The actor's little sweetheart is soft and flirtatious

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In order to increase the sense of realism, a thick layer of finely shredded confetti was laid on the shooting site to act as snow. The boy, with his long white hair loose, lay flat in the "snow" naturally, with his hands neatly folded on his lower abdomen. At first glance, Like a beautiful elf taking a nap in the snow.

Under the light, Fu Wangzhi's eyelashes drooped slightly, and the long eyelash feathers cast a shadow on the eyelids. His bottomless black eyes met those eyes that were as bright as glazed glass. At this moment, Fu Wangzhi inexplicably remembered I saw the scene of seeing each other for the first time at the gate of the city.

Outside the crowd, the boy stood alone by the side of the city gate, the soft warm sun fell, and it seemed that a thousand zhang rays of light bloomed on his body. He was obviously dressed in ordinary clothes, but he was as dazzling as the brightest star in the night sky. You can notice him from the crowd.

"Teacher Fu?"

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a while, his glazed eyes showed a trace of doubt.

Fu Wangzhi pursed his lips, stepped forward with his long legs, and lay down beside him expressionlessly.

Seeing this, the book moved consciously, moved its fluffy little head to his chest, then raised its head and softly asked: "Mr. Fu, is this okay?"

Suddenly there was a ball in his arms, accompanied by the familiar faint milky scent, Fu Wangzhi's body froze, and his mind went blank for a moment.When he touched the other party's clear and bright eyes, he frowned slightly, and a trace of regret rose in his heart.

He always seems to lose his mind in front of the children?

"Teacher Fu?"

The book found that the man had been distracted since he came back from the bathroom. Thinking of the other person's health, he worried: "Are you okay?"

Fu Wangzhi let out a sigh of relief, his expression returned to his usual indifference, "It's okay."

The photographer looked at the camera and frowned and shouted: "You two get closer, Mr. Fu, you hug the book, and you have to show the happiness of hugging your true love, understand?"

"...?" Chuqing, who had already buried his head in Fu Wangzhi's chest, couldn't help raising his head to look back at him, and asked in confusion, "How can you be happy when everyone is dead?"

Photographer: "..."

The corner of the photographer's mouth twitched, annoyed: "Then what should you say?" He wasn't angry, but he was just used to talking casually.

Book Qing frowned his beautiful thin eyebrows, thought for a while, and said seriously: "It's a pity to be satisfied."

A soft voice spoke in the studio: "Although Yan Baizhi and Yan Baichen are not related by blood, but they were born at that time, they are destined to have love but they cannot express it to each other."

"Later, the younger brother married far away, and the elder brother resolutely followed and protected him, but he was embarrassed and humiliated by the bad guys everywhere. The two lived in dire straits, and later, the bad guys were punished. They should have been able to run towards the light together. Brother But he felt that his body was dirty and he had no face to face his brother, and he committed suicide in front of his brother."

The book paused, and then continued: "My brother is dead. The brother who loved him deeply did not want to live alone. In the end, he used the same long sword as his brother to kill himself. It can be seen how much my brother longs to be with him in his heart. .”

The photographer was fascinated by the sound, and said in a daze, "Yes, there is nothing wrong with it, and finally being able to hug each other to death, isn't that a kind of happiness for my brother?"

Bo Qing shook his head, "No, this is not happiness, this is the satisfaction of regret."

"After going through so much, being able to die with my brother in my arms, my brother is undoubtedly satisfied, but he also regrets why he didn't express his heart earlier, so that his brother couldn't hear the deep feelings in his heart when he died. Say 'I love you'."

After a few words, the audience was silent.

Indeed, Yan Baizhi and Yan Baichen were born in the troubled times of feudalism, and the two are clearly in love but unable to express it, which is a painful thing in itself.

Later, Yan Baizhi was forced to marry far away, and Yan Baichen asked to be by his side. First, he could not let go of his beloved, and second, he was completely disappointed with the decision made by his country.

What happened later was even more painful, making people miserable.

In the end, the two committed suicide. From a certain point of view, it was actually a kind of relief, a kind of newborn relief.

But no matter what, Yan Baichen was definitely not happy before his death, only regret and...satisfaction.

It's a pity that I didn't express my heart to my younger brother. I was satisfied to die with my younger brother and go to Huangquan Road together. From then on, the two are no longer alone.

Fu Wangzhi lowered his eyes, looked at the little fluffy head in his arms, and there was a strange light in his eyes.

A child who talks eloquently is like a shining gem, not only beautiful, but also dazzling.

I didn't expect that the kid, who had never acted before and was still young, could analyze the characters so thoroughly.

This was an unexpected surprise.

...It's really exciting.

The photographer was convinced by the love affair, and Yan Baichen was regretful and satisfied in the end.

Boqing and Fu Wangzhi lay down again, the former obediently took the initiative to nest on the latter's chest, while the latter put his arms around his slender waist and shoulders.

Through layers of clothing, he could still feel the warmth of his hands. Fu Wangzhi looked unnatural for a moment, and closed his eyes.

Shooting begins.

The eyes of the two lying down were closed. One had loose long white hair that almost merged with "snow", which was breathtakingly beautiful; Originally beautiful facial features.

Beside the two of them, a blood-stained long sword was half submerged in the "snow", and a few drops of blood dyed the "snow" brightly, like delicate and beautiful flowers blooming in the sun with poignant love.

Such a picture is silently filled with sadness and touching.

"Crack, click..."

The camera in the photographer's hand couldn't stop at all, and kept shooting from all angles.

"Pound~pound~pump~"

Amidst the sound of the shutter, the book heard the man's powerful heartbeat, which made his ears itchy and hot.

He closed his eyes and whispered, "Mr. Fu, your heart beats so fast."

Fu Wangzhi's body was slightly stiff. Although it was rumored that he had no desire and no love, he was a normal man after all. The soft body exuding a faint milk fragrance in his arms made it somewhat difficult for him to control himself.

"Pound thump ~ thump thump ~"

"It's faster," Bo Qing was a little surprised, "Mr. Fu, are you afraid?" His heart beat fast when he was scared before, but it seems that there are times when he is not afraid.

"..." Fu Wangzhi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his slightly hoarse voice was tinged with embarrassment, "Shut up."

Bo Qing is not afraid of him now, but Hao Lai did not continue to ask, and only whispered in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, just bear with it a little longer." When he was shooting alone just now, he didn't shoot for long. .

Fu Wangzhi: "..." He didn't want to talk.

The photo was taken smoothly, and half an hour later, with the photographer's unsatisfactory "stop work", Fu Wangzhi breathed a sigh of relief, and he let go of his shoulders, waiting for the other party to get up first.

The book lover patted his chest gently, and whispered as if comforting: "Okay, the filming is over." Don't be afraid.

He secretly added something in his heart, and then stood up first.