Inner entertainment first vase

"Here..." Ke Yu was dazzled by the wind, he spoke half of a sentence, and swallowed the second half in the sudden strong airflow.The black umbrella was pressed down, and the ribs of the umbrella were almost bent by the blow in an instant. The sky became dark in the blink of an eye, Ke Yu couldn't see the road clearly, and staggered under his feet, and was swept into Shanglu's arms by the wind.

Shanglu hugged him by the waist, the umbrella was blown away, and was swept away in the black air current.

The breath that hits the breath for a moment is more vivid than the coldness of the snow and ice, and it is warm at the same time.Shanglu held him tightly with one hand, and shielded him from the wind and snow with the other hand, whispering in his ear: "I'm sorry."

After finally running to the main room, Ke Yu stomped his feet, and Shanglu patted the snow off his body for him, and then took off his coat and wrapped it around him.Her hair was wet, and her hands froze in mid-air for a moment before rubbing it.The black hair was fiddled with by the fingertips, and snow seeds fell rustlingly.

After a few steps and a few words, the weather has become thorough. If it was reasonable to say that it was reasonable to go out to relax, now it is time to worry about his life.Sure enough, Sheng Guoer's call came in: "Brother, where are you? Your down jacket is still in the restaurant, I'll bring it to you?"

There was a crackling sound from the firepit, Ke Yu squatted down and roasted his hands, glanced at Shang Lu, and lied to his intimate and trusting assistant: "No, I've already returned to my room."

"Huh? So fast?"

It's weird to lie in front of people, Ke Yu restrained himself from ignoring Shanglu's half-smiling gaze, and said calmly, "I'll sleep for a while, don't disturb me."

"Oh good... Director Tang said that the wind is too loud, they should think of a way, if it still like this, we won't shoot tonight."

The whole film is quiet, the dullness of summer afternoons and nights, the feeling of sweating and chest tightness, shortness of breath, the sound of the wind is included, and the artistic conception changes.With this level of wind, the sound-absorbing blanket probably won't help.

"understood."

After hanging up the phone, Ke Yu conveyed the news to Shang Lu, "The filming has been cancelled." The aunt who welcomed the two of them just now poured two cups of hot tea over, and Ke Yu held a plastic disposable cup, "Then I... …gone back?"

"It's the rescheduling of the filming, not the cancellation of the scene." Shanglu moved the red-hot charcoal, and the glass windows were rattled, "Wait a little longer, when the wind calms down, I'll take you back."

"Farewell," Ke Yu refused, "You think I'm not cooling down fast enough."

It's crazy enough to go into the yard alone with him. If someone bumps into him, he will be able to get on the marketing account tomorrow.

Shang Lu glanced at him: "You're not gay, so you're afraid of spreading scandals with me? What's more, I'm a little helper, so I can sleep with you so easily. Should you reflect on your own reputation?"

Ke Yu put it succinctly: "Think about it."

Shanglu smiled, threw down the fire stick and stood up, squatting down in front of him again.Ke Yu was sitting on a small bench, suddenly nervous: "Why are you so close?"

Phantasia is tall, squatting no shorter than him, looking at him helplessly, and reaching into the pocket of the down jacket—"Take the script."

Ke Yu forgot that he was still wrapped in his clothes, and he reached in to grab it reflexively. The palms touched, and both of them paused. Shanglu whispered, "It's so cold."

The slender fingers wrapped around his.

His pupils widened, Ke Yu froze, and his panicked and blank expression fell into the eyes of Shang Lu who was close at hand.

Ke Yu lowered his eyes and shook his hand: "Quickly let go."

Footsteps were heard on the stairs, and his expression changed instinctively. Before making a sound again, Shanglu let go of his hand as if he had just woken up from a dream, and pulled out the script rolled into a tube.At the same moment when she sat back with a calm demeanor, the half-hidden wooden door opened, and Aunt came in with a silver teapot, bent down to look at the fire, and smiled at the two of them again.

Shanglu handed the script to Ke Yu, but didn't get into the main topic, but said, "Mr. Kojima, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Ke Yu said quickly, picking up almost as soon as the words fell, or maybe because he felt that the answer was too fast, he clenched the script tightly, and explained in an attempt to cover up: "No, it's because I hurt you ..."

"No."

Ke Yu looked at him ignorantly, "No?"

Shanglu thought for a while: "I'm guilty."

Ke Yu: "..."

No way, no way, no way.

"Watched your kissing scene this afternoon..." Shang Lu forced himself to look at him, and said with difficulty: "I can't hold back..."

Can't hold back...?Can't hold back what?Help!The script was twisted to the point where Ke Yu's every nerve stretched into a straight line, wishing he could run away immediately.In the violent psychological turmoil, I heard Shang Lu's frank confession: "...I can't help but have a strange picture of you."

The small stool fell over with a bang, and rolled around twice, Ke Yu stood up suddenly: "You, you..." swallowed, and said fiercely, "You don't need to tell me such things!"

Shang Lu followed suit, determined to confess to the end, and said calmly, "I also searched for other clips."

Ke Yu was dumbfounded: "What?"

"Kissing scene."

I saw the interviews and sideshows of Ke Yu’s first kiss scene that year. Three or four years ago, he was much younger on screen than he is now. When asked by a reporter how he felt about his first kiss on screen, he was far from what he is now So easy to do, even laughing and hiding from the camera.He respects actresses very much, and he didn't say what it was like, he just begged everyone to pay more attention to the plot.

Ke Yu couldn't make any expression on his face, and Shang Lu said seriously: "Because I have repeatedly confirmed with you whether you are gay, and I am also sure that I am straight, so I think this kind of thing should be confessed to you. Otherwise...it seems to be blaspheming you, and also betraying your trust in me."

Ke Yu gritted her teeth: "Then you should reflect on whether you are not so fucking straight!"

Shang Lu was stunned for a moment, and retorted reflexively: "How is that possible."

"How can a normal man be hard when he sees same-sex kissing!"

The expression on Shanglu's face froze, and he whispered: "...I didn't say I was hard."

Ke Yu: "...?"

"I just said there was a strange picture."

Ke Yu was so tortured that he lost his temper: "It's okay, then tell me, what is so strange——"

"I want to kiss you."

The room was silent, the snow was drifting through the night, the window lattices rattled, and the fire was burning hotter.

Ke Yu's mouth was parched, he remained silent for a while, and then wiped his face in a horrible way: "Master Shang, sometimes you are so simple that people want to beat you."

"You are my actor and I am your director. We will spend a lot of time alone in the future. I can't hide this feeling from you. I made it clear that I will not lie to you, but if you keep thinking about it If you are in such a mood, I will not be able to take a good picture of you. I hope you understand." Shanglu said seriously: "Ambiguousness is only effective when it is tacit, I confess, this layer of atmosphere will disappear, and I can face it calmly. You. In the future, people will say that this director took Ke Yu so well and beautifully, so that I can have a clear conscience, instead of when others say that he may have fallen asleep, I don’t even have the courage to refute.”

"Why don't you have the courage to refute something you haven't done?"

Shang Lu took a step forward to bully him, his voice was low and hoarse because of the fire: "They are all men, how can you not understand? If you want to kiss you, you will want to hug you, if you want to hug you, you will want to fuck you even more. I If I don’t say anything today, if I do something wrong and scare you away in the future, what should I do?”

Ke Yu's head was muddled, so he could only mechanically ask: "...What should you do?"

Shang Lu hooked his lips silently, staring into his eyes: "I will lose the only person I want to photograph the most for so many years."

Looking away messily, Ke Yu said softly and incoherently: "What if I hadn't been scared away? Who said I would definitely run away?...Maybe I wouldn't necessarily be scared away."

Shanglu thought for a while: "Then I will thank God, it shows that you trust me very much."

Hesitantly: "...Is that so?"

Shanglu: "That's right."

Ke Yu could only ask, "Have you ever been in love?"

Her lips moved, but before she could make a sound, Ke Yu added: "Don't lie to me, if you lie to me, I will run away."

Swallowing the lie, Shang Lu had no choice but to say: "No."

"really."

"really?"

Pointing his finger at his heart, Ke Yu concluded his statement: "So stupid."

"My IQ is one hundred—"

"Didn't you say you were good at coaxing girls?"

Shang Lu obediently confessed: "He is very good at coaxing Shang Mingbao."

Ke Yu couldn't help laughing: "What kind of family can teach you such a character?"

"My character—"

"Very good." Ke Yu said quickly and seriously: "Really very good."

He is open and aboveboard, and he is ruthless enough to himself. Even the fantasies that cannot be controlled by the subconscious mind are considered blasphemy and intimacy, and they will be killed in the bud.

His throat was itching like hell, Ke Yu flicked out a cigarette case, flipped his wrist, put it in his mouth, and pressed the lighter again: "You just said that the director had fantasies about the actors, so if—" He smoked Taking a sip, he took the cigarette away from his mouth, "Does the actor have fantasies about the director?"

The white smoke exhaled was still warm, lingering and circling under the dim yellow electric light.The phrase "Teacher Ke likes to smoke Yunyan, and the cloud is light" sounded out of time in his mind.

Light, and with a vague aroma.

Ke Yu looked up at him, put his hand on his chest with a cigarette in his hand: "If the actor has fantasies about the director, what should I do?"

With a heart beating so fast that it would jump out of his throat, Shang Lu lowered his gaze to look at him.Covering his heart with his slender palm, and dusting off the cigarette ash with his left hand, Ke Yu looked at him with a half-smile: "Your heart beats so fast, Director."

"Teacher Ke," the Adam's apple rolled impatiently, and Shanglu struggled to find his voice, low and hoarse, as if burning, "You brought back the ambiguity."

The hand climbed up from the slightly bulging chest muscles, bit by bit, slowly carved into the consciousness of the two of them.Ke Yu finally clasped his shoulders, their lips were touching, their breath was entwined, and they were almost touching.

One breath, five seconds vaguely counted in Ke Yu's mind - nothing happened.

Even the heartbeat slowed down.

Ke Yu lowered his head, hid that emotionless smile, then easily pushed him away, and took a step back calmly, "Look, I tried it for you, and you don't want to kiss me at all." One sentence, "I don't want to kiss you either."

The heart slowly fell back.

"You can rest assured, director——" Ke Yu smiled, "Your shots will not carry any obscene, indecent, or sexually repressive colors."