Super unpopular CP[entertainment circle]

8.

Fang Zhixing and Zhong Siyuan sat side by side, the books on the table were stacked high, and there was an illusion of being surrounded by secrets.

The camera started to operate, and Zhong Siyuan took a pencil to write and draw on the book, explaining the topic in a deep voice.

Fang Zhixing propped his chin with one hand, the tails of his eyes were raised quietly, his eyes moved from the textbook to Zhong Siyuan's face, as if he was involuntarily attracted there.

Their arms rubbed against each other lightly, they could feel the heat of each other's body, their faces were also close, and their noses and breaths converged.

Fang Zhixing watched in rapt attention. Zhong Siyuan's eyelashes were very long, casting a shadow under his eyelids. His eyes were bright and deep, and he looked very affectionate when he stared at a person seriously.But his complexion was too cold, the temperature under his eyes was reduced by two or three points, mixed with some coolness and alienation, especially the light-colored lips, which made him look very intimidating when paired together.

Zhong Siyuan's personality also perfectly matches his appearance, he is indeed not a very close person.

Probably because he watched too many videos last night, Fang Zhixing suddenly felt that Zhong Siyuan from this angle had appeared in his memory. He thought about it and vaguely remembered that it was the eve of the formation of the group, and the company wanted to shoot some life videos for publicity.At that time, Zhong Siyuan did not live in the dormitory, and the places he often visited were the practice room and the piano room. The cameraman had no choice but to film him practicing the piano.But Zhong Siyuan played for a day without saying a word, except for his face, there was really nothing to watch.The company racked their brains to create topics for him. Thinking that Fang Zhixing is Chinese like him, and also easy to talk, they put the two together and asked Zhong Siyuan to teach Fang Zhixing to play a piece of music.

So that day, Fang Zhixing took the task to find Zhong Siyuan to learn the piano, and talked to himself the whole time with his hot face and cold ass, and the cameraman felt embarrassed watching it.

The two sat on the same piano bench. Fang Zhixing had never learned the piano, and Zhong Siyuan was not a good teacher. He only played by himself and was not responsible for teaching others, but he would stop every time he played a line. He didn't speak, but just looked at him coldly. Fang Zhixing.

Fang Zhixing figured out what he meant, and gradually understood that Zhong Siyuan meant that he played a sentence and learned a sentence by himself.

The two of them just stayed in the piano room for a day without embarrassment. From day to night, Fang Zhixing's fingers were sore from playing, it should not be or not.In the end, Zhong Siyuan probably became impatient. The students were too stupid and untalented, so he didn't want to teach anymore.

After collecting the material, the camera brother withdrew first.

There were only the two of them left in the piano room, Fang Zhixing didn't know whether to go or stay, he watched Zhong Siyuan's slender fingers freely dancing on the black and white keys in a trance.

A completely different melody from before poured out, brisk and natural, making Fang Zhixing think of the wind in the hills.

He was so engrossed in listening that he didn't even know when Zhong Siyuan would stop.

After Zhong Siyuan finished playing the song, the eyes facing Zhixing above relaxed and drooped, as if unintentionally falling into a gentle dream, even the juice flowing inside was fresh and pure.

The spring evening wind blows through the window screens, Fang Zhixing wakes up from his dream with a warm smile: "It's really nice, what's the name of this song?"

Zhong Siyuan turned his face back, relaxed his fingers and tapped the keys. The moment the tune sounded, he replied softly: "Windy Hill."

In the video camera, Zhong Siyuan, who was wearing a blue and white school uniform, suddenly turned his head, met Fang Zhixing's gaze that was too late to look back, and asked, "Why don't you read and watch me?"

The dry summer wind blew up the dark curtains in the classroom. He felt guilty for a moment, and then looked back with more open eyes, and said jokingly: "I will see you more, maybe I can get a perfect score in physics next time." .”

Zhong Siyuan was blown by the hot wind, his palm passed through the waves of the mountains, embedded in the fine hair, he gently and helplessly rubbed Fang Zhixing's hair.

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After several days of high-temperature shooting, Fang Zhixing gradually adapted to the life of the crew, but he and Zhong Siyuan had no interaction other than filming.

It seems that as long as he leaves the camera, Zhong Siyuan will definitely not appear in front of Fang Zhixing.

He left after the show, stayed in the waiting room or went home directly, and never stayed in the crew for too long.

Fang Zhixing gets lost occasionally, but most of the time he thinks it's good.

The impulse on the day of the opening banquet was wasted in the busy work of the crew, and Zhong Siyuan made him see the truth more clearly. It was a last resort for them to be filming together, and they should go their separate ways after filming.

They are too close, and the relationship is even more rigid than when they first met.

Alienation, strangeness, they brought this feeling into the play and became inseparable.

After an intimate scene, Chen Hua pointed directly at the sore spot: "The feeling between you two is wrong, it's too blunt, what are you arguing about?"

He probably understood that straight men would feel uncomfortable making gay films, but actors would lose face if they were to lose face.

It's fine that Fang Zhixing is a newcomer, how can Zhong Siyuan act so embarrassingly even if he has won the best actor?

"From today onwards, the two of you share the same lounge, don't waste the crew's resources." Chen Hua said with a straight face, "Go now, I'll give you 10 minutes to exchange feelings, go through this part first, and then act like this, don't shoot today .”

Fang Zhixing and Zhong Siyuan retreated to the actor's rest area. The makeup artist came to touch up Fang Zhixing's makeup. His face was powdered and his lips were white. Khan, more fragile.

Lin Manman and Ji Chuan had an active atmosphere, laughing and gossiping beside them.

Fang Zhixing and Zhong Siyuan sat on each side, one mourned and the other cold, like a scumbag and a bully who were forced to sit at the same table by the class teacher on the grounds of tutoring.

After sitting quietly for 2 minutes, after finishing touch-ups, Zhong Siyuan knocked on the table in front of Fang Zhixing: "Dairplay."

Fang Zhixing was stunned, Zhong Siyuan didn't take the initiative to talk to him for a long time.

Zhong Siyuan stood up one step ahead, walked a meter away and found that Fang Zhixing hadn't followed, and looked back coldly.

Fang Zhixing trotted to catch up, and the two walked under the shade of a tree. Zhong Siyuan stepped on the curb, lifted his trouser leg of his school uniform, squatted down, and poked his phone with his head down.

Didn't you mean to play against each other?Fang Zhixing is a little confused, why are you squatting here and playing with your phone?

"That..." Fang Zhixing's voice became dry, "Isn't it the right scene?"

Zhong Siyuan didn't speak, and was silent for half a minute. When Fang Zhixing was so embarrassed that his scalp went numb, the man asked without raising his head, "Do you remember the piece I played in the piano room that year?"

Fang Zhixing froze for an instant, as if he had been electrocuted, and looked at Zhong Siyuan in bewilderment.

He never thought that Zhong Siyuan would mention the past, the past that belonged to the two of them. He thought that Zhong Siyuan would never want to recall it in his life.

Zhong Siyuan raised his eyes, his pupils were gloomy: "Forgot?"

How could I forget.

Fang Zhixing misses the wind that day, the white window screens, and the dancing fingers on the black and white piano keys more than anyone else.

He clenched his fingers, avoiding Zhong Siyuan's gaze as if evading, his voice was hoarse and difficult due to this heartbreaking question: "...Windy Hill."

Zhong Siyuan's eyebrows relaxed, and he sat on the curb regardless of the dirt, his long legs were crossed, and the phone was placed on his knees: "Come here."

Fang Zhixing held his breath and squatted down beside Zhong Siyuan.

His eyes fell naturally, and he saw a row of piano keys on the screen, which was a software for practicing piano on the mobile phone.

Zhong Siyuan didn't say anything, just tapped the screen a few times to test the sound, and played a piece of "Windy Hill" with only three or two fingers.

"Teach you to play two verses," Zhong Siyuan said in a deep voice, "Do you want to learn?"

Fang Zhixing didn't dare to vent his anger, his heart was beating violently, he forgot all about the scene, and nodded vigorously.

Zhong Siyuan glanced at Fang Zhixing's bent legs, and said, "Sit down."

Fang Zhixing sat down on the spot, with his legs together, his arms wrapped around his knees, with an obedient appearance of listening quietly.

A few years ago, the two sat on the piano bench, Zhong Siyuan played a line, he learned a line, and there was no communication at all, and they learned that it was getting late and did not learn anything.Now it is much simpler than in the past, with dusty curbs, weeds behind us, tree shadows in front of us, no expensive piano, only a makeshift app.

Zhong Siyuan was still the same as before, he pressed his finger on the screen for a while, and then put the phone in the middle.

Fang Zhixing painted a scoop according to the gourd, and followed the traces left by Zhong Siyuan.

"wrong."

Zhong Siyuan said, slowing down the speed and playing it again.

Fang Zhixing was suddenly a little nervous. Zhong Siyuan taught him to play the piano before, and he didn't speak or correct him, so he didn't know whether he was right or wrong, so he made the mistake.What now... When he was distracted, Zhong Siyuan didn't remember what he played.

Zhong Siyuan turned his face: "Are you an idiot?"

Back then, Zhong Siyuan really thought he was stupid and refused to teach him!

Fang Zhixing became embarrassed, curled up his fingers, and finally remembered to play against each other: "Why don't we play against each other..."

Zhong Siyuan's jaw tightened, he gritted his teeth and grabbed Fang Zhixing's hand: "Try again."

It was very hot, and Zhong Siyuan's palms were burning like fire. He wrapped Fang Zhixing around him, pinched his fingers that were slightly stiff due to shock, and said in a deep voice, "Relax."

How to relax!

Fingers touch the screen, unlike the previous unfamiliarity and omissions, Fang Zhixing is drawn to play a beautiful movement slowly and smoothly.

His heart was about to jump out of his chest, and after five years, Fang Zhixing was held by these hands again, and he felt a kind of satisfaction that he couldn't even hope for in the sourness.

"Remember?"

How can I remember this...

Fang Zhixing wanted to cry a little, and said honestly, "No..."

He felt that Zhong Siyuan wanted to beat him up, but no, Zhong Siyuan restrained himself very well, he sighed, his always sharp and cold brows revealed a trace of helplessness: "You're so stupid."

Zhong Siyuan seemed that the other party knew nothing about it: "One last time."

Five minutes after playing the song, Zhong Siyuan finally let go of him, and Fang Zhixing realized that his palms were already wet with sweat.

The field manager called them over with a loudspeaker, Zhong Siyuan put away his phone, patted his buttocks and stood up: "Let's go."

He walked into the scorching sun, and his back was plated with a layer of gold that would float.

Fang Zhixing realized that they both need to use a way of recalling the past to ease the so-called embarrassment and intimacy. They don't need to go through the process of getting to know each other step by step. They used to be the person they were most familiar with.

When work was over at night, Fang Zhixing sat in the car and had time to look at his phone.

With a ding-dong on his phone, he was pulled into a new group with four members, namely Chen Hua, Li Haiping, he...and Z.

It doesn't matter that this person must be Zhong Siyuan.

Li Haiping sent a message: "The crew contacted Nan Yan, the original author of the web drama, and the other party agreed to meet with the two leading actors alone this weekend to answer your doubts about the characters and the plot. Siyuan and Xiaofang have summed up their respective problems in the past few days. , Nan Yan is very low-key, it is not easy to invite him to come forward, you should seize the opportunity."

This news is undoubtedly a timely rain, and Fang Zhixing's eyes lit up when he saw it.

Because the psychological state of Yu Ran played by Fang Zhixing changed a lot in the later period, various blows made him suffer from anxiety.During this period of time, Fang Zhixing searched a lot of knowledge about anxiety disorders on the Internet, and bought a lot of psychology books to read back. He originally planned to go to the hospital to contact patients with anxiety disorders, but after inquiring, he learned that due to privacy protection, doctors do not Patient information will be disclosed.

There is no way, Fang Zhixing can only place his hope on the original author Nan Yan, after all, the book was written by someone else, and he must know the protagonist's mood at that time best.He found the Weibo of the author Nanyan, and after browsing the homepage, he found that Nanyan's last update was more than half a year ago.Fang Zhixing sent a private message to Nan Yan, indicating his identity and purpose of coming, hoping to obtain contact information for private contact, but there has been no reply.

Now it's all right, it's really much easier for the crew to come forward.

Fang Zhixing quickly bubbled up in the group and posted several emojis.

Chen Hua replied to him: "Xiao Fang, don't be shy, you are halfway through filming as a teenager, you can start to lose weight."

Yu Ran was in a gloomy mood when he was an adult, and he fell ill later on, so emaciated.

When Fang Zhixing received the news, he sent several emoticons from joy to sorrow.

Li Haiping: "After the time and place are confirmed, we will notify you. The two of you will communicate with each other in private."

Fang Zhixing replied obediently: "Okay, received!"

Chen Hua: "Zhong Siyuan? Have you received it???"

After 1 second, Z.: "OK."

Fang Zhixing stared at the screen, Li Haiping asked them to communicate in private, but he didn't even have Zhong Siyuan's friend!

I used Korean social software before the contract was terminated, but after returning to China, my mobile phone number was no longer available, and I naturally lost contact with Zhong Siyuan.

If you add it, you shouldn't refuse it...

Fang Zhixing licked his lips and boldly sent a friend request.

Then he shoved the phone into his pocket with a guilty conscience.

Not long after, the phone vibrated.

Fang Zhixing frightened and clicked to check, "You have added Z. as a friend, let's start chatting now."

really add...

Fang Zhixing stared blankly at the blank page for at least 5 minutes, then clicked into the information to see Zhong Siyuan's profile picture, the silhouette against the light, from the shape, it looked like a... curled up cat?

Sure enough, cold people are suitable for raising cold creatures.

Fang Zhixing cut out, wanted to see Zhong Siyuan's circle of friends, and ended up seeing a line——

"Friends only show the circle of friends of the last three days"!

The author has something to say:

Xiaozhong song list NO.2

Piano piece "Windy Hill"

I'm going to see Yanyan tomorrow!