After tearing up the character design, I became popular [Rebirth]

"Card!"

Du Zigui looked at the lens of the glasses, his eyes fixed on the old scar on Ji Anxun's wrist, and he remained silent.

Ji Anxun stood firm, broke away from Wen Yuezhou's hand with a guilty conscience, and hid his wrist back. He didn't dare to look at Wen Yuezhou's eyes, and he was terribly panicked. He looked at Du Zigui as if avoiding it, and said, "Director Du , is this okay?"

"Ah, okay." Du Zigui nodded, "The location of the scar on the wrist is very spiritual, allowing the audience to imagine for themselves."

imagine what?

Ji Xun once committed suicide after Feng Dingchi left. This behavior did not exceed the logic of the plot, but if it returns to reality, this scar really exists on Ji Anxun's wrist, and the reasons behind it will also make people endless imagine.

As if sensing that the atmosphere on the scene was getting weirder, Du Zigui coughed and said, "In the second half of the bed scene, the two of you should communicate first, and then come over after you have communicated."

The people in the living room evacuated, and Ji Anxun was trapped in silence, sweating from the tip of his nose.

Wen Yuezhou stood in front of him, turned around suddenly and walked out, Ji Anxun was startled, stepped forward and hugged him from behind, and said anxiously: "Don't ask brother, he doesn't know, don't let him know!"

He hugged him tightly, and confessed frankly without Wen Yuezhou asking, "I didn't want to commit suicide, I just... just... well, I thought about it, but I regretted it again, I was very scared, I called Brother Han, and he sent me to the hospital, and I begged him for a long time before he kept it secret for me."

Even after going through two lifetimes, Ji Anxun can still clearly recall the pain of the blade piercing through flesh and blood.At that time, he really fell into the trap of despair, but he couldn't bear it.

If he really died, he would never have the chance to see Wen Yuezhou again.

Wen Yuezhou was his chance to survive, he cared so much about Wen Yuezhou, but later when Wen Yuezhou came back to coax him, and wanted to reconcile with him, he still avoided and was still not kind.

He was always so awkward and capricious.

Wen Yuezhou was speechless, he looked down at Ji Anxun's wrist tightly wrapped around his waist, and cruelly forced himself to imagine the scene of blood dripping from it.Feeling dizzy before his eyes, Wen Yuezhou felt that Ji Anxun must have been made of a knife, no matter how he did it, his hands would be covered with blood.

"Brother." Ji Anxun said in a low voice, "It's not serious. If it is serious, won't it be impossible to save him?"

Wen Yuezhou said viciously: "Then give me a knife and let me experience this not serious pain, okay?"

"I don't want it!" Ji Anxun hit his head on his shoulder, hopping like a child, "Don't bully me, I know I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

"I just want to reciprocate." Wen Yuezhou was cruel, "Because I also want you to feel how much pain I have."

"I don't want it! Wen Yuezhou, you are crazy, don't cure me, I told you I knew I was wrong!" Ji Anxun cried in fright.

Wen Yuezhou reached for his wrists, held them stiffly, then tore them apart forcefully, turned around and looked at Ji Anxun, who couldn't open his eyes from crying, and said, "Are there any other wounds on your body?"

No no!

Ji Anxun cried so much that he couldn't speak, shook his head frantically, even shook off Wen Yuezhou's hand, pulled up the hem of his clothes and pulled them up—I'll show you the fuck!

"Don't be crazy." Wen Yuezhou pulled him into his arms violently, not letting him move, and said in a trembling voice, "Don't be crazy, be obedient."

Ji Anxun took the opportunity to hug him, buried his head in Wen Yuezhou's neck, wept wetly, and choked up after a while: "Brother, don't you cure me? Just let me this time, I really I can't take it...Brother, please."

"I can't cure you, damn I deserve to be cured by you when I was born." Wen Yuezhou rubbed his head, forcing him to tilt his head, and looked at him with red eyes, "Is there any other way? Take it to cure me?"

"No." Ji Anxun smiled beggingly, rubbed against him like a puppy, and whispered, "I'm reconciled with you, no more cold war."

Half an hour later, the on-site adjustment was completed.

In the first scene, Ji Xun was pushed down on the bed, and then Feng Dingchi bullied himself on top of him.

It was the first time to shoot such an intimate scene. Ji Anxun couldn't make any moves. Du Zigui had no choice but to play with him himself.Ten minutes later, Du Zigui wiped off his sweat and said, "Is your body covered with iron? No matter how hard you break it, you won't be able to soften it!"

Ji Anxun blushed, and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I want to be soft too, but I can't be soft." After saying that, he looked at Wen Yuezhou for help.

"It's useless to me, it's also my first time." Wen Yuezhou stood by the bed and reached out to open Du Zigui's hand, "Separate shots are easy to create a scene, and they can be shot directly together, and then edited later."

"It's just him, who is so stiff, and still filming the whole thing?" Du Zigui said blankly, "You won't perform a ten-minute wooden show for me, will you?"

Wen Yuezhou said: "I'll take him, let's try."

Du Zigui glanced at Ji Anxun who was pretending to be a quail, and said, "OK, let's try."

Wen Yuezhou pulled Ji Anxun up, straightened his messy hair, and said: "Follow my rhythm later, as long as you are in the prescribed situation."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to act well." Ji Anxun looked at him eagerly, "Maybe it will cause you to be scolded."

"How could it be?" Wen Yuezhou leaned down and looked him in the eyes, with a gentle tone, "Who in the crew doesn't know that we, Ah Xun, are rarely ng? The reason why you are so stiff is because you haven't fully entered the scene. Exclude everything you think, don't think it's a bed scene, remember the plot seriously."

Ji Anxun breathed out, he knew that he had a lot of distracting thoughts, not only the scar on his wrist with guilty conscience, but also indulging in the vivid colors and fragrances in his fantasy.He patted his face to wake himself up quickly, then closed his eyes and immersed himself in the plot, breathing calmly.

Upon seeing this, Wen Yuezhou signaled Du Zigui and various departments to prepare.

Three minutes later, Ji Anxun lightly hooked Wen Yuezhou's fingers and rubbed them: I'm ready.

The next second, he felt himself being hugged and thrown on the bed not very gently.

At the moment when he was bounced up and then fell, Ji Anxun took over Ji Xun's emotions and subconsciously turned over to run, but was pressed down by his tall body, and he fell into the soft bed, keeping his head tilted, and the man's forehead offset.

The curtains obscured the skylight, and he listened to each other's breathing in the dark, and before he could say a word, he was kissed.

"!" Ji Anxun didn't expect there to be a kissing scene, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.This kiss was full of anger and revenge, he felt his lips were pressed hard, numb and painful for a while.

Ji Anxun wanted to call for help, but he opened his mouth to gasp, but was blocked by Wen Yuezhou fiercely. His city gate was wide open, and the opponent took the opportunity to attack. His momentum was extremely ferocious, and he retreated steadily.

This posture of tilting his head is really uncomfortable. While bearing Wen Yuezhou's ferocious kiss, Ji Anxun maintained this position. After a while, he felt his neck sour. He half closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly with the rapid and restless breathing. His face was full of radiance due to poor breathing.

Wen Yuezhou looked at it and thought he really liked it.

He stretched out his hand to hold Ji Anxun's chin, causing their lips to separate, and that hand slid down Ji Anxun's slender and fair neck, rubbing his fingertips to his Adam's apple, pausing for a while, and pressing gently.

"Hmm..." Ji Anxun suddenly raised his head, and clenched his hands on the bed.

Wen Yuezhou rubbed against his face, and said in a low voice, "I really want to crush it." His fingertips continued to slide down slowly, and finally landed on the first button of the silk shirt, "Do you want me to untie it? "

Ji Anxun said hoarsely, "No."

"Okay." Wen Yuezhou looked at Ji Anxun's unbelievable eyes, and exerted force on his hand, "Then tear it apart."

The sound of the cloth being torn and Ji Anxun's exclamation sounded at the same time. After panicking, he struggled frantically, and was easily suppressed by Wen Yuezhou.

From Wen Yuezhou's perspective, he could just see that scene.

Ji Anxun has warm fair skin, but at this time, this warm white skin is reddened by force, like a cloud of clouds pulling out a bright scene, which makes people unable to move their eyes away, wanting to draw more gorgeous colors on it.

Wen Yuezhou turned him over, and his fingers stopped at the position of the first button. The button had been cracked, and the remaining threads of the fabric trembled with the master to express his panic.Wen Yuezhou was not kind, and touched the white satin without any gaps.

Ji Anxun froze into a piece of iron, apprehensive and terrified, the anger in his eyes was driven by panic and mixed with hidden expectations, stirring up a little bit of temptation.

Wen Yuezhou's hand continued to exercise power, it seemed to be deliberately slow, the speed was slow, and the strength was extremely gentle, causing tremors everywhere it passed, and when it reached the edge of the waist, it was firmly grasped by Ji Anxun's hand live--

Ji Anxun's fingertips turned white, and the tails of his eyes were red. When he stared at him, he seemed to hate him, but also seemed to depend on him.

"Don't," he said, begging at last, "help me."

Wen Yuezhou let him hold his hand and leaned over to kiss his chin.

Ji Anxun raised his head and offered sacrifices to him.

Wen Yuezhou didn't want Ji Anxun to be a sacrifice, he kissed Ji Anxun's neck, leaving bright marks on it, lingering all the way to Ji Anxun's disturbed heart, and engraved a kiss reverently and viciously.

"mine."

"Crap!" Du Zigui looked at the things in the camera with satisfaction, "He played well. Although An Xun is still very stiff in a few places, but it fits the situation, and it is considered crooked. You have to learn from Yuezhou. Look at him. Handy."

Ji Anxun nodded with a blushing face, and said, "Well, I must learn from Teacher Wen!"

Wen Yuezhou took off his coat and put it on Ji Anxun, pulled him up, and then put on the coat for him with his own hands, as skillfully as an old father.

The eyes of the staff present were ambiguous. Ji Anxun avoided everyone's sight and let Wen Yuezhou take care of him. After getting out of bed, he said, "What about the strawberries?"

Wen Yuezhou's eyes fell on the red mark on Ji Anxun's neck, and he felt better immediately, and said, "It will be gone in two days."

"That's right." Ji Anxun leaned closer to his ear, "I want to take a picture to commemorate it."

After all, he has lived two lifetimes, and this is the first time he has met a real strawberry!

Wen Yuezhou said, "What is there to commemorate?"

"You don't understand." Ji Anxun took out his phone, adjusted the angle, took several pictures in a row, and said happily, "How about I give you one, and you will understand."

Wen Yuezhou's eyes deepened, "Okay!"

Ji Anxun secretly scolded himself that his mouth was faster than his head, and said with a smile: "I'm just joking, please follow my mouth!"

"Isn't it responsible for speaking?" Wen Yuezhou narrowed his eyes, and suddenly reached out to grab his neck——

"Help!" Ji Anxun ran away, and within a few steps, Wen Yuezhou grabbed his neck and blocked him behind the door. He hurriedly begged for mercy, "I was wrong, I was wrong, give me a slap!" own face.

Wen Yuezhou stared at him with a dangerous tone, "Has it been a long time since you were treated, your skin itch?"

"It doesn't itch, it doesn't itch." Ji Anxun chuckled, stretching out his hand to show his heart, "Mr. Wen, Dad, brother!"

"..." Wen Yuezhou took a deep breath, held down his head and rubbed it until the curly hair on that head was blown up before stopping, and said viciously, "You son of a bitch!"

Ji Anxun smirked, "Hey."

"Ji Anxun." Wen Yuezhou stared at him expressionlessly, "Turn me to death."

The author has something to say: Today is bigger than a strawberry-flavored heart, bigger than the one on Xiao Ji’s neck~