Fanservice Paradox

Pei Tingsong was somewhat surprised.

When he spoke, he knew that most people here couldn't understand what he was thinking and what to do. After all, he has been like this since childhood, and it is just a hard stubble in the eyes of others. Surprisingly, Fang Juexia knew it. At first I thought he just guessed that he would be dissatisfied with this sloppy planning, but what was unexpected was that Fang Juexia fully understood all his ideas.

It's like two channels being accidentally connected.

They are contradictory. It's not the ghosting unity of each other's bionics, but the separation and opposition of strong personality.

Fang Juexia has his own temperature and style, and should not be rudely homogenized.

These ideas seemed to circulate in the minds of the two. Pei Tingsong attributed this unexplained tacit understanding to the two years they spent together. Even though there is almost zero communication between them, there is nothing purely isolated in the world. There is indeed a subtle connection between him and Fang Juexia, which is complicated and difficult to detect.

Perhaps it has something in common at the logical level, he tried to give a reasonable explanation.

Lin Mo seemed to be very satisfied with Fang Juexia ’s proposal, and pictures and inspiration appeared in his mind, which greatly increased his enthusiasm for this work, “Spring and winter, very good.” He confirmed Fang Juexia ’s face, very carefully Observe, and finally conclude, "You really fit the concept of winter. Andy."

"Hey ~ Here, I also think this edition is better, and the late winter and spring solstice are also in line with the most recent time, and the two of them are not the same type. I have to think about this makeup face." Andy has been in the circle for ten years, and he is a real elite. When he looks at Lin Mo's face, he knows that he is going to get a big vote this time, and the idea of ​​paddling was also dispelled at the beginning. After all, this cooperation is a big photography Division and upstarts in the two circles.

The most taboo in the entertainment industry is no one to look down on, and no one can predict who will be a hit in the night, not to mention the explosive phases of these two have become obvious.

It took them more than two hours to re-discuss. This process is not common in the pursuit of high-efficiency entertainment. Everyone hopes to start work directly, and then close the work quickly. But it's worth it, after all, from the perfunctory pipeline at the beginning to the creation that everyone takes seriously, this kind of experience is rare and interesting enough.

The editor who wrote the tidbits had to snicker, usually nothing had to be written together, and now this dramatic transition is simply a great material in front of me.

Pei Tingsong's makeup is clean and simple, and Andy also specially highlights the two moles on his lower eyelid and skin under his eyes. "You mole is really good. Now it is popular to say that this is pure and desire."

Fang Juexia, who was coming out of the dressing room, was only surprised when he heard it. He couldn't understand the word from Pei Tingsong yet. However, pure and desire are completely opposite in semantics, this kind of contradiction is in line with his personality.

"Scar in the corner of your eyes ..." Andy looked at this raised scab and was worried. "The concealer can't be covered, so I'll drop it later."

"How come it's convenient." Pei Tingsong began to sleep again, too lazy to care about these details.

Fang Juexia stared at the huge mirror in the dressing room, which reflected Pei Tingsong who was sitting, and the injury in the corner of his eye. He put on a milk coffee-colored knit sweater, and his temperament softened a lot.

"Jue Xia, coffee." Cheng Qiang went out and came back, put down a cup in front of Pei Ting Song, and led Fang Jue Xia, who hadn't started modeling, to sit down in the corner of the modeling room. "Sleepy?"

"It's okay." Fang Juexia found that the small wooden table in this corner was empty, but there was a small potted plant on the ground in the corner, and a pink flower tree was planted in it.

He was holding the coffee and staring at the flower tree seriously, and it happened that styling assistant Coco came over to fix the hair clip for him. He asked softly, "Hello, what is this flower?"

"Well, this is the morning cherry that someone gave to Andy teacher two days ago. Today, when there are many people, we are afraid to fall and put it on the ground."

Early cherry.

After fixing the last clip, Fang Juexia squatted to the little flower tree. The soil of the flower pot is covered with a layer of fallen petals, very soft and pale pink.

Tuan Zong's video was also shot at Pei Tingsong. Pei Tingsong was bored with makeup, and started chatting with the video brother, "Stone Scissors lost storytelling, how?"

The camera brother shook the camera in parallel and refused.

"You're afraid of losing, I know." Pei Tingsong's pretending cold face came to a conclusion, and the makeup was almost finished. He paired up in the mirror and saw Fang Juexia walked towards him. He changed to a loose black shirt and made the cool white of his skin more obvious.

He seemed to be looking for a makeup assistant to borrow something, and finally took a small bottle and squeezed something in his hand.

"Almost, this scar is in trouble." Andy was talking, Fang Juexia said suddenly, "I want to try it."

"What to try?" Pei Tingsong just asked to exit, and Fang Juexia had already claimed to bend over and leaned forward to him.

The distance between the two suddenly shortened to less than five centimeters, and the air seemed to be severely compressed. In the breath, the smell of perfume that exhaled after the ice cream was disassembled again emerged. His eyes were full of red birthmarks in the corners of Fang Juexia's eyes, as if the only red in the snow and ice.

The stunnedness was short-lived, and Fang Juexia's movement was also short-lived, so short that his consciousness was too late to process this feeling. His fingertips have left Pei Tingsong's skin.

After careful observation for a few seconds, Fang Jue Xia straightened up and looked again.

"So?" He finished looking at Arty and looked up at Andy.

Andy looked at the mirror while holding Pei Tingsong's jaw. Pei Tingsong only discovered at this time that the scab on the corner of his eye was covered by a pink petal.

Fang Juexia's voice didn't have much emotion, but just stated his point of view, "It happens to be the concept of spring, and the flower should not violate."

Andy looked left and right, and was very surprised. He even said a few perfect effects and fixed the petals with removable glue. "And this is posted, and the birthmark on Juexia's face has also echoed."

Fang Jue Xia did not expect this. So he froze for a moment, his eyes accidentally met Pei Tingsong when he lowered his head.

Pei Tingsong raised his eyes and touched the petals covering the scar with his fingers. "You deliberately."

"No." Fang Juexia retorted quickly. This is very different from his previous reaction.

Pei Tingsong's eyes lazily swept on his plain face, and finally stayed on his red neck. He didn't make a sound and looked at himself in the mirror. With the petals in the corners of the eyes, it does have something in common with Fang Juexia.

"Tingsong's makeup surface is more salty, and he pursues the feeling of not seeming to do anything but actually thinking a lot." Andy began to style Fang Juexia. "Juexia's makeup will be special."

Pei Tingsong picked up the coffee and sat on the chair next to it. It was rare to stare at Fang Juexia brightly.

Andy didn't apply makeup to Fang Juexia. "Your skin is really good. The makeup on the base wears away the texture."

Fang Juexia's expressionless face reflected in the mirror.

Taking advantage of the time for the hairstyle, Pei Tingsong unscrupulously observed Fang Juexia from the mirror. He found that in fact, when he disassembled his five senses, he had a heavy sense of idol, beautiful, exquisite, and without the burden of life. But the brow bone and the bridge of the nose are special, connected vertically and horizontally, showing a slender and straight T-shape on the narrow face, between the rough protrusion of men and the gentle gentleness of women, like a flat snowfield. A lone pine rising from the ground.

This lingering bone supported his lonely stubbornness.

Pei Tingsong thought, if the brow bone and the bridge of the nose are paired with a pair of sweet, bright eyes, it may still be able to neutralize. But he had beautiful cold eyes, narrow and thin heavy eyelids, thin pupils, and no corners of his eyes. It is said that eyebrows flirt, but Fang Juexia's eyes seem to be separated by a layer of transparent ice wall, and he can't convey love, only solidified reason and alienation. Everything is combined on this pale skin, like a tough and fragile white flower.

The stem is waiting for the broken dead branch, as if tenaciously blooming a flower with its last vitality, bleak white.

Fang Juexia's eye makeup is not complicated. Andy didn't even curl her eyelashes, but took out a white mascara and brushed it on his long lashes. The color is stained a little, as if the snowflakes are falling on the eyelashes, and the winter feeling immediately appears.

When Fang Juexia raised his eyes, Pei Tingsong had to admit that he was indeed touched by the pure white beauty. Originally, the cold on him was nothing to escape, and now the cold is more intense.

The styling assistant on the side was surprised, "It's a fairy, it's fairy and cold."

Andy swept a little blush on Fang Juexia's lower eyelid, extending it to his red birthmark, and hooked an imperceptible white eyeliner along the inner side of his lower eyelid, and a waterdrop-shaped silver glitter liquid eye shadow on the lower edge of his eye corner. , Keep flowing, like a frozen tear.

There is a feeling of crying. Pei Tingsong thought.

But Fang Juexia probably wouldn't cry. He couldn't imagine how a person with no emotion would cry.

For two full years since his debut, he could hardly recall any moment when Fang Juexia's emotions were exposed. Although their relationship can only be counted as business teammates, they spend no less time with anyone.

After searching, he really remembered something.

A year ago, the group had a commercial performance. Before putting on makeup, he went out to ventilate and accidentally met Fang Juexia in the corridor. He stood on the side of the vending machine and talked on the phone, as if he did not want people to see it, so he deliberately hid. Pei Tingsong vaguely heard that he called his mother, and spoke of topics like grandpa's medical treatment.

Originally, he was not interested in listening, but he was entangled in whether he wanted to buy or drink. But the other party just turned around and the two eyes collided awkwardly.

At that time, Fang Juexia's expression was stunned, the corners of his eyes were red, the ice in his eyes had melted away, and there was water. He held his phone and bowed his head to leave in a hurry, like the cold wind passing by.

It was also at that time that Pei Tingsong, who pursued logical self-consistency in everything, found the reason for Fang Juexia's unspoken rules. The family is not easy, without a background, and can only take this shortcut. At the beginning, he also determined that this logic was complete, but now he is more and more suspicious, and even wants to overthrow it directly.

He just wanted to know why Fang Juexia never explained.

There are too many contradictions in this person. Obviously rumored, but covered with indifference of desirelessness. Mingmingsheng is called summer in summer, but it is like a snow that never melts.

In Pei Tingsong's mind, there was no reason for a poem he liked so much, and his eyes glanced at the styling assistant's pen and notes.

"It's done."

He heard Fang Juexia's voice, and then got up from the chair. Fang Juexia saw him staring at himself, his eyes widened slightly, and his white eyelashes flickered. This is the expression he will show when he doubts himself.

"I am ... is it weird?"

The relationship between them seems to have eased to the point where Fang Juexia can safely ask him about his views. This is a welcome progress. Pei Tingsong didn't say a word, and he raised the corner of his mouth, put a folded piece of paper into the pocket on the front of his shirt, and then wiped his shoulder away when the assistant urged him.

Fang Juexia stayed in place and opened the paper. The handwriting above is sparse, few lines, is a poem.

[Please do your best,

Treat me with snow.

Whenever I stand side by side with Mulberry,

Slowly through the summer,

His youngest leaves,

Will scream. ]

The author has something to say: this is a poem by the German poet Paul Zelan.