Our president is stupid and rich

Fang Zhiyi went to the set early the next morning.

Because it is in the outskirts of the city, there is no need to bring too many things. After all, no matter what is missing, it is very convenient to go home, and if there is no night show, you can go home directly.

Sheng Bin probably was also intimidated by Sheng Changan's operation, so he never sent him another email.

The filming location was an unfinished building in a community. The crew rented it out and repaired it. The environment was more in line with the script setting.

This movie is basically a single protagonist, so there are not many actors coming.The production crew put great effort into preparing the props. There was an old drawing board easel on the balcony, and a stack of papers hanging behind the easel; the floor of the balcony was also dirty from pencil shavings.

After having lunch at noon, the director said: "The official shooting is on NO.15. In the past few days, we mainly have to get in touch with each other and do some preparatory work. In order to make your condition better when the official shooting starts, this Don’t go home or stay in a hotel for a few days, the decoration here is not bad, so let’s stay here for four or five days first.”

Because of emotion and reason, Fang Zhiyi couldn't refuse, but he was worried about Sheng Chang'an.

He hesitated and said, "Then can I call at night?"

The director glared at him: "Not for a few days! You have to follow the routine of the characters in the script and experience it carefully."

Fang Zhiyi: "..."

In the afternoon, he found time to call Sheng Changan.

After Sheng Chang'an patiently listened to what he said, he smiled and said, "It's okay, anyway, it's only these few days, you should prepare well for your work."

Fang Zhiyi asked him a few more words about resting at night, and hung up the phone.

The props of the director team were prepared with care, including the bed.

When Fang Zhiyi was lying on the bed at night, he really experienced what it meant to have a mattress that was as hard as if it was only covered with a layer of sheets, and a quilt that had been quilted for many years and was as cold as iron.

He turned over on the bed for an unknown amount of time before falling asleep, and when he woke up the next day, his back was sore and his back ached.

The director looked at his state and reminded him: "Yesterday was the first night, so I just let you experience this bed first. Starting today, you have to get up in the middle of the night and go out to draw stars."

Fang Zhiyi: "..."

The director seemed to think of something suddenly: "Have you studied art before?"

Fang Zhiyi thought about the assault training he had learned for less than a month, and nodded guiltyly: "But..."

"We don't plan to find a replacement," the director said, "You have to draw it yourself."

Fang Zhiyi: "..." I advise you to reconsider!

Fang Zhiyi said with difficulty: "I'm not very good at drawing."

"Just practice more these few days." The director waved to the door, and a boy wearing glasses came in: "This is Zhang Zheng, and he will be your art teacher from now on."

Fang Zhiyi: "...OK."

Zhang Zheng seemed to have a good temper, and his voice was a little low: "Then why don't you draw a picture for me to see?"

Fang Zhiyi sat down under the director's admiring gaze.

10 minute later.

director:"……"

Zhang Zheng: "..."

Fang Zhiyi struggled and said, "It's still... okay?"

The director looked at the messy sky on the drawing board, then looked up at the blue sky, and swallowed: "Are you... the color is not very good?"

Fang Zhiyi Xin said that I am not only not good at color, but my talent is not in art.

Zhang Zheng looked like he was having a headache, and walked over: "Your...the brush strokes, the way you hold the pen are all right...but..."

Fang Zhiyi patiently waited for the comments.

Zhang Zheng took his pen, picked out some paint from the paint box, and showed him: "Can't you get it ready? Just turn the brush, the color can't be completely pasted, otherwise it will Dirty."

Fang Zhiyi looked at his painting again: "..."

Zhang Zheng thought for a while: "Actually, it's okay. Your posture is fine. I'll draw a demonstration picture for you later, and you can copy it over and over again. The effect you get after more practice is probably enough."

The director frowned: "When the time comes, every picture he draws will be different."

Zhang Zheng smiled: "It's quite simple. At that time, a different draft will be produced on the drawing paper, and the color matching will be changed a little."

"That's fine." The director sighed: "You should practice hard these few days."

Fang Zhiyi hesitated for a moment, then took out his mobile phone: "What do you guys think of this picture?"

The director took a look at the phone and handed it to Zhang Zheng.

Zhang Zheng's eyes lit up, and he hesitated again: "Who drew this or did you find it from the Internet?"

"I didn't find it online." Fang Zhiyi paused, "It was drawn by my... classmate."

Zhang Zheng's expression was a bit indescribable, he nodded: "This one is not bad, just follow this painting, the original painting is the best."

Once the filming starts on the set, it may be difficult to preserve a painting.Fang Zhiyi discussed: "Can you print it out? I can also print it in color."

Zhang Zheng: "...Are you sure you can?"

Fang Zhiyi: "...not very sure."

director:"……"

After eating at noon, Fang Zhiyi mentioned this matter when he called Sheng Changan.Sheng Chang'an patiently listened to him, and said, "I'll send it to you."

"But what if it gets dirty or gets lost?" Fang Zhiyi was very embarrassed, "You draw so well."

Sheng Changan was silent for a while, then said softly, "This is a movie that is very important to you, isn't it?"

Fang Zhiyi gave a "hmm" and continued, "But..."

Sheng Changan smiled: "Then you take that painting over, and when the last scene is filmed, can you hang it on the wall as well?"

Fang Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat.

Sheng Changan continued: "After all, it is impossible for me to shoot a movie with you, but putting my painting in it is equivalent to us appearing in the same movie, right? Even if you don't take it, put it At home, this painting will fade sooner or later. But if... it can be filmed, then it will be recorded in light and shadow, and it will always remain the way you saw it at first, isn't it good? "

Fang Zhiyi's heart beat faster, his throat was a little dry, he opened his mouth, and finally said: "...OK."

"Then when is it convenient for you?" Sheng Changan heard the sound of flipping paper, "Is it okay to send it to you after I finish my work in the afternoon?"

"Yes." Fang Zhiyi took a few deep breaths, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up: "So, can what you just said be regarded as..."

Sheng Changan paused for a moment: "Forget it."

When Fang Zhiyi wanted to say something more, Sheng Changan hung up the phone decisively.Fang Zhiyi heard a "beep", looked at the blacked-out phone screen, and couldn't help laughing again.He turned around and went out to tell the director about it, the director nodded: "Yes."

At around eight o'clock, Fang Zhiyi received a call from Sheng Changan, asking him to go downstairs to pick up his things.Fang Zhiyi quickly went downstairs with his hat and mask on, opened the co-pilot's door and got in the car.

Sheng Changan was still wearing a formal suit, with a pair of thin gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.When Fang Zhiyi got into the car, he seemed to be startled. The two people's eyes collided, and Fang Zhiyi suddenly couldn't help it.

In fact, it wasn't long before the two separated, but Sheng Changan's confession in the afternoon, as well as his cold and ascetic attire, suddenly made Fang Zhiyi want to do some things that couples would do when they reunited.

He bullied himself over, Sheng Changan's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't hide.Fang Zhiyi reached out to hold his glasses, and the tip of their noses rubbed against each other. Fang Zhiyi said in a low voice, "Excuse me...can I kiss you?"

Since the faces of the two were too close, Sheng Changan couldn't see his appearance clearly at all. Under the warm yellow light in the car, this ambiguous feeling was even stronger, not to mention Fang Zhiyi's words. From time to time, the hot air that brushed against his lips blew out slightly.

Sheng Changan blinked nervously, and slowly stretched out his hand to hold Fang Zhiyi's shoulder.Fang Zhiyi laughed, took off his glasses, put his left hand on the back of his neck, and leaned over to kiss him.

After an unknown amount of time, Sheng Changan stretched out his hand to push him, Fang Zhiyi slowly let go of him, and laughed, "You have to learn to breathe through your nose when kissing... I'll teach you again..."

Sheng Changan only had time to let out a "huh", and his lips were held by him again.After a while, the two finally separated, Sheng Changan took out a tissue to wipe the corners of his mouth, blushed and remained silent for a while, then asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Fang Zhiyi nodded, and then seemed to think of something suddenly: "But if there are other things, you can eat them."

Sheng Changan hesitated for a moment, and took out a food box: "Don't force yourself."

Fang Zhiyi took it and opened it, only a bowl of porridge inside.

Sheng Changan had already put on glasses to hide the emotion on his face: "I think you should have eaten, so you just made a bowl of porridge. If you are not hungry now..."

"Of course I'm hungry." Fang Zhiyi immediately picked up the spoon and began to talk about his situation in the film crew: "Because this painter lives alone, he cooks by himself, and he does poorly. So the director asked me to I cook and eat by myself. You know my level, the director said after watching it, 'It's not bad, it's about like this', and my few meals are all dark dishes cooked by myself."

Sheng Chang'an couldn't help laughing out loud: "Then I'll come and bring you food later?"

"Don't, don't." Fang Zhiyi quickly waved his hand, "It's not hard enough for you to come here for more than an hour. Besides, I have to lose weight now, and then I have to look sad and thin in front of the camera. OK. If you keep coming to deliver meals to me, when the movie is finished, the audience will see it, good guy, how can you still get fat like this by eating dry food every day in this last world..."

Sheng Changan was amused by him and laughed.

A bowl of porridge was quickly finished, Sheng Changan took it and put it away, and took out a small painting tube from the back seat: "It's in this, you can take it away."

Fang Zhiyi quickly took it and held it in his arms.When he was about to say something, the phone rang suddenly. He picked it up and saw that it was the director.

As soon as he picked it up, the director immediately said, "When are you coming back? It's time to go to bed, and I have to go to the balcony to draw stars in the middle of the night."

Fang Zhiyi: "..." I hate it!

Sheng Changan probably knew that he was going back to work, and urged him to get off the car: "Get up quickly."

Fang Zhiyi looked at the small painting tube in his arms, pressed it over and kissed him quickly, opened the door, got out of the car and went upstairs.

Before Sheng Changan could react, he just felt his lips soften, and then saw Fang Zhiyi's back leaving quickly.He reached out his hand to touch the warmth still on his lips, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up, and the color on his ears quickly spread to his face. He shook his head, turned the car and went home.