Recalcitrant

Because of a leg injury, Lu Shaoheng canceled the next trip and temporarily stayed in the group to recuperate from his injuries. He also occupied the magpie's nest and moved into Chen Yao's director's suite.

Southern Gansu is a tourist attraction. There are endless pastures, glaciers, lakes, and temples here, but that doesn't mean that Lu Shaoheng can take a vacation here.

During the time he stayed on the set, besides spending time on the set every day, he also had to hold video conferences on time, deal with various work documents, and often worked alone at the computer until late at night.

If Lu Heping could open his eyes and take a look at this time, he would definitely feel that his son was taken away.

In the first few days when the boss first came to supervise the work on the set, after a set of shots was finished, Lu Shaoheng would often sit in a wheelchair and command indiscriminately before Chen Yao had any comments, turning the set into a mess, and the staff complained a lot.It forced Chen Zhuo to put up all his energy to do the work to the satisfaction of the boss before the money owner gave orders indiscriminately.

A week has passed like this, and the next thing to shoot is a big scene in this movie-the scene where the hero and heroine participate in the "Buddhist Festival".

Buddha drying is a religious activity in Tibetan Buddhist monasteries. Buddha statues of tens of meters in length and width are carried up the mountain and spread on the Buddha drying platform at the foot of the mountain.

This scene is very grand, with a large number of participants, and the scene is set on the mountainside. To shoot this shot well, scene scheduling, lighting arrangement, scene design, and even power generation and transportation are difficult.

The photography team and the art team gave several proposals in a row, and Lu Shaoheng felt that they were not so interesting.Later, Chen Zhuo led the entire group of hundreds of people from daytime to evening, tried various methods, and tortured the staff of various departments until they lost their temper, and finally made this scene come out.

It was dusk at that time, and the filming of the day had ended. Everyone was held up by Chen Zhuo for a whole day, and as soon as work was over, they rushed back to rest. Only a few field workers were left on site to clean up the site.

Chen Yao hadn't left yet. He sat alone in front of the monitor and watched the footage shot today again.

It is no exaggeration to say that this set of shots was shot perfectly. Looking at the slowly moving pictures on the monitor, Chen Zhuo felt a long-lost sense of pleasure in his heart.

The last time he devoted himself so completely and ecstatically, it seems to have been a lifetime ago. Today, when he led his staff into the sky, he had no time to care about other things, and he focused all his attention on creation.

The golden sunlight streamed down on the Buddhist platform, and the colorful curtain was opened by the hands of hundreds of monks, slowly revealing a corner of the Buddha statue.

A hand rested on Chen Yao's shoulder silently. Just as Chen Yao was about to turn around, the hand went up along the shoulder and neck, and then pressed against his face tightly, preventing him from turning around.

"Look, isn't it that difficult to take this step forward?" Lu Shaoheng's breath moved from far to near, and his voice sounded behind Chen Zhuo's ears. looking at the picture on the screen.

As the camera advances, through the perspective of a lama, a solemn and solemn Buddha statue is fully revealed. The Tibetan girl played by Yang Xinyi appears in the picture at the right time, forming a distant echo with the Buddha statue.

The lighting engineer worked hard on this picture, and at this moment, this "little Tibetan girl" has a "divinity" that does not match her age.

Chen Zhuo looked at my Buddha's benevolent eyebrows in the picture, smiled and said to the person behind him: "There are many things."

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A few days later, Zhou Yang also came.

Although editing is a link in the later stage, the editor does not wait until the shooting is over to intervene. When Zhou Yang cooperates with Chen Yan, he is usually used to adding creation at the script stage.

Zhou Yang, Lu Shaoheng and Chen Zhuo are both old friends. The three of them have known each other for many years. When she came, she clamored for the local mutton hot pot in Gansu before she did any work.

As the boss, Lu Shaoheng was supposed to urge her to work hard, but he responded to Zhou Yang's call more positively than anyone else.He has been detained on the set for so many days, and he has long wanted to go to the city to let the wind go and experience the nightlife in Tibetan areas.

It's a pity that the two people who were in high spirits didn't even step out the door of the hotel, but they were stopped by Chen Zhuo on the grounds that it was too cold outside and that Lu Shaoheng's legs and feet were inconvenient.

But Chen Zhuo didn't do anything bad. After work was over, he asked his assistant to go to the town to buy the ingredients and the wine that Zhou Yang ordered. The three of them started a hot pot in the small living room of Chen Zhuo's room.

All kinds of fresh meat and vegetables are laid out on the small coffee table, which looks full and extraordinarily rich.Lu Shaoheng got up from the wheelchair, and jumped towards the sofa with one foot in a golden chicken independent posture.

"Can you settle down?"

Chen Yao passed by with a bottle of wine, picked him up by the waist, and put him on the sofa as if he was holding something.

"Can you be a little more reserved?" In front of Zhou Yang, being carried around by Chen Zhuo, Lu Shaoheng felt that he was undermining the majesty of his boss.

Sure enough, Zhou Yang laughed viciously at the side. After laughing enough, she leaned over to Lu Shaoheng's side and gloated and said, "Hey, I didn't expect that you have today."

"Let him be proud for a few days first." Lu Shaoheng rubbed his ears that were reddened by the heat of the hot pot, and said harshly: "When my feet recover, I will definitely get them back."

As soon as the pot was boiled, snow began to fall outside, and the goose feather snow fell one by one, and it didn't take long to wrap a layer of white gauze on the layers of mountains.

The heating in the room was fully heated, and it didn't feel cold at all. Zhou Yang took a sip of the local highland barley wine and said with emotion: "This day is fine. Eating hot pot, drinking wine and enjoying the snow is like a fairy. I don't want to go back to the city." Zhou Yang put down the wine bowl, and before he could swallow it, he began to complain about Lu Shaoheng: "President Lu is eccentric, why doesn't my room have such good conditions, is Chen Zhuo here for work, or for vacation?"

"Okay, if you can sell your luster to serve others like Director Chen, I'll build you a castle next door." Lu Shaoheng's foot injury was not healed, and Chen Zhuo wouldn't let him drink, so he could only drink a cup of milk tea. Drink it tastelessly.

"Then don't." When Zhou Yang heard this, he quickly covered his neckline, and solemnly declared: "A serious editor, you don't want to sell yourself."

Chen Zhuo was skimming off the foam on the soup surface. Hearing what the two people were saying, he was entertaining himself. He glanced at them and said, "Eat more and talk less."

No matter how big the big-name editors are, they are bound to be splinted. No matter what director, producer, producer, art director... No matter who is on a whim, they can come to her to give pointers, and Zhou Yang has suffered a lot of grievances.

So every time Zhou Yang drinks too much, he likes to complain about all the weird things she meets at work.For example, recently, she was being tortured by a peerless and troublesome director, and her life was miserable.

As the saying goes, wine is strong and cowardly. Zhou Yang drank too much wine tonight, and the more he talked, the more annoyed he became. He didn't care whether he could mention it or not, so he took advantage of the situation to burn his anger on Chen Zhuo.

"And you, Chen Zhuo, you are nothing." Zhou Yang slapped his chopsticks on the table, and began to question Chen Zhuo: "How many versions of "Long Road" do you want to cut? Ah?" Zhou Yang spread out Opening his fingers, he began to count Chen Zhuo's crimes: "Three and a half years, three and a half years and almost four years, a total of more than 20 editions have been edited, and the pursuit of perfection is not the way to pursue it! A few days ago, Zhang Luyu gave me a letter from the United States. Call me back and ask me how I'm doing."

Hearing the name Zhang Luyu, Lu Shaoheng's smiling eyes flickered suddenly, but soon returned to normal.

Zhang Luyu is Bai Jie's widow, the elder sister who grew up with Chen Zhuo, and is also an internationally renowned female director. After Bai Jie passed away, she was very concerned about her husband's posthumous work and called back from time to time to inquire about the progress .

"You won't be able to get this movie. If it's not, I won't cut it." Zhou Yang was so drunk that he couldn't remember the doorway in it, and said: "Anyway, you should make the cut as soon as possible, and give me an accurate word. If you continue to toss, I won't serve you anymore, please ask Gao Ming."

Of course, Chen Zhuo didn't give the drunk man permission to speak. Instead, he used a plate of mutton and three taels of highland barley wine to gag Zhou Yang's mouth.In the end, Zhou Yang was so drunk that he still called Lucia to help, and was able to send her back to the room.

"I think you're almost done. Zhou Yang has tortured you to such an extent." Lu Shaoheng was still sitting on the sofa just now: "His name is also very famous."

Chen Zhuo attached great importance to the movie "Long Road". Not only did he audition for the heroine in colleges and universities all over the country, he even polished the script himself for many years.

At the same time, this movie is also Bai Jie's posthumous work, probably because Chen Zhuo is not ready to face it, or maybe he wants to make Bai Jie's last work perfect, anyway, the movie was suppressed right after the filming Bottom of the box, not shown yet

"Change the medicine first." Chen Zhuo didn't answer the question directly, took out the medicine box and sat down beside Lu Shaoheng.

Recently, Chen Zhuo often used his leg injury as an excuse to prohibit him from doing this and not letting him do that.But the wound on Lu Shaoheng's foot has basically healed, and the stitches are waiting to be removed.

Chen Zhuo dipped some iodophor with a cotton swab, and patiently disinfected Lu Shaoheng's wound.The wound was in the stage of scabbing, when a cold cotton swab was touched lightly, there was a slight numbness in the itching, which made Lu Shaoheng shrink back.

"Don't move around." Chen Zhuo looked up at him and held his ankle.

Lu Shaoheng's legs are well-grown, with neat lines, straight and slender.But now there is a hideous scar on this calf.

How did this scar come from? Chen Zhuo remembered it clearly, and every picture of that day was as clear as if it was engraved in his mind.

"Okay, it's okay, let me do it myself." Seeing Chen Zhuo's expression, Lu Shaoheng roughly guessed what was going on: "I know that my injury on the set reminds you of Bai Jie, but these are two different things. Don't transfer the guilt you felt towards him to me."

Chen Zhuo's attitude towards him these days was different from usual, Lu Shaoheng could feel it, and he boldly guessed that he was probably in Bai Jie's favor.

"The day you had an accident, I didn't think of Bai Jie." Chen Zhuo fished back Lu Shaoheng's receding ankle, looked up at him, and said, "You are you, he is him, he is my brother, you yes…"

Chen Zhuo stopped.

"What am I?" Lu Shaoheng asked with interest.

"You are my boss." Chen Zhuo lowered his head, his palm unconsciously moved upwards along Lu Shaoheng's ankle, and his fingers gently rubbed along the edge of the wound.

"Chen Zhuo, why don't you move your feet while you're on the move?" Chen Zhuo's inadvertent little movement made Lu Shaoheng feel goosebumps all at once.

"It's because you are not pure in your own mind." Chen Zhuo didn't blush, but backhanded the scapegoat: "It seems that the little canaries of Mr. Lu haven't been dedicated enough to serve them in the recent period."

Unexpectedly, Lu Shaoheng was a crawler. Hearing what Chen Zhuo said, he sat up straight, approached Chen Zhuo, looked straight into his eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Then do you want to do it?"

"Don't get carried away." Chen Yao stared at Lu Shaoheng for a while, then opened the distance between the two of them, and looked away.

"It's okay, just take it easy." Lu Shaoheng stretched out his hand to caress the back of Chen Yao's neck, with a sly smile: "If you are not free, I will find someone else."

As soon as Lu Shaoheng's words fell, Chen Zhuo pressed them back aggressively.

It's been a long time since I had sex with Chen Zhuo. At the beginning, Lu Shaoheng was a little uncomfortable.There seemed to be a large puddle of water in his chest, which made him flustered, and subconsciously stretched out his hand towards the empty darkness, trying to grab something.

Fortunately, Chen Zhuo was very patient and didn't rush to get to the point, but hugged him in his arms and comforted him carefully.

Halfway through, Lu Shaoheng was clamoring to see the snow, Chen Zhuo found a Tibetan robe from the cabinet, wrapped him up, and hugged him to the window.

The inner layer of the Tibetan robe is snow-white wool, and under the support of the fur, Lu Shaoheng's skin is as good as the fresh snow that just fell outside the window.

Tonight's Chen Zhuo was extraordinarily gentle, Lu Shaoheng seemed to be carefully soaked in a pool of warm water, from head to fingertips, there was a lazy warmth exuding.

Lu Shaoheng hugged his Tibetan robe, half leaned on the low couch, and opened his eyes to look at the golden roof of the temple outside the window, which was submerged bit by bit by the heavy snow.

"Missed?" Chen Zhuo stopped and asked.

"How dare you." Lu Shaoheng turned his head, raised his chin towards Chen Zhuo, and raised the corner of his mouth to reveal a smile.

This was a standard "Lu Shaoheng-style soliciting kiss", and Chen Yao couldn't help laughing, bowing his head and kissing her.

The snow outside the window was getting bigger and bigger, but there was a fire burning in Lu Shaoheng's heart. Suddenly, the icy sea water that permeated his limbs and bones all the time gradually began to fade away.

He slightly opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. At this moment, he felt a little more nostalgia for this world.

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