under the rose

Wen Shichuan yelled again to stop, frowning and not speaking.The room was not very big, but with a lot of photographic equipment and some staff standing, it seemed even smaller.Everyone looked at each other blankly, and the atmosphere became tense.Fu Xingyun sat up, put on his shirt with his arms open, his toes curled up on the plain white sheet, very uneasy.

Wen Shichuan raised his head to look at Fu Xingyun, and asked him inexplicably, "Why are you nervous?"

Fu Xingyun lowered his head to avoid his gaze, and said, "I haven't."

Obviously, he was so nervous that his fingers trembled slightly.

"You go out first." Wen Shichuan said.

It was also normal to clear the scene during the bed scene, the staff left the room one by one, Sang Ge also put on his clothes and went out first, only Fu Xingyun was left sitting cross-legged on the bed, Wen Shichuan closed the door behind his back and stood in front of the bed .

"You are very nervous." Wen Shichuan said, "Why?"

The setting sun is moving little by little, and there is not much time left for them today. Wen Shichuan is not in a hurry, but Fu Xingyun is. Most importantly, he does not want to be alone in the room with Wen Shichuan like this , and he was not dressed yet, so he felt insecure.

Fu Xingyun said: "Call them in, I have adjusted it, hurry up and shoot, there is not enough time."

It was already late autumn and the weather was cool, but Wen Shichuan felt that the room was extremely hot. He said directly: "You didn't adjust it well. Do you know what the camera looked like just now? You don't even know how to move your hands and feet."

Fu Xingyun lowered his head and said firmly: "I didn't, I"

"You have," Wen Shichuan raised his voice and interrupted him, "Come and see for yourself."

Fu Xingyun didn't want to watch it, so he raised his voice and said, "Don't watch it, hurry up and shoot, I know how to act—"

He spoke resolutely, and Wen Shichuan didn't say much. Instead of letting all the staff come back, he only called Sang Ge and the lighting engineer in, trying to minimize the number of people in the room and make the atmosphere more relaxed.Fu Xingyun took off his shirt again, threw it aside, and smiled soothingly at Sang Ge.

Sang Ge was not nervous, and when he was hugging Fu Xingyun to prepare, he quietly asked him: "Have you not slept with someone for a long time?"

Fu Xingyun: ""

The third time, before the whole clip was finished, Wen Shichuan called to stop again. This time, without waiting for him to speak, Sang Ge consciously put on his clothes and went out of the room with the lighting engineer.Fu Xingyun blamed himself and was dazed, he didn't even put on his clothes, and sat cross-legged on the bed with his upper body bare, not daring to raise his head.

Wen Shichuan showed some anxiety this time, stood up, and paced back and forth in the small room.The room was small, the ceiling was low, and he was tall, which immediately made the room more cramped.

Fu Xingyun bowed his head and remained silent.

Wen Shichuan stopped, looked at him, and said, "Relax."

The truth is this, but it may not be possible to do it if you understand it, Fu Xingyun asked: "How to relax?"

Wen Shichuan said: "This scene is not a real sex scene, it is more inclined to sexual fantasy. When was the last time you masturbated and what you were thinking about, you can recall it."

He spoke so calmly that his eyes never flickered, like a most persuasive mentor, teaching Fu Xingyun to solve a difficult problem with the greatest patience.Fu Xingyun raised his head and met his gaze, he couldn't help being stunned, and then his face quickly became hot.The last time Fu Xingyun resolved himself was on the bed at home, smelling the smell left by Wen Shichuan, and thinking about the scene where they secretly cooked in the common kitchen.

Fu Xingyun's skin was fair, his face turned red, even his chest and shoulders were flushed.

Wen Shichuan's voice was soft, as if he was whispering, it was a lover whispering, he said: "If the existence of the camera makes you nervous, then communicate with the camera, think of it as your lover's eyes, and tease it."

The sun was sinking slowly in the west, and time was running out.

This time even the lighting engineer didn't come in, Wen Shichuan felt that all the natural light was used to make the best use of the last touch of the setting sun.Sang Ge lay on Fu Xingyun's body, her light wheat-colored back was like the cleanest drawing paper, on which the setting sun was smeared wantonly.This time it was a bit different, she felt that Fu Xingyun's body had become much softer, and his state seemed to be different.

Fu Xingyun himself felt different, he had no extra time to care about Sangge at all, as Wen Shichuan said just now, he began to recall the last fantasy, he remembered the familiar body temperature and strength, he sang Standing up, the sheets were wrinkled by him.The setting sun happened to hit his face too, he could only squint his eyes slightly, and everything that came into view was blurred.

He fell into a strange yet familiar dream, San Ge's lips moved on the side of his neck, but he had already imagined it as another lip.He opened his mouth halfway, panting lightly, the corners of his eyes were red, and when he raised his head, he bumped into the camera lens, as black as pupils.His eyes were blurred, he looked at the camera, and his tongue stuck out a little bit.

Wen Shichuan was right next to the camera, and they met each other unexpectedly.

Through Sangge and through the camera, Fu Xingyun let himself immerse himself in the old sex. He closed his eyes and imagined a pair of invisible hands on his body. The bed turned into a warm and soft embrace. After going down, the heels rubbed back and forth on the bed sheet, and the bed sheet made an ambiguous sound of "rustle".

As if a person who has been diving for a long time is eager to take a breath of fresh air, Fu Xingyun raised his head and gasped for breath. As soon as he opened his eyes, he bumped into Wen Shichuan's dark and deep eyes, and their eyes were entangled.

"Okay." Wen Shichuan said hoarsely.

Sang Ge got up quickly in embarrassment, because she could feel Fu Xingyun reacting.But this kind of embarrassment is unavoidable when filming such flesh-and-blood scenes. She thoughtfully didn't look at it, put on her clothes and walked out, leaving space for Fu Xingyun himself.

Wen Shichuan was supposed to go out, but he didn't move.

The sun has completely set, the afterglow has left, and the room has fallen into darkness.

Fu Xingyun turned over in embarrassment on the bed, lying on his stomach, he was sweating, as if he was as tired as after running a marathon, he still couldn't breathe when he was lying on his stomach, his back heaved, and the tattoo on his back was exposed .It was a simple rose, in the middle of his back, with prickly stems running down the hollow of his spine, his red birthmark a splash of color on the rose petals.Sweat dripped from his back like dew from a rose.

This flower was drawn by Wen Shichuan, and the tattoo artist followed suit.

Fu Xingyun's reaction hasn't subsided yet, he just wants Wen Shichuan to go out as soon as possible, leaving him alone to be calm, as long as Wen Shichuan is still around, he won't be able to calm down at all.He hugged the pillow, buried his face in the pillow, his waist slumped, his buttocks were particularly raised, and even the back of his neck was red.

Wen Shichuan felt as if he was bewitched by Fu Xingyun in the camera just now, he walked to the side of the bed, put his hand on Fu Xingyun's tattoo, and felt the heat evaporating from his skin.

Wen Shichuan said: "This"

Fu Xingyun couldn't hear what he said at all, the moment his palm touched his back, he trembled and groaned in his throat.

His face was still buried in the pillow, and his ears were bright red.

"Can you go out for a while," he said.

Wen Shichuan asked: "What's wrong?"

Fu Xingyun said with difficulty: "I want to change my pants"

Wen Shichuan withdrew his hand like an electric shock, quickly left the room, closed the door behind his back, and left the room to Fu Xingyun alone.Fu Xingyun buried himself in the pillow angrily, and beat the bed twice bitterly.

That night, Wen Shichuan edited the film himself.

The room was dark, he didn't turn on the lights, the computer screen was dimly lit, and the ashtray next to the mouse was full of cigarette butts.This scene does not require so many close-ups of the face, but Wen Shichuan took a lot out of selfishness.It wasn't selfish, it was just that he froze for a moment and forgot to move the camera away.

Fu Xingyun in the setting sun was soaked in lust, like a siren siren in the ocean that attracts sailors to the rocks.

"Director Wen—" Wen Shichuan didn't close the door, Xiao Jiang who just came back knocked on the door and called him.

Wen Shichuan subconsciously turned off the computer screen, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Jiang said: "I brought a supper, let's eat together?"

Xiao Jiang helped Fu Xingyun deal with the matter, and when he came back overnight, he brought a lot of supper, enough for many people to eat together.All the crew members came out, and they set up two square tables downstairs, bought cold beer from a nearby canteen, and lit the dim street lights.The filming is more than halfway through, which is considered a phased celebration.

Fu Xingyun also came downstairs, relaxed in a rare way, and came down with his slippers on. When he saw Wen Shichuan was also there, he hesitated for a while.

In the small southwest town at night, the wind blowing is cool, and there are insects chirping, and the mountains not far away are like giants hidden in the night.They sat around the table, the beer was bubbling, and when they held the glass, it dripped on their hands, and it was cold.Fu Xingyun and Wen Shichuan were sitting next to each other—the seats everyone had arranged for them, because the crowd was too crowded, their thighs touched their thighs, they didn't look at each other the whole time, but their thighs couldn't be separated.

Sang Ge was also there, chatting speculatively with Yu Xiangwan.

"I'm getting married next month!" Sang Ge said.

Everyone congratulated her, and Sang Ge said with a smile: "If the movie has not finished shooting by then, please come and have a wedding wine."

The supper lasted until midnight, the beer bottles were emptied one after another, and they were placed all over the floor. Those who didn't stay up all night went to sleep, and only a few people left to clean up the mess.Fu Xingyun went to the bathroom and came back, only to find that Wen Shichuan was no longer there.He wanted to find a corner to smoke a cigarette, but when he turned the corner, he found that Wen Shichuan was already smoking.

There is a small river passing through the city, the water is gurgling, and the sound of insects is particularly loud.

Wen Shichuan squatted by the river and smoked, the flame of the cigarette butt was flickering, Fu Xingyun felt that his addiction to cigarettes seemed to be much greater than before, and he was always smoking.

The sky was full of stars, Wen Shichuan heard the footsteps and looked back, his chin slightly lifted, his eyes soft.

Fu Xingyun opened his mouth and said, "You pay it back"

Wen Shichuan didn't hear clearly, he tilted his head, with a cigarette in his mouth, and asked vaguely, "What?"

"It's nothing."

Fu Xingyun took the unlit cigarette and went back to the balcony of the room to smoke.

Do you still like me?Do you remember what we were like before?Have you really been with someone else since we broke up?Are you still with someone else?

With so many questions, Fu Xingyun didn't ask any of them.

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