Recapture the Entertainment Industry

Aston lifted his heavy sword in his magnificent robe and stepped into the bathroom aggressively. Almost instantly, he locked his eyes on the young man who was lying naked on the edge of the bath.

Alfred was thin and handsome, with satin-like black hair spread out like the tail of a skirt, floating in the water, some hanging on his shoulders, and more flowing like water ripples. Auston froze slightly, then his eyes sharpened sharply, and he walked closer to the pool in three or two steps, ignoring Alfred's astonishing and backing action, and slashing across the opponent's head with a sword--

Alfred sank into the water all of a sudden and waited until he was in the middle of the bath. He was pale and frightened, trying to slide towards the shore of the pond, noticing Allston's abnormal movements and shouting, "What are you doing!"

The pool was small, and Allston jumped directly into the water, splashing numerous splashes, and then quickly approached the young man who was about to flee.

The sword was sharp, and the angle and strength of the chop obviously put him to death. Alfred did not know why, but his instinct for survival made him start to fight back. He avoided the sword's buoyancy and jumped up to Auston's belly, but he was quickly grasped by the ankle and pulled towards himself.

why!

His eyes widened, bloodshot gradually covered his eyes, and his face was stunned and unbelievable.

His most admired and admired grownup is now going to kill him! Did he make any mistakes? Did he harm the interests of the army and adults?

In an instant, the blade drove the wind to chop from top to bottom.

Alfred confessed a low mourning, closing his eyes like a calf ready to slaughter. His blood was boiling for the imminent death, and he was afraid and unwilling, and even more unacceptable to being judged in such an unknown way.

The pores were throbbing, opening and closing, and the complicated pattern appeared slowly from the tail vertebra like a tarot card that was pushed down, covered with fair skin, and climbed up to his lower back, shoulders, and even half of his belly. A pool of water rippled with shining shimmering light on him, closed his eyes and waited quietly for his suffocating teenage beauty.

Aston held his sword, the tip of the sword slowly left the opponent's face, and was silently tossed aside.

He approached step by step, staring at the other person's face, reaching out to pause for a moment at the other's slightly trembling eyelashes, slowly descending, and stroked the vine-like abdomen on the front.

Alfred opened his eyes, "What are you doing !?"

"Elf Forest ... blessed magic vine ..." Auston ignored him, whispering to himself what he wanted to say, the closer his hands were, the more he began to rub his waist.

Alfred was so scared that he pushed him away. Allston yelled at him like crazy: "Don't move !!! Let me see clearly !!!"

"Master! You're crazy !!!" Alfred fled towards the shore with a horrified expression, but the stroker was caught by the opponent, and then dragged back with no resistance.

"You let me go !!!" He started screaming and kicking each other: "What are you doing !!!"

Allston was more excited in his shouting, his breathing became quicker, his eyes became more focused and focused.

"Don't move." He said it twice, seeing that Alfred still wanted to run, frowning and turning the other side irresistibly against the shoulder against the pool, leaning down and pressing his legs. Hold each other's body.

"do not move!!"

Alfred was going crazy: "Sir !!!!"

Aston turned away Alfried's soft black hair, and gently brushed his round shoulders to his chest, staring at the other side of the opponent's back in a nearly worshipful manner.

His eyes grew hotter and softer, and he suddenly choked: "Magic vine, Alfred, where are you from?"

Approaching Alfred, he gently held each other in his arms from behind: "Where are you from?"

Alfred was trembling all over: "Let me go ..."

"Where are you from?" Auston still mumbled. "Tell me, where are you from?"

"I am from the Principality of Saifan ..." Alfred whispered, "Please let me go ..."

"No, you are wrong. You are not from the Principality of Saifan. You are from the richest land in the eastern continent." Aston hugged and tightened, seeing the other person gradually quieted because of his whisper, tightened his arms, Hold your head tightly on the other side's face, slide your hands down the water, and touch the other's waist. "Look, look at these beautiful patterns. Your blood is noble, and you are blessed and blessed by the elven forest, your parents ... ... must not tell you this ... "

"My father is a farmer ..." Alfred replied confusedly.

"They kicked you out of the house. They are not your biological parents, not even your adoptive parents."

Aston said, gazing passionately at the other person's shoulders, lowering his head, and falling a soft kiss on the skin.

"card!!"

**

Luo Ding pushed Duan Xiubo away, and quickly followed the voice of the receiver to move away from the other side, his heart was full of anger.

Duan Xiubo's hand ... the underwater hand ... He stood by the two of them facing the wall of the pool, so wouldn't he be found? !! Where did he come from? How dare you touch him in the public ... touch his place ...

He was pushed for a few steps and almost slipped into the water. Duan Xiubo saw Luo Ding quickly climbed to the shore. His characteristic skin-colored pants were too loose so that they all stuck to his skin after soaking in water. Clear body lines, strong and flexible.

The underwater fists clenched tightly, until Wu Fangyuan covered his bathrobe on Luo Ding's body and covered the landscape, he reluctantly pulled back to his senses so that his hind feet would not follow.

The water was cold, but the body was hot.

Luo Ding's expression was not very good-looking. He was too angry and didn't want to pretend. Everyone else thought he was just cold. When the painter saw this, he hurriedly said, "Be careful not to use too much force when wiping the water. I have to paint again. "

With heavy long hair spreading behind him, Luo Ding hid near the rest seat and poured a large mouthful of **** tea into his heart.

Duan Xiubo is getting more and more wanton! When shooting, it was a little bit so that he didn't get so angry, but so many people were watching. How dare he? !! How dare you feel it like that! He must be intentional! After shooting for so many years, the opponent's small movements can be discerned at a glance with intention or inadvertence! When Duan Xiubo's hand was covered just now, it was not just as simple as covering it here. He also squeezed a few, and even tried to drill his hand from the waist of his pants. Fortunately, he only retracted in the circle just in the end Otherwise, Luo Ding would hit him hard. It's not just a sullen life as it is now.

He took a few deep breaths and rubbed his shoulders with no trace of his hand. It took a lot of effort to cover the itch from the legs to the whole body.

Clovis stared at the monitor over there, and the more she frowned, the more she felt a bit wrong.

The fighting action was very good, and the emotions of both sides were also enough, and overall it was better than he expected. But in this paragraph ... what did he think ... the atmosphere was a bit ambiguous.

Especially the last kiss that Duan Xiubo fell on Luo Ding's shoulder, this was outside the scope of his discussion with Duan Xiubo on the plot action. However, the timing was so good that the excitement and confusion of Auston that should have been stated in the original plot were vividly displayed.

Over the crowd, he focused his eyes on Duan Xiubo, who was still refusing to go ashore in the pool, and his eyes were a bit complicated.

Mi Rui was dying: "You're coming up! The water is so cold, aren't you afraid of a cold?"

Duan Xiubo twisted his arms and twisted his legs, until the heat slowly subsided, pretending to climb out of the pool steps as if nothing had happened. Mi Rui hurriedly took off his robe, carefully mopping the water for him without making up the makeup, while muttering to him that he didn't pay attention to his body. The weather in the autumn has already turned cold, soaking in a cold pool is a rhythm of self-inflicted hardship.

Duan Xiubo allowed him to teach, and he felt that he was really neurotic. When Luo Ding just left, he was obviously angry, and his hands were really low, and he had no self-control, what was he trying to do? After a short period of addiction almost embarrassed both of them. It ’s okay to stand up when filming a bed or a movie. You also stand up when shooting this kind of fighting drama. Who knows how the people in the crew will discuss it.

"Luo, Duan, come here for a while." Clovis spoke, and Luo Ding, who was silently angry, and Duan Xiubo who did not dare to see Luo Ding had to let go of his personal emotions.

Clovi showed him the playback screen, pointing at the kiss that fell behind Luo Ding's shoulder in the back splash, and said, "What's going on?"

The corner of Luo Ding's mouth twitched, and the anger just extinguished again.

But Duan Xiubo unreasonably stirred the three-pointer: "I have carefully studied the personality of Auston, who is abstinent, self-disciplined, tenacious, unconvinced and valued emotionally. He has been so lonely, even when facing the Elven Queen Understood, don't you think that in his heart, the unique Alfred is more than just a friend? "

"..." Luo Dingran.

"..." Crowe looked slightly, "seems ..."

"Right." Duan Xiubo's serious expression on the official business office, "I just tried to show it, this kind of small movement that does not cross the border and some cross the border. Of course, if you feel bad, I will not insist too much."

Clovis was silent, turned back and stared at the monitor for a while, then opened the script and looked at it for a long time, and finally nodded: "I think you are right."

Luo Ding's eyes widened suddenly.

Clovi really praised it: "Your suggestion is very meaningful, which I haven't thought of before. Very good, this action can be added when shooting a few other shots. Luo, this guy During the shooting, I often add some movements on my own, and you need more cooperation. "

"... Of course." What else could Luo Ding say? Clovis had spoken, and he couldn't help but reach over his shoulders, and after less than a second, realized that something was wrong and quickly withdrew. In addition to anger in my heart, there is something else.

Several plays went smoothly, and the first few scenes of the boot were a great success. As a reward, the two starring actors ended early and went back to rest early.

Luo Ding's body is really not working. I'm dizzy when I soak in cold water. Although I didn't sneeze, the precursor of a cold seems very bad now. If you are sick, your mental state will definitely affect the subsequent shooting. of.

After taking a hot sweaty bath, Luo Ding drank a large bowl of thick **** soup cooked by Wu Fangyuan, and threw a piece of **** directly into his mouth with the itch spreading down his throat. Because he was afraid of hurting his throat, he didn't dare to swallow it directly, and the hot pain in his mouth made him sweat again, which made him feel better.

Shower again, dress, climb to bed, and turn on the lamp computer.

Waiting for the boot, he froze silently.

The palms are subconsciously covered on the shoulders. Here, the whole day of shooting was counted down and kissed countless times. The tiny itch crawled slowly out of the bottom of the muscles, and swarmed around the hairs like ants with plenty of feet, which was disturbing and uncomfortable.

This is work.

Duan Xiubo this bastard.

Relying here is his home ...

Luo Ding stretched his hands into his clothes and rubbed his shoulders, and his scolding ability was getting less and less. In fact ... when I get used to it, this feeling is not so annoying ...

Someone knocked at the door and called back his thoughts about walking. Luo Ding sat up and said, "Who?"

The people outside seemed to be silent for a few seconds, and then whispered, "It's me."

Duan Xiubo.

Luo Ding regretted that he should pretend he was not in the room.

Duan Xiubo said: "Open the door, I have something to tell you."

Luo Ding had to get up to open the door for him. Duan Xiubo wore a white shirt without a tie and his slacks, his eyes fell slightly on Luo Ding's robe, and then he looked into the room: "Can I enter ? "

Luo Ding backed away, the other side came into the house with a small medicine box, turned on the lights, locked, and sat on his bed more naturally than in his own home.

"I brought you some cold medicine, for prevention." Duan Xiubo saw Luo Ding not speak, so he had to take the lead in speaking, carefully paying attention to Luo Ding's movements, "sorry."

"Thank you." Luo Ding nodded at him. "You can go."

"I'm sorry." Duan Xiubo didn't leave, instead he sat closer to Luo Ding and stared at his eyes. "I'm on the set today, I'm sorry."

Luo Ding was silent.

"I shouldn't do that. I'm wrong because I'm using the public for personal gain and affecting filming."

His attitude of admitting a mistake was too natural, but Luo Ding didn't know what to say. He continued to care about him, but he just let it go. The breath in his heart couldn't swallow.

Duan Xiubo sat closer and lowered his head: "I was wrong."

He leaned closer to Rodin: "I was wrong."

Staring at Luo Ding's eyes, "I was wrong."

"I admit it."

"Okay, okay!" The other party was almost posted on himself, and Luo Ding felt that if he could remain indifferent, he would be a god-man. He pushed Duan Xiubo away, and slipped away a bit, "I know, I'm not angry! I accept, you don't want to come back anymore."

Duan Xiubo looked at him and smiled quietly.

The smile grew bigger and bigger, showing a white tooth. Watching him angrily say that he didn't have an angry mouth, and the sweetness in his heart even overwhelmed the restlessness.

"I mean, I shouldn't touch you when shooting. I was a little excited at that time ..."

"Don't say it." Luo Ding's head was going to faint, "I accept your apology! Duan, you go back, I'm going to rest!"

Duan Xiubo stared at him and sighed slowly.

"Why do you always do this ..." I don't know what I'm sighing about, and I feel helpless, like complaining that my cat is always picky about eating cat food.

Luo Ding lay on his back and heard that he raised a hand to cover his face: "Don't say it."

"Do you know what I want to say?"

"I know!" Luo Dingren turned up unbearably and sat up, staring angrily at him. The helplessness of this next-door bear child who came to the house to **** and smash the unfortunately and still couldn't get started is really unpleasant! Does Duan Xiubo see that he wants to avoid this problem? Still talking about it, say a fart! So many words!

To the upper part of Xiubo's inclusive eyes, Luo Ding's anger in his heart was like a balloon that had been pierced, and silently stunned.

"I really don't want to talk about it now." No more anger, he rubbed his eyebrows calmly and began to reason with the other side, "It's fine now, don't bother, go back."

"It's not good." Duan Xiubo replied stubbornly. "What do you hide? Are you tired of pretending to be pretending?"

"Not tired."

Duan Xiubo was stupefied dumb, and it took a while to get his voice back: "You just don't want to ... why? I'm not good enough?"

"You're fine." Luo Ding sighed and reached out and patted each other's face. "It's not your problem, it's my problem."

"Why?" The other stared at him, his frown gradually wrinkled, "Do you have someone you like?"

Luo Ding shook his head.

"Because ... because I am a man?"

Shake his head.

Duan Xiubo's lips narrowed and he stared at Luo Ding for a while, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist and turned it over, revealing a scar on Luo Ding's wrist: "Because of him?"

Luo Ding wanted to retract his hand, but Duan Xiubo grabbed it too tightly. When he retracted, the opponent became even harder.

Nodded and shook his head, Luo Ding sighed: "Don't ask you."

"Is Su Shengbai?" Duan Xiubo was still talking to himself.

"Why are you asking so many?" Luo Ding was helpless. The man was thirty years old and still like a child. He had to break the casserole to ask questions in the end, but some people said that it would be bad for anyone. Luo Ding also simply did not want to stir into another relationship when his position was unknown. Such anxiety was indeed brought to him by Su Shengbai and Xu Zhen. But how can he explain this concern? Facing a man who is pursuing himself and asking any questions about loyalty, can the other person's answer be imagined?

It's Su Shengbai! Sure enough, Su Shengbai! Duan Xiubo was buzzing about this problem in his head, and was about to suffocate himself. What kind of vision is Luo Ding! ? What's so good about Su Shengbai! It's fake and marketable, and he doesn't look good. He has a stature and bad character. What is his vision!

"You committed suicide for him?" The roar in his heart vented his anger, and Duan Xiubo recovered his reason and calmly continued to ask, "Because he disbanded the group? Do you still like him in your heart? So it's so good to meet him again."

"I don't like him anymore," Luo Ding replied very seriously, "but he made me distrust my feelings."

"As for it?" Duan Xiubo was very wronged. "Why should I bear it for his iniquity?"

Luo Ding glanced at him. Where did this man ’s energy come from? So determined that without Su Shengbai he would certainly accept him? Isn't it common to confession? In other words, he would be so aggressive to ask why the confession did not accept himself. It's as if this is a sinful thing. From this point of view, Duan Xiubo seems to be somewhat abnormal.

Although Duan Xiubo was angry, he felt much better after he determined that Luo Ding could not let go of Su Shengbai. Luo Ding is not a phony person. If he does not want to let him know the truth, Luo Ding will only use silence to fool. This private explanation, as long as you speak, you do not need to question the truth.

The past cannot be traced back, which is the most helpless and unattainable for later people. Luo Ding's history is not within the scope of his anger, because at that time he never appeared in the life of the other party.

Seeing Duan Xiubo mournfully preparing to leave, Luo Ding couldn't bear it and stopped the other party.

"Duan Brother, I'm sorry." Luo Ding sincerely apologized, "You are really good."

"But you don't like it, what good is it?"

Until the other party's footsteps gradually walked away from the room, Luo Ding still kept the motion of sitting upright on the bed without moving.

Like it ... why not like it.

He sighed softly.

It was just this liking that was not enough to let him be disregarded.

*******

The filming was busy and hard, and soon the two full-fledged men who talked about feelings could no longer afford to deal with things other than filming.

Duan Xiubo was still gentle, as if not overshadowed by the confession of failure. When he got along with Luo Ding, his posture was also very natural, but the excessively close physical contact as he did in the first act of shooting never happened again.

Luo Ding was relieved, but deep down, he felt lost.

Around Christmas, near the end of the year, once again reached the peak of the artist's work. Both crews sent a promotional invitation to Luo Ding. The popularity of ep has not disappeared, which allowed Luo Ding to be shortlisted for the annual Chinese music festival held at the end of December. In addition, shooting and production publicity split one person into two. Not necessarily enough. During this time, Wu Fangyuan and Gu Yaxingguang were busy making the most reasonable schedule for him.

This also makes Luoding easier.

Busy with work, less time is left for private life, which also prevents him from having a headache in the emotional struggle with Duan Xiubo. Although Duan Xiubo didn't leak the water in disguise, the atmosphere became stranger than before when the two were in private. Often, Luo Ding felt embarrassed several times when he stopped talking and looked at the other party but said nothing at the end.

Shortly before Christmas, the filming of the crew finally came to an end. On the day he got the fake, Wu Fangyuan booked a later ticket, and Luo Ding prepared to return to China.

They don't have much time, so the crew can't delay shooting.

Luo Ding was sitting in the waiting room and using his wifi to pad his mobile phone. Various domestic entertainment news near the end of the year are inseparable from the topic of the Spring Festival. If you are not wrong, you must have a share of the various videos of the Spring Festival. Alas. Then it was scheduled to start broadcasting on New Year's Day. After several promotional activities, Zheng Kezhen had shown a very welcome attitude towards the official broadcast of the TV series.

The shadows came from far and near, and stopped next to him. Luo Ding smelled the thick taste of the coat and tobacco. He raised his eyebrows and raised his head to see Duan Xiubo wearing a mask sitting next to him.

He was surprised: "Duan Duan ?!"

"Don't wait for me from the group?" Duan Xiubo didn't see much in his mild smile, or he was as close as ever, but the emotions in his eyes were a little more complicated. "I want to return to China for propaganda."

Forgot to ask him. Or maybe he didn't ask him on purpose.

Luo Ding is a bit embarrassed. He wants to temporarily distance himself from Duan Xiubo. Since he didn't accept the other party, he didn't intend to take a swift attitude to suspend the other party to make a spare tire.

After a few words of embarrassment, the two did not speak again, playing with the cellphone by themselves, as if they couldn't lift their heads.

Mi Rui sat silently while chewing gum, and the curiosity in her heart struck down the sea, but she tried to straighten her expression without showing the slightest. Passing Luo Ding and Duan Xiubo, he looked at Wu Fangyuan, who was sitting on the other side and was thinking about the notebook, and sighed. Sure enough, the more stupid the person, the simpler the world.

On the plane, Duan Xiubo crossed the aisle to go to the toilet, and his eyes fell on the person wearing the blindfold and sleeping under the quilt by the window. The partition of the window was not lowered, and the warm glow of the sun hit him, exposing the delicate skin of the face like a bubble that burst.

The footsteps could not help but he paused and sighed.

Luo Ding was thin again. During this time, the film crew had a delicate relationship with him, and Duan Xiubo was not good at caring about him as carefully as before. But every move of the other person's daily life was taken into account by him. Looking at Luo Ding who was so pretentious and devoted himself to the shooting, his great temper was also rounded.

Luo Ding's man was a glutton, and the more he got along with it, the more he felt stubborn. Because he was betrayed once and never believed that feelings were really what he could do. Duan Xiubo was angry, but he was angry with Su Shengbai, who left Luo Ding in the shadows. For Luo Ding, he has changed from being unhappy at the beginning after being rejected to his current distress.

The other side moved his body, and seemed to be a little uncomfortable with sleep. His arms were tightly tied by the quilt and he couldn't pull out.

Duan Xiubo bent over to loosen the blanket for him. After thinking about it, he pulled down the partition of the window again, and then he left in three steps.

I was seen while waiting for a flight abroad, and fans at the domestic airport had been waiting for news soon. Luo Ding was not surprised when Wu Fangyuan came back and told him that the airport was full of people. He got used to it several times.

Duan Xiubo took Mi Rui past him, stopped after taking two steps, and looked back and asked him, "Why not?"

"Duan brother, are you leaving from VIP?" Luo Ding pointed to the ordinary channel. "There are fans waiting for me at the pick-up point. You go to VIP first, I will not be with you."

Duan Xiubo paused and looked back at Mi Rui, who was in contact with the company, and suddenly smiled: "That's a coincidence. He just said that my fans over the ordinary channel also came, so just leave VIP and leave for sure I will be scolded for playing big names, and I have to go through the common channel. "

"..." Luo Ding glanced at Mi Rui in doubt, seeing that the other party was on the phone and wanted to contact the company, so he let go of the delicate little doubt in his heart. Duan Xiubo lied to him and it was no good.

Since we are going out together, it is not necessary to leave the old one behind the other. The two walked side by side, letting Wu Fangyuan explore the road in front, and then took off his mask and followed him.

Mi Rui wiped his sweat, and his tongue was slightly dull. The company's assistant told him that there are many fans at the airport who will pick up Luo Ding now. In order to avoid being accidentally injured and mistakenly filmed, he hurriedly took Duan Xiubo to sneak away. Otherwise, the riot would be bad. Mi Rui recalled that Luo Ding was still a little artist who might not be recognized on the street without sunglasses a few months ago. How long has this been happening?

Looking back.

What about Duan Xiubo?

The moment he was out of the station, the expressions on Duan Xiubo and Luo Ding's faces were fixed. Wu Fangyuan's blond hair is now quite recognizable in the fan base. When he saw him, the fans who had been just whispering suddenly burst into short and high-pitched exclamations.

Then Luo Ding and Duan Xiubo went out.

There was a brief silence in the crowd.

Everyone stared at the two people standing side by side. The first glance was naturally to see Luo Ding, and then his eyes fell on the strong man wearing a Nigerian coat half taller than him, with his eyes widening.

Duan Duan Duan Duan Duan Duan Xiu Bo! !! !! !!

What the **** is this! ? They came back by the same flight? !! They were out of the station together, they were so close together, they were both laughing! !! !! !!

The fans were stunned and felt that a large piece of sugar was easily indigested in one breath. After confirming that the scene in front of them was not an illusion, they collectively boiled—

-"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!!

Duan Xiubo looked at the loudest shouting spot. Fans wearing masks were holding their super-professional cameras and were widening their eyes and shooting wildly towards themselves. He froze, then smiled even more, reached out and held Luo Ding's shoulder and pointed to the other side, then naturally took the other side and waved at the camera together.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!!

A group of fans with blood-red eyes screamed and screamed. Luo Ding was unknown at first, and then horrified to recall the cp fan. Looking at the ray-like hot eyes in the field, his muscles began to stiffen inch by inch.

There is a panic and helplessness of the chicks blocked by the weasel at the corner.

The author has something to say: * Winds and waves ...

Adult Mariko is in a bad mood. He warned above and below, he can only describe the intimacy above the neck ...

and so……

Forgive me