Concealed and Blended: Fendai

Li Boxi's cell phone received a message: "Senior brother, where's the protector?"

Li Boxi pretended to be stupid and acted dumbfounded: "What are you talking about without beginning or end?"

Junior brother: "You have degenerated to the point of playing public relations battles, which is lower than I imagined. I'm just stating my opinion all the time. If you don't agree, you can participate in the competition openly. Do you dare?"

The offer to compete is truly insulting. And he added "Dare or not", as if Li Boxi didn't surrender his status to participate in the competition because he was afraid of him.

Li Boxi also seemed to be choked, and did not answer for a long while.

Seeing him dumbfounded, the younger brother smiled and closed the chat page.

As a result, in the next second, I received a reminder from Weibo Aite.

Li Boxi revealed Aite about him: "Makeup itself has no soul, and the soul belongs to the model. The beauty of makeup should not be analyzed by the makeup artist himself, but should bloom on the model's face, waiting for the viewer to taste it for themselves. It has been many years , How about our fellow apprentices competing? There is only makeup, no commentary, which one is higher or lower is entirely up to the viewer to decide."

Oh! The people who eat melons are boiling again.

Someone asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Another person came to explain: "Ma Koukou has been with Li Boxi all these years. Li Boxi is the boss and teacher, so he came to protect the cub himself!"

"Mistress Li's painting style is different today, I'm actually a little bit cautious."

"Fight! Fight!"

Everyone helped Crazy Aite Junior Brother.

The younger brother who was still choking with Li Boxi just now seemed to be confused by this turning point and entered a state of pretending to be dead.

On the other end, Li Boxi received a message from a long-term brand PR: "Mr. Li, let me know which brand sponsored this release?"

Li Boxi: "What kind of sponsorship? I haven't written my horoscope yet, and my junior brother hasn't even accepted the challenge yet."

Brand PR: "Are you joking, shouldn't this kind of thing have been planned long ago, and it's just a formality in the afternoon?"

Li Boxi: "That's so boring."

The brand PR was skeptical: "No... you are indeed Mr. Li. If there is no sponsor yet, how about my family? We can contact the live broadcast platform, plan the process, and sponsor the cosmetics of both sides of the competition. The audience votes online, and the number of votes is converted proportionally If we donate money for public welfare, we will earn a brand promotion.”

Li Boxi: "Sounds good, if my junior brother accepts the challenge."

Brand PR: “…”

It took a long time for the younger brother to post a response on Weibo: "Brother wants to compete, of course I will sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman. But to be fair, I suggest that the competition be broadcast live, and the theme will be determined by a third party on the spot. Impromptu, what do you think?"

The intention behind this proposal is only clear to the two parties concerned. Improvising is Li Boxi's weakness and his biggest psychological shadow.

The younger brother rebelled against the army, fully expecting that Li Boxi would be unable to dismount.

As a result, the other party seemed to have expected that he would say this, and responded readily after only half a minute: "Then it's settled, we will discuss the details later. You can look forward to it."

Junior brother: "?"

Li Boxi poked at the brand's PR: "He replied, it's time to start, I'll ask my assistant to connect with you."

Brand PR: "You guys are too real, aren't you?"

Five minutes later, Cheng Ping, who had just returned to his room after get off work, also sent a message: "What are you doing???"

Li Boxi: "As you can see, you are confronting him. I thought you would like this solution."

Cheng Ping: "...I thought you would like the way of public relations! That's why I asked my agent for help!"

Li Boxi smiled: "The public relations really helped a lot. But don't tell me, I just found out that being tough is so cool."

Cheng Ping was led astray by him: "Yes, it's just very cool."

Immediately after he reacted, he followed up with another one: "No, are you sure? How will it end if you lose?"

He knew about Li Boxi's loss to his younger brother, and he had also seen the confrontation between the two before, and he always felt that Li Boxi was still far away from being "nine out of ten".

Li Boxi: "Indeed, in competitions, there is no 100% winning rate. But compared to before, my confidence is indeed much greater now, do you know why?"

Cheng Ping knew that he had set up a trick, but he could only drill in blankly: "Why?"

Li Boxi: "Now I have you."

Cheng Ping: "."

Although the number problem has not been solved yet, Li Boxi did not forget to tease him every now and then to remind the other party: I am still waiting.

Cheng Ping had no power to fight back, and he replied after a while: "Can I be your model? You melted on my face."

Li Boxi: "Junior brother won't agree. You are a celebrity, and you have the effect of canvassing votes. It's not fair. But you can practice with me."

"Okay, how do you want to practice, I will accompany you."

"Is it really okay? Are you sure?"

Cheng Ping: "..."

The next day in the dressing room, Ma Kou Kou flew over, and was so moved that his seven orifices bleed: "Master, in order to stand out for me, do you really want to do that?"

Ma Koukou has quickly adjusted his mood, is at ease as an assistant, and even started to hunt for women in the crew.

This morning, he held a cup of coffee and sent it to Albert's makeup mirror, taking the opportunity to have an awkward chat with the male god. Everyone in the crew looked at him in disbelief.

Albert smirked and said half a sentence, the private bubble had thickened from three meters to thirty meters, and he didn't touch the coffee from the beginning to the end.

Ma Koukou didn't realize it, and let out bursts of laughter like silver bells at him.

Li Boxi saw it and said, "Comrade Ma Kou Kou, tell me the truth, have you accepted the fate of a disastrous defeat and don't even think about revenge?"

Ma Kou looked sad and tearful: "No, Master, it's just that my life is so cheap that you don't deserve it! This world is so dangerous, what will happen to your precious reputation if something happens to you in the result of the competition?" Do it..."

Li Boxi raised his orchid finger and patted his forehead: "Then you are really filial."

Ma Koukou shyly said, "I am the most filial daughter in the world."

Li Boxi paused again: "If you want to be really filial, you might as well think about the thing my mother entrusted to you."

Ma Koukou remembered that he was still worrying about subtracting numbers, and his eyes rolled: "Speaking of which, isn't the production team just about to prepare an oil painting?"

Li Boxi was taken aback.

The oil painting was supposed to be a prop prepared before the shooting started.

In the plot of the movie, when the artist painted Hiroshi’s portrait for the first time, he used a red cloth embroidered with golden flowers as the background and let him lie naked on the blanket. The body of the person in the painting is almost blank, and against the rich background, he becomes paler, like a passerby without emotion or background in ukiyo-e.

They made love with this painting, and finally took this painting as an opportunity to leave.

The director wanted to maximize the art of literary films, so he hired a well-known painter to paint this oil painting of props. As a result, the painter had a big platoon and a bad temper, and he didn't think much of the job, so he delayed until this time to announce the start of work.

In order to have one more publicity stunt, the director endured it. But the other party made a fool of himself, pointing out that he never draws portraits in front of photos, but must face real people, and asked Cheng Ping to go to the studio to take off his clothes and become a model.

When the production assistant relayed the request to the crew, Cheng Ping's face changed slightly, obviously uncomfortable. He silently recited "Dedication" several times in his heart, and reluctantly asked, "How long will it be?"

Assistant: "...he said he would draw for a week."

The crew was in an uproar.

Cheng Ping: "..."

Li Boxi on the side suddenly staggered and walked out in small steps.

Li Boxi was pushed out by Ma Koukou. He knew what the other party meant, but when things came to an end, he hesitated for no reason.

He stabilized his figure, thought for a while, and said, "Actually, if you don't mind, I can also try this painting."

The director has seen Li Boxi's paintings. In fact, he was moved by Li Boxi's paintings from the very beginning, so he invited him to join the group.

At this moment, he complained a lot about the painter in his heart, and wanted to change the plan, so he asked Li Boxi with the mentality of giving it a try: "How long will it take you?"

Li Boxi: "If there are no accidents, three days will be enough."

The director clapped his hands: "Great. I guess you don't need to draw portraits of real people, do you?"

Li Boxi was about to answer when the horse button behind him stabbed him in the back again.

The words that Li Baixi uttered changed temporarily: "At the drafting stage, it's better to face real people."

The director frowned: "Why?"

Li Boxi: "."

director:"?"

Li Boxi quick witted: "Photos have no soul."

Thousands of miles away, my junior sneezed.

director:"?"

The director hesitated to look at Cheng Ping: "I don't want to embarrass our actors..."

"I'm fine." Cheng Ping said firmly.

Li Boxi glanced at him.

Does he really know what he's enabling?

So the day of shooting ended early. Li Boxi said seriously: "Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Cheng, let's go to an overtime class."

Cheng Ping also said seriously: "Okay."

The two left the set with solemn faces, and walked into Li Boxi's hotel room.

The two assistants have thoughtfully arranged a full set of scenes, and perfectly restored a corner of the studio in the room. The golden-red cloth blanket was half hung on the wall and half hung on the bed—so that Cheng Ping would not lie on the floor as a model. There are even two candlesticks standing beside the bed, which serve as light sources for the studio.

Cheng Ping stood where he was, looking at the big bed covered in red and gold.

Things have developed to this point, and anyone can foresee the next direction. Li Baixi let out a muffled cough, and was about to say something, when Cheng Ping asked, "Then I'm going to lie down?"

Li Boxi: "...Well, let's go."

So Cheng Ping took off his clothes one by one, put on a long wig, climbed onto the blanket, and sank into the soft fabric stiffly: "Is that so?"

His figure has completely fitted Hiroshi's appearance, pale and lonely, showing a kind of weakness that can be picked by others. In order to get rid of this feeling, he had a strange tone of voice, which seemed to be malevolent.

He didn't want Li Boxi to react inappropriately when he found out that he was just being watched by the other party.

Li Boxi understood why he hesitated at that time.

This scene is too realistic, so realistic to the point of ominous.

But he has been working for this moment for a long time, and he can't give up halfway. Among other things, what should Cheng Ping think if he retreated now?

Li Boxi: "Turn over a little more...bend your left foot...raise your head a little more...Okay, just don't move."

He raised his phone and snapped a photo with a hasty "click": "Okay."

Cheng Ping was thinking about how long this ghostly posture would last, and he was taken aback when he heard this: "What's wrong?"

Li Boxi: "You can move now."

Cheng Ping: "Didn't you say that you have to write in front of a real person...to have a soul?"

Li Boxi: "We can obtain souls in another way."

Cheng Ping didn't expect everything to happen so quickly.

He lay there without moving, when he felt Li Boxi approaching, his fingers dropped, and his fingertips brushed against his lips with hints.

Li Boxi asked softly: "Have you thought about the unresolved conflict before?"

Evasion is not Cheng Ping's style. His eyes faltered for a while, but he still said bravely: "Actually, it's not a contradiction... I didn't think about this problem before, but I just thought you couldn't be 1, so I thought about it, then I'll take care of it..."

The voice of the words disappeared between Li Boxi's lips.

The kiss was deep and long, with obvious purpose. Li Boxi stroked him step by step to wake him up.

Cheng Ping gasped, and looked up at Li Boxi. The eyes of the other party are like two bottomless still waters. Those who have thrown themselves into wells for thousands of years may also be induced by this profoundness.

During the entanglement, Li Boxi fiddled with the hair of his wig.

Cheng Ping looked along, and a thought arose: "We are like this... really like the painter Kazuhiro."

He didn't even know he had said it.

He does not mean that. This sound seemed to expose a long-covered secret, and Li Boxi was startled: "Don't talk nonsense, are you the same as Hongneng?"

But is it really different? If one day, Cheng Ping changes like Hong and no longer brings inspiration, will I still love him as much as now?

Li Boxi didn't dare to question himself.

He never forgot what Tu Jian asked him.

After all, at the moment after reading the script, he already knew deep down in his heart that his desire for Cheng Ping was not pure love. It is mixed with self-projection and compensation psychology, contradictory and exquisitely self-interested.

Just as the painter knows, only the one who loves Hiroshi can get infinitely close to that noble phantom. But it will always be just a phantom, and on the day when the love thread is broken, he will be beaten back to his original shape.

Cheng Ping seemed to feel his wavering, and took the initiative to lean towards him, saying love words: "It's different, you are much better than a painter."

Li Baixi's tongue was bitter: "No. I'm a counterfeit."

Cheng Ping looked at him almost innocently: "I also like your men's clothing."

Li Boxi smiled wryly: "That's not the problem."

Cheng Ping said it again: "I also like men's clothing."

So Li Boxi suddenly realized.

Cheng Ping knows everything, Cheng Ping has already seen through this hypocritical and cowardly self. Even so, Cheng Ping still felt satisfied. His mispayment was a willing mispayment.

At this very moment, the sense of despicableness made Li Boxi both ashamed and burning with desire.

This flower was opened for him, destined to be folded in his hands. It was broken tragically and decisively, and it was beautifully folded.

For the first time, they fit together like a match made in heaven.

At the moment when he climbed to the top, Cheng Ping made a sound like weeping. Li Boxi turned him over and gently kissed away the tears he made, like a hypocritical saint.