Recapture the Entertainment Industry

Auston lifted his heavy sword in his hand and stepped into the bathroom in his magnificent robe, and almost instantaneously locked his eyes on the young man lying naked beside the bath.

Alfred was thin and elegant, with satiny black hair spread like a skirt, floating in the water, some hanging on his shoulders, and more flowing like water ripples. Auston stunned slightly, then his eyes suddenly sharpened, approaching the pool in two or three steps, ignoring Alfred's amazement and retreating, a sword slashed toward the other person's head-

Alfred The child sank into the water and waited until his head emerged, already in the center of the bath. He was pale and scared, trying to slide towards the shore of the pool, paying attention to Auston’s abnormal movements and yelling: "What are you doing!" The

pool was not big, Auston jumped directly into the water, splashing countless splashes of water, Then quickly approached the young man who was about to flee.

The blade is fierce, and the angle and strength of the slash obviously want to kill him. Alfred is unknown, but his instinct to survive makes him start to fight back. He avoided Jian Feng's jump on the stomach of Auston by the buoyancy of the water, but was quickly held by his opponent's ankle and pulled towards him.

why!

His eyes widened, his bloodshot eyes gradually spread, his face full of panic and disbelief.

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

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

Alfred uttered a low wailing confessedly, closing his eyes like the calf preparing to greet the slaughter. The whole body of blood boiled for the imminent death. He was frightened and unwilling to accept it. He was even more unable to accept that he was unclearly sentenced to such a trial.

The pores were moving, opening and closing, and the complicated pattern appeared slowly from the tail vertebrae like a tarot card that was pushed down, covered with fair skin, and climbed on his waist, shoulders, and even half of his abdomen. A pool of water rippled with shimmering light shining on him, and his eyes closed quietly waiting for his death as a suffocating beauty.

Auston held his sword, and the tip of the sword slowly left the other person's face and was thrown aside silently.

He stepped closer, staring at the other person's face, reaching out to pause for a moment at the other person's trembling eyelashes, slowly sliding down, and stroking the abdomen with the vine pattern on the front.

Alfred was an agitator and opened his eyes: "What are you doing!?"

"Elven Forest...Blessed Magic Vine..." Auston ignored him and muttered to himself that he wanted to As you say, the closer you are to the hand, the last you start to knead the other person's waist.

Alfred was so scared that he pushed away and wanted to escape. Auston shouted at him like crazy: "Don't move!!! Let me see clearly!!!"

"Adult! You are crazy!!!" Alfred fled towards the shore and fled, full His face was frightened, but he didn't expect the paddling hand to be caught by the opponent, and then was dragged back, unable to resist.

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

Auston became more and more excited in his shouting, his breathing became more rapid and his eyes became fascinated And focus.

"Don't move." He said twice, seeing Alfred still want to run, frowning and turning the other person irresistibly against the shoulder and pressing it against the side of the pool, leaning over and pressing up, using his legs Fix the other person's body.

"Don't move!!!"

Alfred was going crazy: "Adult!!!"

Auston pulled away Alfred's soft black hair and gently brushed his round shoulders to his chest, Staring at the other party's back with an almost observance gesture.

His eyes became more and more fanatical, but his movements became softer and softer. He suddenly choked: "Magic Vine, Alfred, where are you from?"

Close to Alfred, he gently embraced the other from the back. Middle: "Where are you from?"

Alfred trembles all over his body: "Let me go..."

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

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

"No, you are wrong, you are not from the Principality of Saifan , you are from the East Continent, the most The rich land." Auston hugged the tighter, seeing the other party gradually quieted down because of his whisper, tightened his arms, pressed his head closely to the other's side face, slid his hand down the water, and touched the other's waist Belly, "Look, look at these beautiful patterns. You are of noble descent, blessed and blessed by the forest of elves, your parents... you must not have told you these..."

"My father is a farmer..." Alfred De answered in bewilderment.

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

Auston said, gazing affectionately at the other person's shoulders, lowering his head, on that skin Drop a soft kiss.

"Card!!!"

**

Luo Ding pushed away Duan Xiubo, followed the voice of the closing machine and quickly crossed away from the other side, his heart full of anger.

Duan Xiubo's hand just now... underwater hand... He was standing against the pool wall by the two of them, so wouldn’t he be discovered? ! Where is he so brave! I dare to touch him in a large crowd...to touch his place...

was shuffled for a few steps and almost slipped into the water. Duan Xiubo saw Luoding quickly climbed to the shore. The trousers with special skin tone were too loose to As for immersion in water, all of them were attached to his skin, and his body lines were extremely clear, strong and flexible.

The fists under the water clenched tightly, until Wu Fangyuan put the bathrobe on Luoding's body to cover the landscape, he barely pulled back his mind, so that his hind feet would not follow him.

The water is cold, but the body is hot.

Luo Ding's expression is not very good-looking, he is too angry and doesn't want to pretend, but everyone else thinks he is just cold. The painter quickly rushed and said: "Be careful not to apply too much force when wiping the water. I had to repaint it again."

Luo Ding hid his long long hair behind him, and he drew a big mouthful of ginger tea near the rest seat, his heart burning like gas.

Duan Xiubo is getting more and more arrogant! There was a little movement during shooting that would not make him angry like this, but so many people are watching, how dare he? ! How dare you feel like this! He must be intentional! After shooting for so many years, the opponent's small movements can be distinguished by intentional or unintentional Luoding! When Duan Xiubo's hand was covered just now, it was not as simple as covering it here. He pinched a few, and even tried to drill into his hand from the waistband. Fortunately, he only drew back in the belly and retracted it. Otherwise, Luo Ding said he would beat him hard. Instead of just being a life sulking like now.

He took a few deep breaths, rubbed his shoulders without rubbing his shoulders, and it took a lot of effort to cover the itch from the calf to the whole body.

Clovi stared at the monitor over there, the more the brows grew, the tighter the brows became.

The fighting movements are very good, and the emotions of both sides are also enough to be invested, which is generally better than he expected. But this paragraph... how he looked and how he felt... the atmosphere was a bit ambiguous.

Especially the last kiss that Xiu Bo fell on Luo Ding's shoulder, this is not within the scope of the plot action he just discussed with Duan Xiu Bo. But the timing of the appearance was just right, so that the excitement and confusion of Aston that should have been stated in the original plot were vividly displayed.

Passing the crowd, he set his eyes on Duan Xiubo, who was still in the pool and refused to go ashore. His eyes were a little complicated.

Mi Rui died anxiously: "You come up! The water is so cold and you are not afraid of catching a cold?"

Duan Xiubo twisted his arms and twisted his legs, until the heat of his body slowly subsided, before pretending to walk on the pool stage as if nothing had happened. come out. Mi Rui quickly took off his robe, while carefully wiping water for him without getting makeup, while nagging that he didn't pay attention to his body. The climate and weather in autumn have already turned cold. Immersed in the cold water pool is the rhythm of bitterness.

Duan Xiubo let him teach him, and he felt that he was really a neuropathy. Luo Ding's appearance when he just left was obviously angry, and his hands were so cheap, he didn't have any self-control, what kind of touch? After a while, the addiction almost embarrassed both of them. It's better to stand up when shooting the bed and drama. It's better to stand up when shooting this kind of fighting drama. Who knows what the people in the crew will discuss.

"Luo, Duan, you two come here for a moment." As soon as Clovey made a speech, both Luoding, who was silently angry, and Duan Xiubo, who didn't dare to see Luoding, had to let go of his personal emotions.

Clovis showed them the replay screen, pointing at the kiss that Xiu Bo fell on the shoulder of Luoding after the splash of the needle, and said, "What's going on?"

Luoding's mouth twitched, and the anger that just extinguished again. Rekindled.

Instead, Duan Xiubo unreasonably stirs up the three points: "I have carefully studied the character of Aston, abstinence, self-discipline, tenacity, perseverance and valued feelings. He has always been so lonely, even when facing the elf queen. Fakely, don’t you think that in his heart, the unique Alfred is not just as simple as a friend?"

"..." Luo Dingmuran.

"..." Clovi looked slightly, "It seems..."

"Right." Duan Xiubo's serious expression of official business, "I just tried to show that this kind of small movement that does not cross the boundary and some cross the boundary. Of course, if you feel bad, I won’t stick to it too much.”

Clovi was silent, turned back to stare at the monitor for a while, and then flipped through the script again. After a long time, he finally nodded: “ I think you are right."

Luo Ding's eyes widened in surprise.

Clovis praised it very seriously: "Your suggestion is very meaningful. This is something I hadn't thought of before. Well, this action can be added when shooting a few other shots. Luo, this guy During the shooting, I often add some actions by myself, which requires you to cooperate."

"...Of course." What else can Luoding say? Clovis spoke, and he couldn't help but stretch his hand over his shoulder. After less than a second, he realized that it was wrong and quickly withdrew. In addition to anger, there is something else in my heart.

The scenes went smoothly, and the first few scenes of the start-up were a great success. As a reward, the two leading actors were able to close the work in advance and go back to rest early.

Luo Ding's body is really not good. After soaking in cold water, he was a bit dizzy. Although he didn't sneeze, the signs of a cold are very bad now. If he is sick, his mental state will definitely affect the subsequent shooting. of.

After taking a hot bath that made people sweat, Luo Ding finished drinking a large bowl of thick ginger soup boiled by Wu Fangyuan, and dropped a piece of ginger and chewed in the mouth with the itch that spread down his throat. Because he was worried about hurting his throat, he didn't dare to swallow it directly. The pain in his entire mouth caused him to sweat again, which made him feel better.

Take a shower again, get dressed, crawl onto the bed, and turn on the desk lamp computer.

Waiting for the boot, he was silent in a daze.

The palm of your hand covered your shoulders subconsciously. Here, today's shooting throughout the day was dropped and kissed countless times. The tiny itch slowly crawled out of the bottom of the muscles, like a multi-legged ant that swam through the hairs in groups, uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

This is work.

Duan Xiubo this bastard.

Relying on this is his home field...

Luo Ding reached into his clothes in confusion and rubbed his shoulders, and the curse was getting less and less. In fact... when I got used to it, this feeling was not so annoying...

Someone knocked on the door and called back his wandering thoughts. Luo Ding sat up: "Who?"

The person 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 and open the door for him. Duan Xiubo was wearing a white shirt without a tie and his slacks, and his eyes fell on Luo Ding's nightgown After a slight pause, he looked at the room: "Can I go in?"

Luo Ding retreated, and the other party entered the room with a small medicine chest, turned on the light, dropped the lock, and sat on his bed, compared to himself. It’s natural to be at home.

"I brought you some cold medicine to prevent it." Duan Xiubo saw Luo Ding not talking, so he had to speak first, carefully paying attention to Luo Ding's movements, "Sorry."

"Thank you." Luo Nodded to him, "You can go."

"I'm sorry." Duan Xiubo didn't go, changed to sit closer to Luoding, staring at his eyes, "Today on the set, I'm sorry."

Luoding was silent. Too.

"I shouldn't do that. I'm wrong because of public conspiracy, which affects the shooting."

His attitude of admitting his mistake was too natural. Instead, Luo Ding didn't know what to say. He continued to worry that he was too small-bodied. The breath in his heart couldn't be swallowed.

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

He leaned close to Luo Ding: "I was wrong."

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

"I admit it wrong."

"Okay, okay!!!" The other party was almost sticking to himself. Luo Ding felt that he could be indifferent. He shot away Duan Xiubo and slid away to sit a little further. "I know, I'm not angry! I accepted, you don't lean on."

Duan Xiubo looked at him and smiled quietly.

The smile grew bigger and bigger, showing white teeth. Watching him angrily said that his lifeless mouth was misaligned, the sweetness in his heart even overwhelmed the uneasiness.

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

"Don't say it." Luo Ding heard his head faint, "I accept your apology! Duan brother You go back quickly, I'm going to rest!"

Duan Xiubo stared at him, sighing slowly.

"Why do you always do this..." I don't know what to sigh. The language is gentle and helpless, like complaining that my own cats always pick and eat cat food.

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

"You know what I'm going to say?"

"I know!" Luo Ding could not help but turned up and sat up, no Staring at him angrily, this kind of helplessness that the bear child next door came to the house to smash and smash, but couldn't start beating hard is really uncomfortable! Can't see Duan Xiubo want to avoid this problem? Still talking about it, talking about fart! So many words!

To the tolerant eyes of Xiubo in the upper section, Luo Ding's anger in his heart was like a pierced balloon, and he quietly collapsed.

"I really don't want to talk about it now." No longer angry, he rubbed his brows and calmly began to reason with the other party. "It's fine now, don't make trouble, go back."

"This is not good." Paragraph Xiubo replied stubbornly, "What are you hiding? Are you tired of pretending?"

"Not tired."

Duan Xiubo was choked by dumbness. After a while, he recovered his voice: "You just don't want that...Why? I'm not good enough?"

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

"Why?" The other party stared at him, frowning gradually. "Do you have someone you like?"

Luo Ding shook his head.

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

Shaking his head.

Duan Xiubo's lips pursed, staring at Luoding for a while, and suddenly reached out to grab his wrist and turned it over, revealing the scar on Luoding's wrist: "Because of him?"

Luoding wanted to retract his hand. But Duan Xiubo grabbed too tightly, he shrank, and the other party pressed harder.

Nodding and shaking his head, Luo Ding sighed: "Don't ask you."

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

"Why do you ask so much?" Luo Ding was helpless. The man was still a child in his thirties. He had to break the casserole to ask the question. He didn't know that some of the problems were bad for anyone. Luo Ding also just didn't want to stir up another emotion when his position was unknown. This kind of unrest was really 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 conceivable?

It is Su Shengbai! Sure enough, it was Su Shengbai! Duan Xiubo was buzzing about this question in his head, and he was going to be angry. Luo Ding what is this vision! ? What good is Su Shengbai! It’s fake and marketable, it doesn’t look good, it looks like a chicken, it has a bad character, what is his vision!

"You committed suicide for him?" The roar in your heart vented your 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 see him again."

" I don't like him anymore." Luo Ding answered very seriously. "It's just that he made me not believe in feelings."

"As for?!" Duan Xiubo was wronged, "Why should I take the responsibility for his sin?!"

Luo Ding glanced at him. Where did this man's confidence come from? So sure that without Su Shengbai, he will accept him? Is it not common for confession to be rejected? That is why he would be so aggressive and asked why the confessed party did not accept himself. As if this were a sinful thing. From this perspective, Duan Xiubo seems confident that something is abnormal.

Although Duan Xiubo was angry, he felt much better after he determined that Luo Ding could not let Su Shengbai down. Luo Ding is not a person who tells lies. If he doesn't want him to know the truth, Luo Ding will only silence with silence. This kind of private explanation, as long as it comes out, then there is no need to question the truth.

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

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

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

"But you don't like it. What good is it?"

Until the other party left the room, the footsteps gradually went away. Luo Ding still kept that. There was no movement in sitting upright on the bed.

Like...why don't you like it?

He sighed softly.

It's just that he likes it, and it's not so much that it makes him careless.

*******

The shooting of "Blade Warrior III" is busy and hard. Soon, the two full-fledged men who talk about feelings can no longer spare their energy to deal with things other than shooting.

Duan Xiubo is still the same kind of gentleness. It seems that he is not shrouded in the shadow of the failure of confession. His posture is also very natural when he is with Luo Ding. However, the excessively intimate physical contact as in the first scene of the filming never happened.

Luo Ding was relieved, but deep inside, he was faintly lost.

Around Christmas, near the end of the year, once again reached the peak of the artist's work. Both the crew of "Tang Biography" and "Wolong" sent invitations to Luo Ding. The popularity of EP has not disappeared, which made Luo Ding shortlisted for the annual Chinese music festival held at the end of December, plus the shooting of "Blade Warrior III" And making publicity, splitting one person into two is not always enough. During this time Wu Fangyuan and Gu Yaxing were busy making the most reasonable itinerary for him.

This also made Luoding easier.

Busy work, less time is left for private life, which also prevents him from getting tangled in the emotional entanglement with Duan Xiubo. Although Duan Xiubo pretends to be leak-proof, the atmosphere becomes stranger than before when the two get along privately. There were often situations where he kept talking and looked at the other party without saying anything. Luo Ding felt embarrassed several times.

Shortly before Christmas, the shooting of the crew of Blades III finally came to an end. On the day of the leave, Wu Fangyuan booked a later flight ticket, and Luo Ding was preparing to return to China.

They don’t have much time, and the filming of the crew can’t be delayed.

Luo Ding sits in the waiting room and pads his mobile phone with WiFi. Near the end of the year, all kinds of domestic entertainment news are inseparable from the topic of the Chinese New Year. If you guess right, "Wolong" is definitely a variety of videos in the Chinese New Year. Take a slice of it. "Tang Biography" is set to start broadcasting on New Year's Day, Zheng Kezhen has several publicity activities, the audience has shown a very welcome attitude towards the official broadcast of the TV series.

The shadow came under pressure from far and near, and stopped beside him. Luo Ding smelled the thick smell of the woolen coat and tobacco, raised his eyebrows, and raised his head to see Duan Xiubo sitting next to him wearing a mask.

He was very surprised: "Brother Duan?!"

"Don't wait for me to leave the group?" Duan Xiubo couldn't see more things in his gentle smile, or as always, close, but the emotions in his eyes were more complicated , ""Wolong" propaganda, I will also return home."

Forgot to ask him. Or that he did not ask him deliberately.

Luo Ding was a little embarrassed. He wanted to keep a distance from Duan Xiubo temporarily. Since he did not accept the other party, he had no intention of adopting a casual attitude to hang the other party as a spare tire.

After a few words of greeting, the two didn't speak again. They played on their cell phones and seemed to be unable to lift their heads.

Mi Rui sat silently chewing gum, the curiosity in his heart hit like a mountain, but he tried to correct his expression without showing anything. Crossing Luo Ding and Duan Xiubo, he looked at Wu Fangyuan, who was sitting on the other side, chanting and sketching in a notebook, and sighed a long way. Sure enough, the stupid person is, the simpler the world is.

On the plane, Duan Xiubo crossed the aisle to go to the toilet, and his eyes fell on the man who was wearing an eye mask and wrapped in a quilt and slept by the window. The partition of the window was not put down, and the warm glow of the sun hit him, and the skin on the exposed face was like a burst of foam.

He couldn't help but paused and sighed.

Luo Ding was thin again. During this time, the shooting team had a subtle relationship with him. Duan Xiubo was not good enough to care about him as meticulously as before. But the other party's daily routines were all included in his eyes. Looking at Luo Ding, who was so obsessed and devoted himself to the shooting, his big temper was also rounded.

Luo Ding is a man, and the more he gets along, the more he feels stubborn. Because I was betrayed once, I don’t believe that feelings are really what he can do. Duan Xiubo was angry, but the angry thing was Su Shengbai, who made Luo Ding leave a shadow. For Luo Ding, he has changed from his indignation after being rejected to his present distress.

The other party moved his body and seemed to be a little uncomfortable sleeping, his arms were tightly bound by the quilt and could not be pulled out.

Duan Xiubo bent over to loosen the quilt cover for him. After thinking for a while, he pulled down the partition of the window, and then left step by step.

It was probably seen while waiting for a flight abroad. There were fans with quick news waiting at the domestic airport. Luoding was not surprised when he heard Wu Fangyuan came back and told him that the pick-up point was full of people again. After getting down several times, he was used to it.

Duan Xiubo walked past him with Mi Rui, stopped after two steps, and asked him, "Why don't you go?"

"Duan Du, are you going from VIP?" Luo Ding pointed to the ordinary channel, "There is a fan waiting for me over there at the pick-up point. Please go to the VIP first. I won't be with you anymore."

Duan Xiubo gave a pause, looked back at Mi Rui, who was in contact with the company, and suddenly showed one Smile: "That's a coincidence. He just said that my fans over the normal channel are also coming. If you leave VIP like this, you will definitely be scolded for big names. I also have to use the normal channel."

"..." Luo Ding swept in doubt. Mi Rui, seeing the other party on the phone and trying to contact the company, let go of the subtle little doubts in her mind. Duan Xiubo has no advantage in deceiving him.

Since going out together, there is no need to separate the old people one after the other. The two simply walked side by side, allowing Wu Fangyuan to explore the path in front of him, followed by taking off his mask.

Mi Rui wiped his sweat, his heart slightly stunned. The company's assistant told him that there are many fans at the airport to pick up the airport for Luo Ding. In order to avoid accidental injuries and mistakes, he quickly sneaked in with Duan Xiubo, otherwise it would be bad to cause a riot. Mi Rui recalled that Luo Ding was still a small artist who wouldn't be recognized without going to the street without wearing sunglasses a few months ago. How long has it been since the world changed so fast.

Look back.

Duan Xiubo?

The expression on the faces of Duan Xiubo and Luo Ding was frozen at the moment of going out. Wu Fangyuan's blonde hair is now quite recognizable in the fan base. When he saw him, the fans who had just been whispered suddenly burst into short, high-pitched exclamations.

Then Luo Ding and Duan Xiubo went out.

There was a moment of silence in the crowd.

Everyone stared at the two people standing side by side. The first sight was naturally to see Luo Ding. Then his eyes fell on Luo Ding's sturdy man, who was half a head taller than him in a Ni coat, his eyes widened.

Section by section, by section, by section, by section, by section! ! ! !

What is the situation with lying trough! ? Did they actually return from the same flight? ! The lying trough they both stood out together, they were so close together, they were both laughing! ! ! !

Fans shuddered, feeling that a large piece of sugar stuffed in one breath easily caused indigestion. After confirming that the scene in front was not an illusion, the group boiled

————“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Luo Ding!!! Duan Xiubo!!!!!!

Duan Xiubo looked at the place where he shouted the most. Fans wearing masks were holding their super-professional cameras and were staring at themselves. Wild shot. He froze for a moment, then smiled a little more, reached out and held Luoding's shoulder and pointed towards that side, then he naturally waved at the camera with the other side.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhiseise- wing is to do well!!! !!!

A group of fans who were covered in eyes by blood red screamed, Luo Ding was unknown, and then recalled in horror. The creature of CP powder. His muscles began to stiffen from inch to inch as he watched the ray of fiery, straight eyes.

There is a kind of panic and helplessness that is blocked by the weasel in the corner.

The author has something to say: *The wind and rain are swaying...

Yuanzi is in a bad mood, warned above and below, and can only describe the intimacy above the neck...

so...

forgive me