After filming Pei Tingsong, everyone gathered in front of the monitor to check the original film, and everyone praised it. As soon as there were more people, Fang Juexia wanted to subconsciously retreat and leave room for everyone.

This retreat accidentally retreated into someone's arms.

Fang Juexia subconsciously lowered her head and said sorry, but the man held her shoulders back.

"Does it look good, Brother Juexia?"

Just after washing his hands, there was still water on his hands, so Pei Tingsong just put his wrist on Fang Juexia's shoulders, and his hands were hanging empty. Fang Juexia didn't have to raise his head. Just hearing the three words "Juexia Brother" you know that there was a camera next to them.

"Yes." He had no choice but to cooperate with each other and be more respectful.

Pei Tingsong pressed step by step, "Which picture is the best?"

A picture appeared in Fang Juexia's mind, but he still chose to give a safe answer, "It's all very good."

Cheng Qiang was more satisfied than Pei Tingsong himself. He kept laughing and turned around and remembered something, "By the way, Juexia, have you posted a warm baby? It's very cold to go to the outdoors later."

Fang Juexia nodded, "I've posted it."

“Put more.”

Pei Tingsong was very amused, "How many pieces have you posted? Where did you put them?" He looked down at Fang Juexia's sweater, trying to find some clues from it. Relying on the camera, Fang Juexia would not make any resistance, his hand slid directly from his shoulders, stroked his shoulder blades, and then went down.

"Finished." Pei Tingsong bent his smiley eyes, rubbed his shoulder blades without hesitation, "two."

Fang Juexia wanted to resist, but Pei Tingsong looked like a cute younger brother, without any malicious pranks. He could not interrupt his business in front of the camera.

"Only two pictures were posted?" Cheng Qiang began to worry again, "Two pictures are not possible, you have to post a few more pictures."

Pei Tingsong's hand continued to slide down, "It must be there." His motivation was very simple and naive, just to challenge the threshold of people like Fang Juexia and want to invade the situation. Fang Juexia's shell was too thick, and he seemed to be fake.

"And." Fang Juexia escaped from half of his arms without hesitation, "I pasted four pieces and there were hand warmers." His face shrank towards the down collar, looking at Cheng Qiang, trying to change the subject, "We can leave."

"I'll go and ask."

Fang Juexia followed Cheng Qiang and saw that he wanted to hide from him, Pei Tingsong found it interesting.

After the single shot, the staff began to withdraw the scene. He was already a pity for these flowers before, but he didn't expect that the prop group would take them away again. It was probably for the two-person shooting. When they passed by, Pei Tingsong asked casually.

"What's the name of this white flower?" He pointed to the flower he used to take a photo.

The prop assistant replied, "This, Kikyo."

Platycodon... Pei Tingsong nodded and took out his cell phone to search.

The name sounds pretty good.

The various postures of this flower appear on the mobile phone screen. At first glance, it is still the most beautiful pure white. The alias of it are listed below the picture, as well as various meanings that are artificially attached.

The group variety photography followed, Pei Tingsong put away his phone, tilted his head towards the camera, then turned the small surveillance screen over to face him and tidy up his hair.

"Are you handsome?"

The camera shaking up and down.

The magazine staff were almost ready, Cheng Qiang took the thing, "Okay, let's drive over after them." Cheng Qiang asked, "Will Xiao Pei go?"

Pei Tingsong had already put on a thick coat at this time and was playing a logical game of circling with the group variety photographer, tossing the camera so hard that he kept panning the camera. When he heard him call him, Pei Tingsong turned his face away.

He wanted to sleep and was about to say he couldn't go, but he heard Fang Juexia answer for him, "He doesn't have to go."

"Yes, it's cold outside, so Xiao Pei, go and shoot the double-person shed to wait for me..."

Pei Tingsong inserted his hands into his pocket, "I'm going." He deliberately grinned, "When I took photos, my brother was next to me. Now my brother took photos, of course I have to go, otherwise it would be too unreasonable."

There is no need. Fang Juexia has a headache and can only talk in his heart.

The snow scene they chose was a forest of clouds and fir. After the snow covered overnight, it turned out to be as famous as it was. Although Pei Tingsong said it beautifully, he sat next to Fang Juexia as soon as he got in the car and took a nap.

"It's a pity to make these photos an inner page." Andy's tone was exaggerated, but his words were not exaggerated at all. Lin Mo, who has always been a stingy tongue, also spoke, "The expression is good. Generally, the thorny head is a good seedling for being a model."

Cheng Qiang smiled with her. Fang Juexia looked out the window silently and felt that the guy beside him was walking forward like fishing.

The injury at the corner of the eye has not healed yet, and if this continues, there will be another scar on the forehead. If it were the past, Fang Juexia would definitely not care. But in the past, Pei Tingsong would not sit next to him.

Just as Pei Tingsong was walking forward again, Fang Juexia's palm protected his forehead and helped him back until the back of his head was leaning on the back of the chair. After completing this difficult project, Fang Juexia breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Pei Tingsong's hand, which was so cold that it turned red.

"Get the time to set up the scattered props, hurry up!"

"The filming is going to start!"

Fang Juexia walked step by step to the depths of the Yunleng Fir forest as instructed. Lin Mo took a picture behind him and then checked the original picture. The composition was the blank space in the sky and the snow. Under the clumps of towering and dark cloud fir, there was the back of Fang Juexia wearing a black sweater.

His temperament is indeed very cold, almost blending with the snow here.

The shooting assistant sprinkled some snow on Fang Juexia's hair, which echoed the white eyelashes. The tip of his nose was red from cold, and even the birthmarks at the corners of his eyes showed a redder color. This face is more suitable for close-ups anyway.

Lin Mo asked him to lie in the snow, the camera was pressed very low, and he took a picture of his side face when he was lying flat. His forehead to his nose and then slid to his lips peak like a continuous snow mountain. There was still a hint of crimson at the foot of the snow mountain, like a wound left before spring left. He had a double-exposed compositional picture in his mind, and such a curve reflected on the cold and silent clouds and fir forest.

He was right, Fang felt that summer was too suitable for winter.

Pei Tingsong fell asleep while sleeping, his head sideways to the right, and he fell into the air, and suddenly woke up. He opened his eyes and saw that there was no one in the car, and he felt something was wrong. When he lowered his head, he had a small spherical hand warmer in his hand, which was very warm.

He pulled the car door down, the cold wind poured into his neck, and he woke up instantly. He stepped on the snow and walked towards the large army step by step. Pei Tingsong saw Fang Juexia from afar. He stood in the snow forest, unlike a human, like a deer lost in the snow.

A person's temperament can really be so clean.

The temperature outside was not as hot as the indoors. Fang Juexia had to stop for a while to keep warm during the shooting. The assistant handed him a hot tea and a down jacket so that he could recover the heat as quickly as possible. Lin Mo saw Pei Tingsong coming over and said to him with satisfaction, "You are still quite talented."

Pei Tingsong asked with a smile, "Which aspect did you say?" He intuitively knew that what the other party was referring to was not the expressiveness during the shooting.

"Aesthetic." Lin Mo paused, "Sensory, creativity." After saying that, he handed the camera to Pei Tingsong, lit a cigarette and handed it to his mouth, and said vaguely, "He is indeed very suitable for winter."

"And it's a winter without offensiveness." Pei Tingsong looked at Fang Juexia's eyes in the original film, straight and tough, hiding a bit of moist and softness.

"I heard your sister say that, and I thought you were a hip-hop fanatic. I didn't expect that this is what I am."

"You are biased against hip-hop." Pei Tingsong was not polite, "its spiritual core is freedom and profound."

Lin Mo nodded without hiding his attitude, "Then don't you feel sorry for being an idol?"

When he asked this, Pei Tingsong's first reaction was not a pity, but remembered the previous dispute between him and Fang Juexia.

[Dreams are not high or low, only real and unreal.]

He breathed a long sigh of relief, and the white mist was swaying. It was a pity, but it should be a pity.

His eyes drifted away, and he saw that he was wearing a thick down jacket ten meters away. The staff was preparing for the next round of shooting and sets near him, while he stepped on the snow and stepped on it for a few steps, and it seemed to turn into a dance move. Xiao Sha, who was originally just stepping on the snow, suddenly began to dance in a small way, and then wrapped it in a wide down jacket, like a slippery little penguin.

The phone vibrated, and Pei Tingsong lowered his head to unlock the screen. It was their group chat group.

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He also gave a rustic sun expression.

It turned out that he would be emotional and happy when chatting. Pei Tingsong looked up at Fang Juexia and found that he stomped his feet on the snow a few times until he was stopped by Andy, who was applying makeup, and he returned to Fang Juexia's small ice pattern before.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Lin Mo smiled and squatted down and poked the cigarette on the snow to wipe it out, "It's really a pity."

Unexpectedly, Pei Tingsong said at this time, "Maybe not." He kicked Xue and put his hands in his pockets, "I don't know." After that, he walked towards Fang Juexia and heard what song he was humming, which was very nice.

Fang Juexia obediently closed her eyes, and let Andy apply transparent lip oil on his eye sockets. Unexpectedly, suddenly, his back of his neck cooled down. He opened his eyes and turned his head. Seeing Pei Tingsong laughing behind him, "I threw a snowball in."

Seeing Fang Juexia's eyes wide open, Pei Tingsong laughed, "I'm lying to you."

The shooting went smoothly. It was too cold outside. Just as a snowman's head was piled up, Pei Tingsong was so cold that his teeth trembled. He kicked the snowball that had been rubbing for a long time and quickly hid back to the carport of the work group to sit down. His eyes were attracted by the original film on the monitor. Two monitors were one on the left and one on the right, Lin Mo's camera straight out, and the right was a video taken by the magazine.

Fang Juexia in the picture was lying on his back, unlike the previous group. After changing his makeup, his eyes were wet, and some transparent liquid slid across his cheeks like tears. The snow-white eyelashes surrounded his confused eyes.

The birthmark is red, the tip of the nose is red, and the lips are so. The gaps are slightly opened, and a piece of crystal ice is pressed against it, and a cherry is frozen in the transparent ice.

This picture was so beautiful that it was too early. Pei Tingsong looked at it calmly, and then came back to his senses when he heard the sound.

He looked at the display screen on the right. In the video, the ice was constantly melting, and water was flowing down from the corner of his mouth. When Lin Mo shouted ok, Fang Juexia turned her face and opened her lips, gently pushed the tip of her tongue out, spitting the ice into her hands. He sat up, his hair was covered with snow, the birthmark at the corners of his eyes was as red as his lips, and he laughed, "It's so ice." As he said that, he pressed the back of his hand against his lips, took it away again, and repeated several times, "The lips were numb."

Pei Tingsong suddenly thought of the feeling of the candy paper.

It’s obviously a long time ago, but that feeling has not been forgotten.

"I'm really born to eat this bowl of rice." The staff member not far behind sighed, "This face looks better than a girl."

"Yes. If this woman was so beautiful, it would be a pity that many people would be chasing her." Another male planner showed a meaningful expression on his face, "No wonder..."

Before he could finish speaking, his shoulder was blocked and he turned his head to see Pei Tingsong's simple smile.

"No wonder?" His tone was kind and curious, "I want to hear it too."

The author has something to say: My writing style will be adjusted according to the chapters and characters. Sometimes it will be more ignorant and some will be more funny, and the writing is very straightforward. The chapters of the magazine are also different. They require a sense of picture, so there will be more descriptions. Pei Tingsong's settings occasionally need to be more poetic and romantic.

If you like the fast-paced progress bar type, I'm very sorry that I'm not that type of style. I hope every reader can find the article they like and then read it happily~
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