[Short BL] Actor

"Okay, I'll take you for a walk after a while."

He zipped open the zipper of the puppy's pet bag, slipped a small piece of dog treat from his jeans pocket, zipped it, and patted the bag lightly.

"Hey, alright, let's clean up."

Stretching, he looked around and thought about where to start. After making up his mind, he walked towards the main scene shot today.

The bathroom glowing with yellow light can be called a mess.

"Um..." He tilted his head to think, rolled up the sleeves of his hands, stood beside the shower head, turned on the switch, and a jet of water shot out in an instant.

He held the shower head in his hand, and the sound of the water jet hitting the plastic cloth filled his ears, washing away some sticky, bright red, cloudy, and bubbly.

Turning off the water, squatting down, he folded the transparent plastic sheet on the ground, pulled it up, and shook off the liquid.

"Why are you the only one collecting?"

With the appearance of the voice, a figure entered his line of sight. In the dimly lit "bathroom" with small tiles, a man leaned against the shabby door frame.

"I told everyone to go back first." He vigorously shook the plastic sheet in his hands, "Why are you here?"

"I didn't go." The man looked at the movements of his hands casually, as if he was thinking about something, but he didn't seem to think about anything.

"Why don't you go back?" He roughly folded the plastic sheet, piled it on a shelf aside, picked up the shower head again, turned on the water, and swept the ground with a jet of water while scanning his eyes.

"It's still early." The man maintained the same posture, still watching his movements nonchalantly.

The two didn't speak again until he finished cleaning the bathroom floor and hung up the shower head. The man finally looked at him. When his eyes met, he raised his chin to the man, who immediately understood what he meant and turned away. go.

He followed the man out of the bathroom and came to the work area where wires and shooting equipment were scattered all over the place. The man found a position out of the way and continued to lean against the wall, watching him skillfully and orderly disperse the scattered items. Collect them one by one.

"Wang!" The human silence was exchanged for a complaint from the dog star.

"Good, just wait a minute, it will be all right soon." He spoke to the direction of the pet bag to reassure, and the man saw that his expression became quite gentle.

"How long do you have?" the man asked.

"It will take a while." He glanced up at the man, then lowered his head and continued to clean up.

"Should I take it? It should have been held for a whole day." The man walked over to the pet bag and squatted down. The puppy seemed to know him. Inside, intending to break through the confinement and pounce on the man.

"Aren't you tired? It's alright, I'll just wait and take it."

"Not tired."

The man unzipped the bag and took the puppy out. The puppy flapped anxiously on top of him and stretched out his tongue to lick the man's face.

The man laughed, and he laughed too.

"You don't have to go too long," he said to the man, who waved at him and put on the leash, and the dog and the man gradually walked out of his sight.

He looked for a moment in the direction they were leaving.

Today, a man had a play, he knew it for a long time, the script was already wrinkled by him, and the man had rehearsed many times in front of him, so he thought he didn't care.

He discussed with the director countless times how to shoot this scene. He watched the props team prepare all kinds of liquids that would be used in the plot. Turning on the lights to let the actors walk around in the scene to test the lights, he watched as the actor, the man, and the other man appeared in the monitor, who seemed to be untouched by the camera, and they were still working so far.

Since it is work, we must show a professional attitude. He is, and so is a man.

Men are actors.

He is responsible for capturing the emotions of the man with the camera.

Men are actors.

So when the man looked at another man with the eyes he looked at him, he was absent from the camera for a moment.

Men are actors.

So, which man is acting? Under the lens, or outside the lens.

It wasn't the first time he saw a man act, but it was the first time he lost his cool at work.

This play needs to be cleared.

So, he hid his unrest under his unsmiling expression. The smoother the filming went, the more his heart agitated.

Finally, the director got the sensationalism he wanted, and he lost his firmness in love.

When the two actors were soaking wet and wrapped in towels, he didn't look up at them, so he didn't know what the man's expression was.

Maybe he was just afraid to watch.

The equipment is almost finished, and the man and the puppy have not returned. He doesn't like to let his mind wander, he should know that men stay for him, but what if not? What if, not only men stay?

"Huh." He laughed at himself, leaned on the wooden box beside him, took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket, and lit a spark.

"It's really suffocated, it urinates a lot, and it's bigger twice." The man's voice came from far away, and soon, a creature at his feet was flying wildly at his legs.

He bent down and picked up the puppy. Dogs, such animals, always spare no effort to express their boundless love to people.

You don't need to guess, and you can't act.

"Thank you." He teased the puppy in his arms, not looking at the man.

"Nerve, thank you." The man stood beside him, and there was no word between them.

Suddenly, there was a light touch on his cheek.

He turned his head, and the look of the man staring at him was hard to decipher for a while.

"I'm an actor," the man said, frowning slightly.

"I know." He looked into the man's eyes.

"You know, and you don't know." The man also stared at him.

"Off the camera, I'm just me."

He looked at the man quietly, dismantling the emotions in the man's eyes bit by bit.

"I know," he said, bending down to lower the puppy back to the ground.

"You're a good actor, and it's a pleasure to shoot you."

He straightened up and looked at the man again. Maybe he shouldn't have turned off the prop lights just now. In the dim light, the man's expression and the puppy's face actually overlapped.

He touched the man's face.

"I just don't like it."

The man hugged him, he hesitated for a second, then slowly hugged the man back.

Gradually, his arms tightened and tightened, until the two of them were too crowded to even breathe.

"Don't act on me."

His voice was buried in the suffocating embrace, maybe he didn't say it at all, just shouted silently in the silence.

(Finish)