Twelve points of secret love for gl

The moonlight came in from the window and fell on the desk in front of the window, casting a piece of moon-white silver light. This is the most wonderful view tonight.

The room was pitch black, with only this smear of moonlight illuminating this corner.

Mi Xingwei was lying on the bed, looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window.For some reason, she had been exhausted all day, and when Zhang Yan sent her back just now, her eyelids were almost smeared, and now she actually felt a little insomnia.

Reaching out to find the phone under the pillow, the screen was brightly illuminating her face, she clicked on WeChat, slid down, and finally her finger landed on Tang Yian's dialog box.

Mi Xingwei clicked on it, and the last message was the location address she sent when she came to pick her up on the weekend.

After flicking her finger on the screen for a long time, Mi Xingwei typed a line on the typing box after hesitating:

【what are you doing? 】

I just deleted it after typing it, and replaced it with [Are you busy? 】

Seems a little too proactive?

Started to delete one word at a time——

I typed four or five texts, deleted, deleted, and revised, but none of them were satisfactory.

Mi Xingwei looked at the dialog box and sighed deeply.

It's already one o'clock, forget it, stop posting, go to sleep!

Throwing the phone on the quilt, she lifted the quilt and went to the bathroom.

When I came back, I suddenly saw the phone screen light up.

Mi Xingwei picked up the phone and caught a glimpse of Tang Yi'an sending a message.

She froze for a moment, and quickly opened the dialog box.

Tang Yi'an: [? 】

Mi Xingwei sat on the side of the bed in shock, watching Tang Yi'an send a big question mark.

Going up, it was 1 minute ago, I sent a [,]

!

When did she send a message? !

It should have just thrown the phone and accidentally touched the keyboard, and then sent a punctuation mark.

Mi Xingwei quickly replied: [Sorry, I pressed the wrong button[/囧]]

Tang Yian on the other end was in England, it was almost evening, when he saw the message on the dialog box, he pursed his lips and chuckled.

She typed on the keyboard and replied: [Why haven't you slept yet? 】

It's already late at night and early in the morning in China, and I pressed the wrong button... and it happened to be in her dialog box.

Tang Yi'an's eyes were stained with a smile, as if there was no money here.

After waiting for a long while, Tang Yi'an saw "The other party is typing..." on the top of the dialog box, backed off and deleted it, and only received the message after a long while:

[Just about to sleep. 】

Tang Yi'an: [Joining the crew on the first day, are you tired? 】

Mi Xingwei stared at the message on the dialogue box in a daze, Tang Yian knew she had joined the crew?It should be Zhang Yan who told her, or Huimin?

While he was in a daze, a call suddenly came on his phone.

It was Tang Yi'an calling.

The eerie gourd baby's bell sounded extremely loud in the silent night, Mi Xingwei was a little nervous, and hesitated for a while before pressing the connect button.

"Hey."

Tang Yi'an: "Why did you stay up so late?"

Mi Xingwei sat on the edge of the bed with her arms around her knees, looked down at the socks on her feet, and murmured, "I'm a bit insomnia."

Tang Yi'an said softly: "Joining the group on the first day, how do you feel?"

Mi Xingwei: "It's okay, I've never seen it before, it's quite fresh."

There is an illusion of reporting work.

Tang Yi'an hummed lightly, and said, "That's good."

After finishing speaking, there was a long silence, thousands of miles apart, time and space reversed day and night, at this moment, a strange feeling suddenly spread in my heart.

Tang Yi'an: "It's getting late over there, go to sleep."

Mi Xingwei responded, "Yes, I see."

"Good night." Tang Yi'an said.

"Good night..." Mi Xingwei pursed her lips, and suddenly asked again, "When are you coming back?"

One second before hanging up the phone, Tang Yi'an suddenly heard a slightly anxious voice asking her when she would go back.

She looked up at the sky and blue sea, and was in a trance for a moment.

"Miss me?" Tang Yi'an raised his eyebrows and asked suddenly changing direction.

Mi Xingwei was startled, and suddenly remembered what Zhang Yan said when she sent her back that night.

Tang Yian likes her.

Maybe it's the excitement late at night, or the distance of thousands of miles.

Mi Xingwei bravely said, "Yes, I miss you, when are you coming back?"

This time it was Tang Yi'an's turn to be stunned, the sunset light from the sky shone on his body, shimmering and shining brightly, making people unable to open their eyes.

The orange-yellow light poured down like molasses on the tip of her heart, and she pursed her lips and said with a smile, "I'll finish the matter here as soon as possible, and try for next week."

Mi Xingwei tried to calm down and said calmly, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

There was a gentle and low voice from the phone, "Good night."

After hanging up the phone, Mi Xingwei sat by the bed in a daze, looking at the bright moonlight outside the window on the bed.She stared at the brightness and felt that she was dreaming.

She probably understood the sentence just now.

Mi Xingwei was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling above her head with her eyes open, her insomnia seemed to be getting worse.

I don't know what time I fell asleep, I just felt drowsy, and when I was about to fall asleep, the alarm clock suddenly rang in my ear.

Alarm clock at 03:30.

It's the rhythm of death.

Mi Xingwei struggled to get up, her eyes were still open, her clothes were all put on by black lights, after washing, it was [-]:[-].

When the backpack opened, Zhang Yan was already waiting at the door on time.

Mi Xingwei yawned, didn't even have the energy to say hello, opened the door and got into the car, closed her eyes and leaned on the seat to rest.

Zhang Yan glanced at the person beside her, and saw that she closed her eyes and did not call her.

There were hardly any vehicles on the road in the early morning.

From the villa to the crew, it only took ten minutes.

The production crew was lively, a lot of people had already gathered in the studio, and everyone was queuing up for breakfast.

The scene to be filmed today is on the mountain, so everyone gathered at the foot of the mountain and prepared to go up the mountain before five o'clock to shoot the sunrise.

Mi Xingwei got out of the car, unable to lift her wobbly eyelids, covered her mouth with her hands and yawned again.

Zhang Yan looked at her: "Can you hold on?"

Mi Xingwei turned her head and nodded, "Yes. No matter what, I will persist."

Tang Yi'an said that she believed in her.

Zhang Yan leaned against the car window, pursed her lips and said, "Go, be careful when going up the mountain."

Mi Xingwei: "Understood."

Looking at the figure hidden in the crowd, Zhang Yan was dazed for a long time before rolling up the window, starting the car and driving away from the foot of the mountain.

This week, Mi Xingwei's school crew ran back and forth, almost spinning, and only slept for three or four hours a day, which lasted for four or five days.

At first she seemed sluggish, but in the next two days she was full of energy, her notes were full of experience, and she even took the initiative to ask her some questions.

Today's handwork is the earliest, and it will end after seven o'clock in the evening.Zhang Yan got out of the car, saw her dark circles, and teased: "Today is the last day, go back to catch up on sleep on the weekend, don't go out and let someone arrest you as a national treasure!"

Mi Xingwei looked down at the video just recorded on her phone, without raising her head, she said, "No, I've made an agreement with Director Song tomorrow morning, and I managed to persuade him to teach me how to capture the camera. I've been studying for a week, I found that the sense of the camera is especially important. In fact, what we saw on the set is quite different from what is shown in the camera. The director said that there is a lot of knowledge in it, and there will be a major scene tomorrow, so I have to come."

Zhang Yan sneered, "I've become an expert, it's up to you."

"This week is the first stage. How do you feel?" Zhang Yan asked as she picked up the car keys and walked out.

Mi Xingwei followed behind, walking quickly, and said: "My mind is a bit messy, it seems that there are many kinds of performances mixed together, but in a certain scene, I can't mobilize them all at once. I used to think that, Empathy is the most important thing in acting well.”

Zhang Yan froze for a moment, looked back at her, and asked, "Isn't that so?"

Mi Xingwei blinked her eyes, thought for a while and said, "Not exactly, it's a shortcoming if you are too good at empathy. We often feel that actors and characters are too immersed in it and can better interpret emotions. The director thinks The emotions are in place, and even the actors themselves have moved themselves, but not entirely. The opposite of the creator is the audience. In the final analysis, a movie is just a work, a commodity. As for the value of this created commodity, it depends on For the audience. We are all creators, if we don’t jump out of this box, with such empathy ability, will we just move ourselves?”

Mi Xingwei looked at Zhang Yan with doubts in her eyes, waiting for Zhang Yan to give her an opinion on what she said.

Zhang Yan smiled, "You're quite business-minded, and you're really a talent for being an actor."

Yes, very few people think about this. The task of an actor is to interpret the role, and to give the character the best state and emotion in his heart, which is to complete the task very well.

In the process of creation, the actor and the audience seem to be far apart, but there is a wonderful connection between the two. This connection requires a sense of balance, and there are many ways to achieve this sense of balance.

Some actors are born with this sense of balance, which is commonly known as the audience relationship, which is a natural connection between actors and audiences.

Such actors, that is to say, are blessed by God.

But this sense of balance and connection doesn't come in any other way than by nature.

Still need some acting skills.

This kind of skill is not aimed at the director's shooting skills, but at the actor's grasp of acting.Generally experienced actors are easier to grasp.

The camera sense mentioned by Mi Xingwei is also one of them, which is professionally based on theory.However, she has not received professional training, so she can only describe it based on her own feelings.

It was beyond Zhang Yan's expectation that she could realize this.

Perhaps, by accident, Mi Xingwei is the kind of person who is naturally suitable to be an actor.

Mi Xingwei chased after her and asked, "How is it? Is what I said reasonable?"

Zhang Yan opened the door, and Mi Xingwei got into the car and fastened her seat belt.

"Does it make sense? It's useless to just talk about it. After the weekend, start the second phase of training. I've already found you a role in the company's investment group, similar to Gu Shiwei. You go in and practice first."

Mi Xingwei was startled, turned around and asked, "Am I going to start acting?"

Zhang Yan: "Well, you are hazy and half-knowledgeable now, and when you enter the group and officially perform on your own, the problems will appear, and then we will focus on discussing and solving them. It's rare to finish work early today, so go to dinner first."

Mi Xingwei said oh, she looked at the time, it was past seven o'clock.

Suddenly remembered, "By the way, the screenwriter Zhang said that "Ming Jin" has a plot to discuss, and the appointment is at [-] pm, so I won't go to dinner, can you send me to the company?"

Zhang Yan glanced, turned the car at the traffic lights, and drove in the direction of the company. She said while driving: "The crew arranged for you is next Friday, and there is still a week left. You can prepare first, and I will send the materials later. Sent to your email."

Mi Xingwei looked down at the phone, nodded and said, "Okay, got it."

She suddenly caught a glimpse of Tang Yi'an's dialog box on WeChat, and suddenly asked: "By the way, did Tang Yi'an say when he will be back?"

It's a good week, and tomorrow is exactly Saturday.

Zhang Yan said lightly: "Not sure yet, she hasn't finished dealing with the matter."

Mi Xingwei was a little suspicious about what had taken so long to deal with. Tang Yi'an hadn't told her what it was before he left.

She turned her head and asked Zhang Yan: "Tang Yian's going abroad...is it a matter of work?"

Zhang Yan: "No, it's her personal business."

"Personal matters..." Mi Xingwei was stunned for a moment, but did not continue to ask.

Zhang Yan glanced at her and said with a smile, "She was at Durham University yesterday, did she tell you?"

Durham University...

"The school where Tang Feifei is an exchange student? Did she go to see Tang Feifei?" Mi Xingwei asked in surprise.

Zhang Yan raised her eyebrows, hummed, and said intentionally, "Gu Jin is also at Durham University."