under the rose

In the end, the hug of the two was interrupted by the staff who knocked on the door.They separated in a hurry, as if they were having an affair, Fu Xingyun didn't dare to look into Wen Shichuan's eyes, and hurried out of the room with his heart pounding.I don't feel anything when I hug, but I feel emotional when we separate.

After the shooting was over, they had a serious celebration dinner, and the next step was editing and announcement.

The editing had nothing to do with Fu Xingyun, and he didn't know how to announce Wen Shichuan's film. It stands to reason that he should have brought his assistant Xiao Jiang back, but he still stayed there for a few days.Sang Ge's wedding was on the day of Liqiu, and they were invited to a wedding banquet.

Sang Ge and her husband's family are all in the tourism industry, so they simply turned their wedding into a traditional ethnic wedding, inviting tourists to participate, making it an experience of ethnic minority wedding customs, and generating income during the off-season of tourism.

Fu Xingyun asked: "Isn't the wedding boring?"

Sang Ge didn't care: "Weddings are not interesting in the first place. We've been together for so long. Is there still a wedding missing? Wouldn't it be better to earn more money?"

Makes sense too.

Attending other people's weddings should be more formal. He put on some makeup after a long absence, and the group went out bustlingly.Wen Shichuan walked in the front. Months of hard work made him darker and thinner, making him appear taller. He walked casually, occasionally passing a little stray dog, and he squatted down to pet it.

Fu Xingyun was at the back, kicking small stones on the road from time to time, looking at him from behind, but he didn't dare to look at him openly, thinking a lot.

There are quite a lot of people, in addition to the relatives and friends attending the wedding, there are also tourists who are in high spirits.It is said to experience traditional wedding customs, but who knows what the real tradition is, it is just for fun and novelty.Seeing that there were so many people, Fu Xingyun put on his sunglasses to cover half of his face, and stood outside the crowd with his pockets on, listening to the melodious reeds and lively folk songs, he felt like he was going to a banquet.

Fu Xingyun and his team followed the tourists and put on national costumes one by one, playing the role of "guest" well.

Men's clothing is a navy blue top with a left lapel and trousers of the same color. There is no pattern at all, and it is plain, but Wen Shichuan looks good on him.It had nothing to do with the clothes, he was tall, with broad shoulders and long legs, and his trouser legs were a little short.During this period of time, he didn't have time to shave his hair. His hair was long, and it hadn't been tied up yet. It was broken in locks and curls naturally.

Fu Xingyun was looking at him, and many people were also looking at him. Wen Shichuan turned his head and caught Fu Xingyun's gaze accurately. Fu Xingyun quickly avoided it, pretending nothing happened.

It was Fu Xingyun's turn to change, but the clothes were gone.

Sang Ge's fiancé is a tall, dark-skinned boy, honest and enthusiastic. Sang Ge must have ordered him to treat him well. When he saw that the clothes were gone, he looked guilty: "I'm sorry, there are too many people. I didn't expect so many people to come. .”

Fu Xingyun didn't care: "It's okay, then I won't change it."

Yu Xiangwan leaned over and said, "Everyone wears the same clothes, but if you don't wear them, won't everyone come to see you?"

What she said made sense, although Fu Xingyun was not doing anything criminal, but he instinctively didn't want to be discovered, didn't want to be photographed, and was afraid that he wouldn't look good in the camera.

Yu Xiangwan rolled his eyes and said, "Why don't you wear girls' clothes and have a tiara, so that no one can see your face when the tiara is covered."

Fu Xingyun also believed her evil.

You don’t really need to wear a skirt, the upper body is a crossover top, and the lower body is a colorful ankle-length pleated skirt, which can be worn around the outside of the trousers. Wearing a light weight silver tiara, with a clang, the face is vaguely covered. Went for half a day.Fu Xingyun didn't feel ashamed to wear women's clothes, he was a beauty lover at heart, and he felt pretty good about himself.

As soon as he came out, several people in the company praised him for his good looks. When Sang Ge saw him, he held him down, put red lipstick on his mouth, and praised him as more beautiful than a girl, and asked him to "sit on the bed" for himself in a while. ".Fu Xingyun didn't know what sitting on a bed was, so he took a blurry look in the mirror, his chin was pointed and his lips were red, he looked really good.

The village where the ceremony is held is built according to the mountain, and it needs to go up the long stone steps that cannot be seen.The villagers dressed up and played Lusheng along the road. The beautiful girls held bowls of "Welcome Wine" in their hands, and let the guests drink 66 dishes.Wen Shichuan was waiting for them at the foot of the mountain, and Fu Xingyun wanted to turn his head back when he saw him standing there.

Yu Xiangwan grabbed him quickly, "Let's go, let's go drink."

Fu Xingyun walked in front without looking sideways, the music of Lusheng was not high-pitched or tactful, but there was a kind of simple happiness.A beautiful girl also wearing a silver crown brought a wine bowl to Fu Xingyun's hand. Fu Xingyun raised his head, but he didn't expect that girl's enthusiasm was too much. Xingyun drank it all, and burned it all the way to his stomach, leaving a mark of red lips on the wine bowl.

Wen Shichuan followed behind him, and when Fu Xingyun turned his head, he saw the girl refill the wine bowl and brought it to Wen Shichuan's mouth, Wen Shichuan raised his head and drank it all.I don't know if it was Fu Xingyun's psychological effect, he always felt that all the lipstick he left on the wine bowl rubbed against Wen Shichuan's lips.

He withdrew his gaze and hurried forward.

A group of people walked up to the center of the village, and began to sing and dance around the unlit fire pond.It was already sunset and dusk, and the folk songs were loud and melodious. The audience were all sitting on the stone steps, and Sang Ge led a group of girls to sing and dance.Fu Xingyun looked down at the colorful embroidery on the pleated skirt, and Wen Shichuan sat beside him, humming softly to the song.

Since the hug that day, they haven't spoken in private anymore, and they don't know what to say.Compared to falling in love with passion when he was in his teens, Fu Xingyun thinks more now.But the two of them are like the positive and negative poles of a magnet, very different but destined to attract each other.

It is too terrible.

Fu Xingyun looked up and found that the fire pit was already on fire, and the jumping flames reflected on the faces of the girls, making them extraordinarily vivid.He turned his head and found that Wen Shichuan was looking at it seriously. He asked, "Does it look good?"

Wen Shichuan turned his head, gave him a serious look, and said, "It looks good."

Fu Xingyun withdrew his gaze in a little panic, and the small bell hanging from the silver crown hit him in the face with a "dingleling".

According to the traditional wedding customs here, in such a singing and dancing ceremony, young men and women who see each other can sing to each other. Sure enough, the young men and women are surrounded by Sang Ge and her fiancé, and their voices are clear. Loud and bright, although Fu Xingyun couldn't understand the lyrics, he could understand the emotion in them. Although it was just a performance, Sang Ge also blushed, reflecting the firelight, which was very beautiful.

The young men and women spread out and formed a circle, inviting the guests sitting on the stone steps to join them, singing to the rhythm around the firepit.

Fu Xingyun hastily waved his hand and refused, but the hospitality was hard to come by. He was pulled up by a girl and dragged into the circle. All the guests were invited to join the crowd. They squeezed two or three meters away, but Fu Xingyun found him at a glance.

The rhythm of the reed was blowing faster and faster, Fu Xingyun stepped on the rhythm involuntarily, and was led left and right by a girl he didn't know. The circle formed by the crowd moved towards the fire pond, and retreated after cheering, like the tide of the sea.People crowded shoulder to shoulder, Fu Xingyun relaxed and drifted with the crowd, and found that Wen Shichuan was squeezed beside him before he knew it.

The crowd was surging, the singing became louder and faster, and they only had time to look at each other, watching the fire reflected in each other's eyes.Their hands were all hanging by their sides, rubbing the backs of their hands. Fu Xingyun looked at the flickering fire in the fire pond and felt the heat of the fire.

Naturally, they held hands together, just like the Miao girl next to him holding him.

There were too many people, so physical contact was unavoidable. Fu Xingyun wore an ankle-length pleated skirt around his trousers, and it was always inconvenient to walk around. Wen Shichuan was holding him and helping him, although both of them Not a word is said, but everything is said in silence.

The author says:

The place where the film was made was based on the Miao Village in Guizhou that I went to before, but I didn’t write too much detail, for fear of conflicting with reality, so you don’t need to take it as a real place.

Be forewarned, the next chapter has that.Restore the frequency of three days off and one day off, that is, tomorrow will also be changed, and the day after tomorrow will be rest~