Son of the Bone

The moment Qi Lin heard his voice, he couldn't believe his ears.

Although the two lived in the same five-star hotel, one on the fourteenth floor and the other on the twelfth floor, they hadn't seen each other for two or three weeks.

He jumped out of bed and ran to the door barefoot without even slippers on, but he didn't dare to open the door.

What should I say?

How should I explain those words just now?

Jiang Jue stood in front of the door, knuckle again: "Qi Lin?"

The door opened slowly.

Qi Lin looked at him, and his voice was dry: "You're not angry with me, are you?"

He took a step back and signaled Jiang Jue to come in and sit down.

Jiang Jue had just left the scene, and his body was still exuding the mint aroma of shower gel.

On such a hot summer day, his presence is like ice wine, which can gradually calm people down.

"What happened?" He took the tea handed by Qi Lin, looked up and said, "Are you sad?"

Qi Lin was so uncharacteristically quiet.

"Hmm. I'm a little unhappy." Qi Lin sat opposite him, constantly picking and choosing in his mind, thinking about what not to ask, what to say, and it seemed that there was nothing left in the end.

Compared with being unwilling, he was more afraid that the relationship between the two would become more rigid and awkward.

If asking would distance him, he would rather never know these things.

But in the long silence, he still couldn't help looking at Jiang Jue.

With these new cognitions, he discovered many details that he had never noticed before.

Jiang Jue's eyes are deep and energetic, very much like his father.

But his skeleton is stretched overall, his face is fair and beautiful, and his profile is very similar to that of his mother.

Sometimes when he laughed, he was almost exactly like Jiang Yanzhi.

"I'm a little homesick." Qi Lin whispered, "I miss the dumplings made by my parents."

He refused to mention everything he knew, and simply talked about himself.

Jiang Jue observed his emotions and reactions, and suddenly said, "You know everything, don't you?"

"What?" Qi Lin pretended to be at a loss: "What are you talking about?"

Jiang Jue let out a long sigh of relief, but his tone was much more firm: "You already know."

Every time Qi Lin told a lie, he could tell it - just like every sentence of werewolf killing in the previous play.

His acting skills still need to be polished.

"How could you not tell me..." Qi Lin refused to look him in the eyes, and simply lay down on the table, turning his head to look at the sky outside the window: "You have lied to me for almost a year."

But even so, he couldn't get angry at all, and even wanted to apologize to Jiang Jue.

In front of Jiang Jue, those social labels on him never existed from the very beginning.

He doesn't have to play a mature and gentle idol in front of Jiang Jue, and he doesn't have to be as tight-knit as a person in his 30s or [-]s, and he doesn't have to be afraid of showing timidity—the countless memories of teaching or cooperation have made the two of them intimate and familiar, and even regret it Didn't know him earlier.

Jiang Jue could feel his suppressed and forbearing emotions.

Actors and writers are sometimes very similar. Perception will continue to be amplified with the improvement of ability, and then they can quickly feel and capture the subtle emotions of various characters.

He could vaguely confirm that what Qi Lin was really angry with was not this matter, but what he didn't say.

He stood up, walked around the square table, sat beside Qi Lin, and hugged him.

Their necks were staggered, and the slightly hot temperature was transmitted by touching. The soft hair fell on the side of the ears, and Qi Lin's cheeks were itchy when they rubbed against each other.

And the warm and strong embrace, as well as the warm palm placed on his back, comforted people so much that they couldn't feel sad any longer.

Only then did Qi Lin understand what it means to have a guilty conscience.

He couldn't simply regard him as a good friend anymore - at least he couldn't hug him in such a self-deceiving way.

That hand hung on Jiang Jue's back for a long time, but he still refused to let it go.

"Let's separate for a while."

Jiang Jue froze for a moment, let go of him and said, "Are you very angry?"

Qi Lin looked into his eyes, and suddenly leaned over and kissed him.

It was a short and gentle kiss, even the angle was quite clumsy.

Soft and light, as if in a dream.

Jiang Jue's eyes narrowed for a moment, and his mind went blank at that moment.

The time when their lips touched was only a second, but for the two of them, it seemed like a long whole minute had passed.

It was Qi Lin's first relative, and by the time he got to this point, he was already panicking to the point of death.

Not to mention Jiang Jue's reaction, he himself was like a dog that knocked over a vase, wishing he could dig a hole to hide.

The atmosphere is not even green and ambiguous, but stiff and tense.

Jiang Jue sat there, but didn't leave as expected.

Qi Lin held back for a long time, trying to find a topic: "Have you ever been kissed by the same sex?"

Jiang Jue blinked and shook his head.

Qi Lin took a deep breath, but his voice became smaller and smaller: "Are you angry?"

He didn't expect to do such a thing at all-it was a sudden impulse just now.

In fact, there are already three little winged figures blowing their trumpets in circles in their minds, but in case the other party finds it offensive, at least he can't laugh out loud.

"I don't know." Jiang Jue said softly, "But kissing is not like this."

Qi Lin said unconvinced: "I have no experience, and I will be very strong if I practice well."

Jiang Jue leaned over, lowered his eyes and kissed him.

He stretched out his hand and hooked Qi Lin's neck, subconsciously deepening the kiss as he lowered his eyes.

Jiang Jue has acted in many scripts and kissed different girls since he was a child.

But every time it is clicked to the end, everything just conforms to the arrangement of the plot.

At this moment, he realized the many differences between the past and the past——

The moment Qi Lin hugged him tightly, his whole body seemed to melt like marshmallows in coffee, and there was an indescribable joy sprouting in his heart.

Everything that followed was guided by instinct, even breathing became short and chaotic.

"Breath." Jiang Jue said softly.

"Okay." Qi Lin hugged him tightly, completely forgetting about anything other than kissing.

Unknowingly, one of their hands interlocked their fingers, and the other hand caressed each other's necks and backs, interspersed between the soft and messy hair, their breaths intertwined and released, and even their blood seemed to boil.

From licking kisses to deep kisses, the long fingers between the hair clenched the distance so that the lips and teeth intertwined again.

The touch of the skin is so joyful, even the touch and entanglement of the fingertips is so delicate that it seems to affect all the nerves.

I don't know how long it took before they finally separated from each other.

Jiang Jue breathed unnaturally, and his clothes were all wrinkled unconsciously.

Unsatisfied, Qi Lin leaned over and kissed again, feeling that nothing was enough.

"Juejue." He whispered, "I like you."

Before you, I have never met anyone who can make me so tempted.

I love every moment of you on stage, the silhouette of you reading in your dorm.

I like the seriousness of your slight frown when you give me lessons, and the confused look of stacking little penguins when you are drunk.

Every moment since I met you, I regret not having met you sooner so we could talk more and have more memories.

"Let's fall in love."

Jiang Jue didn't have the ability to reject him at all.

Since the day he moved to 404, he has not successfully rejected him even once.

Jiang Jue took a deep breath for a long time, got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

His heart was still beating wildly because of that long kiss, and even his brain, which had always been ruled by logic and reason, stopped functioning.

Qi Lin followed him as if he was afraid that he would run away, and blinked at the two of them in the mirror.

He really wanted to hug him and kiss him for a while longer, he didn't even want to shoot the scene at night.

It would be great if I could stay by Jiang Jue's side for the rest of my life.

Jiang Jue wiped off the drops of water on his face, looked at Qi Lin and hesitated to speak.

"Do it again." Qi Lin said with a seductive expression, "Have my skills improved?"

Jiang Jue's breath that had just calmed down became chaotic in an instant.

He took a step back, cleared his throat, and tried to suppress some feelings: "Qi Lin."

"Huh?" Qi Lin took a step forward.

"If you go out with this expression, my parents will definitely find out."

"No way." Qi Lin was stunned for a moment: "Are they detectives..."

"Absolutely—" Jiang Jue said categorically, "I have never succeeded in lying since I was a child."

Whether it's his father who is a director or his mother who is an actor, he can be sure by looking at his micro expressions and listening to his tone of voice. The reason why he has been so honest since he was a child is because the observation skills of the two demon kings in his family are too terrifying-he doesn't even have the confidence now Go back upstairs and talk to your mother.

If parents play werewolf killing with those old actors in the circle, they can perform wildly all night in one round.

"What's more," Jiang Jue tried his best to keep a distance from him, but in his heart he began to fantasize about how to kiss him again: "We must make a careful decision."

Because none of us are free.

If it's two ordinary college students, they can fall in love after confirming that they like each other, and they can go wherever they want together.

But for the two of them, once a relationship is confirmed, they have to pretend for a long time.

It is not allowed to hug in public, and it is not allowed to show intimacy that is obviously not a friend, and it is not allowed to show one's feet in fancy cross-examination by the media.

And the paparazzi will be chasing after them like flies. Even if you use the roommate relationship or brotherhood as a shield, you can't bet on it.

Qi Lin finally regained some sobriety, but when he saw Jiang Jue's moist eyes, he felt itchy in his heart.

He still wanted to kiss his neck and collarbone, even further down...

"Qi Lin?"

Someone shook his head, tried to throw some ideas out, and coughed: "What if it is made public?"

impossible.

When a popular idol comes out publicly and is still with his roommates, it is tantamount to ruining their futures.

"We can't make a decision hastily." Jiang Jue repeated: "If we are really together, some things will go deeper uncontrollably, and all kinds of signs will become more obvious—"

"Do you think we will have sex?" Qi Lin subconsciously said.

The two fell silent for a few seconds.

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Jiang Jue was speechless for a while, feeling that negation and affirmation were both traps.

In his heart, he didn't like to rein in such a precipice, so there was nothing wrong with yelling and sinking together. There was only a thread of rationality left, and he refused to fall any further.

If such feelings continue to deepen, there will be more and more problems to face together in the future.

Sexual intercourse will also make two people more inseparable from each other - Qi Lin's guess is not wrong at all.

Qi Lin tried to take back the flying imagination, but the problem couldn't be stopped at all: "It seems that there is such a possibility."

"At least—we shouldn't discuss this now." Jiang Jue said with difficulty: "Qi Lin, you understand what I mean."

"Then how about this." Qi Lin approached him, raised his hands against the wall in a bewitching manner, and locked Jiang Jue in the small space, their noses almost touching: "Besides you... We don't fall in love until we are ready for everything."

Jiang Jue could smell the freesia fragrance on his body, and even the breath of speaking made his heart beat faster again.

Qi Lin is becoming more and more mature, whether it is body or facial features, he is changing from a boy to a man.

The distance between them is getting closer and closer, even the distance between their lips seems to disappear.

"But," Qi Lin had completely controlled the rhythm of the conversation, and kissed his lips with downcast eyes, tempting him to respond to himself: "At least we all enjoy kissing...don't we?"

Jiang Jue closed his eyes and let out a sigh as if he was at his mercy.

"Can't go to bed."

Qi Lin leaned over and hugged him tightly, rubbed each other's cheeks, and kissed his forehead as if promising: "Okay, don't go to bed."

"I'm not your lover yet."

"Okay, no."

"We have to keep our distance in public."

"Okay, cold war status."

Jiang Jue opened his eyes and suddenly laughed.

"Then we'll be adulterers."

Qi Lin stared into his eyes, the tips of his noses touched together, and his voice was hoarse: "Isn't this an affair?"

Bai Ping poured his wife a cup of coffee, and sat with her in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"I heard that Xiaojue's acting is not bad?" He let her lie in his arms, lowered his head and rubbed his beard on her forehead.

"Don't make trouble." Jiang Yanzhi couldn't help laughing, raised his fingers to stroke his fluffy beard, and said lazily: "I still have to film at night, and I came back only to accompany that little ancestor."

Being an actor is really hard... With this time in the United States, I might as well read magazines in an air-conditioned room.

"I'll give you a gold medal for the top ten good mothers." Bai Ping put his arms around her and looked at the birds chasing back and forth outside the window, and suddenly remembered something and said: "By the way, do you think—that child Qi Lin seems to like Xiao Absolutely?"

Jiang Yanzhi was stunned for a few seconds: "What did you see?"

"It's not very obvious, but there are flaws," Bai Ping thought about it, "When he answered Jiang Jue's call, his eyes immediately softened, which was completely different from his usual state."

"And when he said the word Jiang Jue, he couldn't help laughing." The more Bai Ping spoke, the more he felt that this was the case, he stroked his beard and said, "You didn't feel it at all when you were acting with him? "

"At least Xiaojue is pretending to have no trace now—is this kid growing up so fast?" Jiang Yanzhi was silent for a few seconds: "No one can afford it if something happens, or I'll interrupt him right now dog legs?"

Bai Ping couldn't help laughing, patted her on the shoulder and said, "Don't tell me, I still have two plays to cooperate with Mr. Qi, you can do it later."

"These two children won't be together." Jiang Yanzhi sat up straighter, with a worried expression on his face: "I played mahjong with Lao Qi two months ago and won him tens of thousands of dollars. Embarrass our children."

"Young people still need to fall in love, so that their emotional feelings will be more real." Bai Ping handed her the mug and returned to the director's state: "In case you lose a relationship or something, you can also play crying scenes in the future." It will improve the relationship faster, think about the time when we fell in love and reunited—"

Jiang Yanzhi gave him a cool look.

"Isn't that both of us are ignorant? Wife—" Bai Ping raised his hands in surrender and said, "I'm ignorant! I'm ignorant!"

"But joys and sorrows are all beneficial to the improvement of artistic attainment, right." He still tried to finish the sentence.

"If the two of them really fall in love, I won't interfere." Jiang Yanzhi said for a while: "I'm afraid that the two children will hurt their hearts, and they still have to be coaxed by their parents."

Bai Ping laughed unconsciously as he recalled those stories from 20 years ago.

"Everything is already fate."

Before Jiang Jue went to the set, he practiced his expressions in front of the mirror for a long time.

Even if he was in a state of ecstasy, he didn't dare to show it, let alone let this emotion affect the subsequent shooting.

When he was acting in a drama, he observed men and women who had been in love for a long time.

I can't help laughing, I can't help recalling things related to the other party, and even my steps will become lighter.

In fact, what I talked about with Qi Lin today is like a dam made of foam, trying to stop the rushing torrent.

There was a certain amount of self-delusion in both of them, which was clearly felt within minutes of being apart.

You can't do things hastily.

If you are not ready, you are not ready, and you can't let it go.

The boy in the mirror still couldn't help laughing.

Jiang Jue flattened the corners of his mouth, took a deep breath for a moment, and read his name.

"Qi Lin."

Then the smile floated up again, like a fool.

Teacher Xiao Jiang's proud expression management in the past is completely useless now.

He had to start to keep recalling the various embarrassing situations when he messed up the live performance before, and gradually regained his sense of seriousness.

Jiang Yanzhi went to the set very early, and spent another two or three hours with makeup and hair.

Fortunately, this time she only has to act in a few scenes in casual clothes, so she can watch her son's play after finishing work early.

The queen, who was wearing a purple robe trimmed with rabbit fur, stepped out, walked through the dressing room amidst the greetings, and found her son surrounded by two or three makeup artists.

He looked peaceful and quiet, not at all in love.

Jiang Yanzhi looked at the mirror and stroked Bu Yao in his hair, looked at Jiang Jue and said, "Where did you go this afternoon?"

"Practice the lines in the room." Jiang Jue turned a page of the lines book, looked up at her: "This robe is very nice."

"I called you this afternoon, why didn't you answer?"

"Didn't hear it." Jiang Jue put the notebook aside, used movements to divert his emotions and attention, and controlled his emotions: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Yanzhi looked at his expression in the mirror, but still couldn't see any flaws.

Not like it.Even if there is something, it must be Qi Lin's unrequited love.

No way, my children are so cute.

"Come on at night, try to pass it over."

"Yes, I will."

He was relieved when Her Majesty dragged her robe to the set.

Fortunately, I didn't see it... I almost didn't tense up.

As long as the corner of her mouth is raised even a little bit, it's no wonder she can't see it.

Group A and B were still filming separately, and in the middle of the night, Bailuan City was full of lights from south to north.

When Jiang Yanzhi was filming, even if he didn't talk to other people in advance, his state was just right.

She seems to be able to blend into the picture at any time, even without the help of the director of photography to find the position, she can stand in the most suitable lighting spot with the nine-square grid composition.

For the directors, such an actor with excellent professional ability is too worry-free.

Looking at the monitoring screen, Jiang Sun unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if this woman is 43, she can play roles in different periods with ease - when she plays an old man, she is staggering, and when she plays a young girl, she has bright eyes and good eyes. It feels like she can play until she is 60 years old.

When Group A finished work, some people resigned first, took off their makeup and went back to rest.

And some people stopped by the prime minister's mansion and began to watch the progress of group B's filming.

Although they are currently filming the scenery of summer nights, they actually need to shoot a complete set of scenes and plots of spring, summer, autumn and winter within nine months. Flowers and plants in various states are also available for the set, and the filming of the prime minister may be completed within a month. All the scenes alone in the mansion.

Half of it depends on the special effects team, [-]% depends on the scene set, and [-]% depends on the actors.

Jiang Jue is filming the scene of coaxing his daughter to sleep.

Tantai Ming's first wife died of dystocia, and there was no sequel after that.

The daughter left behind is only three or four years old now, and she speaks in a childish voice.

In front of the empress, Tantai Ming is an extremely calm and powerful minister. Even if all the ministers attack him together, he can calmly block all doubts and resentment for the empress, just like the most loyal watchdog.

In the prime minister's mansion, he is the commander of the intelligence organization, a powerful official whom countless people swear allegiance to, he can lightly erase the existence of dissidents, he is used to seeing flesh and blood, and has no mercy at all.

But when he rocked the cradle and lulled his daughter to sleep, he was a clumsy and gentle father.

I was afraid that the quilt was not covered properly, and that the child would not sleep well, and even the incense had to be checked several times by myself.

When he sang nursery rhymes, he looked like a young father in his late thirties.

Although he had just returned from the palace, he was wearing python robes, and the ruby ​​on the ring was particularly dazzling beside the child's fair cheeks.

But that gentle look in the eyes seems to be the most true expression.

The child fell asleep in the nursery rhymes, and his breathing gradually became even.

Tantai Ming watched his daughter's sleeping face, and suddenly shed two lines of tears.

When the tears flowed, there was no warning, not even a sad expression on the face.

——This is a reaction that was not written in the script at all.

How can he cry? !

In the original plot, this is to film the true feelings of powerful officials in private, and the main tone should be warm and relaxed.

But why did he cry - there is no cause and effect? !

The screenwriter and assistant director looked at Jiang Sun subconsciously, as long as he gave an order, this one would be re-shooted directly.

Jiang Fun kept staring at the monitor screen and shook his head slightly.

Don't stop, keep shooting.

The author has something to say: The B/GM for this chapter, Li Ronghao's "Oops" and "When I Look at You", are so sweet (cover face

In the future, I can’t post video Amway numbers, I will lock the text_(:з」∠)_

Recently, the temperature has dropped drastically, and the cold wind is howling outside the window. I am a single dog shivering and hugging a pillow to write about the teenage love that is full of hormones in summer. It feels really cruel TVT

A few more words, in fact, at least for me, the word "gongshou" is just a hobby of going to bed, and it doesn't mean anything.

Personally, I don't like Cuscuta, which can only be used as a cute mascot, or the heroine, and I don't think these two labels represent weakness and passivity.

Like the few books I wrote before... one was bloodbathed by the emperor to help Zheng Gangji, and the other was killed by the head of state in the game of the Three Kingdoms. Although Jiang Jue is an actor, he is also fierce and stubborn, which can be seen from it√

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When it comes to making a movie to build a city, Chen Kaige really builds a city by making a film...very distinctive.

Other directors are also very good. For example, the director of October Siege suffered from depression in order to restore an old port city.

I remember another movie that spent a lot of money to build an entire city, and then burned it down at the end of filming, and just shot the scene of being burned-very powerful.

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Zhihu/What kind of experience is it for an actor to enter the play?

Nine Songs:

When Chen Daoming acted in the TV series "The Last Emperor", in order to experience the feeling of an emperor, he bought a ticket to play in the Forbidden City.

Sometimes I get excited when I recite the lines, which startles the tourists on the side.

When Chen Baoguo played "Han Wu Dadi", his temper became worse day by day as the role continued to deepen, and Liu Che's domineering personality gradually developed. He often got serious with the crew and blamed others at every turn.

Gu Yue became famous for playing Mao Zedong and was interviewed by the central leadership.The leader encouraged him to speak: You are playing Chairman Mao, the chairman is not afraid of anyone.So he patted the general secretary on the shoulder and guided him in his work: Comrade xxx's economy is doing very well, and the people are very satisfied, but...

The state of an actor entering the play is roughly the state of entering the character, and his behavior and behavior become the state of the character.Carina Lau said that sometimes when Tony Leung came back from filming, he seemed to be a different person, and she knew he was in the film.