Soft fragrance in my arms [entertainment circle]

Ye Sixu never wanted to wake up in this life.

I want to drown in this space where there are only myself and Qin Yueming.

So warm, so soft, so light...

People are dizzy all the time.

When he woke up with trembling eyelashes, the room was extremely dark, and his fingers were groping, Qin Yueming's cheeks, bridge of nose, and even put his fingers under his nose to feel his breathing.

"Little fool."

Qin Yueming closed his eyes and smiled slightly, with a deep tone.

Like a gust of wind from the valley, with the smell of pines and cypresses, it enveloped Ye Sixu in the face.

Ye Sixu seemed to be lying in the sparkling lake water, feeling lazy with warmth all over his body.

He squinted his eyes, curled up the corners of his mouth, happy and proud, inexplicably.

"Sing to me, please?"

The voice is also lazy.

Qin Yueming snorted softly. Hearing him say this for the first time, he subconsciously asked, "What?"

Ye Sixu broke free from his arms, propped herself up, buried her head in the socket of his shoulder, pressed her lips to his ear, and smiled before saying anything.

The rustling laughter was extremely childish, pure and innocent, childish and sexy.He hummed softly, "You're just too good to be true, 'take my eyes off you."

On a certain moonlit night, Qin Yueming inadvertently played the music on the car radio that rang.

Qin Yueming also remembered the events of that day in his mind, smiled lightly, picked up his tune, held his face, kissed him with his eyes closed, and slowly sang: "I love you baby, and fit's quite all right, Ineed you baby to warm thelonely night, I love you baby. "

The two hummed together, and Ye Sixu lay in his arms and made troubles: "I want to smoke, I want to drink, I want to get tattoos, and I want to do a lot of bad things..." His soft fingers grabbed Qin Yueming's ears, "I want to do a lot of bad things with you."

Qin Yueming didn't make a sound, and raised his hand to pat his bare ass, which was crisp and loud, with a snap.He raised his head and smiled deeply: "No, neither."

But it was not allowed, so I wanted to do it.

Who doesn't have a rebellious child living in his heart?

Ye Sixu frowned, bit him, picked up a piece of soft meat and gnawed at him, like a little snail who had been starving for days.

"Then wait until I'm 35, middle-aged and rebellious."

"Haha." Qin Yueming laughed.

This is the title of a script he left in his study, "The Middle-Aged Rebel".

It is about a man who follows the rules. After marrying and having children according to the secular routine, at the age of 35, the old hand plays rebellion.

He told her in bed with his wife that he would be irresponsible to leave the house.

The whole world thought he was cheating, that he was cheating on same-sex marriages, and that he was schizophrenic.

Only he knows, he doesn't want to work, who wants to work?I also don't want my wife to control the amount of paper I use every day. Who would like my wife to check the wastebasket after I finish my day?

He wants to run away from home, wants to do everything he has never done before, wants to play the guitar and sing the national anthem on the streets of Italy, wants to go to Reykjavik and kiss the swan...

The wife who didn't understand him at first ended up being the first to support him because she said - I'm sick of that little brat that came out of my asshole!If he wasn't born by me, I really want to kill him!

So the middle-aged couple dropped everything and went to Cuba together.

Watching old men on the street make cigarettes every day can be a day of silly watching.

There is no color in the script, and there is no detailed clothing description, but when Ye Sixu reads this script, the sky is a blue acrylic painting in his mind, the clouds are white cotton candy, and the male protagonist must wear a bright yellow sweater with thick dark green corduroy Flare pants, while the heroine perms a rock-punk era explosive curls and wears purple sequined eyeshadow.

On the streets of Honduras, the two were holding a retro suitcase from World War II. They met a thief who knew the goods. The suitcase was stolen. The two held hands and ran after the thief, swearing in loud Chinese and asking for help in broken English...

He told Qin Yueming about these boundless imaginations.

The more Qin Yueming listened, the more he liked it: "Then add it in."

Ye Sixu looked at him suspiciously, still smiling with his eyes closed, he took the opportunity to ask, "Then what if I want a tattoo?"

"No." Qin Yueming vetoed it.

When Ye Sixu fell down, the not-so-advanced spring bed shook the two of them, and there seemed to be some snapping sound.

Maybe it's a certain spring, maybe it's a certain string.

Qin Yueming dragged him back and tortured him severely again.

After finishing the work, he took out a cigarette: "Tattoos are not allowed, but smoking is fine."

Ye Sixu stared in a daze, his waist limp in his arms: "Where did you come from?"

Qin Yueming glanced at the other bed: "Your assistant's."

After he lit it, Ye Sixu stretched out his hand to pick it up, sliding his thin fingers up his forearm.

The nerve endings were stimulated like freshly lit tobacco, burning red stars.

Qin Yueming took a deep breath, broke his chin, and sucked the white smoke in.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Ye Sixu choked and kicked him.

It was rare for Qin Yueming to laugh wildly. He kissed and yelled at him: "This cigarette doesn't taste good. I'll pick a good one for you to try when I go back."

Ye Sixu just watched him smoke the "bad taste" cigarettes one after another, and hated him so much that he saw the small box under the pillow in the blink of an eye, and asked after a long time, "What?"

Qin Yueming put out the cigarette in hand, pressed his right hand with his right hand, and opened the velvet box together. "birthday present."

Ye Sixu looked at it for a moment, and jumped up in surprise as soon as he opened it.

It's an old pocket watch.

When playing He Zhiheng, Ye Sixu liked the accessories hanging on his chest very much, and he just stared at them on the set when he had nothing to do.

This piece is very close to that one, but seems more dignified.

Qin Yueming saw that this little thing had accepted the gift, and he was no longer ready to care about himself, the person who gave the gift, so he lowered his head and began to think about it.

He didn't bother him either, and Gu Zi lit another cigarette.

Amidst the smoke and clouds, Ye Sixu raised his head and asked him: "Why is there a name behind it, Qin..." He looked carefully, "What? Is this yours?"

"It was left by the old master before." Qin Yueming also sat up, with a cigarette butt in the corner of his mouth, and took his finger to press a small button.

One press, there is a sound, ticking, delicate and cute, with its own charming flavor of hand-made machinery.

Ye Sixu touched the English characters on the edge of the pocket watch: "Is this some kind of antique?"

"Well, it's more than 100 years old. Do you like it?" Qin Yueming pinched his tender cheeks.

Ye Sixu hid it carefully, raised his eyebrows, and said happily: "It's mine!" It seemed that it wasn't enough, so he jumped up and said, "This is mine!"

Qin Yueming hugged him and scratched: "Do you like it? Huh?!"

"Hahahahaha—" Ye Sixu laughed so hard that his facial features were out of shape, bright and delicate.

The two quarreled until after nine o'clock, Qin Yueming carried him to wash up, Ye Sixu lay on his back as soon as he came out of the bathroom, and carried him wherever he went.

Qin Yueming simply cleaned up.

Seeing him open a suitcase, Ye Sixu stuffed the blanket on the bed, Sister Zhang's handicraft, and asked him, "Where are you going?"

"Go to Daofeng and live in the desert at night." Qin Yueming turned to kiss him, and whispered in his ear, "I want you."

When Ye Sixu thought about that scene, his whole body ran into a fever.

When the two of them went out wearing hats back and forth, they didn't meet the rest of the crew.

Only then did Ye Sixu know that Qin Yueming did not come alone, there was also an assistant Liu Xueshu, as well as a driver and a tour guide.

Drive two Land Cruisers.

Today, Qin Yueming doted on Ye Sixu so much that he couldn't even see him. He carried him into the car, and he had to kiss and hug him for 10 minutes to close the car door.

Liu Xueshu and fellow Taoists were in another car. Seeing this scene, the local tour guide asked in substandard Mandarin, "Do they still want to go?"

Liu Xueshu shrugged, took out a cigarette, and handed it to the tour guide: "Smoking, smoking."

Qin Yueming closed the car door, walked to Liu Xueshu, and walked away with his cigarette.

Liu Xueshu shouted from behind: "Director Qin, you don't bring cigarettes yourself, now you smoke mine? What should I do?!"

Qin Yue raised his hand without looking back, and gave Liu Xueshu a handsome back view.

Back in the car, he threw the cigarette butt to Ye Sixu: "This is okay."

Ye Sixu jumped up and kissed him happily: "You spoiled me."

"Hehe." Qin Yueming sneered.

The cars of the tour guides and drivers are in the front and their cars are in the back.

Both of them had sunglasses on their faces, Ye Sixu fiddled with the bluetooth in the car, found a song he liked to listen to, and followed it slowly.

The weather is so good, the sky is as blue as a sapphire, transparent and flawless.

When driving into the desert, you have to pay the money first. After the tour guide has done everything, he comes over and lays down on the car window to explain the details to them.

After all, it is going into the desert, if something happens to the car, it will be very troublesome.

There is no one inhabited in the hundreds of miles of desert, and at most we wait for camels to pull the carts.

After the tour guide left and the car started, Ye Sixu asked Qin Yueming lazily, "Have you ever traveled in the desert before?"

It's such a big car, it's pretty stable.

Qin Yueming turned his head: "No."

Very serious tone.

"Ah? Then what should I do?" The last time Ye Sixu drove the desert section of the film crew, it was very torturous. The ups and downs of the desert look smooth, but in fact it is easy to overturn the car if one is not careful.

In other words, overturning is the norm in desert driving.

Qin Yueming rubbed his head: "I'm lying to you. I drove it many times when I was in Xinjiang. Sit down, don't move around, and tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

"Oh." Ye Sixu slumped in the chair, humming.

The continuous sand lines are really charming. Ye Sixu took out the camera that Qin Yueming had prepared and started to shoot randomly. In the car, the focus was not accurate, so just casually shoot, every angle is breathtakingly beautiful.

The yellow desert and the blue sky seem to be natural,

There was a red flag on the tour guide car in front, Ye Sixu jumped on the platform to capture the details.

Qin Yueming slowed down and followed him.

At this moment, Liu Xueshu's voice came from the intercom: "Director Qin, are you riding a camel? There is a spot in front, you can play for a while."

Ye Sixu had sat down before, but since he came in, he wanted to play again, so he nodded.

"Well, go." Qin Yueming said to Liu Xueshu, "You arrange it."

When it was time, Ye Sixu wanted to get out of the car, but was carried down by Qin Yueming again.

"Why? You're so weird today? I'm outside, I'll go by myself." Ye Sixu lay on his back and pulled his hair.

Qin Yueming didn't say anything, he was going back tomorrow night, and he couldn't bear to let go of the little rabbit. "Move your back."

People in the game business saw them as fun, but Liu Xueshu didn't even notice, thinking that Qin Yueming was too tired and crooked now.

Ye Sixu got on the camel, and waved to Qin Yueming who was in the distance. Seeing him pick up the camera, he made faces at him and smiled strangely.

The camels walked one after the other, Ye Sixu felt that it was not good, and always wanted to look back for him.

Qin Yueming didn't seem to be looking at himself, but was admiring the long yellow sand.

When he was going to climb the desert blade, Ye Sixu stepped on the sand with bare feet and asked Qin Yueming who was leading the way: "What were you thinking just now when you were riding a camel?"

"I didn't think so." Qin Yueming noticed the flowing beauty of his white feet sinking into the hot sand.

Ye Sixu didn't believe it.

In his cognition, Qin Yueming should have many stories and ideas, but he might not speak easily.

But he didn't want to delve into it.

After a long time, when the two of them climbed up the blade one after the other and opened their arms against the strong wind, Qin Yueming wrapped him in his arms and kissed his forehead: "I'm thinking of you."

Ye Sixu looked up at his face, smiled brightly, and wanted to step on his feet, but the sand took him down. He glanced at the sand peak not far below, and pushed Qin Yueming down. "Let's slide down!"

Qin Yueming hugged him, and the two of them slipped and rolled down the sandy peak that they had finally climbed up.

The yellow sand penetrated into the clothes all-pervasively, and the rubbing was very uncomfortable, but Ye Sixu forgot all about it, and only remembered being in Qin Yueming's arms, being held tightly by him, bright yellow and sapphire blue in his sight, And Qin Yueming's broad chest and powerful arms.

Ye Sixu yelled paralyzed on the sand, "Qin Yueming—"

The sound of the wind was stagnant, too thick to dissolve.

There was no echo, and the shout was carried away by the wind, and it was unknown where it was blowing.

Looking back at Qin Yueming, I saw that he was always with me as steadily as a mountain.

Ye Sixu thought, if only time could stand still at this moment.

He doesn't have to think about anything, he just needs to hold Qin Yueming tightly, or be held tightly by Qin Yueming.

Ye Sixu has both love and being loved.