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The two looked at each other, Bai Zhun turned his face away first, his ears were reddish, his hands and feet were filled with warmth, the taste just now was really good.

But just admitting it like this, he was not reconciled.

Huo Zhenye wiped his mouth with a napkin, the steak on the table was already cold: "Can I change it for you?"

"I'm full." Suddenly he wasn't hungry and didn't want to eat at all.

"That's enough." Huo Zhenye hooked the ending, "What will you eat to make you full?"

Bai Zhun turned his head to look at Jiang Jing, but ignored him.

There is something about Huo Zhenye that is ready to move, but he has never done it before. He doesn't know how to have a real fight between a man and a man, and how will he and Bai Zhun decide?

Thinking of this, Huo Zhenye glanced at Bai Zhun.

"how?"

"It's nothing." Huo Zhenye convinced himself that this was a strategic retreat, and he would come back after he figured it out.

Bai Zhun wanted to be calm, he was attracted by him quickly, and he retreated quickly, blowing some air by the window, he calmed down.

But Huo Zhenye was different, he had thought about this for a long time, and he had already tasted it, but kisses were not enough, and he instinctively wanted more.He sat on the chair, took a deep breath to adjust himself, wanted to stand up and walk around to get some wind, and... sorry.

Under the bathrobe, you can see everything at a glance.

Bai Zhun saw it with a glance, he pursed his lips and did not move, his face flushed again, and he turned around slightly.

The waiter knocked on the door again: "Sir, the dim sum is ready." Because the door could not be opened, the batch of dim sum just now was cold, so the waiter changed another batch.

Huo Zhenye tightened his bathrobe and opened the door: "Add another serving of puff pastry creamy clam soup." It doesn't matter if he doesn't eat it, Bai Zhun has to eat it, the soup must suit his taste.

The snow-white soup cup was delivered, tightly wrapped with a layer of puff pastry.

"Be careful it's hot."

"You don't care." After Bai Zhun was happy, he became the proud Bai Qiye again. He used a small spoon to pierce the puff pastry and pressed it into the soup. The smell of clam cream filled the room.

Bai Zhun is afraid of burning his tongue, so he has to let the porridge and soup cool down before eating. If there is stuffing in it, he has to bite off the skin first, but he likes to eat these, so he is always careful.

"I'm afraid you'll burn your tongue." The meaning of saying this now is different from the original, Huo Zhenye looked at him with a smile.

"Whispering." Bai Zhun finished the soup, blowing the wind comfortably: "Aren't you watching a movie?"

Huo Zhenye was still a little surprised, Bai Zhun was like a cat whose fur has been patted, it made him feel comfortable, even if it was a little disrespectful, he raised his eyes and let it go.

"I want to see it, wait a little longer, I have reserved the show."

He made a phone call while he was changing his bathrobe, and asked a friend to help him with this small favor. He added an extra show at the Daguang Cinema, and decided what he wanted to see when he got there.

"If you feel bored, can I play the piano for you?" There was a small piano in the living room of the suite, Huo Zhenye walked to the piano and lifted the cover.

Bai Zhun only listens to opera and storytelling, but has never heard foreign piano music.

Huo Zhenye was full of posture. He learned it when he was studying abroad, and he hadn't played much since he came back. He was a little nervous to play in front of Bai Zhun.

As soon as the sound of the piano sounded, Bai Zhun supported his head with his hands. His long hair was tied in a low bun just now, but the force of the kiss between the two of them was already slightly scattered.

Jiang Feng brushed Bai Zhun's hair at his temples, his expression was deep and calm, staring at Huo Zhenye.

Huo Zhenye also happened to turn his head and met Bai Zhun's gaze, missing a beat with his fingertips.

Bai Zhun immediately raised his eyebrows and grinned, and sneered mercilessly: "Ha, you played it wrong."

Even though he had never heard this piece before, Bai Zhun also knew that his melody was wrong, so he pointed it out mercilessly. Huo Zhenye had only played half of the piece, and he wanted to grind his teeth. Who caused him to make a mistake?

It is better to grind your tongue than to grind your teeth.

When they came out of the suite, one had a spring breeze on their brows, and the other had a frosty complexion.

Huo Zhenye got into the car, rubbed the corners of his lips with his fingertips, and peeked at Bai Zhun from the rearview mirror to see if he dared to smile again.

There was a middle-aged man in his 30s in a neat suit waiting for them at the entrance of the theater.

He was a little surprised when he saw Huo Zhenye. He thought that Young Master Huo must be a member of the New School when he was studying abroad, but he didn't expect to wear a long gown.

The middle-aged man greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Huo, my surname is Zhang. I am the manager of the theater. What would Mr. Huo want to see? We have films produced by the three major local companies and new Hollywood films."

Afraid that Bai Zhun would not be used to things from foreigners, he chose from local film companies.

Manager Zhang reported a list of film titles, and Bai Zhun picked one casually.

As soon as the curtain was drawn in the movie theater, the two of them were sitting in the middle. When the music started, Bai Zhun suddenly said, lazily and abruptly: "I'm here, it doesn't matter where I sit, if you come by yourself, don't sit on the corners."

There was a trace of coolness, who made this man suck so hard, the tip of his tongue was a little numb.

Huo Zhenye brushed off the corner of his clothes indifferently, and looked at Bai Zhun with the faint light of the screen: "I don't go to the movies with anyone except you."

Bai Zhun turned his head resentfully, forgetting that this man was so bold and bad-mouthed that he couldn't scare him.

The movie started soon, with a big logo "Starlight Film Company" on the opening title.

Bai Zhun randomly picked out a romance movie called "Flowers in the Mist". Who knew that this movie was about a dancer who was infatuated with her mistakes, was abandoned by two ruthless men, and finally committed suicide.

The story is third-rate, the setting is gorgeous, and the actors are also dedicated. The female lead is exquisite in a cheongsam, and she cries sadly and movingly.

Manager Zhang said that this film was made by a newcomer, and that it was the heroine that Starlight Film Company was just planning to promote. He also had a lot of meaning in recommending this film.

It hasn't been released yet, and if Huo Qishao falls in love with a leading actress, he can also help match them up.

It is a bad movie that audiences love to see nowadays.The two male protagonists in the film, one with middle age and one young, took care of the aesthetics of the ladies watching the movie.

Bai Zhun was picky: "Why is this man greasy? This man's beard is really ugly."

Huo Zhenye said, "Then I won't grow a beard from now on."

When Bai Zhun heard this, his heart sank and he stopped talking.

Huo Zhenye thought he was watching a movie seriously, so he stopped talking, but the itching in his heart couldn't go away, and he wanted to do something in this dark movie theater from time to time.

Bai Zhun was already drowsy.

"You want to find it boring, so let's go?" Huo Zhenye asked him softly.

The movie was playing until the dancing girl hanged herself, and the man she loved finally realized that she was the only one who loved him the most.

In the camera, the woman hangs herself, the man runs, and the moment the door is pushed open, the camera catches the heroine's graceful calves dangling in the cheongsam.

The male protagonist fell to the ground and burst into tears.

Bai Zhun yawned, his patience was exhausted, this thing was not worth seeing at all, just as he was about to leave, he saw something flashing past in the upper corner of the screen.

Bai Zhun frowned: "What is that?"

He is not very familiar with these foreign things, could it be that there were double images when shooting?

Huo Zhenye looked carefully, and the scene had already flashed by: "Shall I let Manager Zhang freeze the frame?"

Bai Zhun said with great interest, "Okay."

The auditorium was dark and large. Huo Zhenye didn't want to leave Bai Zhun here alone. He stood up and said, "Are we together? I don't worry about you being alone."

The corners of Bai Zhun's mouth pursed, and he felt a little joy in his heart, but he refused to admit it, if he gave this dude a little color, he would be able to open a dye shop in no time.

Seriously, he nodded at the four corners: "I'm not alone, and they accompany me."

Sitting in the four corners are four groups of blue and white shadows.

Huo Zhenye ran out to find Manager Zhang, and the white shadow sitting in the upper left corner wanted to follow up quietly, but Bai Zhun glanced out of the corner of his eye, and the bamboo nails flew out, nailing the white shadow to the seat.

Manager Zhang asked the film projectionist to fast forward the film and freeze the camera at that frame.

Bai Zhun saw clearly now, in the scene where the heroine hanged herself, the camera captured a mirror with a smiling face in it.

The eyes of that face are not clearly defined, but the corners of the mouth can be seen upturned. It is very different from the grief of the hero, and it is very happy.

No wonder the four corners are full today. It turns out that these ghosts also came to watch movies made by the same kind.

Huo Zhenye was staring at the camera in the projection room. He blinked to make sure he wasn't dazzled, then turned his head and asked, "Did you see it?"

Manager Zhang and the projectionist had already turned blue with fright.

Manager Zhang asked the projectionist with a trembling voice, "Did you have it just now?"

The projectionist shook his head: "I, I didn't pay attention."

Anyway, this film can't be released, and it must not be shown in the theater he manages.

"Put down one frame." Huo Zhenye tapped the screen.

The projectionist bravely turned the machine, and the shadow in the mirror faded in the next scene, just when Manager Zhang and the projectionist thought it might be a shot, or it might be that they accidentally shot the actor next to them.

The face in the mirror opened its mouth wide and it was laughing.

Manager Zhang clutched his heart, feeling like he was going to get sick: "Mr. Huo, that friend of yours..." That overly handsome young man was sitting inside alone.

"He's not afraid of this." Huo Zhenye smiled.

Manager Zhang doesn't quite believe it. Is there anyone who isn't afraid of such a scary scene?

"Put down one more frame." After Huo Zhenye finished speaking, seeing the projectionist's pale face, he simply came by himself, turned the handle, and the next frame was projected on the screen.

The face was turned again, as if tapping a mirror.

Manager Zhang claimed to be a member of the new sect, but at this time he still blurted out "Amitabha", wishing he could imitate the old lady and fold her hands together to ask for blessings.

The next frame, the face is gone.

Both Manager Zhang and the projectionist breathed a sigh of relief. If this was a normal screening, no one would pay attention to the flashing shadow in the corner mirror, but they have already seen it, so they can't pretend they didn't see it.

Manager Zhang decided to return the film to Starlight Films.

He is friends with the boss of the movie company, so he called and said, "Have you watched this new movie carefully? I showed it here for two guests, and something happened."

The boss of Xingguang Film Company is worried. Strange things happen to the expensive studio recently, and many films can't be shot halfway through.

What could be wrong with the film that was finally cut out.

Manager Zhang couldn’t say it straight, his legs were numb before the word “ghost” reached his tongue: “As for the last scene of the heroine, it’s not very coherent, you check it frame by frame.”

That's all I can say.

Huo Zhenye went back to look for Bai Zhun: "Do you care?"

Bai Zhun was a little interested, but it wasn't the ghost in the mirror that he was interested in. He had seen a lot of ghosts, so it wasn't surprising.

"How was this film made? Can you still film these things?" Is this also a magic weapon?

Huo Zhenye laughed out loud: "Okay, then let's go to the set tomorrow?"

He found Manager Zhang: "I don't bother the two masters anymore, my friend and I want to go to the set to see."

Manager Zhang's eyes widened: "Look? Look?" What are you looking at?Just thinking about him makes his pores stand up.

"We're very interested in this."

After all, Manager Zhang had seen the world, so he immediately guessed that Bai Zhun was not an ordinary person, or that he was an expert, so he bragged for Bai Zhun.

He told the "truth" to the boss of Starlight Film Company: "I know a tall man, why don't I let them go and see it tomorrow?"

Huo Zhenye smiled and asked Bai Zhun: "Are you satisfied? Master."

"Okay."

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