After the white moonlight cuts the black

When Plan B was activated, the field workers were so busy that they were crazy, and no one who could be called was idle.

The director requested that the flower gallery be remodeled before sunset, and it only took a few hours in total.

The producer of Life brought hundreds of boxes of cold medicine into the group, and collided with the art group carrying flowers and vines. The scene was extremely chaotic, and the coordinator and part-time performances exploded in minutes.

Li Xi was dazed in the crowd, taking care of all the chores she was supposed to be doing. When she turned around, she heard Meng Huaiming call her name loudly. Li Xi was startled and ran to the discussion room on the first floor.

Meng Huaiming and Yan Hui each took the script and changed the script temporarily.

Li Xi looked around but didn't see Wu Fei, Meng Huaiming saw her doubts, "Don't call him, he will follow up with the progress at the hotel."

"Hotel? He hasn't even seen the set here."

"You don't have to worry about it, just read the script, the rain is gone, you have to find something to replace it."

It is not uncommon to go to a hotel with a group of screenwriters to change the script, and it can even be called a common occurrence.

After all, under normal circumstances, the final layout of the scene is still directed by the director. The role of the screenwriter is at most to change the lines and reduce the number of people appearing in the scene.

Most of the time, the director and the star can decide how to deal with it themselves. A sudden scene change like this one is considered a big change for the screenwriter.

Director Sun asked the assistant director to contact Wu Fei. The assistant director couldn't handle the matter at hand, and asked the producer who had a good relationship. Two big.

Wu Fei couldn't wait for a reply from the studio for a long time, so he simply ignored the script, switched to a mobile phone, explained everything to his people, and continued to eat hot pot after making sure it was correct.

There were three screenwriters in the studio, and everyone had an equal share of the outdoor scene, and there were so many group portraits, there was nothing to grab, and it was not the focus of his performance.

Meng Huaiming decided on a script for the script, and the three of them split up and took new scripts to teach the actors.

Yan Hui and Chu He got acquainted last night, and he was in charge of telling Chu He that before An An's makeup was done, Li Xi went to the dressing room to look for it.

Meng Huaiming called the group performers and explained the changes to them, and saw Jiang Hua as expected.

When he had nothing to do, he basically gave Jiang Hua leave, and contacted Xiao Hu when he was on the set.

Assistant Jiang had a dream of being an actor, but she still performed in groups for a few years. At most, she only acted in a note and read a dozen lines, and was killed by her own people in the end.

This time, Assistant Jiang played the role of the school bully's brother's underling by virtue of his "unlike a good guy" quality, and was responsible for besieging Wen Liang, and then was beaten by Zheng Cheng.

After Meng Huaiming finished explaining to this group of people, they began to discuss freely, but they didn't bring Jiang Hua along.

Could it be that Comrade Jiang Xiao was isolated in the group performance?Meng Huaiming was careful, but I heard that he is usually popular.

Although Jiang Hua has a straightforward personality, fortunately, he does not fight or grab, and it is unlikely that he will completely offend someone to death.

Meng Huaiming pretended to be chatting casually, walked up to Jiang Hua, and said casually, "I won't take you to play."

Jiang Huahe acted as if he didn't know him: "Not familiar with him."

Most of the group performers who went out on location were in groups. Meng Huaiming thought that he did not owe Jiang Hua's wages, so why would he do this kind of work alone, so he joked: "Not with your fellow villagers and partners?"

"It was originally one." Jiang Huazheng'er replied: "I made up for the temporary replacement."

Meng Huaiming fiddled with his smoking cessation candy in his hand: "Well, I thought they were all from the local area, so I met them face to face anyway."

"They're all new faces." Jiang Hua looked at the extras who were discussing the plot intensely, "No one has seen them before."

Meng Huaiming knew there was a ghost, so he didn't say any more, his eyes turned around on the group performers, and then moved away again.

When Yan Hui came over, Meng Huaiming felt that he had been teaching Chu He the play for too long, so he asked one more question, but never thought that he had just told An An the new script.

It turned out that Li Xi was not satisfied with what An An said. The brain circuits of the two were completely different. An An's crew assistant scolded Li Xi severely and asked her to find someone else to talk about it.

So the one who went was Yanhui.

"It's okay." Meng Huaiming asked worriedly, only to see An An coming out of the dressing room. Even the thick foundation couldn't hide his gloom.

Yan Hui just laughed: "No, I didn't do anything to him."

"What the hell is this person..."

Yan Hui refused to show her cards: "It's inconvenient to reveal my personal vendetta to the teacher now."

...it does not appear to be unaffected.

He used "resentment".

Meng Huaiming felt that it was necessary to raise the investigation against An'an to another level.

At this moment, the field of vision suddenly brightened, and many people present covered their eyes with their hands.

The sun sets.

"Hey..." Director Sun sighed in a low voice: "My good guy, if this scene can be shot well, how much money will I make for post-production special effects?"

The flower gallery in the open space of the teaching building is completely immersed in the sunset. The corridor is like a half ring in molten iron. The flowers wrapped around by the crew are dyed and glowing, and the blossoms seem to melt into gold.

"Hurry up, everyone, let's demonstrate first! The thugs are in place, Wen Liang and Zheng Cheng are in place!"

An An approached the flower gallery with her schoolbag on her back. His face flickered between the numerous flower shadows and the golden sunset, and his makeup could hardly conceal his allure.

The thugs came forward in groups from the other side, and the lines followed.

Wen Liang's schoolbag was thrown away with a "bang", and he was pressed against the white tile pillars of the flower gallery. The scene stopped and the camera began to close up.

"stop!"

Meng Huaiming suddenly shouted to stop, even Director Sun was taken aback.

"Old Meng! What are you doing!"

Meng Huaiming smiled: "It is written in the script that seven or eight people will make trouble, why are there not enough people now?"

"Is there any difference between the number of people and the number of people?"

"Of course." Meng Huaiming said as he took off his windbreaker, "Wen Liang provoked gangsters because he was protecting his female classmates, which shows that he has certain skills. When Zheng Cheng came to see him, he was injured, even on his finger bone. It shows that he, too, resisted."

"What phalanx?" Director Sun didn't remember this detail, and in fact even the original book didn't describe it in detail, this paragraph was purely made up by Meng Huaiming.

He messed up his hair and unbuttoned his collar. Director Sun was surprised: "What are you doing?"

"Isn't group performances not enough, I'll fill up the number."

Just as he was talking, Yan Hui also took off the glasses and handed them to Li Xi, who walked up to Meng Huaiming, "Mr. Meng, why didn't you bring me along for this kind of thing?"

Yan Hui was able to ascertain Meng Huaiming's intentions, and before Meng Huaiming could refute, he said: "The injury of the phalanx is included in the scope of consideration. The original author should think this is very good, and he will be very happy."

Meng Huaiming raised his eyebrows and hesitated for a moment: "Be careful."

It's not uncommon for the screenwriter to appear in a group performance in person, but even Meng Huaiming appeared, and the knowledgeable members of the crew expressed their surprise and came to watch with great interest.

Li Xi's jaw almost dropped to the ground when he saw the pair of master and apprentice become hooligans manually.

As the plot continued, Zheng Cheng, played by Chu He, came into the camera and knocked down Comrade Jiang Hua with a punch.

The presentation emphasized familiarity with the direction and tried to maintain a smooth flow. As for the sub-shots, they would be filmed later, and Chu He got into a ball with those people in an instant.

Jiang Hua suddenly got up and grabbed Meng Huaiming.

"No! It's overtime, they should fall!"

Meng Huaiming immediately pushed away the two people in front of him, raised his fist, and seemed to attack Chu He, but he only made a feint.

Chu He seemed to be injured, he held his arm and took two steps back, and An An was right behind him.

Seeing this, Yan Hui suddenly rushed up to grab An An, dragged him and ran out of the corridor.

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

"Stop! Stop! What's going on!"

The assistant director used a loudspeaker to force a stop, but the group of people didn't stop. Meng Huaiming paused, was kicked from behind, and jumped forward a few steps.

He reacted quickly, blocked the opponent's uppercut, and was swept elbow again.

Meng Huaiming couldn't stand still for a while, and passed by wiping the flower stand with his face profiled.

The petals of the branches and leaves trembled, and the petals that replaced the rain fell one after another.

"Huaiming!"

Meng Huaiming licked the blood from the corner of his lips, thinking it was worth it.

The paddock poured into the flower gallery, the assistant director cursed, Jiang Pan hurriedly supported Chu He, cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "...This is impossible, I asked the extras to find out..."

Yan Hui dragged An An out of the camera, the flower corridor was suddenly crowded with people, and he couldn't see what was going on, and was about to rush back when his wrist suddenly felt a pain.

An An pinched his wrist with her fingernails, and said in a dark voice: "Yanhui, I told you, don't think about it. Don't think about the people around you either!"

Yan Hui's gaze moved up from his wrist, and he took half a step forward, meeting An An's eyes.

He lowered his voice and smiled inexplicably: "Your former master told me a truth, one life for one life is a loss-making business."

Yan Hui pressed An'an's water ghost-like five fingers with the other hand.

"I don't have so many lives to ask you one by one, because of his words and those slaps, I didn't stab you to death at that time..."

Yan Hui heard someone in the flower gallery calling for bandages and iodophor, and he broke An An's hand abruptly like tearing skin and flesh: "But if there is one more person, I will earn..."

An An's pupils closed suddenly, and he gritted his teeth for a long time and spit out two words: "Crazy."

An An refused to let go of him, as if wanting to pinch his wrist, Yan Hui couldn't feel anything, he accepted this description: "I haven't paid for Yan Ran's debt, if you get impatient, I won't Mind to solve it quickly."

"Solution?" An'an's face twisted, and her hands were in burning pain.

"With you? Apart from fighting me hard, what other skills do you have? What kind of bastard are you for warming people's beds and redressing their grievances?"

He distanced the two of them.

Something happened to the flower corridor, the sun set in the western sky, and the open space fell into deeper shadows after experiencing the extreme splendor. The filming could not continue, and the various groups packed up the scene.

Meng Huaiming's face was cut several times by the flower vine.

He asked Jiang Hua to find someone to watch those group performers.

Dao Sun had lingering fears, but luckily the fans were not allowed in the exterior scene, otherwise, once the rumors spread out, I don't know what will happen.

They couldn't stand the trial, and the group performers blatantly attacked the star. If this news leaked out, it would be the end of it!

The director gave an order to keep his mouth shut, and the leaders of each group pulled the group together. They only said that they did not notice the newly changed environmental factors during the filming of the fight scene. Business as usual.

Chu He twisted his arms over there, and the fellow actors all came to actively care.

The manager took Chu He back to the hotel with a dark face. They didn't even dare to ask for the driver, Jiang Pan drove the car himself.

Meng Huaiming bleeds, but fortunately, the wound is not deep, only the shoulder was hit too hard, they have been sitting for a long time and tap the keyboard, there are more or less problems with the shoulder and cervical spine.

Emergency treatment was given to him at the scene, and they all advised him to go back to the hotel to rest quickly, for fear that something would happen again if he stayed at the scene.

Before leaving, Director Sun regarded him as his own father. It was not until Meng Huaiming explained that there would be no accidents. Then Director Sun was relieved and asked Yan Hui to take good care of his teacher.

Meng Huaiming covered half of his face with alcohol cotton, blood was stained between his fingers, Yan Hui went into the room and dug out all the medical tools Meng Huaiming bought a few days ago.

He took off his down jacket, brushed his hair behind his ears, and stood by the table to remove cotton swabs.

A hand rests lightly on the back of Yan Hui's.

Standing behind him, Meng Huaiming breathed lightly on the collar of the swallow gray sweater, like a lightly falling feather.

The place where he held the lower half of Yanhui's wrist, and above that, there were red scratches on the broken skin and gaps made by his nails.

The arm trembling in the palm was almost visible to the naked eye, but Yan Hui's expression was as usual, as if his spirit and body had gone off the rails.

Meng Huaiming held him in this position, pushed him down and sat on the chair, took a cotton swab and dipped it in the prepared alcohol, and cleaned his wound.

Yan Hui stared at him blankly, not even wanting to stir his eyelids, the pain in the back of his hand was numb at the end of the nerve.

After the alcohol was cleaned up, Meng Huaiming even blew on him.

Children only blow it out of fear of pain.

Yan Hui wanted to make fun of him, but for some reason, the feeling that human beings can't get used to and will never get used to it revived after being blown by him like this.

...it really hurts.

At this moment, Meng Huaiming's cell phone vibrated, it was a voice request from the assistant director.

He could hear the assistant director trying his best to mobilize an optimistic tone, and he said, "Brother Meng, the Chinese New Year is almost here, and the director will give you a few days off."