Zhu Yilong--A Warm Smoke

At 09:30, the actors had finished introducing themselves and their characters, and Song Nuan had finished reading the script. There were ten episodes in total. The rhythm was tight, the story was catchy, and the meaning was endless. When she looked at Li Nan again, her eyes were full of admiration.

Li Nan sat upright, pricking up his ears to listen to the actor's lines.

"I heard that confidantes have reappeared in the world. I don't know who is so unlucky." When the first line came out, Song Nuan couldn't stand it any longer. Although the interpretation of the film has undergone secondary processing, there is still an unpleasant feeling of being peeped and lingering, as if one's own privacy has been overturned and exposed.

Song Nuan suppressed her inner inferiority complex and embarrassment, endured the initial embarrassment, and began to listen carefully to the voices of the actors. The actors' attitudes were serious and their lines were professional. Song Nuan was gradually infected and gradually enjoyed the atmosphere of the scene, as if listening to a Radio drama.

"Miss praise, it's foggy and frosty, why don't you come in and have a cup of hot tea." This was Xie Min's first line, with a deep and moving voice, of course it was addressed to a young and beautiful woman.

Song Nuan barely fell off the stool, her heart was beating too violently, and her hands began to shake again. Sure enough, the body is far more honest than our mouth.Suppressing the gushing thoughts and panic, she secretly raised her head, glanced at the great actors and actresses on the round table, and immediately saw Zhu Yilong wearing a NYC baseball cap.

Zhu Yilong is going to play Xie Min in Song Nuan's novel, this will kill her.

Song Nuan buried her head even lower, wishing she could run away immediately, she thought that she would never have any contact with Zhu Yilong again in this life, but she didn't expect that the Encounter Road is so narrow, how long will God torture her.

Li Nan saw that Song Nuan's face turned from red to white, clutching her stomach and holding her head, she seemed to be very uncomfortable, and asked her softly, "What's wrong, Xiao Song?"

Song Nuan was startled, quickly lowered her voice and said, "I'm fine."

The small screenwriters around Li Nan were listening carefully and taking notes. She felt ashamed, so she quickly focused on the lines and scratched back and forth on the script.

Li Nan smiled, and didn't delve into the reason.

The shooting period is short, and the crew has strict requirements. At noon, everyone gathered around the table and had a boxed lunch, and continued reading after eating.Song Nuan was nervous and scared, and the lunch box was oily and cold, which made her stomach really uncomfortable, and she couldn't sit still anymore. It was like a torture until five o'clock in the afternoon. The director showed mercy and finally announced Finish.Li Nan was sorting out the questions raised by the director and the actors very seriously. Song Nuan planned to stay with her until the end and then hang out. She didn't dare to look at Zhu Yilong directly, so she had to keep her ears open for investigation information.

"Sister Li, bring Xiao Song here." It was the director's voice, Song Nuan thought.

"Let's go, Xiao Song." Seeing that Song Nuan hadn't moved, Li Nan dragged her towards the director.

Song Nuan's brain thumped, and she realized that the director was calling her, and pretending to be dead was not enough. She lowered her head and walked closely next to Li Nan, silently praying that Zhu Yilong had already left the house.

"Let me introduce to everyone. This is Song Nuan, the original author of our TV series. Please tell us a few words. Let's leave after the photo shoot." The director stopped the cast and crew, not sure if it was a hallucination, but Song Nuan seemed to be listening Someone's gasp was heard.

When she was about to die, Song Nuan's heart sank. She was neither robbed nor stolen, nor was she caught in the unspoken rules. There was nothing to be afraid of. She raised her head, bowed gracefully, and said with a smile: "Hello, teachers, I'm Song Nuan." After she finished speaking, she turned her face to the director: "Director, let's take a picture." Song Nuan reckoned that taking pictures is the director's ultimate goal, which is evidence of respect for the original work. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, she would definitely I will remind the director that I don't have a book fan, so don't bother.The moment he turned his head, he saw Zhu Yilong's round mouth and terrified Kazilan's big eyes standing next to the director. He was clearly frightened by her. Song Nuan smiled and winked at him very unkindly, asking you to deport me. .

After Zhu Yilong was astonished, he quickly maintained his demeanor, pretended to yawn, twisted the corner of his mouth, and smiled evilly.

Song Nuan immediately faltered, and obediently continued to bow her head.

The director probably didn't expect Song Nuan to be so fast-paced, so he let out a haha ​​and introduced Li Nan to everyone. If you have any questions about the script, you can talk to her.After more than ten minutes of excitement, the photos were taken. The actors greeted the director and went out one by one.

Song Nuan followed Li Nan step by step, went out of the room safe and sound, and returned to the residence, lying on the bed without taking off her clothes.Is the secrecy work of the current drama so good? Why didn't Song Nuan know that the male lead was Zhu Yilong? She got up unwillingly and searched her phone, only to remember that it was because she hadn't watched entertainment news for a long time.

Song Nuan hugged her head, so far away and so difficult, it seemed like thousands of years had passed, so it was only three days since I didn't see him.

Li Nan was very satisfied with the progress of the script reading, and asked Song Nuan to go out to dinner with three other screenwriters at night. Song Nuan was not good at socializing, so she just ate with a stuffy head. drink wine.After eating a meal until seven or eight o'clock, everyone dispersed and went back to the house to sleep.

Song Nuan returned to her nest in a trance, lamenting the impermanence of the world, and after living in this strange place for a day, she began to miss home.It has been raining for a few days and the air is humid. Song Nuan lives on the first floor and feels uncomfortable. After watching the video with Song Ruoxi, she went to take a shower.When she came out of the shower, she saw someone sitting on the bed, and she yelled in fright: "Sister Li, how did you get in here?"

Li Nan drank two bottles of beer. According to her, it was a trivial matter, but her expression was obviously wrong. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were also red. The door is not closed."

Song Nuan didn't have time to scold herself for being careless, so she poured a glass of water for Li Nan, "Say it."

"What do you think of the lines in today's script?" Li Nan drank the water in a few sips.

"I'm not professional, so I can't give advice."

"Tell me how you feel."

"Well, I think it's very mature. After the script is changed, it's like watching a Jin Yong TV series. It's very smooth. Everyone read the lines very smoothly, and didn't bring up too many unreasonable things."

"Changing a Gulong-style novel into a Jin Yong TV series, this evaluation is good, okay, I also feel smooth." Li Nan laughed, she didn't seem to be drunk, and her mind was still clear, "Xiao Song, I am also editing the second novel. Yes, I found that you have a characteristic in your writing. You like to say three points and leave seven points. I appreciate it, but TV dramas are more straightforward artistic expressions. I think you can express more clearly what you didn’t say, so it’s convenient Scriptwriting and characterization."

"Yes." Song Nuan accepted Li Nan's tactful criticism directly and frankly. She stayed in the crew for a day and knew the difficulty of the director and every cast member. After having dinner with everyone, she understood better. Due to the hard work of the screenwriters, they gradually let go of their hypocrisy and shyness, and prepared to try their best to make up for the inherent deficiencies of their works. "Sister Li, do you want an electronic draft or a paper draft, and I will make it up as soon as possible."

"Paper manuscripts and electronic manuscripts give me headaches and eye pain." Li Nan was very pleased with Song Nuan's success.

"I'm a little uncomfortable, let's talk about the price later." Li Nan rubbed his throat.

"What's the matter with you, Sister Li?" Song Nuan had already seen that something was wrong with her, "Did you catch a cold or have a headache?"

"It's okay. I've stayed up late and caught a cold. I just have a sore throat. It happens every time I catch a cold. I've taken medicine."

"Wait a minute." Song Nuan touched Li Nan's forehead, and it was really hot, "You have a fever, it must be more than 38 degrees."

Li Nan laughed, "You still have an artificial thermometer."

"I'll get you a smart one." Smiling, Song Nuan took out a thermometer from her bag and handed it to her, and found out a pupil pen, "Sister Li, open your mouth."

Li Nan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "What are you doing?"

Song Nuan suddenly remembered something, took out two documents from her bag, opened them and flashed them in front of Li Nan, "This is my doctor's certificate and practice certificate, I am legal, you are not allowed to sue me later."

Li Nan was stunned by this wave of operations, he opened his mouth awkwardly and let Song Nuan look at his throat, "Xiao Song, are you a doctor?"

"I'm a neurologist, and my cold looks normal. Sister Li, your tonsils are swollen to the third degree, and you still have lymphatic follicles. What kind of medicine are you taking?" Song Nuan began to look through the medicines she carried with her.

"Cold Granules, Yinqiao Tablets, Folium Folium." Li Nan could only remember the general idea.

Song Nuan found a few packs of medicine and handed them to her, "Thank God, you didn't take antibiotics, otherwise the disulfiram-like reaction would be fatal. Let me check the thermometer."

Li Nan took out the thermometer with half-belief. It was 38.8°C, and she cursed in a low voice: "No wonder my throat hurts so much. It's about to smoke."

Song Nuan found another pack of antipyretic medicine, rushed it, and watched Li Nan drink it, "Sister Li, drink more hot water, don't catch cold, don't stay up late anymore, and don't drink alcohol."

Li Nan held her head in pain, "I'll be fine after a night's rest, but my throat hurts for a week, I can't stand it."

"Well, Sister Li, let me bleed you."

Li Nan didn't hear clearly, "What did you say, bloodletting?"

"Yes, bloodletting therapy is very effective for high fever and sore throat. Is there a pharmacy here? I'll go and buy some more medicine for you." Song Nuan was a little excited.

"There is a big pharmacy 30 meters to the right. Song Nuan, am I confused? What are you talking about?" Li Nan was a little confused.

"You wait and I will." Song Nuan found a coat and ran outside.

"It's raining outside, bring an umbrella." Li Nan shouted outside, Song Nuan had already run away.

Song Nuan ran back after a while, holding a large pack of medicine, her half-wet hair was already soaked, she took off her jacket to find the medicine, brewed each of them, gave Li Nan a cup, and drank a cup for herself, Li Nan hesitated to take it over and asked, "What is this?"

"Oseltamivir, I didn't expect it to be sold here." Song Nuan drank the granule, took out a small bottle of alcohol, a cotton swab, and a box of needles from a large pack of medicine, found a trash can, and squatted down in front of Li Nan , "Sister Li, I'll put blood from your fingertips on you."

Li Nan had heard about acupuncture and bloodletting, so he stretched out his hand in doubt, "Does it work?"

"It works." Song Nuan took a cotton swab to sterilize the poison first, pricked the ten Xuan points one by one, and squeezed out the blood forcefully. Li Nan was a little scared at first, but the needle tip didn't hurt so much, so she immediately relaxed and told Song Nuan Jokingly said: "With so much blood, the eldest sister who cleans the room tomorrow will be scared."

Squeezing blood is a kung fu job. Song Nuan squeezed for more than ten minutes. It was very hard, and it was almost done. "Do it again tomorrow morning."

"What are you doing?" Suddenly someone yelled at the door.

Song Nuan just remembered that she was in a hurry to enter the door, and forgot to close the door again. She didn't dare to move, turned her head to look, and there were two people standing in front of the door, one was Zhu Yilong, yelling at them in horror, the other was standing behind Zhu Yilong, she couldn't I know, but I can't see the expression clearly.