Super unpopular CP[entertainment circle]

19.

In the dressing room on the set, Fang Zhixing was naked/topless, and the makeup artist was holding a paint tray to paint bruises on his waist and abdomen.

The makeup artist suddenly sighed: "Mr. Fang, you have a really good figure."

Fang Zhixing was itchy from being dipped in the brush, he twisted his shoulders to hide, and couldn't help laughing.He was lying on the table, the muscle lines of his back stretched out quickly, and the arcs were well-proportioned and beautiful, like a white butterfly fluttering its wings.

The makeup artist held him down: "Stop being charming, I want to get a nosebleed."

"No," Fang Zhixing said happily, "I'm ticklish."

Ji Chuan was eating melon seeds cross-legged next to him, staring at Fang Zhixing's upper body with envy: "You have lost so much weight, and you haven't practiced for so long, how do you still have muscles?"

Fang Zhixing turned his head from between his arms. Ji Chuan hadn't gone to the practice room since he became a troupe manager.Fang Zhixing could hear the sour taste: "The meat is already loose, and it will be gone in a while, so don't be unbalanced."

Ji Chuan made a "cut" and asked the makeup artist, "Do you want to be naked in today's scene?"

Fang Zhixing almost sprayed: "You are making a pornographic film, and you are still naked!"

"Isn't it a passion scene in the bathroom? We all take a shower together, so don't take off your clothes!"

The make-up artist laughed and shook her hands: "No, you can wear underwear."

"I'm asking something unprofessional," Ji Chuan rubbed his nose, "The passionate scenes are all so off-putting, haven't actors gone off the hook before?"

Fang Zhixing's face was full of black lines: "Ji Chuan, you are really good!"

"It's okay, I have thought about this problem before." The makeup artist said, "Later, when I went to the set, there were so many cameras facing each other, and a scene was watched by so many people. If the movements, expressions, and angles were a little wrong, I had to reshoot. It’s a talent to be able to walk away.”

Fang Zhixing saw Ji Chuan's indescribable expression blooming with joy, and smiled for a long time, and said to the makeup artist as if thinking of something: "Sister, if you only wear underwear, will you be photographed if you have any scars on your body?"

The makeup artist nodded and said, "Scars don't look good on the camera. They are too obvious and usually have to be covered up. Do you have any?"

Fang Zhixing pointed to his leg with a smile: "There is one, cover it for me."

Half an hour later, Fang Zhixing was wrapped in a big bath towel and was fiddled with by Chen Hua back and forth.

Zhong Siyuan was wearing dark blue pajamas and slippers, holding a steaming thermos in his hand, leaning on the door frame like an old cadre to watch Chen Hua gesture.His brows were loose, and he looked a bit rambling. Chen Hua turned to him halfway through his speech. Seeing his appearance, he was a little annoyed, and wished to kick him: "Can you be more serious?"

Zhong Siyuan took a sip of hot tea and said lazily, "I will."

"What will you do?" Chen Hua stared at him.

Fang Zhixing pouted, wanting to laugh.

Chen Hua continued to shoot: "The result of you will be to bite people's mouths, you will!"

Zhong Siyuan let out a "tsk" impatiently, feeling that this matter cannot be passed.

Chen Hua scolded: "Look at it honestly!"

Chen Hua took a step forward and pushed Fang Zhixing against the wall, stroking his waist frivolously with his fingers, and tilted his head close to his ear.

Fang Zhixing was very itchy when he was touched, he laughed "puchi", and tilted his head away: "Hahaha, director, I'm sorry, it's too itchy!"

Chen Hua's face turned green, he shook the towel in his hand, and sat back behind the monitor: "Okay, let me see how you two act." He picked up the walkie-talkie, "Every department is ready."

The shower in the bathroom was turned on first, and after it was filled with hot air, Zhixing took off the towel and walked in.

He was wearing a pair of underwear all over his body, and the water quickly wet him, his hair, shoulders and arms, and the crystal clear water flowed over his waist, bruised and purple, and slowly flowed down his calves.

This scene was like taking a shower live, Fang Zhixing inevitably felt awkward, and it took a while to get used to the hot water.

Chen Hua saw that it was almost done, and the filming officially started.

In the camera, the warm light from the bathroom is reflected in Cheng Hao's deep eyes through the frosted door.

He pushed open the door, the hot air was exhausted, and the damp and cold air conditioner in the room trembled sullenly.

Fang Zhixing's face was indifferent, he pushed his wet hair back, and said without any emotion: "Close the door, it's cold."

Zhong Siyuan closed the door and came in. Seeing that Fang Zhixing had turned off the water, he took a towel from the shelf.

"Why didn't you call me to help you?" He asked, and as he approached the other party, the soft towel spread out and wrapped around the back of Fang Zhixing's head.

Fang Zhixing did not refuse: "Seeing that you are busy, I am afraid that it will disturb your work."

Zhong Siyuan helped Fang Zhixing wipe his body, the water droplets on his skin were absorbed by the towel, his warm fingertips slipped across his chest inadvertently, and stopped when he passed by his waist.He frowned, and said distressedly: "The blue is so bad, does it hurt?"

Fang Zhixing still had that indifferent look: "It's okay."

Zhong Siyuan draped the towel over his shoulders, and reached out his hand to twirl his wet hair in a mess.He approached Fang Zhixing, breath lingered on his temples, smelled the fragrance of shampoo, lowered his voice to seduce, "Will you dry your hair later?"

He rubbed Fang Zhixing's cheek with the tip of his nose, and his lips brushed against the delicate skin as if nothing. He pressed Fang Zhixing's neck, led the person back, and finally pushed him against the cold wall.

Move your fingers down, and everything happens very naturally.

He kissed Fang Zhixing, smoothed his trembling pores, and even called him vaguely and hoarsely: "Of course."

Fang Zhixing suddenly grabbed his hand.

Zhong Siyuan separated from him and pressed his forehead, he looked deeply into his eyes, passionate/desire surged, he restrained and asked: "Did I hurt you?"

Fang Zhixing's voice was very cold, his eyes were clear, and he pushed him with his plastered hand: "It's not convenient."

Zhong Siyuan chuckled lightly: "I'll be careful, I won't touch it."

"No more," Fang Zhixing brushed his hands away, "I don't feel well."

Then he stepped on the water stains on the ground and walked out without looking back.

The hips were covered with a bath towel, and his legs were slender and fair without sunlight. Zhong Siyuan stared at his back, his peach-colored heels, and his bent knees with a cold expression.

Chen Hua rubbed his face aggrieved, never expecting that the amateur player in his heart could perform exceptionally well.

The crew left work early again.

Fang Zhixing changed his clothes on the spot, closed the door, wiped his hair with a dry towel, and pulled off his soaked underwear.

"Dong dong", someone knocked on the door.

Fang Zhixing hopped on his pants and frantically zipped them up: "Who is it?"

Zhong Siyuan's voice came: "Me."

Fang Zhixing put on his pants and opened the door muttering, "You are not in a hurry to leave today."

"Closing work early, director Chen is afraid of delaying the later shooting, so the photo of the couple who was lined up before was moved to today's shoot. I have already contacted the photographer, and we can just go there."

The work task came suddenly, Fang Zhixing hurriedly changed his clothes.The troupe was busy, and Ji Chuan wanted to leave first, so he hitched a ride with Zhong Siyuan.

Going to take pictures at this point will definitely not have time to eat, so Lin Manman bought two pieces of bread at the entrance of the film and television city.

Zhong Siyuan didn't eat, he was used to being irregular, it doesn't matter if he eats more or less.

Fang Zhixing also waved his hand: "Recently, there are barbecues and hot pots, and I have rebounded."

Zhong Siyuan looked at Fang Zhixing, hugged him when filming today, his bones were already broken, and he was much thinner than before.He couldn't help recalling the lingering neck-to-neck not long ago, the hot temperature in the mouth, the soft lips and tongue, which made people want to pick more times.

Lin Manman sent a file to Zhong Siyuan's mobile phone: "Boss, Mr. Fang, after taking the photo, there will be a two-person interview. This is a prepared question, please take a look first."

Fang Zhixing came over to watch with Zhong Siyuan, but Zhong Siyuan ruthlessly avoided him and forwarded the document to Fang Zhixing.

……what!

stingy Bara.

Everyone prepared on the road, and it was already dark when we arrived at the destination.

The place where the photos were taken was in an office building, which is a well-known fashion studio in the industry.

The makeup artist is called Lucy, with exaggerated costumes, gorgeous makeup, and long smoky gray hair. Fang Zhixing almost called her sister, but fortunately Lin Manman spoke first: "Brother Lucy!"

Fang Zhixing almost fell to his knees when he heard a pure male voice.

Lucy threw three brushes in front of her enthusiastically, seeing Zhong Siyuan's eyes gleaming: "Ayuan!"

Zhong Siyuan took a step back and nodded coldly.

Lucy turned her attention to Fang Zhixing again, and raised her orchid fingers with her hands painted with bright red nail polish: "Are you the mysterious little fresh meat who is on the hot search with A Yuan?" His chin rested between his fingers, and he lowered slightly Looking at Fang Zhixing's facial features from above, "Well, he looks pretty good."

Then he said a sentence that made Fang Zhixing feel sad: "But you two don't have a sense of CP."

Fang Zhixing wanted to roll his eyes. Hearing these words from South Korea in the mainland, it was like a curse that followed everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, Lucy began to boast: "But it doesn't matter, in my hands, a pheasant can turn into a phoenix!"

Lucy twisted her waist and walked away, Fang Zhixing stared at Zhong Siyuan: "Who is he talking about?"

From the degree of Lucy's pursuit of Zhong Siyuan, the answer to this question is self-evident, Zhong Siyuan glanced at him indifferently, found a chair and sat down.

After waiting for a while, Lucy's assistant came over with an ipad to show them the styles, and explained: "We received the character biographies and story outlines from the crew, and we roughly settled on the following two styles: ignorant and youthful in adolescence, mutual Unrequited love is like a sour plum. Our keynote is yellow-green. Adulthood is gloomy and heavy, and the entanglement between the two sides is full of bruises. There are interviews, the time is a bit tight, thank you two teachers."

Soon a staff member took them to change their clothes, and they were photographed in sequence, with the sour plum first. The clothes looked like summer uniforms worn by high school students, the difference being that the colors were brighter.A white short-sleeved shirt with bluish-yellow trim on the cuffs and collar points, shorts close to the knees, the same color as the top, and a pair of white canvas shoes on the feet.

Fang Zhichang didn't wear such bright pants at such a big age, and he was a little awkward when he came out, but when he saw that Zhong Siyuan was wearing the same clothes as him, he immediately regained his balance.

He bared his mouth and smiled with a row of neat teeth, jokingly said: "Mr. Zhong, you are green."

It's as if he's not green himself.

Zhong Siyuan didn't bother to talk to him.

Lucy swaggered over to put on Fang Zhixing's makeup, raised his chin, and sighed: "Such a tender little face, it's OK to put on a base makeup."

Fang Zhixing got goose bumps, and closed his eyes not to look at him as if avoiding himself.

Lucy talked a lot, and kept talking: "Why don't you two have a sense of CP? It's a temperament problem. A Yuan is too cold, you are not sunny enough."

So he kept sprinkling salt on Fang Zhixing's wounds: "He has deep sockets, deep eyes, and looks a little like a Westerner. You have almond eyes, round and staring. Putting it on a girl is called cute, and putting it on you It weakens the atmosphere."

"His nose has a high bridge, a hump, and thin lips, which naturally give people a sense of distance. Your nose is long and straight from the side, and your lips have a small bead, which is a relatively approachable appearance."

"Let's talk about the eyebrows. He's Jianmei. You are... Who trimmed your eyebrows for you? I have to change them for you."

Fang Zhixing was almost sleepy from his nagging, and he didn't feel like he was here to take pictures, but more like a fortune teller.

Fortunately, Lucy put on makeup quickly, and it was done for him in about ten minutes. It was not the first time for Zhong Siyuan to come, and there were several makeup artists he knew well, and it was almost finished at this moment.

The two stood together, and the makeup and clothing brought them back to the age of 17.

The assistant handed each of them a tennis racket, Lucy nodded in satisfaction, and whispered to Lin Manman: "It looks so good!"

Everything was ready, the photographer came to the scene, and after reading the requirements, he said to them: "Since this is the feeling of first love, you all should relax a bit, don't be too tense."

Fang Zhixing thought for a while, he and Zhong Siyuan were also each other's first love, the panic and apprehension before revealing their feelings, wanting to see each other every day, and fearing that they would be hated because they were too far apart because of being the same sex, it was really sour and sweet.

The 17-year-old Yu Ran is sensitive and delicate, but he has not lost hope in life.He held the tennis racket in his arms, looked cute and cute, and smiled sweetly at the camera with his head tilted.

Zhong Siyuan hung lazily on him, with his chin resting on his shoulder, and his tennis racket was standing on the ground, as if doing whatever he wanted.

It is not difficult for them to take pictures. Whether it is bringing people or themselves, they have personally experienced the feeling of first love.

The shutter sounded, and Fang Zhixing covered his face with a tennis racket. Zhong Siyuan understood what he meant, and took a step forward to approach him, bowing his head slightly.

Fang Zhixing raised his face with the corners of his lips curled up. Across the net, their noses touched, but their lips were inseparable and did not fit together completely.

They closed their eyes at the same time, and the photographer hurriedly took pictures of this scene. The racket, the lips that did not kiss and the tip of the nose that couldn't help but want to get closer, they perfectly interpreted the sourness and haze of first love.

The photographer praised: "This pair is so well shot!"

So things went fast.

The first set was finished quickly, Fang Zhixing took Zhong Siyuan's racket and returned it to the staff.

The photographer didn't let this go, and took several pictures in a row.

Fang Zhixing stopped in his tracks, not knowing whether he should stop for someone to take a photo or just leave.

Zhong Siyuan gently pinched his side waist, indicating that he can change clothes.

When turning around, he accidentally stepped on Fang Zhixing's shoelace, Zhong Siyuan caught Fang Zhixing's slap, and this scene was filmed again.

Fang Zhixing knelt down to tie his shoelaces, raised his eyes and saw Zhong Siyuan's, and pulled his shoelaces away with a smirk.

Zhong Siyuan shook his head helplessly, squatted opposite him, and asked, "Are you happy like this?"

Fang Zhixing circled his calf, exposing most of his knees, and smiled with his clear eyes: "Mr. Zhong, it's happiest to see you helpless."

With that said, he slowly stood up.

With his slender and straight legs stretched in front of him, Zhong Siyuan inevitably witnessed the whole process of him squatting and standing up.

Suddenly, his hand tying his shoelaces stopped.

A picture froze on the retina.

When it was time to confirm again, Fang Zhixing had already briskly walked away.

In a few seconds, Zhong Siyuan felt chills all over his body, and he repeatedly played back the scene he saw just now——

There is a mark on Fang Zhixing's right knee that was deliberately covered up. It was probably washed with water during the bathroom scene in the afternoon, and the foundation faded a little. If it wasn't close, it would not be noticed.

It was a surgical scar, knotted like a centipede on the supposedly smooth skin, very long, from the thigh to the knee, at least fifteen centimeters by visual inspection.

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感谢在2020-05-0311:23:25~2020-05-0411:29:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Le Cheng and Fat Daci;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!