Fanservice Paradox

Although the plan was modified temporarily, they were lucky and happened to encounter the heavy snow the night before. Lin Mo was picky and wanted to shoot the real scene. The planning team had to seize the time to find a suitable venue. Pei Tingsong first filmed the single part. Fang Juexia was originally arranged to wait in the lounge, but somehow he had no sleepiness, and read the paper in his hand several times.

[Please treat me with snow to your heart's content. ]

There seemed to be a voice in my heart, repeatedly reading this poem in his mind.

He has always known that he is naturally not very perceptive to these beautiful romantic texts and is insulated from literature. But it is very strange that looking at these few words written by Pei Tingsong, Fang Juexia had a wonderful reverie in her heart.

But he lacked expression and could not describe it.

Emotions and thoughts are really complicated, and things that cannot be modeled and reasoned with mathematics are very complicated.

Cheng Qiang brought hot milk and a down jacket. Fang Juexia retracted the paper to the front pocket and put on the black sweater handed by the assistant. Cheng Qiang persuaded him to sleep a little longer, the following shooting will be very hard, but Fang Juexia knew that the opportunity was rare, he wanted to make a good enough film, so he wore clothes to the studio to observe.

Everyone gathered around Pei Tingsong. In order to satisfy the concept of spring, the lighting engineer did his best to create a greenhouse-like warm light and hit him as much as possible.

"Xiao Pei did eat this bowl of rice by nature," Cheng Qiang said, "but if he doesn't enter the circle, he will take over the enterprise or something. It must be the second generation of chaebols who are so popular because of their high value. . "

Fang Juexia nodded, but he couldn't imagine that picture. In his heart, Pei Tingsong seemed to be bound to the stage.

But it is true that he is tall and has a salty face, which is a typical representative of God for dinner. Not only the hardware is in place, but the natural fashion expressiveness is also very strong, or in other words, people with personality are very expressive.

Pei Ting Songguang went to the glass house that had been built, and the picture was good enough.

The Tuan Zong camera also followed, and Cheng Qiang felt that the two of them really did not have team friendship, so they pushed Jue Xia and whispered, "You also went to see Xiao Pei."

Fang Juexia was not very willing, but they were all pushed out by Cheng Qiang, and there was no other way.

"Adjust the light on the top of the head and make it a face light." Lin Mo checked the picture without raising his head. "Try it first, Xiao Pei, you can do whatever you want. I'll try it.

The arranged greenhouse is filled with various flowers, and the caramel-colored roses are clustered together, crowded with pink tulips and clematis, and the continuous aqua blue endless summer is mixed with stars and grapes. Nobuko.

Fang Juexia, wrapped in a light gray down jacket, walked quietly behind Pei Tingsong. He didn't know how to speak to him, and he didn't want to talk too much. He who has put on makeup looks like a silent snow elf.

Pei Tingsong turned his back to him, glanced at the flower clusters, and found a touch of white in the overlapping clusters of flowers. It was almost squeezed into the inside by other flowers. He reached out and flicked away the other flowers, and the straight green stems quivered.

He is going to rescue this white flower.

"Very good." Lin Mo grabbed a few photos and checked. The curved corner of Pei Tingsong's mouth is very subtle and hard to detect. He felt very satisfied with this feeling.

"Why choose this flower?" Fang Juexia said suddenly. Only then did Pei Tingsong discover his existence. The flowers here are all freshly cut, and Pei Tingsong took out the white flower without hesitation. Fingertips twirled the flower stalks and reached the tip of the nose. There was no ordinary floral fragrance, only a light scent of plants.

He smiled and asked, "Why do you think?"

Fang Juexia lowered her eyes to look at the flowers. This action pulled his white long eyelashes like two trembling petals.

He vaguely detected something.

"If I knew it, I wouldn't ask." Fang Juexia raised her eyes again.

Who knew Pei Tingsong raised an eyebrow and handed the flower over, but not to Fang Juexia, but to the side of his face, side by side with this face.

His eyes narrowed slightly, looking at something.

But Pei Tingsong did not give any conclusion in the end. When closing, the blooming flowers rubbed Fang Juexia's jaw line.

"I think you know." He raised his eyebrows, his voice firm and brisk, and withdrew his hand. The tiger's mouth in his left hand gathered the scattered petals from the bottom up.

This feeling Fang Jue Xia has never felt before, this kind of push-pull words has exceeded his barren communication mode. Pei Tingsong is a completely different person from him. He was flat-footed when he was straightforward, but it was hard to guess when he was roundabout.

He had to admit that this boy who was two and a half years younger than him was a game player.

"Very good, in good condition." Lin Mo turned to another angle, and said to Pei Tingsong, "Be gentler and closer to the concept of spring."

The skepticism in Pei Tingsong's bones broke out again, but he said it with a smile, but the way he laughed actually fit their so-called "concept".

"The concept of spring must be gentle?"

This sentence made the staff present stunned.

Fang Juexia also raised her head at the sound and pulled away from her thoughts. He really admires this kind of personality that can express his views anytime, anywhere, probably related to the living environment from an early age.

Staying too long in an atmosphere of preference for harmony and consistency, skeptics have no corners.

"When it comes to spring, it's gentle. It's a breeze, and winter comes to spring. It seems that after the winter is raging, the spring blossoms have become a stereotype. It's quite boring, can't it be a new concept?" However, he glanced at Fang Juexia, "For example, the weak winter was imprisoned by the spring, and since then I haven't seen the sun ... and the like."

This eye is meaningful.

Lin Mo stood up straight, and did not express anything to his thoughts at all. Other staff members did not dare to say anything, only the magazine editors and chief pens waiting on the side were happy and the star team was famous Reviewing manuscripts is easy, there are no taboos, and they are happier.

After a while, he began to circle around the spot, then stopped suddenly, and asked Fang Juexia, "What do you think?"

Such photographers are uncommon. Most of the big shot photographers in the circle are arbitrary, and Lin Mo is the same, but it was probably overturned by Pei Tingsong once, and his threshold has been widened.

"The aggressive spring," Fang Juexia affirmed, "I like this statement."

He was not simply obedient, but really interested. What's more, in his eyes, Pei Tingsong is not a good kind, which is completely incompatible with Wen Xuchun's setting.

"Did you know?" Lin Mo smiled and said to Pei Tingsong, "Last time, I was so good at competing with me, and it was the slam-level big flower shadow. proud."

The implied meaning of this sentence was also clear to everyone, so they were relieved.

Cheng Qiang sweated in his forehead. Although Pei Tingsong had a background, it was harder to work with a child like him who was not afraid of the sky.

The plan was changed over and over again, and the final version differed from the original by a thousand miles. But none of the staff present was convinced by Pei Tingsong's expressiveness. After the official shooting began, Fang Juexia left the studio and stood beside the monitor.

Pei Tingsong sat lazily on the ground, one leg propped up and the other straightened forward. Surrounded by flowers, he held a lonely white flower in his hand. The camera shoots from top to bottom. Pei Tingsong's hair style was fluffy, and there were a few traces of hair hanging down to the center of his eyebrows. As soon as he raised his eyes, the shape of his eyes converged and elongated, and the shadow of the corner of his eyes was almost connected to the pink early cherry blossom petals.

But the aggressiveness in his eyes was revealed, like the beastly beast waiting to hunt. Surrounded by the soft and fragrant flowers, this carelessness became more prominent.

"Very good, with good eyes." Lin Mo lowered his camera and pulled the camera closer. The lying silkworm and the small mole under his eyes inexplicably added a bit of real desire. Pei Tingsong turned his face, holding the flower branch and handing the half-open flowers to his mouth.

Fang Jue Xia Jing looked quietly, he thought that Pei Ting Song was about to kiss.

But his lips just touched for a little while like a dragonfly, and then opened, his teeth biting the tender petals. The corners of his mouth were raised, like a beast that had successfully bitten the arteries of his prey, and the spree of successful hunting boiled in his eyes and blood.

The shutter kept ringing.

Fang Juexia was a little distracted. He could almost feel the dull pain the petals suffered when Pei Tingsong's teeth fell.

He was inexplicably connected with a flower.

Lin Mo was quite satisfied. He was so satisfied that he couldn't speak, but kept pressing the shutter in response to the movement of Pei Tingsong.

"My dear," Andy's voice appeared again, pulling Fang Juexia's thoughts back. He had a puff in his hand. "I've been looking for you for a long time. It turned out that it was here. Your team's relationship is really good."

The relationship is not really good. Fang Juexia's eyes rolled, and a guilty smile appeared. Andy gave him makeup, "The snow scene has been found. They said that there is a park nearby, and the scene is particularly beautiful." He took a few shots, and then looked away, "Perfect."

Andy also replenished himself with perfume when he went out, but the scent was really surprising, and it was like shaking a hand with half a jar on the body, and it felt that Xia's nose was tickling. He squinted and bowed his head for a long time, finally sneezing.

"Oh chirp."

The sound was originally very small, but Pei Tingsong was immediately attracted by this little sneeze and looked up. Fang Juexia also turned her head after sneezing, and the two of them accidentally hit their eyes.

Pei Tingsong laughed out loud.

This scene also happened to be captured. His chin and lips were covered by broken flowers, but the arc of his smile was very sharp.

"This one is empty, but it's quite alive." Lin Mo expressed satisfaction.

He is a photographer who likes to take pictures of local parts of the model. This time the goal is the hands of Pei Tingsong. The blurred flowers of various colors were used as the background. Pei Tingsong once again pulled out a white flower, flicked the petals that were nearly closed with fingers, and then grabbed them and ripped the petals away. They were forced to cruelly separate from the blue sepals, and the broken style stood alone, trembling and shaking.

Obviously it was a destruction, but in the lens and Fang Juexia's pupils, it seemed like a full of real desire.

The rapid shutter sound is a metaphor for breathing. The white petals were rubbed out with translucent creases, like bruises. Light won't lie, it shows through these tiny wounds. The fibers inside are illuminated, which are the capillaries of the flowers.

"Sprinkle it down."

Following the photographer's instructions, Pei Tingsong stopped the rampage and loosened his fingers without any attachment. The petals, like broken butterfly wings, flew down from the fingers and palm edges to complete the mission.

The staff brought a small bowl of bright red cherries. It was originally a prop in the shooting plan. When I took it, Fang Juexia saw that the small bowl was very delicate, and it was translucent ice cracked white porcelain.

"This is beautiful." Fang Juexia couldn't help but praise.

Who knew Pei Tingsong came and took the bowl from the staff.

"What's so good? This?" He looked naive, sitting cross-legged on the ground, but holding the bowl in his hands seemed to hit it to the ground.

Fang Juexia rarely panicked, "Hey-"

Seeing that the mischief worked, Pei Tingsong laughed like a successful child, withdrew his hand and extended his index finger dipped in flower juice, stirring it in the small cherry pond.

Lin Mo, who was checking the film, suddenly glimpsed this scene, "Wait, you continue."

The lens is aligned again.

With fingertips deep into the soft red, stirring, Pei Tingsong chose a full and juicy cherry, took it to his lips, his teeth bite the agate-like roundness, and the tip of his teeth pierced the surface full of plant tension. The bright red sweet juice ran out of the corner of the mouth along the teeth.

"Very good!" The photographer's elevated tone showed his satisfaction with the work without hesitation.

In the monitor, he raised the back of his hand, wiped the bright red juice from the corner of his mouth, and smiled evilly. Unconsciously, Fang Juexia's throat moved up and down.

The last one freezes in this picture, and Pei Tingsong's satisfied eyes almost seem to penetrate the screen.

He bit his throat straight.