Chapter 73: Exclusive of Jinjiang 2/2

“Wait a minute.” Old Song stood up, patting Song Fuzhi’s shoulder. “Come with me.”

Song Fuzhi was a bit confused but followed Old Song out of the room.

“What’s wrong, Dad?”

Old Song’s face was a bit serious. He pointed to the side of his neck, then gestured a few inches down, “Did you do this to Shi Zhang?”

Song Fuzhi was truly stunned this time, staring blankly for several seconds before managing to say, “Uh-huh.”

“The blood vessels around the neck are numerous and complex. Try not to break the capillaries on this side. There have been accidents abroad before, and some patients have developed aortic thrombosis due to their partners. Although the probability is very low, as that patient originally had a family history, you should still be careful in your daily life.”

Old Dad was so serious about advising him on this matter, making Song Fuzhi, even though he was an adult, feel a bit sweaty on his forehead.

Song Fuzhi’s gaze wandered, he nodded, and said he understood, a bit wanting to escape.

“I know you two are close, but also…”

Old Song was naturally shy and reserved, even in his old age, still like a fair-skinned scholar, not good at discussing these things.

He stopped halfway and found it hard to continue, coughing softly.

He looked at Song Fuzhi and smiled. “Your mom and I really didn’t understand you before.”

Song Fuzhi was a bit speechless.

If only Old Dad could see the sorry state of his son a few days ago, covered in bruises all over his body, he wouldn’t just be having a conversation with his own flesh and blood.

The cheap son sitting in the room is the one who needs guidance!

“But it’s good.”

Old Song smiled and patted Song Fuzhi’s shoulder, pressing down slightly. “It’s really good.”

Because it seemed like his son had found the person he was willing to entrust everything to.

The old couple didn’t chat for too long; after advising the two to eat well, they took their leave.

With things being disrupted like this, the unfinished business in the dressing room couldn’t be continued.

It was not a bad thing, though, as it gave them the opportunity to focus on completing the photoshoot.

The results seemed satisfactory to both of them. Professional help would be enlisted later for makeup and styling, and the background would be changed for a better effect.

A few days later, they invited Tongtong and Luoliuli, along with a photographer they often collaborated with—just a few close friends—to help them take their wedding photos.

The scene in the house was set up by themselves, and they had adjusted the fake fur and modified the clothes to fit better.

From start to finish, this cosplay required a lot of effort from both of them. On the day of the shoot, Song Fuzhi was a bit nervous.

“Why are you nervous?” Shi Zhang asked.

Song Fuzhi glanced at the photographer and set designer busy in the background and said, “There are quite a few people.”

In the previous cosplays, Song Fuzhi only had Luoliuli by her side.

“I’m not nervous,” Shi Zhang said. “Octopus Teacher is here.”

Shi Zhang took out the special tattoo stickers and handed them to Song Fuzhi, asking with a smile, “Didn’t you say you wanted to help me put these on?”

So, while others were preparing outside, Song Fuzhi took Shi Zhang to the bathroom, a place where only the two of them were present, and slowly applied the fiery red patterns to his body.

The person applying the stickers had some malicious intentions, and the one being stickered also didn’t mind, so the two of them spent quite a long time in the bathroom.

It wasn’t until Luoliuli impatiently knocked on the bathroom door, teasing them, “Are you two making babies in there?”

The next second, the two pushed the door open, looking neat and tidy, their expressions more serious than ever.

Tongtong looked at them and chuckled. “Stop pretending, you two. You don’t even need to apply lip makeup. Go check the mirror yourselves and see how red your lips are.”

“Really shameless,” Luoliuli teased them. “The two old uncles are really something.”

This pair of characters had strong tension from the beginning. They had conflicts and confrontations because they fell in love vividly, so the memories were indelible.

One scene involved the two characters in a battle, embracing and parting while facing each other with swords drawn, and fake blood had to be used.

The emotions were intense, and making the facial expressions authentic for an ordinary coworker was not an easy task.

Song Fuzhi, who had tried cosplays with less intense expressions before, felt a bit restrained with several people around. The poses seemed forced in the few shots taken, lacking an immersive feeling.

Song Fuzhi was not satisfied with herself, frowning as she looked at the camera.

She felt that her emotions were not in place, but she didn’t know how to change them.

“I actually think it’s already very good,” Luoliuli encouraged her. “It’s already amazing.”

Shi Zhang looked for a while, then took Song Fuzhi back to the center of the set.

“You care too much about the camera and the predetermined framing we discussed beforehand,” Shi Zhang said. “Don’t care about those, and don’t even look at the camera from the corner of your eye. Pretend those things don’t exist.”

Shi Zhang handed the sword to Song Fuzhi, holding his wrist, and sent it forward, applying considerable force to his fingertips.

Shi Zhang stared at Song Fuzhi up close, his voice low and hoarse as he commanded, “Just look at me.”

Song Fuzhi’s pupils shrank for a moment. Shi Zhang’s made-up face was so close, his fiery red eyes burning like fire, and his black hair was scattered disorderly.

The scent around him was entirely Shi Zhang’s.

Suddenly, the world was reduced to just the person in front of her. In this close gaze, Song Fuzhi saw the madness and ruthlessness in Shi Zhang’s eyes, and her emotions were instantly stirred up by him.

Shi Zhang’s fingers grazed Song Fuzhi’s earring, and the light-colored metal made a crisp sound, followed by a large palm suddenly clasping Song Fuzhi’s head from behind, and the thumb pressed firmly against his ear.

Song Fuzhi immediately responded; her gaze also changed, the tip of the sword against the opponent, her eyes fierce, a bit of a crazy and ruthless expression.

The photographer on the side captured the moment, Luoliuli stood far away quietly recording behind the scenes, and Song Fuzhi didn’t notice any of this.

Shi Zhang was a coser with strong infectious energy. When his emotions were in place, Song Fuzhi could follow suit.

“This shot is amazing.” The photographer sighed softly.

At this moment, Song Fuzhi seemed to have just awakened from a dream. He was currently pressing Shi Zhang against the wall, the two in a confrontational stance, flames soaring.

After finishing the shoot, the sharpness in the corners of Shi Zhang’s eyes instantly softened.

With Song Fuzhi holding Shi Zhang’s throat in his palm, he raised his eyebrows and smiled at Song Fuzhi. “You did exceptionally well.”

Song Fuzhi made a sound of acknowledgment and rushed to look at the photos. They were indeed different from the initial shots.

Song Fuzhi had never collaborated with others in cosplay before, but working with Shi Zhang felt incredibly smooth.

Whatever slight stiffness there was, Shi Zhang could silently resolve it. If the emotion wasn’t enough, he would guide it; if it went too far, he would help to rein it in.

In front of the camera, what angles to use, how the two should interact—Shi Zhang understood all of it.

Sometimes, Song Fuzhi didn’t even notice, but with a slight adjustment of his position, Shi Zhang could make it look perfect.

For characters with intimate actions, too much interaction could make it challenging to capture good shots. If it were a pair of cosers with a purely professional relationship cosplaying these characters, they would need to maintain a certain distance during physical contact, occasionally adjusting their positions.

They would be polite, and even in intimate poses, it would be just for a short while. After the shot, they would immediately break away and politely say, “Sorry if that was intrusive.”

But these two were different. They touched, embraced, held onto each other, pinched each other, held hands, made eye contact—all their actions were real and solid.

Their embraces were genuinely tight, with the long fingers leaving imprints on each other’s skin, showing real effort and emotion without any acting involved.

Even after the shoot, their positions remained unchanged. Their hands were still on each other’s waists, and their gazes remained fixed on each other, creating a natural atmosphere.

Since they started shooting, Luoliuli has been feeling sour. Even at this age, how could they be so affectionate? Old men really had thick skin; they completely ignored the presence of others.

Tongtong, being a bit younger, couldn’t contain her excitement at first, silently screaming and pulling on Luoliuli’s arm.

Real couple cosplay, everywhere and at every moment, was genuine. They should not overdo it!

But as time went on, Luoliuli and Tongtong became numb, displaying signs of exhaustion as if they had eaten too much.

Occasionally, they took out their phones to record some behind-the-scenes footage, seemingly packaging dog food. They weren’t sure who would have the privilege of enjoying it in the future.