Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Di Lan took the elevator to the underground parking lot. Lynch was leaning on the car and waiting for Di Lan. His long legs were crossed and stretched out. He lowered his head and held a mobile phone in one hand, and a bright yellow helmet in the other. His glasses were still on the bridge of his nose, looking gentle and clean. , Merry chic.

The sound of the automatic door switch caught Lynch's attention. He looked up and saw Di Lan, and waved to Di Lan with his helmet in his hand, "Get in the car."

Di Lan seemed to wake up from a dream for a moment.

How could...you like this person in front of you so much?

When Di Lan approached, Lynch handed him the helmet. Di Lan touched the helmet, "I have a hat."

"It's up to you." Lynch put the phone back in his pocket, opened the door and got in the car.

The car drove out of the underground parking lot, Lynch drove steadily, trying to ignore the direct line of sight of the co-pilot, he couldn't ignore it, stepped on the brakes before the red light, Lynch stretched out his hand and swished Covering Di Lan's face with the baseball cap he was wearing.

A chuckle echoed in the car, and Lynch's ears felt a little hot.

Di Lan talked too much and he was annoyed, and he was even more annoyed if he just smiled and didn't talk like this, because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hide it.

Di Lan raised her hand to take off her hat, put it upside down on her face, and leaned against her side, as if she was going to sleep.

Lynch breathed a sigh of relief.

Di Lan caught a glimpse of Lynch's relaxed state from the corner of her eye, and thought to herself: Is it straight?It's not as straight as it seems.

The whole journey was quiet and silent, Di Lan still had a strong sense of presence, and he didn't know what the smell was, but it smelled good, a clean boyish smell, always reminiscent of a bright summer.

Lynch parked his car in the parking lot downstairs in the community, and exhaled again, "Here we are, go up and rest."

Di Lan took off the baseball cap covering his face, and he covered it all the way, his face was a little red from boredom, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were still clear and bright, with hooks hidden in his pupils, hinting vaguely.

"Brother Lin," Di Lan said softly, "just let me try, okay?"

This is already using the temptation of beauty.

Lin Qi held the steering wheel in his hands, trying hard to think whether he should refuse, the ideological struggle in his mind was terribly fierce, and Di Lan's handsome face had already moved closer.

He couldn't move.

The lips touched lightly, just a touch of water, just a brief exchange of temperature and temperature. The temperature that was not hot at first was transmitted through the other's lips, but it seemed to have a high fever.

Di Lan slowly moved away, Lynch turned his face sideways, held the steering wheel with downcast eyes, and didn't move at all.

Di Lan said in a low voice: "Brother Lin, it's too fast, I'll try again."

Di Lan opened his lips and kissed. He carefully pried open Lynch's docile lips, and the tip of his tongue cautiously and presumptuously sucked Lynch's tongue.

Luscious taste.

Lynch didn't respond or refuse, and passively accepted the young man's first kiss.

Di Lan didn't dare to go too far, and said cautiously, "Brother Lin, how are you doing?"

Lin Qi was like a puppet returning to his soul, his eyes rolled for a while, his hands holding the steering wheel sweated a lot, and his face was still cold: "It's not good, just wait to be laughed by Ren Miao."

Ren Miao had no chance to laugh at Di Lan.

After Di Lan returned to the crew the next day, he handed Guo Pei'an a new script. He changed the part of the farewell scene that was eloquent, and deleted the green kiss directly. , printed two pages, and attached his understanding of the script and his perception of the characters.

In fact, Di Lan had this idea in her previous life. After the official release of "Fireflies", Di Lan watched it more than ten times. The first few times he picked faults for himself, and the next few times he thought about the plot. He likes to think about the drama.

Some actors just need to act well in the play. Di Lan is an actor with his own unique ideas, and he has to reflect on his plays and seek innovation.

Back then, "Firefly" didn't win the best movie, but it was just a little bit less touching.

Guo Pei'an didn't take Di Lan's suggestion seriously. After reading Di Lan's advice carefully, he made a special phone call back to Xie Linqi, "Lin Qi, you are really a good artist. If he becomes popular in the future I don’t know if there is any chance to work with him.”

Lynch was not surprised when he received a call from Guo Pei'an, "Director Guo, don't give him too much attention. The child is young and has just entered the industry, so he is easy to drift. You are his first Bole. If you think he is good, we will definitely cooperate again next time. "

Guo Pei'an sighed again for a while, and praised Di Lan incessantly. He praised Di Lan from the outside to the inside, and finally remembered something, "Such a good seedling, you have to pay close attention to his private life." .”

As far as the point is concerned, Guo Pei'an doesn't want to care too much.

Lynch responded and hung up the phone, private life?The kiss in the parking lot came to mind again, he raised his hand and touched his lower lip, looking a little dazed.

Di Lan was sitting on the set reading a book. To shoot a rainy scene at night, she had to roll twice on the ground. Before the filming started, Di Lan was still clean and fresh. She was sitting on a chair, holding a book with a milky white cover, with Turning on a small lamp, his side face was calm and devoted, not at all like the rebellious boy in the movie.

Ren Miao leaned over, "Existential psychotherapy?" The tone was very surprised, "Read such a profound book."

Di Lan closed the book with no expression on her face, "Just take a look."

Ren Miao has been in the group for a long time.

Acting requires emotional involvement. In the movie, Sheng Ying loves He Xiangyang deeply. Ren Miao is a bit involved in the play, and Di Lan is really good-looking.

Not only is he good-looking, Di Lan's every move has an indescribably attractive magic power. For example, now, he is wearing old clothes, yellowed canvas shoes, sitting on a simple chair on the set, and a low-quality lamp As soon as the small lamps were turned on, the whole person was elegant and noble. He spoke little, but his voice was magnetic. Ren Miao rarely spoke a few words to him outside the play, and he felt a little flattered.

"Can you understand? What is this about?" Ren Miao asked.

Di Lan lowered her eyes, touching the smooth pages of the book.

On the set, when he had a little time, he eagerly studied and researched. This is the third book about suicide that he has read in a month.

"The filming is about to start, all departments are preparing." The assistant director shouted.

"It's started," Ren Miao found herself a step down. She was in a good mood, with work first and beautiful children second. She said with a smile, "Come on."

Lynch parked his car outside the studio. He greeted him in advance, and entered the studio smoothly without being escorted.

Even though it was night, the studio was still very lively.

The high-pressure water gun slammed down the water, the huge fan blew out the wind and rain, and the light hit the person in the rain. Lynch saw Di Lan.

Di Lan was drenched all over, and the thin T-shirt was clinging to her body, revealing her muscular lines. She staggered as if she had been injured, and fell heavily to the ground.

Lynch could tell that Di Lan had really fallen.

The muddy ground was slippery and muddy. Di Lan struggled twice, as if she was exhausted and unable to get up, she just lay on the ground with her face up and laughed loudly.

"Crack!"

Following the command of the director, the water gun and fan stopped immediately, and the assistant hurriedly dragged the bath towel over to wrap Di Lan up.

Even though it was summer, it was still a little cold at night, and the water sprayed by the high-pressure water gun was particularly fishy. Di Lan wiped her nose and went to the back of the camera to look at the lens.

"Okay," Guo Pei'an said calmly, "this is it."

Di Lan took a closer look, "It seems that the light behind is too close, it looks a bit illusory and not realistic enough, let's have another one."

Guo Pei'an glanced at Di Lan and smiled slightly, "Okay, not bad."

Di Lan nodded, and all departments were ready to shoot again.

Standing outside the crowd, Lynch watched Di Lan take two more shots, followed by Ren Miao, and drenched back and forth for at least an hour.

When he was doing the mission last time, Lynch was so full of mission nodes that he never seriously visited Di Lan's class, and sometimes he wouldn't stare when he came.

It was the first time he saw Di Lan when he was filming.

It's like a different person.

With a serious expression, he squatted in front of the camera and carefully discussed with the director and the actresses who played the role, with focused eyes.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. I'll call it a day." Guo Pei'an nodded, Ren Miao laughed first, took a sip of the hot drink from the assistant, and said tremblingly, "Finally I can rest."

Di Lan took off the wrapped towel and rubbed her wet hair indiscriminately, and walked towards the chair next to him without saying a word. Just as he touched the pages of the book on the chair, an unbelievable voice came from behind him .

——"It's very hard work."

Di Lan subconsciously took off the towel to cover the chair, then turned around, looked at the person standing still in front of her, and dared to say the two words she was thinking, "Lynch?!"

There was a smile in Lynch's eyes, "Come to visit the class, temporarily, don't say anything, I didn't bring anything."

The staff was turning off the lights, and the bunches slid across Lynch's body. Di Lan only saw Lynch alone. He remembered the kiss in the underground parking lot, his heart was pounding, his eardrums vibrated, and he licked his lips, " Do you want supper?"

Di Lan lives in a hotel nearby. It is a three-star hotel and the conditions are very average. The crew can afford such a hotel. Di Lan, as the lead actor, doesn't have any special treatment. Ren Miao is better, she lives alone on the third floor , Di Lan lived on the second floor, right next to Guo Pei'an's room, so it was convenient for the play.

"You sit down first, I'll take a shower, and I'll have supper later." Di Lan's whole body was wet, really covered, from inside to outside, from head to toe, like a water ghost, tick-tick Yes, got into the bathroom with a towel in hand.

The bathroom is not big, so Di Lan stuffed the book on the towel rack, thought it wrong, then used two towels to cover the scroll, rubbing it in a messy state.

After looking back and forth a few times to make sure that even if Lynch came in, Di Lan would not find out, so Di Lan turned on the water and began to take a bath.

Lynch took a look at the whole room, unexpectedly it was well-organized and clean, two boxes were placed in the corner of the wall, the temporary hanger for the changed clothes was hung on the side, and the washed socks and underwear were neatly stored in small clips. Blow dry under air conditioner.

On the table next to the TV cabinet were two water glasses and a thick script covered with notes and notes.

The whole room didn't have the naughty and childish look of Di Lan.

This is another Di Lan.

The sound of water stopped after a while, and Lynch heard Di Lan's magnetic voice coming from the small bathroom, "Lynch, I forgot to get a change of clothes, please help me."

Lynch turned his head and opened his mouth to say yes, but when he opened his lips, no sound came out.

Di Lan's deep voice came from the bathroom again—"Forget it, they're all men, so I'll come right out."