He Shu Twilight [Entertainment]

No matter how unconventional people are, they will inevitably be cliche during the New Year. For example, He Twilight, who thinks he is not vulgar at all, is now watching the Spring Festival Gala on the sofa.

He didn't wear invisibility, squinted his eyes to see the red flowers and willows on it, and sneered, "To be honest, I can only show my only literary accomplishment when I watch the Spring Festival Gala." He also attended the Spring Festival Gala last year, so it doesn't feel good It's so beautiful, everything is supported by the face.

"What?" He Shu secretly calculated the area of ​​the venue and the arrangement of seats, and lowered his head when he heard his words.

"What else could it be?" He Twilight yanked at his collar and forced him down until the distance was close enough for his lips to touch.He raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of presumptuous smiles.

"—Every year has today, and every year has today."

He Shu knew that what he was implying was not just the same Spring Festival Gala, but also a deeper meaning, expressed through actions.He has no words to express, only to seal it with a kiss.

Leaving Yuecheng, returning to Pingjing, and finishing the recent chores, He Twilight is going to Germany to work hard for the Berlin International Film Festival.

"Mr. He," He Twilight rubbed back and forth in the number of houses, looking at the Mediterranean dome he crazily loves, "I found that we really get together less and leave more, and we have to leave again just after the New Year's Eve Already!"

"Come here." Sitting on the edge of the bed, He Shu waved to He Twilight who was standing on the ground shaking his head and twisting himself into a ball.

"Your Majesty," this beckoning successfully aroused He Twilight's desire to perform, he immediately took two steps back, his brows and eyes were serious, making Zhou Zheng's clear face sharper and firmer.

"Although a minister is humble, he learned the principles of filial piety and honesty from Confucius and Mencius since he was a child, and was fortunate enough to stand in the court. He should follow the words of the saints and protect the eternal stability of the country. How can he go beyond the rules and enter the emperor's couch?"

As soon as He Shu heard it, he understood that He Twilight was addicted to drama and started to play again. The preliminary judgment was that he was a good man, a loyal minister, and a young talent. As for his role... well, according to He Twilight's description, it was probably a plan The bastard emperor who pulls young talents into bed.

In fact, if you say so, it seems to be almost the same as the actual situation.

He Shu stretched his posture a little more, propped his hands on the bed, and looked innocently, "What's the meaning of Aiqing? Didn't you say that the king wants your minister to die and the minister has to die? Now I don't even want to kill you in the slightest." , It’s just... the friendship between the monarch and his subjects sleeps on their feet, and all the emperors and virtuous ministers of the Ming Dynasty are like this, why go beyond the rules?”

He Muguang almost went crazy when he heard that "the friendship between the monarch and his subjects sleeps on their feet". He felt that it is a beautiful thing to have such a partner, who can accompany him to explain knowledge to the play, and who can... ...Only able to explain the posture to him.

He loves everything from the strands of hair to the nails all over his body, and he really wants to pounce on him, no matter what acting he does.

"Ai Qing?" He Shu looked at him dazedly, stretched out a hand, palm up, and raised his chin at him with a condescending and cold expression, "Come here. You said just now that you want to protect the country forever. A loyal minister, don’t you even listen to Gu’s words now?”

Really damn tempting!

He Muguang thought in his heart, actions were one step faster than words, and the moment he touched the opponent's palm, he realized that it was another self-inflicted trap.

He Shu dragged him over, let him sit on his lap, kissed his lips, pried open his lips and teeth easily, and kissed He Muguang's meaty and eighty-eight.

He Muguang couldn't help but leaned back, his waist was hooped, and delicate kisses fell on his neck.

He Shu was obviously still in the state, and between the kisses, he said quietly, "Gu just lied."

"Huh?" He Twilight couldn't keep up with his reaction now, and felt confused for a while.

He Shu smiled, turned around and pressed him on the bed, the hot and humid breath rippling in his ear with his hoarse voice. "A lonely person doesn't want the friendship between a monarch and his ministers, and sleeps with his feet on his feet. What he wants is that the spring night is short and he can't sleep without rest."

The mist is the sleeves and the jade is the crown, half ashamed and half enduring the cold.

Mediterranean-style room, modern sweater trousers, expression in semi-classical Chinese, ironing body temperature so close to negative distance, and historical wind and dust so far away that I don’t know when, they collide and intertwine, evaporate together with sweat and panting, and permeate the atmosphere. In the room, for a long time without end.

After arriving in Berlin, He Muguang, who just got off the plane, was blinded by the wind, and silently buttoned the coat he had unbuttoned to pretend to be aggressive, secretly glad that he was wearing a thick coat It's the right decision.

"Ah, ah, Xiao Jin," the stylist frowned when he saw him moving around, "Unbutton the buttons, there are media at the airport, if they catch you, they will embarrass you and go back to the country."

"..."

He Muguang felt that sometimes he really didn't know much about these fashion topics, but after seeing the stylist's fierce eyes, he still unbuttoned them silently, and then walked out of a beautiful and handsome posture in the airport snapshot.

"I remember that the last time I went to Munich, it wasn't so cold. This time, the temperature in Berlin is unstoppable!"

"My brother," Zhou Gu looked at him and rolled his eyes, "When was the last time you came, what month is it now?"

He Muguang thought about it for a long time, and then replied, "I don't remember how many months the last time, but I was with He Shu anyway, just go back and ask him."

Zhou Gu: "..." What is wrong with him, you have to ask him!Come on well, it's too much to show affection without the Berliners around, his little assistant didn't get a salary equal to the pressure he was under!

When He Muguang arrived at the hotel, he just packed up his things and was about to take a shower when he received a call from He Shu. After chatting for a while, he reported his safety, and just after hanging up the phone, he saw He Chengling's call again.

"Have you arrived at the hotel yet?"

"Here we are," He Muguang said as he walked to the bathroom, "I'm about to take a shower."

"Hey, He Twilight, pornography!"

"Why is it pornographic?" He Muguang smiled while turning on the water, "I didn't ask you to come and take a mandarin duck bath with me. Why do you call it a third-grade movie because you just love hygiene?"

He Chengling has never lost a battle with guns and tongues, and immediately replied: "You want me to take a mandarin duck bath with you, but I don't want to, okay? With your shabby figure, I have exhausted my eyes when I was filming." professionalism."

"Yes, yes, yes," He Muguang said, "I have a bad body, and some second-rate directors want me to do nude scenes. Are you planning to sell three discs for ten yuan?"

"I can't do this kind of thing," said the telegram

For movies, He Chengling will take a slightly more serious attitude, "Even if you say I am a second-rate director, I will not remake CDs and sell pirated copies. I am not a low-level director."

"Okay, Director He, stop talking nonsense with you, I really want to take a bath."

"You wash it," He Chengling greeted him, "I will find you in three or ten minutes, remember to open the door for me!"

"What?" It was supposed to be over, but He Muguang couldn't hold back, and said nonsense again, "Unspoken rules, Director He?"

He Chengling really convinced him, "Qianqianqian, you don't want to sleep tonight! Shit!"

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and let He Twilight, who felt that he was a little better, start taking a shower triumphantly.

Three or ten minutes later, He Muguang opened the door to He Chengling as promised, and sat back on the sofa by himself, "What's the matter?" He didn't ask if he was okay, after all, when they met, they talked all nonsense except for their serious work.

As expected, He Chengling did not disappoint He Twilight's deep understanding of the relationship between the two. He sat down on the carpet with a smile, leaned back against the sofa, raised his head and said, "Of course I miss you. How do you say that? If the sun doesn’t see you, it’s like three autumns.”

"Huh," He Muguang said blankly, "Disgusting."

He Chengling didn't turn back, put his legs lazily, and said slowly, "I feel sick too."

"Isn't it?" He Muguang was shocked, and pointed at the other party with trembling fingers, "After so many years, you finally know what kind of person you are?"

He Chengling glanced at him, "It's really time for you to join the group now. With your acting skills, it's a pity for the domestic TV drama industry not to be the male lead in the online drama where the thunder is rolling."

"Thank you! But to be honest, I don't have any dramas broadcast on the Internet. It's either movies or TV dramas. Variety shows are also on satellite TV."

"It's so fresh," He Chengling raised his eyebrows and smiled, "As soon as "Ji" is screened and the pirated version is released, all the domestic films currently shortlisted can be purchased online for two yuan. It's very convenient to see your own face."

"Hey, don't tell me that you are unhappy because of this, I can help you with other things, I can't help you!"

"I'm just talking," He Chengling sat up on the sofa with his hands on his hands, "there are too many messes at home, and it's really abnormal if you don't bother. Besides, what can you help me with? Waste!"

He Muguang, who was scolded innocently, felt broad-minded and didn't scold him, and rubbed Director He's head by the way, "Trash is trash, can you believe it or not, I have lived for so many years, and my biggest wish is to eat and wait to die to support the world Year."

He Chengling smiled, "No wonder he grabbed He Shu and didn't let go. This is the rhythm that I plan to live on for the rest of my life!"

"How can it be?" He Muguang raised his eyebrows ambiguously, "I regard him as the benefactor, father of the benefactor, do you understand?"

He Chengling didn't speak, and silently turned on the recording on the phone and showed it to him, "Add this paragraph to the one just now, actor He, how much do you plan to spend on it?"

He Muguang: "..." "Damn! He Chengling, your uncle!"

On the day when "Ji" was screened, He Muguang went to watch it and sat with He Chengling. The screen was still completely black. He Muguang went over to talk to him, "Tell me, why do I feel a little nervous?" It's the same as his daughter getting married, oh, yes, his daughter also has the same face as him.

"There's nothing to be nervous about." He Chengling has watched many movies these days, and his mind has become more peaceful. "Judging from the screenings, the best director should not be won, but the best actor can only be you."

He Muguang knew that besides Mo Ci, the only directors who could convince He Chengling were the few high-mountain flowers outside, so he just answered with a smile. "I honor your good words."

The screen lights up, and the melodious melody spreads out. Overlooking the dark mountains and rivers from above, the ink splashes out, and a word - "Ji" is slowly reflected.

I heard the glory is not mine alone