True Star (巨星) [DROPPED]

Vol 2 Ch 35: Garden Scene (2) (M)

NOTE:

This translation belongs to the translators and proofreaders of Giraffe Corps.

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Movie: Satan’s alley

Scene 58, evening, England ball garden, outdoor shoot, passionate drama (2)

When making a movie, actors always need to get into the role, how to distinguish between their own reality and the film’s own, this line is vague and difficult to find.

Some actors with some experience can always tell themselves to distinguish between movies and reality, but often fall into the atmosphere and plot created by the film, whether experienced or inexperienced, it is difficult to extricate themselves.

Who can see through, who can walk out, and who are deeply trapped in it?

Gino was discovered by scouts in high school causing him to enter the Hollywood entertainment trap with an unexpected start. Since he has a good family background in the beginning he only occasionally showed his face in some TV dramas and small productions.

Acting was not a serious affair for him, and in his view, it was more like an interest, a hobby, a method of God
proving himself. He could make different friends in his acting life, let his family know that he could be a big star even through acting, and receive the love and adulation of the masses. Not once did it make him really think about what acting meant to him, and that a movie could shock his mind.

Except, out of countless times, this time, is the first time, it might even be the last time, the only time.

Lighting, audio, photographers, directors and other staff seemed to become more and more transparent. When he slowly opened his eyes, Gino’s world only contained the man in front of him, the com–plete–ly-nak–ed monk , but also Tang Feng?

All of a sudden, he couldn’t tell exactly where he was, whether he was in the 19th century movie or the modern society of the 21st century.

Is the man in front of me a monk from the east, or is it an equally mysterious actor, Tang Feng?

Even in a trance, Gino felt that the man in front of him reminded him of Fiennes, the man of the same oriental ancestry.

At this moment, in front of the com–plete–ly–nak–ed man standing in front of him, it felt rather surreal as though he was stuck in a dream, which would shatter into slivers with the gentlest touch.

As if he wanted to speak yet was too nervous to, Gino reached out towards the man, his fingertips touching the smooth and elastic skin. The warm heat from Tang Feng’s shoulder told him that this is indeed reality.

Movie?

Dream?

Reality?

None of these mattered anymore……
Gino, or maybe it was Chris, opened his arms to bring the man in front of him into his arms. They quickly kissed, kisses mixed with heavy feelings, often carrying a bitter taste, but at the same time, exciting to the point that people cannot stand it.

Tang Feng ripped at Gino’s clothes, Gino did not know whether the other side was playing the monk or himself, but he was determined not to think about this question for the time being.

“Mm—” Tang Feng wrinkled his eyebrows slightly, half of it was acting, and half of it was because it really was tingly.

The ‘Chris’ played by Gino knelt in front of Tang Feng, his hands holding the man’s waist while kissing his belly, the waves of sensations brought about by touching the sensitive area began to coat the surface of his skin with a thin sweat, reflecting like the sheen of a layer of delicate pearl powder under the soft light.