After I dressed as a fake young master from a wealthy family, I became popular [entertainment circle

Lu Haochu, Chu Ye

For the remaining two days, as Gu Xun said, he really let Hang Xiutu and Hang Yang play freely, and shot a lot of "High-quality Human Love Records". To the extent of fainting, all the present Shuanghangpi were happy and crazy, rushing to the set every day to go to work, each one was more active than the other, and they were truly practitioners of the slogan of "happy work".

What's even more amazing is that the director himself is getting more and more top-notch, Gu Xun stares at the monitor with a weird smile every day, and takes a picture or two from time to time to share the happiness with Teacher Ling.

On an ordinary weekday, Lu Haochu pestered Chu Ye to go to the Louvre again.

In 1999, the French film "The Phantom of the Louvre" was filmed in the Louvre. The Louvre's ban on filming was broken. After that, the well-known masterpiece "The Da Vinci Code" also won the Louvre. The filming qualification of the palace, but it has to be said that for most film and television works, this is still an art sanctuary that is elusive.

For a scene that lasts no more than 3 minutes in the movie, Director Gu spent a lot of effort to smash down the "passport", almost overdrawing his own contacts and international influence before finally obtaining the "restricted" shooting permission, namely: Only actors, directors, and a cameraman are allowed in, and shooting time is limited to one day.

Such an atypical shooting environment and shooting conditions naturally put the greatest pressure on the actors-it must be natural, accurate and in place.

But as soon as he entered the Louvre, Hang Yang was instantly shocked by the majestic sense of art.

There are 37 pieces of art treasures from all over the world hidden here. Even though most of them will not be exhibited, what these works bring and precipitate will make people feel moved for a long time.

"The structure of the Louvre itself is a work of art," Hang Xiutu's voice sounded from the side. "Hundreds of exhibition halls, such as the vaulted gallery here, have reliefs on the walls and top...Why are you laughing at me?"

Only then did Hang Yang close his eyes, pull up the scarf, and walked forward with a smile, followed by Hang Xiutu.

He is not a painter, but as an actor, he is also a profession of conveying beauty and emotion through pictures, body and language. It is also a kind of art, and there are naturally mysterious commonalities between them.

Hang Yang closed his eyes slightly, quietly feeling the majestic and enduring vitality conveyed by the art treasures around him.

Chu Ye stopped in front of a painting.

Lu Haochu looked at the painting and heaved a sigh of relief cautiously. He looked like a high school examinee who had won the original question. He cleared his throat and started with a bit of visibly high spirits: "Monet's "Sunrise Impression" is a sketch. The name comes from a conservative quibble that it is 'a denial of beauty and truth that only gives one impression', so..."

The little painter turned his head, the smile in his eyes increased a bit.

Lu Haochu coughed to cover up: "My phone is in my pocket, and I haven't taken it out."

Chu Ye nodded, with some encouragement in his voice: "Continue."

"Uh," the cadence in Lu Haochu's voice became weaker and weaker, probably recalling his lines, "it's an impressionist painting of seascapes and sketches."

The little painter swept away his usual indifference, and gave a lot of face: "Yeah."

"The brush strokes are very casual, showing, showing... the sea covered with fog..."

Chu Ye's eyes looked like a primary school head teacher watching his little class leader who was trying hard to memorize the text, and he was a little indescribably kind: "That's right."

Lu Haochu: "..."

Chu Ye waited for a few seconds, his eyebrows slightly arched: "Is that all you have memorized?"

I have to praise Hang Xiutu's acting skills, those beautiful sharp eyes are just right for acting wronged - he just looked at Hang Yang with his eyes half down, and the light in the exhibition hall shone on his eyelashes, making a row of beautiful lines below Silhouette, the expression is very similar to "study hard but not praised by the teacher".

Hang Yang suddenly unlocked the "Hang Xiutu I've never seen before", and his heart softened instantly, wishing he could hug the big dog with its tail drooping in front of him into his arms, and then purr hard.

He turned his face away in time and focused his eyes on the work: "There are too many analysis and interpretations of this masterpiece. People praise it for its control of light, shadow and color, respect his courage to break conservative thinking, and say that he uses pictures like this. This kind of momentary stillness serves as a carrier to record the ever-changing moment of sunrise or in other words, grotesque..."

The little painter raised his head, his attitude was finally no longer indifferent, standing here, like a fish in the water, it looked agile and fresh, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off: "But the reason why I like it is very simple."

Lu Haochu stared at him intently, as if afraid of missing a glance: "What is it?"

"Because it looks good." Chu Ye raised his head, talking nonsense with confidence.

Lu Haochu almost laughed out loud, but he forced himself to be serious after a few seconds: "What is this?"

"Originally." Chu Ye continued to walk forward, even tiptoeing with every step, with a sense of lightness and jumping, anyone could see how happy he was.

He added in a low voice, not only explaining to Hang Xiutu, but also talking to himself: "I didn't learn to draw after reading long essays. At first, I just saw a painting when I was a child. At that time, I only had one thought in my mind: It was so beautiful. Then naturally, I picked up the pen."

"That painting is called Memories of Montefontaine, and the original is also preserved in the Louvre."

Lu Haochu was taken aback, then raised his head: "Where is it?"

"It's not on display," Chu Ye continued to walk forward, "It's not considered a masterpiece with many fans. I saw it purely by chance. At that time, I just thought..."

Chu Ye smiled lightly, his smile was extremely beautiful, his magnificent face and his elegant demeanor complemented each other—it would not appear abrupt to be included in the exhibition hall on the spot.

"I just feel very excited."

"I just feel very moved." Lu Haochu stared at Hang Yang's face and muttered and repeated.

It wasn't until Chu Ye glanced over that he seemed to have just regained his sanity, but his voice was still a little unnatural: "So, it was love at first sight?"

There was still a smile in Chu Ye's eyebrows, and he just poked Lu Haochu's chest: "You dare to abuse any word."

"How can it be called abuse?" Lu Haochu laughed, "I have experienced it myself, and I will use it seriously."

Chu Ye was taken aback, quickly withdrew his hand, turned around and walked forward, pulled the scarf up, and only a pair of eyes were exposed on the whole face: "Let's go."

Ambiguity, tension...the lingering love ferments between the two protagonists.

They walked together on the banks of the Seine, walked through a park that was blooming with spring, and passed a same-sex couple kissing passionately. The curly hair of black and white is entangled and blended, and the smile is bright and wanton.

"Why do you always draw landscapes?" Lu Haochu suddenly asked.

Chu Ye looked at the two girls in a daze. It took him a few seconds to react, and he lowered his head and said vaguely, "Because I like it."

The distance between them is not close, not far - the material of the rotator sleeves will rub gently, and the hanging hands will occasionally touch each other.

Lu Haochu's knuckles just touched the back of Chu Ye's hand, and the little painter's slender hand trembled slightly, subconsciously retracting it in his direction: "Because I dare not use characters to convey emotions; I, I don't quite understand yet. ..."

"For example?" Lu Haochu looked at him with a smile, as enthusiastic as a sun.

"For example, for example..." Chu Ye was still a little confused.

"Like love?"

"..."

After a long silence, Lu Haochu suddenly reached out and took Chu Ye's hand silently. When the hands that created countless surprises were tightly held in the palms, they were still unbelievably beautiful.

Chu Ye's hands trembled subconsciously, as if he was joking, but naturally he couldn't break free.

The wind blew through the sleeves and hem of their clothes, smiling and witnessing this aboveboard "secret".

Lu Haochu smiled and lifted Chu Ye's hand up, getting closer to his lover who was one head shorter than him, and leaned down and whispered in his ear: "I'm holding your hand."

The tips of Chu Ye's ears were slightly red, and he buried his face in the scarf, trying to escape the unkind breath of the people behind him.

But the man's voice continued, like a glass of wine that had been brewed for no less than a hundred years, bewitching his shaky sanity: "Do you allow it?"

Chu Ye lowered his head a little, his exposed eyes were stained with indescribable panic, he bit his lower lip, but refused to speak.

The wicked man continued to "press questions", his voice rang in Chu Ye's ear, one after another, leaving little room for thinking:

"A gentleman can't do things reluctantly. If you don't answer again, I will..."

"Shut up," Chu Ye's voice sounded like he was gnashing his teeth from under the scarf. The tips of his ears were so red that they were bleeding, "That's it, walk well."

Lu Haochu raised Chu Ye's hand, and placed a gentle, light but lingering kiss on his fingertips. He raised his head, smiling with handsome eyes, "I obey."

Accompanied by the strange sound of "hissing" behind him, Gu Xun yelled "Ka!"

Hang Yang looked at Chen Xu and greeted him with a smile holding his favorite milk. Hang Xiutu let go of his hand at some point, and the surrounding staff rushed in. The little love that had just been fermented in the silence seemed to disappear in an instant. Back to the hoopla, nothing seems to have happened were it not for the faithfully recorded cameras.

He held the thermos cup and looked at Hang Xiutu's back surrounded by people, as if he hadn't realized it. No matter what Chen Xu asked, his reaction was always a bit slower.

Whether the shooting time in Paris is fast or slow, half a month has passed now.

Day after day of shooting, Hang Yang became more and more nostalgic for the few hours in the camera every day. He didn’t have to suppress his love, and he could enjoy the love of another person openly. "The name is growing wildly in the lively corners where people come and go.

I am done

——Hang Yang thought sweetly and desperately.

Not far away, Hang Xiutu, who was no longer "Lu Haochu", turned around, regained his usual calmness and elegance, and waved to himself: "Xiao Yang, come, let's go home."

Hang Yang suddenly felt that this was the moment that tested his acting skills the most in his life. He smiled brightly and raised his arms vigorously: "Right now!"

The author has something to say:

I'm writing a report these two days, so it's a bit short