Lu Wen changed into a clean shirt and trousers. The linen material was a little wrinkled, which suited Meng Chuntai's current situation. After brushing his lips for the last time, he pursed his lips and looked in the mirror.
The door of the dressing room was pushed open, and Sun Xiaojian came in with a cup of herbal tea. When the makeup artist went out, he smiled maliciously: "Here, drink some herbal tea first to calm the shock."
Lu Wenbai glanced at him: "You don't come back sooner or later, and you specifically pick this scene to come back?"
"That's right." Sun Xiaojian said confidently, "Although I'm traveling, I've always kept a filming notice in my heart. This sex scene needs to be cleared for filming, and I have to come back to serve you."
Lu Wen annoyed: "Go away."
He drank half of the herbal tea, but his agitation did not subside. Lu Wen felt like he was taking a naked exam. It seemed tough, but in fact he didn't master any knowledge points.
Sun Xiaojian couldn't bear to gloat any more, and comforted him: "Relax, the director will teach you."
Lu Wen felt uncomfortable and said, "Damn, I'm even more nervous."
The scenery and props were being worked on outside, and it was a bit noisy. When it gradually quieted down, the director's assistant knocked on the door, and asked Lu Wen to wait for the scene if there was no problem.
This scene was filmed in Chen Bizhi's bedroom. The space is small and the color tone is relatively strong. Qu Yanting stood at the end of the bed, observing the layout and adjusting the schematic diagram of the lighting, while Ren Shu checked the trajectory of the camera.
After finishing the modification, Qu Yanting handed over the clipboard and said, "How do you see it?"
Ren Shu took it and looked at it for a while, no problem, raised his head and whispered: "Hey, wait for the shooting, do you need to avoid it?"
"Are you questioning my professionalism?" Qu Yanting asked back, poking the side of her head with a smile, "I keep it in my head no matter how I shoot it, how can I avoid it?"
Ren Shu explained: "I'm not questioning you, I'm worried that Xiao Lu wouldn't dare to let go of the show if you were present."
While talking, Qu Yanting turned her head following the sound of footsteps, and saw Lu Wen coming in a bit cautiously to wait. Before he could say hello, Tu Ying also walked in with her makeup done.
There was still more time, and Qu Yanting said, "Teacher Tu, you and Lu Wencai filmed a rivalry scene, do you want to chat first?"
Tu Ying said heartily: "It's all right, in fact, I was already very familiar with it when I recorded "Utopia", right Xiao Lu?"
Lu Wen honestly gave a "hmm", clutched the script lazily, and didn't speak, which was far from the foolish look he had when recording a reality show.
As an actress with rich experience, Tu Ying found it even more funny, and deliberately said in an exaggerated tone: "Oh, I haven't filmed a passionate scene since I was thirty-five. I'm looking forward to it."
Lu Wen smiled shyly, his 1.88 meter body was stuck against the wall, like a standing clock that didn't work well.
"I'm afraid that the audience will say that I am an old cow and eat young grass." Tu Ying said again, "Xiao Lu, are you in a bad mood, you embarrass my sister like this."
Lu Wen shook his head quickly, not knowing how to explain it, his face was flushed a little because of the heat, at this moment Qu Yanting walked towards him, put his palm on his back, and said for him: "Teacher Tu, don't tease him. "
The staff didn't dare to go beyond the rules, Tu Ying's qualifications and age were there, so she joked casually: "Okay, the director feels distressed."
Now Qu Yanting felt embarrassed and said, "No...he has no experience, you take him with you."
The palm on the back moved up and down, and Lu Wen felt the strings in his body being teased by Qu Yanting. He turned his backhand, secretly grabbed that hand, and pinched it coquettishly.
After the scene was cleared, Ren Shu played for Lu Wen and Tu Ying, explaining how to deal with fake moves, which shots need to be borrowed, and so on.
Just like when filming "The First Night", Ren Shu didn't touch the actress, but dragged Qu Yanting around, but this time he didn't do it himself, but directly pushed him in front of Lu Wen.
"Hold his waist with your left hand."
"Close your eyes and smell your hair."
"Hold up."
"Fuck him."
After going through the posture and angle from the beginning to the end, Qu Yanting got up, lowered his eyebrows and straightened his messy hair. Fortunately, the light was dimmed, so no one noticed that his ears were red.
Lu Wen's mouth was dry, and he turned his face away and coughed twice.
Everything was ready, the camera and radio stations were set up, Ren Shu retreated behind the monitor, and Qu Yanting looked closely at the camera beside the photographer and started shooting.
Chen Bizhi was wearing a flirtatious royal blue cheongsam, with heavy make-up, and using her best style, as if she had no bones, seduced Meng Chuntai with all her flair/coquettishness.
And Meng Chuntai sat leaning against the head of the bed, with drooping eyelids, not looking at the snow-white thighs, but only staring at the swaying cheongsam, the touch of blue reminded Tao Suyi of the indanthrene that Tao Suyi loved to wear.
He raised his eyes slowly, with an indifferent and empty expression. When Chen Bizhi scratched his long nails on his chin, itching, he came back to his senses and took out the pocket watch from his breast pocket.
Chen Bizhi held the gold chain and picked it up, saying, "Give it to me?"
Meng Chuntai said, "Is it enough to prostitute you?"
Chen Bizhi smiled coquettishly: "It's just to make you happy, but if you insist on giving it, of course I will take it."
Breathing heavily, Meng Chuntai tilted his head away from Chen Bizhi's red lips, he didn't want to kiss a prostitute, or in other words, he was not in the mood to kiss a woman right now.
Chen Bizhi didn't care, raised her hand to pick off the bead flowers on her temples, and scratched Meng Chuntai's Adam's apple with the feather embedded under the gem.
No man can resist the temptation, let alone Chen Bizhi knows all the ways to deal with men.
The camera panned, Qu Yanting didn't follow the photographer, and stood in front of the closet, looking directly at the double bed. He hugged his elbows and grabbed the T-shirt as crumpled as Meng Chuntai's shirt.
Several shots of the foreplay were filmed for fifty minutes, and Lu Wen entered the scene. The words and sentences in the script were pieced together into a picture in his mind, driving his actions and reactions.
Meng Chuntai was disintegrated step by step by Chen Bizhi, and all the suppressed emotions during these days were like a whirlwind. This sex/thing had nothing to do with love/desire, he just wanted to vent before dying.
When Chen Bizhi realized that Meng Chuntai's state had changed, it was too late, and she was completely passive. Under Meng Chuntai's terrifying power, this was the first time that she, a veteran of entertainment, felt fear in bed.
Chen Bizhi finally understood that Meng Chuntai's "go to death" might not be a joke.
A gust of breeze blew into the room, and Qu Yanting's arm was covered with goose skin. He raised his right hand and pressed his fist to his lips.
Those borrowing positions and fake moves dazzled people, Qu Yanting shook her eyelashes, and glanced at the pocket watch beside the bed, the slender gold chain was hanging down, swinging non-stop.
With a bang, the pocket watch fell to the ground.
Ren Shu shouted to stop, and the studio fell silent for an instant.
Outside the bedroom, all groups looked at the door together, not knowing what was going on inside, but kept silent tacitly, so as not to hit the chief director's muzzle.
After half a minute of silence, Qu Yanting let go of his arms and hung them down exhausted. The actors, cameraman and assistant director were all waiting for the judgment. He whispered, "It's over, let's rest."
Turning around after speaking, Qu Yanting directly took Ren Shu's cigarette case, opened the door and strode away from the set.
Lu Wen's breath hadn't calmed down, he got up shirtless, grabbed his shirt and hurriedly chased him out. He was tired and depressed thinking, how could a serious filming be like catching rape
No one was found in the corridor, so Lu Wen ran up to the third floor, and saw that the door of Meng Chuntai's room was ajar, and he could smell a faint smell of smoke as he approached.
With the curtains drawn, Qu Yanting sat on the edge of the bed surrounded by white smoke, bowing his back like an unhappy cat, with three cigarette butts thrown under his feet, and the fourth cigarette between his fingers was burning with fragile ash.
Lu Wen walked over, stretched out his hand to cover Qu Yanting's heart, and asked tentatively, "Are you angry?"
Qu Yanting gritted her teeth: "I'm going to die of anger."
"Then who are you angry with?" Lu Wen asked in a low voice, "Miss Qiying is too professional, the director is demanding, the cameraman can catch the lens accurately, or is the assistant shaking the bed too much?"
Qu Yanting threw the cigarette butt, stomped it out vigorously, stood up and gagged Lu Wen's mouth involuntarily.
Lu Wen hugged him, stroked his back back and forth, and let the smell of tobacco spread throughout his mouth between his lips and teeth.
The blown hair was smoothed out, and Qu Yanting raised his hand to hang on Lu Wen's neck, staggered his face, and lay on Lu Wen's shoulder, panting lightly.
He really overestimated himself. He was worried that Lu Wen would not let go, but he didn't expect that he was the one who cared. Even if he knew it was all fake, it was still difficult to control Tengsheng's jealousy.
After a long while, Qu Yanting said angrily, "What am I doing writing this? I'm doing it myself."
The level of filming is only 70% of the script, which has been weakened a lot. Lu Wen said: "Will you still write after that?"
Qu Yanting hesitated for a few seconds before replying: "Written or not... Anyway, I won't ask you to take pictures."
"Fuck, I thought you were out of breath, but your mind is quite clear."
Lu Wen laughed, pulled Qu Yanting to look up at him, and said, "You've been poking in my peripheral vision, I can't think of Chen Bizhi, and I can't think of Tao Suyi either."
Qu Yanting found that he had become hypocritical, and could be disappointed or happy by a single word from a person, as if he had come adolescence belatedly at the age of thirty-three.
"Then..." But he is no longer innocent, and will ask hintingly, "After today's filming is over, do we have to postpone it for another three months?"
Lu Wen froze for a moment, then denied, "I want to make a fake show right now."
Qu Yanting grabbed Lu Wen's back collar of his shirt tightly, unable to tell what was in and out of the play, and said, "With whom..."
"Who the hell are you talking to?"
Lu Wen gave him a harsh word, then bowed his head and bumped his forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "Director Qu, if you have no objection, I'll take you away."
The filming of today's scene has already been finished, and it is up to the director to decide whether there are any shots that need to be re-shot. Unfortunately, the director has disappeared, and the working groups dare not take any action for the time being.
Even Ren Shu's cigarette case was taken away, and he didn't have one left, so he could only drink water in boredom. Seeing this, Sun Xiaojian ran to buy a big bag of ice cream, please forgive me.
About ten minutes later, two footsteps came down from the third floor and stopped at the corner of the second floor.
Everyone pricked up their ears.
The director didn't make a sound, he hid behind the actor and was held by hand.
Afterwards, Lu Wen announced loudly—"Everyone has worked hard, call it a day!"