After the white moonlight cuts the black

"——I can't tolerate him, so Director Sun doesn't have to worry about it."

Yan Hui turned her head, and Meng Huaiming appeared at the door at some point, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose and a white coat.

He had just finished the doctor's group performance, so he didn't even have time to change his clothes.

At the beginning of the year, it was difficult to find extras, and the price was high. It has always been possible to get the wool from the crew.

Meng Huaiming was still wondering why he was suddenly asked to fill in. It turned out that this was where another stage was set up.

If Li Xi hadn't run to find him, it would have been delayed for how long.

Meng Huaiming leaned over to pick up the scattered script, shook off the dust, and pinched it under his arm.

"Director Sun wants to act as a teacher on his behalf."

"Old Meng, what your student did broke the rules."

"What rules were broken? If the script was leaked, the glutinous rice balls and distiller's grains are not people outside the group. I also signed a non-disclosure agreement at the time. His blog didn't disclose any plot, but there were some..."

Meng Huaiming stood in front of Yan Hui, separating him from Director Sun, "From the copywriting of the marketing account, there are some insinuations, but we don't know whether he is telling the truth or not?"

"Isn't this your order?" Director Sun stood up abruptly, "Old Meng, we have been friends for so many years, if you make trouble like this, then we will have nothing to do with each other."

"How come?" Meng Huaiming pushed the frame and handed the script to Director Sun politely, "Didn't I hope our movie would be a hit?"

Director Sun stared at Meng Huaiming intently, finally looked away, and waved his hand: "This script is no longer usable, you can bring me another copy you printed earlier."

Throw the script into the glove box without any hassle.

He gave a "tsk" and mocked: "My grandson has a small plate, and I can't even provoke an Internet writer, but if you know this lady who has seen the wrong way, please tell her, such a shame. Sensibility is playing with fire, if I let her go this time, maybe she will be the one to boil the pot next time."

Li Xi, who was standing by the door, rolled his eyes secretly. The director didn't even know whether the glutinous rice balls were male or female.

But after thinking about it, Chen Jinxian revealed the truth to himself, isn't he afraid that she will expose the real identity of the glutinous rice balls and distiller's grains?

The three of them left the small room, and Li Xi was not blind. Knowing that they wanted to talk alone, he excused himself to print out the script and left.

Meng Huaiming agreed and said, "You are very smart."

Li Xi was in a daze until he stood in front of the printer.

What Meng Huaiming meant was not to praise her for being smart, but for her knowledge of current affairs.

If she sold Chen Jin to please the director, the situation has already happened so far, and further investigation will only add fuel to the fire.

At that time, the glutinous rice balls and distiller's grains will use her power to expose the shady scenes of the crew, and she will be a matchmaker for others, and will be the fake "uninformed person".

Not only did he end up with a bad reputation for his poor tongue, but also for such an ugly appearance of seeking glory in disguise, it would be difficult to get involved in this industry in the future.

Li Xi broke out in a cold sweat holding the printed manuscript. She didn't think about it so much at all, she felt that the script couldn't be changed like this, and changing the perspective was the bottom line.

Although they are brothers, after all, the original work is there, so what's the matter if it's dismantled in disguise.

In the final analysis, it’s not for acting, it’s just seeing this piece of fat is hot, and I just want to share it, I eat it as soon as I eat it, and I have to spit it out later, as if someone had a knife on their neck and had to condescend to taste it taste.

The little girl had just recovered from the film, when Meng Huaiming was still wearing his white coat, and went directly to the rooftop with Yan Hui.

This scene will be activated in a few days. Due to the weather, the equipment has not been moved up, so there are not many people now.

Meng Huaiming didn't mention that blog post, and he didn't want to blame him for making his own decisions. After all, it's a done deal, and no matter how much he cares about it, it won't help.

He stretched out his hand and wiped Yan Hui's cheek with his thumb, lowered his eyes and said, "It was cut."

The wind on the roof was quite strong and it was very cold, but this was the only clean place on the set that I could find.

Yan Hui couldn't go to the rooftop, he knew it in his heart, but he vaguely expected it.

These two forces saw each other repeatedly, urging him to go up quickly while telling him to stop quickly.

Yan Hui was so confused that she was led by Meng Huaiming.

The chaotic auditory hallucinations lingered in the ears, the width of the field of vision changed, until he felt the warmth of his cheeks, Yan Hui woke up like a dream: "What opening?"

There was pain in Meng Huaiming's eyes, as if the wound cut by the cut sheet of paper did not appear on Yan Hui's face, but scratched in his heart.

"Go back and get some medicine for you." Meng Huaiming pinched Yan Hui's face and pulled him to the other side of the rooftop.

There are paved camera tracks and many apple boxes that need to be moved wherever they need to be, which is far more crowded than the entrance side.

Meng Huaiming put Yan Hui under the shadow cast by his backlight. Behind Yan Hui was the stairs, and in front of him was no longer the tempting rooftop.

Yan Hui looked up in doubt, Meng Huaiming smiled and said, "I'm afraid of heights."

He is not afraid of heights, this is just a poor excuse, Yan Hui pinched his palm, "Well, I forgot."

"...You don't need to keep your head down." Meng Huaiming noticed his small movements, "Maybe someone will scold you tomorrow."

"So what?" Yan Hui shook her head: "I don't care about those."

Meng Huaiming blocked out the sneaky style.

"It really hurts me to death..."

Meng Huaiming pressed the back of Yan Hui's head and applied a little force, which was almost an intimate embrace.

Meng Huaiming didn't explain, but just kept saying that it made me feel so uncomfortable.

Yan Hui's pain seemed to be transferred to him, the more numb Yan Hui was, the more painful it was for him. It's a good thing for a person to be indifferent to fame and wealth, but if he has no desires and desires, either he wants to become a fairy, or he wants to die.

When he noticed Yan Hui's expression looking at the gray world behind the fence on the roof, he felt as if someone stabbed him in the chest with a blunt knife, but all the bones, organs and blood vessels were blocking the way.

Yan Hui leaned her forehead into the hollow of his shoulder, and whispered, "I just think the behind-the-scenes elements of this movie are too complicated, and it's not worth it. I won't stop you whatever you want."

"But this is not a good time. You have to get out of this industry in a good way, and not act in advance because of this "You Come and I Go"."

Yan Hui recalled their previous conversation and the slap in the face, and added: "I didn't ignore my novel, and I'm glad I can still manage it now, but if it's destined to get out of control, then I can only treat it as my own. A clone of 'The Child'."

"He tried his best with glutinous rice balls and wine lees, and now I appear here as Chen Jin. You said before, under what circumstances can the screenwriter give up fighting for the script, either the crew is poor and poor, or everyone wants Add a sentence."

"I was wrong." Meng Huaiming interrupted him suddenly.

"That's not the case." He closed his eyes, "A screenwriter should never have the idea of ​​giving up the script at any time."

"Giving up means resigning to fate, means that the story is good or bad is no longer important, what I taught you before is wrong..."

"When did it start... I also ended the script at will because of too much outside influence?"

Start by boasting that you know the rules.

This wild beast finally swallowed him invisible.

So Qiao He said, I have nothing more to tell you.

He learned to dance with the rules, but forgot his original intention. When he entered the industry, screenwriter Qiao sighed: If you can improve the salary of screenwriters, it will be good for them to have a bit of status and not be influenced.

If things go on like this, after sharpening one's vigor, flattening edges and corners, and not being able to escape, one can only perfunctory.

There are many ways to give up the script, writing illogical plots, non-essential lines, and even basic conflicts, simply taking money and leaving, paired with actors with a casual mentality, it is easy to make a bad drama thing.

Yan Hui was stunned, and relaxed his body. He relied on Meng Huaiming, as if he had provided a reliance.

Wu Fei hurried to the crew and discussed with the director behind closed doors. Meng Huaiming came down from the rooftop and could hear their argument as he passed the director's door.

Wu Fei has never encountered such emergencies since he started his career.

The crew was dishonest from group performances to screenwriters to actors, and now even the authors who were absolutely excluded were involved, and it was a pot of muddy soup.

Director Sun exchanged a few words with him, and left him to go to the scene.

Tong Shuize finished filming today, and the crew bought him bouquets and cakes.

His sharp-tongued assistant fell ill and had a worsening cold, so he was hospitalized. Tong Shuize temporarily changed to a crew assistant, just to take care of daily life and travel. Many places were inconvenient, but he was still optimistic every day.

Tong Shuize was almost cheated, and he probably hasn't realized it yet, but it is also a different kind of happiness.

He was scolded a lot in the crew because of his acting skills, and he didn't leave even after the filming was over, staying on the crew at his own expense.

When Yan Hui learned of Tong Shuize's identity, he looked away. His benefactor was his own uncle, and he gave him a hand. In fact, he just let Tong Shuize come out to play, and if he messed up, he would go back without worrying about where to go.

This extra idler quickly got along with the crew, but Yan Hui didn't get in touch with him much.

It is normal to offend the director with the front foot, but it is normal for the rear foot to be fixed. Because of Meng Huaiming's face, although Yan Hui was not embarrassed too much, she still had to continue to "rent" to a costume crew next door to change the lines.

There was a shortage of directors for the crew next door, and Director Sun was robbed. Others didn't know it, and it spread in the circle early in the morning, so the director was willing to sell Director Sun's favor.

Originally, the other party rented a few of them, and Yan Hui helped several times, but now it has become a long-term lease.

After Yan Hui came over, the script didn't change much, and she only made notes for free group performances.

There are many ancient costume dramas here. Yan Hui has performed "Pushing the Street" several times in the past, and these days he has "resurrected" several times. He goes back to the hotel every day in disgrace, and holds Meng Huaiming down when he goes back, so as not to let him act rashly.

It's really not a big deal, but after a few falls and bites of soil, in fact, the treatment of the crew over there is not bad, and the food is indeed better than that of "You Come and Me Go".

The shooting of the rooftop scene started on a gloomy morning, and the main scene was Wen Liang persuaded a child who was bullied at school to jump off the building.

The emotional ups and downs of the lines made it difficult for both actors to enter the play.

The young actor who played the student who jumped off the building was only 15 years old. The assistant director first told him about the play.

The wind on the roof was stronger than before, and Wen Liang's blue-and-white striped hospital gown was blown up, making him thinner and paler as he swayed.

At this time, Wen Liang had already learned that he was terminally ill, and when he turned his head, he heard his little sick friend climbing up the roof. The child was like a mirror of his past, but lost his way.

Shiqiao agreed that Wen Liang said that he would aim to be a career on the podium. He was fortunate to have Zheng Cheng to accompany him in his difficulties. happen around.

An An couldn't find the feeling several times. The director was angry, and the actor himself also lost his temper.

"Ca—!" the assistant director shouted, "No! It doesn't feel right, Brother Meng, go and tell him!"

Meng Huaiming walked up to An An.

"Experience school, expression school, method school, you use your method to explain this paragraph."

An An was silent for a while, and said, "I was born in singing, but I'm not good at acting."

Meng Huaiming was not surprised by his directness, "Well, then let me ask you, are you at the concert or the crew? Acting is your stepping stone, not your face."

An'an was unhappy, and his temper was also aggressive: "Meng Huaiming, don't be sarcastic about me, come to stand out for your little lover, and use another method."

With swords in An An's eyes, she squeezed out a glamorous and frivolous smile: "You want to teach me acting skills? How dare you use such a high-sounding reason?"

"Impressive." Meng Huaiming repeated, "Do you think acting skills are unnecessary?"

"You are in the crew now, and your acting skills are your capital. Since you want to act, you are an actor."

"Your unprofessional background is not the motivation for you to redouble your cultivation, but it has become an excuse for your poor acting skills?"

Meng Huaiming narrowed his eyes, "Or, besides playing tricks, you have no intention of acting at all?"

"It's not your turn to teach me." An'an raised her head, with an evil spirit lingering between her brows.

"You think I'm taking revenge on you?" Meng Huaiming smiled: "Is there a part of what I said that is biased?"

"Director Sun is protecting you, and the director team dare not do anything to you. How much do you think you are better than Tong Shuize?" Meng Huaiming shook the script in front of An An, "How many times have you read it?"

"I didn't watch it once." An An became angrier, but her smile deepened: "I don't watch this kind of ambiguous and gay stuff, Meng Bian, don't you find it disgusting to change this kind of stuff?"

"Or, are you a member of this place?"

An An's calculations failed several times at Meng Huaiming's place. Before, he hid behind his back, and others used him as a target. Now that the movie is halfway through, Meng Huaiming still thought he would shrink back to the end, but it turned out to be a thorn in his side.

"Bian Meng, don't question me in a hurry, I still want to ask you, why did Yan Hui appear here?"

An An lowered her voice and flipped through the script in her hand, "But it doesn't matter, a lost dog will wag its tail if anyone gives it a piece of meat."

tear-

He actually tore open the script with bare hands in front of Meng Huaiming!

"Mr. Meng, watch your little screenwriter."

An An glanced at a black BMW that was slowly backing up under the roof.

"The master is coming."