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The few days with the group passed quickly, and the day when Fang Zhiyi officially started filming was coming soon.

The night before the official filming, Cheng Yao went to his room to find the scene he was planning to shoot the next day in advance.

The first scene he wants to act is that he has just returned to the palace to meet the emperor, and the prince is discussing with the emperor where the customs are the most unique, where the women are the most charming, and where the wine is the best. intoxicating.Seeing him come back, he just asked about the scenery on the mountain. He excitedly wanted to report his martial arts to his father, but he didn't have a chance to talk, so he was invited out.

He didn't understand why his father, who was kind, loving and wise when he was young, became like this, so he blamed his ignorant elder brother.After returning to the mansion, he couldn't suppress the tone in his heart, and sent someone to send a letter of worship to the prince's mansion. When he went to visit the next day, he quarreled fiercely with the prince, but the prince turned around and told the emperor about it. He was directly placed under house arrest in the mansion for three months.

The official filming is not according to this timeline, it is the scene where the prince goes to sue first, then the scene where he returns to the palace, then the scene where he is reprimanded by the emperor face to face and ordered to be under house arrest, and then the scene where he goes to the prince’s mansion to quarrel That scene, in the end, was the scene where he went back to the mansion to send the greeting card and was locked in the mansion.

Emotions are so incoherent and jumpy.

So Cheng Yao came to play with him because he was afraid that he would not adjust his emotions in time.

"Then let's follow the order of tomorrow?" Cheng Yao flipped through the script book, "The first scene is mine, skip it, and come to the second scene first." He pointed to the table: "Assuming this is the emperor gone."

Fang Zhiyi: "..."

When the two of them went through it for the first time, it was basically smooth.

Cheng Yao pointed at the script: "If you follow the sequence, you may be able to perform more smoothly, but you must adapt to this state of rapid emotional adjustment, because in the future, the script will be disrupted in the same way. Majority."

Fang Zhiyi nodded, and the two of them passed by again.

"If you are acting," Cheng Yao thought for a while, "Do you belong to the experience school or the academic school?"

Fang Zhiyi paused for a moment, then replied: "I'm probably partial to the academic school. Generally, I will analyze this character to figure out how to express him, but I also need to be driven by my own emotions."

"In this case, you should be able to master this emotional switch very quickly." Cheng Yao seemed very pleased, "You are not skilled enough yet, let's first analyze the psychological state of this character in these scenes..."

By the third time, it was almost twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

"Thank you Brother Cheng Yao." Fang Zhiyi put down the script book in his hand, "Go back and rest."

Cheng Yao nodded, stood up and suddenly turned around: "Look, if I didn't have friendship with your brother, although I would also come to play with you, I would not take you in such detail, but let you more Figure it out for yourself. Is there any problem with this kind of use of your own family?"

Fang Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Did my brother call you again?"

Cheng Yao: "...Yes."

Fang Zhiyi was silent for a while, and said sincerely: "But I'm still lying on his old man's blacklist."

Cheng Yao: "...???"

Fang Zhiyi said carefully: "He didn't tell you about this?"

Cheng Yao let out a "huh", grabbed his script book and went out.

Fang Zhiyi: "..."

Since Fang Zhiyi was more used to living alone, he simply booked another room next door for his assistant.

He put the script book in his bag, took a simple shower, and lay down on the bed.

I'm really tired today... I hope I can show my best mental state tomorrow.Let's talk about other things later.

……

Cheng Yao's side.

Fang Minxing: "How is my brother?"

Cheng Yao: "Hehe."

Fang Minxing: "Huh?"

Cheng Yao endured it, and couldn't help it: "You put your brother on the blacklist and asked me to pass on the message, do you still have a conscience?"

Fang Minxing was overjoyed: "He called me!?"

Cheng Yao: "...Did you miss the point?"

Fang Minxing coughed a few times: "Didn't he put me on the blacklist first?"

Cheng Yao: "..."

Cheng Yao hung up the phone with a cold face—what's wrong with the brothers?

……

Since we had a scene yesterday, the shooting on the second day went very smoothly, basically all in one pass.

There was still a lot of time left when the filming was over. The director originally wanted to add a few scenes temporarily, but finally thought that the intensity of his first day of filming should not be so high, so he asked him to go back early to rest, and the remaining actors added up. What else can be rushed to finish shooting today.

It was still early when Fang Zhiyi returned to the hotel, the little assistant came in to pack his things for him and then went back to his own room.

After shooting the scene in one day, although it is said that there is no repeated grinding, it is still tiring enough.Fang Zhiyi slumped on the chair on the balcony for a while, then got up to take a shower.

The warm water splashed down to dilute some of the soreness on his body, and he wiped his face and let out a sigh of relief.Calculating the time, according to the plot, it seems that I should give Boss Sheng a call.

I also need to find an opportunity to go home and have a good talk with my family.Fang Zhiyi sighed, he was too impulsive at the beginning, he just felt that his family wanted to completely control himself, blindly confident in his ability, and ran away as soon as he said it, probably the eldest brother was also very sad.

When he got out of the shower, he saw a missed call from the world's number one cutie, who rang for three seconds.

Fang Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, then laughed: Is this a reminder to call him?

He put the towel on his head and reached out to beat it: "Hello?"

The people over there followed suit: "Hello?"

Fang Zhiyi casually rubbed his wet hair with a towel in one hand, and asked with a smile while holding the phone in the other: "How is your baby?"

There was a pause for a while, and there was a "hum".

Fang Zhiyi sighed: "I'll be busy for a long time and won't be able to go back. Isn't it very hard to feel wronged and live at home by myself?"

The other side finally spoke, with a limp elongated tone: "When will you come back——"

Fang Zhiyi brought this voice to Mr. Sheng who was talking about things with him in a suit and leather shoes, and then to Sheng Chang'an who was holding a bear with red eyes. It felt a little exciting.

He changed his posture: "I want to fly back to hug you now, but I really can't go away. I'll try my best to finish my work and go back to see you, okay?"

The voice over there was frustrated and lost, with a sigh: "The rose flowers you sent at the beginning have all dried up..."

Fang Zhiyi chuckled lightly and teased him: "Aren't there many more in the flower beds?"

"But that's different." The voice over there looked very sad, "You brought the bear here."

Fang Zhiyi was so cute that he almost turned over on the spot.He has already conjured up the image of a white lop-eared rabbit with its ears drooping on the ground.

"Forget it," Sheng Changan took a deep breath, "You should work hard." Then he hung up the phone.

Fang Zhiyi looked at the "call ended" phone interface, and a bold idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

The next day, Sheng Changan just arrived at the company, and within 10 minutes of sitting down, he saw someone bringing flowers up, and the employee who brought them up looked trembling: "Mr. Sheng, someone gave you flowers."

Sheng Changan: "!!!???"

The employee's legs were shaking a little: "If you don't accept it, I can throw it away for you, no trouble..."

"Forget it." Sheng Changan frowned, "Let's put it there."

After the employee went out, he quickly went downstairs and returned to his station, with a look of tears on his face: "I knew it, I should have known that I would be punished for being late for work, I sent the bouquet of flowers there At that time, Mr. Sheng's face turned black, which warrior will send flowers to Mr. Sheng!"

"Aren't those people who wanted to attack Mr. Sheng all miserable later on? Why are there still people who don't give up?"

"Everyone wants to eat swan meat." Another person came over, "Have you read the note? What is written on it."

The man shook his head quickly: "How dare I?"

The colleague next to her looked at her suspiciously.

The man insisted not to speak, and everyone dispersed.

Not to mention the message on the note that was obviously on the verge of death, the to sign is too daring! Who gave him the courage to write the title "the world's number one cutest"! ?Why does anyone dare to muddle?

Sheng Changan's situation was completely different from what the group of employees thought.

After the employee walked out of his office, he stood up, walked to the bouquet of bright roses, and poked the white bear sitting upright on it.

There is also a small note in the little bear's arms: "Send the gift from the flower bear to the baby. To: The world's cutest little one."

Sheng Changan pursed his lips, picked up the note and looked at it for a while, then turned around and put it on his bookshelf.

He thought about it again, removed the bear and put it in his lounge, took out a few flowers from the bouquet and put them in a vase next to the desk in the office, and finally decided to bag the remaining part and take it back to his apartment .

So when he left the office with flowers at noon, the eyes of the employees who hadn't left immediately focused on the roses in the paper bag in his hand.

When his back disappeared on the stairs, the employees immediately discussed eagerly: "Did you see that pile of roses stuffed in the bag?"

"Did you hear what happened in the morning?"

"I heard that, it seems to be true, I thought Xiao Chen lied to me."

"Boss Sheng didn't lose his temper and throw flowers or anything. He even wrapped them up and threw them away. He's so gentle."

"Maybe I'm thinking whether to braise that person in brown sauce or steam it in a wok."

"Tsk tsk tsk, warrior, a real warrior..."

And Sheng Changan——

I drove back to my apartment, replaced the roses, put them in a glass cabinet, put the roses in a vase, and sprayed some water with a small watering can.