The film king won't get up until I kiss him [Rebirth]

"Card!"

Guan Mingli raised his hand in satisfaction: "Ready to take a picture."

The assistant rushed up to help Wu Xingyan up, and wiped his sweat with a clean handkerchief. Even though it was autumn, this heavy costume was still too hot.

Wu Xingyan lowered his head, half-closed his eyes, like a puppet on a string, feeling very depressed.It took several seconds before he regained his energy, showed a smile, and told the nearby staff that it was hard work.

"What happened just now?" A little girl asked the senior beside her.

Fang Ningjie came back to his senses, looked in the direction of the sound source, and found that it was a little girl who was in charge of clothing, one of them couldn't help but interjected and replied, "He's in the play."

The little girl was surprised at first, and then looked at Wu Xingyan with a look of admiration, her eyes blushing: "That's great, he really is a male god with equal acting skills and good looks!"

The senior beside her didn't answer, but just glanced at Fang Ningjie strangely.

Fang Ningjie was startled when he was sized up, and belatedly thought: Now he is just a little transparent screenwriter, he is no longer the former Jiang Mu...

He collected himself and decided to shut his mouth and stop talking.

There was still a 15-minute break before the next shot. Wu Xingyan sat on the rocking chair outside the main hall, and Guan Mingli stood next to him. The two of them opened and closed their mouths, but they didn't know what to say.

Fang Ningjie was standing in the corner, with nothing on his head except a halo engraved with the words Wu Xingyan. It was precisely because of this that people came and went, and his sense of presence was almost zero.

He suddenly felt that here, without Wu Xingyan's company, he was quite lonely.

Of course, this is just talking, Fang Ningjie shook his head, and planned to go back to the dormitory to continue revising his script. After watching a scene by Wu Xingyan, he was inspired.

He was just about to turn around and leave when he saw three or four people walking towards Wu Xingyan and them surrounded by a suit and leather shoes.

Wu Xingyan also put down the script in his hand and stood up to say hello.

It seems that the background is not small.

The owner of the sunglasses first greeted them politely, and then began to cut into the topic. Fang Ningjie didn't quite hear what he said, but Guan Mingli showed a rare embarrassment and embarrassment on his face.

"I also know that you have difficulties, brother, but I don't have much wish, just this little." The boss stretched out his thick fingers and pinched the index finger and thumb together weakly, "You don't know how to do this, brother." Can't fulfill me?"

Guan Mingli scolded this fat-headed, brainless pig thousands of times in his heart, sighed resentfully, and clicked his tongue a few more times, "Brother, it's not that I won't help you, it's just that our teacher, you know, has a bad temper. We are old and have old qualifications, people like us dare not play the script."

"Hi! What's this?" The owner of the sunglasses waved his hand, showing a little impatience on his face, "Didn't you hire a teacher Fang? Besides, it's just a matter of adding a new character! Why let that Fuck!"

Minutes...

Fang Ning was silent.

"Oh, aren't you embarrassing others?" Guan Mingli's face remained unchanged, and he slyly threw the topic on Fang Ningjie, "Xiao Fang was brought into the group to study, how did he do the math!"

Xiao Fang...where did he make the numbers...

Fang Ningjie twitched the corner of his mouth.

When it comes to Fang Ningjie, Wu Xingyan's face is a bit ugly, "Who said that, I think it's pretty good."

Guan Mingli was so depressed that he was about to suffer internal injuries, so he had to signal with his eyes: Brother, don't mess up the stage, please!

"Ouch! I just like Mr. Wu's straightforward temper!" The owner of the sunglasses clapped his hands, and his face was wrinkled with a smile, "Then it depends on Mr. Fang's hard work."

Fang Ningjie: wtf? ?

The owner of the sunglasses smiled for a while, then leaned down and said something else.

Guan Mingli's face looked better now, and the two of them talked and laughed, and walked out in a friendly manner.

Fang Ningjie clicked his tongue twice in his heart, turned around inadvertently, and saw Wu Xingyan's eyes floating on him, and he didn't hide when he was spotted, showing him a warm smile.

He thought to himself, good boy, it really was pushed to him on purpose.

From being brought into the group, to being assigned a dormitory, and now the opportunity to show his talents, Wu Xingyan gave him too many things, so much that he couldn't hold it with both hands.

Fang Ningjie sighed quietly, how can he repay this favor?

Because of the "capriciousness" of the investor, the crew had to add an extra actress.Although it seems insignificant to just add a girl who weighs less than 120 pounds, there is a lot of knowledge in it.

Where to put her?Heads or tails?When will you play?When is the best time to get paid?

It’s like a complete jigsaw puzzle. Now we need to add a new piece to it. How to break the next piece to fit her in. What is the broken area to keep the originality to the maximum?These are all issues he has to consider.

Guan Mingli quickly sent people away and came back to look for Fang Ningjie. His face was as ugly as a pig's liver. He tugged at his collar, and his voice was gloomy, "Damn bastard, take this opportunity to kill me..."

He raised his head and said in a somewhat aggressive tone, "You can find a corner for that woman, as long as the ending is over, it's fine if you can fool that bastard, it's fine if you can't write it well, at worst, it will be edited later, cut it first and play it later."

Well, now he knows, now is how to break the new cube to the maximum, let her be turned into a small piece, embedded in it.

"Just book a servant girl next to the queen. She will appear in three or four episodes. Don't give too much, and don't give too little. Then I will appear stingy." Guan Mingli wiped his face and told him worriedly, "You have something in your heart. Number, I will push all her roles to the day after tomorrow, you will be kicked out tomorrow, and the actors have to memorize their lines, you understand?"

Fang Ningjie responded.

Only then did Guan Mingli feel relieved to report to the original screenwriter.

"Don't worry, I believe you can," Wu Xingyan approached with a gentle tone, "There will be a lot of ups and downs in the future, you have to learn to get used to it."

Fang Ningjie's heart warmed, and he smiled at him.

Wu Xingyan's heart moved, and he really wanted to touch his hair, but there were so many people on the set, it was difficult to do it, so he could only wave to Fang Ningjie regretfully.

Not far away, the makeup artist was about to vomit blood: Come here quickly!It's not easy for me to start a small stove without finishing my makeup!

Inserting a character in the finished script is not difficult to say, but easy to say.

The easy thing is that he is really proficient in this kind of thing; the hard thing is that he didn't have to waste a lot of time on it today, and... no nap.

It is really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who hear it.

He shook his head, turned and left.

"Okay." The makeup artist gently brushed Wu Xingyan's face with a loose powder brush, and heaved a sigh of satisfaction, "It's finished, I can go to sleep for a while."

"I still have two more in the afternoon. Besides, if you rest so early, you won't be afraid that Director Guan will find fault with you?" Wu Xingyan smiled.

The make-up artist snorted lightly: "What are you afraid of! With my apprentice here, are you afraid that you won't be able to support the scene?"

The little boy behind him shrank back, looking a little shy.

Wu Xingyan smiled and said, "Why do you bully others for nothing?"

"Where's the bullying!" The makeup artist glared at him, and said confidently, "The apprentice is there to honor the master, otherwise, why raise him?"

The little boy poked his probe, muttering something in his mouth.

Wu Xingyan was overjoyed.

There was a small commotion not far away, which stopped after a few seconds.

Before Wu Xingyan could turn his head, he heard a familiar voice ringing in his ears.

"Are you tired from filming?" Fu Zhan said as he stood behind him with a smile, carrying a box of high-quality Longjing and a fruit basket.