After the white moonlight cuts the black

Jiang Pan took a lot of effort to sit here with the screenwriter.

From being blocked in the alley and beating him to running back to the hotel, he relied on his heart. When he let out his heart, Manager Jiang's arms and legs hurt, and his head hurt even more.

Yan Hui simply cleaned the wound on his forehead, and Meng Huaiming had two band-aids, which he scribbled on.

The riverside had to go upstairs, and only halfway through the stand, people fell to the ground.

Not to mention that Chu He won't be able to get up tomorrow, Jiang Pan himself might be too choked up after a night.

He clutched the bag of medicine tightly in his hand, and the plastic bag in his hand pinched out the soft wrinkles on the centenarian's face.

Yan Hui and Meng Huaiming exchanged eyes on the division of labor, Yan Hui took his medicine bag, picked out all the medicines and held them in his arms, and said to Jiang Pan, "I'll deliver the medicines, you guys talk slowly."

Meng Huaiming had just sat in the chief seat to speak not long ago, and he was considered a heretic among the screenwriters. He went to the celebrity room in the middle of the night and ended up being unpopular.

He went to deliver medicine to Chuhe, and Meng Huaiming was here to say something about the riverside. The sudden visitor interrupted their breakdown and unlit night conversation that could not continue.

Yan Hui used the card on the bank of the river to open Chu He's room, and the two lamps beside the bed were lit in the room.

The specifications of the rooms for celebrities are better than theirs, with more space and an extra balcony.

Yan Hui didn't turn on all the lights in a hurry, and the quilts and pillows on the two beds were gone, and there was a big ball of white nestled in the rattan chair on the balcony.

Yan Hui walked in, and heard a weak call: "...Jiang? Been away for a long time."

"Mr. Chu." He stopped at a not too far away, "Jiang Pan was injured on the road, and now he is with us."

The clear and lingering white light leaped onto the glass window after going through untold hardships from the street. Chu He pressed his abdomen and held the handrail several times to try to stand up, but failed.

"Thank you...you are?"

"The errand screenwriter of the director's team, Chen Jin."

"Chen Jin?" Chu He leaned forward: "Chen Bian, how is Jiang's injury?"

White light flashed across his blood-sapped face.

Chu He is no longer young.

He won't be able to eat this youth meal for a few years, and now he has to accept low-cost movies and TV series after he was once famous.

The ashtray on the balcony couldn't hold Chu He's discarded cigarette butt.

Yan Hui didn't like the smell of smoke, so she helped him clean up the small table, put down all the medicines, Chu He took them one by one, tore open the packaging bag and poured them directly into his mouth, including the brewed granules.

The particles are fine sand in an hourglass, and when Chu He swallowed it with his head up, dense lines bloomed at the corners of his eyes.

Yan Hui poured water for him, and the two silently performed pantomime.

After finishing the swallow ash, he turned around and left. He was a conscientious drug delivery worker, not interested in the downfall of the big star, nor did he pay attention to his old state after removing the powder.

When returning to the room, it happened that Jiang Pan was leaving, and the manager limped and leaned on the wall and disappeared into the elevator room at the corner.

Meng Huaiming didn't even change his sitting posture, and smiled and cursed a few words: "The bastard."

The group can always hear some gossip intentionally or unintentionally.

Unexpectedly, in order to get Chu Mingxing, An An lost all face and acted like a villain. The ancient way of punishing people was to send Chu He and his manager to the hospital.

Before the crew meeting, the actors held a small meeting in advance by taking advantage of the meal time, and had a seafood feast in winter. When the manager entered the room and saw the sashimi iceberg, he sneered.

There is a sunken pot under the seafood banquet table, which is used to place the unfinished ingredients and cook a pot of fresh porridge. Chu He didn't move a few chopsticks at all, drinking a new hot drink, just waiting for the porridge to weigh down his stomach.

As a result, he didn’t drink the porridge, so he ate noodles instead. He called Hankou’s spicy noodles to drive away the cold. After taking a bite, Manager Jiang almost turned the table off.

Jiang Pan ate two bowls by himself, his lips turned red from the spicy food, Chu He had a taste of it and couldn't stop coughing, and he still wanted to laugh at his manager's sausage mouth.

And it didn't take long to stop laughing.An An offered to charter a car to the conference building. Even if a normal driver drank a couple of drinks, he would not be able to drive the car in such a "cadence".

Jiang Pan couldn't even get out of the car by himself, Tong Shuize and an actress almost went to help the telephone pole, Chu He's face turned pale, and he left first.

The manager hurriedly bought hot milk tea from the self-service vending machine, thinking that it would be fine to warm Chu He's hands if he couldn't drink it.

This Mingxing Chu survived on a can of milk tea until after nine o'clock, and he only had a mouthful of noodles and a glass of fruit juice in his stomach all day.

Immediately afterwards was Tong Shuize's assistant, trembling as he walked, his head was black, and he called it flustered due to a cold, and he stepped on the ground and dragged Chu He down a dozen steps of the stairs.

The manager's side was more straightforward, and being held in the alley was nothing short of a beating.

If Jiang Pan hadn't practiced for two days, he would have to be on the social news tomorrow, and he might be accused of something.

If someone is beaten for no reason in the back alley of a bar, and he is suspected of being a manager of a celebrity, he can write four or five headlines in different ways.

Yan Hui also wanted to laugh when she heard this, it was all a stupid move.

Children are not interested in this set, which simply lowers the average level.

If this level of gossip is spread, no one will believe it. There is no reversal or routine. It is unbelievably childish.

"I don't even know who to laugh at." Meng Huaiming sat on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed, peeling off the wrapping paper of a lollipop.

Yan Hui was suddenly hooked by him knowingly. He didn't like the smell of cigarettes, but someone taught him to smoke.

Then came the sugar addiction, the two ate sugar relative to each other, and neither of them felt sleepy for a while.

"Isn't this An An from Junxi? This is how they count?"

"Junxi" gave Meng Huaiming the impression of a typical business group acting strangely.

It was included in the five alliances that broke Mr. Meng's fortunes in his previous life, and it was also included in the one that made a fortune when Meng Huaiming's business was on the verge of bankruptcy.

The boy sitting on the chair was surnamed Qin, a freak who stood out in the Gu-style competition, and Meng Huaiming didn't think he would like a vase with a lack of brain like An An.

"Junxi is not in charge of this route now, so it may not be the case below." Yan Hui said softly, orange-flavored candy balls wandering between his teeth and tongue.

Meng Huaiming held the candy stick between his fingers, exhaled like smoke, and Yan Hui responded to his temptation, "I don't know how Junxi's President Qin is, but those who helped him to the top, that is, his many colleagues now Among the second in command, there is a person surnamed Zhao, but the number of routes is not good enough."

But these were all Zhao Hao's methods in his early years.

No matter how low-level it is, the simpler and less technical it can sometimes produce miraculous effects.

Yan Hui had a general idea, but this involved too many personal grievances. Meng Huaiming said that he would not substitute personal grievances into the crew, but it was a vaccination for everyone.

People who have no taboos are actually very scary. Meng Huaiming still thinks that An An is a genius. Now it seems that it is too one-sided to describe him as a genius.

This is a bum who has grown into a man.

This circle is not the screenwriter's line of work, and there are systematic rules on top of it.

The powerful ones in the entertainment industry have reached the point where they compete with the rules, or are about to become the rules.

Some people want to take the risk and not play according to the rules of the circle. They will either drown without making a sound, or they will make some splashes.

Keeping one's own law and order is equivalent to being out of the game in Jiang Pan's mouth. Between balance and balance, imbalance is needed to maintain.

Meng Huaiming knew what Yan Hui had skipped on purpose, and he could tell something was wrong with a glass of "Zao Wulan Yin" on the wine table.

An An has no reason to be hostile to a small screenwriter who is not even an amateur, and she can roughly guess the reason after a little inquiring.

It's just that Meng Huaiming subconsciously doesn't want to think so deeply.

The hint Yan Hui gave was that Junxi may not have someone helping An'an, he was more like the result of jumping over the wall in a hurry, and he only dared to use unscrupulous means to a fallen star like Chu He.

It is not guaranteed that there will be an accident with props on the set tomorrow, the group performer will "accidentally injure" by mistake, or a bitter plan will be made.

Manager Jiang played too well with his connections, and instead exposed the safety of black artists themselves.

After Meng Huaiming ate the candy, he told Yan Hui to be careful, shoot the show as soon as it can be filmed, and don't involve yourself in it. Freelance screenwriters don't have five insurances and one gold.

As a reminder to the hanging thread, Yan Hui looked at him for a while, then nodded.

The night before the start-up passed quietly, as if everyone had slept soundly.

No one who gets up early is not in good spirits.

Director Sun yelled at people to carry the tribute table, candlesticks and fruits, and chose the direction facing the bridge in the school.

But after all, it is a public office, and it is not easy to put this matter in the school, so the red carpet and guest chairs for the opening ceremony were moved to the open space at the back door of the school to be expanded.

The middle school and high school were merged, and the two buildings were connected by a bridge. The sun rises late in winter, and when the main creators and department representatives go up to offer incense, the light red red plate will rise to the middle of the two buildings.

The design of this kind of teaching building is very old. When Yan Hui was studying, the school also had a double-building design. He watched the sun rising and setting every day, and the day went by like this.

He once wrote this scene in "Dear Man by the Window", and he also wanted to write it in "Rongchun".

Meng Huaiming patted the incense ash off his clothes and looked around. He didn't see Chu He and his manager, nor Wu Fei, nor did Tong Shuize and his assistant come.

Good guy, there is only one person in the leading cast.

The early ones were all journalists and representatives, who also went through a set of procedures for the press conference.

The progress was very slow, and Yan Hui still had time to get sick in the middle.

He still can't touch "Rongchun", Dr. Xu told him not to think about the ending, and set a new ending.

"Brother Chen!" Li Xi greeted her from a distance, standing beside her was a girl with a round hair, who was a staff member of the art team in the same room as her.

The two of them came early and were called to do chores. When they came back as the receptionist, Yan Hui swallowed the medicine she carried with her and waved to them. Li Xi pulled the girl and said, "Look, the handsome guy from the director team I'm talking about! Does her appearance break through the sky!"

The girl in the art group was about the same age as Li Xi, and greeted him shyly.

The start-up and press conference was overdue for two and a half hours, and it was almost time for dinner. Finally, the director checked the time and it was enough to take a group photo.

It was said that it was a group photo, but it was hard to see all the people. Yan Hui found a place to hide, and hid for another 10 to [-] minutes.

It wasn't until I went back that I realized that someone had a demon, but I didn't expect that the demon was Tong Shuize.

The group of actors and managers who were in trouble and brothers rushed to the scene before the photo was taken, and those who hadn't arrived just now hurriedly got together, only Tong Shuize was late.

Director Sun's face was not good-looking. On the first day, he paid attention to the right time, place and people, and it always made people feel uncomfortable.

They ate without taking pictures, and the field staff was busy moving things to the school, and even came to them to catch the strong men. As expected, the two girls were taken away, and each carried a box of mineral water, but no one came to look for Yanhui, because they all knew He is from Mengbian.

Yan Hui was not in the mood to enjoy the preferential treatment, so she followed suit.

Meng Huaiming's lunch boxes and shells were thrown into the trash can, and they only ate them here. During the period, they often listened to the odd jobs from various groups talking about their experiences, and almost all of them worked part-time on the crew's odds and ends.

The art group took care of the lighting, played boards with the screenwriters every day, and those who served the props drove over to send the actors, and later made a meal for the crew.

There are self-defeating human sufferings everywhere.

With the flow of water day by day, the food here has not had time to digest, and the first scene is ready.

According to Meng Huaiming's script, this scene is a small group portrait of Wen Liang and Zheng Cheng before graduation, including Zhou Bozhou, several female classmates and teachers.

The scene was filmed in the classroom, the actors were in place, and the stage manager held the board. Yan Hui heard Li Xi praying in a low voice: "It will go well, I will reward myself to go to the CP exhibition after the filming is successful..."

Feedback from all departments is complete.

The assistant director yelled out: "——You come and I go to the first scene of the first scene once, Action!"