Fanservice Paradox

After shooting Pei Tingsong, everyone gathered in front of the monitor to check the original film, and everyone was full of praise. As soon as there were more people, Fang Juexia wanted to retreat subconsciously, leaving room for everyone.

This retreat accidentally retreated into a person's arms.

Fang Juexia subconsciously bowed his head and said sorry, but instead was wrapped around the man's shoulder.

"Good-looking, Brother Juxia?"

Just after washing his hands, there is still water in his hands, so Pei Tingsong just put his wrists on Fang Juexia's shoulders, his hands hanging empty. Fang Juexia didn't need to lift her head. Hearing Juexia's three words, he knew there was a camera next to them.

"Well." He had to cooperate with his brothers, brothers and brothers.

Pei Tingsong pressed hard, "Which one is the best?"

A picture appeared in Fang Juexia's mind, but he still chose to say a safe answer, "It's all pretty good."

Cheng Qiang was more satisfied than Pei Tingsong himself. He kept smiling and turned to think of something, "By Jue Xia, did you post a warm baby? It's cold to go to the location for a while."

Fang Juexia nodded, "It's posted."

"More points."

Pei Tingsong's playfulness began, "A few pieces posted? Where did it go?" He looked down at Fang Juexia's sweater and tried to find some clues from inside. Relying on the camera in Fang Juexia, he would not make a rebellious action, his hand slid directly from the shoulder, stroked his shoulder blade, and then down.

"I found it." Pei Tingsong bent a pair of smiles, rubbing his shoulder blades with his palms, "Two."

Fang Juexia wanted to resist, but Pei Tingsong appeared to be a lovely younger brother with no malicious tricks at all. Nor can he interrupt his business in front of the camera.

"Only two are posted?" Cheng Qiang began to worry again. "Not two, but how many are posted."

Pei Tingsong's hand continued to decline. "There must be." His motives were simple and very naive. He wanted to challenge the threshold of such a person as Juexia and wanted to commit a crime. The shell on Fang Juexia's body is too thick, and he looks like a fake.

"Furthermore." Fang Juexia's voice remained unmoved from half of his arms. "I posted four pieces, and hand warmers." His face shrank toward the down collar, and he looked at Cheng Qiang, trying to change the subject , "We can go now."

"I'll ask."

Fang Juexia went with Cheng Qiang. Seeing him wishing to hide from himself, Pei Tingsong found it interesting.

After shooting the singles, the staff began to dismiss the scene. Originally, he was still sorry for these flowers. It was a surprise that the people in the props group had to take it away. It was probably used for two-person shooting. Hearing Song asked casually.

"What's the name of this white flower?" He pointed to the flower he just used for the photo.

The prop assistant replied, "This, eustoma."

Eustoma grandiflorum ... Pei Tingsong nodded and took out his mobile phone to retrieve.

The name is pretty.

The various gestures of this flower appeared on the screen of the mobile phone, and at a glance, the pure white is the most beautiful. At the bottom of the picture are its aliases, as well as all kinds of allegations added by those people.

Tuan Zong's photography followed, and Pei Tingsong put away his phone, tilted his head at the camera, and then turned the small monitor screen over to face himself and straightened his hair.

"Handsome?"

The camera shakes the lens up and down.

The staff on the magazine side was almost ready, Cheng Qiang took things, "OK, we will follow them and drive past." Cheng Qiang asked, "Will Xiao Pei go?"

Pei Tingsong has put on a thick coat at this time, playing logic games with the photographers of the group, and tossing the camera all the way to pan the camera. Hearing him, Pei Tingsong turned away.

He wanted to sleep and was about to say no. He heard Fang Juexia answering for him, "He doesn't need to go."

"Also, it's cold outside, then Xiao Pei, you go to the double shed and wait for me ..."

Pei Tingsong put his hands in his pockets, "I'm going." He opened his mouth deliberately. "My brother was beside me when I took the picture. Now that my brother is taking the picture, of course I have to go, otherwise it would be too funny."

It is not necessary. Fang Juexia has a headache and can only talk in his heart.

The snow scene they picked was a spruce and fir forest, and the night snow covered it, and it really became as its name suggests. Although Pei Tingsong said beautifully, he sat next to Fang Juexia and took a nap as soon as he got on the bus.

"It's a pity that these photos are inside pages." Andy exaggerated, but he didn't exaggerate. Lin Mo, who has always been a poisonous tongue, also said, "The expressiveness is good. Generally, the thorns are good seedlings who are model."

Cheng Qiang laughed with him. Fang Jue Xia Mo looked out of the window silently, feeling that the head of this guy beside him was like fishing and planting forward.

The wounds in the corners of the eyes are not good. Before switching to it, Fang Juexia would not care. But it was true that Pei Tingsong would not sit next to him.

When Pei Tingsong planted forward again, Fang Juexia's palms protected his forehead and helped him back until the back of the head leaned on the back of the chair. After completing this arduous project, Fang Jue Xia Song breathed and saw Pei Tingsong's hand at a glance, freezing red.

"Hurry up and set up all the props, hurry up!"

"It's time to shoot!"

Fang Juexia walked step by step to the depths of the Yunshan Forest step by step. Lin Mo took a picture behind him, and then checked the original film. The composition is above the sky and the blank space of the snow, under the clumps of towering black clouds and firs, is the back view of Fang Juexia wearing a black sweater.

His temperament is indeed very cold, almost integrated with the snow here.

The shooting assistant put some snow on Fang Juexia's hair and echoed the white eyelashes. The tip of his nose froze red, and even the birthmark with the corners of his eyes showed redder colors. This face is more suitable for close-ups anyway.

Lin Mo let him lie down in the snow, the camera was pressed very low, and he took a photograph of his side face when lying down, the curve from his forehead to the bridge of his nose and then to the lip peak was like a continuous snow mountain, and there was a blush of red at the foot of the snow mountain, like It was a wound left before spring left. He already had a double-exposure composition picture in his mind, and such a curve was reflected in the still cloud forest.

He is right, Fang Juexia is too suitable for winter.

Pei Tingsong fell asleep, his head turned to the right, and fell empty, waking up suddenly. Opening his eyes, there was no one in the car, feeling vaguely wrong. With a bowed head, there was a small spherical hand warmer in his hand, which was very warm.

He pulled the car door down, and cold wind poured into his neck, sober instantly. Stepping on the snow step by step towards the large troops, Pei Tingsong saw Fang Juexia from a distance, he was standing in the snow forest, unlike humans, like a deer lost in the snow.

A person's temperament can really be so clean.

The temperature outside is not as high as that indoors. Fang Juexia had to stop for a while in the middle of the shooting. The assistant handed him hot tea and a down jacket so that he could recover the heat as quickly as possible. Lin Mo saw Pei Tingsong coming and said to him with satisfaction, "You are still quite talented."

Pei Tingsong smiled and asked, "Which aspect are you talking about?" He intuitively knew that the other side was not expressive when shooting.

"Aesthetic." Lin Moru paused. "Perception, creativity." After he finished, he handed the camera to Pei Tingsong. He lit a cigarette and handed it to his mouth, vaguely saying, "He really is suitable for winter."

"And it's a non-aggressive winter." Pei Tingsong looked at Fang Juexia's eyes in the original film, straight and tough, hiding a little moist softness.

"I heard what your sister said and thought you were a hip-hop fanatic. I didn't expect this to be the case."

"It's you who have a prejudice against hip-hop." Pei Tingsong is also not polite, "Its spiritual core is free and profound."

Lin Mo nodded and made no secret of his attitude, "Doesn't it be a pity for you to be an idol?"

When he asked this sentence, Pei Tingsong's first reaction was not a pity, but he remembered the dispute between him and Fang Juexia before.

[Dream like this has no high and low values, only realizable and unrealizable. ]

He let out a long sigh of relief, white mist curling, wanting to say pity, and pity.

His eyes drifted away, and he saw Xia Xia wearing a thick down jacket ten meters away. The staff was preparing for the next round of shooting and setting near him, and he stepped on the snow and stepped a few times, it seemed to become a dance step. Originally just a little silly stepping on the snow, suddenly began to dance a little, and then wrapped a wide down jacket, like a little penguin with slippery feet.

The phone vibrated and Pei Tingsong lowered his head to unlock the screen, which was their group chat group.

[Except for being pretty nothing: @ 大连 市 草 路 不 方 I suddenly thought of an action that is suitable for programming as a killingpart, go back and discuss. ]

He also made a rustic expression of the sun.

It turned out that he was emotional when he was chatting and would be very happy. Pei Tingsong looked up at Fang Juexia and found that he stomped slightly on the snow a few times. Until he was stopped by Andy, he reverted to Fang Juexia's small ice block mode.

Lin Mo saw that he did not answer, smiled and squatted down to poke the smoke on the snow and extinguished. "Sure enough it still feels a pity."

Unexpectedly, Pei Tingsong said at this time, "Maybe not." He kicked the snow and put his hands in his pockets. "I don't know." After he walked towards Fang Juexia, he heard what was humming The song is very nice.

Fang Juexia obediently closed her eyes, and Ren Andy applied transparent lip oil to his eye sockets. Suddenly, his back neck was cold, he suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head, seeing Pei Tingsong smiled behind him, "I threw Snowballs in. "

Seeing Fang Juexia's eyes widened, Pei Tingsong laughed, "I lied to you."

The shooting went smoothly, and it was so cold outside that I just piled a snowman's head. Pei Tingsong froze his teeth, kicked and rubbed the snowball for a long time, and quickly hid back to the car shed of the working group to sit down. His eyes were attracted by the original film on the monitor. The two monitors are left and right, the left is the straight-out of Lin Mo's camera, and the right is the video taken by the magazine.

Fang Juexia lying on his back in the picture is different from the previous group. After changing his makeup, his eye sockets are wet, and a little transparent liquid glides across his cheeks like tears. Snowy eyelashes encircled his confused eyes.

The birthmark is red, the tip of the nose is red, and the lips are also slightly gapped. A crystal ice block is on it, and a cherry is frozen in the transparent ice.

This one is too beautiful. Pei Ting Song Ding Ding looked at it, only to hear the sound before he recovered.

He looked at the screen on the right. The ice cubes in the video kept melting, and the water trickled down the corner of his mouth. When Lin Mo called ok, Fang Juexia opened his lips across his face, and the tip of his tongue gently pushed outward. Ice cubes spit into the hands. He sat up, his hair was stained with snow, the birthmarks in the corners of his eyes were as red as his lips, and the whole person laughed, "It's so ice." As he said, he put his hand back to his lips and took it away again, several times. Numb. "

Pei Tingsong suddenly thought of the touch of passing sugar paper.

Obviously it has been a long time in the past, but that feeling has not been forgotten.

"It's natural to eat this bowl of rice." The staff not far behind sighed, "This face looks better than girls."

"Yeah. How beautiful this woman is, but unfortunately, many people are chasing it." Another male planner showed a meaningful expression on his face, "No wonder ..."

Before he finished speaking, his shoulders were covered, and he saw Pei Tingsong's simple smile on one side.

"No wonder what?" His tone was kind and curious. "I want to hear it too."

The author has something to say: my writing style will be adjusted according to chapters and characters, sometimes it will be more funny, and the writing is very straightforward. These chapters of the magazine are also different. It needs a sense of picture, so there will be more descriptions. Pei Tingsong's setting occasionally needs poetic romance.

If you like the type of fast-paced advancing bars, I ’m sorry I ’m not in that style. I hope every reader can find their favorite text and then have fun ~