Zhuang Yan didn't wear a formal attire. He put on a casual sweater with the collar of his shirt exposed around his neck. He looked free and easy, pleasing to the eye.
Some people's handsomeness is the handsome with no dead ends. Whether it's a suit or a sweater or shirt, they can't resist the mature masculinity.
When he laughed, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his brows softened a bit, making people unable to look away.
In the words of those star-chasing girls on the Internet, they laughed so much that the whole person was broken.
Xie Ning looked away from the dazzling face and stared at the snowflakes on Zhuang Yan's shoulders for a while: "You, why are you here?"
"Make you a snowman, no, snow rabbit." Zhuang Yan shrugged, "How about it, great painter, can it be in your eyes?"
I don’t know how long it took Zhuang Yandui for this snow bunny. He folded two branches and inserted a carrot on his nose. Then he found two long green leaves to act as ears. It is drooping.
The colors are rich and creative, not exquisite and beautiful, but rather happy.
But Xie Ning somehow was moved by this snow rabbit full of joy.
He blinked: "I like it very much."
Then sniffed: "Thank you."
Zhuang Yan chuckled softly: "Moved to cry?"
Xie Ning whispered: "I didn't cry."
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and pulled Xie Ning to his side: "The corners of my eyes are red like this, and my mouth is hard."
how come?
Xie Ning touched the corner of his eye subconsciously, but couldn't feel it for a while.
Zhuang Yan was amused by his action.
Xie Ning continued to insist: "This is cold red."
"Okay." Zhuang Yan said with joy, "You said it was frozen red, then it was frozen red."
Xie Ning has come out of the depression right now. He looked at Zhuang Yan and said, "Are you talking about me again? Actually, the corners of my eyes are not red at all, right?"
Zhuang Yanle couldn't support: "Finally reacted?"
Xie Ning glared at him with puffed cheeks.
Zhuang Yan sighed: "The corners of your eyes are not red, but when you got out of the car, the expression looked like you were about to cry."
Xie Ning was taken aback for a moment.
Zhuang Yan whispered: "Why are you upset two days ago, and now you are unhappy?"
Xie Ning shook his head: "I'm not unhappy."
Zhuang Yan sneered, as if he was laughing, but he refused to tell the truth.
He put his hand on Xie Ning's shoulder, and saw Xie Ning's movement without any resistance, and swept it away: "Say, who makes my Mr. Rabbit sad again?"
Zhuang Yan got too close, as if to hug him, but kept a little distance.
Further, you can fall into his arms.
Take a step back, and that little ambiguity disappears.
He didn't use perfume today, and the smell on his body was very clean, as refreshing as snow.
Xie Ning sniffed the smell and suddenly his brain went blank.
He couldn't think of anything at the moment, and even forgot to refute the phrase "My Mr. Rabbit", only opened his eyes and stared at Zhuang Yan blankly.
Xie Ning has a cold and introverted personality, doesn't like to communicate with others, and is not very close to his family. His ex-boyfriend is nothing but a good friend like Yan Xi.
Yan Xi was very carefree and grumpy. Sometimes he couldn't see the changes in Xie Ning's mood.
Zhuang Yan was the first one to see his mood at a glance and tried his best to make him happy.
This feeling is too unfamiliar, and Xie Ning doesn't know how to deal with it.
After a few seconds, Xie Ning stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of Zhuang Yan's clothes: "Mr. Blue Whale."
Zhuang Yan whispered: "Huh?"
Xie Ning put his head on his neck and fell into his arms: "Let me hold it for a while."
There was a chuckle over the head: "I'm here, I can't run, you can hold it as long as you want."
Xie Ning closed her eyes and felt unprecedented warmth in this snowy day.
After a long while, Xie Ning slowly recovered.
He blushed in hindsight, and withdrew from Zhuang Yan's arms, his eyes moved aside.
I was embarrassed at first glance.
Zhuang Yan was in a very good mood, and looked at Xie Ning with a smile: "No more hugs?"
Xie Ning's ears were all red in despair, and he shook his head: "No, no."
The Snow Rabbit looked at them quietly, and Xie Ning discovered that its eyes were two pebbles, dark, giving him the illusion of black gems.
Zhuang Yan followed his gaze and touched his chin: "This rabbit looks a lot like you."
Xie Ning's eyes widened: "Where is it like?"
Zhuang Yan solemnly meditated: "It's all so white, so cute, so eye-catching, oh yes, you are unhappy, and your ears are drooping like it."
Xie Ning gave him a quick glance: "How can I!"
Zhuang Yan continued: "The stare looks exactly the same."
Xie Ning dared not even look at Zhuang Yan, but Zhuang Yan still refused to let him go.
"But it's not like..." Zhuang Yan dragged his voice, "It's much better when you are shy."
"..."
Shainin... Shainin had no idea what to say.
Zhuang Yan stared at him for a while, his heart rippled, as if a bottle of water was dangling slowly.
Xie Ning is so cute and innocent.
He couldn't help but want to smoke a cigarette, suppressing the idea of a beast in his heart.
"It's too cold outside." Xie Ning said to him, "It's still snowing, let's go in and say."
Zhuang Yan said: "It's quite cold."
As he said, he took off his scarf and wrapped it around Snow Rabbit: "Mr. Rabbit can't follow us in, I'm afraid it will freeze."
Xie Ning: "..."
are you crazy.
He couldn't help but cursed inwardly.
But he was warm as if he was wrapped in a scarf.
Zhuang Yan was about to leave, but was stopped by Xie Ning: "Wait."
"What's the matter?" Zhuang Yan looked back at him.
Xie Ning took a step forward, patted Zhuang Yan’s shoulders, and removed the snow from it, and then stood on tiptoe to reach the snow above his head: "How long have you been outside? You are covered with snow. Looking from a distance It's like a snowman."
Zhuang Yan smiled: "It's been a long time. Snow rabbits are not easy to pile up. I piled up these little by little. No help at all."
Xie Ning: "What are you doing with a rabbit?"
Zhuang extended his hand to pull him, Xie Ning's hand was frozen by the cold touch, but this time he didn't struggle.
The corners of Zhuang Yan's lips rose slightly: "Didn't you draw me a blue whale? I just want to give you a rabbit."
Xie Ning said "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
Zhuang Yan didn't care: "I just piled it up casually."
The two of them entered the house as they said.
Xie Ning looked down at Zhuang Yan's hand immediately after turning on the light.
Sure enough, the hands were flushed with cold now because they caught too much snow.
Only then did Zhuang Yan let go of his idol baggage, and tweeted, "I'm freezing to death."
Xie Ning gave him a distressed look, then ran into the kitchen and poured him a cup of hot milk.
Even if Zhuang Yan doesn't like milk, he can warm his hands anyway.
Xie Ning didn't realize that Zhuang Yan had no reason to come to eat, but he still "entered into the room" and entered the door of his house.
Now he has calmed down, and the depression when he came back from the old man Xie is gone. Looking at Zhuang Yan who is sitting on the sofa, he is at a loss.
What if Zhuang Yan asked him why he was unhappy again?
Xie Ning pursed her lips.
Zhuang Yan looked at his embarrassment, and said very thoughtfully: "You don't care about me, do whatever you want to do, I'm here to warm my hands."
Xie Ning hesitated and asked, "You...would you like to watch me draw?"
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "You want to paint?"
"Yeah." Xie Ning replied and hesitated, "I promised you before, I haven't finished painting the scene of "Monologue"."
Zhuang Yan seemed to remember this: "If you don't tell me, I forgot it."
The heat on Xie Ning's face has almost faded, and Zhuang Yan's eyes are shining: "The scene where the protagonist is kicked out of the theater is very classic in the movie. I'm afraid I can't paint it well."
Zhuang Yan rubbed his head and said with a smile: "How can Xn be so good at painting?"
Xie Ning used to be praised a lot and didn't think there was anything, but Zhuang Yan's simple sentence made him blush in embarrassment.
About the touch, Zhuang Yan's eyes are higher than the top, and his evaluation is harsh and critical, so it is more and more rare to listen to his praise.
Zhuang Yan, Xie Ning's studio, had been there before, and now he moved a small stool in a familiar way and sat next to Xie Ning's paintings.
On the shore of Lake Tyumen, Xie Nin was sketching, this time he used a digital tablet to paint, so his painting techniques and styles were completely different.
The draft has been prepared long ago, and Zhuang Yan usually communicates with the art team of the film crew a lot, which makes it stress-free to appreciate.
He watched for a while, his eyes moved aside involuntarily, and turned to Xie Ning's face.
Xie Ning lowered his head while painting, his expression was serious and focused, and his eyes seemed to be scorching bright with thousands of galaxies hidden in them.
I don't know who said this: Men who work hard are the most sultry.
Zhuang Yan stared at Xie Ning for a long time, and felt that he had been picked up again.
Xie Ning was afraid that he would be bored sitting next to him, so he drew and chatted with him about "Monologue".
"This scene uses a long shot in the movie. I think the director wants to emphasize the truth."
The long lens captures the scene of the lake clearly, the shimmering lake, the breezy branches on the shore, all kinds of pedestrians walking by the lake...
The protagonist drags the broken leg and limps across the lake.
But no one noticed this down-and-out drama actor.
Zhuang Yan put his hand on the table, chose an angle, and looked at Xie Ning with his chin: "The protagonist of "The Monologue" is a drama actor suffering from hypothesis. He always imagines that he is a great and highly anticipated protagonist, but in reality He can only play a small role that nobody pays attention to."
Xie Ning and Zhuang Yan obviously agree: “He can’t distinguish between imagination and reality, nor can he distinguish between inside and outside of the play. Moreover, most of the audience also failed to distinguish, even many people did not realize that the protagonist recalled A large part of the'past' is his plays, not his real life."
It’s so enjoyable to chat with a like-minded person. If you say the last sentence, he will be able to answer it immediately.
Zhuang Yan agreed with Xie Ning's original point: "So I... the director deliberately uses a long shot here to tell the audience that this downcast and unattended protagonist is real."
Truth is the key to this scene.
When painting this scene, Xie Ning did not use bold colors, nor did he use dark gray tones.
The former is too dramatic and absurd, while the latter is too vague.
Shainin used the color of dusk.
It is a warm color, but with a sense of desolation and loneliness.
It coincides with Zhuang Yan's mind.
Zhuang Yan looked down and scanned the entire picture. Xie Ning did not copy the scenes of the movie when painting the scenes, but added his own understanding to make changes.
Every change seems to be on the cusp of Zhuang Yan's heart, making him feel: Yes, that's what I want to express.
Suddenly, a thought came into his heart.
If Xie Ning was invited to participate in the art design of his new movie, would it be a hit and a new spark would come out?
This thought grabbed his heart from the beginning of his life.
Xie Ning is the original painter. Although he painted original game paintings before,...Zhuang Yan believes in his talent and strength.
I believe that with his fit with himself, he will definitely be able to draw the essence of what he wants.
As for Xie Ning's lack of experience and practice in film and television original paintings, it doesn't matter, he can slowly give pointers.
Zhuang Yan gave himself a compliment in his heart, thinking that this idea is simply genius and perfect.
But will Shainin agree?
He doesn't seem to be short of money, nor is he the kind of painter who seeks a name.
Zhuang Yan touched his chin, thinking about how to abduct Xie Ning away.
Xie Ning happened to turn his head and glanced at him, and said, “Many of Zhuang Yan’s movies are very interesting, and I particularly like the pictures he uses in the movies. Sometimes I don’t need lines, or even characters, and I can express it with pictures. His thoughts."
Suddenly hearing his name, Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment.
He later realized that he had never told Xie Ning that he was Zhuang Yan.
Just a few short points, the two have established a deep friendship, and over time they forget that they have not even exchanged names.
But this is not important.
The name is just a title. Zhuang Yan thought.
And can listen to Xie Ning's evaluation of him from the perspective of a third party, especially Xie Ning's praise of him.
Zhuang Yan felt refreshed all over, as if he was floating in the air.
Speaking of which... Shainin seems to have always liked his movies.
If invited in the name of Zhuang Yan, Xie Ning should be reluctant to refuse, right?
His heart was about to move, and he couldn't help calling Xie Ning.
"What's the matter?" Xie Ning lowered his head, picked up the digital pen and continued to paint on the board, he responded casually to Zhuang Yan, "Is it boring?"
Zhuang Yan shook his head: "Suddenly remembered, there is something I have forgotten to tell you, but I didn't keep it from you on purpose."
Xie Ning didn't care too much: "What's the matter?"
Zhuang Yan became nervous for some reason: "Actually, I am..."
Before he could reach the ground, he was interrupted by the phone bell that rang suddenly.
Xie Ning subconsciously followed the direction of the ringtone and looked at Zhuang Yan's cell phone.
Caller ID, Zhao Yang.
Zhuang Yan answered the phone blankly, with a gloomy tone, revealing how unhappy he and Xie Ning were being disturbed in the world.
"Call me at this time, you'd better pray that you really have something important to tell me."