Seventy two hundred

The shooting scene is big, and the director is the biggest.

Even though Guan Ming had every kind of reluctance in his heart, he had to obey the director's command at this moment.

He reached out and took RED, looking for an angle in front of him.

One after the other, they stood behind the far-sighted Porit, watching the afternoon sun burn like a raging flame, burning all the way from the sky.

Xu Tang clung close to Guan Ming, lightly touching the arms of Guan Mingju's machine with both hands, leading him to pan the camera from behind Poritt to the front, pointing to the farther horizon.

Xu Tang's fingers were slightly warm, covering Guan Ming's arm gently, and could touch his slightly obvious muscle lines.

The strong and powerful feel of a tall male body spread to Xu Tang's palm little by little.

To be honest, as a man, he was a little envious.

"Camera brings relationships", Xu Tang reminded softly in Guan Ming's ear, his voice was calm, majestic, and patiently tolerant: "From near to far, leave some room for the audience to imagine, don't just shoot face-to-face."

"Ah."

Guan Ming responded, and had no time to deny Xu Tang's accusations against Da Fei from the side, and reluctantly accepted Xu Tang's "pointing fingers".

Xu Tang didn't want to be too long-winded. When shooting, talking too much is easy to get angry.

Although Guan Ming is young, he is still a new photographer in Shanghai. He has photographed so many well-known corporate advertisements, so he is undoubtedly a dark horse.

However, by now he could tell that those who made commercials and those who made documentaries seemed to be two people from two different worlds.

The next few months probably won't be boring. Xu Tang only hopes that he and "Brother Ming" will collide with each other to produce more sparks of art.

Xu Tang walked a little farther, and spoke again, hooking Po Rit to talk more.

"Can we plant trees with you tomorrow morning?"

Xu Tang thought, it would be great if he could take pictures, as a restoration of the scene of planting trees and controlling sand in the past.

"Forget it." Uncle Borito's face regained a trace of indifference. He paused and said, "She doesn't like noise when there are too many people."

Just because the door was closed, it doesn't mean that there is no chance to see the needle.

Xu Tang paused for the time being, at worst, he would take his uncle to have a drink at night, "drunk away all grievances and enmities".

After briefly taking some shots of Bo Rit, Xu Tang stopped bothering and asked the village party secretary Na Risong to take them around the town and take some empty mirrors and group portraits.

Before returning to the hotel, Xu Tang gave Risong a gift of cigarettes, and proposed that he would like to invite Mr. Bo Rit to dinner tonight. He wanted to drink some wine with him, as an advance apology for causing trouble to Mr. Po in the next few days. present.

Xiaobala led Xu Tang and his party back to the hotel in the town first.

The hotel is a bit old, but it is the highest-grade one in the local area. There is a huge signboard at the door, and the Mongolian language is winding on it.

According to the specifications of the crew and the status of everyone in the "Jianghu", Xu Tang and Guan Ming both lived in a separate room with a big bed, and the others lived in pairs and lived in their own standard rooms. .

Everyone lived on the 5th floor, and other people's rooms were close to the elevator, and it was only two steps away after turning a corner. However, Xu Tang and Guan Ming, who enjoyed the treatment of a double bed room, were assigned to the innermost part of the corridor.

"Xiaoguan", Xu Tang pulled the luggage and walked side by side with Guan Ming, asking casually, "How is your alcohol tolerance, can you have a drink?"

Guan Ming looked sideways and answered briefly: "It's okay."

Xu Tang nodded thoughtfully: "That's good. Come with me in the evening. Let's have a drink with Uncle Bo, and try to get him to agree to take us to shoot for two more days from morning till night."

Guan Ming's room arrived, 8520, he swiped his card with a beep, and the door opened.

"Okay", before pulling the luggage into the door, Guan Ming gave Xu Tang a condescending look: "You decide."

Xu Tang's drinking capacity is not small, but he is not good enough to drink an Inner Mongolian.

It was only after drinking the second round that he realized that he had underestimated others and overestimated himself.

This meal was too much, all kinds of beef and mutton were served on the table desperately, Xu Tang even hiccupped with a smell of cumin.

When you come to the dinner table in Inner Mongolia, of course you must drink the wine first.

That day Song was in a particularly good mood, trying to persuade Xu Tang to drink, and told Xu Tang their local rule of "dancing without drinking".

The whole room was overly excited.

The mayor of Arishan is the best drinker, leading his subordinates to pay rounds of respect, beating Xu Tang and the others to death, and kept worrying: "It's because we didn't take good care of it, we must let you guys drink deliciously. !"

It doesn't matter whether Guan Ming drinks well or not, but he thinks Xu Tang should drink well.

He glanced at Xu Tang, who smiled warmly and stood up again holding the cup.

In fact, regardless of the size of the wine shop, for Guan Ming, if the wine can't be drunk comfortably, but also can be accompanied by a smile and can withstand respect, then drinking is a burden to him.

Although his capacity for alcohol is surprisingly good.

But for Xu Tang, drinking probably can't be regarded as a burden.

The way of counting is sincere, and the way of counting is friendly.

Xu Tang on the wine table is very handsome and meticulous.

He talked about it, but he didn't really come back. He always took Guan Ming to drink, or Mr. Han, or someone else. Most of the time, he would do it by himself. He is a person who even takes care of people when he drinks. A very gentle man.

Considerate enough to make people care.

One glass after another, in this strong and spicy wine, Guan Ming could feel a little bit of Xu Tang's kindness, not deliberate, not for anyone's exclusive and special, more like the kind that goes deep into the bone.

It was rare for Porit, who had been drinking, to relax, occasionally smiling, and throwing a little kind look at the people who were laughing and toasting each other during the banquet.

Guan Ming accompanied Xu Tang and paid back to several people, and talked a lot with Po Rit, feeling that Po Rit was gradually letting go, but Xu Tang also seemed to be a little drifting.

Xu Tang didn't look good when he drank, and the more he drank, the paler his face became, but his eyes were still obviously red.

There was still a sip of wine in the glass, and he brought it to his mouth to suffocate it, so the corners of his lips were wet, and his eyes were also wet.

Xu Tang stood up, standing firmly, with a faint smile on his face, but said in his mouth: "I'll put some water, and smoke a cigarette to sober up."

He lowered his head and passed his eyes slowly to Fang Fei and Xiao He: "You two girls, as well as Mr. Han and Xiao Guan, please accompany me. I will come as soon as I go."

Xu Tang came out of the toilet and walked outside the restaurant, tearing at the collar of his T-shirt as he walked, the smell of alcohol rising from his body, hot on his face, making his chest tight.

He stood outside to air himself, watching the Kanchuan town turn from bustling to quiet after 11 o'clock at night.

There was wine in his eyes. He saw the tall trees nearby with luxuriant foliage, and the feasting lights not far away seemed to be opened up with a large aperture. The depth of field was small, all blurred, and the stars were dotted with the haze of night.

Suddenly, he felt a burst of oppression from behind.

Guan Ming walked up to him, took out a box of Yellow Crane Tower 1916, held the cigarette holder and brought it to Xu Tang's mouth.

"Director, you drank too much."

Under Xu Tang's not-so-completely drunken eyes, Guan Ming fiddled with the lighter while serving the smoke between Xu Tang's moist red lips.

Guan Ming raised the corners of his mouth and smiled in front of Xu Tang for the first time. It was very light, but his eyes were intense.

"Give you a taste of mine."