways, face to face."

Hearing the order to turn sideways, Fang Juexia, who was lying on his back, consciously turned his face sideways, but the distance was shortened too close, and the tip of his nose almost touched the bridge of Pei Tingsong's nose. He immediately shrank back a little, pretending nothing happened.

They lay half curled up on their sides on this large round velvet bed, staggered upside down, with their faces close together, facing each other.

"It's not close enough." Lin Mo stepped forward and adjusted it himself, "I need your profile lines to have a sense of fit. If you can compress the distance to the minimum, it can fit perfectly, understand?"

Lin Mo was just explaining the effect he wanted to achieve, but this description inevitably aroused people's imagination.

"Especially the straight line of the bridge of the nose, I hope you guys are parallel here, but one person is from top to bottom, and the other is reversed, from bottom to top."

Pei Tingsong and Fang Juexia kept approaching each other at his request, like two meteors approaching with repelling trajectories.They tend towards each other like Tai Chi, and their bodies seem to extend in opposite directions.Pair balance, unity of opposites.

"Very good, that's it." Lin Mo checked again, away from the big bed, "Very good, bring the props here."

Pei Tingsong asked innocently, "Is there any other props?" The people around laughed again, and even Cheng Qiang put his hand on his forehead helplessly.

Fang Juexia, who was the closest, just wanted him to shut up.

The props team brought a long green leafy vine, which seemed to have flowers but not yet opened, just tiny buds.

"What is this?" Fang Juexia reached out and touched it.

Before the staff could speak, Pei Tingsong answered by himself, "Lonicera." Fang Juexia was a little surprised by his strange reserve of knowledge, "How do you know?"

"My garden was planted when I was a child." Pei Tingsong replied very simply.

Honeysuckle.

Fang Juexia recited the name silently in her heart, and thought it was wonderful.The wonderful conceptual fit seems to be more than that.

They wrapped the green honeysuckle vines around Fang Juexia and Pei Tingsong's body, going up to Pei Tingsong's arms, as if these vines emerged from Pei Tingsong's body.

"I feel like a dryad."

"That's not it, you are a flower fairy." Andy used hairspray to fix a few clematis on Pei Tingsong's head, and there were flowers on his ears, shoulders and arms.

Lin Mo came to help them pose again, "Xiao Pei, hold the back of his neck with your hand."

Pei Tingsong quickly understood what he meant, and wrapped his arms around the back of his head to hold his slender neck.

"Very good," Lin Mo stepped on a chair and bowed to take a picture, "Be more natural, go and see the other party."

But after trying several times, the film did not reach the feeling Lin Mo wanted in his heart, and he always felt that there was something wrong with his tone, "It's almost there, the tension is not enough. Xiao Pei relaxes first."

For some reason, Fang Juexia thought of Lonicera again, silently recited the word forbearance, and a new idea came up.He sat up and looked at Lin Mo, "Mr. Lin, I have an idea."

Cheng Qiang standing aside was a little surprised, it was Fang Juexia who spoke, not Pei Tingsong.

After all, in his limited memory, Fang Juexia is not a character who would easily put forward his own opinions.

Lin Mo has already accepted this working mode after Pei Tingsong repeatedly overturned his plans several times before, "Say it."

"I saw honeysuckle and I thought of a problem. We seemed to make an assumption at the beginning of shooting."

Pei Tingsong was still lying on the bed, looking up at Fang Juexia who was sitting up, what he said was very logical.

"We have been assuming that in this confinement relationship, what is endured is winter, so what about spring?"

From Pei Tingsong's point of view, Fang Juexia's eyes are looking upwards, the light is shining on it, and the whole face is shining brightly, "Then if we break this prior condition, let's look at this relationship again."

While speaking, Fang Juexia's snow-white eyelashes flickered, "Actually, spring is also patient."

These words appeared flatly, making Pei Tingsong's heart skip a beat.

What does spring endure?

Suffering from gains and losses, endure what one asks for but fails.

After Shinobu got close, he had to watch him melt and lose his original posture.

I have to admit that at this moment he was emotionally convinced by Fang Juexia's point of view.He is not a silent formula, his aura is hidden in the rules of permutation and combination.

The inspiration resonance between creations is speechless. Lin Mo stretched out his index finger and pointed at Fang Juexia several times, "Yes, you are right. This mutual emotion is right."

Tension does not mean that it must be restraint and resistance that must be tense. It can also be that the sensibility wants to get close to the ice and snow, but the reason has to endure it.

Fang Juexia lay down again.

Having already grasped the concept, Pei Tingsong did not reach out to hold the back of his neck this time, but backed away a little.Stretch out your hand towards the side of your face.His fingers are long and clean.The fingertips exert force to pull the tendons on the back of the hand, there is an illusion of forbearance.

Suddenly, Fang Juexia called out Andy's name, and when he came over, he asked, "Can his hands be used for frostbite makeup?"

"Frostbite?" Andy's false eyelashes flickered.

"Well, it's not just this." Fang Juexia said again, "Please wrap more honeysuckle vines around my neck and chin, and extend all the way up. And Brother Andy, please draw some on my neck and face A small wound, like a cut from a honeysuckle vine."

"Yeah!" Lin Mo hurriedly nodded before he could swallow the coffee in his mouth, "Yes, yes, this is very good."

"Why?" Pei Tingsong actually had the answer, but he still wanted to ask.

Fang Juexia replied simply and flatly, "Only those who have paid the price are called patience."

He not only has a beautiful skin, Pei Tingsong must admit.

Everything was carried out according to the plan discussed temporarily. Lin Mo expressed his satisfaction. He needed to connect the part of the single-player film, so between Pei Tingsong and Fang Juexia, he sprinkled eustoma petals that had appeared in the photo before.

The camera focused on this scene, and he felt that everything was in place, "Very good, let's start."

In the close-up, there are two profile faces. They are close to each other, but they seem to be resisting.Pei Tingsong stretched out his hand, his fingers were blue from frostbite.His fingertips were only a hair's breadth away from Fang Juexia's, but they still didn't touch.Even in a static photo, it seems that his trembling hands can be seen.

Confined from bottom to top by the honeysuckle full of spring vitality, it seems that it will always be woven into a green cage. Fang Juexia closed his eyes and frowned slightly, as if he was exhausted even to breathe.

The birthmark at the corner of the left eye is the only color on this face, like a petal and a cruel scar.Pei Tingsong, who was facing him, was also at the corner of his eyes, with a patch of early cherry blossoms falling.

The moment Lin Mo pressed the shutter.

Fang Juexia, who closed his eyes, showed a subtle smile on the corner of his mouth.

Unsurprisingly, the editor-in-chief ordered this blockbuster as the cover on the spot, and there was no need to choose any more. Experience and first instinct told him that this was the best.Fortunately, this spring, who has long been swallowed by the desire for monopoly, is still struggling to retain the last bit of restraint.

It's even better in the winter when he was imprisoned and abused, but finally gave up on himself.