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Because today's shooting was a bit difficult, Director Ning took a long time to finish the filming. When Sheng Ming returned home, he had already missed dinner.

Sheng Ming's parents, Sheng Huasong and Xiang Tongyan, are both high-level executives of Guangjing Group. It is not bad to be able to go home for dinner on weekdays, and they usually continue to work after dinner. I work in the technical department and occasionally work overtime.

So it was very rare for Sheng Ming to see the whole family sitting in the living room.

Oh, and a King City.

Under the gazes of the whole family, Sheng Ming said calmly, "Why do you look at me like that?"

Sheng Huasong smiled and said: "It's rare that your mother and I are on vacation and want to have a family meal, but you are the only one who is not here."

Xiang Tongyan smiled and said, "It's normal for Xiao Ming to be a little busy filming."

Sheng Wenluo added bricks and tiles with the attitude of watching the show: "I'm so busy, and let Xiaocheng come back for dinner first. Being a cousin is caring."

Sheng Ming raised his eyebrows, pretending that he didn't understand what they were saying: "The crew always has various troubles."

Xiang Tongyan raised his eyebrows in the same gesture: "Including going into the director's room with the director and not coming out for a few hours?"

Sheng Ming's gaze fell towards Jingcheng.

Jing Cheng shrank his neck, pretending that he was eating watermelon with his head down.

Sheng Ming withdrew his gaze, his expression unchanged, walked to the side of the coffee table, picked up a plate of sliced ​​watermelon, and said casually: "The director is telling me a play."

Xiang Tongyan said with a smile: "So professional, the director is really responsible."

The eldest brother Sheng Lin couldn't stand the family's oblique way of talking anymore, and raised his hands: "Stop, stop, let me tell you straight - third brother, are you having an affair with that little boy?"

Sheng Wenluo gloated and said, "Boss, let's talk about the truth. If we only talk about face, our third son is like a little boy."

"Isn't there a white character in that little director's name, it means little white face!" Sheng Lin made a final decision, "The third child is good-looking, wouldn't that be even more disadvantageous?"

Seeing the attitude of the whole family, Sheng Ming resignedly put down the fruit plate and sat next to Sheng Wenluo: "What do you want to ask?"

Xiang Tongyan ate a piece of watermelon with a toothpick, then smiled and said: "We are just as family members, and we care about your emotional life."

"Director Ning and I are just a purely cooperative relationship at the moment." Sheng Ming bit the melon, bit the toothpick between his teeth, and spread his hands, "Absolutely pure."

When Xiang Tongyan heard the word "present", he raised his eyebrows very obviously.

Sheng Lin said unhappily: "Purity? I don't know how dirty people in the entertainment industry are? Third, you are young and ignorant. I listened to my elder brother's persuasion. Now there are more men out there cheating money and cheating feelings." , keeping your wallet with you when you take off your trousers, and making you willing to speak for him..."

Having said this, Sheng Lin suddenly paused, as if he had finally grasped the point, "No, third child, do you really like men?"

Sheng Wenluo couldn't help but want to laugh when she heard Sheng Lin comment on their youngest's "pure and ignorant", she turned her head and whispered to Sheng Ming: "Boss hasn't realized that you blamed him on him when he was a child?"

Sheng Ming also whispered with a smile: "Sister, what are you saying to your simple and ignorant brother?"

"Be serious!" Sheng Lin patted the sofa, trying to establish the majesty of the eldest brother, "The third child is not allowed to fall in love early!"

Sheng Ming said: "I am eighteen. And when you are fifteen, let me cover for you to date a little girl."

Sheng Lin choked.

Sheng Huasong watched the three sons and daughters perform cross talk with a smile, as if he didn't come to care about the emotional problems of the youngest son, but just to watch the show.

Xiang Tongyan glanced at her husband, and said helplessly: "Xiao Ming, if you really want to fall in love, your family will not object, just be serious and serious, and don't mess around outside."

She mulled over her lines for a while, and said tactfully, "Pay attention to safety, and more importantly, to your body."

Sheng Ming forked another piece of watermelon: "I know."

Xiang Tongyan continued: "If you think it's appropriate, you can also take it home as a guest."

Sheng Lin's eyes widened immediately: "Mom, are you stupid?"

Sheng Huasong put away his smile from watching the show: "How do you talk to your mother?"

Sheng Lin hurriedly gestured to zip the zipper, but still couldn't accept it: "Aren't we here to persuade the third child to rein in the precipice?"

The whole family looked at him together, as if they wanted to say, "You who change seven or eight girlfriends a year are ashamed to tell your brother this."

Sheng Lin: "I'm different. I'm smart and don't suffer. The third child is still an ignorant child!"

The whole family once again sent out the mentally retarded look of "Although you are stupid, but we still love you".

Sheng Lin: "..."

It was because he always faced this kind of look that he moved out of the house!

……

When Sheng Ming returned to his bedroom, Jing Cheng ran over to beat his leg like a dog, looking at Sheng Ming with wet eyes full of hope.

Sheng Ming opened a page of the book: "I will slightly increase the difficulty of your paper."

Jing Cheng almost jumped up: "Brother, you can't blame me for this! You know, I can't hide anything in front of my aunt!"

Sheng Ming looked at the traitor and sneered.

Jingcheng was most afraid of Sheng Ming's expression, and his attitude softened instantly. To put it bluntly, Sheng Ming reluctantly raised his hand because he still needed Jingcheng's cover.

After getting through the crisis, Jing Cheng heaved a sigh of relief, but at the same time, the desire to gossip ignited: "Brother, you and Director Ning must be true, right?"

"Why do you think so?"

Jing Cheng muttered, "Since you met Director Ning, you seldom go to paint."

If he hadn't gone upstairs and passed the studio, he would have almost forgotten that his cousin still loves painting.

Sheng Ming turned another page of the book: "Because you missed it."

He went to the studio to go to the unreal game to pass the level. Recently, the preparation for the resurrection is not to pass the level. Of course, there is less painting.

"Brother, what can't we talk about?" Jing Cheng approached, "What's the relationship between you and Director Ning?"

Sheng Ming put down the book: "Tell you, and then you go to make a small report?"

"Am I that kind of person!" Jing Cheng said confidently, "Aren't I worried that my aunt will beat the mandarin ducks! Think about it, if my aunt secretly asked Director Ning to meet and took out a check and said, 'I'll give you 500 million and leave my son'... "

Sheng Ming leaned against the head of the bed, raised his eyebrows and imagined the scene.

According to his understanding of Ning Qiubai, Ning Qiubai would probably choose to accept the 500 million he earned for nothing, and then conspire with him later... Or, "We are true love, so we need to pay more"?

Sheng Ming couldn't help but curled the corners of his lips.

Jing Cheng looked horrified: "No, are you two serious?"

Imagining being shattered by his silly cousin, the corners of Sheng Ming's mouth quickly calmed down: "Don't worry about adults' affairs, children."

Jing Cheng held back, and after a while, he stammered and asked in a low voice, "Brother, then, did you and Director Ning have, have you ever had that?"

Sheng Ming raised his head and looked at Jingcheng, as if he saw a rabbit growing out of the stone.

"I've been observing quietly these past few days. You and Director Ning quietly went to the director's room and stayed there for several hours! After coming out, you looked very weak, and your clothes were wet with sweat." Jingcheng said more and more smoothly, " Obviously the director’s room is air-conditioned, what are you doing? And you even changed your clothes a few times.”

Sheng Ming said with the mentality of making troubles: "You guess."

He changed his clothes because the sulfur smell in Sulphurfire City was too strong, and he would definitely be noticed if he left directly, so he simply took a bath at Ning Qiubai's house.

Sheng Ming folded his arms: "Why are you asking this?"

"So really, really?" Jing Cheng didn't know where to put his eyes, and couldn't help blushing, "Don't, don't get me wrong, I, I just want to ask, is it comfortable... down there?"

Sheng Ming's smile slowly disappeared: "..."

Since Chapter 3, he felt that something was wrong with this cousin, and felt that he needed to have a serious talk with his aunt and the others.

But now he feels that there are more important things to clarify than caring about Jingcheng's sexual orientation.

Sheng Ming sat up straight, "Why do you all think I'm underneath?"

Only now did he understand why the whole family in the living room spoke strangely just now.Dare they didn't say it clearly, but they all have this opinion?

It's rare for Sheng Ming to fail to understand: What exactly caused you to have such a misunderstanding?

Director Ning's quiet demeanor, his hands and his waist make him suitable for being pressed on the bed.Even if he is with Ning Qiubai, it is absolutely...

Without hesitation, Jing Cheng let out a "ha" from his mouth: "You have a sad and sick body, and you are several years younger than others, aren't you usually the one who gets raped?"

Sheng Ming stared blankly at his stupid cousin for a while, then opened the book again: "The difficulty of your paper is really too low."

Jingcheng: "..."

……

Ning Qiubai felt that Jingcheng and Sheng Ming looked at him strangely today.

Last night, Sheng Ming sent him a message, saying that today's Jingcheng is a small spy, and he hoped to stop the dungeon shooting for a day.Ning Qiubai had no objections, and just took this opportunity to take some replacement shots.

Specifically, according to the "special effects explosion" scene action that has been shot in the copy, I randomly shoot similar scenes in the green screen studio, so that when the finished movie comes out in the future, everyone will be confused and there will be a shot that does not exist.

If this kind of lens is less, it can be called special effects, but if it is too much, it is hard to say...

It's just that when shooting this kind of shot, Sheng Ming had to hang on to Wia.

Hanging the wire is not such an easy and exciting thing. Many actors will wear out their waists and legs when they get off the wire.Judging from Sheng Ming's eagerness to revive, Ning Qiubai guessed that Sheng Ming's body could no longer hold on.

In the dungeon, Sheng Ming can use the special abilities given to players by unreal games to maintain, but what about the real world?

At least Ning Qiubai noticed that Sheng Ming drank the potion in a glass bottle, which made him even more worried.

Ning Qiubai looked at Sheng Ming nervously, wishing that all the scenes would be skipped so that Sheng Ming would not suffer; he was also afraid that Jingcheng would have doubts if it was too easy.

He looked at Jingcheng, and found that Jingcheng was also looking at him, and when he looked over, he immediately looked back.

Ning Qiubai's heart beat a little: Could it be that Jingcheng isn't as silly and sweet as he looks, causing unnecessary guesses?

He used his eyes to seek confirmation from Sheng Ming, but found that Sheng Ming who was resting on the chair was also silently looking at him, and also looked away when he looked over.

Ning Qiubai was stunned.

According to what he knew about Sheng Ming, Sheng Ming would only smile provocatively when he looked at others, when did he avoid his eyes?

Could it be that Jingcheng really discovered their disappearance in the void, or some details of the illusory game, so that Sheng Ming had to avoid communicating with him directly?

One guess after another flashed through Ning Qiubai's mind, and finally decided to act cautiously according to the worst plan.

Then during the break, Jingcheng trotted over and pulled the sleeve of Laning Qiubai's T-shirt: "Director Ning, I have something to tell you."

Ning Qiubai raised the highest alarm in his heart: "Is there anything that can't be said here?"

Jing Cheng glanced in Sheng Ming's direction in embarrassment, and looked away: "This matter is relatively private, and it's not convenient to talk about it in public."

Ning Qiubai also glanced in that direction, and met Sheng Ming's eyes, with a tacit understanding... No, he didn't understand anything from the other's eyes, so he could only pursed his lips and nodded: "Okay."

……

The two went to the director's room together, Jing Cheng took a deep breath and said seriously, "Director Ning!"

Ning Qiubai was thinking about what Jingcheng might have discovered, and was taken aback by the suddenly amplified voice: "What?"

Jing Cheng originally wanted to blurt out, but he felt very embarrassed to speak out about such a private matter. Before speaking, his face turned red, and finally he said politely: "Cousin... Sheng Ming's health is not particularly good."

Ning Qiubai pondered what Jingcheng meant: "So?"

"You can't do too much strenuous exercise."

Ning Qiubai vaguely pondered one point: "Can't hang on to Wia?"

He was really worried about whether Sheng Ming would be able to tease Wia when he was filming in the real world, but Sheng Ming said yes, so he let it go.

"No!" Jing Cheng stammered, "I mean... there are only hard sofas in the director's room... my brother's bed at home is custom-made and very soft..."

Ning Qiubai: "..."

Why he couldn't understand.

According to his guess, he replied cautiously, "I have always cared about Sheng Ming's body, and nothing will happen to Sheng Ming with me, just don't worry."

"In short! Director Ning, you have to take care of Sheng Ming's body, don't take him into too, too extreme poses!" Jing Cheng closed his eyes, yelled out these words as if he was dying, thought for a while, and added another sentence , "My brother is very favored at home!"

After saying this, he took out something from his bag and stuffed it into Ning Qiubai's hands, and then hurried away.

Ning Qiubai: "...?"

He lowered his head to look at the thing Jingcheng stuffed him, and found that it was a box of condoms.

When Ning Qiubai's face was blank, he heard two "clicks" from the window, and turned his head to find Sheng Ming coming in through the window.

Ning Qiubai asked instinctively: "Why go through the window?"

"I listen to the corner, come in by the way." Sheng Ming said indifferently, and reached out to take the box of condoms from Ning Qiubai's hand, "I'm sorry, my fool has a little misunderstanding about our relationship."

Ning Qiubai stared blankly at Sheng Ming. All that Jingcheng said just now flowed through his mind, making him instantly understand what happened. He slowly opened his mouth wide, and then his face suddenly turned red.

Sheng Ming lowered his head and studied the small box in his hand with great interest: "Heat spiral... I have to pay attention to his friendship situation."

"Wait—" Ning Qiubai finally recovered, "I'll go and clarify with him!"

Sheng Ming looked up at him inexplicably: "What clarification?"

"Clarify our relationship!"

"What's the benefit of clarifying?" Sheng Ming raised his eyebrows, and conveniently put the small box in the drawer of the director's room, "Letting him misunderstand that we are having an affair is better than finding out that we entered the dungeon."

This, this is true... Ning Qiubai pinched the center of her brows, feeling that something was weird.

Sheng Ming leaned against the wall and said with a smile: "Or, you already have a sweetheart, and you are afraid that rumors will affect your romantic relationship? Director Ning who has had eight girlfriends?"

Ning Qiubai couldn't help but blushed again.This guy Sheng Ming must have seen through his stubbornness before and deliberately laughed at him!

Ning Qiubai tried to calm down, and said calmly: "Of course not. I'm just a director. What kind of rumors are I afraid of? I'm afraid that it will affect your stardom. Don't you just want to be an actor?"

Taunt him too!

Sheng Ming was completely unaffected, and stood up straight: "Xiaocheng won't go to the reporter and tell the reporter that it has nothing to do with it."

Ning Qiubai thought along Sheng Ming's train of thought, and then found that Jingcheng's misunderstanding didn't seem to affect him at all.As long as he is thick-skinned and pretends not to see the way Jingcheng's family look at their son-in-law, it means nothing.

Sheng Ming doesn't even care about his reputation, what else should he care about?

——Sheng Ming, fame... I always think it's a homophonic joke...

Ning Qiubai habitually diverted his thinking, for a moment he even forgot that there was such a big person beside him.

I didn't notice it before, but Sheng Ming found that when Ning Qiubai was wandering in the sky, his thin lips were slightly parted, with a healthy red glow, which looked very suitable...

He suddenly remembered the topic he had talked with Jingcheng yesterday, his Adam's apple twitched, and he looked away, looking up at Ning Qiubai's expressionless eyes, his eyebrows moved not obviously, "What are you thinking?"

He can guarantee that what Ning Qiubai is thinking now is definitely not what was discussed just now.

Ning Qiubai came back to his senses and coughed dryly: "It's nothing, since you think it's okay, then it's okay. Let's go, if you stay for a long time, Jingcheng will misunderstand again."

After speaking, he left the director's room first.

Sheng Ming stuck his tongue against his teeth, trying to find something to chew on but couldn't find it—I didn't know why I was distracted just now, and I didn't have time to pick the leaves from Director Ning's head, so I could only leave regretfully.

……

Ning Qiubai's plot for "Fantasy Dragon-The Change of Brimstone Fire City" is about one hour long, and the crew is expected to finish filming in two weeks.

And in fact, when shooting, we first shoot a fantasy film in the true sense in the copy of Brimstone City, and then according to the shot, we go to the real world to shoot similar realistic scenes to cover up the existence of the copy.

This made the staff of the crew feel a little confused: In our crew, all the storyboards are directed by the director of the day?

Moreover, unlike some artistic directors who like to play on the spot, Director Ning has fixed camera positions and angles when directing the filming. He never gets NG because of trying the shots. At most, the actors' performance process is not satisfactory.

It was almost like shooting the same shot against a film that had already been made.

Although the shooting efficiency of the whole crew is very high, Director Ning is too confident, he doesn't look like a newcomer who just debuted?

"Also, the budget for the props group is too low."

In the tea room, a staff member complained while receiving water, "I didn't make many props at all."

"I don't have any clothes." Another staff member thought it was very good. "The event is not good? I used to be too tired to work with the team."

"I mainly find it strange. Don't all special effects movies rely on props?" The staff of the props team took a sip of water. Is it more than ten times more expensive than making props?"

"Not to mention expensive, it will take longer." The staff of the clothing team curled their lips, "I think some rich second generation came to play tickets, and they were fooled by the special effects team. I think it's best to add special effects to everything... ...Hey, it really depends on the special effects, I don't know when it will be available!"

"Forget it, it has nothing to do with us anyway."

"That's right, it's not good to fish?"

At this moment, the two of them heard some commotion outside, and came out curiously, and found that the previously lazy crew suddenly became tense, and they were suddenly a little puzzled.

A group performer passing by revealed to them: "I heard that there was a visit to the set, and the assistant director asked everyone to get up and continue filming."

The two looked at each other, and saw curiosity in each other's eyes: Is there anyone visiting our crew?

……

When Ning Qiubai received a call from the assistant director for the fifth time, he had just finished a round of filming and was thinking about the shortcomings while playing it back.

Sheng Ming dispersed the giant dragon transformed from the dragon heart, the will-o'-the-wisp transformed from the finger bones of the deceased, and the fire spirits transformed from magma jade, leaving only light balls of different sizes and colors floating in the air like fireflies.

These light spheres acted as the lighting during the shooting process, regardless of the position and brightness were completely controlled by Sheng Ming, which was much more convenient than the lights in the studio.

Northwind carefully lowered his head to avoid the ball of light floating above his head, wiped off his sweat, and reminded, "Director, your phone is ringing."

Ning Qiu kept his eyes on the video camera, said "hmm" twice, then picked up the phone casually: "Hello?"

The assistant director's loud voice came from the phone instantly: "Director, where are you? Sheng Ming's family is here to visit the set!"

Ning Qiubai's thoughts flashed from the camera in an instant: "Who's here?"

"It's Sheng Ming's sister."

Ning Qiubai glanced at Sheng Ming subconsciously, and calmed down: "It says we are filming on location, so we can't go back."

"But Ms. Sheng has been sitting here for a long time, and she said that she would take Sheng Ming to the hospital for a physical examination..." the assistant director said awkwardly, "Director Li is with her, so we can't say anything."

The corner of Ning Qiubai's mouth twitched, and he took a deep breath: "Wait a minute."

He hung up the phone and looked at Sheng Ming, "Did you hear that?"

Sheng Ming put away those dazzling balls of light: "So, do you want to go back?"

Ning Qiubai looked up hesitantly at the black dragon flapping its wings and flying around in the sky.

Sheng Ming had already given the dragon heart to the little black dragon, turning Io, who was about the size of a cat, into a huge black dragon several meters tall.The black dragon, who had obtained the body of an adult dragon for a long time, happily circled and danced in the sky.

"The next scene is the continuation of the scene just now." Ning Qiubai looked at the storyboard of the script he had drawn, feeling very reluctant, "This scene has finished filming the last point, and it is only the final scene."

Sheng Ming thought for a while: "In this case, I can persuade my sister to go back."

Ning Qiubai was waiting for this sentence, his eyes lit up, and he pretended to be reserved and asked: "Will it cause you any trouble?"

Sheng Ming smiled at him: "Don't worry, no."

After speaking, he took Ning Qiubai's cell phone and dialed it back to the assistant director.

Without saying a few words, Sheng Ming hung up the phone and handed it back, "It's done."

In order to listen to the sound on the spot, Ning Qiubai did not turn off the natural volume of Lianhuo City, did not hear the content of Shengming's phone, and only asked curiously: "How do you say it?"

Sheng Ming raised his eyebrows: "I said that I can't get away from filming now, so let the medical examiner come to your house and wait first. Do you want to have a physical examination by the way?"

Ning Qiubai: "...Thank you, no need."