Little Slag Rebirth

When a group of people arrived at the destination with large and small bags of equipment, they all had a strange sense of time travel, and when the president took the lead and led everyone to the place where they stayed during this period, this feeling was even stronger.The fellow screenwriter tightened the shoulder straps of his backpack, "President, President, shall we live here?"

Zhou Xin raised his head vigorously, "That's right!"

Behind her was a mottled and old temple, a gust of wind blew up and rolled up scattered grass branches and a few leaves, the editor didn't know what to imagine, and his face turned pale, "This place... .” Can’t live in people?

As if in response to his words, the door of the temple was slowly opened from the inside, and there was a "squeak—" sound during the rotation of the door shaft, as if it had been eroded by time and was overwhelmed. Yawning and looking at the crowd, his face still looked sleepy.

Zhou Xin stepped forward and took out his ID to talk to the little monk. After listening to Zhou Xin's words, the little monk waved to everyone, then turned around and began to lead the way.

The little screenwriter had a pale face, with cold sweat on his forehead, "President..." That's very pitiful.

Zhou Xin stepped over, reached out and patted the little screenwriter who was about the same height as himself, "There is only one temple in the surrounding area of ​​more than ten miles. I have contacted them in advance, and they can stay overnight. Fortunately, this is the case, otherwise we would We're going to pitch a tent."

The editor took a deep breath and walked in with everyone. A gust of wind blew by, bringing a bit of coolness, and the courage that was finally summoned just now was completely vented—let’s go to live in a tent, isn’t it true? Does anyone think that this place is very eerie and eerie, suitable for shooting ghost stories? !

Mu Lianxia glanced at the little screenwriter sympathetically, classmate, your imagination is too strong to hurt you.

Stepping up the gray stone steps, he sighed and shook his head, wondering how Zhou Xin found such a wonderful place.

A gentle voice suddenly sounded in my ears, with an indescribable meaning, "Aren't you afraid?"

Mu Lianxia frowned secretly, but stared at him steadfastly, the young master has died once, he is afraid of wool!

The boy stared like a cat with fried fur. Those amber-like bright eyes were round and round, making people want to tease him and stretch out his hands to smooth his fur.Tang Yufeng still had a perfect smile on his face, and he didn't look angry at all when he was stared at. "Aren't you afraid?" He glanced at the shy little screenwriter, "That's really brave."

The young man turned his head to avoid the hand, pursed his lips tightly, his slender eyelashes left bright and dark shadows on his fair face, and he walked forward without saying a word.An old temple, really nothing to be afraid of, compared to it, he felt that the person who asked the question just now was dangerous.

Even if there are ghosts, the most terrifying thing will always be people.

Tang Yufeng looked at his empty hand, the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared, he clenched his fingers a little bit, and just now he wanted to rub the boy's shiny black hair... Heh, such a tender thing , It really doesn't suit me.

When he came to the room, Mu Lianxia put down his backpack and looked around. It was a very small room. The people living next door to him were all fellows from this club. That boy Feng Xin also followed. She is extremely determined to live next to Zhang Lulu.

I didn't expect such an old temple to have quite a lot of rooms. Although they are small, they are very clean, and it can be seen that they are often cleaned.Looking at the skillful movements of the little monk just now, maybe this temple also works part-time as a hotel?After all, this is the only place in the surrounding area where there are people. Occasional tourists and donkey friends should all come to stay overnight.

Opening the backpack, Mu Lianxia began to take out everything, such as mosquito repellent, eye drops, toiletries, a change of underwear, an umbrella, and snacks... Why is there a quilt, Qin When did uncle stuff it in?Thinking of Uncle Qin's uneasy look before he left, Mu Lianxia smiled. If he hadn't tried his best to insist and stop him, Uncle Qin would really move his family here. A lot of things were stuffed.

The young man spread the quilt on the bed and sighed in his heart, Uncle Qin...

That night, covered with Uncle Qin's loving quilt, Mu Lianxia woke up to dawn.

The next day was not sunny, but rather gray. Zhou Xin thought about it for a while and decided to continue filming, because they didn't have enough time because of the revision of the script.

The little writer was hitting the reflector with trembling legs, his complexion was not very good, and the two thick dark circles under his eyes showed his unsatisfactory sleep quality last night.

Looking at the effect of the scene just now, Zhou Xin frowned and called to stop the next scene. She looked at the editor and said, "Come here."

After being called out by the president, the eyelids that were so heavy that they were about to stick together immediately gained the strength to open. The screenwriter was a little at a loss, clenched the reflector in his hand, and walked up to Zhou Xin step by step, waiting The president's fire jet.He knew that he was in a bad state, the sun was not bright enough today, his work was even more important, but last night his mind was full of all sorts of supernatural events, and he couldn't sleep at all.

He raised his eyes and took a peek at Xia Zhouxin, and quickly lowered his head after just one glance?

If she knew what he was thinking, maybe Zhou Xin would have been really angry on the spot. Of course, she didn't know the little screenwriter's psychological activities. She took the reflector in the small screenwriter's hand, and the president angrily ordered: "You, Go back and lie down!"

Eh? ! !

The little screenwriter finally returned to the room staggeringly, still thinking, how could the president let himself rest instead of getting angry with him, this is unscientific.What?The face that was as black as the bottom of a pot just now?Compared with the constant bombardment and shelling, it was just a gentle breeze and a drizzle, okay? !

Here, the president sent the little screenwriter back to sleep, and he held up the reflector himself, signaling to everyone, "Let's do that scene again."

Seeing Zhou Xin playing in person, Mu Lianxia was not surprised.The people who came together this time have their own jobs. The boy Feng Xin stalked Lulu's sister so hard that he had to follow him. There was almost no extra manpower, and because of the weather today, if he wanted to continue filming , the work of a small screenwriter is indispensable, but not everyone can replace it, so it is only natural that Zhou Xin will be on top.

Just like the little screenwriter, he was surprised that Zhou Xin didn't get angry and scolded, and let the little screenwriter go to rest.Thinking back, Zhou Xin didn't grab his collar and yell "I'll kill you if you don't perform well, grandma" in the scene where I was stuck many times. Instead, I stopped to analyze it for myself, even if it was the first time I met Although the screenwriter training was a little exaggerated, it later proved that the script did have room for improvement.

This person has a bad temper, has a high self-esteem, and is one-of-a-kind, but he is extremely serious about his work. If you pick out the central idea of ​​those fiery words, you will find that every sentence is on the point.Mu Lianxia looked up at the gray sky, this... is that no one is perfect.

Zhou Xin had to follow the whole scene, and had to keep adjusting her position. After a long time, the back of the red slim shirt was soaked, but she herself seemed to be unaware of her situation, and her hand holding the board was not at all. Trembling, as if the one who was constantly sweating was not her.

Mu Lianxia's eyes glanced at the pair of one-inch-high leather boots under the president's feet, and she couldn't help but sigh, this person is really strong.

Finally finished filming this scene, the president, who was still full of energy a moment ago, immediately collapsed, Zhang Lulu, who had been waiting at the side for a long time, immediately handed over the prepared water and towel, and rubbed the shoulders of the tired and paralyzed president graciously .After kneading for a while, Zhou Xin seemed to recover, and shook her head to Zhang Lulu. Girl Lulu reluctantly took her hand away, and went to the side to finish her lunch.

Mu Lianxia didn't know why he walked over. He sat next to Zhou Xin, took the snack that Uncle Qin brought for him, and motioned to the people next to him, "Do you want to eat?"

Zhou Xin raised his eyebrows and was not angry. He took one and put it in his mouth, "...not bad." Then he took another one, "Well, this one is matcha flavored,"

Mu Lianxia also picked up one and ate it slowly, "Actually, you don't have to follow the whole game, don't other people know how to do it too?"

"In today's situation, other people can't do it. The one who was finally trained and trained is not strong enough to fight. Of course I have to go up by myself." The president gave him a half-smile, "Do you think I think so? Tired to death... But, I don't like flaws in my work even more."

"Then..." Why did you let that little screenwriter go to rest?

Mu Lianxia hesitated to speak, he felt that it would be too stupid to ask this question.

Zhou Xin seemed to understand what Mu Lianxia was going to ask, and she answered naturally: "What if you don't let him go back and lie down? He can't do anything like that, tsk, I'm still waiting for him to wake up and continue What about his job. Could it be that you think I'm kind-hearted? Cut, aunts don't have such things as sympathy. "

Sure enough, you just want to squeeze the labor force better...

However, although the president is usually exaggerated, when it comes to work, he is surprisingly reliable.

The boy took another bite of the snack, um, it was delicious.

Tang Yufeng, who was in the distance, looked at the boy squinting his eyes and eating dim sum happily, and couldn't help wondering, is it really so delicious? He looks... very satisfied.

The young man turned his eyes and turned his gaze to the rolling hills. The verdant forests were covered in mist and turned into the color of black ink, but the big amber eyes of the young man flashed in his heart, which was really a bright color.

So bright...that he couldn't look straight at it.

The author has something to say: about the [Do you want a snack] article:

Feng Xin [Stare——]: "Lianxia's dim sum looks delicious..."

Sister Lulu: "He won't give it to you."

Feng Xin: "Why?"

Sister Lulu: "Lianxia is bribing the president with dim sum, you understand~~"

--far away--

Tang Zha: "I want to eat too..."

——In front of the computer——

Mou Bai: "Sajia also wants to eat it!"

ps: I received a notice from the editor yesterday that "Little Slag" will enter V next Monday, and I suddenly feel so emotional...

Although the schedule has been messy recently, Sajia will work hard to save manuscripts!On Monday, the third update or something... The notice and if you want it, it is posted on the homepage. Girls who want to see it can go and have a look.

Finally—Xiao Yunsang, Sajia has an update today~↖(^ω^)↗