Retired Unlimited Streaming NPCs Help Me Make Movies

After solving Ning Yan, Ning Qiubai devoted himself to the filming in the next few days.

Several members of "Yu" have honed their acting skills superbly in multiple copies, but they also need certain guidance to fully fit the roles.

And this is an occasion where all kinds of new knowledge learned from Mr. Guo Jiuzhou are used in practice. Ning Qiubai puts his heart into it. During the day, he shoots in the deep sea palace, and when he comes back at night, he has to sort out the next day's plan, revise and summarize today. experience of.

Sheng Ming delivered coffee to Ning Qiubai several times, from the silent caring at the beginning to the impossibility of persuading Ning Qiubai to take a rest later, Ning Qiubai refused all of them with a smile.

He is in the phase of burning inspiration and enthusiasm, what a waste of time!

Ning Qiubai thought that he was considered a half "vegetative" now, and staying up late for a few days would be all right, but he didn't expect that a week later, he fell ill.

Pushing his arms and barely sitting up, Ning Qiubai touched his forehead and said to himself: "It doesn't seem very hot..."

Then why is my head so dizzy?

He let out the mist tree above his head, and found that the original green branches had turned a little yellow, and the leaves were all wilted. He simply waved the branches, and half of them fell off with a "crash".

Ning Qiubai looked at the scattered leaves on the bed in shock, wondering if he should start worrying about his future baldness...

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

Suddenly there were three knocks on the door.

Ning Qiubai put away the branches subconsciously and said, "Please come in."

Only then did he realize how hoarse his voice was, and his throat was as dry as if it was about to burst into flames.

Sheng Ming pushed the door open and came in, holding warm water and medicine in his hand, frowning: "Are you awake? Drink some water and sleep for a while."

"Today's shooting plan..." Ning Qiubai felt dizzy after only saying a few words, and quickly leaned against the head of the bed.

Sheng Ming's expression was not very good-looking, he held back when he wanted to say something, and brought the water glass to Ning Qiubai's mouth.

Ning Qiubai took two sips from Sheng Ming's hand, and then he was a little surprised: "Why are your hands so cold?"

"It's because your hands are too hot." Sheng Ming took out the thermometer, "Take your body temperature."

During the process of measuring body temperature, Ning Qiubai had realized that he had a fever, and muttered, "This is troublesome, every day of delaying the shooting is a waste of money!"

Although most of his shots were shot in the deep sea palace, the real set also has progress.

Sheng Ming kept a straight face and did not speak.

Ning Qiubai babbled for a long time by himself, then suddenly raised his head, a little dazed: "Why don't you speak?"

Sheng Ming said, "I'm angry."

Ning Qiubai: "Huh?"

With a straight face, Sheng Ming repeated: "I'm angry."

"Sheng, why are you angry?"

Sheng Ming's eyes fell on Ning Qiubai's pale lips due to illness, and he pursed his lips: "My boyfriend didn't care about his illness in bed, so I got angry."

Ning Qiubai remembered that Sheng Ming had advised him to take a good rest several times, and couldn't help shrinking back a little guilty: "I'm sorry..."

Seeing Ning Qiubai's dazed eyes because of the fever, Sheng Ming couldn't say anything even if he got angry, he could only sigh: "I've already asked for leave for both production crews for you, today you must rest at home."

"At least I can tidy up the storyboard—" Under Sheng Ming's uncompromising eyes, Ning Qiubai automatically silenced his voice, and said aggrievedly, "Okay, I got it."

Sheng Ming helped Ning Qiubai take out the thermometer and looked at it, his face became a little ugly: "I have already sent Gui Fei over, and I will treat you later."

"Bone Sanqiqi can..."

"The bone doctor in your family has no research on the diseases of plants." Sheng Ming refused, "It will only suggest you to perform surgery."

"It's much better now..." Ning Qiubai defended Gu Sanqiqi, and then complained, "I thought that the parasites of the Misty Tree wouldn't get sick."

"Misty Wood is not a panacea." Sheng Ming frowned, "And the place you've been in these days happens to be the place that Mist Wood hates the most."

Ning Qiubai's chaotic head didn't react for a while.

"What terrestrial plants have you seen that like the deep sea? Think about how long it has been since you let the mist tree bask in the sun?"

That being said...it seems to be...

Ning Qiubai felt more guilty, pulled up the quilt to cover half of his face, and sighed deeply.

Sheng Ming brushed Ning Qiubai's sweat-wet hair aside, seeing Ning Qiubai's expression, his eyes softened a lot: "Are you hungry, I'll make you something to eat."

Ning Qiubai mumbled under the quilt: "Hungry."

The corners of Sheng Ming's mouth curled up, he tucked up the quilt for him, and got up to leave.

Ning Qiubai suddenly reached out and pulled his sleeve.

Sheng Ming turned around.

Ning Qiubai stuck his head out from under the quilt, and whispered, "I want to kiss you."

Sheng Ming was stunned, his tense face completely melted away, he leaned over and pressed a pure kiss on Ning Qiubai's forehead, then patted Ning Qiubai's head, then turned and walked away.

After walking out of the door, Sheng Ming stopped suddenly, his eyes gradually wandered, he reached out and touched his lips, he didn't know what he thought of, he lowered his head and let out a muffled laugh, and walked towards the kitchen.

……

In the bedroom, Ning Qiubai put the quilt on his head and felt his face getting hotter.

If you want to die, have you ever kissed him before? Why does this simple kiss on the two ends make him so excited?

Could it be that the psychological defense line is also lowered because of the fever!

But Sheng Ming's lips are ice cold, so comfortable on his forehead... If he can kiss his mouth... Ahhh!Sick people don't think about these things!

But having said that, he has been busy this week. Although he meets Sheng Ming every day, most of them are purely communicating with the director and actor. In terms of love relationship, let alone intimacy, he doesn't even hold hands... It's hard to talk For a love affair, it doesn't seem so good to make it like this!

It's no wonder that when Sheng Ming advised himself to take a good rest a few days ago, his voice was more or less resentful... Let's apologize to Sheng Ming later...

Ning Qiubai huddled under the blanket, reflecting on herself.

Hearing the sound of the bedroom door being pushed open, Ning Qiubai poked his head out: "I'm sorry, I haven't been with you well these two days, what do you want to do later...uh."

Gui Fei walked in carrying the medicine box, and nodded calmly.

Ning Qiubai felt that his face was flushed—he could only hypnotize that he had a fever now, and most people should not be able to see it.

Du Zigui poked his head out from Gui Fei's back, and said enthusiastically, "'You can do whatever you want'? Director Ning, do you know the consequences of saying this? Boss's personality probably won't let you get out of bed for a week! "

Ning Qiubai: "..."

The person you least want to be heard has appeared!Being known by Du Zigui is equivalent to being known by everyone!

Du Zigui leaned over with a smile, and said mysteriously: "Don't worry, I will keep it a secret for you."

Ning Qiubai didn't believe it at all: "Even a thrush can be kept secret?"

Du Zigui said without any concealment: "I will tell Huamei and ask her to keep it a secret from you."

It wasn't because he had a fever and lacked strength, Ning Qiubai was able to hang Du Zigui up and spank his ass.

In contrast, returning home is much more normal.

As a "doctor", Gui Fei took out a bunch of medical equipment that Ning Qiubai didn't know from the medical box, and asked Ning Qiubai to stretch out his hand and open his mouth to do the examination.

Ning Qiubai released a piece of mist wood for Gui Fei to scan, and glanced sideways, and found that there was an extra person in the room at some point.

No, it's a skeleton monster.

Gu Sanqiqi pushed the mirror frame, the flames in his eye sockets danced, carefully observing Gui Fei's every move.

Ning Qiubai: "..."

Think of me as a clinical trial study, right?

Gui Fei quickly put away those props: "It's not a big problem, the half of the human body is too tired, and the half of the mist wood, because of the prosperity and withering of a reincarnation, began to enter 'hibernation', and most of the strength declined , the resistance is greatly reduced."

Ning Qiubai calculated the current season: It seems that it is indeed winter... Thinking about it this way, it turns out that the mist tree is still a deciduous plant?It is clearly a species in an illusory game, but it is unexpectedly in line with the logic of reality...

"I'll prepare some medicine for you, take it on time." Gui Fei stood up, "Also, get more sun exposure and drink plenty of water to maintain enough nutrition, which can keep Misty Tree alive."

Ning Qiubai nodded obediently.

Du Zigui took off his glasses and wiped the lenses: "I used the 'prophecy' to help you see it just now. This time, I will recover from my illness in three days."

Ning Qiubai knew that there was a certain price to be paid for using the professional ability of unreal games in reality, so he said very gratefully: "Thank you."

Du Zigui waved his hands carelessly: "What's the matter, you are our companion! Ah, Liu'er should be here soon, I'll go pick her up."

By the way, I would like to share with Liu Huamei what I heard just now... Ning Qiubai added in his heart.

Gu Sanqiqi saw that the diagnosis and treatment had ended, he nodded to Ning Qiubai, and left while thinking.

Gui Fei packed up the medicine box, and suddenly said abruptly: "Sheng Ming has changed a lot."

Ning Qiubai was taken aback for a moment, then looked up at him.

Gui Fei usually doesn't talk much, and his words are very simple, "Compared to when he was 15 years old, he has a lot more human touch."

Ning Qiubai wondered if Gui Fei knew that Sheng Ming's state in the past few years was all faked, and he said haha: "Didn't it be like this before?"

Gui Fei shook his head: "Before meeting you, Sheng Ming acted like a normal person."

"Like", not "is".

Ning Qiubai fell silent.

Gui Fei showed a rare smile, "Very good. Although I was the beneficiary of Sheng Ming's brazenness in those years when he was in a bad state, I still hope that he can live a normal life like a human being."

Ning Qiubai remembered that Gui Fei said before that the opportunity for him to meet Sheng Ming was the 15-year-old version of Sheng Ming who was "benevolent and generous" and helped him a lot.

Ning Qiubai recalled the Sheng Ming he saw today.

Instead of putting on the disguise that was once alive but only a mask, he showed all kinds of unhappy emotions.

Even though it is a negative emotion, it still belongs to "human beings" and should have changes.

The corners of Ning Qiubai's lips curled up slowly, and he replied in a low voice, "Well, I think so too."

……

Sheng Ming stood at the door, listening to the conversation inside, subconsciously reached out and touched his face.

There is no mirror, but he can feel the curvature of his lips.

The "self" that has been scattered and sealed in a piece of ice since it failed to be seized by the phoenix seems to have melted into a clear spring, and fresh green leaves sprouted around it, becoming his anchor. Set the most solid coordinates for himself, let him finally break away from that dazed state and set foot on the real land.