Chapter 89 Naked Face to Face
Reach out and pull the chair away.
It is inevitable that there will be a little scraping sound on the uneven ground.
At the signal of the person opposite him, Shu Ming sat on the white chair at the other end of the round table.
It was too sunny outside in Freddy, making people's skin itchy and hot. Shu Ming was so sunburned that he could hardly open his eyes. The world seemed like a white reflector.
It felt much better once we were inside the parasol, and we could finally see each other's faces clearly.
This Oujiman director was a tall middle-aged man. Shu Ming estimated that when he stood up, he would be about the same height as Liang Ruwen, who was left in the restaurant next door by him.
But in stark contrast to his broad frame, Ojiman is very thin.
There were not many signs of muscle on his body, and there was not much flesh on his face either. A sharp hooked nose stood out abruptly from his thin cheeks.
His brown hair was meticulously styled with hairspray, and his gray-blue eyes were deeply embedded in his sunken eye sockets, giving him a very serious and unsmiling look.
The weather here is very strange, sunny but not hot. Shu Ming originally thought that the metal accessories would be slightly hot -
After both parties introduced themselves respectfully, Shu Ming took off his backpack and prepared to take out the thick manuscript that he had carried across the ocean with great effort.
But when my fingers touched the zipper, it didn't feel hot, but warm.
Then, his movements were stopped.
The person on the other side seemed to have X-ray vision and could immediately see what was in his bag, and then immediately anticipated what he was going to do.
Although Ojiman's voice was clear and his accent was very similar to that of a professional announcer on a tape, he had a calm and steady feeling.
But what he said was completely different from the stereotype: "It's such a beautiful day today. I don't want to talk to you about work."
Then what to talk about?
Shu Ming still had a canvas backpack in his arms, and he didn't take it off his legs. He just looked at me with the backpack in his arms.
Oujiman looked at him deeply. Facing the director's serious gaze, Shu Ming allowed him to look at him openly until a thick menu was pushed in front of him.
When I opened it, I saw crooked handwriting all over it.
Ha, I don’t understand.
"Just chat a little. For example, what kind of coffee do you like?"
**
After saying goodbye to Director Oujiman, Shu Ming was completely stunned until the moment he saw Liang Ruwen.
Because he didn't know the director's temper before coming, Shu Ming simply placed Liang Ruwen, who was traveling with him, in the restaurant next door.
Unexpectedly, I made an extremely correct decision by accident.
There is almost no air conditioning in Freddy, and the air relies entirely on the natural cool breeze. Liang Ruwen also relaxed and put on a loose linen shirt. He took off his sunglasses and placed them on the table.
His arms, covered with powerful muscles, were lazily resting on the back of the chair as he listened attentively to Shu Ming's story.
"You guys have been talking about coffee for two hours?"
"No, we also talked about cigar varieties, how cold wine should be to taste, and the latest popular novels... This is the first time in my life that I feel so ignorant."
The more we talk, the more painful it becomes - it’s all blind spots in knowledge!
Ojiman is a really interesting person. He looks very serious and solemn, but in fact he just says whatever he dreams about.
Shu Ming held his chin up to his hand and looked out the window. He sighed deeply and said in disbelief:
"He accused me of coming too quickly, ruining his anticipation, and told me to get lost."
The slight shock on Shu Ming's face was truly rare, a kind of hazy dullness. "He also accused me of not being relaxed enough."
Shu Ming was at a loss, and for a few seconds he even began to doubt his life.
Liang Ruowen really wanted to laugh.
When you stay with Shu Ming, you will be infected by all kinds of lively and vivid details of this boy.
Shu Ming was gesturing slightly with his hands, trying to describe to Liang Ruowen how Ojiman raised his eyebrows and spoke in a deep voice like a broadcaster, saying sentences colder than hail.
As expected of a talented young actor praised by all major media, when Shu Ming lowered his voice to imitate Oujiman's speech, it really felt like he was standing in front of Oujiman in person!
Liang Ruwen tried twice, but couldn't even suppress the corners of his lips.
I can only say that this vivid description makes people really want to hear him talk about some more interesting details.
As a favorite of major directors, has Shu Ming ever experienced such accusations?
"But no, I still don't think I'm wrong." After thinking about it, Shu Ming gave a firm negative answer.
"It just shows that our perspectives on life are different. There's no right or wrong."
He had strictly followed the email message sent by Ojiman. The other party clearly said that he could contact him at any time, so why did he go back on his word now?
What he thinks is what he thinks. He is not a worm in Ojiman's stomach, so how can he know his thoughts in advance?
Liang Ruwen also agreed with him!
The fact that Shu Ming wasn't swayed by the opinions of others, especially a famous director with such a halo, proved that he possessed the ability to think independently. This was also part of a person's gradual maturity...
In fact, Shu Ming just wanted to make a few quick complaints.
Unexpectedly, after he complained, Liang Ruowen actually provided emotional value by praising him seriously and agreeing with him, which made him look a little embarrassed.
But being praised still made him feel happy. Shu Ming shook his puppy's tail secretly, and after calming down, he thought about it seriously.
"But it's not impossible to understand these things..."
After all, judging by the family background and personality of the character I’m going to play this time, maybe I really understand these things!
It’s just that the script didn’t mention much about it, so Shu Ming didn’t expand on his studies.
This time he will play the role of X, a beautiful girl from a wealthy family who believes in living for the moment and indulging herself in the world.
These things really sound like knowledge that x would know.
Liang Ruwen's attention wandered off: "The character's name is X?"
"Yes! The three main characters are named x, y, and z—"
What a simple and crude name.
After Liang Ruowen mentioned this, Shu Ming also found it quite interesting and laughed twice.
Freddy's pace was slow, and they sat in the restaurant for a long time before the waiter brought up some steak and stew.
Even if he doesn't say it explicitly, you can tell after careful observation that Shu Ming actually hates jobs like cutting steaks.
Liang Ruwen naturally took over his plate and helped him cut it into small pieces that were easy to eat. Shu Ming raised his mobile phone to take a photo and report today's lunch to his brother and aunt.
By the time he put down his phone, everything was ready.
Even though we ate some on the plane, airplane food was inexplicably unpalatable, not to mention two grown men. How could anyone possibly be full with that little food?
So no one spoke and just focused on eating, but this silence was not awkward. Instead, it brought a sense of quiet peace.
The wind was blowing again, it was very comfortable.
Pedestrians on the street were walking towards the beach, talking and laughing. They had all kinds of skin colors and accents, and they were all dressed for vacation.
This made it feel real - it turns out that I was here on vacation!
After the muscles that had been working non-stop gradually relaxed, Shu Ming was eating when he suddenly lost his mind for some reason and was in a daze for a while.
I’ve been thinking about the time difference in geography that I learned in high school until today’s lunch.
It’s actually quite comfortable to think that someone is dividing the food for me.
In fact, there are quite a few people around him who are willing to take care of him, but sometimes the efforts of others for him will make him feel uneasy.
But that’s not the case when I’m with Leo Liang.
For example, if anyone else saw him stop eating, they would probably come up to him and ask with concern, "What's wrong?"
But Liang Ruowen would only slow down and wait for him, and would not interfere with his racing thoughts at the moment.
Perhaps, this is why he likes to hang out with Liang Ruowen often!
**
The first day was tiring due to the long journey and there was nothing much to plan, so everyone simply went back to their rooms to wash up and rest.
Even dinner was delivered by the butler.
The rest of the people lived in a low house next to the villa, which was close but not disturbing, which was quite considerate.
After a long afternoon of sleep, it was already dark when Shu Ming woke up. As he walked down the stairs, he felt as if he had slept so much that his bones were almost numb.
The housekeeper suggested that they sit in the yard to dine. Under the lemon-laden shelf, a few bright warm yellow lamps were placed on the plaid tablecloth, and the brown wine bottles appeared translucent under the light.
Seeing that Shu Ming was still a little sleepy, and even had two strands of hair sticking unruly on his head, Liang Ruowen asked someone to remove the wine.
He asked the butler to find these wines. They were not expensive, but they were enough for Shu Ming to get started with wine tasting and understanding... It didn't matter, there was still plenty of time.
But as the saying goes - don't talk about people behind their backs.
They had just finished eating and cleared the plates at the outdoor table when Liang's father called for the first time!
Shu Ming had already woken up and was about to avoid it, but was stopped by Liang Ruowen.
They spoke Cantonese, and Shu Ming could vaguely understand a little bit, but not much.
But it can be seen that the relationship between the father and son is good, and the tone between their conversations is light.
Shu Ming withdrew his attention. Even if he didn't avoid him, he didn't listen much. He just sat in the chair and sniffed the air, feeling how the wind was mixed with the aroma of citrus fruits.
He likes everything that can enrich the senses, whether it is acting, stage, skiing, playing ball... For him, they are all subdivided pleasures of the same kind.
Liang Ruowen was talking to his father on the side - this time he finally understood why his parents always had to leave everyone behind to go on vacation.
Before Liang's father could say a few more words, the phone was picked up by Liang's mother.
Out of the corner of her eye, Liang Ruwen switched her hand to answer the phone, and the first thing she said was, "Mommy, have you eaten yet?"
So novel, do they all call mom and dad like this?
Shu Ming rarely looked up. He couldn't see clearly at night, so of course he didn't know that Liang Ruowen was always looking at him.
One person did it unintentionally, while the other person did it intentionally to accommodate him.
The two of them naturally met eyes. Liang Ruowen's heart stopped beating when he was looked at by Shu Ming like that, but he still answered the phone without changing his expression.
In fact, only he himself knew that his brain had completely stopped working and he could only mechanically say things like he liked the house very much and Shu Ming liked it too.
In short, they didn't talk on the phone often, especially after they became adults, as they all followed the principle of living their own lives, so the call didn't last long before they hung up.
When I turned around, Shu Ming was stretching his arms and looking up at something.
"...Are these lemons ripe?"
"It's cooked."
Liang Ruowen stood beside him, knowing that he couldn't see clearly, and reached out to take one off for him.
These lemons ripen in the spring, and now that we are about to enter the official summer, they are naturally ripe enough to eat.
The two hands held the fruit, and they separated at the first touch.
There are obvious calluses on Liang Ruwen's fingertips caused by playing musical instruments, and the touch of the tender flesh on the sides of his fingers is very obvious.
Shu Ming had no other thoughts, only the guitar he hadn't touched in a long time. He took the lemon and rubbed it slowly with his fingertips. He could feel the rough texture of the surface, completely different from the roughness on human hands.
Shu Ming hadn't done heavy farm work for a long time. The calluses on his hands had disappeared, and he had become more sensitive to touch.
What should I do with this lemon?
His nails were neatly trimmed, short enough to barely touch the nail bed. It was for convenience. He pinched the edges a little, and the juice seeped stickily into the gaps between his fingertips.
Shu Ming moved quickly. Without Liang Ruowen noticing, he peeled the yellow lemons like peeling an orange.
Driven by curiosity, he suddenly stuffed a petal into his mouth.
It's completely different from what I imagined.
The unexpected bitterness, sourness and astringency burst out in his mouth all at once. Shu Ming was startled by the sour taste and shivered slightly while leaning against the table.
"If you like, I'll cut some for you to drink tomorrow..."
Liang Ruowen held his shoulders and naturally felt a slight tremor.
When he looked down again, he saw a peeled lemon and Shu Ming's cheek, which was obviously holding something.
Suppress the bitterness at the root of the tongue and you can taste the sweetness of the juice.
Liang Ruwen didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "We need to peel off this white film on the outside..."
Shu Ming would never waste food, so he simply used Shu Ming's hand to help him remove the white film bit by bit.
The two people were so close, so close that if Liang Ruowen turned his head at this moment, he would definitely see a soft cheek.
He held his breath, and then the soft flesh of the lemon was pulled from his hand.
Shu Ming gently bit open the petal with his teeth: "It's a little bitter, but it tastes good."
It's very fresh, he likes this new taste that he has never experienced before.
In the intervals between conversations, the smell of lemon wafted from Shu Ming's lips and teeth. When Liang Ruowen almost thought he was going to be drowned by the smell, Shu Ming seemed to be tired of sitting there.
He pushed the chair away and prepared to get up and go back to the house.
It was hard to tell whether I was saved or disappointed as normal air filled into my nasal cavity again.
Before he completely walked away, Liang Ruwen called out to him, "What are you planning to do tomorrow?"
"I still have to go find Ojiman."
"Besides that?"
"Swimming, writing papers, watching movies..."
Shu Ming tossed the lemon in his hand as he walked, and the wind carried a little fragrance along the way.
"...or whatever, just sitting in the yard all day is nice."
**
"You're much more relaxed than yesterday."
"Yeah?"
He was beginning to look a bit like the character X described in the script.
Arrogant, leisurely, casual, and relaxed.
His sunglasses were stuck on the bridge of his nose, and one button of his shirt was loosely open, revealing a bit of his collarbone.
Then he let the romance novel in his arms fall onto the table with a "bang".
Ojiman began to look at him formally with the eyes of a director.
Look at this smart guy.
He obviously understood the accusation he had made yesterday and began to gradually adjust his state, moving closer to the character in the movie.
Ojiman had to try very hard to suppress the smile and admiration in his eyes.
Shu Ming didn't worry too much. After getting up, he just picked up a foreign popular novel that he liked from the bookshelf. The housekeeper told him that he could use it at will.
So after he finished reading the paper, he spent an extra two hours sitting in front of the large desk, facing the greenery outside the window, reading a small part of the book while looking up the dictionary.
After the book was placed on the table in front of Ojiman, it was blown up by the wind and flipped to an unknown page.
The sunlight increased the saturation of all scenery, including books, making the white even whiter, and the inconspicuous black disappeared in it, and not a single word could be recognized.
Fortunately, this time Shu Ming listened to the advice of Liang Ruowen and the housekeeper and chose to come out wearing sunglasses. Only then did he feel that the world became clearer.
Pull out a chair and sit down.
Shu Ming folded his hands on the table and tapped his fingertips: "What should we talk about today?"
Ojiman quickly tore a piece of paper from the notebook in front of him and wrote a long list of names on it.
Shu Ming picked it up gently: "What is this?"
"The name of the film."
In fact, the word film is not commonly used.
Even though Shu Ming had intentionally learned some filming-related terms, in the digital age, even film crews hardly used film anymore...
Therefore, Shu Ming has not learned this word yet - he does not know the foreign language for it.
So he repeated Ojiman's pronunciation vaguely, like a baby learning to speak.
Ojiman didn't explain much, he just said: "I plan to use this for filming, you can try it."
Then he mercilessly signaled that he could go.
Well, I was ordered to leave again.
But it was not without gain.
Shu Ming was not discouraged. He picked up the not-so-thick popular novel and walked side by side with a man who appeared out of nowhere.
Even from a distance, Ojiman could still hear their conversation, but it was in Chinese.
In fact, according to Shu Ming's common sense as a workaholic, he should seize every moment and use all resources to check the note handed to him by Ojiman.
Maybe when you see him the next day, you will find that he has some insights into film shooting.
But Shu Ming did not do so for the first time.
The boy took off his sunglasses, revealing his amber pupils that seemed to ooze honey in the sunlight, and his eyelashes that were clearly visible.
Then he raised his chin slightly towards Liang Ruwen and said, "Let's go swimming."
Immediately afterwards, he took the lead and took the first step.
Oh, swimming.
Liang Ruowen caught up with him in two steps, and then realized what Shu Ming had just said.
Oh, swimming?
He paused.
Liang Ruowen had just chewed out the meaning of these two words when he subconsciously saw Shu Ming's slender neck hidden under his black hair and shirt, which was glowing white in the scorching sun.
He realized bitterly and sweetly that—
His heart had already started beating wildly, ahead of his reason, and he was no longer in control of it.
It shows how much he expects in his subconscious mind.
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