[Entertainment circle] The starlight in the pen is not as good as you

It was three o'clock in the morning when Yue Changlan saw Xie Fangcong's text message.

She just woke up from a hangover, her brain was still throbbing, she opened her eyes and the world still didn't listen, but when she closed her eyes, she was sober as if eighteen hours of sleep had passed.

That being the case, she opened her eyes and copied the phone on the side, and after pressing it, she saw the first text message on the screen——

Did you know that Tongtong is going to shoot "Dream of Flowers"?

——From Xie Fangcong.

She suddenly felt a weightless dizziness, the phone fell off her fingers and hit her face.

She pressed her sore and sore nose, held back the tears that gushed out of her lacrimal glands because of the pain, squinted her eyes, picked up the phone and opened the text message, and then looked at it a few more times.

The reason why she was not sure was that Xie Fang was more used to calling Tongtong Mutong before, and she never thought that Mo Tongtong would one day be willing to shoot "Dream of Flowers".

She pinched the phone, her fingers hovered on the keyboard for a long time, but she didn't say a word.

"But if you want to shoot, you must first consider our company."

"I won't shoot."

Now that I think about it, this conversation seems like yesterday.

Mo Tongtong was as pale as an ice sculpture, not only her skin color, but her face and eyes were also inorganically cold.

It was as if she did not exist in this world, but just watched the gods of this world with cold eyes.

She doesn't seem to have any mortal emotions, and will always follow her own inner activities.

"If it is filmed, it may not be good-looking. It may only be regarded as an ordinary romantic drama or the ravings of a mentally ill patient."

Except for this sentence, even if she kept asking, Mo Tongtong would not explain her decision again and again.

But Yue Changlan thought that she gradually realized that "Flowers in Dreams" must be the text closest to Mo Tongtong's heart, that's why she cared so much about it and didn't allow others to covet it.

That's why she said without hesitation that she would not shoot it.

Many thoughts have been deleted from Yue Changlan's mind.

These thoughts made her palpitate one second, and made her feel ridiculous the next second.

She didn't know whether such a thought was ridiculous, or it was more ridiculous for her to still think like this at her age.

But if her secret love is brought out, is it enough to make people laugh?

She finally knew what to reply——

Yue Changlan: How many crew members have decided?

Recently, Xie Fangcong, who was preparing for a new career so day and night, soon... made a call.

He said briskly across the phone: "Sober? Your assistant told me you were drinking."

Yue Changlan had a terrible headache, let out a "hmm", and continued to ask: "Who is it?"

"The heroine Gu Gu Zhanqiao, the director is Ye Luzi, you probably haven't heard of it."

Yue Changlan laughed softly: "Could it be that someone among us is from a normal family background?"

"I'm not joking with you. Just look at their resumes and you'll know that one of them has been a gangster, and the other is a paparazzi at all."

"The paparazzi's things are taken by the audience very much."

Xie Fang was speechless, choked and said, "...Come on, you're drunk."

"Then kneel down, Xiao Fangzi."

After hanging up the phone, Yue Changlan stared at the phone screen for a long time until it went dark.

A few minutes later, because of the information Xie Fangcong sent, it lit up again.

Yue Changlan browsed briefly with his mobile phone, and his brain instinctively distinguished the pros and cons.

The question of the director is very debatable, but no one said that if the director is too bad, he is not allowed to change midway.

Gu Zhanqiao played Mo Tongtong's movie, from a commercial point of view, the gimmick is really great.

This movie cannot fail.

She flipped through the available materials to the end, all analysis suddenly stopped, and her mind once again fell into a blank.

After the blankness passed, a thought began to grow wildly like a vine——

It's Gu Zhanqiao again, it really is Gu Zhanqiao.

Why was she not surprised at all?

She smiled wryly, but tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, so she covered her eyes with the back of her hand, and sighed long...

She closed her eyes and let the thoughts in her mind continue to jump away, until at a certain point, she suddenly woke up again.

At this time, the world no longer rotates, and the head no longer hurts.

She looked at the time, it was already seven o'clock in the morning, so she got up, went to the bathroom, washed her face, sobered up, and called Mo Tongtong.

……

When the phone rang, Mo Tongtong thought to himself: Are the callers sure that I woke up at seven o'clock?

Of course she did wake up, but because she would find Gu Zhanqiao hugging her like a koala when she woke up now, she was very happy to lie on the bed for a while.

She was more or less worried that the sound of her getting up would wake Gu Zhanqiao up, or that Gu Zhanqiao would kick off the quilt after she got up.

When the two of them didn't sleep in the same room, Mo Tongtong didn't realize that there were so many things to worry about.

But no matter what, since the phone rang, she still had to pick it up, and when she found the name "Yue Changlan" on the caller ID, she couldn't help being stunned.

She can still recall the scene of Yue Changlan telling her everything with a wry smile under the Magnolia.

She answered the phone and was thinking about how to start the conversation when Yue Changlan said bluntly, "Can Changlan Film and Television make a production party?"

Mo Tongtong: "..." She hadn't thought of that step yet.

Yue Changlan: "Now that we have decided to shoot, the director and actors seem to have a clue? Don't worry, it's not the first time we've collaborated. You know I won't interfere too much in this regard."

Mo Tongtong was caught off guard by such a businesslike tone, but he also breathed a sigh of relief.

She said, "Yes, we have agreed before."

Yue Changlan was silent for a moment on the other side of the phone, and quickly said neatly: "Then I will prepare the contract in these two days? When will I meet with your crew?"

"...Let's watch your time."

"Okay, then I'll ask my assistant to send you the time for me, okay?"

"Ok."

The conversation seemed to come to an end. After a long silence, neither Yue Changlan nor Mo Tongtong hung up the phone.

After a while, Mo Tongtong hesitated and said, "Chang Lan, is there anything else you want to say?"

The phone was hung up in the next second, leaving only a beeping busy tone.

Mo Tongtong looked at the name on the phone with a complex expression for a while, then opened the door, and saw a bag lying on the bed without moving, thought for a while, and contacted Xie Fangcong first.

She felt that Xie Fangcong should have told Yue Changlan about this. She didn't mean to stop her dissatisfaction. She just wanted to know what Xie Fangcong told Yue Changlan. She started negotiating with the producer, did it mean that Don't they think the film's prospects are that bad?

She didn't wait for Xie Fangcong's reply for a long time, and suddenly remembered that since Xie Fangcong's biological clock was down, it might be time for him to sleep now.

At the same time, she also thought that it would be more convenient to ask Yue Changlan directly about this matter just now.

But even if the time goes back to just now, she doesn't seem to be able to ask.

When facing Yue Changlan, she seemed to be even less able to speak than before.

But Yue Changlan is not the kind of person who regards her career as a public good. Since she came to contact the production, she must have a certain degree of confidence in the future of this movie.

What's more, she actually thought about the reply she wanted to give Lu Sanbao yesterday.

When Lu Sanbao learned from Mo Tongtong that she agreed, he still felt that he was dreaming.

Probably because I was awakened in my sleep, and the news uploaded from q/q seemed so childish.

He has not been able to sleep for the past two days, and he only squints in a daze when the sky is about to dawn. For a while, his mind is full of thoughts and processes during shooting, for a while, the flashlights and applause when he came to the stage to accept the award, and for a while it turned into The desperation after being rejected, the down and out once came to my heart like a nightmare.

He was in a daze, and when he saw Mo Tongtong's "I agree, Changlan Film and Television is the producer", he suddenly felt that it should be his imagination.

He pinched his thigh and jumped up from the air bed with an "ow" after crying from the pain. After running around the room twice, he felt that he still couldn't calm down.

— Really agree?

——Could it be a hand slipping mistake?

This kind of feeling is like the worry about gains and losses after he confessed his success back then. If he didn't see him in person and nodded, he always felt that the matter was false.

He slapped his head, and finally rushed out of the house and ran up the upper floor.

There were a total of thirty stairs, and he was sweating profusely from running, and his hair was sticking to his forehead.

This caused Mo Tongtong, who saw the person coming through the cat's eyes, to think that it was raining outside, and he came here in the rain.

But when I turned my head, I could clearly see that although the outside was not very bright, it was indeed a cloudy day.

She opened the door, and was so startled by the smell of sweat on Lu Sanbao's body that she almost slammed the door again.

She looked at Lu Sanbao through the crack of the door, but Lu Sanbao didn't mind, and asked, "Is it true? Did you really agree?"

"...I remember I sent it to you." Mo Tongtong was very confused, thinking that Chang Weiying was actually the one who sent it to him because of his hand slipping at that time?

"Yes!" Lu Sanbao clenched his fist tightly, his trembling wet hair trembled.

"I...I'm so excited." He turned around in circles, opened his arms as if he wanted to give someone a hug, and Mo Tongtong was so frightened that he closed the door even smaller.

Fortunately, he finally didn't do that, and just yelled "I'm going to tell the others!", then turned and rushed down the stairs.

Mo Tongtong heard that the footsteps did not stop on the eleventh floor, but continued to spread downward until it became lighter and lighter.

... He didn't take the stairs, but ran down directly.

Mo Tongtong was dumbfounded.

At this time, Gu Zhanqiao came out of the bedroom rubbing her eyes, and asked in a hazy voice, "Who is it, Tongtong?"

Mo Tongtong closed the door, turned around and replied, "It's Lu Sanbao, I agreed to make a movie just now."

Gu Zhanqiao didn't wake up at first, and half-closed her eyes for a while to react.

Reacting and reacting, she gradually understood, her eyes opened wider and wider.

Then she jumped up on the spot and said loudly: "Really?"

"……yes."

"My God, my God, I'm going to make movies again."

Gu Zhanqiao began to spin in circles on the spot, while raising her hands high, showing an expression of uncontrollable excitement.

Then she looked at Gu Zhanqi, rushed over suddenly, and hugged her tightly.

"Tongtong... that's great, Tongtong..."

Mo Tongtong found this series of movements familiar.

If you think about it carefully, although the impact of the picture is completely different, in terms of action alone, Gu Zhanqiao and Lu Sanbao are really similar.

But Lu Sanbao terrified her, but Gu Zhanqiao made her feel the same joy.

She really hoped that Gu Zhanqiao could continue to be happy like this, hug herself so carefree, forever... until the end of the world.