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Chapter 28
Chapter 28
After saying this, Zhou Ziheng let go of Lin Mo's wrist and put both hands in the pockets of his suit pants.
Lin Mo had never interacted with Zhou Ziheng, but his intuition had already told him that there must be some relationship between Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing. He smiled and touched his wrist, glanced at Xia Xiqing, and nodded meaningfully, "I'm not deep in the world. what……"
Xia Xiqing in the mirror raised his eyebrows, Lin Mo felt bored and left the dressing room with a smile. The door closed again, leaving only Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing in the room.
I don't know why, the aggressive confidence just now was like a deflated balloon, and all of a sudden disappeared. Zhou Ziheng felt that he was just nosy, maybe Xia Xiqing was also looking forward to this "reunion". ", maybe he's ruining someone else's good deeds.
The more think about it, the more unpleasant it becomes, but who knows that suddenly hear laughter. Zhou Ziheng regained his senses and saw that Xia Xiqing couldn't hold back the smile on his face, lowering his head and laughing louder and louder.
"What are you laughing at?" Zhou Ziheng was a little annoyed, he was clearly helping him, and he was mocked like that.
Xia Xiqing's tears were about to burst out laughing. He tried to calm down and looked up at Zhou Ziheng, who was standing beside him. "Have you not been involved in the world yet?" On the armrest, the eyes looking at Zhou Ziheng turned into two crescent moons.
Don't say anything else, there's nothing wrong with this face with the words "not deep in the world". Zhou Ziheng thought to himself.
Xia Xiqing's eyes were bright, and the image inside was a handful of smashed stars. His fingers lightly touched his cheek, and he repeated what Zhou Ziheng said to Lin Mo just now, "It's all in the same circle, and you and I share many things. Don't be surprised." As he spoke, his voice slowed down, and the ending sound was like a cloud swept up by the wind in the afternoon.
"No wonder..." He stretched out a hand and touched the soft fabric of the white sweater on Zhou Ziheng's body. The slender index finger had distinct knuckles, tracing the texture of the knitting like a paintbrush. The innocent smile gradually subsided at the corner of his eyes. An ambiguous arc emerges.
Suddenly, his index finger clasped the belt buckle on Zhou Ziheng's waist, raised his eyes, and met Zhou Ziheng's gaze.
"What are you surprised by?"
Zhou Ziheng frowned slightly, the most sexy expression in Xia Xiqing's eyes.
This person is simply...
"I'm just making an excuse." Zhou Ziheng pulled out his hand from his pocket, trying to remove his restless fingers from his belt, but as soon as he grasped his slender fingers, he was caught by Xia Xiqing's backhand, his fingers hard It was embedded in Zhou Ziheng's fingers and tightly clasped his hand.
"Why come forward?"
Ten fingers clasped together, such words should be the warmest and sweetest words in Zhou Ziheng's eyes, but at this moment Xia Xiqing is more like a gangster who puts a knife around the victim's neck. Paranoid, arrogant, determined.
The intertwined fingers had a burning hallucination, and the alarm in Zhou Ziheng's heart sounded again. He tried to open Xia Xiqing's hand, but his eyes inadvertently swept the wound on his lips. With an indifferent expression, he replied with a cold face, "I'm not in the early stage. There are many people here. I don't want to be rumored that 'photographers are unspoken models, and well-known actors turn a blind eye'."
It's really interesting, making excuses is so interesting, Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, his fingers secretly exerted force, suppressing Zhou Ziheng's attempt to escape, "So it doesn't matter if you offend the photographer before shooting?"
"What am I afraid of. For me, the finished film in the studio is no different from the raw pictures taken by passers-by."
Zhou Ziheng spoke calmly and outspoken words, Xia Xiqing's eyes swept his whole body.
That's right.
"A perfectionist like Lin Mo would not destroy his own work for such a thing." After saying this, Zhou Ziheng felt that Xia Xiqing's hand seemed to relax a little, and he took the opportunity to free his hand with his other hand. .
He breathed a sigh of relief. Not quite. Zhou Ziheng turned his aching fingers and put them back into his suit pants pocket.
Xia Xiqing, who had finished holding hands, showed an expression of escape from the prey on his face. He stood up from the chair and stretched out his hands to help Zhou Ziheng tidy up his high collar. The previously clasped hand turned red. After straightening the collar, he raised his eyes slightly and looked into Zhou Ziheng's eyes.
"I like that you look at me from this angle with your head half lowered," Xia Xiqing's voice was very gentle, and his hands slipped from the edge of the sweater's turtleneck to his broad shoulders, "It makes me want to kiss you."
Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand to resist Xia Xiqing's body that was trying to get closer, but didn't push it away, "Someone comes in at any time."
Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing.
This sentence is really ambiguous.
As if something was going to happen to them.
He tilted his head, with a hint of slyness in his eyes, "So... you mean, if it's a place where no one else is, can I kiss you?"
Swapping concepts is a terrible skill.
Zhou Ziheng was a little anxious when he teased him, and he couldn't say why. Xia Xiqing was so skilled that he didn't need to react, and it almost became a conditioned reflex. He didn't even need to think about how many people he had tried.
Thinking that these routines have been practiced repeatedly by him on countless people, Zhou Ziheng felt uncomfortable. He held his chest in one breath, and said in a ruthless tone, "Do you think I didn't bite hard enough last time?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Xiqing stretched out the tip of his tongue, licked his lips, and licked the bloody scab, as if tasting delicious food, "It's very cruel." His hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his neck, Looking up at Zhou Ziheng in a kissing posture.
"Next time, it's better to bite the invisible place."
Zhou Ziheng shook off his hand and took a step back, "Don't think about me."
"What's your idea?" Xia Xiqing sat back in his chair and picked up the mobile phone on the dresser, "Do you think I want to come? Who urged his assistant to run to pick me up? Who promised me to come and come again by myself? You regret it halfway through, and are you worried that I won't come and confirm again?"
Every sentence hit Zhou Ziheng's weakness, and he could hardly find the right words to reply to Xia Xiqing's rhetorical question.
Xia Xiqing asked again, "Why do you regret it?"
This is the key point that Zhou Ziheng is reluctant to say. He didn't even want to delve into the reason why he was suddenly uncomfortable after seeing Xia Xiqing liked the Weibo post.
"I have nothing to say."
Zhou Ziheng didn't want to lie or make excuses.
Just when Xia Xiqing wanted to ask questions, Shane came back with a special effect makeup artist, and whispered about Lin Mo's troubles and trivialities as soon as he entered the door. Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng pretended that nothing happened, they sat in their respective seats, and Zhou Ziheng's hair stylist also returned.
"Ziheng, I just discussed with them, we think wet hair would be more sexy," the stylist grabbed Zhou Ziheng's hair that had been blown up, "but it won't be very wet, on the forehead," she grabbed a part , hold down the spray, spray until it is about to drip, but the water droplets will accumulate on the drooping tip of the hair.
The special effects makeup artist drew a long scar on Xia Xiqing's face, but he felt that it was not enough.
"Can you paint it with the effect of flaring flesh?" Xia Xiqing said to the makeup artist with a smile, "I think the impact will be greater."
The makeup and hair were all ready, Xia Xiqing watched Zhou Ziheng put on those gold-wire glasses, his deep eyebrows and eyes were bound by the golden frame, and with the turtleneck sweater, he had an indescribable sense of abstinence.
He took one last look at himself in the mirror, the torn black shirt, the exposed skin, the horrific wound on his face, the bloodstains and scabs painted on his lips. It does look like a poor victim.
The studio is set against a solid black background, with a baroque light brown walnut upholstered chair in the center.
"Xiqing, sit on the chair first, and I'll take a couple of test shots." Lin Mo raised his chin toward Xia Xiqing, and Xia Xiqing walked over and sat on the chair.
"Spread your legs a little bit apart, yes, lean back on the chair and raise your head," Lin Mo commanded while pressing the shutter, capturing every expression of Xia Xiqing.
After checking the photos just taken, Lin Mo was still satisfied, "Ziheng, let's go too."
Xia Xiqing turned his head and saw Zhou Ziheng walking from the dark, with long legs wrapped in suit pants, and a dark gray herringbone coat over a white sweater. He lowered his head and carefully put the white Wearing surgical rubber gloves on his hands, the moment he raised his head, the pair of eyes under the golden eyes narrowed slightly under the strong light of the reflector.
If all the perverted killers had this face, many people would come to die. Xia Xiqing sighed sincerely.
The cover of a two-person magazine is not easy to shoot. Most magazines choose the safest and easiest left and right stance, but Lin Mo obviously doesn't want to use such a boring posture.
"Xi Qing sat on the chair, Zi Heng walked around behind the chair and stood behind him." Lin Mo added, "From now on, you must remember your own identity, a perverted murderer and an innocent victim. Who. Play freely."
Zhou Ziheng stood behind Xia Xiqing. The two tried several different stances, but they all lacked something. The moment the shutter was pressed, Zhou Ziheng's mind was empty. He knew that he had not yet entered the state. Photos are impossible to catch the eye.
Lin Mo took a set, and the makeup artist came up to fix Zhou Ziheng's hair, "I feel that this concept is difficult to shoot."
Zhou Ziheng nodded. After watching the film, Lin Mo walked up to him and said to the makeup artist, "I don't think the makeup look is enough. It's better to be more bloody and explicit."
The makeup artist was also a little confused, "Don't let it go too far, and even if you do, you can't do the cover."
"It's okay to be subtle." Lin Mo showed a slightly impatient expression on his face, "If you can't fix it, let someone else do it." After speaking, he walked aside and lit a cigarette for himself.
The makeup artist's expression became embarrassed, Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng who was standing there, indeed, it would be better if there was a little more blood.
"Do you have any paint?" Xia Xiqing walked over to the special effects makeup artist, "I guess there should be a lot of red paint on your side, just the kind you just painted for my wounds."
Zhou Ziheng closed his eyes and asked the makeup artist to spray water on himself again. Suddenly, the sound of the spray stopped abruptly.
"Self-honored."
Xia Xiqing's voice. Zhou Ziheng opened his eyes, and a stream of liquid was thrown on his face, almost fascinated by his eyes, he quickly closed his eyes and frowned, "What are you doing?"
"Is this okay?"
The red paint he threw onto Zhou Ziheng's face just now looked like a gushing blood, clinging to his well-defined face, from the wet strands of hair hanging down from his forehead, to the deep eye sockets, from the cheekbones to the lips. side.
Xia Xiqing handed the paintbrush and the plate with sticky red paint to the makeup assistant, took the gold wire glasses from Zhou Ziheng's hand, and put them on Zhou Ziheng's face gently.
This is like a real murderer.
Lin Mo also came over, the satisfied expression on his face could hardly be concealed, "Okay, very good, that's how it feels."
After solving this problem, Xia Xiqing returned to his chair. Zhou Ziheng followed his figure out of the corner of his eye. He seemed to be a little tired. Scattered covering his face.
The collar of the wide shirt is open. From Zhou Ziheng's angle, you can clearly see the outline of his collarbone, the collarbone, the ribs, the lines of muscles that snake down continuously, and the looming, slightly undulating chest.
He suddenly thought of the first time he met Xia Xiqing in the secret room.
Xia Xiqing, who was half-bent, used his handcuffed hands to untie the ropes on his legs for him, in a submissive gesture of bowing his head.
"Do you have handcuffs here?"
Hearing these words, Xia Xiqing, who lowered his head, suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhou Ziheng. I have to admit that Zhou Ziheng unexpectedly liked his surprise, and he didn't feel that he had entered that state.
"Yes, but yes." Shane looked at Xia Xiqing, "Xiqing, can you wear handcuffs?"
Xia Xiqing laughed, "No problem, obey the arrangement."
Shane immediately ordered the assistant to pick it up, and said with a smile, "It just happened to match your scene at the beginning of "Escape From Heaven". The assistant brought the handcuffs and was about to hand them to Xia Xiqing, when Lin Mo interrupted them. , "Give it to Ziheng, let Ziheng wear it. The makeup artists are all out, and they're going to shoot."
Zhou Ziheng took the handcuffs from the assistant's hand, walked to Xia Xiqing's side, knelt on one knee on the ground, leaning on the chair, Xia Xiqing stretched out his hands in front of him, and the silver handcuffs locked with a click.
This feeling is all too familiar. The sound of the shutter kept ringing in his ears, Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng's, watched him stand up, and walked around behind him.
"Ziheng bent down and put his face close to Xiqing's ear, yes, squeeze his chin."
"Very good, I have a feeling, keep this action." Lin Mo patted it from different angles, even the assistants around him could hear it, and his voice was full of excitement, "Ziheng stretched out his hand and pinched his right hand. Hold his chin."
The first group of photos was taken for nearly an hour, and the effect was so amazing that even the staff in the two studios were amazed.
"The expressiveness of these two people is simply too powerful."
"I can't believe it's an amateur, look good."
"Don't be a nympho, hurry up and work."
When choosing the film, Lin Mo and the magazine director had almost the same opinion, and both chose the same film.
In the picture, Xia Xiqing is sitting on an exquisite and gorgeous burgundy upholstered chair, his hands are handcuffed. Zhou Ziheng, whose face was splattered with blood, stood behind him, his right hand wearing white rubber gloves grabbed Xia Xiqing's chin from behind, forcing him to raise his head slightly.
The other white glove was bitten and torn off by him, and he held it by his mouth with his teeth. His bare hand touched Xia Xiqing's mandible, and his index finger almost reached between Xia Xiqing's slightly open lips.
Both of them looked directly into the camera. The eyes under the golden glasses were indifferent and cruel, mixed with the pleasure of a certain desire.
Xia Xiqing raised his head, lowered his eyelids, his eyes seemed to be calling for help through the lens, but there was a look of enjoyment on his face.
It's wonderful.
The latter two scenes were all shot on the inside pages of a single person. Zhou Ziheng's scene was in front of the wardrobe in the bedroom. There was a full-length mirror embedded in the open door of the wardrobe, and the styling assistant took the glasses for him.
"Imagine you have killed him now, and then you go back to your own room and change out of the soiled clothes." Lin Mo adjusted the machine and pointed at Zhou Ziheng, "Look at yourself in the mirror, yes. "
Zhou Ziheng pulled up the hem of the sweater, hooked the sweater with his right elbow, and exposed his body on the right side. Standing outside the venue, Xia Xiqing held a drink in his hand and looked at Zhou Ziheng's exposed abdominal muscles and mermaid line with great enjoyment. To be honest, more impact than he imagined before, such a figure is really exciting.
The cold liquid was sucked through the straw, but the throat was even more dry.
"Two elbows on the clothes, look at the mirror, yes." Lin Mo changed his angle and got closer, "Take it off, wipe the blood spots on your face with your fingers, and lift your chin, very good."
Xia Xiqing's eyes were fixed on Zhou Ziheng's entire exposed back, the back muscles that were constantly being affected by the movements, and the lean and narrow waist that extended downwards.
The teeth couldn't help biting the mouth of the straw.
Tsk, seeing the feeling of not being able to eat is really annoying.
When it came to Xia Xiqing's personal shooting, the venue was changed to the bathroom, which contained a bathtub filled with hot water. Lin Mo and Xia Xiqing discussed the idea of shooting, and Zhou Ziheng, who had changed into another set of clothes and rested, watched the previous film under the arrangement of the camera assistant.
Xia Xiqing lay in the bathtub, the warm water submerged his body, and the silk shirt stuck to his skin. Xia Xiqing leaned his head on the front of the bathtub and put his arms on the edge. Lin Mo felt that this posture was good, so he took a few pictures, and then called the stylist, brought a long white lace belt three fingers wide, and walked to Xia Xiqing's side .
"Try this on your eyes." Following Lin Mo's arrangement, the stylist gently placed the white lace on Xia Xiqing's eyes.
"Lighting engineer, over the top of the head, the lighting should be yellowish."
Zhou Ziheng sat on the side and looked at Xia Xiqing lying in the bathtub, with white lace sash covering his eyes, a gloomy beauty. There are too many neutral style people in this circle, they have more delicate faces than most girls, but in Zhou Ziheng's aesthetic system, those packaged beautiful are not enough to be called beauty.
After watching the previous film, Lin Mo squinted slightly, "I think it's still not enough." He called the director and Shane, "Turn the water in this bathtub red."
"No." The director shook his head and directly rejected his decision, "The one on Ziheng's face just now was considered a side ball. Such a large area is absolutely not acceptable."
Shane shrugged, "I told you already."
Zhou Ziheng was sitting on the other side, he heard it clearly, he turned his head and waved at Xiao Luo.
"It's just a matter of time." Lin Mo felt very dissatisfied. His perfectionism did not allow him to compromise at such a time. He called the editor-in-chief of the magazine again to negotiate, but the result was still negative. Several people were arguing in the studio, and they were about to quarrel.
The discussion and quarrel had lasted for more than ten minutes. The water in the bathtub gradually cooled down. Xia Xiqing felt tired. From the perspective of art, he understood Lin Mo's insistence, but art and whether it could be released were another matter. thing. He took off the white lace, turned his neck, and turned to look at Zhou Ziheng.
Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting in the distance, also met his eyes, but only for a moment, he stood up and walked to the center of the quarrel.
"I have an idea." Zhou Ziheng said.
The few people who were still arguing stopped, Xia Xiqing also sat up slowly from the bathtub, bent one leg, and put his arm on it.
"What's your idea?" Lin Mo, who was suddenly interrupted, had an obvious dissatisfaction on his face. He was unwilling to compromise at all. He didn't think that an actor had the ability to persuade him from the perspective of artistic aesthetics.
Ronaldinho walked in suddenly, holding two large bouquets of red roses in his hands, and the flower shop delivery staff behind him had three more bouquets in his hands. Each bouquet was full and warm, and it could almost completely cover their The upper body is really eye-catching, "Ziheng, the flowers are here."
Zhou Ziheng took one of the bunches, the petals were delicate and fresh, but he stretched out his right hand and grabbed a handful without mercy, tore off the petals on it, walked to Xia Xiqing's side, and rubbed the broken petals in his hand. A handful of petals sprinkled in the bathtub.
"This is my idea."
The petals fell from the air, onto the water, and across the falling petals, Zhou Ziheng clearly saw that there was a hint of surprise in Xia Xiqing's eyes, he smiled slightly, turned around, and handed the bouquet to the stylist.
Lin Mo was stunned for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing. He was so surprised.
A bathtub full of red, that's what he wanted.
"There are five bouquets of roses, each with ninety-nine roses, which should be enough to cover this bathtub."
The stylist also saw that Lin Mo was conquered by this idea, so he immediately started to tear up the roses and sprinkled them into the bathtub. Zhou Ziheng stood aside and was fine, so he helped the staff spread the petals in the bathtub. He has always had a good personality and often quietly helped on the set, which has become a habit.
Through his hand, a petal drifted slowly to Xia Xiqing's chest along with the water waves, and fitted intimately with the broken and soaked black shirt.
"How did you come up with this idea?" Xia Xiqing raised his head on the edge of the bathtub and said softly. The stylist came over to straighten Xia Xiqing's hair, and put the white lace on his eyes again.
Zhou Ziheng didn't speak, and silently dialed the surface of the water. When he pulled his finger out of the water, his fingertips brought up a petal.
Just now when he was sitting on the side watching Xia Xiqing, such a scene popped up in his mind. He didn't need any aesthetic knowledge or any artistic perception.
Zhou Ziheng took off the petal and gently placed it on Xia Xiqing's lips.
[Only roses match you. ]
That's what he felt, but he didn't want to tell Xia Xiqing.
At least not now.