Pei Tingsong was more or less surprised.
The moment he opened his mouth, he knew that most people here couldn't understand what he was thinking and what he wanted to do. After all, he had been like this since he was a child. In the eyes of others, he was just a tough nut to crack. Unexpectedly, Fang Juexia actually understood. He thought that at most, he would guess that he would be dissatisfied with this sloppy plan, but what he really didn't expect was that Fang Juexia completely understood all his thoughts.
It was like two channels that were accidentally connected.
They were contradictory. They weren't the unity of bionics, but the separation and opposition of strong personalities.
Fang Juexia had his own temperature and style. He shouldn't be crudely homogenized.
These thoughts seemed to circulate in the minds of the two. Pei Tingsong attributed this inexplicable tacit understanding to the two years they spent together. Even if there was almost no communication between them, there was nothing in the world that was purely isolated. There was indeed a subtle connection between him and Fang Juexia. It was complicated and difficult to detect.
Perhaps there was a common point on a logical level. He tried to give a reasonable explanation.
Lin Mo seemed to be very satisfied with Fang Juexia's proposal. Images and inspiration appeared in his mind, which greatly increased his enthusiasm for this work. "Spring and winter, very good." He confirmed Fang Juexia's face, carefully observed, and finally came to a conclusion. "You are indeed suitable for the concept of winter. andy."
"Ah, here it comes. I also think this version is better. The end of winter and the spring of solstice are also suitable for the recent timing. Moreover, the two of them are not the same style. I have to think about the makeup and style this time. " Andy had been in the industry for ten years and was a real person. As soon as he saw Lin Mo's face, he knew that he was going to do something big this time. At the beginning, he also dispelled the idea of slacking off. After all, this time, they were working with a big photographer and two upstarts in the industry.
The most taboo in the entertainment industry was to underestimate someone. No one could predict who would become famous overnight, not to mention that the two's looks were already obvious.
They spent more than two hours discussing again. This process was not common in the entertainment industry that pursued high efficiency. Everyone wanted to start work immediately and wrap up quickly. But it was worth it. After all, it went from a perfunctory assembly line to a creation that everyone took seriously. This kind of experience was rare and interesting enough.
The editor who wrote the behind-the-scenes wanted to laugh. Usually, when there was nothing to write about, this dramatic turn of events was simply a great material in front of him.
Pei Tingsong's makeup was clean and simple..... is popular now...
.............. However, purity and lust were the complete opposite of semantics. This kind of contradiction was in line with his personality.
"The scar at the corner of your eye …" Andy looked at the raised scab and was worried. "It can't be covered even with concealer. We'll have to edit it out later."
. "Pei Tingsong began to feel sleepy again. He was too lazy to care about these details.
Fang Juexia stared at the big mirror in the dressing room. Pei Tingsong was sitting in the mirror and the wound at the corner of his eye. He changed into a cream-colored knitted sweater. His temperament softened a lot.
"Juexia, coffee." Cheng Qiang went out and came back. He put down a cup in front of Pei Tingsong and then led Fang Juexia, who hadn't started styling yet, to sit down in the corner of the dressing room. "Are you sleepy?"
"I'm okay." Fang Juexia found that the small wooden table in the corner was empty, but there was a small potted plant on the ground in the corner. There was a pink flower tree in it.
He held the coffee in his hand and stared at the flower tree seriously. Jojo, the styling assistant, came over to fix his hair clip. He asked softly, "Hello, what flower is this?"
"Oh, this is the morning cherry that someone gave to Mr. Andy two days ago. There are too many people today, so we put it on the ground."
Morning cherry.
After fixing the last clip, Fang Juexia squatted beside the small flower tree. The soil in the flower pot was covered with a layer of falling petals. It was a very soft light pink.
The group's camera was still shooting Pei Tingsong. Pei Tingsong was bored with his makeup and began to chat with the cameraman. "If you lose, we'll tell a story. How about it?"
The cameraman shook the camera parallel to him to show his refusal.
"You're afraid of losing. I know." Pei Tingsong pretended to be cold and concluded. His makeup was almost done. As soon as he looked in the mirror, he saw Fang Juexia walking towards him. He had changed into a loose black sweater, which made his pale skin more obvious.
He seemed to be looking for the makeup assistant to borrow something. In the end, he took a very small bottle and squeezed something into his hand.
"It's almost done. But this scar is troublesome." Andy was talking when Fang Juexia suddenly said, "I want to try it."
"Try what?" As soon as Pei Tingsong asked, Fang Juexia had already taken the initiative to bend in front of him.
The distance between the two suddenly shortened to less than five centimeters, and the air seemed to be compressed fiercely. In between breaths, the cold perfume that exuded when the ice cream was opened emerged again. His eyes were full of the red birthmark at the corner of Fang Juexia's eye, like the only red in a world of ice and snow.
Fang Juexia's palpitations were short, and so was his movement. It was so short that his consciousness didn't have time to process this feeling. His fingertips had already left Pei Tingsong's skin.
After looking at it carefully for a few seconds, Fang Juexia straightened up and looked again.
"How about this?" After finishing his artistic performance, he looked up at Andy.
Andy held Pei Tingsong's chin and looked at the mirror. Only then did Pei Tingsong realize that the scab at the corner of his eye was covered by a pink petal.
Fang Juexia's voice didn't have much emotion. He was just stating his opinion. "It's the concept of spring. The flowers shouldn't be out of place."
Andy looked left and right and was very surprised. He said "perfect" a few times and fixed the petal with removable tape. "And with this, it echoes the birthmark on Juexia's face."
Fang Juexia didn't expect this. So he was stunned for a moment. When he lowered his head, his eyes accidentally met Pei Tingsong's.
Pei Tingsong looked up and touched the petal that covered the scar. "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"
"No." Fang Juexia refuted quickly. This was very different from his usual reaction.
Pei Tingsong's eyes lazily swept across his plain face and finally stopped at his red neck. He didn't say anything and looked at himself in the mirror. With the petal at the corner of his eye, he indeed had something in common with Fang Juexia.
"Tingsong's makeup is more salty. He pursues the feeling that he doesn't do anything but actually has a lot of thoughts." Andy began to style Fang Juexia's hair. "Juexia's makeup needs to be more special."
Pei Tingsong picked up his coffee and sat on the chair next to him. It was rare for him to have the time to stare at Fang Juexia openly.
Andy didn't do any foundation makeup for Fang Juexia. "Your skin is really good. Foundation makeup will wear away the texture of your skin."
Fang Juexia's expressionless face was reflected in the mirror.
While doing his hair, Pei Tingsong unscrupulously observed Fang Juexia in the mirror. He found that his facial features were actually very idol-like. They were beautiful, delicate, and didn't feel burdened by life. But his brow bones and nose bridge were very special. When they were connected vertically and horizontally, they formed a slender and straight T shape on his narrow face. It was between the rough bulge of a man and the soft and gentle of a woman, like a lone pine tree rising from the ground in a flat snowfield.
This kind of lonely and upright bone structure supported his cold and stubborn feeling.
Pei Tingsong thought that if his brow bones and nose bridge were matched with a pair of sweet and bright eyes, they might be able to balance out. But he was born with a pair of beautiful cold eyes. His double eyelids were narrow and thin, his pupils were light, and the corners of his eyes were neither raised nor lowered. It was said that eyes were used to convey affection, but Fang Juexia's eyes seemed to be separated by a layer of transparent ice wall. There was no affection, only frozen rationality and alienation. Everything combined on this pale face was like a tough and fragile white flower.
The withered branch that was waiting to be broken seemed to stubbornly use the last of its vitality to bloom into a flower, a sad and beautiful white.
Fang Juexia's eye makeup wasn't complicated. Andy didn't even curl his eyelashes. Instead, she directly took out a white mascara and carefully brushed it on his long eyelashes. The color was stained little by little, like snowflakes falling on eyelashes, and the feeling of winter immediately appeared.
The moment Fang Juexia looked up, Pei Tingsong had to admit that he was indeed touched by the beauty of pure white. The coldness on his body couldn't be hidden, and now the coldness was even more intense.
Even the styling assistant on the side was surprised. "So fairy-like, fairy-like and cold."
Andy swept some blush on Fang Juexia's lower eyelids, all the way to his red birthmark. Then, she hooked an imperceptible white eyeliner along the inner side of his lower eyelids, and dotted a teardrop-shaped silver liquid eyeshadow on the lower edge of his eyes. It kept dripping down, like a solidified tear.
It felt like he had cried. Pei Tingsong thought in his heart.
But Fang Juexia probably wouldn't cry. He couldn't imagine what such an emotionless person would look like when he cried.
It had been two years since his debut, and he could hardly remember a moment when Fang Juexia revealed his emotions. Although their relationship could only be regarded as business teammates, they spent as much time together as anyone else.
As he searched, he actually recalled something.
A year ago, during a group commercial performance, he went out for a breath of fresh air before putting on makeup, and accidentally met Fang Juexia in the corridor. He was standing by the vending machine and talking on the phone. It seemed like he didn't want to be seen, so he deliberately hid. Pei Tingsong vaguely heard him call his mother, and mention something about his grandfather's illness.
He wasn't interested in listening at first, but he was wondering if he should buy something to drink. But the other party happened to turn around, and their eyes met awkwardly.
At that time, Fang Juexia's expression was startled, and the corners of his eyes were red. The ice in his eyes melted, and there were tears. He held the phone and left in a hurry, like a cold wind brushing past his shoulder.
It was also at that time that Pei Tingsong, who pursued self-consistency in everything, found the reason for the rumors about Fang Juexia's unspoken rules. His family wasn't easy, and he had no background, so he could only take this shortcut. At first, he was sure that this logic was sound, but now he was more and more doubtful, and even wanted to directly overthrow it.
He just wanted to know why Fang Juexia never explained.
This person had too many contradictions. Obviously, he was surrounded by rumors, but his whole body exuded an indifference of no desire. Obviously, he was born in summer, but he was like snow that would never melt.
Pei Tingsong's mind came up with a poem he liked, and his eyes glanced at the styling assistant's pen and note.
"It's done."
He heard Fang Juexia's voice and got up from the chair. Fang Juexia saw him staring at him, and his eyes widened slightly, and his snow-white eyelashes flickered. This was the expression he would show when he doubted himself.
"Don't you think it's weird for me to be like this?"
The relationship between them seemed to have eased to the point where Fang Juexia could ask him for his opinion without worry. This was a gratifying progress. Pei Tingsong didn't say anything, and the corners of his mouth curled up. He put a folded piece of paper in the front pocket of his shirt, and then brushed past the assistant and left.
Fang Juexia stayed where he was and opened the paper. There were only a few lines on it, and it was a poem.
[Please enjoy,
Treat me with snow.
Whenever I stand side by side with the mulberry tree,
Slowly through summer,
His most tender leaves,
Will scream.]