The male planner was a head shorter than Pei Tingsong, and seemed particularly worthless in front of him. He could only smile awkwardly, "Ah... nothing, I just feel a little regretful."

"Is that?" Pei Tingsong laughed purely, "Why is it a pity for a boy to be beautiful? I don't quite understand this logic. Is it worthy of being praised if he is not good-looking?"

It was obviously a very friendly question, but the planner was sweating coldly on his back. He had just seen the power of this young male idol, and even the big photographer wanted to sell him a little face. "That's not what he meant..."

"I understand what you mean." Pei Tingsong let go of his hand that was on his shoulder. "It's a pity to be a boy who looks good. Being good-looking doesn't mean "no wonder" will happen. You want to say this, right?"

“Yes, yes.”

Pei Tingsong nodded seriously, "It's good, then we have a very similar concept." He said with a sigh of relief, "I thought there would be some despicable straight man who would speak, and he raised his knife, but he didn't expect it to be a friendly army."

"Then I'll take back the knife to avoid accidental injury." Pei Tingsong smiled, "I am a well-known thorny man. I'm very hard-working."

After saying that, he inserted his hands into his pockets and turned around and left.

After hearing these words, the two staff members were already sweating. Most of the people in the circle knew that Pei Tingsong was not easy to mess with, they knew it before, let alone now. But they also thought Pei Tingsong was really disagreeing with Fang Juexia as rumored, and they didn't expect him to stand up. But no matter what, they didn't want to lose their job because of their broken mouths, so they could only eat this and hide aside.

As the sky gradually became late, the orange-yellow sunset fell into the fir bushes, and the snow burned in the twilight.

Pei Tingsongnuan came over and walked a few steps towards the shooting location. From a distance, he saw Fang Juexia wearing a black sweater constantly walking forward under Lin Mo's guidance.

"Okay, turn your head and smile."

At that moment, he saw Fang Juexia turn around and his smile is brighter than snow.

Stepping on the snow and walking closer, the vision seemed to be no longer controlled by consciousness, and he was following Fang Juexia's figure in the gaps between the crowd.

His whole body was covered in snow, and his face was filled with vivid blood under the snow and sky light. When he raised his eyes, the red color at the corners of his eyes extended out like a wound. His clear eyes were half-covered by snow eyelashes. In the close-up, the soaked eye sockets were reflected by the snow color, which showed a sense of transparency, which would melt the undesolated ice.

Lin Mo guided him from the side, "Walk in and get Xia."

Fang Juexia followed his words and went deeper into the snow forest step by step until he arrived in front of a fir tree.

"Turn around, half of your body hides behind the tree, and go over some more." Lin Mo held up the camera, "Yes, only half of his face was revealed."

Pei Tingsong also walked over, not knowing why he walked over. Perhaps it was because of curiosity, just as he was curious when he was a child whether the section of dead branches also had vitality.

"The eyes are too cold now. You have to bring some emotion and explore your instincts..."

The photographer always speaks very abstractly. Fang Juexia didn't know what he described, he just felt confused. This was a strange fixed pattern. He couldn't understand what imprisonment should be and what instincts were like.

Pei Tingsong walked to Lin Mo's side and looked at him from Lin Mo's perspective.

"Look at it, yes."

Fang Juexia's eyes met another person.

Pei Tingsong's eyes moved away from the camera, and he looked up at him not far away. His beautiful eyes looked straight at him as always, with a dead branch for the last resistance.

"Yes, that's it." Lin Mo's voice was filled with surprise, and he quickly seized the opportunity to take a few pictures and check the effect.

"Very good. Although this look is different from what I imagined, it is really good." Lin Mo even showed it to Pei Tingsong very proudly, "Look, how about it? This face is so photogenic and expressive than I imagined. You can change careers and become a model."

Fang Juexia in the picture is half covered by dark tree trunks, and her left half face looks calm. The red birthmark is the only color in black and white. The exposed eye emits a clear light, like a moon in the frozen pond.

This is the rare emotion in Lin Mo's mouth, and it is the last struggle in winter when he is about to fall into a trap.

But this struggle was nothing more than a layer of fragile thin ice, which would break with a slight pinch. Once the warm current invaded, there would be no more hiding place in winter. He could only be forced to melt, peel off himself, and reveal his original shape.

"Why don't you talk?"

Pei Tingsong was fascinated by the sight, and then he came back to his senses and nodded, "It's very good, he's very suitable."

Looking up, Fang Juexia had been wrapped in a big coat. She smiled quietly because of the staff's jokes. She also reached out and took off half of the remaining leaves on the head of the assistant opposite.

Pei Tingsong could not deceive himself, so he linked the person in front of him with those rumors, and another voice appeared in his heart.

Perhaps he never believed those rumors from the bottom of his heart. He was just finding a tenable reason for himself to alienate this person, just as this person alienated himself.

He could no longer tell whether this voice was right or wrong. The prejudice and stubbornness of both sides had already stretched the distance too far.

The last bit of sky light also disappeared. At the moment when the sunset jumped into the snow forest and disappeared behind Fang Juexia, Lin Mo left this scene with the camera.

"Thank you for your hard work." Fang Juexia, who finished the shooting, bowed to the staff, walked back in a down jacket, deep and shallow. When he walked to Pei Tingsong, he didn't say a word.

Pei Tingsong actually felt a little blocked in his heart.

"Hey, you're not afraid of falling when you walk so fast."

After he said this, he felt a little regretful. It seemed as if he had done something on his own initiative, as if he was holding Fang Juexia in his heart and accompanied him all the way back to the carport.

But the other party didn't even look back, "No."

Back at the work shed, Fang Juexia stomped her feet while watching the film he had taken. He was frozen in the snow for too long and his limbs were numb.

Pei Tingsong saw that his nose and ears were all red in cold, his cheeks were also red, and he was rubbing his hands, so he wanted to give him the hand warmer he had given him before. But his hand was in his pocket, but his pocket was warm, and the hand warmer was no longer hot.

"This one is good, this one is too." Lin Moyi was very satisfied. "You can cut out all the behind-the-scenes videos. The artistic conception is very good. It is the cleanest blockbuster I have taken recently."

Fang Juexia was a little embarrassed to be praised, "Thank you..."

"No need to thank me. You are very photogenic and basically have no waste films. It's very rare. And you have a special temperament, it's a pity that you didn't become a model."

Fang Juexia is not good at socializing and does not like socializing. Faced with so much praise, he was not very clear about how to deal with it. He was like a robot, searching for barren databases, looking for words that could be applied.

While he was struggling, his hand was suddenly grabbed. Fang Juexia subconsciously turned her head and saw Pei Tingsong standing beside him, his fingers that were frozen to death were suddenly wrapped in warmth.

It was Pei Tingsong who grabbed his hand and stuffed it into his warm coat pocket.

"I also think that I just took two photos with my phone." Pei Tingsong inserted the topic freely, "The snow scene here is also beautiful, adding icing on the cake." After saying that, he looked at Fang Juexia and asked with a smile, "Is it right?"

Fang Juexia has not yet withdrawn from her unexpected emotions, "Well..."

"Your hand warmer is already cold." Pei Tingsong did not look at him and spoke softly again, "Let's settle for the second best."

It turns out that it is because of this.

Leave it second best.

Fang Juexia repeatedly chewed Pei Tingsong's words in his heart. His ideas were simple and straightforward, and he often could not understand Pei Tingsong's words at the first time, but this did not affect his mental confusion. His brain and heartbeat seemed to have their own systems and were no longer coupled to each other.

The frozen fingers gradually regained their perception, and the heat flow penetrated into the skin from the other hand, surging in the capillaries, flowing to his fingertips.

That was another person's body temperature.

Every word Pei Tingsong said was like a trap with a cold light. He was used to avoiding it, so he would try to break free every time, although every time it was futile.

He was hesitating whether to pull his hand back, but Pei Tingsong had already let go of the hand holding his wrist, making him miss the chance to break free.

In the small and warm pockets of space, two different souls are hiding together.

After roughly confirming all the films, everyone had to eat something in the car and rushed to the double filming venue immediately. Both of them changed their styles, which were of the same style, but Pei Tingsong was wearing black and Fang Juexia was white, but his size was slightly larger, so he was a little loose.

The site for shooting this time is very simple. There is only a bed covered with white velvet on the ground in the shed, which looks very soft.

Fang Juexia was stunned to face the bed when she heard Pei Tingsong laughing and joking, her tone was scattered, "I didn't expect the first bed scene in my life to come so quickly."

He couldn't laugh.

He couldn't imagine how to take a double cover of a major magazine on the bed.

Seeing Lin Mo coming, Pei Tingsong was full of curiosity and immediately asked, "What posture do we want to use? Brother Juexia and I."

As soon as this said, the prop group girl who followed him covered her mouth and smiled. Pei Tingsong was confused and looked at Fang Juexia with confusion. In some cases, this boy who grew up abroad occasionally made some mysterious speeches due to mismatch in the situation, even if he has high literary literacy and strong learning ability.

Fang Juexia didn't know how to explain it, so she simply said, "The word posture cannot be used casually."

Pei Tingsong asked why innocently, but Fang Juexia didn't want to pay attention, because the camera of the group variety show was still followed, so he didn't want to discuss the topic of adults and was recorded in the group variety show.

"Why?" Pei Tingsong asked again.

Fang Juexia said helplessly, "I don't know, stop asking."

Pei Tingsong frowned, "Don't you know, then you still talk about me?"

Fang Juexia: “…”

Lin Mo didn't have much time to let them discuss the posture. After discussing the lighting issue with the lighting engineer, he called Fang Juexia over and let him lie on this big velvet bed. Fang Juexia was serious in work, and whatever the photographer said was what he said, he lay down obediently without saying a word.

"Lying on your side, facing this side, right."

After confirming Fang Juexia's position, Lin Mo said to Pei Tingsong again, "You, turn the direction and lie down." He also made a turnaround gesture.

The staff around him smiled again. Pei Tingsong felt it was inexplicable, but after all, it was a job, so he did what Lin Mo said.

"Xiao Pei goes down, go down again, your head is close to Juexia's head. Yes, you both come to your side, face to face."

Hearing the instructions coming from his side, Fang Juexia, who was lying on his back, turned his face sideways, but the distance was shortened too close at once, and the tip of his nose almost touched Pei Tingsong's nose bridge. He immediately shrank a little and pretended that nothing happened.

They were half curled up and lay on the big round velvet bed, staggering their faces, facing each other.

"It's not close enough." Lin Mo walked up to adjust himself, "I need your side face lines to have a sense of fit. If you compress this distance to the smallest, you can get the same slit. Do you understand?"

Lin Mo was just explaining the effect he wanted to achieve, but this description was inevitably confusing.

"Especially the straight line of the bridge of the nose, I hope you are parallel here, except that one person is from top to bottom, and the other is from top to top."

Pei Tingsong and Fang Juexia kept approaching each other at his request, like two meteors drew close to each other with repulsive trajectories. They tended towards each other like Tai Chi, and their bodies seemed to extend in the opposite direction. At the same time, they were balanced and united in opposite directions.

"Very good, that's it." Lin Mo stayed away from the big bed and checked it again, "Very good, bring the props."

Pei Tingsong asked innocently, "There are props?" The people around him laughed again, and even Cheng Qiang held his forehead helplessly with his hands.

Fang Juexia, who was closest to him, just wanted to shut up.
To be continued...