under the rose

The next day, he was going to shoot a makeup test for a movie, Fu Xingyun suffered from insomnia all night, and when he woke up, he felt like a ghost in the mirror.The first time he opened his eyes, he couldn't help touching his phone. As soon as he opened the social platform, there were overwhelming news, three or five comments supporting him mixed with one or two insults, and private messages were even more messy. Fu Xingyun clicked on it at will Enter a private message scolding him for "selling ass", and scroll up to three confessions like "brother is a treasure".

Fu Xingyun sneered, and threw the phone aside.

There will be a makeup artist for the makeup test, and Fu Xingyun also has his own makeup artist, but he looked at the ghost in the mirror, so he put on some makeup by himself before going out, at least to remove the dark circles and pores that appeared after insomnia Cover it up and dress up more deliberately than usual.

Along the way, Xiao Jiang was hesitant to speak in the driver's seat, with a constipated expression on his face.

Fu Xingyun glanced at him from the top of the sunglasses, and said, "What are you trying to say?"

Xiaojiang's heart turned a thousand times, and finally he just said: "Brother, have you had breakfast, there is something to eat in the back seat."

"have eaten."

In fact, he didn't eat, Fu Xingyun couldn't eat at all.It's an old problem. Whenever I have emotional ups and downs, my stomach feels uncomfortable. In addition, I didn't sleep well at night, and my stomach seemed to be stuffed with stones. It was already stuck to my throat without eating.

Xiaojiang's car drove fast and steady, Fu Xingyun closed his eyes and rested his mind, and arrived in a short while.

The makeup test photos released this time were taken in a studio. It is estimated that after the shooting is completed, there will be a magazine issue to promote it.This publicity resource is not bad for a movie that hasn't even started filming yet. Fu Xingyun thought to himself, the thigh that Chen Xin hugged is really good, so he must have gotten it.

After putting on makeup, as soon as he entered the studio, Fu Xingyun felt that everyone's eyes were on him, but everyone remained calm, as if they had made an appointment to hang out together for a second, and then went their separate ways.

"Morning, Teacher Fu, you look pretty good today. You slept well last night."

Normally it was just a simple exchange of pleasantries, but now that I hear it, it hurts my ears no matter what.Fu Xingyun told himself to be calmer.

"Not bad." He said with a smile.

Fu Xingyun first took a solo photo, then Chen Xin came and took a solo photo, and then the two of them had to take a group photo, and then other characters.After Fu Xingyun finished filming his own, he sat next to him and read the script.He was actually quite sleepy, his eyelids were clenched, and his head was a little dizzy because he hadn't eaten, but he didn't dare to show his fatigue, because everyone was looking at him.

He had the script, but couldn't concentrate at all.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at a little assistant who was idle next to him. The screen of his mobile phone was not covered with privacy protection film. The person who was watching was probably Fu Xingyun's gossip, because he saw his own photo.Now Fu Xingyun couldn't concentrate anymore, he felt that everyone was looking at him, thinking about him, and talking about him.

The studio's Weibo has already sent a lawyer's letter, and the legal affairs are following up. He just needs to wait.

He understands the truth, but he just feels uncomfortable, like walking on the edge of a cliff, the wind is blowing, every step is trembling, and he will fall if he is not careful.

It was his turn to take a group photo with Chen Xin, and Chen Xin looked radiant. During the interval between taking pictures, Chen Xin whispered to him, "Teacher Fu, did you sleep well last night?"

Fu Xingyun was stunned for a moment, and the photographer just pressed the shutter, reminding him: "Teacher Fu, look at me."

Fu Xingyun looked at the camera, smiled, and replied politely: "Very good, thank you for your concern—"

As soon as the shooting was over, Chen Xin went over to watch, but Fu Xingyun was not in the mood to watch, he felt sick to his stomach, with acid regurgitation in his stomach, he walked quickly to the bathroom, deliberately went up to the third floor, and went to the bathroom on another floor , just for fear of bumping into the staff who just shot.

Fu Xingyun went into the bathroom and saw that the doors of several compartments inside were all open, and there was no one there. He closed the door of the bathroom with his backhand, threw himself on the side of the sink and retched twice, there was nothing in his stomach, only some The water I just drank is ten times more uncomfortable than actually vomiting.He squatted down and slowed down, stood up, rinsed his mouth with some water in his pocket, leaned on the edge of the sink, and took a deep breath.

When he opened the door and went out, there was someone outside, Fu Xingyun was startled - it was Wen Shichuan.

Why was he always in such a mess every time he met, Fu Xingyun thought distractedly, and he didn't know if it was because of his bad luck, or because he had been in a mess recently.

Wen Shichuan was leaning against the wall to smoke, he opened the window to diffuse the smell, the summer heat wave came in through the window, dispelling the cold air from the air conditioner with a domineering manner.Fu Xingyun raised his hand and wiped the water stains on his chin. The smell of tobacco made his stomach cramp, and reminded him of those black materials saying that he smoked and spoiled underage fans.

His complexion is ugly, his face is white, there are still physiological tears in his eyes when he vomited just now, but the lipstick on his lips is stubborn, his surprise makes it too late for him to put on a mask to pretend, his whole body is so fragile that it will break at the touch of a touch, but he still has Three points of stubbornness, trying to be self-sufficient, this three points of stubbornness made him look even more pitiful.

"Give it up." Fu Xingyun was not in the mood to talk to him, and bowed his head coldly.

Wen Shichuan pinched the cigarette and threw it into the trash can.

He came to shoot a magazine interview today. His film has entered the public eye. A film magazine invited him to do a special issue with several new-generation directors. He agreed and came early in the morning.The planner said that he wanted to take some casual and textured photos, and asked him to wear a white T-shirt and jeans, but the top was sleeveless, which would reveal the tattoo on the inside of his right arm, and the makeup artist pasted it on for him.

Fu Xingyun's gaze fell on his covered tattoo, but he couldn't see it clearly, thinking that he had washed the tattoo off, his stomach seemed to be caught by a hook, and there was another spasm.

Before he had time to speak, he squatted down, clutched his stomach, opened his mouth to vomit, but didn't spit out anything.

Wen Shichuan also squatted down in a hurry, and seeing that Fu Xingyun's face had turned paler, and there was still some cold sweat on his forehead, he hurriedly asked, "Didn't you eat something this morning?"

Fu Xingyun felt so dizzy that he couldn't speak.

Wen Shichuan hugged him uprightly, Fu Xingyun grabbed the clothes on his chest tightly, closed his eyes tightly, and said something in a low voice, Wen Shichuan couldn't hear clearly, he lowered his head and leaned closer, and smelled Fu Xingyun Slightly spicy perfume smell on the body.

"will be photographed"

"No." Wen Shichuan said.

Wen Shichuan carried him directly down the freight elevator transporting photography tools, and there was no one on the way.Fu Xingyun was apprehensive about meeting people, but he was so dizzy that he couldn't care about anything else, so he buried his face in Wen Shichuan's body.Wen Shichuan took him all the way to the underground parking lot. He had a car for himself at the beginning of the year, a second-hand bun, old and worn out, which was better than being able to fit it.

Fu Xingyun was laid down on the back seat of the van by him, and he immediately turned his back and curled up facing the back of the chair, the butterfly bone protruding from the thin silk shirt.

After a while, Fu Xingyun heard Wen Shichuan open the car door again.

"Still dizzy, get up and eat."

Fu Xingyun sat up and found that Wen Shichuan was carrying a plastic bag in his hand. The contents inside should be food. It was very fragrant and familiar. It was Fu Xingyun's favorite salty bone porridge before, but he had been eating it for a long time. I haven't eaten.

He said, "Can you lend me your mobile phone? I'll call my assistant."

Wen Shichuan put the porridge next to him, took out his mobile phone, unlocked it and handed it to him, exited, closed the car door, and stood beside the car to smoke.

Fu Xingyun looked away from the porridge, and called Xiao Jiang: "I'm in the underground parking lot, pack up my things, come down and pick me up, I'm a little uncomfortable."

The author says:

I really want to eat dried vegetables and salty bone porridge