If you want to refuse after seeing it, you will still welcome it [Entertainment]

On the second day, the shooting scene.

The scene being filmed, the general content:

The elder sister Gu Xifeng participated in the student movement, was blocked by warlords and got into a fight, and ended up with multiple injuries, and the younger sister Gu Xiyue rescued her back home. It was inconvenient for her to eat, so she naturally needed her sister to feed herself.

In the play, there is intimacy and sisterhood; misunderstandings outside the play are like a city wall, and the thickness of the wall cannot be broken by a hammer.

For anyone, no one can bear the scumbag who "sells" you to someone else after having sex with you.

If he didn't slap his face on the spot, he already had a lot of patience and self-cultivation.

Director Chen stared at the monitor, staring at his sisters at the north and south poles, his eyebrows frowned into a hill.

Now, he is very worried!

He wanted to overflow the screen with pink bubbles, but today there were none at all.

After taking a few sips of lemon honey water to moisturize his throat, he picked up his yellow and white trumpet and sank to his dantian, "Kaka Kaka."

This repeated sound shocked the entire crew.

This is the filming of "Fengyue Tears", and it's the first time everyone sees the good-tempered Director Chen get angry.

"You are sisters, dear ones, you are related by blood. Since you were young, your mother died and your father didn't love you, and you grew up dependent on each other. Can you be closer to me?"

"It's the scene where my sister hurts her hand and my sister feeds a meal. Is there poison in the meal? Don't bring it into the play if you two have emotions, my heart hurts!"

"If you want to touch your feet, take off your clothes, and hug and kiss lovingly, do you have to make me a wooden man?"

Howling several times in a row, blushing and gasping for breath, gulping a few sips of the water handed over by the assistant, turned off the horn, and asked in a low voice: "I was just a little majestic?"

"Prestige, super style!" The skinny male assistant gave a thumbs up and praised, "The effect is amazing, only if you dare to shout left and look behind, you will be torn apart by fans."

"That's not important." Director Chen pushed back his glasses and restarted the speaker, "Everyone take a break, adjust for half an hour and continue."

During the break, a pair of sisters in the play returned to their respective rest rooms. Director Chen walked around outside with his hands behind his back, contemplating for a long time, and finally slapped his forehead suddenly in a flash of inspiration.

He walked towards Zuo Jin's rest room, knocked on the door, and cleared his throat with a cough: "Mr. Zuo, I was entrusted by Mr. Wen."

"Director Chen, please tell me." Zuo Jin closed the script, and politely turned his gaze to his face, as if listening attentively.

"Mr. Wen said she was wrong, please forgive me, Mr. Zuo." Director Chen can write, direct and act, and he is also a full-fledged actor.

"Where did she make a mistake?" Although I don't know that person well, I don't think he is someone who would ask the director to apologize. It is likely that Director Chen made his own decision.

But when she thinks that she can do things as she pleases and can sell herself to her day and night, she trusts Director Chen's words a little bit.

Director Chen looked calm and composed: "Mr. Wen said that she has been obedient and failed to cultivate well, and she is wrong everywhere. I want you to reconcile with her."

Zuo Jin rubbed the script slightly with his thumb, with a faint smile on his face, decent but without emotion, "Please tell Ms. Wen that I am not angry with her, and I don't need to reconcile."

"Reconciliation is still necessary. Look down and see you. You must be affectionate in and out of the play. The little eyes must be mad at me." Director Chen's thoughts are well known to the entire crew, and he doesn't need it right now. Concealed, "I'll go and convey it to you. The actors don't get along, and there's a wall in the scene. It's very bad!"

Director Chen knocked on Wen Mo's rest room, and the assistant who opened the door held a small knife in his hand. Director Chen stepped back in fright, stretched his head to look forward, and found that he was still holding a dragon fruit in the other hand.

"Scare me, how dangerous it is to face straight!" When the assistant who didn't talk much turned his body sideways, he stroked his chest and went in, and said to Wen Mo, who was leaning on the chair loosely:

"Mr. Wen, this is a gift that Teacher Zuo asked me to bring you. You understand the meaning of it." The words were ambiguous, and Wen Mo filled in the routine.

A small white wild flower passed in his hand was randomly picked outside, and when he pulled it off, a small bee flew away from the light yellow pistil.

Wen Mo opened his eyes, looked at the lonely daisy, and then at the lying director Chen, his eyes hidden behind the lenses were even more radiant.

She couldn't help raising her eyebrows: "She sent daisies for sweeping the grave, because she wanted to arrange flowers on my grave every year?"

"Mr. Wen, your brain circuit is so clear." Director Chen shook the little daisy he picked up casually in the air, shaking off two slender white petals.

"People should be more romantic. When you see the blue and mysterious sea, you can't think that you have drowned; similarly, when you see the elegant and fresh daisies, you can't think that it is the tomb sweeping, but it should be its flower language."

While speaking, he quickly approached and handed Daisy, and then added in an interpreter's voice: "Hey, Darling! I have a crush on you day and night, so, do you love me or not?"

The corners of Wen Mo and his assistant Qi Qi's mouths twitched. Director Chen is indeed a director who writes scripts by himself. He is very capable of writing and acting.

"As for Ms. Zuo, first of all, she will not give me gifts; similarly, she may not understand the flower language to express love at all." her character.

"You know each other better than she does." Director Chen shrugged, threw the little daisy away, and sat down on a chair.

"I don't care what the two of you have in private, but it can't affect my drama. Do you know that ruining my drama is like killing my own little boy."

Wen Mo is dedicated, and his attitude towards the drama is serious. Naturally, he will not abandon the drama for personal reasons, "Okay, in a while...I will go to her to have a heart-to-heart talk."

"My thoughts on the little boy depend on Mr. Wen." Director Chen raised his hand to look at his watch, and hurriedly got up and urged: "There is not much rest time, hurry up, we have to start shooting on time, every minute wasted is Tickets!"

When Wen Mo got up to go out, Director Chen suddenly remembered what he had said in front of Teacher Zuo, and hurriedly filled in the gaps: "Three obediences and four must be memorized. These are all life experiences, the best tricks among the best tricks."

Wen Mo looked at him with doubts in his brows and eyes, and a black question mark almost popped up on his forehead.

Director Chen explained: "Three obediences: follow when you go out, obey orders, and blindly follow mistakes; four obediences: remember birthdays, be willing to spend money, wait for shopping, and coax when you are angry."

Wen Mo's thin lips squirmed a few times, and he looked at Director Chen with sympathy, "The new contemporary slave! Thank you for your hard work!"

Director Chen: "..."

Wen Mo turned to the next yard, stood under the prop peach blossom tree and looked through the window, looking at the fair lady miming in the mirror.

The trendy women's clothing of the Republic of China period was worn on her, which was a bit sassy, ​​but also a bit intellectual, and even more of the revolutionary awakening of young people and people with lofty ideals at that time.

Just watching quietly like this, watching and watching, I couldn't help being fascinated, and unexpectedly, I bumped into the gaze cast by the raised eyes.

Gentle and gentle, like the cool spring breeze in March, and the misty rain in March.

With just one glance, his pupils dilated, he turned sideways uncomfortably, pretended to be calm and withdrew from the field of vision, hesitated outside the door for a few seconds, calmed down his rapid heartbeat, and then opened the door and entered.

"I heard from Director Chen that you asked him to apologize?" Zuo Jin heard footsteps approaching behind him, he didn't look back, but just sat on the chair and talked with his back turned.

Wen Mo: "Yes."

Zuo Jin: "Then may I ask, Ms. Wen, do you know where I went wrong?"

Wen Mo, who didn't know where he was wrong, thought of Director Chen's three obediences and four gains, so he used what he learned now, and felt quite flexible: "I am wrong everywhere, as long as Ms. Zuo thinks I am wrong, it is wrong." ,I apologize."

The expression, the posture, are very sincere.

Hearing this, Zuo Jin, who had his back to her, was silent, as if the chill on his body was getting heavier, and he said estrangedly after a while: "I'm sorry, I accept it, please go back!"

"Are you angry again?"

Feeling the chill is getting worse, Wen Mo, who has never been in a relationship, doesn't understand. He obviously lowers his profile like this, and sincerely apologizes that doesn't exist at all. Why is Zuo Jin even more angry?

The assistant Yueyue, who stood aside as an invisible person, lowered her head and couldn't help but secretly rolled her eyes.

For girls who are angry, the word "again" is undoubtedly adding fuel to the flames.

The author has something to say:

Let me be angry too~~~