There is a Taoist temple in the idol family

Ruocang and Ao Yingxue wait outside the community.

A manager who chatters endlessly, never forgets to give science popularization to his master artist who doesn't care about world affairs.

"Although this complex looks old, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers inside. When you wake up in the morning and go shopping for vegetables, you can meet several award-winning directors and gold medal screenwriters. However, most directors have money and move out to live in villas. This community is often rented out. For the director students of the School of Film and Drama next door, it has been passed down from generation to generation, and it also has the meaning of an ancestral director community."

Ao Yingxue told Ruo Cang one by one, what international film festivals and awards the leading directors from inside have been to recently.

Ruo Cang leaned against the back of his chair, staring at the entrance of the community, and didn't listen carefully at all.

Suddenly, Ruo Cang seemed to have discovered something, opened the door and got out of the car without warning.

"Ruo Cang?" Ao Yingxue hurriedly got out of the car and chased after him, "Wait a minute!"

After all, he is also a well-known and popular star, he went down without wearing sunglasses, what can he do!

Unfortunately, it's too late.

As soon as Ruo Cang walked to the gate of the community, the eyes of people passing by and coming in and out all fell on him.

Ruo Cang, who just came out of the magazine shooting scene, still has faint traces of makeup on his face.

When the warm sun shines, the whole face seems to glow, forming a soft outline.

There is a slight sadness between his brows, his chin is raised slightly, and he squints to look at the mid-air, like an arrogant and comfortable cat, absorbing warmth in the sun.

It's heart-pounding to watch.

The unique allure makes people who pass by inadvertently stunned.

In almost a moment, they realized who this man was!

"Ruo Cang?"

"It's Ruocang, let me go!"

"You actually came to direct the community, are you going to take on a new play?"

The phone camera framed Ruocang like a searchlight, and quickly posted it on Moments, chat groups, and Weibo.

No one will not know him.

Billions of dollars were spent at the box office, and Ruocang's face was deeply imprinted in the hearts of the masses.

Not only do they want to take pictures, but they also want to go up and take a group photo.

Ao Yingxue stretched his old arms and legs, and raised his hands politely to act as a bodyguard assistant.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Ao Yingxue had no time to deal with Ruocang, "Please let me out, let me out."

He was about to pick up Ruo Cang and return to the car, but when he turned around, he saw the big man running a few steps forward.

Ruo Cang saw no one else at all.

When Ou Zhiming's figure appeared in his field of vision, he didn't care about anyone, he just went up and grabbed Ou Zhiming's wrist.

Onlookers:! ! !

Such a powerful and exciting interaction, I actually saw it with my own eyes.

I didn't miss any of the short videos, I saw that Ruo Cang and Ou Zhiming seemed like young couples reunited after a long absence, with their own aura of isolation from the crowd.

The passers-by were stunned.

This kind of moment should be taken for a group photo to witness the love between the bigwigs in the entertainment industry. Everyone held their breaths and secretly raised their phones.

The pioneer of metaphysics is in front, this is really not daring to approach!

Ruocang only has Ou Zhiming in his eyes.

The instant he held Ou Zhiming's wrist, he felt an unusually cold grip.

Even through the sunglasses, it could be seen that Ou Zhiming was out of his mind and his face was pale.

Ruo Cang asked softly, "What happened?"

"It's okay." Ou Zhiming resisted, withdrew his hand, and said casually, "The sun is too hot."

In the refreshing season of near autumn, the sun is warm, where is there anything to bask in?

The obvious excuse made Ruocang involuntarily glance towards the community.

Before he could see the suddenly dark and deep Feng Shui inside, Ou Zhiming raised his hand to cover his eyes, "Don't look, it's okay."

The warmth soaked in Ou Zhiming's palm ironed Ruocang's eyes.

Ruo Cang suffocated for breath, and felt that his whole body was enveloped in the faint fragrance of wine.

It's a pity that this fragrance implies bitterness and permeates the sadness and melancholy that cannot be concealed.

There were exclamations all around, Ao Yingxue hurriedly pushed the two bosses into the car.

"Is there anything you can't say in the car!"

He could already imagine what the network would look like in the future.

The two of you are playing in public, covering your eyes and guessing, what are you doing with the couple's little fun!

Have you considered the occasion?

Even if they get in the car, there are not a few passers-by chasing and shooting videos.

Ao Yingxue wished that the universe would move and disappear immediately.

However, had to drive slowly into the neighborhood and feel the flashing lights in all directions.

"Turn left and follow the road."

Ou Zhiming's voice was low, and Ao Yingxue turned quickly.

Three people in one car, with different minds.

But they were all silent.

Ruo Cang could feel Ou Zhiming's emotions.

Down, sad.

In his eyes, even if the men around him were full of mysterious and dark aura, he could still see a trace of abnormality in Ou Zhiming's pale face.

Ruo Cang didn't speak.

Ao Yingxue dare not speak.

Along the way, only Ou Zhiming guided the way, turning left, turning right, and turning right again.

The veteran driver Ao Yingxue found out easily that Ou Zhiming specially asked him to take a detour.

According to the structure of the community, Ou Zhiming asked to turn left and circle the entire community before parking in the garage.

They got out of the car and walked into the elevator.

Ou Zhiming pressed the floor, and finally said: "... just now, someone jumped off the building in the community."

The atmosphere was tense in an instant.

They are all people who have seen the big scene, and they still can't help sighing when they hear about the loss of life.

"Don't tell the teacher yet, so that the old man won't worry."

After all, it is our own community, and no one will be happy if someone dies for no reason.

However, they knocked on the door and entered Lin Qingye's old house.

The 60-year-old man walked over with a pale face and said, "Someone jumped off the building outside?!"

The community is full of acquaintances, and people come and go, so news spreads very quickly.

Not long after Ou Zhiming left, Lin Qingye casually opened their property group and saw that everyone was discussing the same news.

"It's a female student who lives in Lao Zhou's house, and she's too fragile."

"Hey, what can't you think about young people, what department is she in?"

"It seems to be from the Directing Department of the Film Academy. I don't know if it's because of the delay in graduation, or because of love troubles, young man..."

Most of the people who live in the director's community are elderly people who have gone through vicissitudes.

I have seen too many scenes of life and death, and most of them just sigh when faced with young people's death-seeking.

Suicide is such a heavy and helpless thing.

A life is gone, and they, as bystanders, cannot comment, let alone be qualified to comment.

This is not something that can be judged. Lin Qingye frowned, but he just said: "It's good that you didn't hit someone. Many social news say that people who jumped from buildings killed people. I'm really worried about you. Young people nowadays... oh...forget it never mind."

It wasn't a good topic. He saw Ou Zhiming's mood was quiet and his face was solemn.

Immediately shut up.

He looked at Ruo Cang kindly, and said, "Let's read the script first, you can sit with me before you leave."

Discussing the script at the director's home is still a new experience.

But Ruo Cang was absent-minded while holding "Sound of Chen Xiang".

Lin Qingye said: "Because this movie is a tragedy, the emotional drama in the early stage is more obvious. I want to hear your opinion."

Ruo Cang flipped through the script.

"The actor of the young girl Xiaowen has not been decided yet, but the leading actor Jing Xing, I am more optimistic about you."

Ao Yingxue is very honored that the great director personally said he is optimistic about it.

Since "Guan Du", Ruo Cang has submitted countless film offers, all of which have been rejected for simple reasons: the script is not good, the schedule is not good, and the director team is not good.

It was not easy to wait for such a reliable director as Lin Qingye.

What's more, the script must be very strong.

The manager is happy for Ruo Cang.

Ruocang...

Holding the script in his hand, he listened to Lin Qingye's storytelling, but glanced at Ou Zhiming from time to time.

Ou Zhiming is always silent,

They looked at each other silently, and they could develop a long-standing tacit understanding.

Ruo Cang: Are you really okay?

Ou Zhiming: It’s okay.

He smiled lightly, but still couldn't dispel Ruo Cang's worries.

The recent Ruo Cang has five senses that are sensitive and sentimental.

Even if it is impossible to judge Ou Zhiming's condition from his luck.

Ruocang can also perceive Ou Zhiming's emotions through his sense of smell.

Ordinary Ou Zhiming smelled sweet and made him hungry.

Now Ou Zhiming's breath is bitter, as if the wine is over-oxidized, bitter from the tip of the nose to the throat.

Ruo Cang holds the script in his hand and reads it scene by scene.

The heroine of "The Sound of Chen Xiang" is good at making sachets, and often mentions spices.

Suhe, rosemary, Duliang, and horseshoe are all made into satisfying fragrances blindly, and the whole book smells good.

Unfortunately, Ruo Cang smelled the bitter fragrance of Ou Zhiming.

Even in the script, the girl's first love affair and the sweet talk with the man, Ruo Cang read it bitterly.

His expression is his mood.

So much so that Lin Qingye could tell at a glance that Ruocang's heart was not in the script, but in his students.

The old director has seen countless couples resenting their spouses, and he is quite aware of the current situation of the two young people.

He also said that Ruo Cang is not suitable for emotional dramas. This kind of look full of concern and silent guessing in his eyes is no different from the male protagonist who was deeply emotional in the early stage of "Sound of Chen Xiang".

He sighed and glanced at Ou Zhiming complainingly.

Sure enough, I still can't bear it.

"Let's do this..." Lin Qingye didn't delay the young man any longer. With outsiders around, there was still no result in the discussion.

He said, "Ruo Cang took the script of "Sound of Chen Xiang" back and read it first, and we can discuss it later if we are interested."

If he wants to shoot first, if he doesn't want to shoot, he will find a suitable candidate.

It was almost an hour since the suicide incident happened when Director Lin saw off the guests.

But on the way back, Ao Yingxue drove with trepidation.

Fearing that he was not familiar with the road, he drove the car to the suicide scene.

He is not afraid of ghosts, but he must not have seen the scene of the fall.

I don't know how many properties and residents will be plunged into a nightmare by this accident.

Ao Yingxue sent the man home and disappeared quickly.

Ruo Cang took the script and quietly followed Ou Zhiming back to the familiar villa.

As soon as I entered the room, the dignified and bitter aroma finally became less bitter.

Ruocang offered professional advice, "Ou Zhiming, if you feel uncomfortable, you can talk to me."

He could see Ou Zhiming's black and gray gloomy luck when he looked up, and it was impossible not to worry.

"I'll accompany you."

"I'm fine. In fact, I didn't see the scene at all. I just remembered some past events..."

Ou Zhiming is used to solving problems alone.

He didn't expect that in less than 24 hours, Ruo Cang could look at him maturely and calmly, and speak reliable words.

Returning to the familiar territory, the depression accumulated in Ou Zhiming's heart dissipated a lot.

He smiled and raised his hand to stroke Ruo Cang's head, scratching Ruo Cang's short hair like a cat.

He also deliberately smiled maliciously: "You should take care of yourself first, don't come and bite me on a whim."

Mao Mao Cang, who couldn't control himself, was rejected by Ou Zhiming.

In the world of adults, many things need to be solved by themselves.

Just like Ou Zhiming's current mood.

It is difficult for him to be touched by the life and death of the outside world.

But the sound he heard unexpectedly today instantly awakened his long-lost memory.

Even if he walked past the scene without squinting, he felt the strong smell of blood and screams pulling his soul into hell.

Ou Zhiming's heart cannot be calm.

Ever since he was in Anning Town, recalling the past that he had deliberately forgotten, he could no longer escape the torture.

At the parent's funeral, the arrogant and arrogant uncle jumped down from the tall building and made a similar sound.

Because of……

He said: "People like you should die."

Ou Zhiming closed his eyes, and the chaotic memories surged up clearly.

Unfamiliar childhood memories reminded him of some past events.

Part of the false memory of the "Candle Mystery" movie comes from his forgotten facts.

Ou Zhiming didn't know why Ruocang's master asked him to remember.

He didn't remember many things when he was a child, and he deliberately avoided the memory of his parents after their death.

But now, vividly.

Even when his body fell to the ground and was torn apart, his indifferent and cruel face was still fresh in his memory.

He is like a puppet possessed by a demon, relying on his instinct to assert the life and death of others, and he still enjoys it.

With the facts in his memory, Ou Zhiming didn't know what to believe and what not to.

Even if you toss and turn at night and finally fall asleep, there is still no way to get rid of the impact of the accident during the day.

He smelled it.

In the darkness, the quiet and mellow fragrance lingers all over the body.

Ou Zhiming was sure that he had never smelled a similar smell, but in his dream he subconsciously made a judgment.

Oh, it's agarwood.

The cool and sweet scent of agarwood gradually changed, as if he had walked into a wide range of spice shops, trying to discern the smell of the spice wood in his hand bit by bit.

His fingers were pale, with round, white nails.

Pinch the dull crumbs and try to tell the difference between each ingredient.

"Water pan, uri, clove."

Ou Zhiming clearly corresponds to the dry ingredients on hand.

Like a professional and hardworking appraiser, after touching rough raw materials, he must be identified according to the aroma.

He was walking, groping along the dried ones.

Suddenly saw a figure.

Looking like looking in a mirror, Ou Zhiming saw a strange girl in a long skirt with short hair.

She stared at Ou Zhiming, and said in a mournful voice, "I don't want to die."

Ou Zhiming woke up suddenly.

The room was pitch black, he raised his hand and turned on the desk lamp, and became much more awake in the gentle halo.

His breath was deep, with the aroma of extended nightmares.

But after careful identification, it disappeared without a trace.

Ou Zhiming sat on the bed and took out his cell phone.

It was past one o'clock in the morning, and it was still early before dawn.

Even if he wanted to talk to Ruo Cang about the dream just now, he had to wait until the little Taoist priest woke up.

Shooting the cover of a magazine is not an easy job, Ou Zhiming doesn't want to wake up Ruo Cang at night, and end up as a decompression claw grinding toy for a big friend of the milk cat.

Ou Zhiming adjusted the indoor lighting to brighten the eyes of the blind old man, clicked on the software and swiped it out of boredom, and he could see the headline push——

"Ou Zhiming and Ruocang show off their affection on the street? The director's pairing with idol sweet fried!"

"The most beautiful love interaction pose ranks first, and Ou Zhiming and Ruocang deserve their names."

"A real couple, Ou Zhiming and Ruo Cang can defeat countless rivals with a small move!"

Ou Zhiming:? ? ?

What interaction?What show of affection?Why doesn't he know!

Ou Zhiming was completely astonished, so he quickly clicked on the push button.

The shock department deserves to be the shock department.

The high-definition big picture that came out shocked Ou Zhiming so much!

Ruo Cang held his hand and raised his head slightly.jpg

He helplessly stretched out his hand to cover Ruo Cang's eyes.jpg

The sun was just right, and the shadows were ambiguous. I don't know who took the photo, and even applied a slightly drunk filter to them.

Ao Yingxue, who was pushing them into the car behind him, had handsomeness written all over his back.

Ou Zhiming had an ominous premonition.

He opened Weibo, scrolled through the comments, and saw those strong male audiences who never gave up on him, so they swiped "Congratulations, Congratulations" in aroused and encouraged.

"Ouhuang, after hiding for so many years, you finally don't hide it on the street."

"When will we post an official announcement photo of holding hands, we have waited for so long, and we have finally waited for the result."

"Ou Dao, do you marry Ruo Cang or Ruo Cang marry you? Is "Guan Du" a bride price or a dowry?"

The open-mindedness of the audience also has a kind of calmness that is very comforting.

They were calm, Ou Zhiming just wanted to sigh.

In the age of entertainment until death, the announcement of a relationship is always more popular than death.

He and Ruo Cang were just being caught on the street, and they automatically checked into their seats, fully automatic hammering, a certainty?

This photo is very ordinary, right?

Didn't he and Ruo Cang get along like this all the time, why is it so unfair in the eyes of outsiders.

The Internet is as lively as ever.

Ou Zhiming frowned and smiled, got off the bed and walked out of the room.

Watching sand sculpture netizens make up love stories, why not go to the refrigerator to steal some snacks that Ruo Cang has hoarded.

It happened that he was a little hungry after waking up from the nightmare, so he watched while eating, researching and researching the state of mind of the crowd on the Internet, and it was not in vain that he opened Weibo late at night.

However, Ou Zhiming didn't take a few steps until he saw the lit wall lamp in the living room.

Ruo Cang sat at the table, leaning on the gentle light above his head, and looked through the script with his face propped up.

He stretched his body, his posture was arbitrary, and he looked over when he heard the sound.

"Can't sleep?"

Ruocang looked at Ou Zhiming clearly, and said with a helpless smile, "I also guess you can't sleep."

The scene of death is close at hand.

Ou Zhiming's mood was obviously affected, how could he fall asleep peacefully.

But a man's self-esteem and self-improvement do not allow Ou Zhiming to be subdued.

So, Ruo Cang sat in the corner of the living room near Ou Zhiming's room, carefully studied the script, and kept an eye on the movements in Ou Zhiming's room.

Unexpectedly, this person came out quietly, bringing a quiet fragrance all over his body.

Without the dull and bitter daylight, Ruo Cang's spirit was instantly empty, and his mouth and tongue were dry.

"Would you like a Coke? Shall I get it?"

Ruo Cang took the initiative to stay away from Ou Zhiming, so as not to gnaw on this guy uncontrollably and end up full of bitterness.

Ou Zhiming nodded with a smile, sat down and reached for the script on the table.

Ruocang didn't sleep at night, he was watching "The Sound of Chen Xiang".

This ancient love closely related to sachet spices, the description of incense is simple and professional.

The method of making incense that the young girl Xiaowen has learned by ear can be seen through many of her lines.

"Sound of Aloes" is a tragedy.

Tragedy always tears up all the beauty in the world and smashes the beautiful dreams for the audience to see.

It is not easy for an orphan girl who is good at making incense to live in troubled times.

She sent sachets to the rich lady in the deep boudoir to relieve her loneliness, and she also found the joy of burning incense and lavender to the actor and oiran in Goulan.

She was supposed to be exquisite in every possible way, but met a heartless person who thought she could entrust her for life.

In the deserted night, Ruo Cang invited Ou Zhiming to discuss a romantic drama with a bunch of snacks and drinks in his arms.

The lines used by the ancients to express their feelings were implicit.

She didn't make any promises with the male protagonist, but she embroidered her love, expectation, and yearning into a sachet.

Then, all hopes were shattered with a sword strike by the owner of the sachet.

Ruo Cang carefully read every line in it in the deserted night.

"The screenwriter who wrote this story must have been very desperate," he said.

"At least when I wrote it, it was in despair."

The characters and lines are the emotional investment of the screenwriter.

The young girl Xiaowen in Ruocang's eyes has a dream of holding his hand and growing old together.

In the end, what was waiting was not staying together forever, but the inescapable life and death.

At the end of the script, Xiaowen said: "You failed me."

The screenwriter also specifically noted that the girl's state is "laughing".

Every move and every move has written the heroine's sadness.

It also uses death to outline the innocent and pure final ending.

Ruo Cang is easily moved by an emotional script.

He turned to the cover, staring at the black words of "Screenwriter Feng Yu" and pondered, "Although this movie is niche, it's quite interesting."

Ou Zhiming took a sip of the happy water, and reminded vigilantly: "But you are not suitable for emotional scenes."

Ruo Cang looked at him with his face in his hands, "Why do you say I'm not suitable?"

Ou Zhiming frowned, "Do you want to act?"

"I remember that fans wanted to see me take on the ancient costume." Ruo Cang flipped through the script, "I think this ancient costume is pretty good. The relationship between Xiaowen and Jing Xing is about love and courtesy, there is nothing special about it, right? "

Naive.

Ou Zhiming put down his cup, raised the corners of his mouth, and laughed at Ruocang's naivety and stupidity.

This kid must have watched too few costume movies to say such stupid things.

What's the point of being in love?

Will the screenwriter write every scene in the script in detail?

What do you want the director to do!

"You come with me."

Ou Zhiming stood up, scooped up all Ruocang's snacks, and entered the private screening room with nothing left.

He must let the children who don't know how to know what a costume movie is!

Professional directors and projection rooms are equipped with all kinds of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign films.

He stood on the film shelf and carefully selected ten classic costumes.

"I think your lack of film knowledge has seriously affected your judgment on the script. In order to prevent you from going astray, I will teach you what a costume film is."

Ou Dao was so arrogant that he broadcast it as soon as he finished speaking.

For the sake of little Taoist Ruo's ability to bear, he first played this year's new movie——

A critically acclaimed martial arts drama.

Ruo Cang has a learning mentality, even if he thinks that Ou Zhiming's words have something to say, he still obediently stares at the screen.

The hazy yarn screen opened the prelude to martial arts.

The clear character of the characters and the heavy historical atmosphere firmly grasp Ruo Cang's mind in the shadow of swords and swords.

Regardless of the background of the dynasty, a good movie can instantly bring people into that era.

When Ruocang was shocked by the majestic righteousness of the country, the hero of the movie was about to stage a show called Yi Shui Han.

He talked and said goodbye to the heroine.

Under the natural beauty of the sky, clouds and shadows, waterfalls and streams, the hero suddenly stretched out his hand, and a tyrant kissed him deeply, and the scene changed sharply, entering the stage of great harmony in life!

Ruocang:? ? ?

The fragile nerves of the children were shocked by this clear scene!

Not only did they kiss, take off their clothes, and be emotional, they also made outrageous noises in the mountains and wilderness.

Although you are emotional, it is not good to suddenly fight in the field!

Ruo Cang shuddered with the chill of "see no evil", and averted his gaze for a while, only to hear Ou Zhiming chuckle.

He frowned and looked over.

I saw the hateful director beside him, his eyes full of deep meaning, "You understand what I mean."

Ruocang: ...

"Understood, Teacher Ou."

The teacher is worthy of being a teacher. There are teaching videos all over the room. After one is played, there will be another.

Ancient conservative?

nonexistent.

Costume movies are completely realistic. Under the shooting lens of literature and art, the male and female protagonists will enter the state of mutual affection.

If Ruo Cang was studying with a tense expression, he would even find out without warning why did you and the female lead get together? !

What 1V1 does not exist from beginning to end.

There are all the things that happen in real life, such as catching rape, cuckolding, and taking medicine.

Ruo Cang's pure thoughts will not be used as a diversion just because it is an ancient costume background.

Not only that, but Director Ou, who has read all the strange films in the world, personally popularized science!

"This is a reference to the scene in "Swallows Sleeping in Love". It pays attention to love rather than sex, and let nature take its course."

"This object is called Tongzu. There is a similar type of Yuzu made of jade. It has a single head and a double head at the back."

All kinds of flashing scenes and props in it can be called the anecdotes of ancient costume movies.

Ruo Cang was so unprepared, and gained a new enlightenment under the supervision of Ou Zhiming.

There was embarrassment in his eyes, and he asked doubtfully: "Director Lin is not so indecent when he is filming, right?

Ou Zhiming sneered, and his mood finally recovered, "You are such an old-fashioned old man, and you actually turn pale when you talk about sex. What is indecent? This is art."

Movies are art.

Art requires a sense of dedication.

A single veteran cadre who has read all kinds of favors, proudly educates a small cadre with a low heart and few desires.

Every time the scene of "see no evil" appears, he will pretend to be among thousands of flowers and give advice without touching his body.

After two or three movies passed, Ruo Cang was able to look directly at the deep affection.

Ou Zhiming stepped up his efforts and said: "The hero and heroine of this movie have a real relationship, so they can act so naturally. At that time, there was a draft to promote their fairy couple, because the movie has a happy marriage."

Ruo Cang's eyes were full of disbelief.

What is the difference between being sincere in a love movie and killing people in a crime movie? !

"What happened later?" Ruo Cang asked.

Ou Zhiming stared at the sweet scene of the two cuddling each other on the screen, and the male lead kissing the female lead's forehead, and said: "Later...the actress got pregnant and they got married. The two of them took other love movies respectively, cheating, There was a lot of cheating. Divorced."

The entertainment industry divides and rejoins, and there are more divorces than marriages.

The love between gods and gods is nothing but falsehoods in marketing manuscripts, and will eventually come to naught because of the cruel reality.

Ou Zhiming said earnestly: "Acting must be fully devoted. To play a murderer, you have to be ruthless, to play a criminal policeman, you have to be upright, and to play a Taoist priest, you have to understand the meaning of practicing Taoism."

His deep eyes stared at Ruo Cang in the dim projection room, seeing through the other's clear and flawless eyes.

"A man who is in love with the heroine has to fall into that fictitious relationship and become obsessed with love. Have you... ever loved a woman?"

Ruo Cang tilted his head slightly, "No."

"Me neither." Single men always have troubles to figure out, "So I have been an actor for so many years, and I have never accepted a romantic drama. I can't act, and I don't want to act."

To give affection is to shoulder responsibility, and he was not ready to entrust his affection to another stranger.

A good study of ancient costume movies has become Mr. Ou's teaching children not to accept romantic dramas casually.

Ou Zhiming admitted that he was exaggerating.

But if he can make Ruo Cang give up "Sound of Chen Xiang", he can work harder.

Therefore, the next few days are Teacher Ou's teaching time.

The two of them were in the screening room, looking at all kinds of costume classics in the history of movies.

From the small-scale curtains and seats in recent years, we can see the trend of porn stars popular in Hong Kong and Taiwan.

The older the movie, the more shameful it is.

They watched and watched, and then they would leave in silence for a while, neither asking what the other was doing.

Anyway, it's not reciting the mantra.

When watching movies in the dark, it is always difficult to tell the difference between day and night.

Ou Zhiming woke up again, and when he sat up, he found Ruocang obediently lying on the other side of the sofa, far away, not disturbing him.

The film has come to an end, and the list of film productions is scrolling.

The light in the room was dim, but Ruo Cang's sleeping face was as white as jade.

After watching so many costume movies, Ruo Cang is still the most suitable male lead in Ou Zhiming's heart.

The young man walks around the world with his sword, wantonly and freely, asking why children love each other?

"Sound of Chen Xiang" is a good script, and it will also be a good movie.

But it's not suitable for Ruo Cang.

Ou Zhiming leaned over lightly, squatted in front of him, staring down at his dark eyebrows and pink lips.

When Ruo Cang fell asleep, his brows were relaxed and stable.

The shallow and thin lips fluctuated with the breath, making Ou Zhiming involuntarily stretch out his index finger to outline his lip line in the air.

This guy, with thin lips and white teeth, bites people like a cat, mercilessly, and willful.

Estimated to be a heartless person.

Ouzhi list issued a condemnation to Ruo Cang.

The corner of his mouth curled into a smile.

Sexy movie scenes can make Ruo Cang shy, he didn't know before that Ruo Cang still has such a small weakness.

The old driver's mind was full of references and props, and before he could plan the next molestation plan, Ruocang slapped his thick eyelashes.

woke up.

He lazily rubbed the sofa and asked, "What time is it?"

Ou Zhiming twirled his fingertips, "...it's time for lunch, slacker."

Not particularly romantic.

The costume film seminar has temporarily come to an end.

Ruo Cang yawned while eating lunch, his biological clock was completely disrupted.

Watching the movie is really depressing. If you watch too many wonderful stories, you will think that you have also experienced the life of the movie characters.

After eating, Ruo Cang counted, "I seem to have missed two evening classes, and I have to make up for it later. By the way, can you contact Director Lin for me?"

"What?" Ou Zhiming's eyes were filled with surprise.

He has shown Ruo Cang so many unsuitable costume dramas, "You haven't given up yet?!"

"... You showed me a movie, didn't you want me to work hard and get ready?"

Ou Zhiming said seriously, "I hope you will retreat despite the difficulties."

It's a pity that Ruocang's dictionary does not include "retire in spite of difficulties", only "face up to difficulties".

Betting on the actor's integrity and chastity, Ruo Cang said, "I think I can take on "The Sound of Chen Xiang"."

Can... can be a ghost!

A resentment that was difficult to suppress rose in Ou Zhiming's heart.

He didn't scare the little Taoist back, so why did he ignite his fighting spirit?

Ou Zhiming asked in surprise, "Is that why you want to fall in love with an actress?"

Ruo Cang replied solemnly: "You can't learn so much knowledge about ancient costume movies, why don't you practice it?"

Very practical.

Ou Zhiming was successfully stimulated by Ruo Cang's calmness.

He dared to talk about a lot of difficulties and pain points in the love scene, which turned into difficulties for Ruo Cang.

As expected of a good brother of a senior brother, he regards the film category as a poverty alleviation work, and he really does not leave any dead ends and regrets at all.

Ou Zhiming smiled brightly, took out his mobile phone and said kindly: "Okay, I'll help you make an appointment with the teacher. You guys have a good chat, have a good talk."

He would like to see what kind of love a young Taoist Ruocang can have with the heroine.

"Teacher, Ruocang wants to play Jing Xing. Well, when will we talk about it in detail. Who is the heroine? Ah..."

Ou Zhiming's smile became more and more strange, and he stared at Ruocang with sympathy, "That's really great."

After hanging up the phone, Ou Zhiming told the time and place, and looked at Ruo Cang full of sympathy.

Ruocang seriously sent the meeting time to Ao Yingxue, and when he turned around, he saw Mrs. Ou's loving and pampering gaze.

He couldn't help asking: "... Is there a problem with the heroine?"

Ou Zhiming smiled hypocritically, "The actor chosen by the teacher, how could there be a problem."

"who is it?"

"You'll know then."

Ou Zhiming refused to say it, and still had a sinister and cunning expression of "just wait".

Ruo Cang couldn't judge bad luck from his luck, so he could only try his best to sniff.

Confused, why is the aroma of the wine a bit sour?

The sour Ou Zhiming, accompanied by the sweet Ruo Cang, arrived at the agreed meeting place on time.

If Cang wanted to try, Ou Zhiming would of course let go boldly.

Anyway, if the child hits the south wall, he will definitely turn back.

The powerful combination of Lin Qingye and Feng Yu gave Ou Zhiming confidence.

So much so that he had a peaceful mind the whole time, and made up his mind to let Ruo Cang deeply understand and understand what it means: movies are sinister.

However, Ruo Cang, who was eager to try, entered the meeting room, stared at Feng Yu, and remained silent.

Lin Qingye thought he was afraid of strangers, so he said in an active manner: "Xiao Feng, let's explain the core of "Sound of Chenxiang" to Ruocang first, so that young people can understand it. Moreover, I also want to hear your understanding and meaning as a screenwriter .”

Feng Yu nodded and said with a smile: "The Sound of Chen Xiang is a joke I made on the spur of the moment. Xiaowen is actually the first image of a young girl I created."

He clearly explained the positioning of each character in the script.

His passionate tone could not cover up his sharp luck.

He is like a soldier killed in the hail of bullets, able to sweep away all obstacles in the screenwriting world and solve all the director's requirements.

Excellent, confident, even explaining a movie about small love and small love, can tell the deep national hatred and family hatred behind it, and plan a magnificent and magnificent love epic.

But Ruo Cang listened quietly, did not express any opinion, and kept his eyes on Feng Yu carefully.

Ruo Cang has never seen his works, and he can feel that "Sound of Chen Xiang" does not match him from his luck.

wrong.

It's not right to hate the country and the family.

The emotional entanglement between a girl and a man is wrong.

The symbolic meaning of agarwood repeatedly mentioned in the script is even more wrong.

What Ruocang read out is the girl's gloomy retrospect and melancholy.

He originally guessed that Feng Yu was a literary creator with a delicate mind, and he was so sensitive that he was sad.

But seeing him now, Feng Yu was undoubtedly a cruel person who had risked his life on the tip of a knife.

Ruo Cang doesn't believe that decades of wind and rain have passed, and he still has the mood to speculate on the love and hatred of the little girl.

Wait for Feng Yu to finish speaking.

Ruocang asked solemnly: "Director Feng, are you sure you wrote "Sound of Chen Xiang"?"

Feng Yu's face froze, "What do you mean?"

Ruo Cang lowered his eyes and looked at the quiet script.

The male protagonist, Jing Xing, is a fantasy of a woman's perspective on a man.

It is also the expectation of the creator of "Sound of Chen Xiang" for the man in his mind.

I hope he knows how to be warm and fragrant.

I hope he understands the girl's mind.

I hope that he can lay down his blade before the journey of Jin Ge and Iron Horse, and return to the forest for the girl alone.

Unfortunately, he doesn't understand.

This is a melodious, beautiful, long and silly love story.

So it is full of romantic fantasy, but also full of irony and self-deprecation.

"You can't write a script like that."

Ruo Cang looked at Feng Yu with certainty, and said in a low and dignified voice:

"Because it should