It's really fragrant after opening with the deadly enemy

Chapter 8 Sources of Inspiration

After the shooting of the double seal, Xiao Xu hurriedly ran up to put the clothes on Shi Chuanhe.

By the way, he unscrewed the lid of the insulation cover and poured tea for him.

Shi Chuanhe glanced at the steaming ginger tea, took a sip, and frowned instantly.

Xiao Xu: "...you don't like drinking ginger tea?"

Shi Chuanhe didn't hide it, he nodded: "Yeah."

Having said that, he still held the lid of the cup and sipped it slowly.

He really doesn't like the smell, but he also knows what's good and what's not.

Now he has to do it because of his own preference, and he will have a high fever tomorrow.

Because their side is over, other assistants in the arena are cleaning up the set and preparing to change props and backgrounds under the command of the photographer.

Therefore, there are people coming and going in the studio, and there are sounds of walking and shouting everywhere.

After Shi Chuanhe drank two sips of ginger tea, Ye Yancai walked over slowly.

Xiao Xu knew that they didn't get along, so he didn't let them have a drink together: "I also brought a disposable cup, Brother Ye, would you like to drink some too?"

Although Ye Yan was cold, it was not to the extent that Shi Chuanhe was.

After all, he did win the winter swimming championship.

So he glanced at Shi Chuanhe, who was quietly drinking ginger tea with downcast eyes, and waved his hand in rejection: "I don't need it, you can leave it to them."

Xiao Xu thought he was afraid of not enough, and felt a little guilty: "I will prepare more next time..."

In fact, the main thing is that she didn't expect to want to shoot shirts in this cold weather.

"It's not a buffalo." Shi Chuanhe raised his eyes, expressionless: "Why are you preparing so much?"

Xiao Xu was stunned for a moment, and then heard him continue: "This idiot won the winter swimming championship, so he didn't need it."

Ye Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled angrily: "What did you call me just now?"

Shi Chuanhe looked at him: "What? So you still have this habit?"

His tone sounded flat, but no matter how he heard it, he mocked: "I can satisfy you infinitely."

Just as Ye Yan wanted to say something, the photographer over there looked back at them: "You are all fine, go back and change your clothes."

Shi Chuanhe paused slightly, turned his head and wanted to go to the table to get his copper coins, but unexpectedly Ye Yan stretched out his hand in front of him: "Look at the important things carefully."

Ye Yan's hands are wider and slender than Shi Chuanhe's because he has learned many musical instruments, and they are not as thin and tender as Shi Chuanhe's.

His hand was covered with a thin layer of calluses, but it was also a very beautiful hand.Has the charm of a man.

And on that hand lay Shi Chuanhe's red string and copper coins.

Shi Chuanhe didn't move, just looked down at his hand.

Ye Yan went forward to send it off: "You don't want it anymore?"

Shi Chuanhe reached out and took it from his palm.

His fingertips slightly brushed Ye Yan's palm, which made Ye Yan feel a little itchy, but he didn't feel anything from the coolness, it just went to his heart.

For a moment, he couldn't help but think of the little cinnabar mole he saw when he took a picture just now.

Shi Chuanhe didn't notice Ye Yan's strangeness, he only clenched the copper coin in his hand tightly.

His hands were still terribly cold, but the remaining warmth from the copper coins and the red rope warmed his hands a little bit, which was more effective than that cup of ginger tea.

That was Ye Yan's body temperature.

He didn't feel wrong at the time, the temperature on Ye Yan's body was really still hot.

This man is really not afraid of the cold.

Shi Chuanhe looked up at Ye Yan, Ye Yan's hand had already been put down, clenched slightly where he couldn't see.

He smiled and looked at Shi Chuanhe: "What? Want to say thank you to me?"

The teasing in his eyes and the banter in his tone were so obvious that Shi Chuanhe didn't even want to say those two words.

But his tutor did not allow him to be so impolite.

Fortunately, the photographer looked over again at this time: "...Are you reluctant to part with me? Why don't you leave?"

Shi Chuanhe nodded at the photographer, glanced indifferently at Ye Yan who was still looking at him with a smile, turned his head decisively and left.

Ye Yan stood on the spot and watched him take a few steps, then raised his foot to follow him slowly, still keeping a distance from him, and said softly: "It's not polite."

That's what he said, but Ye Yan didn't feel dissatisfied or disgusted at all.

If Shi Chuanhe would say thank you to him because of a bracelet and make a 180-degree turn in his attitude, it would not be Shi Chuanhe.

The spines of the little hedgehog will not expose the soft belly just because the natural enemy has a carrot in his hand.

Subsequent shoots were not so cool.

The clothes have been changed several times, but compared with the shirts, they are already thick.

Especially for the exterior scene on the group's inner page, Shi Chuanhe even put on a white turtleneck sweater and a black woolen trench coat.

Although it is cold outside, it is much better than a shirt. Besides, you can stick two warm babies on the back to provide a heat source.

After the group shoot, it's the individual portrait.

Because Xiao Xu said that Shi Chuanhe was afraid of the cold, the photographer also said to shoot Shi Chuanhe first.

The photographer was very pleased with the members of Ln7.

Their appearance conditions are excellent, and none of them complained of being tired or suffering during the filming. The only thing he regrets is that there is no snow.

If the weather is cold and windy, if the snow falls, it will be the most perfect artistic conception.

The photographer set up a SLR: "Let's take a close-up photo of your face, and your expression is as usual."

Shi Chuanhe nodded and stood still.

The photographer zoomed in just as the sky finally responded to the forecast with the first flakes of snow falling.

Snowflakes fluttered and fell in the air, the photographer's eyes lit up, and he quickly pressed the shutter one after another.

The snowflake fell on Shi Chuanhe's slender eyelashes.

The cold feeling came in an instant, causing Shi Chuanhe to blink.

So the snowflakes merged into his eyes again, and the moment the ice water melted, Chuanhe's right eye was slightly red when it was directly cold.

"Feel sorry."

Shi Chuanhe raised his hand and pressed his eyes with the heel of his palm, but his voice was still very weak: "I can't hold back."

His bloodless thin lips were slightly pursed, which should have been a very embarrassed posture, but it fell on him inexplicably like an ink painting with only black and white tones.

Light and thick, light and heavy.

The photographer went back to look at the photos taken consecutively, and was amazed again in his heart.

When he saw Shi Chuanhe for the first time, he felt that this child was too outstanding and too distant.

That coldness is so harsh and inhumane that people dare not take a second look, but it only takes one look to make people unforgettable.

He is like the piece of snow that melts into his eyes, it is bitingly cold when it falls on people, but it can also melt into people's bones.

And the most different thing between him and Snow Flower is that he will not disappear.

He is not just a piece of snow, he is a towering snow mountain.

"It's okay." The photographer looked at him excitedly: "I captured something good."

Ye Yan was standing right behind the photographer, and he inadvertently scanned the photo from the corner of his eye when the photographer saw it.

Shi Chuanhe's blink was very fast, it was indeed difficult for the naked eye to catch it, but the machine could.

Shi Chuanhe in the camera is more shocking than the cinnabar mole on his collarbone.

Ye Yan looked at Shi Chuanhe, thinking that the little hedgehog's spines were really soft and messy.

Because of the snow, the photographer made up a few more sets of photos of the snow scene, with more elements and more choices at that time.

By the time they finished filming, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

Everyone didn't eat lunch, and their chests were stuck to their backs when they were hungry, but no one complained.

"Beauty" has worked with many big and small stars, and it's not that I haven't met Ln7 who is so dedicated. It's just because they didn't have high expectations for Ln7 at the beginning. Now they are comfortable everywhere, so let them evaluate them. A few points higher.

After the shooting ended, Ye Yan led six people to bow to the photographer and other staff members for their hard work and thank them for their care. He rejected the lunch invitation from the photographer and the others, and boarded the car.

Shi Chuanhe was the first to get into the nanny's car, sat in his original position, lowered his head and put on the hand strap.

Because Jiang Sheng was hungry, Fu Si accompanied him to buy some food to pad his stomach, Guan Yuyue bought coffee for him, Chen Feiye and Yi Yi expressed that they wanted to buy some hot drinks, after all, they had already finished sharing the ginger tea just now. .

And Xiao Xu has to go to "Beauty" to finish the communication, so there are only him and the driver in the car, and one...

"That thank you hasn't been said yet."

Ye Yan sat in front of him, but he didn't seem to be separated from him by a row of seats: "When are you going to say it?"

Shi Chuanhe raised his eyes expressionlessly, lowered his head and bit the rope on one side, and pulled the rope on the other side with his other hand, and said something almost subconsciously, but his voice was a little vague: "Wait until your letter of condolence and funeral invitation arrives. I have it."

"Tsk." Ye Yan watched his movements, and his Adam's apple rolled: "I helped you, is this your attitude?"

Shi Chuanhe pulled the hand rope, put down his hands to touch the two warm babies that Xiao Xu imitated Guan Yuyue's action just now: "Put it another way."

He looked at him indifferently: "When are you going to apologize to me?"

Ye Yan smiled angrily: "Very good question, when are you going to apologize to me?"

Shi Chuanhe: "Why should I apologize for something I can't remember?"

Ye Yan made an OK gesture, got up and walked forward, and sat back to his original seat: "Same as above."

The two chatted directly.

The young driver sitting at the front silently looked up at the rearview mirror and shivered.

Can he get out of the car?

The temperature inside the car is lower than outside the car! ! !

Shi Chuanhe looked out the window for a while, and then looked at Ye Yan's back.

He looked down at his mobile phone, and sent a sentence to the person who ordered the blanket——

[Your father: Make it short, you don't need to block the door of the room. 】

At the same time, Ye Yan let out a sigh of relief and closed his eyes.

He thought he was crazy. Ever since he saw the cinnabar mole on Shi Chuanhe's collarbone, that piece of whiteness flashed past his eyes from time to time, and sometimes Chuanhe's fingertips brushed against his palm, and he was there. The slightly red Shi Chuanhe seen on the photographer's SLR...

And 11 years ago, the little Shi Chuanhe jumped from a high place and fell straight towards him, with the scorching sun and blue sky behind him all as a foil for him.

That was the inspiration for his first original song.

That immature, cold and resolute face replaced all the scenery in his heart.

The author has something to say: Yanyan!You are still a scumbag!