Don't act like a baby [Transmigration Book]

The next day the weather was fine, so Song Chen called Meng Shi together and drove to Dongshan.

"Didn't you already plant so many flowers and still plant them? I remember that there are also plum blossoms in your flower field."

"Too few, the flowers look good only when they have a large scale. Uncle Bai said this is an old plum tree that is hundreds of years old, let's go and have a look."

"If you have no place to spend your money, ask me to invest in a movie." Meng Shi said with a smile.

"I will look for you in the future," Song Chen said, "You should practice kung fu first."

"I don't shoot, I raise investment, and I'm the boss behind the scenes." Meng Shi said, "I recently met a commercial film director, who is very thoughtful, and I will introduce you someday. Haven't you always wanted to make a personal video collection? "

"There will be opportunities in the future." Song Chen looked out the window excitedly.

The car went up the mountain and stopped at the square next to the East Lake. The old butler got out of the car and said, "We have to go on foot. Menggu Village is relatively remote and difficult to get around."

The three of them walked down a mountain path. It was already autumn, and the mountain was full of maple leaves, which was extremely beautiful. Along the way, they saw many men, women and children coming to play.Song Chen asked Meng Shi: "Will this maple leaf forest be beautiful if it is photographed?"

"Adding a filter or something will make it more beautiful." Meng Shi said.

Song Chen thought it was a surprise.

Meng Shi felt that he seemed to hold back his big move.

After walking for about 20 minutes, they saw a small mountain village surrounded by maple forests. Only the surrounding area of ​​the village was still green. There was an old plum tree in the field, which could be seen clearly from such a distance, with its branches spreading out. , Song Chen fell in love at first sight.

The three came to the bottom of the old plum tree. Song Chen looked up. When he got to the bottom of the tree, he felt that the old plum tree had a more beautiful shape and longer branches.

The scene he wanted appeared in his mind.

"Tell Brother Zhang and the others, don't plant the plum blossoms you bought in the flower field, but plant them here."

"Grow it here?" Meng Shi said, "You can grow it if you want?"

"So don't you have to discuss this with the master?" Song Chen smiled, it was rare for him to smile, his originally cold and dejected face could fascinate people when he smiled.

The old housekeeper said, "Then do you want to contract or buy it?"

"It's best if you can buy it. If you can't buy it, you can contract it. If the price is higher, it shouldn't be a problem."

The old housekeeper went to talk to the host, and Song Chen and Meng Shi walked around the field.

The corn has been harvested, and there is only fresh soil left in the field, and there is a big pond next to it, and there are fish in the pond.

Such a good place has no one to develop it.

"Are you trying to turn this into a tourist attraction? Let me tell you, the road is too difficult to walk. If there is no road, tourists will not come."

"I haven't thought that far yet." Song Chen said, "I'm rich and self-willed. I have a scene in my mind, and I just want to see if it can be realized." He stood on the ground and looked at the distant villages, scattered There are a few scattered houses with weeds growing on the black tiles, and the surrounding maple leaves are like fire. You don't have to wait for the plum blossoms to bloom, you can take pictures.

He said to Meng Shi, "What's the name of the director you're talking about? He made an appointment to meet him during lunch?"

"Sun Sihai." Meng Shi said, "I made an appointment with him very well. He has nothing to do all day long."

The old housekeeper over there also came back and told the price he negotiated.

Song Chen thinks about everything now, except money. Now, for him, the problems that money can solve are not problems.He didn't spend any money during this time, Zhao Yungang was still worried, saying why he didn't ask for pocket money yet, it should be spent, don't waste it: "Dad's money is just for you to spend!"

In the past, Song Chen was a rich young master who was used to being extravagant.

Rich people don't chase their dreams, they are not stupid.

"Okay, let's buy it." He said to the old housekeeper: "After you buy it, you can let Brother Zhang and the others transplant the plum blossoms here."

The reason why he chose to transplant the rest of the plum blossoms here instead of transplanting the old plum trees here was that his main consideration was the survival of the old plum trees.Even the plum blossoms in an acre of land are not as good as this old plum tree.

As an author, he also has some classic stalks that are beloved by author fans, including but not limited to chasing a bus on a bicycle, running while crying on the long street at midnight, handsome men and beautiful women looking back and smiling, looking up under a flower tree, Unexpectedly, a knife was inserted into the opponent's chest and so on and so on.As a transparent author, when watching TV and movies, he often thinks, if it were him, he would shoot as he would. He has a hundred classic scenes that he wants to show on the video!

He transmigrated as Song Chen, yet separated from Song Chen. Let him act out the scenes he wanted to see in his heart, which is also fascinating and wonderful, blending and detaching.

However, of course he is not just for beauty, he has a longer-term plan.

Don't rush, take your time step by step.Even if Zhao Jindong cannot be attracted, as far as he is concerned, it is also a process of chasing dreams, living a good and unrestrained life.

Sun Sihai is an unsuccessful little director.

The more frustrated a young director is, the more he feels that he belongs to the kind whose talent is buried, stubborn and lofty, and sticks to his artistic integrity.

"I just didn't catch the opportunity. If someone is willing to invest in me and give me the book, I will definitely win a prize for making a film."

"What the hell are the films showing now? There are so many domestic films released throughout the year. I dare say that most of them are bad films, without any ideological or artistic quality. All the traffic stars and all the fresh meat are sent to the big screen. It's these people who ruined the film and television industry!"

"If I want to make a film that only needs to be beautiful, I can do it too, and it's better than all of them!"

As soon as Song Chen heard it, he answered immediately: "I want that kind of film that is just beautiful and beautiful, so you can help me make a part of it."

Sun Sihai blushed from drinking, and looked at Song Chen in front of him.

He has seen all kinds of handsome men, but the rich young man in front of him still makes him dumbfounded.

The real handsome men and beautiful women are all among the people.No beauty, no makeup, natural carvings look good.Song Chen's face looks good in a mirror no matter how you take it.

Sun Sihai originally planned to follow his own artistic standards, but it was really rare for him to meet such a photogenic young man, and he was paid a lot of money.He felt that as long as he took a good picture of Song Chen, he might become popular.

No matter how noble a director is, he still has a heart that wants to be popular.Anyone who doesn't want to get angry will go to Vanity Fair.

"You have to listen to me about how to shoot. I have the final say on the general direction, and you are in control of professional things." Song Chen said.

Sun Sihai touched his glass: "Success!"

Coming out of the hotel, Meng Shi said: "Damn these poor art workers are hypocritical, forced to talk about a lot of art, and finally took this job."

Song Chen said: "One must have a full stomach before talking about ideals."

He understood Sun Sihai very well.

It's the same as his writing. You have to have a foundation and solve the problem of survival before you can talk about pursuit.Otherwise, no one will watch, you will be full of things, and no one will listen to your expression, and only you will know the bitterness of the so-called narcissism.

Talking about any pursuit is nonsense if it is not popular, and people will read everything you write about it when it is popular.

Meng Shi said, "Do you think he is reliable? If not, buddy, I can find you a famous director."

"No problem, those who are not well-known can communicate and be obedient. Besides, support new directors." Song Chen said.

"I thought you were just joking, but I didn't expect you to come for real."

"Actually, it's just a joke. Just try it on a whim."

The weather was fine, and Song Chen was a little excited on the way back. He asked Meng Shi to drive a convertible on the long street. He stood up and raised his arms high. Meng Shi's eyebrows and eyes are familiar to Meng Shi, who is somewhat nervous Song Chen.

"I really want to call twice." He said to Meng Shi.

Meng Shi said, "You can call if you want."

Song Chen looked at the passing vehicles, his chest was throbbing, but he didn't cry out after all, but he was very excited, walking through the city he described.The autumn flowers on both sides of the street are like fire and fragrant, which is the avenue of flowers he described.

In addition to Song Chen himself, he also found a few college students from art colleges to shoot together. After the people were settled, he went to order Hanfu.

Song Chen himself is a fan of Hanfu, so when he wrote "Divorce", he also designed such a hobby for the characters in his pen.Song Chen himself has several sets of Hanfu, all of which are made by famous designers, and are more expensive than ordinary luxury ready-to-wear.

When Song Chen got home, he took out those sets of Hanfu, spread them on the floor, and looked at them carefully.

He knelt on the ground, touching the embroidery on the Hanfu.

Because Song Chen loves flowers, different Hanfus are embroidered with different flowers, some are orchids, some are crabapple, some are epiphyllum, etc. Even if you look closely, there are embroidery on all white plain clothes, but it is not easy to see.

Love it.

The role of him and Song Chen is still separated, and he has never regarded himself as the real Song Chen, so he has always had a feeling of dreaming and acting. He found a small fan from Wang Ma's room and put it in the air. On the floor, put on the Hanfu and blow to it.

The clothes were blown by the fan, he looked left and right in the mirror, and opened it with a fan brush, acting like a flirtatious young man, like watching a nobleman in a film and television drama.

Then he suddenly moved like a rabbit: "Yo Yo Yo, Chuck Nao, here's a set of pancakes and fruits!"

After yelling, point to the mirror and make a pistol-like finger: "biu!"

While admiring himself in the mirror, he heard the sound of the door opening from outside. He walked out of the cloakroom to take a look, and saw Zhao Jindong coming in.

He leaned loudly towards the door of the cloakroom, shook the fan and shook it twice.

Zhao Jindong went straight to the bathroom as if he didn't see it.

He was already on Song Chen's upper body, and waving his fan, he arrived at the door of the bathroom, pushed open the door of the bathroom, and looked at Zhao Jindong like a young man.

Just as Zhao Jindong unzipped the zipper, when he heard the door rattle, he quickly closed it again, frowning and turning his head away.

Song Chen's teasing thoughts suddenly changed when he saw Zhao Jindong's action of pushing back. He couldn't hide his embarrassment and shyness, so he leaned against the door, covered the lower half of his face with a fan, and forced his eyes Arrogant, he looked at Zhao Jindong.

After watching him for a while, he turned and left.

……

"nerve."

He heard Zhao Jindong say in the bathroom.

Song Chen's heart beat a little faster.

Probably because he stared at the mirror for a long time just now, Song Chen's upper body, at the moment just now, seemed to be uncontrollably insane, and he had some crazy thoughts.

In fact, when he wrote Song Chen, he still held back his strength, fearing that readers would scold him. If he were allowed to let go of his writing, he could write more viciously and chaotically, more like a beast with only animal instincts.

How does he feel that after being Song Chen for a long time in the future, the madness and violence in his heart will be released.

Is Song Chen a character he is forced to pretend to be, or is it an inherent turmoil in his heart.He secretly expected to become a completely different person.

Like the episode he wrote, Zhao Jindong can be tied up and raped if he can't love him, vicious and crazy, firmly grasping the initiative.

Song Chen suddenly felt irritable, like the night he was thrown from the bed by Zhao Jindong.He returned to the cloakroom, pulled off his collar, revealing his white and firm chest, stretched out his hand and grabbed the collarbone vigorously, leaving a red mark.The eyes can't hide things, they are full of ferocious lust.

He was unwilling to be reconciled to Zhao Jindong's indifference and disgust, and he even felt that Zhao Jindong owed him some anger.

This kind of expressionless man should probably be raped, seeing how happy his distorted face is when he climaxes.

This is Song Chen's idea in the original work, so why not his idea, Song Chen's or his, it's hard to tell.