He Shu Twilight [Entertainment]

After returning to the country, He Muguang and He Shu got tired of it for a few days and were about to devote themselves to the promotion work of "Ji". There were so many noises everywhere that they were exhausted enough to die.

"To be honest, what I hate the most every time is the promotional period."

"Hey," He Chengling knocked on his desk, "Your director is still here, can you save me some face after I leave!"

"That's what I told you." He Muguang laid his head on the sofa, "After this variety show is over, I'll go for a massage and relax."

"Don't relax anymore," He Chengling said, "Hurry up and shoot more movies. If you can hold on like Lin Shen, you will definitely be better than Lin Shen."

He Muguang knew that the next play was very important, so if he acted well, he would go one step further. If it was not good, he would be ridiculed by the crowd. "Brother Zhang also handed me a few notebooks a few days ago, and I'm reading them, so I still have to pick and choose."

"Yeah. The book really needs to be read carefully. I remember that Wen Sixin is preparing a new film. You can take a look."

Wen Sixin is one of the few female directors in the industry. She is very capable, especially good at shooting characters, and her camera work is also very special.

"Brother Zhang didn't give me Sister Wen's book, maybe she thinks I'm not suitable."

"I met her that day and heard what she said. I guess the casting has not started yet, so I can just wait."

"What about you?" He Muguang asked, "When do you plan to shoot new ones?"

He Chengling rubbed his temples, "I don't even have a set script."

There are two meanings to his words. He doesn't like too much, and what he likes is often hard bones. Most of them can't stand his powerful style.Whether it is "Ji" or "Like Home", He Twilight has hardly seen the screenwriter in it a few times.

"Besides," He Chengling smiled ambiguously, "Even if I shoot a new one, I won't ask you to act in it. The things about the two of us are getting more and more crazy in the circle. First love."

"Come on," He Muguang sneered, "Obviously I'm at a disadvantage, I'm afraid He Shu will make me kneel on the washboard."

He Chengling thought seriously, "Actually, I think it is more likely that he will let you do math problems."

"..."

He Twilight: "I think this possibility is quite high."

He Muguang had already finished reading the notebooks that Zhang Sheng brought over, picked two out, and raised his head to ask, "When will Wang Luoshan's new play start?"

Although he originally didn't intend to make a costume drama in the next film, he thinks that the book "The Marquis of Thousands of Miles" is not bad. The general died at the hands of the monarch, and he doesn't teach the world to see his gray hair.Dramatic and sad, interesting.

"Probably in April. Director Liu's "Linkong" you picked is too late. It should be filmed in June or July. It's been half a year, which is a bit long."

He Muguang was a little helpless, and remembered Wen Sixin's new play that He Chengling mentioned a few days ago. He and Wen Sixin had also worked together, and they were indeed an excellent director. "He Chengling said that Sister Wen is going to shoot, do you know the news?"

"Director Wen?" Zhang Sheng shook his head, "I haven't heard the news yet, but Director He is really nice to you, he can tell you everything."

"Except that he won't let me touch his notebook." He Muguang added quietly.

"You really want to be in Wen Sixin's play?

"The last time He Muguang filmed this, he played a young man on the verge of drug addiction, but he was the third male, and was also ordered by Wen Sixin to lose weight to skinny bones. He really suffered.

He Muguang nodded, "Yes. Sometimes I can't be cruel, so it's just right to let Sister Wen grind it."

"That's fine, I'll ask for you."

Three days after this conversation, Zhang Sheng came over with a new notebook. "You want, Wen Sixin's new play."

On the first page of the script, there are only a few large characters, "Traitor".

"Modern drama or ancient drama?"

"You can read it for yourself. I haven't read it yet. I don't think it will be an audition until two weeks later. Just send me a letter at the premiere of "Ji" tomorrow."

"Okay." He Muguang said OK, and then walked out of the house with Zhang Sheng.

"Eh?" Zhang Sheng didn't expect that the brat would send him out thoughtfully, and immediately said, "You don't have to send me, I'll go by myself."

"Oh," He Muguang smiled, "Brother Zhang, you misunderstood me."

He pointed to the opposite door, "I'm planning to go there."

Zhang Sheng: "..."

"Bah! White-eyed wolf!"

When He Muguang went in, he saw that the lights in the study room were on, and he didn't intend to go in to affect anything. He sat on the carpet and called Jin Mao to come over before he started to read the script.

"Traitor" is neither modern nor ancient, but the Republic of China era.In Shanghai, where good and bad people are mixed, the male lead he wants to audition for is a "traitor" who has been attacked from both sides and no one believes in him.The early stage is indeed full of drama, but in the later stage, it is more of an indescribable sense of absurdity.

He Muguang has always been slow to read paper things, even the not-too-thick audition script has been read for more than two hours, sketching and drawing without even noticing He's counting.

Finally, it was almost finished, He Muguang leaned back to relax his neck, but He Shu held the back of his neck and massaged his sore neck.

"Are you over?"

"En." He Shu nodded, "What's for dinner?"

"Don't eat." He Muguang shook his head and put the script aside. "I weighed myself yesterday and it seems to be a little heavier, so I still don't eat."

He Shu came around from behind the sofa, hugged him on his lap and sat across his lap, and kissed him on the chin, "If you're hungry, you'd better eat some."

He Muguang knew that he was worried about his health, and his meal time was always chaotic, and he could only be a little more regular when he was around He Shu.

His eyes were full of smiles, and countless morning stars fell into them.Stretching out his arms to embrace He Shu's shoulders, the distance between the two of them was shortened, "Actually, I have a good way to lose weight... Guess what?"

He Shu didn't speak, but the arms around his waist tightened a lot, showing his understanding with practical actions.

He Muguang looked down at the innocent golden retriever. "So, Mr. He, do you want to lock him in the living room or the study?"

"Study, living room, bedroom, it can be closed anywhere."

"?" He Muguang raised his eyebrows, "I don't mind, but Mao Mao is still young, seeing this...isn't that good?"

He Shu bit his earlobe, "Let's leave and go to the bathroom, shall we?"

As soon as these words came out, He Muguang remembered the shy and sensitive image completely reflected in the mirror, gasping as he rubbed his ears and temples, and the end of his eyes were red and muddy.

He felt resisted and stimulated at the same time, buried his head on He Shu's shoulder, and babbled. "I... my movie premieres tomorrow night, please lighten... don't leave traces outside."

"Don't worry," He Shu kissed him on the side of his neck, picked him up directly, crossed his long legs, and supported him with his hands.With a low smile, he said, "I only leave traces inside."

In the end, He Shu did exactly what he said, but he doubled it and returned it to other places, making He Twilight really want to die. He had no choice but to whimper and beg for mercy, and said all the shameful lines.

Also because of this reason, when Actor He was putting on makeup the next day, he looked in the mirror and unconsciously remembered what happened last night. One leg was placed on the sink, his waist was supported by the other party, and everything during the exercise was reflected in the mirror. Show everything.

"Twilight," said the makeup artist while applying the base makeup for him, "Why is his face so red suddenly, even the foundation can't cover it, do you have a fever?"

Before He Muguang could answer, He Shu, who was with him beside him, let out a low laugh.

He threw the cushion beside him into He Shu's arms, gritted his teeth and said, "No, it's just familiar."

"?" The makeup artist didn't understand what he said, but didn't ask any more questions and continued to make up.

After the makeup was finished, He Twilight walked over and pinched He Shu's chin. "What were you laughing at just now, huh?"

He put on makeup, which was naturally much thicker than usual for the shooting effect, so condescending, the sense of aggression was immediately highlighted, and the smell of the perfume with a musk tail note became more intense.

He Shu raised his hand to hold his wrist, and rubbed his fingers on the raised wrist bone, "It's nothing, just like you said, I think that mirror seems familiar."

He Twilight thought he couldn't do much with subtlety, so he let this topic go. "When the movie is over, our main creator will probably have to stay. Why don't you go first, go home and sleep for a while, and I'll ask Zhou Gu to take me back when it's over."

"I'll wait for you."

"Maybe," He Muguang smiled, "Then you come to my lounge and stay there first, I'll finish up quickly, and then go home together."

This time, He Muguang didn't pull Yin Su, but entered the venue with He Chengling, and was dragged by the host to chat about the creative process on stage. When the hour came, the screening began.

At the same time, countless people from all over the country walked into theaters to watch this internationally affirmed film.

Not long after He Muguang stayed in his seat, he bent over and sneaked to He Shu who was sitting a few rows behind.

He didn't do much else, he just hooked the other's hand with his fingers, and then he was pressed down and held it.

In a dark environment, everyone's eyes fell on the only screen that was on, and no one except the two of them knew that their fingers were intertwined, secretive and lingering.

He Muguang finally slipped back to his seat when there were more than ten minutes left in the movie. He Chengling next to him glared at him and just smiled ambiguously. Immediately afterwards, Director He left a mark on the other's leather shoes. shoe prints.

Can't it?He Muguang thought so, then bent down, and wiped off the marks on it bit by bit.

After the end, as expected, he was left for an interview again, and He Twilight tore off his tie as he walked to the lounge after dealing with all this.

"What?" He Chengling looked at his impatient look, and snorted coldly, "Is this Jinwu Zangjiao? The first time I saw you interviewed so little."

"That's right," He Muguang gave him a wink, "A-Jiao is waiting for me! I don't have time to spend with you lonely people."

"Get off!" He Chengling felt that this guy could become a big weapon because others would drag him forward desperately, and he would give up everything for the sake of a man. "Film Emperor He, that's all you pursue."

"With a beauty in your arms, life is enough. Why ask for anything else? Chengling, you are still too young."

He Chengling: "..." I have a dirty word, I don't know if I should say it or not.

I heard it's not true