On the bone

The communication with Ning Huiran before the shoot involved some techniques.

First, he gave guidance intimately, then said some heartfelt words to narrow the distance between each other, and finally beat him with harsh words, and the effect was really surprising.

Yu Li couldn't help giving himself another thumbs up.

Ning Huiran has a certain talent for acting, which Yu Li recognized, but what he didn't expect was that when this kind of mysterious thing was stimulated, the instant explosive power was so amazing.

On the camera, Xia Pei can both cry and laugh, and his layered expression brightens his eyes.

He loves it so much that it gets ruined by a chicken breaking a light bulb.

Fortunately, God left a gap of one or two seconds, which can be cut out later, but it would be even better if it could be retaken. Yu Li rubbed his chin with a slight stubble, and kept playing it back. After gesturing OK, he stood up and walked towards the sofa.

He pulled a chair and sat down with his back arched. He was very close to Ning Huiran who was lying on the sofa. Yu Li's tone was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing him: "Ning Huiran, there are some shots that need to be made up, especially It was your smile just now, can you do it again?"

A director, or a well-known director who has become very popular recently and has shown his sharpness, has always had a bad temper, but he talks so softly to an amateur who can't even be called a professional actor, which inevitably attracts a lot of attention.

Mu Mingyi leaned back and helped the person on his knees up, Ning Huiran smiled at him, turned to Yu Li and nodded, saying yes.

Oh, okay.

How other actors enter and play, Yu Li never cares about how he acts. No matter what kind of actor he is, Ning Huiran has become a model of double standards, and Yu Li pays close attention to him.

Perhaps because of his amateur background, a piece of paper in vain is more conspicuous than others, or because he has seen the explosion of acting skills all the way from the fart, and there is more or less his input in this, whether it is stern preaching, encouraging Praise, or personally demonstrate the professor, Yu Li has done a good job, which made him involuntarily pay attention to Ning Huiran's growth.

It's good to be able to maintain this state of not playing.

Yu Li reached out and patted Ning Huiran's thigh, expressing affirmation.

Turning his head, he asked Mu Mingyi to get ready too, saying that he would cut a few close-ups later. Ning Huiran's acting was good just now, and he could further refine it.

After finishing speaking, with a half-smile, his gaze remained on Mu Mingyi's face.

Mu Mingyi stood up, pinched Ning Huiran's earlobe casually, and said that he went over there to look for Ye Fei, and his water was in her place, barley water, to get rid of the swelling.

Receiving Ning Huiran's sweet smile, Mu Mingyi gestured to Yu Li with his eyes, and the two walked away one after the other.

Yu Li had something to say, he didn't want to be in front of Ning Huiran, Mu Mingyi could tell that after walking a certain distance, he asked Yu Li what was the matter.

The other party raised his chest leisurely, and his tone was not very serious: "Is Mr. Mu feeling sleepy? Kamijou, you are not as good as that kid, and you are a bit out of standard."

Mu Mingyi remained calm.

Leaning over, Yu Li lowered his voice: "That piece of Ning Huiran didn't play, but you did."

A lens is a mysterious thing.

For laymen who don’t understand, it’s just a thing, you can take pictures as you like, but for a photographer who sees the world through it all day long and eats this bowl of rice, it’s different. It was captured, not to mention that there was a professional director who was good at making delicate emotional films sitting in front of the monitoring screen.

Seeing Ning Huiran's extremely vivid expression, he should have reacted in astonishment, but other than that, a look of astonishment was revealed quietly, very short, but real.

A little distracted, a little mistake, but he still caught him out, Yu Li admired his vision too much.

Couldn't help being proud, he slammed Mu Mingyi with his shoulder, and Yu Li smirked: "It's been a long time since you've been out of a show, right? Teacher Mu."

He was indifferent, not even shaking his body.

"Cut~~~" Childishly pulling out a long tune, Yu Li said that he was really boring.

Seeing that Mu Mingyi still looked like this, Yu Li turned around resentfully, and went to the lighting engineer without looking back.

After the person left, Mu Mingyi lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly. In the drifting white smoke was his gaze on the other side of the sofa, which fell heavily on Ning Huiran.

……

"Give me back my panties." Xia Pei was in a hurry, his red face didn't make the anger appear domineering, but added a lot of cuteness.

Cheng Xinhai raised his eyebrows, turned his fingers nimbly, and the underwear flew out.

This was the last covering on Xia Pei's body, and it was thrown by this man next to the fireplace, almost falling into it and burning it up.

I didn't expect Cheng Xinhai to be so domineering at all. It doesn't mean that he regretted that he didn't want to be naked anymore. He had to get used to it. Forcibly taking off his underwear and throwing them so far away, he had to run naked if he wanted to get them back. Xia Pei angrily lay down on the sofa, like a hen sitting on a nest, pressing down hard and rubbing twice, not even a crack was left.

"I'm painting a nude painting." Cheng Xinhai reminded him, put the manuscript paper on the folder, and ordered Xia Pei: "Get up."

"No."

"Can't get up?" Cheng Xinhai pretended to go over.

"Ahhhhh...don't come here!!" Xia Pei screamed, and slapped the sofa cushions with his palms, but his chest seemed to be glued and stuck to it.

"Okay, then let's draw like this." Cheng Xinhai changed his mind, asked Xia Pei to lift half of his body, support it with his arms, and put him on the sofa in a half-prone position, lift his two calves upwards, shake or shake at will You can cross each other, move your toes, whatever is comfortable, the more natural the better.

"Have you seen Lolita?" Cheng Xinhai asked, bowing his head and making a rough line.

Xia Pei rolled his eyes: "I've seen it, it's quite classic, the heroine is a little girl, with a middle-aged..."

"Yes, that's the one. There is a classic scene in the movie, which is similar to your pose."

One hot afternoon, the sun was shining freely, and the little girl who was still developing was lying on the lawn reading a book, and the water was sprayed all over the sky from the nearby irrigation equipment, which wet her face and hair, and even wiped her white dress. It sticks to the skin, an extreme, depraved, breathless sexy.

"There's no water."

Xia Pei blurted out that in his impression, what moved him the most in that scene was the upturned butt, the wet clothes, and just the right amount of water.

A single sentence with a simple mind has unintended consequences.

Putting down the album, Cheng Xinhai disappeared from sight for a while, because Xia Pei's vision was limited because he was half up on his stomach, and when the water poured on his back, he was caught off guard by the coldness that made him shiver all over.

Cheng Xinhai stood behind the sofa, holding the bottle of mineral water in the air, before Xia Pei could speak, poured some more, Xia Pei yelled, and Yi Xinhai turned to the side of the sofa and knelt down in front of him.

As if cooking something delicious, I poured some water and wiped it with my hands a few times. The hands were soft, and the slippery and moist touch slid down from the high shoulders to the tailbone along the arc of the back, climbed over two hills, and went to the ankles. Going forward, even the toes are getting wet...

Xia Pei was itching to death, and his body kept twisting, but he didn't dare to move too much for fear of revealing, so he could only laugh loudly, begging Xinhai not to mess with it, he got up, let him paint obediently, why not? The sofas were all wet.

The smile subsided a little bit. He saw the temperature in the man's eyes rising, his breathing became heavy, and his hands were still wet. When he grabbed his hair, he rubbed a lot of water. It was not enough, so he poured the last water from the bottom of the bottle on Xia Pei. on the head.

Just like the scene in Lolita, just the right amount of water has just tied the hair into strands, and the cheeks are covered with a thin layer of water, but the tip of the nose and lips are much wet, making people want to suck, lick, and taste it. the taste of……

"I can't draw you like this."

Before the words finished, Xia Pei was dragged up from the sofa, only felt a tightness on his buttocks, and hugged him with both hands.

At least this way you can't see the privacy, Xia Pei blushed and wrapped his limbs around Cheng Xinhai's body, he had seen this kind of hug, face to face close together, intimate and sexy.

Tightening his arms, he buried his head deep in the back of Cheng Xinhai's neck, hiding his burning face. Suddenly, Xia Pei felt his neck being scalded, it was Cheng Xinhai's mouth.

The voice is not only hoarse, but also can hear the smell of high fever: "Let's go to bed."

A low, shallow "hmm".

In the camera, the dark mahogany stairs, the dazzling naked back and the smooth white limbs of the man, swayed up and down with the movement of walking the stairs until they could no longer be seen.