The Melaleuca Routine of Fishing Attack

Lin Yan's black pupils shrank, and half of his body felt numb as if an electric current passed through him in an instant. He suppressed and gasped lightly, and stood up.

One of them was sitting, the other was standing, looking at each other from a distance.

Lin Yan's breathing fluctuated and was slightly short.

Xie Moyu's voice was extremely gentle: "Does Teacher Lin have feelings?"

Lin Yan wiped his ears with his pale fingers. Under the sun, a drop of sweat dripped from his white and thin chin. He was a little bit surprised, and looked at Xie Moyu incomprehensibly.

Xie Moyu's beautiful and slender fingers found a tissue from the jacket, took out one, and handed it to him: "It's hot? Wipe it off."

Lin Yan really felt it, otherwise the reaction would not be so great.

"I'm sorry," Xie Moyu said with guilt in his beautiful eyes, "Ms. Lin, I came here with this feeling."

Lin Yan slowed down.

It turned out that he was just helping him find his feelings.

Even so, he still had an indescribable feeling, and he became slightly nervous.

"The kiss scene later, can Mr. Lin do it?" Xie Moyu put on a dry white T-shirt with a calm expression, and said in a gentle voice, "Do you want me to be a demonstration? I haven't filmed a kiss scene before, Lin Does the teacher know how to come?"

Lin Yan's left ear was flushed red after being kissed by him. He stretched out his hand to rub his ear, while lowering his eyes slightly, he said, "But Mr. Xie has no experience in kissing either."

Xie Moyu:

He laughed.

About half an hour later, the assistant director came over, made the final cut, and started shouting:

"Twenty scenes of "Light the Fire", one shot twice, action."

..

Xie Moyu in the stream stood up from a distance, water drops flowed down his black curly hair, his slender legs were loosely heading towards the shore, the cool light shone on his cold white skin, crystal clear and cold , Countless water flows down.

Lin Yan leaned against the tree and looked at him from afar.

Xie Moyu's dark pupils were as cold as the moon. After seeing Lin Yan, he fluctuated for a moment, and soon hid all his emotions like a deep ancient well.

He spread out his coat with his long fingers, lay down on the grass carelessly as if resting, and closed his eyes.

Lin Yan's eyes fell on him vaguely.

Xie Moyu, who was lying on the grass basking in the sun, said in a clear voice, "What are you looking at?"

Lin Yan was startled and looked over.

In the clean and bright eyes, one-third of what to do, seven-point nervous.

Xie Moyu turned his head, his thick and slender eyelashes were parted, and his body was covered with water droplets, shining in the sun.

The two looked at each other neither far nor near, for one second, two seconds.

Lin Yan tentatively sat up.

He moved a few inches to Xie Moyu's side, leaned closer, propped up half of his body, and stared at him.

His gaze slowly slid across Xie Moyu's eyes, and his heart skipped a beat. The long and beautiful eyelashes were so affectionate and beautiful. Lin Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he suddenly lowered his body.

The camera zooms in, and the face is close-up.

Moist lips covered Xie Moyu's eyes, kissed, the tip of the tongue outlined the eyelashes, and then the tip of the nose was straight, and there was hidden love in the eyes.

Xie Moyu slowly opened his eyes, and the two looked at each other, the atmosphere seemed to be tensed, and it was about to collapse in the next second.

Lin Yan's slender fingers gripped the stones on the grass, trembling slightly because of nervousness.

He looked at Xie Moyu, as if waiting for a trial.

But Xie Moyu just stared at him, speechless, like a kind of silent acquiescence.

Lin Yan took a deep breath, resting his hand on his side, the back of his white hand had blue veins faintly, as if placing a bet, he lowered his head, and touched his slightly wet lips against his.

Warm soft touch.

Crispy and unfamiliar.

One second, two seconds.

Xie Moyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, but they did not open.

A gesture of acquiescence.

Lin Yan stretched out the tip of his tongue, and gently outlined his warm thin lips.

The camera is zoomed in, close-up, there is a faint throbbing on the boy's face, which is a gesture of indifference.

Xie Moyu froze for a moment, opened his eyes, sat up, held the back of Lin Yan's head with his long fingers, responded slowly, enfolded his lips, deepened the kiss, and began to kiss wetly.

Lips and teeth intertwined.

He seems to be savoring the delicacy with restraint.

Lin Yan panted and stretched out his hand.

then……

But Xie Moyu pinched his wrist in mid-air.

The two gasped and looked at each other.

Waking up like a dream.

"OK! Card!"

The assistant director gestured far away: "Perfect!"

Even though this paragraph is over, the slight teasing and touching still stopped on the skin.

Xie Moyu lowered his eyes, slowed down, bent his long legs and stood up, looked at Lin Yan with those dark eyes, and slightly bent the corners of his lips.

"I'm leaving. Teacher Lin together?"

He was referring to bathing together.

Lin Yan shook his head: "No."

Lin Yan was still sitting on the lawn, staring fixedly at his back, wiping the faint water marks on his lips with his fair index finger.

In the distance, Xie Moyu was holding a coat, with a nearly perfect silhouette, a white back with a beautiful curvature, water droplets crawled on it, it was still wet, and it was shining in the setting sun.

The executive director asked, "Where did Mr. Xie go?"

Lin Yan shook his head, stood up from the grass, shook the grass clippings and sand on his wet cotton shirt, and said, "Go to the locker room."

The executive director nodded: "Oh."

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At night, the temperature drops slightly.

The crew set up a few tents on the river bank and spent the night here.

The setting sun sank inch by inch toward the end of the valley, and the vast river surface was sparkling. The staff was inflating the air cushion under the tent, and the little boy followed several girls from the crew to take pictures around.

The executive director and Lin Yan stood by the river, looked at the video shot in the morning for a while, then went back to watch it, and pondered over and over again.

The assistant director said: "The filming of the group scenes in the afternoon is almost finished."

Lin Yan picked up the kettle and took a sip of water: "Yes."

"Sleeping here is too much trouble." The assistant director looked at the staff who were busy setting up tents not far away, and said, "Why don't you go back to the hotel?"

Lin Yan asked: "Do you want to go back?"

The assistant director said: "The hotel is more comfortable."

Lin Yan said: "In addition to the group play, we also have to shoot the sunrise tomorrow morning, so we can't go back to the hotel in time."

The assistant director nodded and left: "Then let's go to the tent. Let's make do for one night."

Someone patted his shoulder lightly, Lin Yan looked back, and bumped into a pair of clear black eyes with long eyelashes.

"Are you done?" Xie Moyu invited him, "Go for a walk?"

Lin Yan paused, and after filming the kissing scene, for some reason, facing Xie Moyu, he had some unspeakable subtle feelings. He picked up the kettle, unscrewed it, took a sip of water, looked away, and said uncomfortably: " Where are you going?"

Xie Moyu pointed to the distance, and there was a path leading up to the river bank: "Over there."

"Mr. Xie, why did you go there?" Lin Yan looked over there, couldn't help laughing, and said, "It's such a remote place."

"Kissing scene with you, the stamina is too strong, I have to take my time, so I just walk around." Xie Moyu looked sideways and asked him, "What about you?"

"What am I?" Lin Yan was taken aback.

"How do you feel?" Xie Moyu lowered his eyelashes and curled his lips: "Mr. Lin, is it comfortable for me to kiss? Hmm?"

Lin Yan almost choked on him, a wave of heat steamed up, and his ears felt faintly hot.

For a moment, he looked sideways at Xie Moyu, his Adam's apple slipped, and then suddenly said: "It's very soft."

Xie Moyu: "?"

Lin Yan looked at him, smiled, and whispered, "Your lips are very soft."

Xie Moyu:

Someone's provocative powers cannot be underestimated.

This time it was his turn to run out of words.

Lin Yan regretted it as soon as he finished speaking, because the two quickly fell into an atmosphere that made it difficult to breathe.

No one knew how to speak or what to say.

Xie Moyu, on the other hand, took his water bottle unhurriedly, screwed the lid on for him, and said, "Let's go. I'll take you to see it. The scenery here is beautiful, but it's a bit cold."

The two climbed up along a small path under the river valley, and came to the flat ground at the foot of the snow-capped mountain, all the way silent.

This place is at the foot of the Snow Mountain. It was originally an unpopular tourist area, but it has no historical background. There are not many tourists on weekdays, and the population is sparse. After walking for a while, I saw a monument that I don't know what it is - marked with the altitude , with a thermometer to mark the temperature.

At night, 14 degrees.

Lin Yan curled up his fingers: "It's so cold here. But the scenery is nice."

Xie Moyu nodded, and warmed Lin Yan's hand with his long fingers: "Yes. I liked this kind of place when I was writing songs."

Lin Yan was taken aback, and said, "Teacher Xie knows a lot. Write a song for your first love?"

Xie Moyu's side face was in the thick ink-like night, like cold jade, with an air of alienation from the world, he turned to look at Lin Yan, his dark and clear pupils were glowing with the halo of moonlight and snow .

"I want to write to you too."

This area resembles some kind of small town, with Tibetan-style buildings, long white walls covered with gray and black tiles, and an old woman holding a lamb shaking her bell.

After walking for a long time, the two saw a horse wind flag in the cold air, with bells hanging under the colorful cloth strips, under the white mist, it was very ethereal.

There was the tinkling of silver bells in the air, spreading far away.

As they approached, the two stopped.

"Uh..." Lin Yan's thick black eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Many tourists have been here." Xie Moyu said: "The card under the bell is written with prayer sentences."

The tree is very big, with dense branches and leaves. The whiskers of the banyan tree float in the mid-air at night. There is the sound of bells striking, very ethereal, with an indescribable smell. The bells are tied to a red lucky bag, which is made of a red satin The belt is tied to the branch, and it sways gently with the evening wind.

"What's this for?" Lynn asked.

"Praying tree." Said a local man sitting under the tree.

"What do you mean?"

"People who come and go can write their wishes and what they want to say on paper rolls, put them in red envelopes, and hang them on this banyan tree."

"Spiritual?" Xie Moyu paused and asked, "Charge?"

"Five dollars a time."

The local girl picked up a small sign from the table with a QR code on it: "Thank you."

Lin Yan: "..."

Just as he was about to leave, he glanced around and realized that someone Xie had actually opened Alipay to scan the QR code.

"You still believe this." Lin Yan looked at his lowered head and focused gaze, and smiled lightly.

Xie Moyu lowered his head and wrote, and after a while, he said slowly: "It's not a wish. I want to write a sentence to someone."

He turned his back to Lin Yan, slightly blocking it.

The slender and well-articulated fingers moved slightly, and after a long time, it was written:

There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king, but the king does not know;

His handwriting is on light yellow letterhead paper, the strokes are somewhat connected, and the atmosphere gives people a mature and elegant feeling, and it is easy to fall in love with him at a glance.

After finishing writing, he picked up the note, raised his eyes, stared at Lin Yan quietly, and said slowly:

"Do you want to know what I wrote?"

The letter paper was lifted by Xie Moyu, it was not too thin, and it was faintly glowing.

His slightly connected handwriting can be vaguely read.

Lin Yan glanced down, then quickly looked away, raised his eyes, looked at Xie Moyu, and said, "Your secret?"

Xie Moyu said, "It is."

Lin Yan smiled lightly and said, "That's not necessary."

After he finished speaking, he stood under the tree, put one hand into the light gray pocket, raised his thin white chin, and looked at the red lucky bags on the banyan tree, and the copper bells collided in the wind.

Stories of strangers are contained in the bag, floating in the wind.

Xie Moyu didn't speak, bowed his head, rolled up the letter paper, put it into the red lucky bag, and tightened the string to seal it.

He stood beside Lin Yan, stretched out his hand, hooked his slender fingers to a tree branch, hung the lucky bag on the branch, tied a ribbon while saying, "If you want to know someday, just come and have a look."

Lin Yan paused, turned his eyes and asked Xie Moyu, "What do you want to know?"

Xie Moyu looked back, stared into his eyes, and said, "I want to know what's in the bag, I want to know what I wrote."

Lin Yan remained silent, his Adam's apple slipped, as if he had thought of something.

why?

Why should you know what he wrote.

The two looked at each other silently for a long time, one second, two seconds, no one spoke, it was very quiet, and the atmosphere gradually became a little subtle.

Xie Moyu let go of the branch hooked by him, the flexible branches bounced upwards, and the bells jingled, in this quiet night, it was extraordinarily ethereal.

A gust of wind blew by, and it was as cool as the moonlight.

Lin Yan's eyes were illuminated by the oncoming moonlight, and felt a little cool and moist.

"Maybe one day you will want to know. Of course you may never care." Xie Moyu stared at him, his voice slightly lowered: "It depends on you."

Lin Yan looked back at the branch.

Pointing in the direction of the North Star, hangs a copper bell.

A bonfire is lit by the river at night.

The dots of flames shone in the darkness and gradually grew larger. The faint sound of the tide swept in, and the wet sound seemed to eat away at the mulberry leaves. The tent was set up on the bank of the river, and the firelight reflected half of the person's face, half-bright and half-dark.

Lin Yan didn't know what Xie Moyu wrote.

But that was his secret.

Are friends' secrets suitable for sharing?

Lin Yan has little experience in making friends, so he couldn't help thinking about it seriously, and felt that maybe he should care about it, but he couldn't help feeling that this was not his style.

Getting along requires a sense of proportion and boundaries.

He looked at Xie Moyu's side face. Under the firelight, his tall nose bridge and eyelashes cast light shadows.Once this Mr. Xie was silent, he suddenly became unfathomable—it's a bit strange to describe it that way.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Yan asked him.

"What's the matter?" Xie Moyu casually threw an unknown plant into the fire and watched the small flame rise.

Lin Yan was silent.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about a question." Xie Moyu looked into the distance, the horizon, the river valley with a crescent moon hanging in the sky.

"What's the problem?" Lin Yan looked at his profile.

Xie Moyu suddenly turned his head and looked at him quietly.

Lin Yan was wearing a white T-shirt, which was quite loose, and the collarbone line showed through the neckline, which was a bit seductive, but he didn't notice it himself, and just listened quietly to Xie Moyu, waiting for him to speak.

Xie Moyu thought to himself, sometimes his director Lin is too obedient, such as now, this state really makes people want to bully him.

Lin Yan sat cross-legged on the ground with long legs, like a cat, quietly turned his head to look at him.

He was wearing gray sweatpants, his legs were long and thin and white, his eyes were star-like, bright and cold, his fair skin seemed to be glazed under the moonlight, his nose bridge was straight, like porcelain, skinny and beautiful, but those eyes were clear Too much, lacking some of the emotions he wanted to see.

A warm touch on the ear.

Lin Yan tilted his head slightly.

Xie Moyu's slender fingers gently lifted a leaf that fell on the tip of Lin Yan's ear and hair. His expression was cold, and the cool leaf quickly blended into the thick night like ink.

Just at that moment, there was a kind of crisp and numb touch.

Xie Moyu approached slowly, very slowly, very slowly, as close as an inch, which became the distance of a kiss.

Lin Yan held his breath slightly.

Xie Moyu walked around his lips and kissed his ear unexpectedly.

It was very hot, very warm, and there was the sound of breathing suddenly.

Like panting.

Lin Yan's pupils shrank, and the numbness spread along the earlobe. He stood up suddenly, his chest heaved heavily, and he took a breath, and it took a while to subside slowly.

"what are you doing?"

Lin Yan slowed down, and slowly sat down again.

"How does it feel?" Xie Moyu asked him.

Lin Yan looked at him sideways and said, "You want to try too?"

"No." Xie Moyu looked at him and smiled softly: "I just noticed that there are some buttons in your ears? Every time you kiss, you stand up."

Lin Yan was taken aback: "Is this what you are thinking about?"

He couldn't help laughing.

Xie Moyu nodded, then shook his head again, his deep and beautiful eyes turned to Lin Yan, smiled, and said, "There is one more question."

"What?" Lin Yan looked at him with bright eyes.

Xie Moyu looked at Lin Yan, and after a while, stretched out his arms and scratched Lin Yan's white neck affectionately, like a cat. He looked at Lin Yan, smiled lightly, but remained silent.

——I was thinking, what do you think of me?

The unpredictable Mr. Xie stood up, put his coat on his shoulders, and whispered: "I'm leaving. Good night."

Lin Yan stared at his back.

What does he mean.

Lin Yan didn't understand, but the backs of people from afar were vaguely lonely in the dark night.

As soon as he left, another person came by the campfire.

The assistant director came over with a water bottle.

"Teacher Xie rests so early?" The assistant director looked at the direction he was leaving, asked himself and answered, "That's right, I'm too tired from filming during the day."

Lin Yan stared at his leaving back, vaguely aware of a different atmosphere.

But it doesn't make sense.

"By the way, Director Lin." The assistant director approached and said, "The news about the role change has been released. I think the response is good."

"How to say?" Lin Yan picked up a small wooden stick and threw it into the fire.

I followed Xie Moyu for a long distance in the evening, his white sneakers were stained with mud, Lin Yan had a slight obsession with cleanliness, and gently scraped off with a small wooden branch, listening to the assistant director chattering beside him.

"They said you are a good match." The assistant director said with a smile: "Choose a date and directly announce the stills?"

Lin Yan remained silent, and repeated after a while: "Are we a good match?"

"Yeah." The assistant director touched the back of his head: "There will be an atmosphere at that stop, and there is no need to act at all."

A few more people came from a distance, holding flashlights.

Lin Yan lowered his eyes, his cold white jaw was illuminated by the high beam, and he felt a little lonely.

The bonfire is getting more and more lively.

Xie Moyu is not there.

It's strange, it seems that without such a person, sitting here by himself becomes boring.

Lin Yan stood up, patted the dust off his trousers, and got into the tent not far away.

The top zipper of the tent is open, revealing the starry sky.

He half closed his eyes, starlight illuminated his cold pupils, for a moment, he lowered his eyes, and then clicked on the automatic push notification on his phone.

During the day, the staff released the news that "Food Color" has changed to a male second, and it became a hot search:

#If "食色" double hero is Lin Yu#

"If your cp went overseas to act in a same-sex movie, would you go crazy?"

Below is a small CP video edited by the previous fire, which was released by the propagandists to test their attitude. If everyone accepts it well, then the crew can directly announce the cast and put on makeup photos when the time is right.

It was a hot search that day, clicked on it, and there were many comments: "The news is reliable, I really have to change people!"

"There is something wrong with them, are they going to be together..."

"Originally I hated homosexuality, but if it was the two of them, it would be really nice."

"Yes, Linyu is real! Please see the timeline!!"

CP fans danced wildly, and some people even left long pictures and wrote various analysis papers, talking about how the two of them got together, and how they matched well.

There is also a fortune-telling account, which said that Xie Moyu is the peach blossom in Lin Yan's life.

peach blossom..?

Lin Yan:

He almost choked, but his mind was distracted, and he couldn't help recalling Xie Moyu's eyes, slightly lost in thought.

It's pretty.

He was a little embarrassed.

Or maybe not embarrassment.

A certain uneasy atmosphere enveloped him, he thought for a while, and felt that he wanted to say a few words to Xie Moyu.

Or maybe more than just saying a few words.

After turning off the phone, he tried his best to be calm, turned over, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

His bed seemed to be leaking air.

Under the tent is an inflatable mattress, which was bought by the theater staff. Lin Yan sat up and took a closer look. There was a real air leak, and the cool breeze was hissing.

The air mattress may have been scratched during transportation. There was a small breach on the left side of the air mattress, and there was a faint sound of air leakage, and the air leaked out through the narrow seam.

Really bad.

Lin Yan opened the tent, got out, and walked a few steps in the direction of Xie Moyu, but soon he gave up.

Better to walk around.

He asked the assistant director for a flashlight, and suddenly wanted to go up to see the tree.

The time on the watch points to nine o'clock.

After walking a small path, about 10 minutes later, I passed the Temple of the General. The lights under the tree on the viewing platform were on. The shop set up by the locals had been taken away at some point, and the tree was covered with red lucky bags and bells. , The night is silent, and there are camel bells in the distance.

He raised his eyes and looked at the position of Polaris.

The lucky bag hanging under the tree seemed to belong to Xie Moyu, or maybe it wasn't.

He raised his head, hooked the treetop with his index finger, took off the bag, and was about to untie it when he heard a rustling sound.

Lin Yan let go of his hand suddenly, and the branch swayed slightly.

Looking back, it was just a kitten passing by.

He slowed down, reached for the branch again, and continued to try to untie the ribbon. The way the ribbon was tied was very special. There were two ties in total. Lin Yan tried to untie it. mild cough.

Lin Yan paused, let go of his hand, and looked back, someone not far away was watching him quietly.

The treetops shook for a while, and the bells rang non-stop.

The night was cold, Xie Moyu put a coat on his shoulders, and held it loosely with one hand. With a smile in his beautiful eyes, he looked at Lin Yan quietly, and said, "What a coincidence."

In the middle of the night, the lights are dark, and it must not be a coincidence to meet here.

But it's weird, right?

For some reason, Lin Yan said unnaturally, "Come out for a walk."

Xie Moyu looked at him from a distance, the branches swayed slightly, and the copper bells on the branches under the moonlight rang softly, he said: "And then came here?"

Lin Yan said: "Yes."

Xie Moyu looked at him and said, "Are you looking for my lucky bag?"

He took off his coat, put it on his shoulders, walked over, glanced at the treetops, and heard the sound of the shaking bell.His eyes were serious, but his tone was slightly teasing.

Lin Yan lowered his eyes and said, "No. Come out and enjoy the cool breeze."

Xie Moyu then nodded, his voice clear and light: "That's it."

I happened to film a kissing scene with him during the day.

The kiss took a long time to ferment, and the moment Lin Yan raised his eyes, the position he paid attention to first was very wrong.

Under the high bridge of the nose, the lips are thin but well-shaped, and the touch is wonderful when kissed.Lin Yan's reaction seemed a little slow, after so long, he remembered that kiss again.

Lin Yan vaguely sensed a bit of embarrassment. He didn't understand why he came here, and why he cared about this friend's little secret. All this made him feel at a loss and slightly flustered for no reason.

Xie Moyu glanced at him, then naturally embraced his shoulders, lowered his head, and looked into his eyes. After a long time, he said softly, "Go back."

Lin Yan said, "Yeah."

The two went back to sleep, and Xie Moyu walked back with his arms around his shoulders, even more like hugging - the posture was a bit intimate.

By this time, it was quite late.

There was no one along the way.

Lin Yan curled up in his tent, his air mattress had leaked to the point where only a piece of plastic remained.

"Uh..." He heard the sound of Xie Moyu opening the tent and going in to sleep, so he got out of the tent lightly and took a breath.

The people around the campfire were all gone. He looked around and thought, who should he find for a night?

Except for Xie Moyu, everything else is fine.

He went to find the assistant director's tent, knocked outside, and said, "Director Chen."

The assistant director opened the tent and said, "What's wrong?"

He seemed to have just fallen asleep, not asleep, but still awake.

Lin Yan lowered his voice and said, "My air mattress is scratched, can I make do with it for one night?"

The assistant director glanced at his tent, he has a big heart and a fat body.

The 1.3-meter bed is a bit crowded for two people.

The assistant director scratched his head and said, "Okay, but why don't you ask Xiao Xie?"

Lin Yan was taken aback, and said in a low voice, "Why are you looking for him?"

The assistant director was a little surprised and said, "He's thinner than me... Hey, are you guys having a fight?"

Lin Yan frowned, lowered his eyes and said, "What are you talking about?"

The assistant director smiled and said, "Don't you two have a good relationship? Don't you like Teacher Xie very much?"

Lin Yan paused.

He became a little oversensitive to certain words.

He said: "He's asleep, don't bother him."

Assistant director:

I fell asleep too.

This, this, do you look at the face?

Lin Yan coughed dryly, and not long after, he heard the sound of the tent curtain being pulled open, Xie Moyu came out and said, "Director Lin?"

A slightly lower voice, very magnetic.

Lin Yan:

The assistant director got out of the tent, stood up, turned to look at him, and said happily: "Hey, that's right. Director Lin Yan's air mattress is leaking, can you make do with it for one night?"

Xie Moyu laughed lowly.Lin Yan looked over and saw that he was sitting there with his back facing the bright, warm and scorching bonfire, pulling out the tent, and said in a slightly lower voice, "Come and sleep."

The tone actually carried a gentle order, and familiar intimacy.

Lin Yan:

Seems irresistible.

On summer nights, there is no need to cover the quilt. Lin Yan approached the tent, and heard the sound of wet waves in his ears, and the river rushed to the distance by washing away the pebbles.

Xie Moyu was wearing a racerback vest, with slender arms and legs, his fair skin was dazzled by the flames, and his beautiful muscular silhouette was almost scorching hot.

He moved in and asked Lin Yan, "Do you want to sleep inside or outside?"

Lin Yan said, "Outside."

Xie Moyu retreated inside.

In a narrow space of 1.3 meters, two adults can lie down.

Lin Yan lay down slowly. He was wearing a loose white T-shirt and gray sweatpants. When he moved a little, the skin of his calf could easily rub against Xie Moyu's equally bare calf. There was an indescribable feeling.

Xie Moyu's figure is very beautiful, tall and has just the right muscles, very sexy, the type that many men appreciate.

Lin Yan is certainly no exception.

Just admiring from a distance and lying down to sleep together, the feeling is really different.

The two slept together, apart from being crowded, there was also an indescribable sense of intimacy.

Lin Yan was a light sleeper, and the body temperature of the people around him seemed to be on the high side, very hot.Sweating faintly, Xie Moyu suddenly turned over, and the two faced each other, with only an inch of distance left, their noses almost facing each other.I don't know if it's because of falling asleep, Xie Moyu suddenly hugged Lin Yan as if hugging a pillow. He fell asleep, and a certain breath penetrated into Lin Yan's heart.

The two face each other.

so close.

Lin Yan looked at his eyelashes, reached out to touch them, and retracted them after a while.

He suddenly remembered that he didn't know where he saw it, saying that eyelash masters are all handsome guys.

Mascara.

Xie Moyu suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him.

Four eyes facing each other.

Lin Yan:

Xie Moyu: "What are you doing?"

Lin Yan: "..."

Xie Moyu looked at him and said, "Mr. Lin, are you sneaking up on me?"

Lin Yan said lightly: "Shut up."

Xie Moyu looked at his reddened pinnae, laughed, and said, "Then why are you touching my eyelashes? And when filming, I remember that the script didn't say that the kiss started from the eyes."

Lin Yan:

He turned over and turned his back to Xie Moyu.

There was heat on the waist, and an arm pressed up.

Xie Moyu wrapped his arms around his waist, pressed against him from behind, and buried his face in the back of his neck.

A worker passes by.

The shadows of the two of them were illuminated by the bonfire and fell on the tent. They were in very ambiguous poses.

This picture is so beautiful, with a click, the staff passed by and took a photo.

at the same time.

in the tent.

The temperature in summer is high. At night, two people sleep in a tent, which is really hot.

There is someone thanking someone like a stove beside Lin Yan.

The arm on the waist was a little heavy, and he pressed against the neck to breathe lightly. For a moment, Lin Yan felt a little strange.

Fortunately, it was only for a moment.

Lin Yan said: "You can't sleep if you don't hug something."

Xie Moyu:

Lin Yan: "It's hot, stay back."

Xie Moyu:

After a long time of no response, Lin Yan looked back and saw that he had fallen asleep.

Lin Yan:

He breathed evenly, closed his eyes, had a straight nose, long and curled eyelashes, and slept well.

Lin Yan gently found the mobile phone from the side of the tent, picked it up, set the alarm clock, put it on the side of the pillow, and closed his eyes.

Perhaps, he thought, sleeping together was some kind of ritual of fellowship between friends of the same sex?

It's just that thanking someone is too clingy.

The next morning, when the sky was bright, the alarm clock rang. Lin Yan quickly turned off the alarm clock in order not to wake him up. The people around him were drenched in sweat, their vests were soaked, and they slept with their eyes closed and didn't realize it.Lin Yan caught a glimpse of his situation from the corner of his eye and felt slightly embarrassed.He moved forward silently and opened the tent.

The sky was a little bit brighter.

Xie Moyu was also awakened by the light. He put his legs up to prevent him from seeing him.

Lin Yan noticed the noise, was startled, and looked back at him.

Xie Moyu looked not sober, narrowing his eyes slightly to look at him.

The two faced each other, Xie Moyu blinked and said, "Morning."

Lin Yan: "Morning."

Lin Yan opened the tent and said, "You sleep first, I will take pictures of the sunrise."

But Xie Moyu got up somehow, and followed behind him like a little tail. The two stood on the river bank not far away to watch the scenery.

At this time, it was still early, the sky was white in the early hours of the morning, and there were faint stars on the top of the mountain. The village was halfway up the mountain, and the sound of cocks and dogs could be heard from a distance, and the sound of the tide was very quiet.

The staff adjusted the aircraft position on the river bank.

This is an empty scene, only the scene of the girl washing clothes by the river, the sunrise, and the infected river is full of light.

"Sleepy?" Lin Yan asked.

"A little bit." Xie Moyu stood beside him, rubbed his eyes, put his arm on his shoulder, and said, "I didn't do anything last night, did I?"

"What do you think?" Lin Yan looked back at him and said, "What do you want to do?"

Xie Moyu regained consciousness and looked at him with a smile in his amber eyes. He leaned closer and said, "It's hard to say. Director Lin, you are too good-looking to sleep with you."

Lin Yan pulled the corner of his lips, turned his head, and said, "Don't worry, you slept soundly last night."

"Really." Xie Moyu looked at him and said, "I like to hug things when I sleep. I didn't have a quilt yesterday. How did I sleep?"

Lin Yan looked at him quietly, and found that he really didn't seem to remember.

"You hugged me."

Lin Yan said that the hair on his forehead was blown back by the wind, revealing his smooth and fair forehead. He pulled on the cable of his gray coat, turned around expressionlessly, walked forward, and patted the photographer on the shoulder.

The two were talking, and seemed to be talking about shooting for a while.

Xie Moyu stared at him from a distance, raised his thin lips slightly, and smiled briefly.

He turned around and went back to the tent, took the kettle inside to fill it with hot water, filled it up for Lin Yan, made his favorite tea, and tightened the lid of the thermos cup.

The shooting of empty shots is generally landscapes or scenery, snow, lake water, sunlight, branches, etc., which play the role of rendering and metaphor. The empty shots in Lin Yan’s movies are very beautiful, with an indescribable feeling. Very moody.

He himself has high demands on this.

Lin Yan told the photographer what effect he wanted to achieve for a while, and lowered his head to help him adjust the camera. The photographer began to test shoot according to his request.

"OK, action."

As Lin Yan said, he turned and went back to the temporary shed.

Outside the field, the photographer started to shoot, a long shot, the sunrise, the wide river, and then gradually zoomed in, looking down, the focus fell on the small black duck on the river.

The little black teal plunged headfirst into the water and disappeared, its ripples spreading out in circles.

The 1-minute shot was shot quickly.

Lin Yan looked at the screen on the monitor, picked up the walkie-talkie, said a card, he picked up the thermos cup on the table, unscrewed it with his thin white fingers, and was startled for a moment.

cup?

Who brought it here for him?

Even installed hot water, the water temperature is just right, and the fragrance of Baiya Qilan spreads.

He thought of a certain guy named Xie, he was a little lost in thought, took a sip of tea, and then heard whispers not far from the shed:

The two staff were discussing: "Yesterday Director Lin and Teacher Xie Moyu shared the same bed, I'm dead!!"

"Hey, I saw the shadows of the two of them, hugging and sleeping, Teacher Xie Moyu is so spoiled!"

"Hmm..."

"It's so blissful to eat the live version, ahhh."

Lin Yan:

The morning is the most awake time, Ben almost forgot, but at this time, he remembered the ambiguity of last night again.

Terrible.

Suddenly a hand was placed on his shoulder, Lin Yan looked down, the hand was white and skinny, with slender joints.

Xie Moyu is here.

"Director Lin." He pulled a chair aside, sat beside him, and said, "When is the next show?