Li Boxi's mobile phone received a message: "Senior brother, where are you protecting the calf?"
Li Boxi pretended to be stupid and said, "What are you talking about without beginning and end?"
Junior brother: "You have degenerated to the point of playing public relations wars, It’s lower than I imagined. I’m just stating my opinion all the time. If you don’t agree, you can enter the competition openly. Do you dare?”
This proposal to participate is really insulting. And he added "Dare or not", as if Li Boxi didn't surrender his status to participate in the competition because he was afraid of him.
Li Boxi also seemed to be choked, and did not answer for a long while.
Seeing him dumbfounded, the younger brother smiled and closed the chat page.
As a result, in the next second, I received a reminder from Weibo Aite.
Li Boxi revealed Aite about him: "Makeup itself has no soul, and the soul belongs to the model. The beauty of makeup should not be analyzed by the makeup artist himself, but should bloom on the model's face, waiting for the viewer to taste it for themselves. It has been many years , how about our fellow apprentices competing? There is only makeup, no commentary, which is higher or lower, it is up to the viewer to decide."
Oh! The people who eat melons are boiling again.
Someone asked: "What's the matter with you?"
Someone came to explain: "Ma Koukou has been with Li Boxi all these years. Li Boxi is the boss and teacher, and he came to protect the cub himself. !"
"Mistress Li's style of painting is different today, I'm actually a little cautious."
"Fight! Fight!"
Everyone helped Crazy Aite Junior Brother.
The younger brother who was still choking with Li Boxi just now seemed to be confused by this turning point and entered a state of pretending to be dead. On the other end, Li Boxi received a message from a long-term brand PR: "Mr. Li, let me know
which brand sponsored this release?"
In a word, my junior brother has not yet responded to the challenge."
Brand PR: "Are you joking? Shouldn't this kind of thing have been planned long ago, and it's just a formality in the afternoon?" Li Boxi
: "That's so boring."
It’s Teacher Li. If there is no sponsor, how about my family? We can contact the live broadcast platform, plan the process, and sponsor the cosmetics of both sides of the competition. The audience votes online, and the votes are converted into donations for public welfare in proportion, and we earn money Make a statement."
Li Boxi: "Sounds good, if my younger brother takes up the challenge."
Brand PR: "..."
It took a long time for the younger brother to post a response on Weibo: "Brother wants to compete, of course I will risk my life to accompany the gentleman. But to be fair, I suggest that the game be broadcast live, with a third party deciding the theme on the spot. What do you think of improvisation?"
Only the two parties involved knew the intention behind this proposal. Improvising is Li Boxi's weakness and his biggest psychological shadow.
The younger brother rebelled against the army, fully expecting that Li Boxi would be unable to dismount.
As a result, the other party seemed to have expected that he would say this, and he responded straightforwardly after only half a minute: "That's it, we will discuss the details later. Everyone can look forward to it."
Junior brother: "?"
Li Bo Xi poked the brand PR: "He replied, it's ready to start, I'll ask the assistant to connect with you."
Brand PR: "You guys are too real, aren't you?"
Five minutes later, Cheng Ping, who had just returned from work, also A message came: "What are you doing???"
Li Boxi: "As you can see, you are confronting him. I thought you would like this solution."
Cheng Ping: "... I really thought you would like the way of public relations! That’s why I asked my agent for help!”
Li Baixi smiled: “Public relations really helped a lot. But don’t tell me, I just found out that it’s so cool to be tough. .”
Cheng Ping was led astray by him: "Yes, it's just very cool." Immediately after he realized
it, he followed up with another one: "No, are you sure? What happens if you lose?"
He knew that Li Regarding Bai Xi's loss to his junior, and seeing the confrontation between the two before, I always feel that Li Boxi is still far away from being "quite sure". Li Boxi: "Indeed, there is no 100
% winning rate in competitions. But compared to before, I am indeed much more confident now. Do you know why?"
Drilling in blankly: "Why?"
Li Boxi: "Now I have you."
Cheng Ping: "."
Although the number problem has not been solved, Li Boxi has not forgotten to tease and remind Look at the other party: I'm still waiting.
Cheng Ping had no power to fight back, so he replied after a long while: "Can I be your model? You melted on my face."
Li Boxi: "Young brother will not agree, you are a star, you have a canvassing effect, It's not fair. But you can practice with me ." "Okay
, I will accompany you to practice however you want."
"Is it really possible to do whatever you want? Are you sure?" Cheng Ping
: "..." In the dressing room, Ma Kou Kou flew over, and was so moved that his seven orifices bleed: "Master, in order to
stand out for me, do you really want to do that?"
Began to hunt for beauty in the crew.
This morning, he held a cup of coffee and sent it to Albert's makeup mirror, taking the opportunity to have an awkward chat with the male god. Everyone in the crew looked at him in disbelief.
Albert smirked and said half a sentence, the private bubble had thickened from three meters to thirty meters, and he didn't touch the coffee from the beginning to the end.
Ma Koukou didn't realize it, and let out bursts of laughter like silver bells at him.
Li Boxi saw it, and said, "Comrade Ma Koukou, tell me the truth, have you accepted your fate of defeat and don't even think about getting revenge?"
Ma Koukou said sadly, "No Ah, master, it's just that I have a cheap life, so I don't deserve you to get involved! This world is so dangerous, if something is tampered with in the result of the competition, what will happen to your precious reputation..."
Li Baixi raised his orchid finger He poked his forehead: "Then you are really filial."
Ma Koukou shyly said, "I am the most filial daughter in the world."
Li Boxi poked again: "If you want to be really filial, why don't you Think about the matter that Wei Niang entrusted to you."
Ma Koukou remembered that he was still worrying about subtracting numbers, and his eyes rolled: "Speaking of which, isn't the crew about to prepare an oil painting?"
Li Boxi I was taken aback.
The oil painting was supposed to be a prop prepared before the shooting started.
In the plot of the movie, when the artist painted Hiroshi’s portrait for the first time, he used a red cloth embroidered with golden flowers as the background and let him lie naked on the blanket. The body of the person in the painting is almost blank, and against the rich background, he becomes paler, like a passerby without emotion or background in ukiyo-e.
They made love with this painting, and finally took this painting as an opportunity to leave.
The director wanted to maximize the art of literary films, so he hired a well-known painter to paint this oil painting of props. As a result, the painter had a big platoon and a bad temper, and he didn't think much of the job, so he delayed until this time to announce the start of work.
In order to have one more publicity stunt, the director endured it. But the other party made a fool of himself, pointing out that he never draws portraits in front of photos, but must face real people, and asked Cheng Ping to go to the studio to take off his clothes and become a model. When the production assistant relayed the request to the crew, Cheng Ping's face changed slightly, obviously uncomfortable. He silently said "Dedicated" several times in his heart, and reluctantly asked: "How long will it be?" Assistant: "...he said he would draw for a week." The crew was in an uproar.
Cheng Ping: "..."
Li Boxi on the side suddenly staggered and walked out in small steps.
Li Boxi was pushed out by Ma Koukou. He knew what the other party meant, but when things came to an end, he hesitated for no reason.
He stabilized his figure, thought for a while, and then said, "Actually, if you don't mind, I can also try this painting." The
director has seen Li Boxi's painting. In fact, he was moved by Li Boxi's paintings from the very beginning, so he invited him to join the group.
At this moment, he complained a lot about the painter in his heart, and wanted to change the plan, so he asked Li Boxi with the mentality of giving it a try: "How long will it take you?"
Li Boxi: "If there are no accidents, three days will be enough. "The
director clapped his hands: "That's great. I guess, you don't need to paint a portrait of a real person, do you?"
Li Boxi was about to answer, when the horse button behind him stabbed him in the back again.
The words that Li Boxi uttered changed temporarily: "At the drafting stage, it is better to face a real person." The
director frowned: "Why?"
Li Boxi: "." Director
: "?"
: "Photos have no soul."
One hundred and eight thousand miles away, the junior brother sneezed.
Director: "?" The
director looked at Cheng Ping hesitantly: "I don't want to embarrass our actors..."
"I'm fine." Cheng Ping was categorical.
Li Boxi glanced at him.
Does he really know what he's enabling?
So the day of shooting ended early. Li Boxi said seriously: "Thank you, Mr. Cheng, let's go to overtime."
Cheng Ping also said seriously: "Okay."
The two left the set with solemn faces, and walked into Li Boxi's hotel room.
The two assistants have thoughtfully arranged a full set of scenes, and perfectly restored a corner of the studio in the room. Half of the golden red cloth blanket was hung on the wall, and half hung on the bed—to prevent Cheng Ping from lying on the floor as a model. There are even two candlesticks standing beside the bed, which serve as light sources for the studio.
Cheng Ping stood where he was, looking at the big bed covered in red and gold.
Things have developed to this point, and anyone can foresee the next direction. Li Boxi coughed, and was about to say something, when Cheng Ping asked, "Then I'm going to lie down
?
" With a long wig, he climbed onto the blanket and sank stiffly into the soft fabric: "Is that so?"
His figure fit Hiroshi's perfectly, pale and lonely, showing a kind of weakness that can be picked by others. In order to get rid of this feeling, he had a strange tone of voice, which seemed to be malevolent.
He didn't want Li Boxi to react inappropriately when he found out that he was just being watched by the other party.
Li Boxi understood why he hesitated at that time.
This scene is too realistic, so realistic to the point of ominous.
But he has been working for this moment for a long time, and he can't give up halfway. Among other things, what should Cheng Ping think if he retreated now?
Li Boxi: "Turn to the side a little more...bend your left foot...raise your head a little more...Okay, just don't move."
He raised his phone and snapped a photo with a hasty "click": " It ’s done.”
Cheng Ping was thinking about how long this ghostly posture would last, and he was taken aback when he heard this: “What’s the matter?”
Li Boxi: “You can move now.”
Cheng Ping: “Didn’t you say you’re going to write to a real person? ...is there a soul?"
Li Boxi: "We can obtain souls in another way."
Cheng Ping didn't expect everything to happen so quickly.
He lay there without moving, when he felt Li Boxi approaching, his fingers dropped, and his fingertips brushed against his lips with hints.
Li Boxi asked softly: "Have you thought about the unresolved conflict before?" It
is not Cheng Ping's style to escape. His eyes faltered for a while, and he said bravely, "Actually, it's not a contradiction... I didn't think about this problem before, but I thought you couldn't be 1, so I thought about it, then I'll take care of it..." The
words The sound disappeared between Li Boxi's lips.
The kiss was deep and long, with obvious purpose. Li Boxi stroked him step by step to wake him up.
Cheng Ping gasped, and looked up at Li Boxi. The eyes of the other party are like two bottomless still waters. Those who have thrown themselves into wells for thousands of years may also be induced by this profoundness.
During the entanglement, Li Boxi fiddled with the hair of his wig.
Cheng Ping looked along, and a thought occurred to him: "We are like the painter He Hong."
He didn't even know that he had said it.
He does not mean that. This sound seemed to expose a long-whitewashed secret, and Li Boxi was shocked: "Don't talk nonsense, are you the same as Hongneng?"
But is it really different? If one day, Cheng Ping changes like Hong and no longer brings inspiration, will I still love him as much as now?
Li Boxi didn't dare to question himself.
He never forgot what Tu Jian asked him.
After all, at the moment after reading the script, he already knew deep down in his heart that his desire for Cheng Ping was not pure love. It is mixed with self-projection and compensation psychology, contradictory and exquisitely self-interested.
Just as the painter knows, only the one who loves Hiroshi can get infinitely close to that noble phantom. But it will always be just a phantom, and on the day when the love thread is broken, he will be beaten back to his original shape.
Cheng Ping seemed to feel his wavering, and took the initiative to lean towards him, saying love words: "It's different, you are much better than the painter."
Li Baixi's tongue was bitter: "No. I'm a fake."
Cheng Ping Looking at him almost innocently: "I also like your men's clothing." Li Boxi
smiled wryly: "That's not the problem."
Cheng Ping said again: "I also like men's clothing."
Got it.
Cheng Ping knows everything, Cheng Ping has already seen through this hypocritical and cowardly self. Even so, Cheng Ping still felt satisfied. His mispayment was a willing mispayment.
At this very moment, the sense of despicableness made Li Boxi both ashamed and burning with desire.
This flower was opened for him, destined to be folded in his hands. It was broken tragically and decisively, and it was beautifully folded.
For the first time, they fit together like a match made in heaven.
At the moment when he climbed to the top, Cheng Ping made a sound like weeping. Li Boxi turned him over and gently kissed away the tears he made, like a hypocritical saint.