True Star

"You seem to be crying.

Lu Tianchen frowned unconsciously, not only did he seem to be crying, but those misty eyes were stinging his heart as if they were about to break. He fell into a fragile cold lake, the lake Broken into sharp boli wounds.

"Tang Feng, there is no need to force yourself like this. Anyone has their own weaknesses and the power to show weakness occasionally. Don't imagine yourself too strong. In fact, you are not as powerful as you think.

Lu Tianchen reached out and hugged Tang Feng, repeating, "You are just an ordinary person, an ordinary man."

"It wasn't Ying Ying in the movie, nor was it the actor with a mission in the novel.

"I just ... just a little ..." The words couldn't be said in the throat. Tang Feng took a deep breath and chose to fall on Lu Tianchen's neck. At least many years ago he imagined that one day he could also Lying in a person's arms wantonly vent his own love.

Lu Tianchen hugged his waist tightly. The strong strength from the back made people feel a little pain, but at the same time there was a strong touch that was unclear, a kind that made him want to let himself go and let himself rest And occasionally let yourself indulge in weak strong expectations.

And he did the same.

Without talking, the man's hands clenched tightly on the landing collar of the good-quality suit, and the suit flattened by the assistant was squeezed into a ball in the man's hand, crumpled.

Lu Tianchen hugged the man tightly, noticing that the intermittent intermittent Gu Gu on his shoulders pulled the person slowly off the sofa and into his arms.

A person will not become vulnerable because of occasional tears or weakness, and occasionally letting go of his emotional release will not have much impact on a person's life, but at least he will feel more comfortable after tears.

Too mature or too sensible, warm votes to others, but is it not a kind of oppressive torture? After crying, I did take a lot of it. The feeling of being dependent was indeed good, but it seemed better to rely on others, occasionally, only occasionally.

When Tang Feng first buried his head in Lu Tianchen's neck, he felt a little awkward and embarrassed. An old man of nearly forty years this year was still crying in front of young people, but whether a person was crying or not and his age What does identity matter? Leaving aside words like "successful", "gentle", etc. that describe people, in the final analysis, they are not just a "person".

Even the invincible Ying Zhu in the comics has unknown distress and weaknesses, not to mention that they reach ordinary mortals.

Tang Feng leaned quietly on Lu Tianchen's shoulder, an empty piece in his head. He didn't think about anything, didn't think about the past or think about the future. He just kept his mind at this moment, and used two words to describe it. --daze.

A soft touch came from the cheek. After a continuous dense kiss fell on his cheek and neck, Tang Feng realized that Lu Tianchen was kissing him, without any **** or dirty smell, just It's a simple kiss.

Gentle, compassionate, every kiss on the cheek can make people feel that careful and full of cherished taste.

It turns out that this is the feeling of being pampered and sticking in the palm of the hand.

Tang Feng closed his eyes. He thought that at least when he was very young, his parents must have left a kiss on his forehead or cheek when he left him by the street.

The quietness and obedience of the man seemed to give Lu Tianchen a hint that he could continue to kiss. He supported the man sitting on his leg with both hands to let them face each other. Tang Feng still didn't open his eyes, and Lu Tianchen didn't rush to do it. What, he just stared quietly. If the quiet man in front of him, his focused eyes seemed to be clear even the fine lines in the corner of Tang Feng's eyes.

The smooth forehead, slightly raised eye corners and wide eyelids, black eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings after the rain, exhaling the nose of soft breath, two pieces of light-colored lip **** that relax and look extremely soft.

Lu Tianchen's frozen face suddenly melted. He showed a faint smile where Tang Feng couldn't see, and approached each other little by little, and closed his eyes until his noses almost touched each other, his lips. Connected.

For the first time, the real, belonged to the kiss between the two men.

Tickets are soft and gentle, purely sad.

They didn't even go too far and hurriedly ended a kiss without any desire.

"Take a break, even if you close your eyes.

Lu Tianchen put the person back on the sofa, and while Tang Feng opened his eyes, he bent down and quickly kissed the man's forehead again, and then sat down next to Tang Feng, regardless of how the other person looked Holding him, he pulled the person down and slept on his own leg.

Lu Tianchen's body temperature can be felt on the cheek. Although people always look like a cold, "you owe me three thousand thousand" smelly face, but the body is unexpectedly warm.

Since indulging himself is necessary to indulge to the end, Tang Feng has no intention of forcing himself and is not polite. He slightly adjusts the posture on Lu Tianchen's legs and closes his eyes, but the basic ceremony is carved in his bones. Can't forget it.

"Thank you.

"" You are my employee.

"It doesn't sound like a reason. Tang Feng smiled with her eyes closed.

Lu Tianchen gently rubbed Tang Feng's short black hair. After about ten minutes, he also fell down on the sofa and collapsed into a lying position from a sitting position. He wrapped the man all over from behind Tang Feng. Fingers wrapped around his arms.

............ The film continued to be filmed at 1:30 in the afternoon. When Tang Feng appeared again at the filming scene, some people were surprised. The man was slightly red and swollen because of the tears, even though the makeup artist covered the tears with powder. The traces of the bright eyes are still fragile, like a thin layer of ice on the noodle surface. You can't see whether a person is hidden behind the borneol, and whether that person is full of sadness.

You start to worry about it, worrying that the ice layer will suddenly break open and cut Tang Feng's eyes, or the man will suddenly drop tears from the corner of the eyes.

"The tenth shooting in this field!" The field record routinely hit the board, and Tang Feng, who was already in place after the click, also started his performance.

Unlike the first nine times, the man did not move his steps towards the camera from the beginning. Tang Feng held the ashes in his hand, stopped for a second, and blinked when he looked up. When he looked up, his tiny figure contrasted with the whole background.

The thick fragility and confusion swept through as quickly as the wind. Even if they have not added the post-dyeing production, even if they have not seen the deep voiceover that is touching, they just pull the lens closer to Tang Feng's face. In the end, the unspeakable fragility almost fell down like night.

Don't need Tang Feng to say a word, even this man with a trembling key hair can't help but feel worried about him, you will think why he is so confused and fragile, why is he so alone, where does he come from? Where does he go? Even if he keeps going like this, will he really reach the destination he wants to reach? Or another cycle, from the end of the street to the street, and from the street to the end of the street, it is heartbreaking fate and heavy.

This drama is probably a true performance. Tang Feng didn't think too much about acting or role under the lens. He imagined that he was the monk Tang, and the monk Tang was him. They may exist at the same time, but they are different. Just parallel space.

They share a common birth, the same bad and sensitive year, confused and vulnerable at some point.

Under the lens, everything is magnified.

He doesn't have much expression on his face, but it makes people look more distressed than crying.

At the end of the scene, he looked up and faced the camera. The director and staff sitting behind the monitor directly saw Tang Feng's head-up process and that impressive face.

At this moment, everyone may feel that their heart is missing a beat, like walking with a big iron hammer and hitting it hard, a buzz in his head.

"Guide Li, now I believe what you said to me at noon. Tang Feng does have the qualification to become a replacement for Feins.

The deputy director breathed a sigh of relief, staring at Ding Ge in Tang Feng's close-up looking directly at the camera for a long time. He just put on a picture and can take it out for advertising.

Li Wei didn't speak, he was just a little too surprised.

Tang Feng's performance is too prominent. How does it make him think that such a person might be a newcomer? How could there have been no famous works or movies before then? He originally thought that it would take Tang Feng at least two or three days to get a shot that would barely satisfy him, but now, it is only a noon, just a temple! The final result was so good that he couldn't speak with excitement quickly. Li Wei was too excited. He covered his cheek with both hands after laughing, and couldn't believe that he had dug a treasure.

Now he finally understands Larry's words. The old man with a horrific vision saw Tang Feng's trait that fascinated all directors in the beginning, and that was unlimited possibilities.