President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

As the recording of the variety show came to an end, the director team gathered together for a meeting, and did not give this group of people a chance to express themselves freely.

Yin Chi resigned himself to his fate for three days. He watched the whole film crew take their place vigorously under the high pressure of the director, and the brothers, friends and husbands came to visit the old people in the tea garden in harmony, and he almost couldn't react.

"Boss Huo What should I do?"

The assistant director was a little worried: "Will it appear that we are isolating investors?"

Yin Chi carefully recalled the scenes that could be edited and broadcasted, and sighed: "We have more than isolated the investor..."

Xingguan asked Mr. Huo and Mr. Liang not to be familiar with each other. Both Jiang Pingchao Studio and Su Man’s management team asked to keep the single personality unchanged. A detached sense of seniority.

Yin Chi managed to get a mahjong machine, and just personally led someone to help a few detached seniors move their residence from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain.

Although in the consensus of the industry and many audiences, it has become a standard feature of variety shows to be able to whitewash and graft facts arbitrarily in the later stage of editing, but some things cannot be transferred only by will after all.

If we really have to cut out the available shots according to the requirements of each guest, it may not be enough for one issue.

The guests have strong professional instincts, methodically and temporarily filming the small theater where the owner of the tea garden cooks tea and treats friends, which is a rare link that can last for a long time.Yin Chi no longer wanted to take care of every detail, he was determined, and explained to the later stage: "Draw a cartoon of Mr. Huo picking the crack of the door, and put it on the frame..."

The assistant director opened his eyes in astonishment.

Yin Chifeng was flabbergasted and Yi Shuihan patted him on the shoulder, and went to discuss the q version of the character design with the investor in a desolate manner.

The tea is fragrant.

Liang Xiao guarded the small red clay stove, looking clean and comfortable, and made the third pot of tea dutifully: "My old man will go to the bathroom if he drinks again..."

"Paper people don't go to the bathroom." The screenwriter is calm, "Film and TV characters don't have to urinate."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Pei Guang has been in the screenwriting industry for many years, and his mentality is very stable. He told the camera to create a peaceful world where he can have a drink and nothing. He went out for a walk and chatted with Huo Lan.

The camera lighting of variety shows has hardly done this kind of arduous work. Under the command of the strict new director, the lighting was trembling and adjusted repeatedly, and finally found a suitable angle.

Participating in a variety show has to work overtime for filming. The protagonist group who came to visit their old friends relied on inertia to find their status, and reluctantly got together in the camera happily.

The assistant director is not enough, Liang Xiao came in from outside the camera, poured tea for Su Man, and whispered to help: "Sister Man, the director said to get closer to Mr. Jiang..."

"After wrapping up and hugging, we thought we could disappear from the world."

Su Man sighed, and made room for Jiang Pingchao: "Why is it snowing outside the door?"

Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

"Green Ant's new fermented wine, a small red clay stove." Meng Feibai memorized this poem, "Tonight, the sky is like snow—"

"I know." Su Man was still able to drink a glass of tea, pondering over the tea soup, "But isn't it summer now?"

Liang Xiao couldn't help it, and took the opportunity of pouring tea to turn around and glance outside the door: "..."

……

Investors participated in the warm and harmonious small theater in their own way.

Liang Xiao poured three pots of tea back and forth, and finally heard "pass" from the director. He threw the teapot away with a sigh of relief, and quickly went out to grab the unknown and dedicated Huo Lan: "Okay, why——"

Liang Xiao wiped off all the silver clothes for him, but finally couldn't hold back, and sighed with a smile: "Why is there such a link..."

Huo Lan stopped the pheromone and explained to him: "Teacher Pei came out and asked me if he could help me."

Liang Xiao's respect for the screenwriter had almost reached its peak, and he was worried that Mr. Huo's pheromone would sooner or later be played with some strange development, but at the same time he couldn't suppress the enthusiasm from his chest, and dragged him into a corner Leo: "You just helped?"

After all, he is also a CEO investor, Liang Xiao wanted to teach him not to be so easy-going, and he said while dragging: "I can't agree to everything, I don't want to—"

"It's your business." Huo Lan, "I'm so happy."

Liang Xiao opened his mouth, his ears turned red, and he stopped talking.

Huo Lan was still not at ease with Mr. Liang's split leg, so he dragged him to the corner and stretched out his hand to support it.

In terms of pure flexibility, Liang Xiao is not a problem for a straight horse, but it is difficult to control the angle and strength when he is caught off guard. Liang Xiao stepped on the ice and stumbled suddenly, and Huo Lan almost couldn't react in time. After all, he still stretched a little bit ligament muscle.

Liang Xiao has always been dedicated to his work when he was filming, and he didn't have a limp in his feet. Now that he is off the camera, he feels a little overwhelmed.

Huo Lan rubbed him for the whole night last night, grasping the position very accurately, and put his palm on Liang Xiao's injured place: "Does it hurt so much?"

"It's okay." Liang Xiao hadn't recovered from the frank love words of their boss Huo just now, he was warm and vague, "It's a bit sour."

Huo Lan hugged him and leaned against her body, relieved the strength of that leg, and rubbed him slowly.

Liang Xiao happily reminisced about Huo Lan who returned home on a snowy night, vaguely felt that this posture was not right, and his vigilance was only fleeting: "When we get home, let's find a hot spring..."

Huo Lan nodded: "I'll ask someone to dig one."

"..." Liang Xiao opened his mouth, weakly: "There is no need to..."

Boss Huo would often suddenly show the basic qualities of a qualified boss in such unexpected places.

Liang Xiao doesn't doubt the Huo family's financial resources, but he is not yet ready for the heinous situation: "Natural - the natural environment is fine. I will stand firm and try not to split my fork."

Liang Xiao thought for a while, grinned, and smiled: "At the beginning, you also said that there are places where reindeer pull sleighs, and you can watch the aurora while soaking in hot springs..."

Huo Lan was startled: "When?"

"When I was young." Liang Xiao said, "It wasn't about me... it should be about your family."

At that time, Huo Lan, a young man, had many travel books from all over the world in his study. Xiao Liang Xiao hated all paper books at that time, and he was insensitive to these books. Now that I think about it, I feel terribly regretful.

Liang Xiao reminded him: "You also said that the sauna over there is good for the body, it can promote blood circulation, and it is especially healthy."

Huo Lan's memories of Jiangnan's past are all related to Liang Xiao, he mentioned a few words, finally remembered what happened back then, and nodded.

Liang Xiao was curious: "Do you want to go by yourself?"

Huo Lan shook his head.

When he was young, the journey in his mind was nothing more than going from a place that was not home to another place that was not home.

At that time, he didn't have much yearning for things like vacation and travel, and he knew that it was impossible to go with his family. To collect these materials, he just wanted to try his best to share some things for his parents.

Huo Lan recalled for a while, and suddenly remembered: "The rainbow in the bathroom—"

Liang Xiao's ears burned in response, and he shook his head: "I didn't draw it."

Huo Lan looked at him quietly, then slightly lifted the corners of his lips, wrapped Liang Xiao into his arms, and kissed Teacher Liang's red ears.

……

In fact, the young Huo Lan would often try this kind of thing. Although his father was honest with him, most of the time it was useless to say it, but he could still say a few more words because of it.

At that time, his father also reprimanded him coldly for not being able to calm down and play with things. Huo Lan didn't refute. He hung up the phone and concentrated on studying and reviewing as usual. One night when he went into the bathroom, he was taken aback.

The bathtub is hot and full of water, and the water is steaming, and the tiles are painted with colorful lines on the wall with extraordinarily splashed ink and abstract hand-painted methods.

In terms of painting style alone, it is very similar to the "demolition" and "debt repayment" seen from the door in the shanty town where Huo Lan was dragged by Xiao Liangxiao.

Tracing the source of this kind of thing, Xiao Liang Xiao is usually suspected, but Xiao Liang Xiao almost never went home in those few days, so he can't make accusations out of thin air.

Huo Lan was used to being teased by those playboys, so he asked someone to clean it up, but he didn't care.

……

"What is a colorful line?!" Liang Xiao was getting annoyed when he heard that he barely touched the ground in order to get together the spray paint, "That's obviously—"

"Rainbow." Huo Lan reflected, "I don't have art appreciation."

Liang Xiao was furious: "Yes!"

Huo Lan stroked his back, bowed his head in silence for a while, and then smiled softly.

He originally thought that he didn't care about the past, even if he had obsessions, it didn't affect his life.But Liang Xiao was obsessed with unraveling and smoothing him one by one, and he would do his best to cooperate.

Huo Lan never really figured out the reason, until now, he suddenly noticed the difference.

Unknowingly, those dark memories in the memory that would be suppressed by the slightest touch have all disappeared in the rain, leaving only the pure and thorough nature.

Every time one was dug out, it changed from a knife to sugar.

"We'll go back after recording the show." Huo Lan said softly, "I'll paint all the walls for you."

Liang Xiao was still complaining about the young Huo Lan's lack of interest, he was taken aback when he heard the words, his ears became hot, he was a little embarrassed: "No need..."

Xiao Liang Xiao didn't know what an aurora was, but based on his imagination, he felt that it should be similar to a rainbow. He splashed ink in the bathroom for a long time, and filled a bathtub with water. Because of his lack of understanding of reality, he could still imagine Huo Lang watching it in the bathtub. Rainbow effect.

The world has changed, Liang Xiao now looks back on the past, and he doesn't have the face to repeat these operations again.

Liang Xiao resolutely crossed out Huo Lan's proposal, but he was still moved by the word "go back", and couldn't help it: "Go home after recording the show?"

It's not far from their residence in the south of the Yangtze River. Liang Xiao hasn't been back for a long time, and he's too shy to talk about his hometown these past few days. Now that Huo Lan mentions it, he still can't hold back anymore.

As Liang Xiao chanted these two words, his chest felt hot, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but lift up: "Going back together, it's nostalgic..."

Huo Lan nodded: "OK."

Liang Xiao remembered the situation when he went back that time, and felt uneasy, and regretted: "No, I will go back first."

Huo Lan was slightly startled: "Why?"

Liang Xiaoxin said that I was afraid that you would be desolately crying when you go back, so he glanced at him, and patted Huo Lan on the back generously: "Don't worry about it, leave it to me."

Although no team could follow when recording the program, Huo Lan's assistant team was still in the south of the Yangtze River. Liang Xiao wanted to say hello to the housekeeper first, and go back to tidy up, at least make the room so that people can live in it.

It's rare for the two of them to reminisce about their childhood, even if they don't sleep in bed together, at least let Huo Lan hug him on the sofa and study.

Liang Xiao was thinking about it with gusto, and he had already imagined the scene of himself forcing Mr. Huo to endorse with harsh words, and calmly arranged for Huo Lan: "I'll go back for a day, and you will leave it for the program crew to make up some shots."

Huo Lan didn't understand: "Why did the program crew re-record the scene?"

Liang Xiao was eager to gain wisdom: "This kind of variety show is like this... Before leaving, each group of guests should keep one guest, and record some scenes to fill in the blanks when editing."

He spoke so confidently, Huo Lan frowned lightly, without any doubt: "Is it the usual practice?"

Liang Xiao: "...Yes."

Although not yet, but people always have to be flexible.

Liang Xiao had already made up his mind, and was going to give this suggestion to Director Yin in a while, and make it a routine.

Huo Lan nodded lightly, but he was still not at ease to let Mr. Liang go alone, and slowly rubbed the wound for him, still hesitating and hesitating.

Liang Xiao had already had his ass rubbed, so he kissed his lips skillfully, jumped down vigorously, and went to the corner to find the program group that had been completely forgotten.

Yin Chi was trapped in the mindset of a variety show director. He hadn't thought of such an idea of ​​saving the country with curves these days. His eyes lit up when he heard it, and he dragged Mr. Liang, who was delivered to his door, to start a brainstorming session with the director team.

There is no lighting on the mountain road, and it is almost dark.

Huo Lan waited for Liang Xiao to go up the mountain together in the tea room. After waiting for half an hour, he first found Chi Che who came over.

"Some things are inconvenient to talk to Mr. Liang."

Chi Che asked his own artists to guard the door, and gave Huo Lan a piece of information: "Xingguan should have noticed this, we happen to have business dealings with a few of these gossip accounts, so we know a little more about it..."

Huo Lan's eyes darkened slightly, and he took it and flipped it over.

""New Year's Eve" collided with a purely online modern drama." Chi Che said, "It's also a big production, signed a VAM... If it really collides, the opposite party will probably take more than half of the traffic. "

"The matter on our side...we will solve it completely."

Chi Che glanced back at Jiang Pingchao, gritted his teeth: "When it is necessary, I will deal with it cleanly, and it will not affect the artists and crew."

The traffic war has become a bayonet. Modern people have limited free time, and major apps are scrambling to share the cake. If someone comes out and takes an extra piece, others will inevitably suffer.

That modern drama was ready to spy on "New Year's Eve", Jiang Pingchao was the first to bear the brunt of it as the male lead, Chi Che led people to fight tit for tat for half a month, and also inquired about many other leftovers.

"Teacher Su's fans are too powerful. Mr. Liang just became popular, and there are too many new fans pouring in, and it's too late to organize."

Chi Che looked at him: "They should target Mr. Liang next..."

Huo Lan frowned: "What?"

Chi Che hesitated for a while, then whispered: "...Nurture."

There is no black spot on Liang Xiao, and those who were picked out are self-defeating, only the unclear relationship with the president of the Huo Corporation and the good resources he received cannot be explained clearly.

Liang Xiao himself and Yun Lian's temperament complement each other. Once something goes wrong in this link, many people will abandon the drama or even turn black out of disillusionment with the character.

"There are two ways. Make it clear publicly, or press it down. It doesn't matter if you bite it to death. It's just a contract to refute the rumors."

Chi Che was silent: "The former is too variable... We want to choose the latter."

Chi Che: "Three days later, "New Year's Eve" will premiere on the Internet. They will release the news at [-] o'clock the night after tomorrow. Xingguan had better prepare in advance."

Huo Lan nodded: "Thank you."

"We owe Mr. Liang a favor."

Chi Che shook his head: "For Xingguan, it's better to choose the latter."

Now that it is made public, for Liang Xiao, although it can clear up the suspicion of nurturing, it is somewhat depleted.

After all, Xingguan is not a small company with only Liang Xiao as an artist. If there is a slight deviation in the disclosure process, it will be easy to be criticized and criticized by interested people.

Once there is a problem with Xingguan, sooner or later it will come back to eat back Liang Xiao's development.

Huo Lan has been persuaded so many times by earnest words these days, his expression remained unchanged, and he nodded: "I understand."

Chi Che was so benevolent that he got up to say goodbye, and turned back when he walked to the door: "It's better to choose the latter one, isn't it?"

Huo Lan raised his eyes and looked at the indifferent and strict manager who was also from an elite background.

The matter between him and Jiang Pingchao has also dragged on for too long, and it must be resolved.Chi Che had already prepared his resignation statement, looked at the artists outside the door, and forced a smile: "It's more secure, there will be no mistakes---"

Huo Lan: "I like him."

Chi Che froze.

Huo Lan had always been reticent, but his expression was so calm that there was no doubt about it.

"He and I just fell in love with one person."

Huo Lan: "I don't think it's wrong."