Inner entertainment first vase

The street lamps in the villages in the city are high and dim, and there are always corners that cannot be illuminated in a long alley that is not wide.Tang Ye's tone was unclear: "You are really proficient in kissing."

Ke Yu lowered his head and lit a cigarette, the exposed side of his neck made his eyes darken.He took a sip and asked jokingly, "Boss Tang, it's nine o'clock, can this age bear it?"

"It's really ruthless," Tang Ye said in a low and ambiguous voice, as if teasing a small prey: "I have dedicated a day to accompany you."

Ke Yu folded her arms: "That was really hard work. I kissed and watched, and I knew I was going to terminate the contract. You don't want to part with me, but you don't have to be so courteous."

Tang Ye pinched his chin, and roughly licked the lips that he kissed just now with his fingertips: "I really like your mouth. You know how I feel when you see you being so intimate with others... It's hard to see .”

Ke Yu's body froze, and she no longer concealed her disgust: "Pervert."

His tone of voice was disgusting, his limbs were disgusting, and the smell of perfume made his stomach retch.The moment the two got very close, Ke Yu thought of Shanglu inappropriately.

"Don't move. Mr. Ke, you are dishonest." "Is it you, Kojima?" "I helped you, how can you thank me?" He actually remembered Shanglu's aura, remembered his face and eyes that were also close to him, and the warmth of his wrist.

Tang Ye saw his blurred and gentle eyes for a moment.

"What are you laughing at?" He narrowed his eyes and frowned, looking at Ke Yu, who was so to speak unfamiliar in front of him.

Ke Yu smiled slightly and deliberately said, "I think of someone."

He took a bath today seriously for the first time in a long time. After showering, soaking in the bath, and showering again, his fingers were all white from the soak.When lying back on the bed, Thumb subconsciously opened and slid away WeChat. After a moment of hesitation, he re-downloaded the email client.This hotel is good everywhere, only the Internet is not good.An APP was downloaded intermittently, and after one minute the progress bar was not halfway through, Ke Yu called Sheng Guoer.

Talking to the group is tiring work. Sheng Guoer has long been asleep, but the long-term upside-down work has already trained her conditioned reflexes. The moment she picked up the phone, she asked in a very sober tone: "Brother, what's the matter?" ?”

Ke Yu couldn't help but rubbed his fingers against the rim of the cup for two seconds. He picked up the cup and drank saliva to conceal it before he asked calmly, "Did you remove my private mailbox before?"

Since the matter involved privacy, Sheng Guo'er dared not be negligent, and replied firmly: "Of course, it will be removed on the day I said it."

There was a moment of silence on the phone, Ke Yu nodded: "Is that so...that's good."

Sheng Guoer is a thoughtful and sensitive person, otherwise Mai Anyan would not have sent her to Ke Yu.Although she was not yet fully awake, she immediately realized that Ke Yu was not asking for the mailbox, but for the email.She immediately changed her words: "No... Wait, brother, let me check again, it seems that I forgot to delete it."

Ke Yu clenched the cup tightly: "Then you go now..."

"I'll click in and delete it now." Sheng Guoer took the conversation, opened the memo as quickly as possible, copied the account number and wrote down the password, entered the login in the mailbox, and said in a natural tone: "I really forgot to delete it, but inside There is an unread one. Brother, do you need me to check it for you?"

Ke Yu squeezed the phone tightly for a moment, and then slowly released his strength, his heart tightened and loosened just like this strength, giving birth to endless fatigue.His voice was low and hoarse in the middle of the night, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said, "No, I'll see for myself."

Sheng Guoer smiled: "Good night brother, go to bed early!"

"Good night."

The 1-minute phone call seems to have saved the life of the hotel's hopeless wireless network. When it is turned on again, the APP has been downloaded.Ke Yu walked to the French window.There is no landscape here, and at night, the surroundings are dead silent, and he enters his email address facing the dark night.

Unread messages are marked with a small red dot.

"Mr. Ke, the film has been completed. Fourteen days of traveling day and night, for some reason that is inconvenient to disclose, I cannot share the finished film with you for the time being.

another:

My friend is not seriously ill and has recovered very well. Thank you for your concern last time.

You haven't responded to emails since last time, maybe it's because you are very busy every day, I hope it doesn't bother you this time.

sean Phytophthora

Ke Yu didn't know if he was supercilious, he seemed to feel some kind of subtle discomfort from Shanglu's last sentence.

Will Shanglu be upset?

Are you upset because you don't reply to emails?

Ke Yu took a deep breath. What is the reason for "some kind of inconvenient disclosure"?After filming him and cutting him, he still wants to show off...Ke Yu clicked to reply, he hesitated for a short time, and he replied:

"Forcing to watch me for fourteen days sounds like torture, I hope it doesn't disgust you.

I'm not busy, you can interrupt. "

Tap to send, and the email flew across the strait in an instant. Ke Yu didn't expect that he would receive a message in seconds, so that he even tripped on the carpet when he didn't read the message back.

……Oh shit.

His heart was beating wildly for no reason, and Shanglu wrote in the email: "Then I want to interrupt now, is it okay?"

Ke Yu couldn't catch his breath, he turned around abruptly and opened the window.The wind rushes in wildly through the open gaps in the sky, bringing with it the coolness of winter.He raised the back of his hand and pressed it to his face. ...well, it's cold.

It is not surprising that Shanglu did not receive a reply.This "small island" is elusive and unpredictable, as if covered by a layer of fog, and only appears suddenly on the blue sea on moonlit nights.

Not so easy to catch.

Pei Zhihe leaned against the bathroom door, watching Shanglu put his phone back on the countertop and start the shaver in front of the mirror.

It was really hard work, I didn't leave the room for more than ten days, and finally submitted the short film in time for the final deadline.This was the first day he saw the sun again, and Pei Zhihe had already reserved a high-end restaurant to celebrate him.He looked at Phytophthora in the mirror and smiled slightly: "Since when have you been so active in replying to messages?"

"Mail." Shang Lu corrected him.

"friend?"

"Have you ever seen a friend contact you by email?" The faucet was turned on, and the sound of water rinsing the knife head blurred his low, magnetic voice.

It also makes sense, Pei Zhihe guessed boredly: "It can't be the male protagonist."

Then Shang Lu laughed.

Pei Zhihe stood up straight, with both arms hanging down: "It's really him?"

"It's him."

Pei Zhihe thought that Shanglu would show him the film.Ambiguous light and shadow, strong symbolic colors and filters, and... a seamless monologue.After watching the three 10-minute short film, for the first time, he was not proud of Phytophthora's talent, but always recalled that face.

...to linger tirelessly.

Because of staying up late, the face in the mirror was pale and bloodless, and there was a faint blue shadow in the eyes, but the eyes in the pupils were still sharp and firm, hiding a fierce and unruly look, and a high-spirited look that had not suffered at first sight.Pei Zhihe looked at him from the mirror, at his handsome face that he hadn't gotten tired of looking at for more than ten years.

After washing his face, Shanglu put his hands on the marble countertop, raised the corners of his lips and said, "He is a natural actor."

The way he said this reminded Pei Zhihe of the past.

He is very talented for the violin, but he really made up his mind to take a career path when Shanglu said firmly that year: "You were born to stand under the spotlight." His tone and eyes at that time seemed to give Pei Zhihe tore a hole in his ignorant and chaotic state, and forcibly broke into a bright light.For this reason, he did not hesitate to give up the way out arranged by his family and went to the ocean alone.

Shanglu has such an ability. When he thinks you can, you feel that you are the darling of talent, the one and only one.

Pei Zhihe suppressed the uncontrollable jealousy in his heart, and asked in a subtle tone: "Why, do you want to praise him?"

"Not necessarily, it depends on him." Shanglu thought of this, picked up his mobile phone and dialed out.

"It's me, Sean, um, long time no see, yes, I haven't returned to China yet,...Okay, naturally," Shang Lu said casually, and as he walked out of the bathroom, seeing Pei Zhihe with a stern face, he rubbed his head Ba, "I have something to ask you."

Pei Zhihe stared at his back with a strange expression, and the corners of his lips gradually turned up uncontrollably.

Lawyer Li Haiyao received the commission and found it interesting.Shanglu violated the rights of portrait and reputation, and asked him to settle with the other party in private with 500 million yuan, but he could not show his cards first, but had to come up with two plans to test.One set, he entered the entertainment industry to make films, but he didn't get 500 cents, and the other set, he took [-] million and disappeared.

"Young Master," Li Haiyao turned the swivel chair and smiled helplessly, "Are you deliberately teasing me or him?"

Shang Lu hung up the phone, Pei Zhihe couldn't believe it: "500 million?! Brother Shao and Sister Mingxian will not spare you."

He followed Pokemon into the cloakroom, saw him take off his black T-shirt without avoiding suspicion, and picked out a French shirt from the closet.The young body exudes strength and hormones with the movement of putting on the shirt.He buttoned up the buttons one by one, and said foolishly, "Do you still need them for 500 million?"

The merchant is an old wealthy businessman. Although Shanglu is just a fresh graduate, millions of dollars have never been taken seriously.Pei Zhihe watched Shanglu fold up his double-folded sleeves slowly, opened the jewelry drawer and took out a pair of turquoise pinch gold cufflinks, and raised his wrist to put them on. He said slowly: "500 million is a film salary, I will take advantage of it." .”

"He's just a ghetto."

Shanglu glanced at him, "Xiaozhi."

Pei Zhihe shut up instantly.

After putting on his suit, Phytolaca took out another silk scarf from the closet.After all, he is young and an artist. He doesn't like overly formal attire, and often uses silk scarves instead of ties.Pei Zhihe walked up, "I'll help you."

He was only less than 1.8 meters, and Phytophthora was almost 1.9 meters, so he had to bend down and bow his head to accommodate him.The smell of perfume filled the tip of his nose, Pei Zhihe held his breath, resisted the increasingly hot temperature of his cheeks, skillfully helped him tie the knot, straightened his neckline and smoothed his skirt.

"The last time Mingbao saw me tie a tie for you, he secretly asked me if I was with you." He said jokingly, his eyes drooping.

Shanglu didn't feel embarrassed at all, and smiled sarcastically, looking like a jerk brother: "I think she owes a beating."

"There are a lot of gay people in the arts, and our orchestra is half and half."

Shang Lu didn't hear his implication, just nodded and said: "It's a lot, it's normal." Thinking something was wrong, he stared at Pei Zhihe and asked, "Is someone chasing you?"

Pei Zhihe said lightly: "There are many."

Shang Lu thought about it: "If you are bullied, tell me." He knew that Pei Zhihe had an arrogant and arrogant heart under his fragile and fragile appearance, and added: "However, even if you don't like it, don't discriminate against it." them."

Pei Zhihe: "..."

Discriminate against your mother.

"How can there be discrimination?" He collected himself, "What about you? There should be a lot of people in the entertainment industry."

"Me?" Shang Lu laughed, "If I find a boyfriend, Shang Mingxian will really break my leg."

"You've never had a girlfriend." Pei Zhihe was unwilling, "They don't suspect?"

Shanglu picked up his mobile phone and car keys, and his lazy and playful voice came to Pei Zhihe's ears steadily as he walked: "I'm sorry, it's better to make a movie than to fall in love."

Except for necessary occasions, he didn't often wear such formal attire. Pei Zhihe stared at his back and saw him turn around and wait for him for a while with a smile on his mouth.Huntsman of Savile Row in London tours the United States and France three times a year, and the suits of pokeweed are all customized here. The 1.9-meter stature is perfectly tailored, and the cufflinks are extravagant and low-key. Like his overall temperament, he has a classic and noble modern sense.Pei Zhihe hadn't dated him for a long time, and he didn't come back to himself until the waiter opened a chair for him and invited him to sit down.

The knives, forks and porcelain plates occasionally made crisp clinking sounds. Shanglu seldom talked when eating, so Pei Zhihe had to ask, "Are you sure you want to go back to China for development?"

"Ah."

"What's wrong with France? European independent art theaters are so mature, and the censorship is more tolerant. You can make any film you want, not to mention the master classes in the past few years. Your tutors are all in Europe—" I am still in the Europe.

Shanglu pinched the goblet between his fingers, shaking it skillfully to sober up.The red wine slid back and forth on the wall hanging of the glass. He watched and pondered, "I don't like to make content under the gaze of another cultural system. You know that what I appreciate is always the core of the Eastern style, morality, human relations, outlook on life and death and I am willing to return to the Chinese context to explore these metaphysical things, and I only want to explore these propositions in the Eastern context." He paused, "Xiao Zhi, my career is destined to be in the mainland."

Pei Zhihe put down his knife and fork, stared down at the plate, "What about me?"

Shanglu smiled naturally: "Of course you will stay in Europe, my chief." Seeing that Pei Zhihe was depressed, he held his hand on the table: "Why, don't you want to part with me? I promise, Every year when you return to Hong Kong, I will definitely be there."

The merchant and the Pei family have been friends for generations. Pei Zhihe is two years younger than him, but studied in Europe earlier than him. He is lonely, tough and distressing. He is used to accommodating him like he treats Shang Mingbao.Thinking of his situation in Pei's house, it was inevitable to have a little more pity.He knew that Pei Zhihe lived a better life in Pei's house than when he was a child because of his friendship with him.When he returned to China, it was normal for Pei Zhihe to feel uneasy.

Pei Zhihe took a deep breath, knowing he couldn't keep him, and asked bitterly: "Then when are you going to return to China?"

Shanglu didn't hesitate: "Leave this week."

"So fast?"

"Not fast, Buenos Aires will complete the review and publicity within a month," Phytophthora curled up his lips, confidently and calmly: "I will find my protagonist as soon as the results come out."