Although the plan was changed at the last minute, they were lucky that it had snowed heavily the night before. Lin Mo was picky and wanted to shoot real scenes, so the planning team had to hurry up and find a suitable location. Pei Tingsong would shoot the solo part first. Fang Juexia was arranged to wait in the waiting room, but somehow, he was not sleepy at all. He read the piece of paper in his hand several times.
[Please treat me with snow as much as you want.]
It was as if there was a voice in his heart that repeated this poem in his mind.
He always knew that he was born without much understanding of these romantic words and had no connection with literature. But strangely, Fang Juexia had a strange fantasy in his heart as he looked at the words written by Pei Tingsong.
But he lacked the ability to express himself and could not describe it.
Emotions and thoughts were really complicated. Things that could not be mathematically modeled and reasoned were very complicated.
Cheng Qiang brought hot milk and a down jacket. Fang Juexia put the piece of paper back into his front pocket and put on the black sweater that his assistant handed him. Cheng Qiang advised him to sleep a little more, as the rest of the shoot would be very difficult, but Fang Juexia knew that this was a rare opportunity. He wanted to shoot a good film, so he put on a jacket and went to the studio to observe.
Everyone surrounded Pei Tingsong. In order to satisfy the concept of spring, the lighting crew did their best to create a greenhouse full of warm light that shone on him.
"Xiao Pei was born to be in this bowl of rice," Cheng Qiang said. "But if he doesn't enter the industry, when the time comes to take over a company, he will definitely be the second generation of a tycoon who is on the hot search because of his good looks."
Fang Juexia nodded, but he could not imagine that scene. In his heart, Pei Tingsong and the stage seemed to be bound together.
However, it was true that he was tall and slender, and he had an attractive face. He was a typical representative of the Heavens giving him food to eat. Not only was the hardware in place, but he was also born with a strong sense of fashion expression. In other words, people with personality were very expressive.
The scene of Pei Tingsong standing in the glass greenhouse was already beautiful enough.
The group cameraman also followed along. Cheng Qiang felt that the two of them were not behaving in a friendly manner, so he nudged Juexia and whispered, "You should go and take a look at Xiao Pei too."
Fang Juexia was not very willing, but since he was pushed out by Cheng Qiang, he had no other choice but to bite the bullet and walk over.
"Adjust the lighting on the top of your head. Make it a face light." Lin Mo checked the screen and didn't even raise his head. "Let's try it first. Xiao Pei, do whatever you want. I'll try to grab it."
The greenhouse was decorated with all kinds of flowers. There were clusters of caramel-colored roses, pink tulips, and clematis. The endless sea of blue was mixed with bits and pieces of grape hyacinths.
Fang Juexia, wrapped in a light gray down jacket, quietly walked behind Pei Tingsong. He didn't know how to speak to him, and he didn't really want to either. With makeup on, he looked like a silent snow fairy.
Pei Tingsong's back was facing him. He glanced at the flowers and found a touch of white among the layers of flowers. It was almost squeezed to the innermost part by the other flowers. He reached out and gently pushed the other flowers aside. The straight green stems inside trembled.
He wanted to save this white flower.
"Very good." Lin Mo grabbed a few photos and checked them. Pei Tingsong's smile was very subtle and imperceptible. He was very satisfied with this feeling.
"Why did you choose this one?" Fang Juexia suddenly asked. Pei Tingsong only just noticed his presence. The flowers here were all freshly cut, so Pei Tingsong pulled out the white flower without hesitation. He pinched the stem with his fingertips and brought it to the tip of his nose. There was no ordinary flower fragrance, only a light vegetal scent.
He smiled and asked in return, "Why do you think?"
Fang Juexia lowered his eyes to look at the flower. This movement made his snow-white long eyelashes look like two trembling petals.
He vaguely sensed something.
"If I knew, I wouldn't ask." Fang Juexia looked up again.
Unexpectedly, Pei Tingsong raised his eyebrows and handed the flower over, but not to Fang Juexia, but to the side of his face, side by side with his face.
His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was looking at something.
However, Pei Tingsong didn't give any conclusion in the end. When he retracted his hand, the blooming flower brushed against Fang Juexia's jawline.
"I think you know." He raised his eyebrows, and his tone was confident and light. He retracted his hand, and the web between his thumb and forefinger of his left hand moved upwards to gather the scattered petals.
Fang Juexia admitted that he had never felt this kind of feeling before. This kind of push-and-pull was beyond his poor social skills. Pei Tingsong was a completely different person from him. When he was straightforward, he caught people off guard, but when he was roundabout, he was unpredictable.
He had to admit that this boy, who was three and a half years younger than him, was a master of games.
"Very good, you're in good shape." After taking a picture from the side, Lin Mo changed his angle and said to Pei Tingsong, "Be gentler, closer to the concept of spring."
Pei Tingsong's skepticism in his bones flared up again, but he said it with a smile. His smile really fit their so-called "concept".
"The concept of spring must be gentle?"
This sentence made the staff present a little stunned.
Fang Juexia also raised his head when he heard this and pulled himself out of his thoughts. He really admired this kind of personality that could express his views anytime and anywhere. It probably had something to do with the environment he grew up in.
After staying in an atmosphere of harmony for too long, skeptics had long lost their edge.
"When it comes to spring, it's gentle. The wind is warm and the sun is warm, winter is gone and spring is coming. It's like after winter's havoc, spring's warmth and blooming flowers have become a stereotype. It's quite boring. Can't you come up with a new concept? " After that, he glanced at Fang Juexia, "For example, the weak winter is imprisoned by spring and never sees the light of day again … something like that."
This glance was meaningful.
Lin Mo stood up straight and didn't say anything for a while. The other staff members didn't dare to say anything. Only the magazine editor and chief writer waiting on the side were happy. In addition, Star Map's team was famous for their ease in reviewing manuscripts. There were no taboos, so they were even happier.
After a while, he began to walk in circles, then suddenly stopped and asked Fang Juexia, "What do you think?"
This kind of photographer was not common. Most of the big shots in the industry were arbitrary, and Lin Mo was the same. However, probably because he was overturned by Pei Tingsong once, his threshold had been broadened.
"An aggressive spring," Fang Juexia said affirmatively, "I like this saying."
He wasn't just being obedient, he was really interested. Moreover, in his eyes, Pei Tingsong wasn't a good person. It was completely inconsistent with the warm spring setting.
"Do you know?" Lin Mo laughed and said to Pei Tingsong, "The last time I was at odds with her and successfully compromised, it was the Big Flower Queen. She has a high aesthetic standard and a proud temper."
Everyone understood the hidden meaning of this sentence, so they all breathed a sigh of relief.
Cheng Qiang's forehead was sweating. Although Pei Tingsong had a strong background, it was harder than walking on a tightrope to work with a fearless child like him.
The plan was changed again and again, and the final version was worlds apart from the original version. However, all the staff members present were convinced by Pei Tingsong's performance. After the official shooting began, Fang Juexia left the studio and stood next to the monitor.
Pei Tingsong sat on the ground lazily, one leg propped up and the other stretched out. Surrounded by flowers, he held a lonely snow-white flower in his hand. The camera panned from top to bottom. Pei Tingsong's hairstyle was fluffy, and a few strands of hair fell to the center of his eyebrows. When he looked up, the shape of his eyes was restrained and elongated, and the shadow at the corner of his eyes was almost touching the pink cherry blossom petals.
However, the aggression in his eyes was obvious, like a dangerous beast waiting to be hunted. Compared to the soft and fragrant flowers around him, this careless ruthlessness was even more obvious.
"Very good, your eyes are good." Lin Mo lowered his head and the camera zoomed in. The small mole under his eyes inexplicably added a sense of realistic desire. Pei Tingsong turned his face to the side and brought the half-opened flower to his mouth.
Fang Juexia watched quietly. He thought Pei Tingsong was going to kiss.
However, his lips just touched the flower lightly, and then he opened his mouth and bit the tender petal with his teeth. The corners of his mouth were upturned, like a beast that had successfully bitten through the artery of its prey. The joy of a successful hunt boiled in his eyes and blood.
The shutter kept clicking.
Fang Juexia was a little distracted. He could almost feel the dull pain of the petal when the ligand sank into the tip of his teeth.
He inexplicably felt a connection with a flower.
Lin Mo was quite satisfied. He was so satisfied that he didn't speak. He just kept clicking the shutter as Pei Tingsong's movements changed.
"Dear," Andy's voice appeared again, pulling Fang Juexia's thoughts back. He was holding a powder puff in his hand. "I've been looking for you for a long time. So you're here. The relationship in your team is really good. "
The relationship was really not very good. Fang Juexia's eyes turned, and he smiled guiltily. Andy touched up his makeup. "The snow scenery has been found. They said there's a park nearby. The scenery is very beautiful." He took a few pictures, and then stood a little further away to look at it. "Perfect."
Andy had probably applied some perfume on himself when he went out, but the smell was too strong. Fang Juexia felt as if he had spilled half a bottle of perfume on himself. It made his nose itch. He squinted his eyes and lowered his head for a long time. Finally, he sneezed.
"Achoo."
The sound was originally very soft, but Pei Tingsong's attention was immediately attracted by the small sneeze. He raised his head. Fang Juexia immediately turned his head after sneezing, and their eyes accidentally met.
Pei Tingsong laughed.
Coincidentally, this scene was also captured on camera. His chin and lips were covered by the broken flower, but the curve of his smiling eyes was very lively.
"This one is fake, but it's still alive." Lin Mo expressed his satisfaction.
He was a photographer who liked to take pictures of parts of models. This time, his target was Pei Tingsong's hand. With the colorful flowers as the background, Pei Tingsong pulled out another white flower. His fingers brushed the overlapping petals that were almost closed, and then he grabbed them and violently pulled them apart. They were cruelly separated from the green sepals. The broken flower column stood alone, trembling and shaking.
It was obviously a destruction, but in the eyes of the camera and Fang Juexia, it looked like a real bloom of desire.
The rapid sound of the shutter was like a metaphor for breathing. The white petals were rubbed out with translucent creases, like bruises. The light did not lie. It shone through these small wounds. The fibers inside were illuminated. They were the capillaries of the flower.
"Scatter."
Following the photographer's instructions, Pei Tingsong stopped wreaking havoc, and his fingers loosened without any reluctance. The petals, like broken butterfly wings, flew through the gaps between his fingers and the edge of his palm, completing their mission.
The staff brought over a small bowl of bright red cherries. It was originally a prop in the shooting plan. When it was brought over, Fang Juexia saw that the small bowl was very delicate. It was made of translucent white porcelain with ice cracks.
"This looks good." Fang Juexia couldn't help but praise.
Unexpectedly, Pei Tingsong walked over and took the bowl from the staff.
"What's good? This? " He looked innocent, sitting cross-legged on the ground. He held the bowl with both hands, as if he was going to smash it on the ground.
Fang Juexia rarely panicked. "Hey —"
Seeing that his prank worked, Pei Tingsong laughed like a child who had succeeded. He took back his hand, and with his index finger still stained with flower juice, he reached in and stirred the small cherry pond.
Lin Mo, who was checking the film, suddenly caught a glimpse of this scene. "Wait, continue."
The camera focused on him again.
His fingertips went deep into the soft red, stirring. Pei Tingsong picked out a plump and juicy cherry, brought it to his lips, and bit down on the round, agate-like fruit. The tip of his teeth pierced the surface of the fruit, full of plant tension. The bright red and sweet juice flowed along the gap between his teeth and the corner of his mouth.
"Very good!" The photographer raised his voice, showing his satisfaction with the work.
In the monitor, he raised the back of his hand, wiped the bright red juice from the corner of his mouth, and smiled evilly. Unconsciously, Fang Juexia's Adam's apple moved up and down.
The last shot was fixed on this scene. Pei Tingsong's satisfied eyes seemed to penetrate the screen.
He bit down on his throat.