After the white moonlight cuts the black

The scene where An An shouted on the rooftop was repeatedly NG, and the overall progress of the crew was delayed.

The taste of the new year melts in the season of shaking hands and making peace in winter and spring.

Since Zhao Hao came to visit the crew once, he never appeared again.

It was rumored that something happened to the helm of the Qin family, and the headquarters urgently recalled the second-in-commands.

Meng Huaiming's old man sent a message that the white-haired little devil is going to clear up the "elders" behind his family, that is, the alternate group who stood out from the siege but failed to finally take power. The oldest is 73, and the youngest is [-]. .

The assistant sent by Mr. Meng to Meng Huaiming shouted "Gods fight", and told the Meng family to wait and see.

But I'm afraid it's not far away from standing in line, and by the way, it indirectly hints at Meng Huaiming's return.

Reuters of "You Come, Me Go" spread on the Internet.

In the comment area, Chu He was still the focus of the topic.

Some scolded him for always pretending to be young and shameless, slandered his old background, said he was exhausted, and of course defended Brother Chu, and the number of replies in the comments could exceed a hundred.

A while ago, Chu He was suspected of having an affair with a married actress unilaterally.

The husband of the actress is originally a big name in the industry, and he dared to marry in a high-profile way at a young age. The couple has always been hailed as a model of love. Recently, a Chinese-foreign cooperative movie has captured the hearts of a large number of new-generation netizens.

As for Chu He, who already had an unclear reputation, and later because of inappropriate words in a variety show, he was listed in the trending search three times with different keywords.

Meng Huaiming knew at a glance that someone was deliberately dragging Chu He down.

After all, a variety show is not a live broadcast, and post-editing can greatly change the broadcast effect of the entire show, and the listener is interested in that sentence, so it can be interpreted in any way.

The multifaceted nature of language is fully fermented.

Ambiguous things like this depend on the specific direction. They are all eating melons in the fields. How come they taste like "male juniors" when they come to Chu He? Without those marketing promoters, they will not be able to make it. Such a consistent style.

On the other hand, An An and Tong Shuize, although not as popular as Chu He, had good reviews.

[-]% of them are good looking, [-]% are dedicated, and [-]% are actually matching. After topics such as "do you think they are a good match", a bunch of marketing accounts are forwarding.

There was a lot of hype on the Internet, but it was extremely cold on the set.

The assistant director rolled up his notebook and tapped on his lap. This winter was indeed more fierce than previous years, and the snow fell heavily.

The producer looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle every day, but couldn't cry.

The remnant snow on the roof had to be swept away by the field staff, and the camera was covered with white snow, and it had to be swept from floor to floor, so we had to adjust the wide-angle range of the shooting and give more close-ups to the actors.

The close-up is An'an's fatal shortcoming.

The camera zooms in on his beautiful face, just like zooming in on a wax figure.

If the character is chosen for his face, maybe he can use his beauty to make up for it, but now that Wen Liang is terminally ill, he doesn't even think about relying on his face.

The makeup artist applied at least five layers on his face, and then covered the thick eyebrows and eyes, and painted the lip color to make him pale. When the camera got close, coupled with his forced embarrassment, it was like a scene from a horror movie.

The little actors were so cold that their lips turned purple. The assistant director couldn't see it, and told them all to go downstairs to keep warm.

He has already planned to discuss with the director whether to use props to replace the green cloth, but this will exceed the budget, and the effect must not be as good as real shooting.

All the actors in the crew were given to An An, but Director Sun didn't get angry this time.

I don't know if it's because of the multiple hidden situations, it's not good to embarrass An An too much.

Director Sun was also furious. If it weren't for the fact that others were soft-spoken and couldn't provoke Jun Xi, he would have wanted An An to disappear in the entertainment industry a long time ago.

In short, the four screenwriters came to the scene, and Director Sun asked them to speak the script to the lead one by one.

In the end, he even said: "He can change his lines however he wants! As long as he can say it smoothly, he can change whatever he wants, and the filming must be finished today!"

Director Sun saw the subtlety between Meng Huaiming and Zhao Hao, and because An'an tore up the script in front of Meng Huaiming a while ago, although Director Sun was not sure for a while, he had a general idea in mind.

Anyone with discerning eyes could see that An An's position in the group was even higher than before, and those who accompanied him in the cold were even more outraged.

They also never imagined that a crew of this level would be treated unfairly.

Li Xi didn't dare to tell An An a play. She was scolded to the point of crying, and she felt ashamed and angry.

She had been scolded a lot in the crew before, but she was rarely scolded like that, which made her worthless. She also suspected that she came in through connections and directly questioned her professional ethics.

"An'an, relax, the words have been simplified a lot, try substituting gentle feelings."

Wu Fei was also quite impatient, feeling that he was really unlucky to get this job.

At the beginning, if he didn't see the high asking price, he wouldn't have joined in. Taking care of changing the script, sex, and talking about the play was tens of thousands of times more tiring than being in a hotel.

An An's resistance swelled to the extreme.

After all, Zhao Hao regards him as a plaything to accompany him in bed, and it is also for fun, why can Yan Hui be different.

"What kind of feelings are you talking about?"

An An is determined to go on strike.

Anyway, the filming was going to happen in the end. Chu He was wrapping up today. No matter what, he couldn't change the scene. In the end, it was nothing more than a compromise from the crew.

"Director, Group B is finished!"

"So fast?" Director Sun stood up, their strength was divided, and Group B relied on the assistant director to run on both sides, but they didn't pay much attention.

Hearing that Chu He had finished, there was inevitably some restlessness here.

Having no choice but to drag on, Sun Dao simply asked them to celebrate Chu Mingxing.

"Bian Meng, you and Xiao Li are going over there." Yan Hui distributed two warm stickers to them: "Go, I'll come here."

Meng Huaiming whispered: "Be careful."

This note is not just a reminder.

This morning, because they needed to reorganize the original and current drafts of the script, Meng Huaiming logged into the mailbox background to forward the files, but saw a few unread letters from a week ago in the inbox.

This mailbox is mostly used by him with a private double number, or sent by a designated person, and there are very few emails that are not in the range.

He clicked to open it, quickly browsed through a few lines, and immediately clicked to close.

"What?" Yan Hui, who was about to answer the mail, raised her eyes.

Meng Huaiming had to sigh, he thought his expression hadn't changed much, where did Yan Hui see his abnormality?

"Is there a problem with the mailbox?" Yan Hui walked to the screen, and actually grabbed the wireless mouse and clicked on the page.

It was a letter of unknown origin with strange words.

[It's rotten, be careful. ]

It was accompanied by a picture of the head covered with a red cloth, half of the neck was missing, and the other half was rotten.

Meng Huaiming's public mailbox has received many similar emails, and he was threatened not to walk around at night.

Now that Meng Huaiming is only concentrating on following the group, the origin of this letter is very easy to guess.

Li Xi didn't want to stay here for a long time, and followed Meng Huaiming to Group A happily.

Wu Fei also took the opportunity to slip away.

For a moment, An An was only surrounded by Yan Hui.

"Why, Zhao Hao is confident in contacting you?"

An An laughed lowly, the distance between the two drew closer, and only each other could hear the conversation.

Yan Hui took off her glasses, took a deep breath, and then responded with a smile: "I'll talk to you about the show."

"Brother Wei, please pass me a prop, just the syringe from the hospital."

"What are you going to do?"

Brother Wei, who was handing over the props, was a little curious. He used to work, and once encountered a situation where actors were not able to get paid, but it was a big hit, leading them to do not know how many years of wages and still putting on airs. Come on, that doesn't work either, it's annoying to watch.

But they have a lot of fans, so they are on strike?Not to mention a good career.

As for An An, the little girl in Brother Wei's group had already finished gossiping, and he also passively ate a few mouthfuls of melon.

Wei Ge himself has never liked this kind of sissy, but he also knows that his face looks beautiful from the outside, and beauty has always been capital, and this has never changed.

There are no tigers and monkeys in the mountains to dominate. Their crew is poor and pretentious from top to bottom. An An relies on the big backing of Junxi, and no one can hold him down. Brother Wei is surprised. What can the little screenwriter do with him.

"Are you still resenting my evaluation of the casting, which made you miss the role you thought you had already decided by default?"

Yan Hui played with the syringe in her hand, "Now I feel that I want to rob you of the chance to climb back to the benefactor's side again."

"Liu An, you think too much."

Liu An is An An's real name, and An An wanted to stand up as soon as she heard it, to forgive this uneven perspective.

Unexpectedly, Yan Hui held him down with astonishing strength, and at the same time pressed the syringe against the blood vessels on the side of An'an's neck.

"Don't move around." Yan Hui lowered her head, her tone was very relaxed, "I didn't take medicine this morning, my hands are not steady."

"Are you crazy? This is the crew!" An An wanted to call for help, but Yan Hui covered his mouth. He looked around, and Wei Ge, the prop owner, was still leading the smile.

No one is nervous that something will happen to him, the most expensive beauty of the production crew has been calling them around these few days, but she is very majestic.

"See? Even if I kill you now, no one will believe it."

Yan Hui's laughter turned into a gust of air, igniting the material that needed to be sealed, An An felt that the strength of covering his mouth was a little loose, Yan Hui actually covered him with empty palms, clearly giving him room to speak.

He gritted his teeth: "Kill me if you have the guts, what do I have to be afraid of! I'm afraid of death even if I risk everything?!"

Yan Hui looked at him with almost pity, and An An hated this look very much, "You deserve the fuck you deserve, you and your sister are both low-bitch! What are you pretending, why don't we all lie down... eh!"

"I almost forgot." Yan Hui didn't let him continue.

The past he told Meng Huaiming that day was actually not complete, because even he himself could only feel the shade when recalling a certain period, but could not recall it clearly.

Dr. Xu hypnotized him several times, saying that he actually didn't want him to remember those things too firmly.

Now he remembered it vaguely, but he didn't have time to think about it.

He squinted his eyes, and his eyes, which were not covered by the glasses, were like madness.

An An broke out in a cold sweat, he knew that Yan Hui would be out of order for a while, and that was exactly what he wanted.

Yan Hui ruined his future, took away his hope, and he will send Yan Hui to hell too.

That was the hell Liu An had been in, and he couldn't go back.

He also wants Yan Hui to walk on it again, so that even those who are pretentious like them can experience the feeling of being desperate to death, but also begging for death.

Fear and rebellion swept through An An, and soon a strange force supported him. It was a rebellion born of despair. He hated himself for being useless, and hated the injustice of the world. Why is he so small and useless, always being trampled on at will? .

He is not reconciled, he has come to this step, and it is the bottom line forced by others.

Who was born | cheap?

Why did he die here with a lunatic?

No! ——An An suddenly grabbed Yan Hui's arm, regardless of what medicine was in the syringe behind his neck.

And at this moment, Yan Hui let go and threw the syringe away.

He backed up a few steps, faced the angry An An, and said, "Remember this feeling, methodist starlets, although their emotions are aroused differently, are rich enough anyway. Although you are not worthy of gentleness, I have to let you act now." go down."

"But I won't do it a second time..."

Yan Hui's words behind him gradually became hard to hear, and he smiled shyly at Brother Wei, who had a surprised expression on his face: "I'm sorry, but I can't say that, I didn't mean to scare him, but seeing that An Xingxing is in good condition, wait for them When it's over, come over and continue shooting."

To everyone's surprise, Chu He celebrated briefly, and An'an's rooftop shot was taken once.

As the little actor's role was rescued, he threw himself into the arms of his "mother" and let out a hoarse cry, and the full-screen shooting of "You Come and Me Go" was completed.

Meng Huaiming had many questions to ask, but he didn't mention them.

The two declined the final banquet and returned to the house.

On the way back, it started to snow again, and the fine snowflakes stuck to the window, and flew back again, as if they would never leave, holding a piece of innocent whiteness.

Park the car and get on the elevator. Meng Chuqi is waiting for them.

Chu Qi, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, held his stomach and squatted at their gate.