Upside Down Moonlight [Entertainment]

Shen Rong had just made a phone call with an acquaintance on a portal website, and made a promise in a good voice and good manner. He didn't know how much he made the other party promise that he would immediately withdraw Zhou Jiayao's related drafts, and he would pay attention to screening and control afterwards.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly saw several messages from "Zhou" in the top message box of WeChat.

A bad premonition surged in Shen Rong's heart, he clicked in and took a look, sure enough.

Zhou: Refunded the ticket to Linshi

Zhou: Contact Director Yin to see if he can ask Chong Zhou to leave, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow

Zhou: Help me find a professional camera, lighting, and radio team

Chow: Get ready with your PR team

Zhou: I will shoot a video to tell everyone that I am me, and all the videos that are circulating on the Internet or will be circulated in the future are just me playing against him

Zhou: After that, I will stand with Chongzhou in an open and honest manner, and I will accompany him to finish this movie, the next movie, and all the movies after that.

Zhou: that's it

Week: hard work

Shen Rong almost couldn't lift it up in one breath.

She crackled and typed: "Have you thought it through? Are you sure you've thought it through? Actually, there's no need to respond in person. You don't need to explain your private life to everyone after you quit the circle for so many years. We have a backup plan here, which is to make an announcement." Saying that you are Xiao Ji's acting teacher, it's also very good, it's better than you standing in front of the stage, not to mention, are you really sure you can face the camera?"

Zhou Jiayao returned quickly.

He said: "I'm not sure, so I need you to ask for leave for Chongzhou and let him stay by my side."

Shen Rong was tongue-tied. On the one hand, he felt that he had been stuffed with dog food, and on the other hand, he was touched.

After a while, she replied with one word: "OK."

·

Ji Chongzhou's hair smelled of shampoo and rose.

He came out wiping his hair, vigorously and roughly, it was in a mess, and he reached out to smooth it out himself.

Zhou Jiayao found paper and pen from nowhere and was writing.

Ji Chongzhou leaned over, squeezed into the large lounge chair, and asked while wiping the dripping hair, "What are you writing?"

Zhou Jiayao said, "The manuscript."

Ji Chongzhou poked his head to look, and read out: "I am Zhou Jiayao. I have appeared in front of the camera again for ten years to explain something..."

He stopped, looked down, and saw that the writing was always the beginning.

Some were crossed out, and some words and sentences were changed again and again, but none of them seemed satisfactory.

"Why did you write this?" Ji Chongzhou asked softly.

Zhou Jiayao threw down his pen, leaned against Ji Chongzhou, closed his eyes and let out a breath.

There was thunder and rain outside, and it seemed to be falling harder and harder.Tonight, Yuanjiang has only waves and no boats, and Qincheng has only neon lights but no moonlight.

Zhou Jiayao told Ji Chongzhou his decision lightly. He sniffed the fragrance of Ji Chongzhou's body, and the wind blew a corner of the balcony curtain, and there was another thunder and lightning.Zhou Jiayao took the towel from Ji Chongzhou's hand and wiped his hair for him. Ji Chongzhou finally came back to his senses and wanted to talk, but he heard Zhou Jiayao first talk about a topic completely unrelated to what he just talked about: "The scene in the torture room in "Lonely Xuan" Isn't it very painful?"

Ji Chongzhou was stunned, he felt Zhou Jiayao's fingers in his hair, gently stroking it.He said, "No."

Zhou Jiayao said in a low voice, "I mean when I took you to practice that night."

Ji Chongzhou was in a daze for a moment, and his voice lowered unconsciously. He said, "Actually, I don't really remember it. Maybe...it hurts a bit, right? But it's just to find a feeling."

Han Xujie and his colleagues were tortured at the same time, with guns pointed at their foreheads and beaten.

The director constructed a picture of Han Xujie with his hands tied behind him, sweating like rain, with fear, vigilance, assessment of the situation and despair in his eyes. He tried to untie the knot while dealing with the boss. It was untied, but when it was discovered, it ended up being stabbed into the palm of the hand with a knife. Han Xujie screamed in pain, hated in his heart, but on the surface he had to put on a weeping gesture to beg for mercy to delay time.

During the performance of this part, the director was dissatisfied, saying that Ji Chongzhou's performance was not true.Inauthentic is already a gentle word. Zhou Jiayao watched from the side at the time, and the exaggerated emotions he forced out were greater than the emotions he should have expressed, and the reaction to pain was not right. In short, it was fake, too fake.

Of course, Zhou Jiayao couldn't poke Ji Chongzhou's palm with the knife during practice, he stepped on it.

·

At that time, Ji Chongzhou had been filming at home and abroad for more than four months, and the outdoor scenes of "Lonely Hanging" had a large proportion. After experiencing the hottest summer, his skin was not as white as before.But when that hand was placed on the dirty mud floor of the torture room, it still showed an unusual whiteness. There is a word called the difference between cloud and mud. Zhou Jiayao thought that such a hand should not be placed on such a ground.

But Ji Chongzhou not only let it go obediently, but also raised his head obediently and said: "I'm ready."

Zhou Jiayao thought, such a hand was not only placed on the ground, but he had to step on it.

"Does it hurt?"

He rubbed Ji Chongzhou's palm with his toes, controlled his strength, and felt that Ji Chongzhou's hand was soft like a ball of cotton.

Ji Chongzhou's five fingers spread out, slightly tense, and began to turn red with blood.He replied Zhou Jiayao: "It hurts."

The moonlight came in through the unblocked simple window, and a small piece of light accumulated on Ji Chongzhou's fingertips like water. Zhou Jiayao thought that the beauty and metaphor of such a situation at night was not inferior to that of the sunset, but the director chose dusk. Then such night and moonlight can only be enjoyed by them.

Zhou Jiayao lowered his eyes condescendingly: "Can you bear it?"

Ji Chongzhou gasped and trembled a little, but he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes."

Zhou Jiayao looked at his blinking eyelashes, fluttering like butterfly wings, trembling like a hurricane.

"how about this?"

He no longer remembers what he was thinking at the time, how he was so ruthless and crushed down heavily.

Too much force, too caught off guard, Ji Chongzhou let out a cry of pain, but stopped quickly.

He was short of breath and heavy, and looked up at Zhou Jiayao, expressing his earnest plea.

Zhou Jiayao didn't let go of his feet, but maintained his strength until Ji Chongzhou said, "Brother, I can't do it..."

Crying very close to choking, began to struggle.

Zhou Jiayao said, "Really."

He paused.

Two diametrically opposed thoughts crossed in his mind.

One thought is that Ji Chongzhou with tears in his eyes suddenly makes him full of desire, wanting to kiss away the tears that are about to overflow his eyes, wanting to hug him to comfort him, wanting him to cry out of joy rather than pain;

Another idea is to take him to practice the next scene. The drug lord brother dragged him up and still tied the man on the bed with chains and handcuffs, cursing and talking nonsense.

A bunch of crap.

He couldn't remember what the bunch of nonsense lines were.

So he let go of his feet and pulled Ji Chongzhou up, and pushed him to the side of the bed. The old iron bed made a sound of falling apart when it was hit. Zhou Jiayao grabbed the iron chain on the bed frame and wrapped it around Ji Chongzhou's neck. The heavy weight and Zhou Jiayao's strength made Ji Chongzhou really breathless for a moment, and the thick chain hit him on the back while swinging. Ji Chongzhou didn't remember that he cried out in pain because of it, he only remembered that the iron chain was quickly broken. Zhou Jiayao got off him.

He only remembered that Zhou Jiayao hugged him silently, stroking the back of his head with one hand, as if comforting a child.

The other hand held his trampled hand, and he remembered that his hand was shaking uncontrollably, and Zhou Jiayao held it tighter, but it didn't hurt him.

The tears he had accumulated finally fell. Ji Chongzhou didn't remember whether he cried or not, but his head was buzzing.

After being quiet for a long time, he heard Zhou Jiayao's voice so close to him, right next to his ear, and said, "Good boy. Go back and apply ice and medicine to you."

·

Ji Chongzhou looked at Zhou Jiayao's dark eyes, and said in a slightly raised tone: "Even if it hurt at the time, I can't remember it now. It's all over. Why do you suddenly want to ask?"

Zhou Jiayao was silent.

After seeing that video, it was the first time in nearly a year that he felt the cruelty he had done to Ji Chongzhou from another angle. He felt unbearably guilty and painful because of this, that's all.

Ji Chongzhou let out an "ah" as if thinking of something.

He smiled at Zhou Jiayao: "I remember, you hugged me that day, I was very happy."

Zhou Jiayao leaned over to hug Ji Chongzhou, raised his palm from the back of his neck, and gently stroked the back of his head twice.

He whispered, "Isn't it right to hug like this?"

"Yes," Ji Chongzhou said, grabbing Zhou Jiayao's hand with one hand, "and holding hands."

Their palms are clasped together.

Zhou Jiayao said, "I remember it too."

He closed his eyes and breathed past Ji Chongzhou's ears, very similar to that day.

He said he was good that day, and he would apply ice and medicine to you when he went back.

Today he said: "I remember, I hugged you that day, I was very happy."

Ji Chongzhou gave a "hmm" and muttered, "I knew..."

If I had known earlier, they had expressed their affection for each other earlier, maybe this love has been talked about for several years.

"It's not too late now," Zhou Jiayao pulled away slightly, looked into Ji Chongzhou's eyes, "Chongzhou."

He kissed the bridge of his nose, the corners of his lips.

Said: "We still have many years to come, and many movies to come."

"That's why I want to write this manuscript, and why I want to make it public." Zhou Jiayao said, "It's not a forced PR, but because the desire to stand upright with you overcomes the desire to hide myself fear."

The shower outside has just stopped, and the night breeze is slightly cool.

Yuanjiang flows eastward, crossing most of the territory of China, and passing through the flowing years from ancient times to the present, passing them by.

The moon is out.