[IX]

Gu Xiran was afraid that he would wake up with a headache after a hangover, so he went downstairs to the nearby pharmacy to buy painkillers, went to the breakfast stand to buy two dumplings, and went upstairs.

Jun Ran had already woken up and was sitting on the tatami looking at the door, wearing only a shirt and loose gray cotton pants with large legs and no socks, with long slender feet and delicate white ankles.

Gu Xiran feels that since they hit the life index does not fall but rise, every day there are naturally dull attributes of the man who did not intend to sell cute, mainly because these cute goods look really ...... How to say it, look too demonic, but the eyes are clean and innocent.

Gu Xiran silently took off his shoes, went to the kitchen to wash his hands, glittering white dumplings one by one dialed into the bowl, warmed the milk, and then brought out, Jun Ran still sitting like that, took a pen lying on the coffee table to practice the word post. The writing in this place is a little different from what he was familiar with before.

The pair of long legs shrunken in the few spaces under the coffee table toes slightly curved, toe belly round and white. His right hand is propped up on his chin, his left hand is holding a pen, and his eyes are serious.

Gu Xiran sighed and felt like he was going to cry.

The person is obviously using the same shampoo as him, how can the difference be so big?

The man clearly used the same shampoo as him, how different it is.

"Sorry sorry sorry, it hurts, right?"

"You're jealous of my good hair." Stated sentence.

You don't have to say it.

Jun Ran suddenly reached out and touched the top of his head, "Actually, you don't need to be jealous of me."

Gu Xiran speechless, need to say thank you for what pro.

Then he put on socks, winter thick cotton socks have been wrapped to above the ankle.

"Even if it is warm at home can not wear socks now, cold from the feet, said so many times how you just do not listen and want to get sick, yesterday also drank so much wine, even if that bar clean can not be so careless, if drunk how to do, bad health also loves to toss ......"

Jun Ran looked at the man rambling with his head down, he had two hair swirls, black shiny hair around the hair swirl, a high nose, and unadorned still beautiful eyebrows because this angle looks very gentle.

The light golden sunlight of the northern winter day through the glass. The sunlight is cold, and the temperature a below zero, but the house is very warm, Gu Xiran's eyebrows are very warm, and the corners of the eyes and eyebrows with a thin layer of light gold.

A look up, to meet the sight of Jun Ran.

Many years later Gu Xiran still remembers the look of Jun Ran that day, one cheek by the light, the other side slightly dull, the pair of pale blue eyes by the light of that strange discoloration, the color is lighter, as light through the blue crystal, unexpectedly a few gentle, like a smooth hair smooth comfortable mandarin-eyed Persian cat.

The house drifted dumpling fragrance, the coffee table spread on the word posters turned to page thirty-nine, extracted a paragraph of Tagore - life is only a few dozen springs and autumns, but it is never a dream-like disillusionment, but has a deep and long meaning to sing and celebrate. If you are attached to the truth, life will be immortalized.

Jun Ran's line drawings are very beautiful, and they are iron-painted and silver-colored, and they are unrestrained and forceful.

At that time, there was no previous bitter loneliness in Jun Ran's eyes, he slightly curved the corners of his mouth, and one ankle that had just been socked was still in his hand.

During those days when Gu Xiran was in pain, whenever he recalled Jun ran, his mind was filled with his smile that day.

At that time, many things did not have time to happen, Jun Ran always sat barefoot on the tatami mats to watch his rented martial arts films, with a bit of incomprehensible concentration; ink after using a bottle told him to "hero" brand of blue ink, pull out a few ten dollars of change, think about it and give him a pink, more than a few books of calligraphy.

Always so good.

Later he remembered that day and found that it all smelled like destiny.

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The backstage of Jun Ran's show always has various modeling companies handing him business cards, all kinds of bitter words, all kinds of coercion, and all kinds of coaxing invitations. The company has my phone number and will contact me when there is a single show.

Single game your sister ah you do not know that we field have invited you!

Of course, they troll to troll, their attitude has always been very good, and peers have always seen each other in a different way.

Lan Yue is the first person to see the pearl, and Jun Ran's friendship in the eyes of peers is always so different, for example, now, Lan Yue in Jun Ran's side constantly coaxing persuades each other to participate in the audition.

"I remember you are from a modeling company."

"I jumped ship."

"Good luck with the fortune."

"Thanks."

"How is the new company?"

"Our boss is missing all day, but the company stars really a lot of ah do not know how to manage over, my boss every day to set up a pair of glasses, do not speak a little scary, by the way, the other day I want to get Jiang Zhi's autograph, I like her from high school days la ......"

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Jun Ran got up, it was his turn to go on.

Lan Yue smilingly watched him go up to the foreground, always felt as if he had forgotten something important.

What is the matter?

This show is the special show of the famous designer Glei. Glay himself is a hybrid, mixed with Chinese and French, very much the essence of the blood, the bones have the romance and creativity of the French, but also the pragmatic rigor of the East.

Jun Ran body has a unique atmosphere, cold and mysterious, with a touch of cold, very suitable for his style.

This show focuses on British retro, for Jun Ran is not the clothes set people, but people set clothes.

Classic black and white color scheme, black shirt, lapel pattern cascade, long sleeves pulled up, wearing a beret, long hair bundled behind. The shirt is tied in the pants, the belt is a bundle, and the body shape is elegant and graceful beyond compare.

His mouthline is very natural and soft, guess Gu Xiran these two days again in the downstairs newsstand to buy magazines, I hope this issue of the poster will be him.

The audience on stage is very crazy, some of them are even inquiring clearly and purposely rushed to Jun Ran. And ...... Jun Ran looks very warm today ah he is thinking of something.

Backstage, Lan Yue is still there.

"Come on come on, just audition, don't sign up, come and try." Finally remembered the business.

Jun Ran mood is good, nodded, and agreed.

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Audition.

Jun Ran came early. Gu Xiran home in the morning, after hearing the sound he could not fall asleep again, especially since this person thought he gently put a pile of books on the desk, but also to his bed to touch his forehead.

Now he is sitting on a chair outside in the hall, breathing and concentrating, and silently taking his luck, which to outsiders looks like a picture of a beauty sleeping.

The staff is very excited, the company has finally started to promote newcomers.

The stars passing by have mixed feelings, after all, the entertainment industry always dies on the beach before the wave.

The same young people who came to the audition ...... This is really hard to say.

Open your eyes, the time has passed an hour, the audition has long started, Jun Ran looked at them one by one full of confidence in the gray head out, a teenage boy even cried.

Lan Yue, who was helping people buy coffee, saw Jun Ran when he passed by and went over to comfort him, "This time, the actors may be selected internally, don't be sad, just think of it as coming to play."

"Is your new job to buy coffee?"

Lan Yue walked away with tears in his eyes.

Jun Ran from the coat pocket pulled out the white chocolate Gu Xiran stuffed him, a bite.

It smelled good.

When the staff called Jun Ran's name, he held the last piece, biting and swallowing.

In front of him sat a row of four, Jun Ran glanced at them but did not speak.

"...... You can start introducing yourself."

"Jun Ran."

waited, no sound.

The staff was a little embarrassed to hand him the paper with the content of the audition.

Jun Ran very calmly took off his jacket, wool, and finally a black shirt.

He walked to the side of the tatami that he felt close to, wrapped a thin blanket around his waist, and laid down, turning his back to the four people.

He was thin, with an unusually pale complexion and slightly convex shoulder blades, like a butterfly, beautiful.

Silent dozens of them get up, stand in front of the huge floor mirror began to dress, a slight languor, the mirror diagonally opposite the four people's eyes have penetrated the amazement.

From the bottom up one by one buttoned up. That is really a pair of very good-looking hands, knuckles slender, wrist bones prominent, presenting unbearable style, black buttons in his fingertips stroking press, ascetic eroticism.

A hand fished out the long hair in the collar, fingers traced the pattern of the floor-to-ceiling mirror border.

"I killed lions in the Colosseum, was bred by the Pope of Filippo, had an audience with Queen Elizabeth, was favored by the nobility for centuries, I allowed them to kiss my toes, forgiving their ignorance and pity for God. But I couldn't love humans, they were already old before I fell in love with them."

The man's voice in front of the floor mirror was low and warm, similar to a cello. He told himself the history that no one remembered, the love of flowers and snow, but his eyes were old, bleak, and sentimental, like nostalgia for a dead lover.

The hall was silent for a while.

Jun Ran put on his coat, a nod, and walked away.

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"Tell outside no more auditions ......"

After a while:

"Crap! Which company?"

"Where is the person? Get him back for me!"

"Show me his information, quick!"

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