Inner entertainment first vase

It was still dark when the knock on the door rang.The script full of annotations and labels was pressed against his face, and Ke Yu had to react for a while before realizing that he had fallen asleep reciting his lines.

The light was on, and a thread leaked through the crack of the door, which was dazzling in the dark living room.

Shanglu knocked again: "Mr. Ke, are you asleep?"

Ke Yu put on his coat, stuffed the script under the pillow before opening the door: "What's the matter?" Turned on the phone...Damn it, it's three o'clock in the morning.

In front of my eyes, Shang Lu raised his hand and shook it, and then felt that his hair was pulled——Shang Lu held a blue post-it note between his fingers: "Hurrying up for the postgraduate entrance examination?" This moment of realizing that I love..."

Before he finished reading it, his hands were empty, and Ke Yu snatched it away: "Young people must be polite."

"Your diary?" The young man pushed forward.

Ke Yu said coldly, "Is it okay?"

Shang Lu didn't care, just handed out a stack of manuscript paper in his hand: "Screenshot."

There are twenty cards in total, the color is strong, but not messy.Ke Yu saw it through at a glance: "It's orange-red at night, white and low-saturation during the day—the same person, two worlds for 24 hours."

Shanglu held the door frame with one hand, and asked lazily, "Why is it orange at night?"

Ke Yu looked at his eyes hidden behind the glasses, he seemed extremely sleepy, but still had the kind of firmness that was easy to handle.He pondered the camera: "Are you testing me?"

"You are the lead actor."

"Color is the mood of the movie, orange red, sex, violence, gore - perhaps also a kind of mystery, I don't understand the low saturation during the day." Ke Yu said truthfully.

Shanglu raised the corners of his lips noncommittal, and just said: "Let's get started."

"...Now?" Ke Yu looked up at the blue window, and then looked at him again...with a look of "are you okay".

"Okay, today you belong to me," Shang Lu raised his wrist to look at his watch, and read: "[-]:[-] in the morning - after twelve o'clock, it's time to fulfill the promise, Cinderella."

After being teased carelessly, Ke Yu's eyes blurred, and in the blink of an eye, the other party squeezed another post-it note.

"Work hard, stick it all over your head." Shanglu raised his eyebrows, and put a stick on his forehead.

Ke Yu: "...is there any more?"

shame.

"Gone."

Ke Yu looked at him suspiciously.

Shanglu laughed: "It's really gone."

Ke Yu felt relieved, and when she turned to take a shower, she was stopped again—"Wait a minute."

The tall young man approached suddenly, put his hands on his neckline, and stared at him with lowered eyes: "Is it okay? Teacher Ke."

... a rogue gentleman.

Ke Yu opened his lips, but made no sound, only heard the vibration of his chest.The hand hanging by the side clenched unconsciously.Because he was so close, he even smelled the fragrance of pokeweed's wrist and breath, the agarwood of pine and a little sweetness.

He was wearing a dark green shirt-style pajamas, with the luster of silk, and when he touched it, it felt smooth and soft to the touch.Shang Lu let his eyes rest on the neckline restrainedly, and quickly took off another sticky note: "There are more here."

When people left, the tense oppressive feeling disappeared, Ke Yu said coldly, "Don't get so close."

"Sorry." Without a sincere tone, he added: "Nice pajamas."

The bathroom door was slammed shut, Ke Yu turned on the faucet, and cursed in a low voice, "Damn." He raised his head, and the oxidized square mirror reflected his burning face.

Even in Ning City, the daylight is very late in winter.It's just four o'clock, the moon is very faint, as if painted in the sky.The whole village in the city is still sleeping peacefully, the air is filled with the smell of charcoal fire after a night of supper, the trash can is overflowing, two stray cats are squatting on the lid and licking their paws, watching people pass by, staring at them seriously with dark eyes.

This shot captures the sunset.

All the filming locations and camera positions of Phykulum have been stepped on in advance.Ke Yu followed behind him, passing the aunts and uncles who were shopping for vegetables, and the uncles and aunts who were picking up their grandchildren. Suddenly, he remembered the modern building in the GC Center last night. In a flash, his eyes were full of wires again. skyline up.

The lanes here are intricate, but Pokeland is familiar with the road.

Holding pure water in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth, Ke Yu squinted at the young body from behind.The opponent's back is tall and straight, and his slightly tight T-shirt outlines the lines of his muscles.There are many old buildings on both sides, with the same small red and yellow squares, and even the names and signboards of the shops are not aesthetically pleasing, only the back of Shanglu is out of place.

"Since when have you become so familiar with this place?" Ke Yu looked away, holding a cigarette between his fingers and finding nothing to say.

"When you were working at the store."

"Have you traveled all over here?"

"Every alley."

Ke Yu didn't add him on WeChat, and thought to himself that the number of WeChat steps per day must be considerable, and it might be able to occupy the cover of his circle of friends.This thought passed silently, and in a flash, he realized that he did not have any contact information of Shanglu.

At dusk, Shanglu knocked on the door of a grandma.It was probably because they had greeted in advance, and the other party was not surprised.Shanglu chatted with her in fluent Cantonese, and led Ke Yu up to the fourth floor.A small lock that has been opened is hung on a narrow iron door, and it creaks when it is pushed.

An expansive balcony garden.

More than a dozen pots of roses and camellias are planted on the flat concrete ground, tall or short, as well as some vegetables, fruits and vines.The green vines of morning glory and creeper are wrapped around the bamboo pergola, under which there are two deck chairs and a small round wooden table. The nandina bamboo is slender, the frangipani is lush, and the leaves of the acacia tree are light and translucent in the sun.In the corner of the terrace are two clotheslines, and the host’s white undershirt is billowing in the pre-sunset wind.

"It's beautiful." Ke Yu politely put out the cigarette by the door, as if he was afraid that the cigarette would offend these well-blooming roses.

"Ji Xianlin wrote an article, "My own flowers are for others to see". He was studying in Germany and saw enthusiasm for planting flowers in front of every house. In fact, Ningshi is the same."

"Really? How did you write that article?"

"I can't remember clearly," Shanglu recalled: "When I was in the house, I let others see my flowers; when I was walking on the street, I looked at other people's flowers—probably so."

"Makes sense."

"Ningshi has its charms. People who don't know a village like this think it's a quagmire and deep pit, but when walking on the road, if you look up by chance, maybe a black window will protrude from a black window. Good Bougainvillea." Shanglu pointed to one of the deck chairs: "Mr. Ke, please go there - you can smoke, treat it as your own garden."

"Is Fei Zai a flower grower?" Ke Yu asked, in the tone of talking about a tacit secret.

Shanglu looked into his eyes: "He will."

Ke Yu smiled in the newly lit smoke: "I remember."

There was a knock on the door, and Grandma brought over two cans of beer.The tab is opened, and the sound of bubbles makes people feel like returning to summer.

The beer was drying in the setting sun, and Ke Yu was lying on the deck chair, sipping a cigarette and looking up at the sky, his eyes were narrowed, and there was no trace of force on the corners of his lips, but he seemed a little comfortable in the camera.He thought, under this twilight, perhaps Fei Zai was also free.

After one pass, Shanglu put away the gimbal and mobile phone.Hearing the applause, Ke Yu looked back and saw Shang Lu lazily applauding him: "Mr. Ke, congratulations on the finale."

Applause resounded on the quiet terrace, and the word "killing" made Ke Yu feel that his identity was wrong, and he returned to the set in a daze. "It's so ceremonial." He applauded lightly along with him: "Is the bouquet and cake missing?"

He was teasing, but Shanglu said "um" seriously: "I'm sorry, I didn't have time."

The sun has not yet set, but the moon has risen, and the sunset burns the sunset glow, and at the end, it becomes a little bit of charming color on the tip of Ke Yu's nose.He turned his head in such a glow, and said with some amusement: "It's not to the point of saying I'm sorry."

Mingming was so consistent when he was in charge of the mirror, how could he be so serious and obedient.

"It was supposed to be prepared, but including today's shooting, it was an unexpected situation." Shanglu paused, and said in the evening wind, "Mr. Ke, I'm leaving."

The smile on the corner of Ke Yu's mouth froze for a moment, then he gently squeezed it back without a trace: "So fast."

"I have a friend who is injured and I have to go see him."

"Looks like a good friend."

"Yes, very important."

Ke Yu picked up the coat from the chair and put it on slowly. Not knowing what to say, he followed social etiquette and said, "I wish him a speedy recovery."

Going down the stairs to the first floor, Grandma is sitting on the Eight Immortals table in front of the hall, chopping beans.Shang Lu took out a wad of money from his pocket and handed it to her.He didn't count, and Ke Yu didn't know how many there were. He just felt that he was quite generous even though he had fallen to this level.

"Okay, the materials are only allowed to be practiced by yourself, even if you cut them out, you can't share them with others." Ke Yu repeated the old saying: "Otherwise——"

"Otherwise, I will sue to the extent that my rich girlfriend will go bankrupt." Shang Lu helped him with the words and asked, "So, how much is it?"

Ke Yu said smoothly: "One million."

Shang Lu replied casually: "Then she can afford it."

Ke Yu glanced at him, saw some dandies in him, and felt that he was supercilious. "500 million." He raised the price black-heartedly.

"500 million?" Shanglu repeated, "Are you sure?"

"Scared." Ke Yu patted his heart with the back of his hand, relying on his self-knowledge of his age and blatantly frivolous: "Brother, you have to take care of yourself."

The younger brother was not fooled by his frivolity, but instead held his wrist: "You said it. It's a deal."