As a coastal city, Haibin City has countless small islands nearby. The crew asked the locals to find a small island suitable for filming. It is about 5 nautical miles from the shore and has beautiful scenery. Many photography teams have come here to shoot documentaries.
When Song Yi got off the boat, the sun was clear and cloudless, and the blue beach embraced the green island, which was as beautiful as a painting.
The beautiful scenery can always make people feel refreshed. Most of the crew are young people who love to play by nature and take pictures like having fun. Director Yang saw that this would not be able to enter the working state at all, so he simply took three hours off to let everyone relax. .
Song Yi had no interest in taking selfies. She helped the crew set up a tent together. She was tired and sweaty in the sun, so she got into the tent and changed a piece of clothing. When she came out, Director Yang stood outside with an umbrella. Waiting for Song Yi.
"Xiao Song..." Director Yang looked at Song Yi lovingly.
Song Yi vaguely felt that something was wrong, so she called Director Yang respectfully.
Director Yang nodded, "You have been in good condition in the last few scenes, full of emotions, and you have focused on the key points well."
"Because the director is good, I'll learn from you." Song Yi smiled modestly.
Chatting with someone who can talk is a good mood. Director Yang laughed, "You are the only actor in the crew that I don't have to worry about."
You can understand it once you explain it, and you can pass it once you act it. Don't mention it to save Director Yang.
Song Yi had already made a good guess, and when Director Yang praised him, he must be looking for him to do something.
Gu Xingchuan was the only one in the entire crew to ask Director Yang to ask him to do something, and Song Yi didn't go around, "I can see that you are very tired, if there is something I can share with you, it will be great."
Director Yang looked at him appreciatively, and said earnestly: "Xingchuan has a scene, and he has been unable to catch the emotional fluctuations. As a senior of the crew, I hope you can go and talk to him about the scene."
Song Yi thought it might be because she was dissatisfied with the filming, but Director Yang didn't dare to criticize Young Master Gu and pushed Song Yi to the thunderstorm.
"Okay, I'm very happy to relieve Director Yang's worries and problems." Song Yi's face was pure and harmless.
Director Yang patted him on the shoulder encouragingly, "I know the relationship between you and Gu Xingchuan, so it's a bit embarrassing for you, but a man, the past is over, after this village, there is another shop, there is no need to be in a tree hanging from a tree."
Director Yang finished speaking, and when he was about to leave, he said, "Work hard, after the filming of this film is finished, I will take you to have a few dinners. A good actor like you can't be buried."
Song Yi showed a grateful smile. This deal is a good deal. In the circle, interpersonal relationships are sometimes more important than strength.
Song Yi is not like Gu Xingchuan, she has a rich father, a born winner in life, and everything has to be done by herself.
Gu Xingchuan was sitting under the awning, and when Song Yi walked over, he was writing something.
Song Yi glanced from behind, Gu Xingchuan was seriously writing notes for the lines, with a beautiful hand in lower script, smooth and thin, with a muscular style, and he spoke words like his own, but Gu Xingchuan's handwriting was exactly the opposite of his.
Gu Xingchuan noticed the movement, turned his head to look at him, and raised his jaw indifferently, "Is there something wrong?"
Song Yi cut to the point, sat opposite him, and said with a smile: "Director Yang asked me to tell you about the play, do you have any questions?"
"Change someone else, let Yang Qiguo come to me by himself." Gu Xingchuan closed the script, leaving no room for doubt.
Song Yi was too lazy to care if he was happy or not, but for the sake of work efficiency, she said patiently: "We are friends, and friends help each other and benefit each other. I should help you with the show."
Gu Xingchuan's attitude was a little more relaxed, and he looked at Song Yi, "Are you telling me a play? Do you have the ability?"
No matter what, he is better than you, a stunned young man. Song Yi was someone who won a drama award before. He calmed down and said grandly: "We learn from each other and make progress together."
Gu Xingchuan narrowed his eyes, and casually threw the script to Song Yi, "Since you want to learn from me, then you should read it carefully."
Song Yi didn't get angry, and looked at it carefully. Gu Xingchuan circled a few places that he didn't quite understand in the script with a red pen.
He pondered for a while and explained carefully and patiently.
In the past in the troupe, when the teacher was away, Song Yi was in charge of training the new juniors and juniors. He was very professional in teaching people to act.
Gu Xingchuan listened attentively, with focused eyes, completely different from his usual arrogant look, and the question he asked could be seen to have been thought through by himself.
Song Yi answered them one by one earnestly, took the time to look at him a few times, feeling a little touched in her heart.
Before joining the filming group, Song Yi felt that Gu Xingchuan was a noble young man who couldn't bear hardships, and filming was just doing nothing. Unexpectedly, Gu Xingchuan was very hardworking and responsible these days, and could endure hardships more than some old actors.
Although the acting skills are a little immature, it is inevitable to act for the first time, and in time, he will become a good actor.
When he thought about it carefully, it was actually quite interesting. Song Yi had seen some wealthy families like Gu Xingchuan's family. Those princes either raced cars and smoked marijuana, or slept in flowers and willows at night. In short, they had a few bad habits.
Compared with these people, those sports that Gu Xingchuan played, the healthy ones couldn't be any healthier.
In the evening, after work was over, the crew held a bonfire party, took out the barbecue grill, and everyone BBQed together.
Some people sang and danced around the bonfire. Song Yi folded her arms and admired it for a while, then returned to the tent early to rest.
The filming was too tiring these past few days, Song Yi fell asleep until late at night, and vaguely heard the crackling sound of the tent zipper being unzipped, and the bed beside her sank heavily, as if someone was sitting down.
In the middle of the night, on a deserted island, Song Yi was taken aback, and opened her eyes suddenly. Gu Xingchuan was about to lie down with a pillow between her hands. Lights, "Should I turn off the lights?"
Song Yi was stunned for a few seconds, cursing insanity in her heart, don't you know that people scare people and scare people to death
"Are you alright?"
Gu Xingchuan said confidently: "There are too many mosquitoes in my tent, I want to change it with you."
Song Yi is also human, and she is also afraid of mosquito bites, so she said angrily, "Why should I trade with you?"
Don't bring such a bully.
Gu Xingchuan tilted his body, and lay lazily beside Song Yi, casually pulling on the small quilt that Song Yi brought with him.
Song Yi saw Gu Xingchuan's magnified face and the body that was close to him, she felt vigilant in her bones, and quickly sat up, "What are you doing!?"
With this roar, Song Yi realized that her body was cool. The night on the island was too hot, and the tent was even more airtight. Before going to bed, all he took off was a pair of underwear.
Gu Xingchuan slowly turned his head to the side, looked at him, his gaze moved up and down.
It was the first time I saw Song Yi stripped like this, skinny and fair, with a layer of dampness from the sultry heat all over her body, and it was faintly pink, like a peeled peach.
She didn't wear glasses, and her usually calm and ruthless eyes were full of anger, and they looked particularly bright in the dark night, like stars. Her neck was white and slender, and her collarbone was clearly and delicately outlined.
Further down... It was the first time that Gu Xingchuan saw this place with such a fresh color.
Just looking at it makes me want to chew.
The waistline is tight because of the force, it is clean and neat, it looks very slender, and it has just the right strength, making people want to pinch their waist and knock them down.
Gu Xingchuan thought of those European girls with tunics in the 19th century, they should envy Song Yi, they don't have to suffer, and they have such a beautiful waist.
Song Yi was furious, and stared at Gu Xingchuan sternly, "Don't think that I dare not fight you!"
Clay figurines are also three-pointed, and rabbits will jump over the wall when they are in a hurry, not to mention that he is not a good stubble.
Gu Xingchuan squinted his eyes, pulled over Song Yi's quilt to cover himself, the air was filled with the faint scent of bellflower perfume from Song Yi's body, it smelled fresh and cool on this scorching night, especially nice.
"I changed tents with you, you go out now, don't disturb my rest." Gu Xingchuan yawned lazily and closed his eyes.
Damn it! Is there any law of the king! Is there any law of heaven!
Is there someone to take care of him!
Song Yi was so angry that she clenched her fists tightly, afraid that someone could not help but slap Gu Xingchuan a few times, "Gu Xingchuan, you are a rascal."
Gu Xingchuan opened one eye to look at him, then closed it comfortably, adjusted his breathing evenly, and pretended to be asleep.
Song Yi's eyes were like blades scraping against Gu Xingchuan's face. After watching for a long time, Gu Xingchuan didn't react at all, his skin was thicker than the bend of the city wall.
Song Yi would not leave the tent to Gu Xingchuan, there is no such good thing in the world.
He gritted his teeth and lay down, pulling hard on the small quilt, but Gu Xingchuan was as strong as a cow, and couldn't even pull it.
Song Yi took a deep breath, turned over, closed her eyes, curled up, and silently recited the meditation mantra.
The tent was originally not big, and it was only for one person to rest, but now there were two big men lying there, making it look crowded. Gu Xingchuan could touch Song Yi's back with just a lift of his finger.
In the dark night, the sound of the tide rising and falling, beating against the beach, and everything is silent.
After a while, Gu Xingchuan heard Song Yi's long breathing, beat by beat, small, like raindrops hitting his heart at night.
"Asleep?" Gu Xingchuan asked softly.
Song Yi murmured, not knowing what she dreamed of.
Gu Xingchuan approached him and pulled Song Yi's upturned hair at the back of her head, but Song Yi didn't respond.
"Did you sleep?"
Gu Xingchuan took an inch and leaned close to Song Yi's ear, looking at the handsome profile from top to bottom.
The eyelashes were fluffy, as if made of velvet, and the soft touch of the lips Gu Xingchuan still remembered, how could a man have such soft lips
Gu Xingchuan rolled his Adam's apple a few times, leaned over to Song Yi's ear, and spoke clearly in a low voice: "Song Yi, don't sleep, let's play!"