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When the crew finished work, they didn't cheer like before, instead, the whole set was shrouded in an indescribable atmosphere, and even the movements of everyone slowed down a bit, as if they were reluctant to call it quits.

As usual, Guo Zisong repeatedly watched the contents of today's shooting on the monitor several times, but he kept silent.After a while, he put on his sunglasses and leaned back in the chair, neither making a sound nor moving, not knowing what he was doing there.

The screenwriter walked all the way and was still sketching in the notebook. She handed the script to Guo Zisong, and was about to speak when she saw his red eye circles that were not covered by the sunglasses.

Yes, filming is coming to an end, and everyone is reluctant to part with it.

Although the filming process was full of hardships, because it is a Chinese-foreign cooperative team, almost every day there are various problems that make people feel anxious and scalp numb, but when the end is really near, I feel that the time has passed too much It's too fast.

The more you invest, the deeper you sink, not only the actors, but also the staff.Even though he knew the result from the beginning, when Gu Anjin really lay down on the cold floor and closed his eyes, the suffocation and powerlessness spread from the eyes to the whole body in an instant.

Guo Zisong opened the script and looked at it, and the few ideas he added were similar to what he expected.

"Good."

After getting the director's response, the screenwriter still stood still, and then whispered after a while: "It's just a pity... many people can't see it."

Guo Zisong paused when he turned the page.

She realized that she might have said something wrong, and hurriedly added another sentence: "Actually, this is not important. Everyone's cooperation is becoming more and more harmonious, and there is always reward for what you give."

"Hmm." Guo Zisong's voice seemed to come from as far away as the sky at first, and then returned to reality, "The ideas are all good, but I think the final ending is still the same as the first draft, Fang Qinglan continues to live."

"Sometimes living is more difficult than dying, and death is not necessarily the best ending for a tragedy. And for Fang Qinglan, dying for love is a complete cowardice and retreat."

Fang Qinglan never bowed her head in her life, and she was unwilling to forget and give up this relationship in her whole life. Even until she saw Gu Anjin's body with her own eyes, she would rather believe that she was just asleep.

So Fang Qinglan will survive.Knowing that there will be no more results, but wanting to do it knowing that it cannot be done, this kind of personal experience of the disappearance of life and wishes is another kind of death, like Ling Chi, which is much more sad than directly dying for love.

Guo Zisong stayed in the studio for a long time with a few photographers, and refused to leave in the middle of the night.Probably because of today's scene, everyone is emotional, let's not leave, it's almost over, and it's good to get together and drink a little wine.

Drinking late at night is the most intoxicating.Once drunk, all the things that should be said and should not be said on weekdays will come out.

"Tell me, did I still say that Xie Yuanyi and Qiao Qiao's acting skills are really good, or that this story is so cruel! Really, I also cried when Fang Qinglan hugged Gu Anjin and cried."

"Aren't they all in heat? What's wrong with homosexuality? Until now, it's not much better than that time. Our team relies on love to generate electricity. After the filming is completed, it will probably be over."

Guo Zisong threw the can, and sneered: "I've already shot it, so there's no reason why it shouldn't be screened."

"Yes, yes, if you drink another bottle, you will become an international director in no time."

Guo Zisong was in a daze for a moment, thought of something, smiled casually, and sure enough opened another bottle.

Compared with the alcohol-smelling studio, the world of the two in the hotel was much more refreshing. The two who had just finished blowing their hair smelled like milk.

Qiao Qiao unplugged the hair dryer, folded it up and put it in the shape of a microphone and placed it in front of Xie Yuanyi: "Ms. Fang Qinglan, how do you plan to live without Gu Anjin?"

"Live with a smile."

Qiao Qiao almost failed: "Be serious!"

Xie Yuanyi smiled helplessly: "Miss Gu Anjin wants Fang Qinglan to eat box lunch with you, doesn't she? Be careful that she has a big appetite and even you eat it."

Qiao Qiao quickly shielded herself and hid back, looked at Xie Yuanyi with disappointment in her eyes, and said sadly: "You are no longer my goddess!"

That's right, the indifferent and pure Xie Yuanyi has become an old driver who can get on the highway anytime and anywhere!

Xie Yuanyi lay down on the bed indifferently: "I am not your goddess."

The pinch of hair on Qiao Qiao's head exploded in an instant.What does she mean?It's not her goddess, is it someone else's? !

"It's okay to think of me as a goddess before you met me, but now, I hope you can correct this thinking and treat me as your old gong."

Qiao Qiao: "..." The little fried hair on the top of her head softened with spinelessness.

Anyway, no matter what, she can't be said.

Xie Yuanyi lifted the quilt and got in, and then went to ask Qiao Qiao: "Go to bed early, I have to do an interview after filming the night scene tomorrow."

Qiao Qiao hurriedly got into the bed, and fell into the warm arms: "Many media say that I am cold, but I am really afraid of interviews."

"It's just you asking me to answer. Professionals must be sincere, and those involving private life, how true or false depends on the individual."

Qiao Qiao snapped her fingers seriously: "Let's say it's [-]% true. For example, if you ask where we first met, then answer truthfully on the set. If you ask who fell in love with each other first, it's you!"

Xie Yuanyi tapped her forehead lightly: "Well, I really like this confession before going to bed."

Qiao Qiao blushed secretly: "Not serious."

"Then you have to work harder, and I will be your old and dishonest person in the future."

Qiao Qiao shrank into her arms and hid the corners of Lao Gao's pouty mouth: "Okay, okay, good night, I will be old and not serious in the future."

The lights were turned off, and the room was shrouded in darkness, so quiet that it seemed to be carried away to dreamland by the moon.But in the studio, the lights were brightly lit, and the group of people was so noisy that they didn't even have the strength to go back to the hotel, so they just spent the night in the studio together.

Guo Zisong drank another bottle and became a bragging drunk: "Who said that TV dramas can't direct movies? Who said that domestic movies can't be good and can't be on stage? I'm going to stand up and make money today!"

"Hey, it's good that you can stand up now."

Everyone laughed.

The filmmaker also followed Shale, and held up a short clip that had just been edited to show him: "Then I'm afraid you were thrown stupid by the audience's blade as soon as you stood up."

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