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Getting money back is easier said than done.A few true fans of the support club who are not for money, when they heard that Brother Ten would not let them spend money, and even paid them a refund out of their own pockets, their first reaction was unbelievable.

This, this is incredible, right?

I have never heard of any idol making this.

It can be said that the vast majority of fans and celebrities have formed a tacit relationship between spending money and being spent. Advertising, pushing data, and abusing fans are the norm. Standing up and letting fans consume rationally is already quite remarkable.

There are also people who pour money into it?

The supporters who were the first to know the news were deeply moved. They sympathized with each other in the group and praised people until midnight. Afterwards, they were worried. The money came, how can I get it back?

Also, this matter can’t really go out of the circle, the marketing account can’t say good things, and the deeds of Brother Ten’s favorite fan may become “low comparison behavior of worrying about the sales volume” in their mouths, or even a little too much He would directly make fun of "I know that my house is full of xxj and I can't krypton gold".

Fortunately, there are traces for every order of owhat. The global support clubs and local support clubs, after a few days of responsibility in batches, finally returned all the money.

Brother Ten's face is insured: "I'm on 2G, why did I suddenly receive a refund? The note also said that I invite you to read a magazine."

Yun Xindu: "Me too, what's going on? Is it Brother Ten's magazine?"

The money-scattering boy Jiang Qiushi: "Don't talk about it, you go to the announcement of the support club and keep a low profile. I was in a complicated mood because of this incident all afternoon, so I temporarily changed my ID to commemorate it."

Yi Yu: "To be honest, I was just a passer-by fan. This time, because the magazine cover date came to me, I planned to buy a book for collection. It was only 20 yuan from the support club. I really didn't expect him to I will pay my own money back, just... I really want to cry, why is he so nice? I really just want to be a passerby fan."

Refunds are not a one-day process. The support club called for staff to sort out the money in batches and sorted it out a little bit. It took about three or four days.In the past few days, Maple Leaf, who suddenly received money, always posted a question on Chaohua, so the discussion on this matter on Chaohua's homepage never stopped.

……

After observing for a period of time, the studio finally reported again that all the money had been returned.

Jiang Qiushi was busy with filming, and felt relieved after hearing the result, and went back on stage with a flick of his robe.

The timeline of this scene is even earlier, at least the young actors don't need to play.What was photographed today is the story of Liu Xinghua's parents when they were young.

Ah Xiang took away Xuanxuan who was clinging to his boss: "Adults are filming, children should not watch."

Xuanxuan struggled for a while, was taken away obediently, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "I have also filmed a movie, why can't I watch it?"

Ah Xiang bluffed him with a serious face: "Because it's going to be an adult movie, the kind that children can't watch."

Xuanxuan:?

Xuanxuan blushed after realizing it, and obediently walked behind Ah Xiang.

Hearing this, those who didn't know thought they were going to shoot some indescribable scenes that needed to be cleared.

Ah Xiang looked left and right with a guilty conscience, and slipped away leading the children.

After the little girl, Xuanxuan's exclusive assistant, helped to move things, she looked back with a dazed expression: Where did this little guy go?

Speaking lines in his mouth, performing movements with his body, a man in a long mandarin jacket with a sense of vulnerability and bookishness on his body came from the corner of the street, and the camera followed silently along the slide rail.

Hot white smoke is wafting from the steamer at the roadside stall, and the peddler shouted loudly: "Buns~ Freshly baked buns..."

There was a family of five sitting on the street, dressed in ragged clothes, and a few dirty children swallowed, with longing in their eyes.

On the other side, a few immature girls dressed as adults were lined up by middle-aged men and women with fierce faces at the door, and they were able to skillfully throw a few glances at the passing men and cover them with rough beauty round fans smile.

It's not easy for the director to find this kind of extras. He doesn't want to make an anti-Japanese drama, but wants to come up with a realistic TV drama of the Republic of China. The road is specially sprinkled with soil to make it dirty, and those actors who are already dark-skinned are lying on the ground. All of them are carefully selected bony group performers, together with the freshly plastered plaster, it is shocking to see them at a glance.

The man couldn't bear to look any longer, he hurried past all the way, turned a corner, and arrived at the gate of a school.

It seemed to be a girls' school, and female students wearing standard long skirts and two shofar braids kept coming out of it. The girls talked to each other and said goodbye to each other.

He looked up at the sky, saw that it was still early, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Qiongli, why are you here?" The pretty girl walked up to him with a book in her arms, and smiled slightly.

The man was Liu Xinghua's father, Liu Qiongli. He lowered his head in embarrassment, his eyes averted: "Mother asked me to pick you up."

The girl smiled sweetly: "Okay, let's talk as we walk."

In the era of raging wars, poor people who have fled can be seen everywhere.

The young girl——Liu Xinghua's mother grew up with Liu Qiongli as a childhood sweetheart when she was young, and they didn't have much taboo against each other.The two walked side by side with a palm distance between their shoulders.

The content of their conversation was just as beautiful and romantic as they looked handsome and beautiful on the outside.

"Pingzhen, what are you learning in school now?" Liu Qiongli asked, "I heard that it is a foreign teacher who tells you to learn from God."

Song Pingzhen nodded: "Yes, I have to pray every day and learn to sing hymns."

"Apart from these? For example, did you learn arithmetic?"

"Of course, my math score is the first in the class. In addition, I have to learn a lot of foreign languages. Every month, the school will organize us to make some Western-style pastries. It just so happens that we will have baking day tomorrow."

Song Pingzhen gradually stopped, her childish face was stained red at this moment, her eyes seemed to be floating around as if she couldn't find a place to rest, and finally she reluctantly cast them on the face of the pale and innocent man beside her.

"You, do you want to come together?" The most beautiful is nothing but the tenderness of a young girl. When Song Pingzhen looked at him, there was an unstoppable smile in her eyes, but she tried her best to be more solemn to her sweetheart.

Liu Qiongli stared at her quietly, as if looking at a treasure in the world, reluctant to look away.

"Okay," he heard himself say.

……

"Crack! It's over." The director praised, "Xiao Jiang, I didn't expect you to be quite good at making emotional scenes."

The man who was pale just now seemed to be much healthier for a moment, and smiled: "I can also act in other roles."

"Hiss—what a big tone!" The director was addicted to the drama, and immediately jumped up and made a gesture, pointing at the other party with two fingers and a sword: "Say, how many times have you talked? Truthfully recruited—"

This topic quickly made everyone prick up their ears.

Jiang Qiushi: "..."

Jiang Qiushi: "The poor monk has been a monk since he was a child, and he has never talked about it."

The director didn't hold back, and couldn't help laughing out loud. Other people around who wanted to inquire about gossip quickly calmed down and also laughed in good faith.

Filming is tiring and boring, and everyone always likes to have some fun when they have nothing to do.

Outside the arena, Xuanxuan tugged Ah Xiang's sleeve, raised his head and asked, "Brother Ah Xiang, is Brother Jiang a monk?"

Ah Xiang held back his laughter, knelt down and said quietly, "That's right."

Xuanxuan was puzzled: "Then why didn't he shave his head?"

Ah Xiang couldn't help pinching his thigh to prevent him from laughing out loud, and said seriously: "It was shaved, and now it has grown back."

Xuanxuan gasped, his eyes shocked: "Then he won't be able to marry a wife in the future?"

The staff who eavesdropped on the conversation laughed like crazy.

"Hahahaha Brother Xiang, you are not afraid of being heard, be careful about deducting your salary."

Oh yes.

Ah Xiang insisted and told: "Xuan, look, I am so kind to you, don't tell your brother Jiang what you said just now, okay?" hand, "Come here, pull the hook."

"What can't you say?" someone asked behind him.

Ah Xiang jerked violently, and his body reacted before his brain started to work: "Hi, boss, thank you for your hard work."

Jiang Qiushi stared at the other party suspiciously, Ah Xiang only felt that he was going to be pierced by the boss's sharp eyes, so he had an idea, and raised Xuan Xuan to block him: "There is no boss, just Xuan Xuan finished his homework I want to check on you."

Xuanxuan kicked his legs in mid-air and shouted: "It's not that I don't have it! I haven't written it yet!"

Jiang Qiushi took the child and put it down on the ground: "Just do your homework if you haven't written it, and you'll finish it in a few days."

Xuanxuan wanted to cry, but walked ahead holding Jiang Qiushi's hand, not forgetting to turn around and make a face at Ah Xiang.

This wicked adult.

Jiang Qiushi returned to the set after handing over the person to the assistant.In order to catch up with the schedule, these days are all day and night upside down, filming big night scenes and rushing to work. During the day, it is fine, but at night Xuanxuan refuses to go back, so he sleeps in Jiang Qiushi's nanny car. Hengdian is not quiet at night, he often sleeps badly, Now I am writing and writing, raising my hand and yawning.

The sky suddenly darkened slowly, the dark clouds lowered a little bit, and the wind that was blowing seemed to have some moisture on it.

The crew on the set thought it was bad, this is the rhythm of rain!

what happened?How did you organize it in the first place?

Today's filming is an outdoor scene, if the rain damages some non-waterproof machines, let alone a day's arrangement, the cost of these machines alone will cost tens of thousands.

The coordinator is also in a hurry, how did he know that the weather forecast is not accurate?

For a while, every street in Hengdian was full of voices clamoring to collect things.

In any case, the exterior scenes could not be filmed. A group of people helped to transport the things to the small rented building. The scene recorder was busy recording, coordinating and directing other staff to help with the layout, planning to make mistakes and shoot a few interior scenes.

It's all here, don't let it go to waste.

I really don’t know whether to say they were lucky or unlucky. As soon as everyone moved all their things into the building, the big raindrops fell straight down, crackling and smashing up the dust on the ground, and soon, the ground turned into a winding rush Standing water under the brush.

"Why don't we just shoot this show." Several crew leaders murmured. "We don't need artificial rainfall, and we save a lot of water bills."

Jiang Qiushi didn't express his opinion. After receiving the notice, he flipped through the script and went down with the makeup teacher to make changes and change clothes.

The rain in TV dramas has always been wonderful, and it is usually born with the protagonist's depressed mood. Every protagonist seems to be the heroine in Mary Su's novel.When you are happy, the sun shines brightly, and when you cry, the sky sheds tears together.

So, this is another crying scene, a crying scene in the rain.

Liu Qiongli wanted to marry Song Pingzhen, who grew up with his childhood sweetheart, but his parents thought that a woman like Song Pingzhen who went to a Western-style school was restless, not a good wife and mother, and Liu Qiongli was not healthy since she was a child.Liu's mother specially picked a traditional and capable girl from a relative's house, and ordered Liu Qiongli to marry her.

On one side is the beloved girl, and the initial contact with the new ideas of freedom of marriage and love in the West;

"Qiong'er, you are confused." Mother Liu was crying while leaning on a cane.

"Being a father and mother, can you still harm you? We have met that girl. She is hardworking and capable, so she can take good care of you in the future, and be a good wife and mother."

"That Miss Song is good, but can she take care of you? Can she take care of the family?"

Mother Liu tremblingly held her son's palm with wrinkled orange-peel hands. It was still the same as when she was a child, so thin, so cold, so cold that it broke her heart.

His frail and sickly son knelt on the ground and let her hold hands, unwilling to get up.Liu's mother was getting old, so she carefully bent down together, so frightened that Liu Qiongli got up immediately, letting her mother hold her hand.

She held that hand, pressed it against her face, and stood up with wet hands: "Do you have the heart to make mother sad?"

Qiong'er suffered from inadequacy since she was a child. Since she was a child, she and her husband were reluctant to let their son suffer a little bit, and they raised him pampered. If they find another delicate daughter-in-law, how will the young couple live after a hundred years?

Liu Qiongli is not in good health and has never knelt since she was a child.Jiang Qiushi swayed slightly when he got up, his knees trembled slightly, he swallowed the cough he wanted to cough, lowered his head, and let his mother teach him a lesson.

When he looked up again, his eyes were filled with tears, which made his already haggard face weaker and precarious.

"Mom, I just want her."

"I'm a man, so I should take care of her. She has a good temper and is not squeamish."

"Nonsense!" Father Liu, who came down from the stairs, was furious when he heard this.

"Since ancient times, marriage has been decided by your parents. I think it's because you read too much about foreign devils, so that your mind is full of freedom."

"Father...it's not." The young man opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself.

"Let me tell you, you have to get married if you get married, or get married if you don't get married!" Father Liu yelled at his son angrily.

Liu Qiongli's face was numb, he lowered his head and stared at the ground, with a tear in the corner of his eye.He clenched his teeth and did not cry out, his face flushed red.

"Also, I have already told the Song family next door that they will find a good husband's family for Song Pingzhen soon, and they will not treat Miss Song badly." Seeing that his son did not object, Father Liu's anger finally subsided.

"Master—" Liu's mother was in a hurry, the young man was losing his temper, so why bother to irritate his son?

Liu Qiongli raised his head suddenly, his eyes were red: "What did you say?"

Father Liu said angrily: "You bastard! Is that how you talk to your parents?" Seeing that his expression was acceptable, he snorted heavily and left with a brush of his sleeves.

There was a bang outside, and the rain became heavier.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up while it's still raining." After one, the new assistant director urged.

Jiang Qiushi took off all the things on his body that might get in the water, the makeup artist reapplied the makeup, and after blowing the hair a little messy, it was OK.

Facing the strong wind, Jiang Qiushi came to the center of the yard and knelt down, surrounded by staff in raincoats.

When the slate fell, he punched his mouth and coughed lightly.

It doesn't take more than a minute for a person to be drenched by a bean-sized raindrop.Soon, the clothes on the man's body were completely soaked, sticking to every piece of flesh, and the black hair on his forehead was wet, curly and sticking to his pale cheeks. A lonely ghost crawling out.

He is a lonely ghost who can confuse people's minds.

The man blinked slowly, and the long eyelashes were covered with fine raindrops, which quickly formed into larger strings and rolled down.The young man didn't care if it was liquid from tears or rain, and only occasionally raised his hand to wipe it away.Later, Yue Mo caught a cold, covered his mouth and couldn't stop coughing until his ghostly pale cheeks flushed.

He looked pitiful and beautiful, his face was like a white pearl revealed under the gloomy and rainy sky.

Heart of beauty in everyone.Many staff members looked at that face and couldn't bear to leave their eyes.

Xuanxuan also stared, his small face slowly wrinkled, and shook Axiang's arm: "How long will he kneel?"

Seeing his distressed face, Ah Xiang was embarrassed to say that he looked weird, so he coaxed him: "Why don't you and sister Meiling go upstairs first? The filming will be done later."

This one waited for about ten minutes, and when he heard the sound that the work was finally over, Xuanxuan almost jumped and ran downstairs, and Meiling couldn't keep up with him, who had to check his watch in two or three minutes.

The little boy threw himself into the man's arms, and was pulled away in the next second.Jiang Qiu said ten times: "I'm dripping wet, you still come up to me and want to take a bath, don't you?"

It was late, and Xuanxuan was also covered in water stains. He knew he was stupid, so he scratched his head and smiled cutely and innocently.

Jiang Qiushi refused items such as towels, hair dryers, wrapped in a blanket and stood under the eaves, waiting for the director to playback the monitor.

If it fails, you need to retake it.

Today the wind and rain are particularly heavy, and the trees in the yard are blown like willows.Jiang Qiushi stood under the eaves, staring in a daze at the fallen leaves.

A steady stream of raindrops slipped from the hair and dripped into the blanket, leaving a small circle of dark water stains.

Ah Xiang couldn't persuade the other party to blow-dry his hair. Fortunately, he was prepared and made a cup of ginger tea and brought it over. He felt relieved when he saw the boss drink it.

Some people, on the surface, serve tea and water, but actually beg their grandpa to tell their grandma to ask their boss not to catch a cold or get sick.Fortunately, the director notified them that this was over, and Ah Xiang immediately led the boss upstairs to change the wet clothes.

"By the way, boss, someone called you earlier, but I didn't answer it." Seeing the other party coming out after changing clothes, sitting at the door and drying his hair, Ah Xiang said.

Jiang Qiu nodded and asked the other party to hold the hair dryer. He turned on the phone, and there was a missed call.

Remarks: Wei Ting Xue.