Senior, please forgive me!don't pull my skirt

Me: "I think it's fine now."

"What's the matter?" Mu Junchen said, "You always avoid people...you are clinging to me now, what will you do when the crew is finished?"

"I didn't...I get along with them all well, don't I? You see, I just don't like to go to noisy places like bars..."

"What are you doing with your feet? Don't rub your feet!" Mu Junchen pulled me up from the bed, "You go back to sleep, flirt like this all the time, and don't get back together with me, who can bear it?"

"What are you doing getting back together?" I asked him, "You said yourself that you are now a straight man."

"Then you don't say that you are a straight man now?" Mu Junchen stretched out his hand and casually lifted the hem of my pajamas, then pinched my back, slightly exerted force with his fingers, and twisted my body at an angle, "Look at me Are you straight now? Do you touch your conscience and feel straight? "

He pinched me a little itchy, and I hid and shouted, "Ouch, don't pinch me!"

"It's bent like a root of instant noodles, no matter how you cook it, it will be bent." Mu Junchen sneered.

I'm also very sad, I used to be very straight and manly, but recently when I'm with Mu Junchen, I've become more and more curvy and pussy.

Why is there such a change?

The so-called those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black, they must be infected.

Mu Junchen pushed me out. I stood at the door and listened for a while. He closed the door, but didn't lock it.

It meant that he actually wanted me to go in again. I thought about it, went back to my room and knocked on the door.

"What are you doing? I won't open the door for you!" Mu Junchen was angry inside.

I opened the door and went in, then closed it again: "I open it myself."

Mu Junchen sat on the bed and pressed his cell phone, obviously not going to sleep yet, looking at me with the look of wanting to beat me up but unable to do anything about it.

I sat next to him and took out 500 yuan from my trouser pocket: "You don't want to sneak into me, so can I sneak into you instead?"

Mu Junchen looked at me and said nothing, the veins on his forehead twitched.

I stuffed 500 yuan through his collar and stuck it on his chest.

Mu Junchen frowned, looked at me for a long time, and sighed: "These few months are not enough for you to trust me again, right?"

I shook my head: "It's because we are not suitable. I used to be young and didn't understand... Now that I have grown up, my thoughts have changed. I think... we are more suitable to be friends with benefits."

Only in this way can we play freely without any burden, so we can get together and relax.

Mu Junchen's eyes were dim, and he twitched the corners of his mouth: "Maybe in your eyes, only the size is suitable?"

He threw away his mobile phone, reached out and fished me up, "Come on, you heartless whore."

After half a month, I was able to sleep on Mu Junchen's bed again, and my life returned to normal.

Until a few days before the crew was about to wrap up.Mu Junchen became busy for no reason. Every day, several groups of people from the production team came to find Mu Junchen. They didn't know what was going on, but when they watched from a distance, they felt that the atmosphere of their conversation was not very harmonious.

This day's filming ended in the afternoon, everyone packed up the equipment, the hotel room was also checked out, and they went to next door Yuzhou to shoot the last few scenes.

In the last few scenes, there were only Mu Junchen and I, and the set was simpler. Most of the crew had finished filming and left, and the remaining [-] or so people drove to Yuzhou with machinery, equipment and clothing.

Mu Junchen beckoned me to get into the back seat of a car with him, the driver was Uncle Shan, and the assistant director Zhou Peng was sitting in the co-driver.

"Huh?" I suddenly felt strange, looked inside the car, and asked Mu Junchen, "Where's your car?"

Mu Junchen blinked and said, "It's broken, fix it at the 4S shop."

At this moment Zhou Peng sighed suddenly, I asked him what was the matter, he said that recently many people from the production team finished filming and left, and now they have to change the venue again, he was a little sad.

I was fine at first, and felt that I had a good time recently, but Zhou Peng reminded me that the filming of the whole film is coming to an end, although there is still post-editing, but that has nothing to do with me, this is I don't know if a small-scale large-scale literary film will be released in theaters. I probably won't be needed for the subsequent publicity work. After all, looking around, there is not a single famous actor in the whole film. There is no point in roadshows and so on. I guess the publicity is just to find some big V film critics or something to post on Weibo and it's over.

When I arrived in Yuzhou, I really wished that one day could be used for three days, but time is a big hand, which irresistibly pushes people forward, and pushes them to the front of the last day of shooting.

The last scene happens to be the epilogue of the book.

Jiang Yulong wanted to wash his hands and go ashore to find a job, and help each other with Ning Chen to live a peaceful life, but a gangster with black and white forces entrenched him forced him to deliver poison for him, Jiang Yulong refused, so there were gangsters every day Going to his work place to harass him, and being beaten in a sack when he came home from work was commonplace. Jiang Yulong was miserable, and his heart began to waver, and he wanted to go back and continue working in the underworld.

Ning Chen watched silently, pretended to be a prostitute and approached Hei Boss, killed Hei Boss when he was in bed, and exchanged his own jail for Jiang Yulong's freedom.

At night, the siren is loud, and the red and blue lights outside the window are constantly flashing.

The plasma made by the props is very realistic, bright red, and a large group of red flowers bloomed on the white bed sheet. The actor playing the black boss is very dedicated, lying in the plasma with his hands and feet spread out, as if he was really dead.

I threw the knife on the ground and sat on the bed in a daze. Two extras in police uniform rushed in and pointed their guns at me: "Don't move! Put your head in your hands! Squat down!"

After the handcuffs were put on, it was a long shot, two policemen led me through the gorgeous and luxurious corridor of the nightclub, and out of the nightclub's gate surrounded by neon lights.

Mu Junchen stood outside the cordon and looked at me with a dazed expression. Suddenly, his body moved and he rushed towards me. However, the moment he broke through the cordon, two policemen rushed up to control him.

I was taken to the side of the police car, Mu Junchen yelled in pain behind me, the police car door opened, I stopped in my tracks, concocted a smile, and turned to ask him, "Brother Long, am I a man today?"

"He didn't kill him! He doesn't know how to kill! Damn he is a scholar! You let him go! Chenchen, come back! Come back!"

Mu Junchen became more and more violent and was subdued to the ground.

The camera is on me, and one of the police actors pushes me into the police car, and the last shot ends.

The emotional substitution was too strong. I accidentally sat in the car and cried. The prop opened the car door to help me unlock the handcuffs. Mu Junchen came over and wiped his tears with a tissue. Everyone present did not speak, and the camera did not come to ask. Whether Mu Junchen's shot has passed, and whether he wants to take another shot, Xiao Jiang even blushed and hid away to wipe away his tears.

Mu Junchen got into the car, and the door closed again. He reached out and hugged me, and we both cried.

This episode was mentioned many times at the break-up dinner, saying how the two of us devoted ourselves. Although the acting skills are terrible, the emotional expression is very contagious, especially Mu Junchen's crying scene, with that loud voice. , Howl so much that there is an earthquake, it is estimated that when the time comes to discuss and spread among movie fans, it will depend on the last paragraph.

Maybe there is still a chance to get a few nominations for some pheasant film festivals.

These words were said by Zhou Peng when he was drinking with a glass of wine, his fat face was flushed, and there was an innocent smile on his face that yearned for the beautiful imagination. In the box of the hot pot restaurant, there were two tables full of people who hadn't left the crew. They were all amused.

A group of people pushed open the door of the box amidst the laughter. The leader was wearing black clothes and sunglasses and said with a smile, "Director Mu, how about eating hot pot?"

The lively atmosphere just now suddenly turned cold, and I was a little dazed, as if the underworld in the play had crossed over into reality.

"You guys eat first, I'll go out for a while."

Mu Junchen looked a little embarrassed, got up and went out, the door was closed, I don't know what they said outside.

"What's going on? Are those people from the underworld? What happened to Mu Junchen?" I asked Zhou Peng.

Zhou Peng shook his head, sighed, swirled the wine in the glass, and said nothing.

Xiao Jiang put down the wine glass and said: "It's not a gangster, it looks like an extra performer invited, I can tell where the clothes were rented, the thing is a certain person, who doesn't know anything, insists on making a movie, no one is willing to invest , I had no choice but to spend money on my own, until I went bankrupt and owed a whole lot of debts, these people are here to ask for debts, I don’t know how many waves it is.”

Everyone at the two tables looked at Xiaojiang, and Zhou Peng said, "You're done, the director won't allow you to say what you said."

Xiao Jiang shrugged his shoulders, with an indifferent expression on his face: "The money has been paid to me, and the wages cannot be deducted. I am afraid that he will do something, so I will tell."

There was a moment of silence in the private room, and suddenly, as if a pot of boiling water had been boiled, everyone at the table threw it at me one by one.

"The director is miserable. I've never seen such a miserable and stupid director. He's a painter. He came to make movies without knowing anything. Are you looking for death, Pujie boy."

"Yeah, I was tricked once when I was renting the equipment. The other party took the money for the film equipment and gave him the camera for the TV series. He didn't understand it either. I only found out later that the specifications are different and they can't be used at all."

"I heard that I have just graduated for a year, and the rich second generation who used to be very rich, just to fall in love, invest in movies by myself, and lose all the money, and now the car is also sold, and I am acting in idol dramas, idol dramas It’s not like that, there’s no such stupid leading actor.”

"Besides, I didn't catch up with anyone, and I heard that he was slept by someone every day, and it was very cheap." Someone suddenly interrupted sharply.

I:"……"

"Fuck, it's too miserable!" Everyone sighed.

Zhou Peng also patted me on the shoulder and said: "Oh, the filming is over now, and the cost of the subsequent production has not yet been settled, and there is still money for publicity. I guess it will be like this after the filming is over. I can't even go to the Pheasant Film Festival unless he Go sell yourself to earn money, come and do this drink, drink for the worst director."

"Cheers, cheers!"

"It's too miserable, too miserable."

"Dry!"

The atmosphere suddenly became lively again, a group of people spoke with a hint of alcohol, clinking their glasses carelessly.

Mu Junchen just pushed the door open and came in, and smiled when he saw the scene: "What are you celebrating? Don't wait for me to join you."

Everyone: "..."

Mu Junchen sensed something was wrong, put away his smile in embarrassment, sat down next to me, squeezed me lightly with his arms, leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Huaihuai, what were they doing just now?"

I:"……"