charming childish

The sound is very neat.

"Don't look at me, wherever we go in these three days, wherever we take pictures, we pitch a tent and camp at night." After Zhan Sizhao finished speaking, he walked away without looking back, and the remaining four people looked at each other.

Before going to bed, Jiaer sent another message, "The border town seems like a lifetime away."

After a while there was no reply, Jia Er sent again, "Did you drink again?"

There was no reply, Zhou Mingfei usually ignored everyone after drinking until he was slightly tipsy, Jiaer was used to it, and fell into a deep sleep.

At 5:[-] the next morning, it was still dark, Xiaosong and Qingyun had already urged them to get up, Jiaer opened his eyes to look at the phone, and a message flashed, "That can give you a few more rounds of life experience, how good it is."

Jia Er thought for a while and turned back, "Are you awake or did you not sleep at all?"

Zhou Mingfei came back with a smiling face, and after a while, an icon of a good night's sleep came back, and Jiaer knew that this was the real time to go to sleep.

When Jiaer got up, Xiaosong helped them make up and organize their clothes, and after a simple breakfast, Zhan Sizhao hurried to get in the car with a large bag of photographic equipment, and told them an address they had never heard of.

"Where is it?" Qingyun asked.

"A village with an oasis."

"Oasis? Why do you want to go there?"

Zhan Sizhao slammed the car door, turned his head and said to the four of them, "Why did you go to the oasis and you told me that the daffodils are not in the oasis, are they in the desert?"

The four suddenly felt that their IQs were down, they smiled awkwardly, and stopped talking.

Zhan Sizhao asked Jiang Rusi and Jiaer to ride with him in a car, Qingyun and Xiaosong drove the rented car, and set off together with all the clothing styling materials for the three-day shooting.

Zhan Sizhuo drove an old Wrangler with a hard seat, walking on uneven ground, and could knock people into the air at any time. He was used to it, but Jiang Rusi and Jiaer, who were originally tall, couldn't bear it. After all the hardships, there were screams and screams in the carriage one after another.

Zhan Sixuo mocked coldly, "A carload of gentlemen is noisier than donkeys in my yard."

Encountering such a local snake, Jiaer could only lower his head and smile wryly, comforting himself.

When they came to the village called Shuangta, it was still the khaki-colored Gobi desert that is common here. The four of them had doubts but did not dare to speak out. , a large open river leaps forward.

Jiaer exclaimed in a low voice, the car drove to the river, and as soon as a frightened flock of white birds flew up from the dense reeds by the river, the five of them got out of the car and stood quietly by the river for a while without speaking, eyes blue The blue waves are flowing, and the reddish-brown mountains in the distance are silent, and the top of the mountain is covered with white snow, which is reflected under the water waves... The truth is that the sky is clear and the air is clear.

Zhan Sizhuo said, "This is the Shule River, also known as Mingshui in ancient times. It originates from the Qilian Mountains and is the most beautiful river in the entire Gobi." He glanced at Jiaer and Jiang Rusi, "It is said that only gods can bathe here. .”

Jiaer's heart skipped a beat, as if he had guessed what Zhan Sizhao was going to do.

Zhan Sizhao was simple and neat, and asked them to fix their makeup and hair. He ran back and forth along the river several times to find the best view point, then pointed to Jiaer and said, "You, go down first."

The northwest in April was still bitingly cold, and not long after the river had just melted from the ice, even just looking at the bluish-blue water knew it was bitingly cold, but Jiaer gritted his teeth and just dripped down barefoot.

The frozen river is like a knife. Jiaer stood still at the position indicated by Zhan Sizhao. The river just reached his knees, but the chill instantly invaded his whole body, hidden in the shadow of towering reeds. Command, pour water on the body until it is half wet, and the hair is also half wet. While holding the water, Carl watched the body become translucent.

Zhou Ming's non-three-dimensional tailored white robe was half-floating on the water like cicada wings. Jiaer was so cold that his face was bloodless, but his lips were even redder. Zhan Sizhuo's shutter sounded frequently. He is facing the water and taking care of the flowers, focused and self-pitying, he wants him to look at himself, infatuated.

At the end of the moment, Jiaer was so cold that he lost consciousness. Xiaosong quickly wrapped him in a big blanket and fed him a big cup of hot ginger tea. Jiaer was shaken in the car for more than half an hour before he regained consciousness.

Seeing Jiang Rusi who was filming through the car window, he was tall and tall. Zhan Sizhao took him to the Populus euphratica forest by the river. Standing under Shaluzhiya is a blood-colored and elegant person, which makes people feel unreal.

Jiaer also felt Jiang Rusi's sense of coercion from such a distance. They are also models, but they are two completely different types of people. He looked at Jiang Rusi who was so arrogant, but thought of his gentleness in front of Zhou Mingfei. Soft words, and a roar that seemed to tear the heart, such a person, with such a crazy and strong possessive desire, but also patiently came with him. It is difficult to find a place on this map. Jiaer thought, Zhou Mingfei is a Those who have the means, or Zhou Mingfei simply did nothing and only said what he wanted, and he, Jiang Rusi, just had to do it.

When the sunset was photographed, Zhan Sizhao called to call it a day, opened the trunk of the car, took out three tents, threw them to others and told them to tie them up quickly, he drove to the village to find villagers to buy something to eat, and came back to light a fire to cook.

The four of them were exhausted all day, and they began to study how to set up a tent on a high-lying Gobi slope. After the three tents were set up, Zhan Sizhuo just drove back to the "camp" and took out the tent from the trunk. Hang pots and alcohol stoves for picnics, and start cooking.

This series of movements was smooth and neat, and Jiaer secretly said beautifully in his heart. Before he could say anything, Zhan Sizhao had already assigned tasks to them, who would wash and chop vegetables, who would wash rice and who would help, of course , the chef is himself.

Soon, a large pot of stewed meat overflowing with fragrance was stewed out of the pot. At this time, the sky was full of stars, but the five hungry people didn't care about it at all. Have time to think about fun.

The little fox raised by the old fox

After a full meal, Jiaer discovered the brilliant galaxy above his head. He screamed excitedly, but quickly calmed down. The Milky Way visible to the naked eye winds in a dazzling brilliance. Under the starry sky, everything is small and romantic. Jiaer only feels that his heart is huge He wanted to hold someone's hand and tell him everything, all the things that would turn red in the face during the day, all the unswerving determination that he might not be able to say in his life, he wanted to tell the other person at this moment Listen alone.

Whether he is indifferent or laughing, it is useless to be affectionate, no, affectionate has only one advantage, making people feel alive.

It's just that that person is not there. In a night that should only belong to two people, he is not there. What is he doing thousands of miles away? Whether he looks at the skyline of the city or imagines the Gobi Desert above the wilderness.

Jiaer only felt that his heart was extremely slow and extremely peaceful. He passed a faintly discernible map of the starry sky and said, "I see the stars far away, but I don't know how the stars see me."

Zhou Mingfei replied, "It's not dimmer than the stars, but it's also radiant."

Since going out this time, his contact with Zhou Mingfei has been so concise. Jiaer knows that Zhou Mingfei is not someone who can talk about his emotions. What Zhou Mingfei wants is to know his meaning without expressing it. It took Jiaer a long time to understand the scale, from being abused to being unable to speak, and now he is slowly sinking, Jiaer wonders if one day he will live as another Zhou Mingfei who never "confesses".

Zhan Sizhao actually brought wine. The five people in the wilderness drank shochu brewed locally in the northwest. It turns out that the more you drink the wine, the warmer it gets, as long as it is hot enough.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Rusi was the first to get drunk, with red eyes like a wolf, looking at Jiaer across the bonfire, with disdain, anger and sadness in his eyes, he stood up staggeringly, walked to Zhan Sizuo, coldly Said loudly, "You said Zhou Ming insisted on making him famous?"

Zhan Sizuo was stunned for a moment, Jiang Rusi suddenly smiled, but with a trace of desolation, "I am the one who made me popular, why, he is tired of looking at me now, isn't it?"

Zhan Sizhuo let out a low voice, "You drank too much!"

Qingyun also went to grab Jiang Rusi, but he waved him away, looked at Qingyun, grinned wildly, "By the way, I can't remember it until I see you, what Zhou Mingfei learned from Alain , How many times will it be used, and how many people will it be used on?"

Qingyun's face changed suddenly, Jiang Rusi staggered and stepped in front of Jiaer again, gasping for breath and grinning ferociously, "You don't know yet, let me tell you how Alain praised him back then..."

Qingyun shouted angrily, "You are enough!" He grabbed Jiang Rusi and said sharply, "If you talk nonsense again, I will send you back to Shanghai tomorrow." Then he burst into tears, and said, "Fang Jiaer, aren't you curious, don't you want to know? Beg me, open your mouth, and I will tell you everything..."

Jiaer replied coldly, "If I want to know, I will ask him myself, so I won't bother you."

Jiang Rusi froze for a moment, as if choked, and said, "Okay...okay..."

Jiaer ignored him and went back to the tent with Xiaosong, but couldn't sleep, Zhou Mingfei, what kind of person is he?

On the second day of filming, Jiang Rusi silently resisted, Zhan Sizhao did not force him, and took Jiaer to drive to a deserted village at the foot of the mountain to shoot until dark.

After a day and night of running-in, and having such a "candid" meeting last night, Jiaer let go a lot in front of Zhan Sizhao, his body language has obviously changed, and Zhan Sizhao also took pictures more devotedly until dark Can't seem to stop.

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