fight real army

Shen Ge began to envy those office workers with families: he left home in the morning under the watchful eyes of his lover, and after a day's work, on the way home from get off work, the moment he opened the door, he knew someone was waiting for him at home.He didn't know how others resisted the temptation of happiness, he only knew himself, every day from the moment he went out, he began to feel reluctance.

It’s unbelievable to say that the time when the crew lived in the dormitory should not count. In fact, they didn’t really spend a long time together in the same room. Besides, this is a hotel, and the apartment type and decoration are labeled as “temporary” everywhere.But they just feel like living in this foreign and strange hotel, or the kind of home that has been running stably for many years, showing warmth and harmony everywhere.

The biological clocks of the two of them are almost the same, but Shen Ge is more sensitive to jet lag, and will wake up first during this time in Berlin.At first he felt that Ling Jiale was a light sleeper, and he didn't dare to move around after waking up. Later, he found that Ling Jiale was not so easily woken up, so he finally dared to turn over, first turned to look at him for a while, and then quietly got up to wash up.

Not long after that, Ling Jiale's alarm clock will ring.

Ling Jiale will take a shower after getting up, which can help his body wake up and prepare for the next training.In order not to waste the precious time in the morning, Shen Ge usually avoids it when he is taking a shower, and uses this time to process the information accumulated in his mobile phone.He is still busy, related to the film festival, related to Wang Xu's "Sweaty Clothes", related to new movies, related to the company's new resolutions... Manager Zheng no longer simply regards him as an artist under his command, but regards him as the future If Shen Ge can open his own studio, Broker Zheng will also benefit.

Ling Jiale began to warm up after washing up, and melodious music would sound in the room at this time.

Ling Jiale was warming up in the living room, and Shen Ge sat on the sofa next to him.Shen Ge looked up for a while after replying to the message, and said, "Is it so good-looking just by stretching out your arms?"

Ling Jiale raised her chin slightly and stretched her arms. She seemed to be getting up, but she hadn't fully woken up yet. Being disturbed by this, she turned her head to look at Shen Ge in astonishment: "Ah?"

Shen Ge smiled and waved his hands: "Go on, go on, I won't make trouble for you."

He also has his own morning class, now it's too cold outside, and Ling Jiale is determined not to go out, so Shen Ge changed the morning jogging into an indoor exercise.Accompanied by such gentle music, he felt that his fitness movements became more elegant.

Compared with his slight disturbance to Ling Jiale just now, Ling Jiale's disturbance to him is destructive.

He does a few sets of push-ups, then does crunches.Ling Jiale had finished warming up, and came over to admire his abdominal muscles. After watching for a while, she couldn't help squatting down and touching them. While touching them, she praised: "It's so flat, it's amazing."

The hand gently stroked the part where he was concentrating on exerting strength, and his muscles were all tender.Shen Ge secretly gritted his teeth and tensed up, counting in his heart, thinking to finish this group first and then settle the score with him.

Ling Jiale seemed completely unaware of the troubles her light touch had brought to Shen Ge, so she picked up his T-shirt and rolled it up.A man lying on a yoga mat doing counting exercises is like a fish on a chopping block, and he has no choice but to grit his teeth and hold on.

Tap his abs one by one with his fingertips: "Wow, six pack...the shape of your abs is really perfect! The two sides are completely symmetrical, so beautiful...I've seen some people who don't practice well , the left and right sides are different..." The fingertip changed from a light tap to a gentle stroke, as if to wipe the sweat on his abdomen evenly, "If you put some oil on it, hit it with a light—"

"Huh—" Shen Ge let out a sharp breath, and his upper body fell heavily back on the yoga mat. Ling Jiale immediately stood up and wanted to run.

It turned out he did it on purpose!

Shen Ge jumped up and caught him, and pushed him to the ground, "You scoundrel!"

Shen Ge bit his lip to tickle him, with a look of love and hate.He was merciless this time, not even letting go of the creaks and the soles of his feet.It was Ling Jiale's turn to turn into that fish, writhing violently from neck to toe, laughing and screaming for mercy.

"I was wrong! I was wrong!" He laughed out of tears, and breathlessly said good words: "Forgive, forgive! Your muscles are so beautiful, I can't help it!"

Such good words from Ling Jiale's mouth will always be effective for Shen Ge.He withdrew his hands, propped himself on top of Ling Jiale, and looked at him with a smile as he looked reborn after the catastrophe: he was panting, his face was flushed, and fine sweat was already oozing from his hairline.Shen Ge found that his breathing was also a little short.

Looking at it like this, it will take another two hours to disappear.

Shen Ge stood up and stretched out a hand to Ling Jiale, "Have you fully woken up?"

Ling Jiale held his hand and stood up with strength, shaking his arms and legs, his eyes were crooked with a smile, "Yes, it's more effective than warming up."

"After that, scratch it every morning?" Shen Ge gestured to stretch his hand toward his waist.

Ling Jiale was so frightened that she crossed her arms and jumped back a meter, "Don't, don't!"

After the quarrel is over, the spirit is more refreshed, and the body is adjusted to an excellent state. The morning class continues.

Ling Jiale's music was replaced by piano music with a lighter rhythm, and he began to practice his movements seriously, such as wiping the floor, half squatting, small jumps, etc. He has done these basic movements countless times since he was a child. , and now practice is still meticulous, every movement has to be repeated two hundred times.

Two hundred, this is the number he set for himself. Before the age of 16, the number set by his teacher and mother was [-]. Now, if he wants to regain what he has lost, he has to work harder than before.

Shen Ge's morning class is relatively relaxed, and it is his vocal practice that he has almost never stopped.Although he majored in directing, a good director must know how to act, and he has always been very demanding of himself. Now that he has no filming, he has to pay more attention to maintaining his lines. Relax or you will regress.

If you are a layman, you will definitely laugh when you hear this kind of vocal training, and maybe you will treat the other party as a psychopath.Shen Ge practiced facing the wall for a while, then turned back to look for water to drink, and found that Ling Jiale had stopped and was peeking at him, and when he saw him turn around, he turned around in a panic to cover up.

"Will my side disturb you? How about I go to the bathroom?" Shen Ge asked.

Ling Jia shook his head happily.

Shen Ge went to the table to drink half a glass of water, and asked Ling Jiale: "Do you want to go together?"

Ling Jiale subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Shen Ge spoke faster than him: "Come on, just like when I was in the crew before, it's not interesting for me to practice alone."

Ling Jiale hesitated, took the first step, and the next few steps would be much easier.He wiped the sweat from his head and neck with a towel, and said to Shen Ge: "I almost forgot."

Shen Ge smiled and waved at him: "Come on, I'll teach you." He held Ling Jiale's abdomen, "Try it."

Ling Jiale said "ah" a little strangely.

"Loud! Pay attention to the abdominal force!"

"Ah! Ah!"

Shen Ge took his hand away from his abdomen, moved it to his throat, and touched it lightly: "Isn't this very good, I haven't forgotten it."

After they finished practicing, the hotel's breakfast was delivered, they chatted while eating, and Shen Ge told Ling Jiale what he had seen and heard at the film festival.

It is still in the judging stage. There is a Chinese film in the unit he is in charge of. The director is a new director who is not well-known. This work is his debut.

"No other films have been selected this year. It's a pity that although this unit is not the main competition unit, I feel that the responsibility is quite heavy for such a domestic product." Shen Ge said while eating, "I didn't think about it before. With so many people, I hesitated whether to come or not. Fortunately, I came. Before I came, Lao Bai told me that if there is a quota, there must be a quota. There can be no real fairness and justice in this kind of international occasion. Whether it is towards our own country, emotional, understanding, or simply aesthetic preferences, they are all biased, so we must have our own right to speak."

Ling Jiale heard him say a few words about this before. In the film review, the judges can communicate and persuade each other. There have been examples in various countries where the judges tried their best to fight for the films of their own country.Shen Ge said to him at the time: "I don't want to influence their thoughts, but at least I have to ensure that they can understand the film before making a decision."

"Can you convince the other judges?"

"It's a bit difficult, but it's not impossible. Director Xiao Jia is young and grew up in a big city. His shots of our society are different from those of the old directors who have been exhibited at the festival. The other judges are I don’t think he is deep enough.” Shen Ge smiled, “I have to convince the judges that many Chinese children are like this now, they are stressed, troubled and vulnerable, but there are also many positive and sunny places...”

Ling Jiale listened to him carefully, and when he finished speaking, he asked, "I forgot to ask you, why didn't you apply for the acting department?"

Shen Ge thought for a while, and said, "At first, I wanted to understand what it was like to be in the drama, is it like what Wang Xu said..." Seeing Ling Jiale's surprised look, he smiled, "This question I have figured it out. Now that I want to be a director, one is that directors can express themselves better than actors and have more room for development; the other is... I think there is more freedom behind the scenes," he shook Ling Jiale Hand: "I have already entered this circle, and I just want to fight for a little more freedom for us."

Ling Jiale looked at him with more fiery eyes, "Shen Ge, don't say that you don't have artistic pursuits in movies in the future. I think you will definitely become a great director in the future!"

The two hours in the morning are too short, Shen Ge has to go out after dinner, he still has tasks, he plans to communicate with the judges one by one.

When Ling Jiale sent him out, Shen Ge suddenly turned around and asked him, "Lele, do you still want to film?"

Ling Jiale subconsciously shook her head.

"Don't rush to say no—" Shen Ge stopped him from blurting out, his eyes flashed with restrained excitement and longing, "Think about it..." He looked at his watch and put his hand on Ling Jiale He squeezed his shoulders solemnly, "Wait for me to come back, wait for me to come back and tell you. I have a secret that I can't hold back, and I will tell you when I come back!"