Fang Shaoyi's words were a stab at Yuan Ye's heart. Yuan Ye couldn't speak for a long time, and his heart was shaking. Fang Shaoyi seldom said this to him, and the two of them didn't seem to have talked much about their relationship in recent years. Fang Shaoyi has always been like a controller since he was young. Today, he said that he would panic in his heart, and Yuan Ye was surprised.
It's a wonderful feeling. Yuan Ye knew that Fang Shaoyi actually wanted him to separate himself from the environment. Yuan Ye did have this problem. When he was disappointed with an environment, he would be disappointed with everything here. Including anyone inside.
Later, Yuan Ye scratched Fang Shaoyi's nose with his fingers, and said softly, "I see."
Fang Shaoyi is like a guide in some respects, he is always guiding the wilderness to learn to feel and learn to perceive.
In the past night, the two brothers started to be serious again. Ji Xiaotao always felt that they were tired and crooked, but they obviously didn't do anything. His eyes swept back and forth over the two of them, but he didn't see anything, but it made people stare.
Ji Xiaotao turned his eyes back and looked at his phone with peace of mind. On the phone, he asked Yang Siran how he was going back to the company and what the company's next arrangement was for him. Yang Siran replied that he was still waiting, and there was no arrangement yet.
Ji Xiaotao asked: Have you assigned an assistant
Yang Siran: Not yet.
Ji Xiaotao asked him again: Who took you? Who is the broker
Yang Siran: Not yet.
Ji Xiaotao: Ah, then wait...
After Yang Siran chatted with him, he put down the phone and put it back in his pocket. He was wearing simple casual clothes and looked clean and clean like the boy next door. No one in the company even knew him. Yang Siran sat in the office and waited peacefully. He didn't dare to look around. If he didn't look at his phone, he flipped through a magazine on the coffee table.
He has been sitting in the office for two hours.
Later, Geng Jinwei finally came back with two people behind him. Geng Jinwei saw Yang Siran and asked him lightly, "Are you back?"
"Yeah." Yang Siran nodded and continued to sit on the sofa and wait.
After Geng Jinwei finished talking to the others, he walked over and stood at the desk. Geng Jinwei lit a cigarette and asked him, "Are you tired of filming?"
"I'm not tired." Yang Siran said, "Everyone takes good care of me."
"I'll pick up another one for you next month, let's grind on a small role in the crew first." Geng Jinwei said.
Yang Siran had no opinion, nodded and said, "Okay."
After talking about a lot of things at work, and having said everything that should be said, Geng Jinwei said, "Go back."
Only now did Yang Siran see that he was a little uncomfortable. He first looked at Geng Jinwei, but Geng Jinwei had already lowered his head to look at others, not looking at him at all. Yang Siran went around the desk, knocked his body down, and squatted down and put his face on Geng Jinwei's leg, the skin on his face was next to his suit pants. Said: "...I miss you so much."
Geng Jinwei looked down at him, Yang Siran raised his face and looked at him with pious affection in his eyes.
Geng Jinwei didn't say anything, just looked at him with no emotion on his face. Yang Siran blinked, with a handsome face, raised his face and asked seriously, "Can I come to your house tonight?"
…
Yuan Ye left the crew for a few days at the beginning of April, and their small circle of literati also gathered together. Feng Leizi was the literary planner of a major director. When their script was developed at a certain stage, they had to gather a group of people to give advice on faults. Absorb the opinions of dozens of writers, listen to everyone's ideas, and see if there is any new spark.
Yuan Ye must be there. He has his own unique vision and sharp mouth, so he dares to speak. So the three-pushing and four-pushing still got him out. Yuan Ye and the crew took a leave and ran out, just to show the script. Jiang Linchuan heard that he was going to go out and show others the script and said that he was still in charge of other people's affairs before he finished his own affairs.
But Yuan Ye has been sick of watching their script during this period of time. He now has a broken book in his hand, and he can't polish it every day. He couldn't convince the director to change the play, and he couldn't convince himself that this thing was okay, so he was irritable every day.
The play is coming to an end, and Fang Shao is estimated to be able to finish it in a month.
Yuan Ye came out to meet people, and it was a mockery when people saw him. At that time, he made a big talk on Weibo and wanted to chase him, which caused a wave of embarrassment. These people had been waiting to ridicule him for a long time, and they finally met him and laughed.
Yuan Ye didn't care, smoking a cigarette: "Don't be cheap."
"Ashamed?" Someone asked him, "Uncle Ye is still ashamed?"
Yuan Ye was too lazy to pay attention to them. Before the director came, he went to the balcony to sit and smoke.
Ji Xiaotao sent him a WeChat, which was a small video of Fang Shaoyi's filming.
Yuan Ye: Don't bother me as soon as I come out.
Ji thief: I am not sending warmth
Yuan Ye: It’s not like living like a year, let’s take a break.
Pushing a script is a torturous process that can last for days, with the script being overturned, rebuilt, and overturned. Pushing and pushing the final product may undergo several changes from the original sample. The impression of literati is always restrained, but the scene of the script is actually fighting, and everyone's voice is hoarse afterward.
Yuan Ye is sharp and agile at such times. He is always the first to overthrow the opinions of others, but these people who play with the pen have to think that what he said makes sense, which is very hateful. The literati were so arrogant that they looked down on each other, but they had to admit that he was right. Of course, Yuan Ye's idea will also be killed, and what comes out in the end depends entirely on God's will. Or whoever has a brilliant idea that flashed out, is recognized by most people.
It's very tiring, but this is the life circle of Yuan Ye, the pattern he is familiar with. This is much more enjoyable than secretly chatting about the script in the crew, and you don't have to worry about which actor you offend, and you don't have to worry about changing too many props to keep up. The initial stage of a script is the purest stage of a movie. Everything has the same goal, which is to turn the script from stone to gold. Every subsequent stage consumes this purity.
Yuan Ye came out and pushed the script, and when he went back, his condition was a little better. It seems that it came out to be charged with electricity and returned blood. As soon as he returned to the crew, he went to the studio to find Fang Shaoyi. Fang Shaoyi just finished work, changed his clothes and took off his makeup and was about to go back. Yuan Ye called him, "Brother One."
Fang Shao looked back at him with a smile on his face: "Are you back?"
"Ah," Yuan Ye nodded, "it's fully charged."
"How was the chat?" Fang Shaoyi asked him.
Yuan Ye shrugged: "That's it, I can't make a decision. It is estimated that there will be two drafts, three drafts and five drafts. Maybe I will go to it at that time. Feng Leizi is the best at doing this, and the ideas are all given by others. His literary plan is waiting for Qing to do it, and his mind has grown."
Fang Shao smiled and wanted to walk back with Yuan Ye, but he was called away halfway to talk about something. Yuan Ye was squatting on a bench by the side of the road. He wanted to smoke a cigarette, but thought he had returned to the crew, so he silently put it up again.
When Fang Shao came back, Yuan Ye was chatting with a little girl. The little girl looked at four or five years old. Yuan Ye touched her braid, not knowing what to say.
On their way back, Fang Shaoyi and Yuan Ye said, "You can go see the director's rough cut at night."
Yuan Ye asked: "How many days did you cut it?"
"Well, I didn't cut much." Fang Shao glanced at him and told him.
Yuan Ye didn't take it seriously if he didn't do what he thought. He wouldn't even add his name to the subtitles when the show broke, and he would be ashamed to hang on the screenwriter's tail. He used all his strength, but if it doesn't work, it doesn't work. He just brainstormed and pushed the script, and then looked back at this one with perfunctory additions. The comparison looks even more rubbish.