After filming Pei Tingsong, everyone gathered in front of the monitor to watch the original film. Everyone was full of praise. When there were more people, Fang Juexia subconsciously wanted to step back to give everyone some space.
However, he accidentally fell into someone's arms.
Fang Juexia subconsciously bowed his head and apologized, but that person put his arm around his shoulder instead.
"Is it good, Juexia Ge?"
Pei Tingsong had just washed his hands and there was still water on them, so he just put his wrist on Fang Juexia's shoulder, his hands hanging in the air. Fang Juexia didn't even need to raise his head. He knew that there was a camera beside them just by hearing the three words "Juexia Ge".
"Yes." He had no choice but to play along and be a little more respectful.
Pei Tingsong pressed on. "Which one is the best?"
Fang Juexia's mind flashed with images, but he still chose to give a safe answer. "They're all very good."
Cheng Qiang was more satisfied than Pei Tingsong himself. He couldn't stop smiling. He turned around and thought of something. "By the way, Juexia, did you put on a heating pad? It'll be very cold when we go outdoors later."
Fang Juexia nodded. "Yes."
"Put more on."
Pei Tingsong was playful. "How many did you put on? Where did you put them? "He looked down at Fang Juexia's sweater, trying to find some clues. Fang Juexia wouldn't resist with the camera around. His hand slid down from his shoulder to his shoulder blade, and then down again.
"Found it." Pei Tingsong's eyes curved into a smile as he ruffled his shoulders. "Two."
Fang Juexia wanted to resist, but Pei Tingsong acted like a cute little brother. He didn't have any malicious intentions. He couldn't interrupt his business in front of the camera.
"Only two?" Cheng Qiang started to worry again. "One is not enough. You have to put more."
Pei Tingsong's hand continued to slide down. "There must be more." His motive was simple and childish. He wanted to challenge the threshold of people like Fang Juexia and break the boundary. The shell on Fang Juexia's body was too thick. His entire person seemed to be fake.
"There is more." Fang Juexia quietly got out of his arms. "I put four tablets and a hand warmer on it." He shrunk his face into his down collar and looked at Cheng Qiang, trying to change the topic. "Can we go now?"
"I'll go ask."
Fang Juexia left with Cheng Qiang. Pei Tingsong found it amusing to see how much he wanted to avoid him.
After the solo shoot, the crew members began to leave. Initially, Pei Tingsong felt that it was a pity for the flowers, but he did not expect the props team to take them away. It was probably for the double shoot. When they passed by, Pei Tingsong asked casually.
"What's the name of this white flower?" He pointed at the flower he had used for the photo.
The props assistant replied, "This one. It's called Bellflower."
Bellflower … Pei Tingsong nodded and took out his phone to search for it.
The name was quite nice.
A picture of the flower appeared on the screen of his phone. At a glance, the pure white flowers were the most beautiful. At the bottom of the picture was a list of its other names, as well as various meanings added by those people.
The cameraman followed him. Pei Tingsong put away his phone and tilted his head at the camera. Then, he turned the small surveillance screen to face himself and tidied his hair.
"Am I handsome?"
The cameraman shook the lens up and down.
The magazine's staff were almost ready. Cheng Qiang took the things and said, "Okay, we'll follow them and drive over." Cheng Qiang asked, "Is Xiao Pei going?"
Pei Tingsong had already put on a thick jacket and was playing a game of logic with the cameraman. The cameraman kept shaking the lens. When he heard him, Pei Tingsong turned his face.
He wanted to sleep and was about to say no when Fang Juexia replied on his behalf, "He doesn't have to go."
"That's true. It's cold outside. Xiao Pei, you can go to the two-person set and wait for me …"
Pei Tingsong put his hands in his pockets and said, "I want to go." He purposely grinned. "Brother was beside me when I took the photo. Now that Brother is taking the photo, of course I have to go. Otherwise, it'll be too embarrassing. "
That's not necessary. Fang Juexia had a headache and could only complain in his heart.
The snow scene they had chosen was a forest of spruce fir trees. After a night of snow, it really lived up to its name. Although Pei Tingsong said it beautifully, he sat next to Fang Juexia and took a nap as soon as he got into the car.
"It's a pity that these photos are used for the inside pages." Andy's tone was exaggerated, but his words were not exaggerated at all. Lin Mo, who had always been sharp-tongued, also said, "Their performance is not bad. Usually, a troublemaker is a good seedling to be a model."
Cheng Qiang smiled. Fang Juexia looked out of the window silently. He felt that the guy next to him was falling forward like a fish.
The wound at the corner of his eye had not healed. If this went on, there would be another scar on his forehead. If it were in the past, Fang Juexia would definitely not care. But if it were in the past, Pei Tingsong would not sit next to him.
Just as Pei Tingsong was falling forward again, Fang Juexia's hand covered his forehead and supported him until the back of his head leaned against the back of the seat. After completing this difficult task, Fang Juexia heaved a sigh of relief. He glanced at Pei Tingsong's hand and saw that it was red from the cold.
"Hurry up and set up the lighting props. Hurry!"
"We're about to start shooting!"
Fang Juexia followed the instructions and walked step by step into the depths of the spruce fir forest. Lin Mo took a picture behind him and then checked the original. The composition was six hundred of the sky and the snow. Under the towering black spruce fir trees was Fang Juexia's back, wearing a black sweater.
His temperament was indeed very cold, almost blending into the snow.
The shooting assistant sprinkled some snow on Fang Juexia's hair, which matched his white eyelashes. The tip of his nose was red from the cold, and even the birthmark at the corner of his eye showed a redder color. His face was more suitable for a close-up.
Lin Mo had him lie down in the snow. The camera was very low and captured his side profile when he was lying flat. The curve from his forehead to the bridge of his nose and then to the peak of his lips was like a continuous snowy mountain. At the foot of the snowy mountain, there was still a touch of crimson, like a scar left behind by the departure of spring. In his mind, he already had a double exposure composition. This kind of curve was reflected in the cold spruce fir forest.
He was right. Fang Juexia was too suitable for winter.
Pei Tingsong fell asleep. His head tilted to the right and missed, and he suddenly woke up. When he opened his eyes, there was no one in the car. He vaguely felt that something was wrong. When he lowered his head, there was a small ball-shaped hand warmer in his hand. It was very warm.
He opened the car door and got out. The cold wind poured into his neck, instantly waking him up. Stepping on the snow, he walked step by step towards the main group. Pei Tingsong saw Fang Juexia from afar. He stood in the snow forest, not like a human, but like a deer lost in the snow.
A person's temperament could really be so clean.
The temperature outside was not as good as inside. Fang Juexia had to stop for a while to warm up during the shoot. The assistant handed him hot tea and a down jacket so that he could recover his temperature as quickly as possible. Lin Mo saw Pei Tingsong walking over and said to him with satisfaction, "You're quite talented."
Pei Tingsong smiled and asked, "What are you talking about?" He instinctively knew that Lin Mo was not referring to his performance during the shoot.
"Aesthetics." Lin Mo paused. "Perception and creativity." After saying that, he handed the camera to Pei Tingsong. He lit a cigarette and put it to his mouth. He said vaguely, "He's indeed very suitable for winter."
"And it's a non-aggressive winter." Pei Tingsong looked at Fang Juexia's eyes in the original film. They were straight and tough, with some moist softness.
"From what your sister said, I thought you were a noisy hip-hop fanatic. I didn't expect you to be like this. "
"You're the one who's biased against hip hop." Pei Tingsong didn't hold back. "Its spiritual core is deep and free."
Lin Mo nodded and didn't hide his attitude. "Don't you think it's a pity that you're an idol?"
When he asked this question, Pei Tingsong's first reaction wasn't pity. Instead, he remembered the argument he had with Fang Juexia.
[There's no high or low in things like dreams. There's only those that can be realized and those that can't.]
He let out a long sigh of relief. White smoke rose in spirals. He wanted to say it was a pity, but he should say it was a pity.
His gaze drifted into the distance. He saw Fang Juexia ten meters away, wearing a thick down jacket. The crew was preparing the next round of shooting and setting near him. His feet stepped on the snow. After a few steps, it seemed to turn into dance steps. Little Fool, who was originally just stepping on the snow, suddenly began to dance. Wrapped in a large down jacket, he was like a slippery little penguin.
Pei Tingsong's phone vibrated. He looked down and unlocked the screen. It was a group chat of his group.
[Nothing but beautiful: Dalian City's grassy road is not square. I suddenly thought of a move that's very suitable to be used as a killing part. Let's discuss it when we get back.]
He even sent a rustic emoji of the sun.
It turned out that he also had emotions when he was chatting. He could also be very happy. Pei Tingsong looked up at Fang Juexia. He saw him stomping his feet on the snow until Andy, who was touching up his makeup, stopped him. Then, Fang Juexia returned to his little ice cube mode.
Seeing that he didn't reply, Lin Mo smiled and squatted down to put out his cigarette in the snow. "As expected, you still think it's a pity."
Unexpectedly, Pei Tingsong said, "Maybe not." He kicked the snow and put his hands in his pockets. "I don't know." With that, he walked over to Fang Juexia. He heard him humming a tune. It was very nice.
Fang Juexia obediently closed his eyes and let Andy apply clear lip gloss to his eye sockets. Suddenly, he felt a chill on the back of his neck. He opened his eyes abruptly and turned his head. He saw Pei Tingsong laughing behind him. "I threw a snowball in."
Seeing Fang Juexia's eyes widen, Pei Tingsong laughed. "I was kidding."
The shoot went smoothly. It was too cold outside. He had just made a snowman's head, but Pei Tingsong's teeth were chattering. He kicked away the snowball that he had been making for a long time and quickly hid in the team's car shed. His gaze was attracted by the original film on the monitor. There were two monitors, one on the left and one on the right. The one on the left was Lin Mo's camera, and the one on the right was the magazine's footage.
In the video, Fang Juexia was lying on his back. Unlike the previous set, his eyes were wet after the makeup was changed, and some transparent liquid slid down his cheeks like tears. His snow-white eyelashes covered his confused eyes.
His birthmark was red. The tip of his nose was red. His lips were slightly opened, and a piece of crystal ice was pressed against them. In the transparent ice, there was a cherry frozen.
This one was too beautiful. Pei Tingsong stared at it and only came back to his senses when he heard the sound.
He looked at the monitor on the right. In the video, the ice was constantly melting, and water dripped from the corner of his mouth. When Lin Mo shouted "OK", Fang Juexia turned his face and opened his mouth. The tip of his tongue gently pushed out and spat out the ice into his hand. He sat up. His hair was stained with snow, and the birthmark at the corner of his eye was as red as his lips. He smiled. "It's so cold." As he spoke, he put the back of his hand to his lips and then took it away. He repeated it several times. "My lips are numb."
Pei Tingsong suddenly thought of the feeling of passing candy wrappers.
It had been a long time, but that feeling had not been forgotten.
"He's really born to be in this bowl of rice." The staff not far behind him sighed. "His face is even better than a girl's."
"Yes. If he were a girl, how beautiful would he be? It's a pity, or there would be a lot of suitors. "Another male planner had a meaningful expression on his face." No wonder … "
Before he could finish, someone put a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head and saw Pei Tingsong's innocent smile.
"No wonder what?" His tone was kind and curious. "I want to hear it too."