Mistress Her Brother [Transmigration Book]

No matter how reluctant he is, Song Mo still has to go back to school after the weekend.

So there was a scene in the crew that was puzzling to others: when Song Mo walked out of the set with an empty lunch box, a group of staff watched him leave reluctantly.

People who didn’t know thought they were giving away some top celebrity, but the paparazzi who squatted in the distance and couldn’t look carefully couldn’t guess who these staff were sending, so they had to rack their brains and write: "Exclusive Information!A certain period drama is suspected of inviting famous old actors to make guest appearances, and the whole crew will send them off politely when it is finished"

Then in the article, I listed a few well-known old actors in a decent way, guessing what role the old actor will play, because it is "suspected", so it is not considered a rumor, and if the guess is not right, I don't blame them.

Many readers who were deceived by the title were quite interested when they first came in, but at the end they just wanted to scold people - there was no actual news, it was all guesswork, a waste of time!

These media really should be well managed.

Song Mo didn't know that he was labeled as an old drama bone by the paparazzi. After finally waiting until the weekend, when he could come to visit the set again, he was shocked to find that he had just entered the film and television city, and he came across a person who was afraid that he would get lost. Pick up his staff!

"Brother Nie said that you should be here by the time, but he can't leave for the time being while filming, so we volunteered to come over to help..." Several staff members surrounded Song Mo and eagerly wanted to take him from him. Take over the full recycle bag.

When they saw that the reusable bags were filled with insulated lunch boxes, the staff's eyes lit up again, like a wolf that hadn't eaten for a few days.

If Song Mo doesn't let them help, they will still be in a hurry with Song Mo.

He had no choice but to accept the kindness of several people and walk to the set with them.

These few people can stand out from the big guys, and they are all good people. From the short time with Song Mo in the past few days, I have figured out one of Song Mo's characteristics, that is: it is useless to praise him. Song Mo was happy, so he just praised Nie Ziye directly.

On the way, the staff took the initiative to tell Song Mo about the progress of Nie Ziye's filming this week. The level of detail might even embarrass Lu Xiaodong, a real assistant.

Not only that, but whenever Nie Ziye's shots were praised by the director, they would also specially write them down, and then retell the director's comments at the time to Song Mo: "Director Hu praised Brother Nie the other day, saying that the more he acted, the more he looked like a man." An authentic farmer, but he can see the light of wisdom in his eyes, so he is destined to be a different farmer!"

Song Mo: "..."

In fact, the original words of director Hu Yuan are as follows: the eyes are well used.Junsheng is an introverted, honest and honest person, so many emotions need to be conveyed with the eyes. You have made great progress in grasping the eyes recently, and your eyes are bright.

He had to extract effective information from this pile of rainbow farts in order to restore the director's original words.

This is not over yet, when Song Mo walked to the entrance of the studio, he found that there were still many eagerly awaited staff standing at the entrance!

Even the security guard at the door didn't come over to check Song Mo's pass, and let the staff surround Song Mo to go in, and the security guard's eyes fell on those environmental protection bags, sucked his saliva, and continued to stand guard.

Song Mo always has the illusion that he is here to send warmth to the impoverished mountainous area.

And ever since he thought he had found his wife, who was Yu Yaoyao's manager, Song Mo had been thinking about her all the time. Among the delicious things he brought to everyone this time, he also specially prepared a box of snacks suitable for girls Giving it to them - it's too obvious to just give it to the manager, so even Yu Yaoyao also has a share.

Yu Yaoyao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, cooperating with her made her own glory.

But she didn't dare to tell Song Mo the truth. With Nie Ziye's stinginess, if Song Mo stood with his manager and talked for a few minutes, his cold eyes would sweep over him frequently. The sharp eyes were riddled with holes.

The lessons learned from dozens of Gs are still yesterday.

In fact, Song Mo also noticed Nie Ziye's gaze, and when he came back from Yu Yaoyao, he said to Nie Ziye: "Are you jealous? Or do you want some snacks too? But those are sweet, I I think you don't like to eat, so I gave them most of them, if you want to eat, there is still some at home..."

"I prefer to eat sweet snacks from your mouth." Nie Ziye lowered his head, his eyes moved slightly.

"..." Song Mo was stunned for a moment, and then said to him, "It's broad daylight, can we not play hooligans?"

What an honest farmer, Song Mo felt that this person was letting himself go more and more.

I can't see the slightest honest character, but I have recently become obsessed with the pleasure of plowing the land, and I am determined to develop the land that has just been plowed for a long time.

Song Mo hesitated for a while, wondering if he should show him the prepared video.

But even if he didn't mention it, Nie Ziye still remembered this matter, and asked him proactively: "Didn't you say that the video of your school celebration party is finished? The separate video of our program should also be sorted out."

"...Well, it's sorted out." Song Mo hesitated for a moment, still holding the idea of ​​"stretching the head out, shrinking the head is also a knife", handed over his mobile phone, plugged in the earphones, clicked on the video, and his eyes were different. Consciously don't open it, "Well, just look at it, don't let the sound out, I'll go outside and walk around to digest food."

He deliberately left Nie Ziye here alone to watch the video. If Nie Ziye couldn't even see this, he would be really stupid.

But is Nie Ziye stupid?

not.He tasted Song Mo's slightly apprehensive expression before he left, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he put the video on the full screen, carefully watching it from the beginning.

Although he was sure that there should be some private goods added to the back of the video, but it is rare to have a high-definition version from the perspective of the VIP seats, and Nie Ziye didn't mind watching it again.

The sound of background music came from the earphones first, and in the romantic and passionate waltz, a little maid with a skirt up the stairs appeared in the camera...

The play lasted only ten minutes from beginning to end. Wang Kun's screenwriting skills were not bad among the students. His lines were humorous and interesting.

When the curtain was lowered, Nie Ziye clicked to pause, exited to look at the progress bar, and verified his guess more, so he clicked in again with a smile in his eyes.

The progress bar continued to move forward, and the camera switched, which was a tidbit that Nie Ziye had never seen before.

These clips seem to be candid shots, from the first rehearsal when the two moved in a very tacit understanding, to the scene where Song Mo and Nie Ziye walked down the stairs and returned to the backstage after the curtain call of the official performance.

The two stood together in the final scene at 'Viola's' wedding to the captain, so they walked on the same side when they stepped down as well.Only then did Nie Ziye notice that when they stepped off the stage, their heads were put together, and their appearance was so close that they couldn't tolerate the insertion of a third person.

Nie Ziye was taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect that even though he had restrained himself, there was still a unique atmosphere between him and Song Mo, which they didn't have when they got along with other people.

The shooters didn’t know whether it was a skillful technique or a mistake. Just as they were walking down the stairs, the lights on the stage flickered suddenly—this often happens when changing programs at halftime, but the peripheral light of the spotlight was shaking Suddenly, a heart shape appeared behind the two of them inadvertently.

Then this second happened to be captured by the camera luckily.

When the lights were turned on, Nie Ziye could still see Song Mo in front of the camera smiling at him with his head raised, his lips forming a beautiful arc.

The camera cut again, and at this time the two had already changed out of their costumes and makeup, and were sitting on a bench in the backstage waiting for others to come out.

The heads of the two were brought together again, this time they were looking at their mobile phones to pass the time together, a pair of earphones were used by two people, Song Mo was holding the mobile phone, while Nie Ziye's hand was resting on his waist, letting him rest on his shoulder Lean up, lean more comfortably.

Seeing the exciting place, Song Mo covered his stomach with a smile, and Nie Ziye turned his head slightly to look at him, his eyes were full of doting.

The camera cuts again, this time probably not on the day of the performance, because an empty classroom appears in front of the camera.

Song Mo's voice came from outside the screen: "... Are you ready to start recording?"

Another voice said: "Okay, you can record whatever you want to record now, I even added filters for you."

"Really?" Song Mo said, "Thank you very much senior, you can leave now."

"..." Wang Kun was speechless for two seconds, and then there was the sound of the classroom door being opened, "I'll drive your senior away when you're done, young people nowadays..."

"Senior, go slowly." Following Song Mo's words, there was a crisp sound of locking.

It is absolutely impossible for anyone to come in and disturb me now.

After a few seconds, Song Mo finally appeared in front of the camera.Since the camera was placed in front of the podium, the camera was facing the first row where Song Mo was sitting. It seemed that Wang Kun specially adjusted the camera so that it was at the same line of sight as Song Mo.

Song Mo's face was still a little nervous, and even his sitting posture was very correct. He cleared his throat after sitting down, and then looked at the camera: "I have always wanted to find a chance to tell you the following paragraphs, but because of everyone I'm busy, so I can't find the right time to say it. This time, I'll take the opportunity of editing the video and record it directly for you to watch."

"I want to tell you..." Song Mo paused, and laughed unconsciously, the tension in his eyes faded, and a trace of shyness and joy appeared in his eyes, "I like you, just like you like I do."

He scratched his head, and changed his words: "No, it should be...'I love you'."

"You have been saying this all the time, but I never seem to respond to you. In fact, it's not that I don't want to say it, but I think it's too nasty to say it."

"But my love for you will not decrease, it will only increase day by day. This has been confirmed from the time when you are filming and I can only be in school. When I can't see you, I will miss you very much. .”

"...So you don't have to doubt my feelings for you. Although I don't like to say that sentence very much, I recorded it all. You can watch the replay anytime you want to hear it later."

After finishing speaking, Song Mo let out a long breath, and the sly complacency in his eyes couldn't be concealed, as if he was saying "I'm such a clever little guy".

Very clever indeed.

Nie Ziye didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh, he wanted to catch this ghost and give him a spanking, but also wanted to hug him into his arms and rub his head vigorously.

In the end, Song Mo came back in time, and gave him a careful look: "Brother, have you finished watching?"

"Yeah." Nie Ziye remained calm.

"Then...how do you feel?" Song Mo asked tentatively.

"It's a good shot." Nie Ziye commented succinctly.

"That's it?" Song Mo was obviously a little disappointed, but he felt relieved after thinking about it.He deliberately chose to show it to Nie Ziye when there were many people on the set, maybe because he had the idea that if Nie Ziye got angry, he could sneak into the crowd and escape the catastrophe.

Of course, his initial assumption was that Nie Ziye would be so moved that he would cry, but this scene is too eye-catching, and Song Mo can only think about it.

After watching the video, Nie Ziye didn't show much for a whole day, and he did whatever he wanted to do with Song Mo. Although there were not many intimate behaviors, they were sweet enough to make Song Mo feel relieved gradually.

After filming and returning to the hotel, Nie Ziye went out for a while, and immediately pressed Song Mo on the bed when he came back.

After a lot of sweating and working hard, Nie Ziye put his hands on the side of the pillow, raised his body slightly and looked down at the person below him.

Song Mo's eyes dodged, his slightly red and swollen lips opened and closed, and all he spit out were broken syllables, but he couldn't say a complete sentence.

Nie Ziye smiled and pecked at him, reached out to pick up the mobile phone by the table, clicked a button, and immediately a string came out: "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you..." It was cut and pieced together from the phrase "I love you" in Song Mo's video.

As he grows older, Song Mo's voice is more youthful and clear, but still retains the soft ending of a teenager. Hearing it once feels nothing, but even if he listens to it in a row, he seems to be acting like a baby.

"It doesn't matter if you can't say it, I'll listen to it and it's the same." Nie Ziye pressed another kiss on Song Mo's forehead and continued to plow.

Nie Ziye felt very satisfied, and played it in an infinite loop, which is very worth having.

But Song Mo wanted to bury his head in the pillow, plug his ears, and pretend he didn't hear anything.

What a shame!