There are always some amazing people on set

After class, Meng Jinghan talked about the holiday while doing stretching, "Then I was called 'Meng Meng', and it sounded exactly like a girl's manga magazine, really."

Brother Heng smiled, "It's not bad for someone to give you a nickname."

"But I don't want to be called Meng Meng──" Meng Jinghan wailed, "By the way, Brother Heng, have you ever been called any magical nickname?"

Brother Heng thought for a while, "Just 'Teacher'."

"what?"

"Someone just called it that way casually, and I don't want to take on apprentices."

"Eh?" Meng Jinghan was a little flustered, "Then, is it still me calling Brother Heng like everyone else?"

"Changing to something more creative." Brother Heng combed back the black hair that fell to the front with his fingers, "What brother sounds old, I'm only one year older than you, okay?"

"That's screenwriter Ji? Ji Da?"

"Zero points." Brother Heng smiled and lay down, "I was called "chicken" by my college classmates. I heard that Ji Ziheng would turn into Ji Ziheng if I read it too quickly. I got used to being called. Is this level okay, Mengmeng?"

"Teacher, I don't want my name to be Meng Meng."

"Hmph, if you call me Teacher, I will call you Meng Meng."

"..." Meng Jinghan laughed so hard that he could only let out an angry hehe, "Brother Heng, so you are so close to the people."

"What are you thinking, I can even write that kind of romantic drama, do you think I'm not close to the people?"

"But, but you are usually very serious in class. And you don't talk much when you teach on the set."

"Hmm──" Brother Heng thought about his choice of words, "Because class is class; and my mood on the set is usually not very good."

"Eh?"

"There are too many people, so there are too many different people's tastes. Think about the combination of mosquito coils, bento flavors, and cakes."

very scary.

Meng Jinghan shivered, "Then why do you go there every day?"

"It's a long story." Brother Heng turned his back on him, "It's better that you don't know too soon."

"Oh. Then, did you go to the location last Saturday?"

"No, I don't follow the location. There will be no place to put equipment in the car, and it's just causing trouble for everyone."

"Ah...then I may not go to class for a long time, I will go out the day after tomorrow, and then I will go out again next Tuesday."

"It's your turn? The field trip?"

"Well, An Hua and Hongxuan's date, and they still have to play the piano." Meng Jinghan felt unsure, "Teacher, I don't know how to play the piano—can you teach me?"

play the piano?Big project.

Ji Ziheng wanted to say next time, but Meng Jinghan couldn't come the day after tomorrow.

Today's class is over, and besides, he can't stay in the classroom for too long, and he doesn't want to give up writing time and continue looking for a place to drink outside, "Or go to my place."

Meng Jinghan suspected that he had heard it wrong, so he quickly got up from the ground, "Huh?"

Ji Ziheng hummed with a look of "why are you making such a fuss".

"That's troublesome Brother Heng."

Meng Jinghan always felt that Brother Heng today was not the Brother Heng he knew before.It's kind of weird, but it's really nice.

In short, he got on the back seat of Brother Heng's motorcycle and arrived at Brother Heng's house at about 08:30.

Brother Heng opened the door, and the scene inside convinced Meng Jinghan of one thing:

Brother Heng's cleanliness is only for people.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be hanging clothes, scattered papers and piles of books of varying heights everywhere.

Meng Jinghan took off his shoes and carefully walked over the papers on the ground so as not to step on them. He followed Brother Heng's footsteps with difficulty—the former didn't intend to dodge the papers on the ground at all, and stepped on them directly—and walked into the door.

"Oh, it doesn't matter if you stepped on the ones on the ground, you didn't wear shoes anyway." Brother Heng turned on the computer easily, "Those are usually manuscripts that have been proofread, and you want to accept them, and you forget to accept them. It’s gone. I’ll pick it up another day.”

"Uh... I'm afraid it will smell." He didn't forget that Brother Heng is very sensitive to "human smell".

"Your one is okay." Brother Heng piled the quilt of his small single bed on the pillow, clearing out an empty mattress, "Sit there, the height is just right."

"Yeah." Meng Jinghan swallowed the sentence "You obviously wiped it with a wet tissue last time" back into her stomach, and sat down on the edge of the bed obediently.

"Separate your knees apart, the piano has pedals, if you put them all together, your stepping posture will be very strange," Brother Heng said while sitting on the computer chair, and rolled to the computer desk while talking, "Straighten your back, yes, this way very good."

"so?"

"Then raise your hands, relax your shoulders, and make your elbows and forearms about [-] degrees. If the height of the chair is not right on the set, you can adjust it yourself." Brother Heng saw that Meng Jinghan's posture was okay, and then turned to face the screen, "Hands There should be a stand-in for the action, but it’s up to you to figure out things like swaying to the music or nodding your head.”

"Okay, okay."

"Then get used to the posture for the rest of the time. It's normal to feel awkward, but if you're guilty, your movements will be very strange, but you can overcome it with practice."

Meng Jinghan didn't look at Brother Heng's screen out of politeness, but there was already the sound of clattering keyboards.

"Uh, Brother Heng, if you have something to do, I should go back first?"

"Well, it's not necessary. I can talk at the same time. By the way, don't drop your hands. To play the piano is not to put your hands on the piano, but to knock hard. It's a relaxed state hanging in the air." Ji Ziheng's subordinates didn't stop, "What's wrong with the script?" Is there anything you want to ask, I’m here and I’ll tell you first by the way.”

"Uh……"

"Just tell me. Anyway, if I see it in rehearsal or on the air, I still write the script. It's okay."

"It was the borrowed kiss scene. When I was rehearsing, everyone said it didn't feel right."

Ji Ziheng didn't even look back, "Then have you ever kissed?"

"……have."

"Recall the feeling. You should know how to move but the whole body is stiff, so you will be told like this. Use that feeling, and you will be able to move naturally."

Meng Jinghan didn't know how to speak: "But I've been warmly kissed before. I'm not sure about the kind of kisses that are so tender and cherished..."

The sound of keyboards stopped.

Sitting on the computer chair, Ji Ziheng turned around, raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms, "Oh - I was led by my big sister."

"..."

"Then it will be difficult." He sat in the computer chair and rolled up to Meng Jinghan, "Have you ever dated someone shy?"

"Yes." Meng Jinghan seemed uncomfortable being stared at and asked such a question, and stared at the floor unconsciously, "It's just that I didn't kiss."

"Really." Ji Ziheng looked at the new actor who was obviously lacking in momentum and announced: "Stop your piano practice first, and we can talk about it when you go back. Let's deal with more important things first."