One Hundred Routes of Counterattack

Han Xiu returned to the old house, and when he passed by Gu Panchen's room, he suddenly felt the strong smell of smoke coming from inside.Although this body is not a celestial body with sensitive five senses, it is extremely sensitive to such things due to the influence of Han Xiu's soul.

He knows that in this world, although cigarettes are also an addictive substance, the degree of harm and dependence on the body is not as serious as opium, which is classified as a drug.

But in his memory, Gu Panchen didn't smoke.

He pushed open the door and was surprised to find that the room was filled with smoke and a layer of cigarette butts had already accumulated in the ashtray.

"looking at what?"

Hearing this, Gu Panchen raised his head, his appearance startled Han Xiu.

Gu Panchen, who used to appear in a suit and leather shoes, was sitting in a smoky study room, his tie was thrown on the ground casually, his shirt sleeves were roughly rolled up, his hair was messy, and his eyes were red but excited .

Seeing Gu Wangshu, he showed a determined smile: "This movie, I want to make this movie."

Han Xiu blinked.

After a while, Gu Panchen came out of that state of excitement and madness. He smiled a little embarrassedly: "Did it scare you?"

Han Xiu shook his head: "It is inevitable that you will be excited when you encounter something you are obsessed with, I understand."

Gu Panchen stood up and walked back and forth in the study for a few steps, his steps seemed a little messy.

"Uncle, I mean... I know you don't want to meet outsiders... I know... but... how to say..."

However, looking at his uncle's clear black pupils quietly looking at him, the words that had rushed to his lips silently dissipated.

Forget it, knowing the situation of my uncle, he shouldn't have too much contact with outsiders, so why bother him with this kind of thing?Finally, my uncle has become a little more cheerful recently, so don't act too hastily.

"Xiaochen, what are you going to say?" Han Xiu asked gently, "So excited, why didn't you continue?"

"No, nothing."

"..." Han Xiu didn't speak any more, but the pair of eyes that the Internet said could "swallow your heart like a black hole" looked at him quietly.

"Okay..." Gu Panchen sighed, twisted off the cigarette held between his fingertips and extinguished it, then raised his hands as if to admit defeat, "I said, this script is very good, but there is a character in it , I think...only you can act well."

"I come to act?"

Han Xiu let out a light snort.

"I know uncle, you don't want to get in touch with outsiders, and I don't want you to force yourself because of my son, so...forget it, I..."

Han Xiu ignored his rambling words, all the people in this family, regardless of gender, old or young, regarded him as a child who needed to be cared for, and would involuntarily turn into an old mother when encountering his problems.Perhaps it was this kind of environment that made the original Gu Wangshu's psychology more and more fragile and slender.

But now the one who decides is not Gu Wangshu, but Han Xiu.

So Han Xiu took the script calmly: "What character?"

"..."

"That demon king." Gu Panchen said.

There was an evaluation of Gu Wangshu on Twitter that received a very high rate of retweeting: Luna has a temperament shared between angels and demons, that is, he belongs to the mythical world in people's fantasy.

When Gu Panchen saw the role of the devil in this amazing script, he immediately remembered this tweet that he had liked.

==

Zhu Feihong got the interview opportunity as he wished. He and Linna waited in the interview hall on the fifth floor of the PW building. Even though it was only the second round of interview recommended by the brokerage company, the interview hall was still full of people.Zhu Feihong's handsome face became less conspicuous in this hall.

The progress of the interview was very fast, and almost everyone had the result within half a minute. When they came out, their expressions were different, and of course, there were undisguised joy.

——It seems that Lin Na did not make a mistake in her judgment. "National Color" needs a large number of models with different characteristics.

Zhu Feihong didn't think he would lose this opportunity, he looked at the PW building leisurely, this was his second time here.The last time he came here was a month ago. He came here to discuss with Nicole in the agency department about selling a song he wrote to a second-tier singer in Nicole’s hands. He remembered that the ten songs in that album are still missing. There was no news, and my original plan to rely on this album to consolidate my status as a genius lyricist in time also aborted, and my disgust towards PW, a company, deepened.

Yes, of course more.

Just last time, after signing the contract with Nicole, he accidentally met the beautiful woman Fan Qingqing who was intern here in the elevator.

In particular, he discovered that Fan Qingqing was still a loyal fan of his martial arts novels. After revealing their identities, the two kept in touch with each other.

Fan Qingqing spoke very highly of Zhu Feihong because of Zhu Feihong's martial arts novels and serious literature serialized in newspapers.

Most of the works that Zhu Feihong contributed to serious literary magazines were the works of famous writers such as Kawabata Yasunari and Natsume Soseki. The words of Japanese writers have the unique beauty and sensitivity after translation.As for his serialized martial arts novels, there is a mix of Jin, Gu, Liang, Huang and Wen. Among them, Gu Long's romance, Wen Rui'an's passion, and Jin Yong's soul-stirring, can't help but make Fan Qingqing acclaimed.Based on this, Fan Qingqing firmly believes that Zhu Feihong must be a master with profound literary attainments and quirky and changeable styles, and he naturally has a heart of admiration for him.

When she actually saw the legendary "Feihong Yingxia" and found that he was just a young and handsome ordinary man, Fan Qingqing was not without a psychological gap, but soon she discovered: If Feihong Yingxia is not what he is now, then What else could it be?

Feihongying's writing style is so varied and his talent is so superb, the image she originally imagined, either chic, majestic, graceful, or stern, can only show his one style.I am afraid that it is precisely because of all kinds of mixture that everything returns to the basics and becomes the simplicity it is today.

This statement successfully convinced Fan Qingqing herself, and made her admire Feihong Yingxia even more.

Soon, Zhu Feihong became acquainted with Fan Qingqing. Fan Qingqing regarded him as a confidant who could write such soul-stirring works as "The Legend of Condor Heroes", and talked about everything.

Two young men and women, chatting late into the night every day, have a mutual affection for each other, no matter what the affection is, as time goes by, it is inevitable that there will be ambiguity that seems interesting.

So inadvertently, Fan Qingqing poured out her dissatisfaction with her fiancé and the bitterness of being under the care of the Gu family.

Because of Gu Wangshu's excessive beauty, Zhu Feihong had a complicated feeling of contempt and concern for him. After hearing the extravagant and indifferent Gu family cage that Fan Qingqing said, he expanded his disgust. To the entire Gu family.

Of course the PW building is also included.

Zhu Feihong has always had this kind of character, he called himself "jealous like hatred".

Before he was reborn, he saw news on the Internet that a woman ran at night and was raped and then killed by her first daughter. He would comment on people like "Going out in so little clothes in the middle of the night, she deliberately hooked up with people, and if she was killed, she asked for it." .

The goddess he had a crush on in college later married a rich second generation, which made him "see through this filthy and utilitarian society".

With such a character, it's no wonder that he became angry after finding out that his sexual orientation was shaken by Gu Wangshu's masculinity.He already hated homosexuality and sissies. In his subconscious mind, Gu Wangshu looked so masculine and feminine because he deliberately wanted to seduce others, just like those women who go out late at night.

So even though it is reasonable for Gu Wangshu to choose the seller's market now, he still feels psychologically that he is superior to this kind of transvestite, and there is a faint sense of pity and contempt.

Of course, he never showed his mentality. At most, he only vented his true thoughts while wearing a trumpet.Across the Internet, who knows whether the person behind the keyboard is a dog?

He thinks that his performance can be selected, so it is conceivable how he stepped into the interview room full of ambition.

"Hello interviewers, I'm Zhu Feihong." After a brief self-introduction, Zhu Feihong stood there quietly with a faint smile on his face.

"..." The room was silent.

"Okay, it's ok, Mr. Zhu, I'm sorry that you are a little bit behind our requirements, and thank you very much for your participation."

It never occurred to Zhu Feihong that this was the first sentence that the examiners said.

"What?" Zhu Feihong felt very ridiculous, "You didn't even ask me a question."

It was a woman with a gentle face who spoke to him before, and her expression remained unchanged: "Yes, but we don't need to ask any questions, you can go."

"No! Wait a minute!" Zhu Feihong became emotional all of a sudden, "I need an explanation! It's ridiculous to kick me out of the game without any reason! I don't even know what you base your selection on! "

He felt he was being played.

Yes, maybe this so-called audition itself is an absurd joke, nothing more than hype. In fact, the candidates have already been booked...

"Do you want to comment?" Suddenly, a cold voice sounded in the room.

Zhu Feihong followed the prestige, and found that this person was born with a golden face, a face like a crown of jade, and his eyes cut water. His eyes were so full that his heart skipped a beat.

This is just now, except for a glance when he entered the door, he has been writing and drawing with his head down——

Gu Wangshu.

His voice weakened inexplicably——this even surprised him, after all, he knew that he looked down on this so-called talented photographer who relied on his face. Of course, looking down on him and wishing to be his model were two different things.

"Yes."

When Gu Wangshu spoke, he straightened his body slightly, his eyes were dark, his face was expressionless, and his voice was as cool as water.

"Well, let me tell you why they rejected you: because after you came in, I looked at you and immediately lowered my head, they knew that I had no interest in you, in other words - you have nothing to dig in my eyes charm."

Even if she was confused by Gu Wangshu's gorgeous appearance, she would still be annoyed when she heard such ruthless words.

What's more, Gu Wangshu's tone of voice was flat and straightforward, as if he was simply explaining an objective fact, not sarcasm.

What's more, Zhu Feihong is still a very proud person.

"This statement is too one-sided and subjective. Don't you think this review method is arbitrary?"

"Arbitrary?" Gu Wangshu repeated it lightly, then shook his head and firmly denied, "No, I deny you because your eyes are cloudy and there is no starlight."

"You can appear here, maybe it means that your appearance has been recognized by most people, but in my eyes, your eyes only have the desire of the philistine. If you have a special temperament, yes, yes A repulsive, irritating air."

"So, I don't need you."

After the last sentence fell, the room was so quiet that there was only the sound of breathing.

Yes, only one...

It belonged to Zhu Feihong's heavy panting of suppressed anger.

He blushed, gritted his teeth and looked at the handsome man in front of him.

Just now, he used this kind of eyes that seemed to look at dead objects to completely humiliate himself.

No starlight?

Only philistine desires?

nausea?Tired?Annoyed?

He squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "Mr. Gu, even if you don't like me, you don't need to rise to the level of personal attacks."

"It's impossible to talk about whether you like it or not. You ask me why I don't want you, and I will tell you the reason. People who have reached a certain level in a certain way will have some special temperament, and your temperament is like this. This is what I see. "

Gu Wangshu's calm tone seemed to be objectively evaluating the quality of a product, and those harsh comments were not from him at all.

However, the calmer he was, the more ironic he looked in Zhu Feihong's eyes.

at last……

"Fuck him! Damn! This is the dog-fart temperament you can see from Laozi! I. Grass. You. Paralyzed! ... Ugh!"

Zhu Feihong suddenly exploded and walked towards Gu Wangshu aggressively.

Everyone was startled by him, and hurriedly wanted to get up to stop his movements.However, before everyone could react, Zhu Feihong was already controlled by two black-clothed men rushing up behind him.

"what do you want to do?"

The deep and cold voice attracted everyone's eyes to Zhu Feihong's back—at the door, a tall and straight figure had appeared there at some point.

Gu Panchen strode his long legs, walked past Zhu Feihong, and stood beside Han Xiu, showing the posture of a protector: "Don't think about your own shortcomings, but get angry because of other people's criticism. Is this the quality of your Excellency?"

He looked at Lin Na who heard the movement at the door and came to observe: "Are you his manager?"

"Yes……"

"Very good, which brokerage company do you belong to? Forget it," Gu Panchen said casually to the assistant beside him after a pause, "Go and tell Sheila that this company will cancel the cooperation with us in the future."

"No, wait a minute..." Linna opened her mouth to stop her, but she was stopped by the bodyguard brought by Gu Panchen.

At this time, Zhu Feihong, who was still in the interview room, was restrained by two big men behind him. They forcibly pulled him to drive him out, which made him even more angry.

Dazed with anger, his face was red, and he cursed: "Ma De is just two rich second-generation arrogant farts! This he. Mom is the so-called genius! A genius is a few cents a catty! I have seen it , your PW is the hot chicken that bullies customers..."

"Let the security guard take him out, and also, send his interview video to their company, so that they can see his ugly appearance." Gu Panchen ordered with a blank expression.

"Yes." The assistant beside him nodded.

Gu Panchen lowered his head and looked at Han Xiu who was sitting on the chair and looked up at him. His cold brows and eyes softened a little, and there was a trace of concern in his tone: "Are you all right?"

Han Xiu's eyes were shining brightly. He grabbed Gu Panchen's hand and used strength that he would never have in normal times: "Xiaochen, I promised to play that role, so you can be my model too?"

==

The selection of models for "National Color" was carried out very quickly, and it was completely completed by the end of the month.After that, Han Xiu began to enter the long-term filming process, and at the same time, Gu Panchen's magical suspense film was also officially approved.

In order to coordinate Gu Panchen's time, his part of the photo was taken first.

Early in the morning, when the two of them drove to the studio, Han Xiu couldn't help turning his head to look at the man beside him who seemed to be driving the car intently.

"What's wrong?" Gu Panchen seemed to have a feeling.

"Xiaochen... is there anything happy today?"

"kindness?"

"I feel that you are very happy and excited today."

Just in front of a red light, Gu Panchen pulled on the handbrake, turned his head, and stared at Han Xiu.Suddenly, from the corner of his eyes, a warm smile spread little by little.

"Of course I'm happy. In this way, I'm the first person under my uncle's lens, aren't I?"

Han Xiu was stunned.

Until the red light at the intersection ahead turned green, Gu Panchen turned his head and continued to concentrate on driving, Han Xiu was still a little surprised.

At that moment just now, when Gu Panchen stared at himself with that kind of eyes, he felt his heart beat faster for a moment, and he was also caught off guard by the familiar feeling that would appear on his lover every time in the mission world. flooded my mind.

Gu Panchen... Is it the image of a lover in this world?

Han Xiu thought with some uncertainty.

In the previous world, every time I came to that mission, not long after, my lover would appear beside me, as if it was destined, I didn’t need to search hard, my lover would appear, and I would feel it .

But in this world, for some reason, he has never felt that familiar feeling.He even thought that his lover missed this mission for some reason.

But now, he felt that fleeting familiar aura on Gu Panchen.

Is it my own illusion?

This cloud-covered confusion made Han Xiu full of doubts.He tried to release the dragon aura in his sea of ​​consciousness for confirmation, but the reaction brought by this cloud of dragon aura was equally strange.It circled around Gu Panchen, then got into his body, and then got out after a while and returned to Han Xiu's sea of ​​consciousness, but it didn't send out a positive signal like before, but also carried a hint of uncertain.

How is this going?

Han Xiu became more and more confused.

This confusion continued into his shooting.It is precisely because of the "identity" of "Gu Panchen" that he was unconsciously confused when shooting with him as a model.

The reason why this set of works is called "National Colors" is that in addition to the large number of works about the artistic conception and traditional culture of the country Z, there is also the kind of inexplicable but realistic works that try to capture from the personal temperament. The cultural charm that exists.

Han Xiu originally thought that he had a good grasp of Gu Panchen's temperament, but he didn't expect that because of this confusion about the identity of his lover, he instead explored more connotations during the filming process.

Han Xiu, who is devoted to work, pays attention to Gu Panchen obsessively and even fanatically. He even thinks that Gu Panchen is like a mysterious treasure that he can't dig out.

"Just be yourself. Think of it as a business interview, feel free."

This is what Han Xiu said before Gu Panchen started filming.

He followed Gu Panchen as he walked in the bright and clean building, and the camera seemed to consciously record the long legs wrapped in suit pants, the firm buttocks and the lean waist.

Gu Panchen really kept the most natural state as he said.

Handling official business with a stern face, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking most of S City, holding a glass of red wine and standing in front of the shelf to choose books...

As Han Xiu once said, he has to fall in love with the charm of his subjects in order to be able to shoot works that people fall in love with.

But Gu Panchen's charm is like the sea, under the calm surface is an unfathomable seabed, hiding turbulent undercurrents.But Han Xiu can feel this kind of dangerous tenderness, and at this moment the artist's psychology has invaded his brain, making him involuntarily pursue that beauty.

He explored obsessively, and even felt that his lips were dry, his cheeks were hot, and he was dazzled...

"Okay...we're finally coming to an end..."

If it is another photographer, or facing another model, this sentence may mean the joy of completing the work, but at this moment, Han Xiu murmured to Gu Panchen, but the meaning is completely different.

Gu Panchen's body carries the mystery of cloud and mountain fog. This mysterious beauty makes his charm more mellow and deep. Countless sparks of inspiration collided fiercely and then oscillated again. This excitement was even deeper than when he was in P City, making him tremble uncontrollably.

He is going to regret it.

He has shaken his original idea of ​​"keeping a distance until he is sure that he is a lover", and even has such a certainty—but it is not clear when exactly—believing that he will give up his lover for this man in this world, if he It's really not the words of a lover.

When he found out that today's filming was over, he almost said those words with regret and relief.

At least until now, he was still able to restrain himself.

Maybe he shouldn't be taking pictures of people.If he has to fall in love with the person in the work every time he shoots a character, he would rather give up his achievements in this area.

This kind of thought just arose in his mind, and the next moment it turned into a small bubble because of Gu Panchen's action, and it shattered into an illusory background with a snap.

"Uncle, are you tired, do you want to rest for a while?"

Hearing him say that the work is over, Gu Panchen said with concern that the cold and deep work status that had been lingering between his brows suddenly dissipated like spring wind and snow.

"No!" Han Xiu quickly stopped, "You wait."

Then, with Gu Panchen's slightly frowning expression, he froze the scene with a click.

He was sweating profusely and sat slumped on the large sofa, looking up at the wall patterns on the exquisitely decorated ceiling, panting heavily.

"..." Gu Panchen's breath approached him, still carrying that layer of concern that made his heart palpitate, "Uncle, tell me you're okay, huh?"

The last rising sound is so low and deep that it is heart-pounding.

Oh my god...Han Xiu powerlessly covered his face with his hands, completely gave up struggling and stretched out his hand to grab Gu Panchen's collar, and pressed his lips against his surprised eyes.

He kissed the handsome face of the man without any rules, no matter who he was, whether he was his lover or not, letting those doubts and uncertainties temporarily, at least in this world, temporarily leave his world.At least at this moment, he firmly believes that the person in front of him is his lover.

Besides him, who else in the world would let himself lose control like this?

He muttered confusedly, his eyes blurred:

"I'm in love with you, or in love with you on camera...I don't know...I can't help myself..."

After a brief surprise, Gu Panchen slowly reached out and hugged Han Xiu silently.

"Uncle..."

The man's deep voice was accompanied by clear and perceptible chest vibrations.

Han Xiu clearly felt that his last string of rationality broke with a "snap".

He was his muse, his human vibrator, he couldn't resist.