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Jiaer sticks out his tongue, but feels very relaxed. He Yu is like an older brother, talented and has no sense of distance. He thinks they should be friends.

Just as he was thinking, He Yu came over and put his arm around his shoulders, stared at him and said seriously, "Jiaer, we need to get to know each other very well, and I need you to be very relaxed, so relaxed that you can do anything to me, so that you can take good pictures. do you understand?"

He Yu's face was very close, his lips were next to his ears, and his breath made his neck itchy. Jiaer felt his body numb, and he felt that he could kiss him just by turning his head. His face was slightly red, and he bowed his head and said, "Okay, I do anything to you."

Arriving in Macau, the small hotel that He Yu mentioned was really a small hotel in the literal sense. The doorway was so narrow that it was difficult for a person to get in and out without turning sideways. However, the sign on the shop said "Huaxin Hotel", Jiaer couldn't bear it. I just laughed, the whole street is so dilapidated, in comparison, this "big hotel" is the most magnificent shop on the street.

He Yubai glanced at him, and squeezed sideways towards the doorway with a suitcase. Jiaer followed him in. Only after entering the door did He Yu know why He Yu had to run all the way here. He remembered a sentence that Zero said in the Grand Budapest Hotel, "It's like the ruins of an ancient castle." ", the same is true here, the crumbling stairs, the large dark green wooden walls, the light yellow ancient dresser in the room, the carved wooden door that creaks when pushed, the scarlet carpet in the corridor... standing still, as if I could hear the time The sound of stagnation, slowly slipping through people's breath.

He Yu told Jiaer that this hotel has been around for 130 years, and the furnishings may not have changed from the beginning to the present, so it will keep growing old and become a living legend.

He met smoking on the small rusty railing balcony outside the room, and said, "I don't know how many stories of love and hatred have been told here."

Jia Er touched the wall that was falling powder at the touch of a hand, and said something mysteriously, "Is your story included?"

He Yu looked at Jia Er with a smile that was not a smile, and said meaningfully, "I didn't have it before, and I don't know about it after that."

After a short rest, He Yu opened the suitcase full of shooting costumes and began to match and style Jiaer.

A whole box of clothes covered the entire bed. There were big brands and vintage clothes, some were complicated and exaggerated, and some were extremely simple. Yu is not a model, but she seems to be able to control any style of clothes, she dares to wear them and knows how to wear them.

He Yu said, "Actually, you are very suitable for exaggerated and strong looks."

"why?"

"Some people are already very strong, and there is no way to add anything more. Adding a little bit is superfluous, but you are different. You are so light that it doesn't exist. No matter how strong the shape is, it can be perfectly integrated on your body. "

He Yu continued, "When I saw you for the first time, I thought to myself, this boy seems to be transparent. At that moment, I thought of countless possibilities, as if, even if I turn you into a fairy or a demon Just the way you are."

After a pause, Carle said, "Someone said something similar to you."

He Yu smiled, "Is it Zhou Mingfei?"

Jiaer nodded, He Yu seemed to be a little mocking, "That can only mean that Master sees the same thing."

In the end, He Yu found a large piece of gauze hood, like a soft fishing net, with many small sequins on it, and he put it on Jiaer's head. The gauze curled and hung down to his shoulders. Yu took out a pair of scissors, cut off a small piece of the face, exposed the lower half of the face, looked at it from a distance, and said, "Take off your shirt."

Jiaer started, He Yu said again, "Don't move, I just tidied it up, and it will mess up when I move it, let me do it."

He Yu unbuttoned Jiaer's shirt one by one, they were so close, the balcony door was half open, the street lights downstairs were just turned on, the sky was dark blue, and the warm and humid wind from Macau at night was blowing in softly, making He Yu very happy The T-shirt was bulging, and Jiaer saw He Yu's tight and smooth muscle lines through the neckline, and his chest rising and falling with his breathing. He Yu stopped halfway unbuttoning his shirt and said, "You know what I'm thinking about." what?"

"what?"

"I've been thinking about what to do with you..."

Jiaer didn't move, his lips were slightly open, they were getting closer and closer to each other, separated by a veil, He Yu began to kiss his lips, his eyes, his eyebrows, his chin... Jiaer felt the pain in his body When the fire started to burn and the water started to flow, He Yu's movements became more intense and he hugged Jia Er.

Jiaer hugged He Yu's head and stroked it. The other's kiss was thick and thin. Jiaer felt the fluffy touch, his eyes began to moisten, and his chest heaved violently. He said, "130 years of love and hatred, including love and hatred. Us?"

"Including", Zhou Yu looked at the transparent boy, as if he would disappear from the air if he was not careful. "But," he said, "there is no hate and no enmity, only love."

Jiaer was hot all over, trembling slightly under He Yu's kiss, and He Yu rubbed against his ear, "Do you want it? Tell me, do you want it?"

Jiaer's breathing became tighter and tighter, and the body held tightly by He Yu began to twist, "Yes."

This sound made He Yu fall completely.

Jiaer's figure looks like a teenager, with slender muscles wrapped around slender limbs and bones. He Yu heard the other party's ambiguous whimpers, and asked softly, "Tell me, is this your first time?"

Carl blushed and nodded slightly.

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Jiaer only felt the pain all over his body but it was extremely satisfying, mixed with a strange strange feeling from a trace to the tide, he felt that he was about to suffocate, the tide covered his mouth, nose, eyes, rippling up and down, he felt I am infinitely close to drowning.

They stayed in Macau for three days, two days in the hotel filming, countless kisses, tired to sleep, hungry to go downstairs to eat something.He Yu made a lot of exaggerated looks for Jiaer, just like what He Yu himself said, these incredible exaggerated looks were all absorbed by Jiaer's clear and watery face. In this crumbling hotel, he took pictures of what he really wanted The photo, identified the cherished person in the heart.

He Yu liked Jiaer's unscrupulous appearance in front of him. He took pictures of a happy, crazy, tired, and quiet Jiaer, but no matter what, Jiaer's eyes were always innocent, "That's great." He Yu Yu thought to himself, "This is my white moonlight."

For the past three days, they have cut off contact with the outside world. They lived on an isolated island in a bustling city, and then returned to Shanghai. Nothing had changed, but Jiaer felt that the world had changed.

The photos He Yu took of Jiaer in Macau were posted on the Internet one after another. The 130-year-old "big hotel" was taken as if time traveled. Unlike the foreigner in that house, Jiaer seemed to have been staying In the soul inside, he is like a teenager who has lived in it for 130 years but has always maintained his youth.

He is innocent and fragile when he smiles, sensitive and quiet when he is not smiling, those bright red, moss green, and bright yellow clothes look like seductive flowers on him, but no matter how gorgeous the flower is, it cannot take away the charm of the most transparent face in the stamen .

This batch of purely creative photos is like a bomb. He Yu is already topical and arrogant enough. Fang Jiaer, who was discovered by him, has completely become the new favorite of the fashion circle.

Soon, Jia Er and He Yu became a tacit "secret" in a certain small circle. He Yu didn't want to hide anything, he didn't bother to hide anything at all, he just cared about Jia Er's student status.The little beast who would go crazy with netizens on the Internet always has gentle eyes in front of Jiaer. He loves to kiss Jiaer carefully and intimately, like holding a piece of precious and fragile porcelain.

The second half of the freshman year passed like this, and the summer vacation came. He spent the whole summer "hanging out" with He Yu, following him to photograph others, or being photographed by him. Sometimes when Jiaer woke up in the morning and opened his eyes, he would find He Yu Holding the camera to face him, while brushing his teeth, he looked up and saw He Yu’s lens in the mirror. He Yu said, I’ve never been so crazy to want to keep taking pictures of a person, non-stop, wishing to record every minute and every second of you .

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On the first day of the new semester, when Jiaer returned to school, Lian Xiao asked him mysteriously, "Have you read the news?"

"No, what news?"

"Unique's creative director dies in car accident."

"You mean Alain? Zhou Mingfei's mentor Alain?"

Lian Xiao nodded, and Jiaer quickly searched on his mobile phone, the news had already been overwhelming. In the news video, he saw the car at the scene of the accident with its head smashed into pieces, and a person crying until his face was blurred in the chaotic first aid scene, but Jiaer I recognized it, it was Zhou Mingfei...

His heart was in a mess, he didn't know why, this was obviously the death of someone who had nothing to do with him, why was he so sad, and there was no reason to worry.

Checking the news the next day, he saw Alain's funeral. Among the six people carrying the coffin, Zhou Mingfei was the first one on the left.

The news said that it was because someone was driving in the wrong direction and hit Alain's car. The speed of the other car was 180 yards, and Alain died on the spot.

It was a sad accident for the global fashion industry. The news made a complete review of Alain's life. The man who is honored as the "Godfather" by the fashion industry has never created his own brand, but he has worked as a designer for several luxury brands. He stayed at Unique for 20 years until the end, and at the same time taught at St.