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Cen Gu laughed: "How about giving it to you?"

Jiang Guren frowned and admired it, like a scholar appreciating calligraphy and painting, and then said: "I can't stand such a fine peach wood comb."

"Peach wood is tight and greasy, dampness and detoxification." Cen Gu's voice was still in a lazy tone, and he probably didn't regard it as "acting", but Jiang Shiye felt that this person did have a rhyme.

The energy to look up at the blue sky with your head up and your eyes as bright as a jade tree before the wind.

Cen Guren walked into Jiang Guren, who was still in the posture of handing a comb. Cen Si pushed Jiang Shiye's hand towards him, with a pair of charming eyes and a misty voice: "Brother, you can rest assured."Accept it. Give you a peach tree, and pull the blue silk for you."

Chapter 10 Verse. Deep Homophobia

In the two-minute small theater, there are only a few lines, and there is no need for logic and rhythm. The next step is the off-screen narration advertisement, which assists a scene of combing hair.

But there was an intermission before filming.

Cen Si was dressed like a young man from Moshang, and he had the nerve to slump on the lazy bean bag sofa next to the studio, very uncomfortable.

"Will Zombie sit on the stage?" he asked.

"..." Jiang Shiye shook his head.

With a sound, Cen Shuang opened his legs wide and lifted his lower garments. The action can be described as vulgar, but a pair of legs in cropped overalls were exposed. They were long and straight, so they looked pleasing to the eye even if they were mixed and matched.

He took a box of mints out of his pocket.

Jiang Shiye wasn't sure if it was a mint candy, but the packaging looked like it, and it was packed in a small, flat iron box.Cen Si skillfully opened the tin box with one thumb push, took out two pills and threw them into his mouth.

Cen Si glanced at him, then raised the box in his hand: "Do you want to eat?" He quickly stopped, "I won't give it to you."

"..."

Jiang Shiye simply turned his head and left, not knowing what Cen Si's expression was behind him.

It will start after ten minutes, and only need to shoot the hair combing scene.

Jiang Shiye sat on the wooden bench, next to a small table, and on the table was a bronze mirror, illuminating his side face.

The so-called when the window manages the clouds on the temples, and the mirror is decorated with yellow flowers.That's the beauty of acting, being able to play roles that would never have been possible.

But as soon as he replaced Hua Mulan for a second, Cen Gu stood around the table and stood behind him. The mirror reflected his figure, casting a shadow over Jiang Shiye's head, enveloping a shadow.

With the rustling of sleeves rubbing against each other, Jiang Shiye's scalp stiffened immediately. From Hua Mulan's soul to Hannibal's meal, he always felt that Cen Si wanted to split his brain with a massage comb.

Before chopping, Cen Si put his hands on his shoulders first, as if he wanted to straighten his sitting posture.low voice.

"I combed my hair."

Then let go again.

The movement was fast and light, like hair sliding across the shoulders, and even the remaining warmth didn't stay on the rough and cold clothes.

Jiang Shiye thought, he is just homophobic, but at the moment the hair is fake, and the acting is also fake.As a sports student, he has experienced a lot of physical contact between the same sex, but it's okay.

He thought he had done a good job of psychological construction, so he nodded slightly.

The close-up is for the scene in the mirror, and the cameraman came over and rearranged the angle of the bronze mirror.Now Jiang Shiye didn't have to turn his eyes, he could see Cen Si's chest behind his head, and up, his neck and chin.

Then you can't see it.

"Okay, let's get started."

Cen Guren raised his hand to comb Jiang Guren's hair.

The teeth of the comb are inserted into the hair slowly.

Jiang Shiye had an inexplicable feeling of a waterfall drenched in light pouring down from above his head.

It's very exaggerated, but he just feels that something is going backwards, gathering on top of his head, a little turbulent.

It seems to be blood.

His blood rushed up at that moment, his muscles tensed, and he even felt a sharp pain like a comb pulling his scalp.

But it was obvious that he was wearing a thick hood, and it was obviously not his hair.

In the mirror, Jiang Shiye saw Cen Si combing his hair down. He couldn't see his face, but he could see his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and his tight and smooth jawline slanting from time to time during movements.Partial, sometimes spreading.

Jiang Shiye remembered the moment when his fingers sank into Cen Si's hair, as if he was in the reeds.Turning around at this moment, it seems that Cen Si's fingers are driving straight through things that don't belong to him, and then reach his own hair.Cen Si's fingers pressed his black, short and hard hair, wrapped his big hand around the back of his head, and then forced him to look up, smoothing out the five centimeters of height difference, and then pulled him closer——

"Okay, keep this action, let's take two photos." The voice of the director.

Jiang Shiye came back to his senses, and Cen Si, who was in front of him with his arms around the back of his head, was gone, and there was only the person with fake long hair behind him.

Jiang Shiye's psychological construction was shattered in an instant, and he realized that three years later, his fear of homosexuality would be even deeper, and even a trivial action could be made up by his brain.

He no longer looked in the mirror, his eyes were lowered, in a daze.Like a dummy in a barber shop with a curly hair but no soul.

"Why are Xiao Jiang's ears red?" the cameraman said with a smile.

"..." The homophobic patient was frightened and his head was congested, so it turned red.

Jiang Shiye was so embarrassed that his head was about to smoke, but he didn't expect the cameraman to make an inch of it: "Are you a little embarrassed?"

"..." Jiang Shiye pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Cen Si on the side tried his best to suppress his smile, his eyes slid from Jiang Shiye's pinna to the earlobe, the position he had touched countless times.

Physical reactions can't be fooled. Jiang Shiye has always been thin-skinned, and his whole body is prone to redness.He believed that he must be the same as himself just now, thinking of the past and abandoning the past, "immersive combing hair".

"Xiao Jiang, you probably don't like men," the cameraman smiled, "otherwise you will never forget the current scene, this is Cen Si."

Jiang Shiye said, "Well, I'm straight."

Cen Sigang's smiling face instantly turned cold.

After the exchange, Jiang Shiye combed Cen Si's hair. He took out the businesslike posture of doing hair treatment, and combed it twice from top to bottom like a smoothing machine.

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