The little wolf dog of the actor's house

Fu Yunyi snorted: "Talk to an old thing like you who pretends to be deaf and dumb, can you hear me if you don't speak too loudly?"

"Get up." Zhuo Qingfan suddenly pushed the boy's shoulder.

Fu Yunyi was stunned: "Why?"

"Get out of the way." The man helped his waist and said, "I have a bad back, so I can't stand for too long, so I have to lean on the back of the bed to talk."

It's really not that Zhuo Qingfan is lazy, he does have a problem with his waist.

One year, I filmed a scene of riding a horse in ancient costume. The horse was frightened and threw him out, and his waist hit the stone. After half a year of treatment and recuperation, he recovered by [-]% or [-]%. , Standing for a long time will always feel psychological pain.

Fu Yunyi's ears turned red: "Old man, don't play tricks on me!" While talking, the boy spontaneously sat inside to make room for Zhuo Qingfan.

Zhuo Qingfan looked at the bright red on the boy's white and tender ears with amused expression, and always felt like a hooligan bullying minors.

"Come up quickly!" Seeing him standing there, Fu Yunyi said coldly, "It will be ten o'clock soon, are you going to tell me?"

Zhuo Qingfan came back to his senses, quickly took off his slippers, lifted the quilt and went to bed.

The two leaned side by side on the back of the bed, Fu Yunyi's body was stretched straight, his eyes were drooping, his eyes were looking at his nose, his nose was looking at his heart, nervously like a young daughter-in-law who just entered the bridal chamber.

Zhuo Qingfan didn't notice his nervousness at all, he flipped through the repertoire outline, browsed for a while, and said with a frown. "The age span of this drama is very large."

This is a drama of the Republic of China, in which Fu Yunyi plays the young master of the Republic of China. It mainly talks about that era, the process of their big family changing with the changes of history.

As the protagonist, Fu Yunyi played a large role, basically from the age of eighteen or nineteen to his later years. It was easy to act when he was young, but middle-aged and old age still put his acting skills to the test.

"Have you finished reading the script?" Zhuo Qingfan asked softly.

Fu Yunyi hummed: "I browsed through it roughly yesterday."

"What do you think of the protagonist's personality when he was young?"

Fu Yunyi was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips and said, "If you have any opinion, it's just a young master from a rich family."

"What kind of rich young master?" Zhuo Qingfan asked, "He always has a personality, and there are many kinds of rich young masters, such as dandy, gentle, upright, and ignorant...you don't give the characters in the play an accurate positioning, how can you I can play him well."

Fu Yunyi didn't speak.

Zhuo Qingfan became anxious: "Speak up, what kind of attitude do you have, are you willing to learn it?"

Fu Yunyi's eyes flashed, and he turned his head away and said, "I don't know!"

"What do you mean you don't know?" Zhuo Qingfan became angry. He had been a teacher for a long time, and he hated students who didn't want to make progress and didn't listen to the teacher's words. I'm still not sure what you want to act in, do you really think actors only need to know how to memorize lines?"

Fu Yunyi still kept his face cold and did not speak, his eyes kept looking at the window outside.

"Look at me!" Zhuo Qingfan pinched his chin and forcefully turned the boy's face away, frowning, "Is there an answer written on the windowsill? Why don't you listen to me carefully, what's the use of seeing it?"

Fu Yunyi gritted his teeth: "Old man, I'm not your student, don't use your methods to teach me."

"I hate iron but not steel!" Zhuo Qingfan scolded coldly, "You think others want to teach you, is it okay for you to be so grown up and take responsibility for what you have to do?"

"I don't need to learn." Fu Yunyi clenched his jaw and paused, "It's enough for me to have this face."

Zhuo Qingfan was heartbroken for a while: "Fu Yunyi, Fu Yunyi, since I was a child, I was afraid that this face would hurt you, and I was always afraid that you would think you were good-looking, so you didn't have to do anything, but I thought you could adjust it yourself, but I didn't expect , You still start to be proud just because you have a face!"

Fu Yunyi's eyes flashed, and he snorted coldly: "Now that you know how to control me, why did you do it earlier? Zhuo Qingfan, let me tell you clearly that I have turned bad."

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

Zhuo Qingfan felt like his heart was drenched with lemon juice, a little sore, a little hurt, and a little regretful.

After a long silence, Zhuo Qingfan took the lead to break the silence: "In those years when you went abroad, was there no one next to you?"

"Who is there?" Fu Yunyi squinted his eyes and said, "I don't even want my brother who I thought I could trust all the time. Do you still expect others to take care of me?"

Zhuo Qingfan's heart trembled: "Xiao Yi..."

Fu Yunyi turned his head, stared fiercely into the man's eyes and said, "So now I've turned bad, Zhuo Qingfan, please remember, I turned bad because of you!"

After speaking, the boy lay down and covered his head with a quilt as if evading.

Looking at the bulging figure under the quilt, Zhuo Qingfan felt as if he had knocked over a bottle of five flavors, full of ups and downs.

He regretted it, and his intestines were green with regret.

At that time, you shouldn't be so impulsive. Even if you want to send him away, you should ask for his permission first.

His insistence on going his own way was not good for him, but harmed him.

Zhuo Qingfan sighed, patted the boy's head through the quilt, tucked the quilt for him, then gently lifted the corner of the quilt and got out of bed, walked carefully to the double bed next to him, and lay down to sleep.

I had no dreams all night, but I slept very well.

*********

Nine in the morning.

Zhuo Qingfan sat in Fu Yunyi's car, and the two arrived at the set together.

As soon as he entered the shooting location, Li Yi'an greeted him, smiled obsequiously and stretched out his hand: "Master Fu, you came too early, I have to say, you still have good self-discipline, your concept of time is smaller than those Stars are much stronger."

Zhuo Qingfan's forehead twitched, the schedule said nine o'clock, and it was already 09:30, and he has a strong sense of time, is this a compliment that people don't care about?

Fu Yunyi didn't shake the director's hand, but just looked around and said, "Should I change clothes now?"

"Change, change." Li Yi'an quickly straightened up and said, "I'll ask my assistant to take you to the dressing room."

##### Opening a new book, I hope you will collect more and comment more, and then I will recommend the author Jun’s completed Danmei article "Jian Sanshao Breaking Ben Record" and "Contract Husband and Dog Abuse Daily" romance The article "Strange Roads Not Different Ways" is very beautiful.