When asked, Qu Yanting felt that his IQ was lowered by Lu Wen, which means that those who are close to ink are black.
In the first year of freshman year, Qu Yanting hadn't recognized the classmates in the department yet, but Ren Shu had already talked about his girlfriend, a girl from the dance academy. When they broke up at the end of the sophomore year, Ren Shu got very drunk, hugged the bed ladder and went crazy: "Yan Ting! I don't fucking believe in love anymore!"
Qu Yanting changed his words: "I mean, do you like the school of beauty or the school of acting?"
"I like both." Ren Shu replied, "It's best to have good looks and acting skills."
Qu Yanting just skipped this topic. He was tired all night and his mind didn't turn. He really couldn't guess who Lu Wen was hinting at. But after thinking about it, so what if he guessed, he didn't have such a wide position at all.
After the last shot, Ren Shu shouted: "Okay, pass!"
The lights are turned on and the room suddenly brightens. When work was over, the staff rushed in to clean up, and the stuntman got up from the upper bunk, forming a chaotic bustle.
Lu Wen still sat on the chair without moving.
"Xiao Lu?" the photographer called him, "It's not over yet, what's the matter?"
Qu Yanting followed the sound and looked over. Lu Wen's back was turned to him, and he couldn't read his expression. There was a slight protrusion of a vertebra on the back of his neck, indicating that his head was lowered.
Lu Wen felt the same way in this scene. From childhood to adulthood, he always missed his mother he had never met in this way. Another two or three seconds passed, he raised his hand to wipe his face, and left the chair, covering his red eyes.
Qu Yanting guessed it, but pretended not to know, and asked jokingly, "Did you fall asleep just now?"
Lu Wen took advantage of the situation and went down the steps, pretending to be vague and replied: "Well... I'm trapped to death."
After the most chaotic few minutes passed, the camera crew had almost left to make room. Sun Xiaojian squeezed in and waited for Lu Wen to remove his make-up and change his clothes.
Moving to the bed, Lu Wen forgot his sadness, and asked hypocritically, "Will you change here?"
It's too late, it's too troublesome to go to the dressing room or the RV, so I just call it a day after changing here. Sun Xiaojian was the most annoying, and said: "They are all old men, why are you ashamed?"
Lu Wen couldn't stand the provocation, so he took off his vest immediately: "I'm afraid that everyone will be jealous when they see my devilish figure."
He said, looking towards the wall. Ren Shu was yawning long and squinting his eyes. Qu Yanting put away his script and played with his phone with his head down. No one paid attention to him at all.
After Ren Shu yawned, he said, "If I had known it was going so well, I wouldn't have let you come and suffer."
"It's okay." Qu Yanting was sending a message to the driver, asking him to wait for him at the alley.
Ren Shu was so tired that he took out a cigarette and lit it, using nicotine to relieve his fatigue. After he couldn't swallow a few words, the production manager ran in and asked, "Director Ren, are you leaving now?"
"Nonsense." Ren Shu was dumbfounded, "Why don't I stay and clean?"
The drama manager said awkwardly: "Daye left five drivers, one of whom went to see Teacher Tao off and never came back. He is holding the car key of A2-3..."
Ren Shu sat in A2-3 and said speechlessly, "Call him and tell him to come back quickly."
"I can't get through..." the show manager said, "I didn't answer the voice call either."
I am most afraid that the driver and the logistics will not be able to survive the night, and they will lose the chain for you. Ren Shu suddenly became angry, and was about to lose his temper while smoking, but Qu Yanting pressed his shoulder in time.
Qu Yanting reckoned that the other cars had already left, and it was not a good time to hail a car, otherwise the production manager wouldn't come to scold her. He said, "Don't wait, go back in your Porsche."
Ren Shu forgot that he had a car and said, "Then I'll see you off first."
Qu Yanting shook his head, it was dawn again and again, he asked Ren Shu to go back to the hotel directly to rest, he could wait a little longer and contact the hotel car to come.
Beside the bed, Lu Wen just pulled up his trousers, and Sun Xiaojian helped to block it, but with a "chuckle", the grandson ran away unexpectedly.
He frightened: "Damn! I'm gone!"
Sun Xiaojian had already rushed to the screenwriter and director, and listened for a long time. He caught an excellent opportunity to show his hospitality. How could he miss it: "Editor Qu, if you don't mind, why don't you take our car back together?"
This arrangement is the most convenient, Qu Yanting didn't bother to procrastinate, and agreed: "Okay, let's go together."
It was four o'clock in the morning, it was cold and dark, and the studio was gradually emptying out. The old street outside the community was as dark as the night, and the street lamps were dotted with a few traces of residual yellow.
Qu Yanting went back to the lounge to get the documents, but was delayed for a few minutes, and there were very few people around when he came out. Turn from the neighborhood to the street, and then walk to the entrance of the alley. When I approached, I found a person poking at the bottom of the wall.
Lu Wen poked for ten minutes, and Sun Xiaojian got into the car to pack up the bag first, and ordered him to wait here, escorting Qu Yanting through the alley where robbery was impossible.
"Wait for me?" Qu Yanting asked.
Lu Wen replied: "If I don't wait for you, can I still wait for an affair in a mountain city?"
Qu Yanting couldn't help admiring Lu Wen's physical strength. After a day and a night of shooting, he still had the strength to raise the bar. But he was tired, and walked away silently.
Lu Wen stepped into the narrow alley behind Qu Yanting, the surroundings were pitch black and there was little draft. With his hands in his hands, he was used to being served, and he didn't have the consciousness to turn on the flashlight.
Qu Yanting didn't care either, the darkness was even more calming.
The sound of footsteps was broken, Lu Wen's legs were long and his strides were big, he equalized Qu Yanting in two or three steps, then slowed down and retreated, and so on.
Qu Yanting shifted his body slightly and said, "You go to the front."
"No." Lu Wen was afraid that if he was in the front, he would completely fall behind the other party, "The leader will go in front, and I will be in the back."
Qu Yanting thought his words were funny and asked, "Am I the leader?"
"That's right." Lu Wen couldn't help digging through old accounts, "I took the wrong leader's car at the beginning, and I was kicked out. Later, the leader actually wants to take my car."
Qu Yanting didn't expect this day to come, so he had to let Lu Wen take revenge.
Continue to walk forward, and when you are almost halfway there, there is a crisp sound in the alley. The toe of Qu Yanting's shoe touched a piece of broken porcelain, which was the broken flowerpot blocking the way. He stumbled a step, lost his balance and fell forward.
Lu Wen didn't have time to exclaim, and his movements were quicker than his brain. He rushed forward and stretched out his hand. When he touched it, he pulled Qu Yanting back with all his strength.
Boom, a very muffled sound.
It was too dark, Lu Wen didn't know where he was holding Qu Yanting, and he wasn't sure if it was Qu Yanting's shoulder that hit his chest.
There was no gap between them, and Qu Yanting couldn't move. Lu Wen was next to his right back, with his arm across his waist, circling him, and holding his arm.
Lu Wen nodded slightly, and his chin touched the hair on the back of Qu Yanting's head. He staggered his head, and the low voice filled Qu Yanting's ear: "Leader, are you standing still?"
Qu Yanting said "hmm", and his arm was released, and the arm that was strangling him was slowly withdrawn from his waist. Lu Wen stepped back to distance himself from him.
Lu Wen took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight to help Qu Yanting illuminate, and at the same time bent down/body, picked up the debris and threw it into the flower pot, and then carried the flower pot under the wall with one hand.
He said, "Come on, be careful."
Qu Yanting said: "Thank you just now."
Lu Wen was only reliable for five minutes, yawned and said, "You're welcome, I'm sleepy, let's go, leader."
The nanny car was parked at the other side of the alley, with two large bags of spare clothes in the back row, Sun Xiaojian was in the penultimate row, Lu Wen and Qu Yanting got in the car and sat side by side in the first row.
Xu was sleepy, the atmosphere on the road was dull, Qu Yanting closed his eyes and rested his mind, and Lu Wen untied the headphone cable for a block.
Sun Xiaojian is a scheming person. When the red light stopped at the intersection, he rushed forward, grabbed the back of the chair and said, "Qu Bian, are you motion sick? I have motion sickness medicine."
Qu Yanting didn't even open her eyes: "No need."
Sun Xiaojian asked: "Editor Qu, what do you think of Lu Wen's performance in tonight's two scenes?"
Qu Yanting replied, "Not bad."
"I'm relieved when you say that." Sun Xiaojian seized the opportunity, and Wang Po sold melons, "I don't know how to act. From the perspective of the audience, I think Lu Wen's performance is particularly contagious. I want to cry."
Lu Wen panicked in embarrassment: "Cry, stop talking."
Sun Xiaojian ignored him: "In the second scene, Ye Shan looked at the photo quietly. It's so simple, silence speaks louder than words. Editor Qu, I'm not bragging, our Lu Wen definitely has unlimited potential."
Qu Yanting recalled the scene after scene. There was not a single line in that scene, because Ye Shan's guilt and pain were fully displayed when he conflicted with Ye Mu. When he looked at Father Ye's photo alone, he was only occupied by thoughts and peace.
Lu Wen's performance in the first scene was "release". In the second scene, he stared at the photo without blinking, calm and satisfied, and at the end quietly shed a tear, which was "receive".
Qu Yanting said one thing: "The handling is not only in place, but also very sophisticated."
Lu Wen rarely has a bad fart. He is a young actor with no professional background and inexperience, so he doesn't know how to take in and let go. He just missed his mother, I believe Qu Yanting also understands.
Suddenly, he said, "Ye Shan should not be blamed."
Qu Yanting's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes gently.
Lu Wen seemed to be talking to himself: "It's not Ye Shan's fault. Ye's father died in an accident. No one can predict it. If we trace the source like this, I also killed my mother."
Qu Yanting said: "This is different."
"It's nothing different." Lu Wen retorted.
Sun Xiaojian was afraid that something was wrong, so he hurriedly interrupted: "The script was written by Qu, why are you arguing with Qu's editor? Be good, go on and unplug your earphones."
Lu Wen is not arguing, he is expressing his inner feelings: "I only represent myself, for Ye Shan, I love him very much. If there is such a person, I hope..."
Qu Yanting's Adam's apple rolled: "What?"
"I hope he won't cry like tonight again," Lu Wen said.
There was no sound in the second half of the carriage, and it was almost dawn when we arrived at the hotel. Lu Wen and Qu Yanting broke up in the corridor, saying "good morning" or "good night" was inappropriate, so they swiped their cards tacitly to enter the door, and don't pass it for now.
The carnations were still placed on the porch cabinet, Qu Yanting stroked the petals and went back to the bedroom to rest.
Day and night passed, the cloudy morning, the sky is gray blue.
The cell phone vibrated beside the pillow, and the caller showed "Qiao Bian". Qu Yanting woke up suddenly, probably because Professor Wu had an answer to the matter, so he got out of bed while connecting.
Qiao Bian said in surprise: "Today is so fast."
Qu Yanting played it cool: "Hand slipped."
He walked into the bathroom while chatting on the phone, put hot water in one hand, unbuttoned his clothes, and took off his clothes. After talking on the phone, he soaked in hot water and took a comfortable bath.
Qu Yanting slept for too long and needed to exercise his muscles and bones. He didn't call the driver and missed the morning rush hour to take the subway. The sparse strangers were alienated, and he didn't feel uncomfortable.
After exiting the subway station, walk two streets to the set.
Group A was filming on the third floor, but Qu Yanting didn't go up, so he ordered Xiao Zhang to come and tell Ren Shu that he had something to do, and asked Ren Shu to go to 101 after filming.
Ren Shu went to find Qu Yanting immediately after filming without delay. The door of 101 was not locked, and there was no one working in the living room. Qu Yanting was leisurely watering the flowers on the balcony.
"Why did you come here in the middle of the morning?" Ren Shu walked over, "It's not busy, it's abnormal."
Qu Yanting said concisely: "Looking for you."
Ren Shu was confused and stood next to Qu Yanting, the two big men were facing a pot of malnourished florets. He flicked the petals: "If you need anything, just tell me."
Qu Yanting didn't like to joke, and said directly: "The Visual Association will hold a seminar in Beijing in two days."
Ren Shu knew and understood that Qu Yanting would not talk to him about this for no reason, so he should wait for the next one.
Qu Yanting pinched off a withered yellow leaf and said, "Professor Wu from the production center will attend, don't you want to meet him?"
The production center, the full name is CCTV China TV Drama Production Center, Professor Wu is the deputy director. When they were in college, Professor Wu was the deputy dean and the doctoral supervisor of the feature film photography major in the Department of Photography. Ren Shu has always admired the idol.
"Brother," Ren Shu always wanted to see him, but he couldn't take the opportunity, so he asked excitedly, "What do you mean?"
Qu Yanting didn't hold back, and said: "Our studio has a TV series participating in this seminar, and we will send editor Qiao to attend. After the meeting, organize a dinner or tea party, and invite Professor Wu."
He pinched off a small handful of dead leaves and flowers, carefully gathered them in the palm of his hand, and said in a soft voice, "If you want, you can go back to Beijing. I'll let Qiao make arrangements, and then you all go to see Professor Wu together."
Ren Shu stared at Qu Yanting, his eyes were so bright, sparkling.
Qu Yanting joked laggingly: "Looking in the mirror, it's like asking Nezha to transform."
Ren Shu let himself be teased and said, "Why are you so righteous?"
They haven't had much contact over the years, and they reunited for this drama. During a late-night chat during the preparatory period, he mentioned that he wanted to see Professor Wu, but Qu Yanting kept remembering it.
Qu Yanting said: "I rely on financial aid to go to university, and we spend money on majors. In those years, you bought the wrong clothes and filled the wrong meal card from time to time. Every time you went to your house, you made me eat and take. There is no reason not to repay your kindness."
Ren Shu didn't say a word about all the reminiscences that night after eating hot pot. The downcast state of the young man was like an old scar on his self-esteem. He couldn't bear to uncover it: "Help each other, what kind of favor is it, and you are embarrassing me?"
"Don't say unnecessary things." Qu Yanting flipped the page, "If you need to book a plane ticket, book it quickly, and arrange the work of the crew."
I was so excited just now that Ren Shu almost forgot that he was the director. He struggled: "I'm going back and forth for a day or two, and the crew is going up and down..."
Qu Yanting said: "Allocate the director team well."
Ren Shu said "hmm" and stared at the window in bewilderment. Four or five seconds later, he took out the filming announcement from his arms and smiled weakly.
"Arranging manpower is simple, the key point is to have someone who decides and checks."
"You see who is suitable, just—"
"Don't toss this pot of broken flowers." Ren Shu interrupted, handing over the crumpled notice, "I think you are quite suitable."
Now it was Qu Yanting's turn to be surprised.
His gaze fell on the paper, refusing to move away, glued to the black and white words. After a while, he replied: "Don't be kidding, I'm a screenwriter."
Ren Shu said: "You are the top student in the directing department."
Qu Yanting said: "Study is different from work, maybe I can only talk on paper."
"I think you are underestimating yourself." Ren Shu put the notice on the window sill, "Besides, you have been influenced by Director Zeng all these years, and your level must only improve and not retreat."
Qu Yanting swallowed a mouthful of air, and pressed her lips together.
Ren Shu said: "You just agree. Isn't it only natural for me to hand over the drama you wrote and the money you invested in? When you watch the drama, you rarely express your opinions, and you guarantee the greatest power for me as a director. I know all about it. , then listen to my arrangement this time."
Qu Yanting hesitated, and there seemed to be some elusive heartbeat in his eyes.
"Okay... I'll give it a try."
Qu Yanting agreed, and stretched out her hand to get the notice, only to realize that she clenched her fist at some point. He let go of his hand, and the thin sweat on the palm moistened the withered flowers and leaves, as if it was spring again.
Today there is a work sample review, Ren Shu asked: "Would you like to see it together?"
Qu Yanting came here on purpose, and will return to the hotel later, and will have a conference call with the studio in the afternoon.
Seeing this, Ren Shu requisitioned this lounge, and sent a message to his assistant to inform that the director, cameraman, and leading actor of group A, all of them came here to review the film.
The male lead ran down from Unit 3 after receiving the news, carrying a pastry box in his hand. Daye received so much praise, he burned the buns and felt uncomfortable without treats.
The box that Lu Wen carried was for Qu Yanting. The other party didn't come in the morning, so it was cold. Now I'm going to the screenwriter's lounge and just in time to take it.
Halfway there, he saw the screenwriter himself walking out.
Qu Yanting took the director's shooting announcement and watched it while walking, passing an old telephone pole, casting a shadow in front of him. He looked up, and Lu Wen blocked the way like a robber.
"Where to go?"
"Go back to the hotel."
"What time are you going back?"
Qu Yanting was surprised. He thought about leaving, but he still had to report to this person
Lu Wen also realized that there was too much control, so he smirked and passed over, and handed over the pastry box: "Please have breakfast for the whole group, your share, pineapple buns and puffs."
No less than three times before and after, Qu Yanting said: "Earning that little salary is not enough to treat guests."
"I am willing." Lu Wen shook the box, "Do you want to eat or not?"
Qu Yanting didn't answer: "I've eaten it, you can keep it as a snack."
Lu Wen didn't force it, and withdrew his hand, and when Qu Yanting passed him by, he turned to look at the back of the other party. He never asked, is his salary really higher than Ruan Feng's
If so, why did Qu Yanting lie to him that day
Lu Wen kicked a small stone and went towards Unit 1.
Seven or eight big men crowded into the living room of 101, the sofa was full, and Lu Wen had the lowest status, so he consciously moved a small horse to sit next to him. He opened the pastry box and took out the crispy pineapple buns to add to his meal.
Ren Shu said: "You have to eat before the work is done."
Lu Wen mumbled, "I like to eat something when I watch a movie."
The assistant director was adjusting the movie, and he was amused when he heard the words: "God damn watching the movie, we are reviewing the working sample."
The sample was called out and connected to the TV, which was the content of the shooting the night before yesterday. Ye Shan and Ye's mother had a conflict, and both of them broke out emotionally. After that, Ye Shan dreamed of waking up to see his father's photo.
There is no background music or editing, and the unprocessed sample is not as perfect as the finished film, but it has a surveillance video-like reality, which is a shock of the original ecology.
Lu Wen gradually forgot to bite the bread and stared at the screen intently. After the first pass of the two samples, the assistant director accidentally pressed the wrong button and started to play a scene shot earlier.
That was the first big night shoot—the solo scene of Yeshan under the vines.
Under the vine in the middle of the night, Ye Shan sat there alone, with his face sideways, his arm resting on his pillow, and he lay quietly on the edge of the table. When the light from the bulb was turned off, his browbones and the bridge of his nose were bright, and the sadness in his eyes was hidden in the dark.
Lu Wen was stunned.
It was him in the frame after frame, but he saw another person in a trance.
Daisuke of the photography team said: "The lighting in this scene is very good, and it didn't ruin the performance of the actors."
"Well, Xiao Lu did a good job." Seeing that Lu Wen didn't respond, Ren Shu snapped his fingers, "Xiao Lu, what are you thinking about?"
Lu Wen came back to his senses: "It's nothing... I'm distracted."
The assistant director smiled and said, "I don't concentrate on my work, just like Ye Xiaowu, but Ye Shan's acting is quite good."
Ren Shu felt the same way, but he didn't dare to take credit for it: "At first, I almost made fun of it, so I had to scold him a lot. Qu Bian has his own way. He told Xiao Lu about the play, and let him grasp Ye Shan's feelings once."
Lu Wen was stunned: "Director, what are you talking about?"
"Forget it?" Ren Shu replied, "Scene 14, your first scene as Ye Shan. There were several shots that day, but didn't editor Qu call you to the office?"
Lu Wen murmured: "But he..."
"What is he, training you? Hitting you?" Ren Shu said, "Qu Bian wanted to teach a young actor a lesson, and he used it to close the door in the office to save face for the other party? He was teaching you a play, so that you can understand the emotions of the character ,do you understand?"
Lu Wen's eyes were straightened, and his hands were full of bread crumbs.
Qu Yanting lied to him that Ruan Feng's salary was high, did he do it on purpose
Qu Yanting beat him, humiliated him, and suppressed him with his status, all just for show
So... Qu Yanting didn't look down on him at all
The group had been holding back for a long time, and the suffocation that had settled in his stomach welled up, and he urgently needed to release it. Lu Wen stood up abruptly, and shouted at Ren Shu: "Why didn't you say it earlier!"
Just two days after he felt relieved, Lu Wen developed acne again.
From the beginning of the speaking scene, his mood became complicated. He wanted to say something to Qu Yanting, but the specific language was not well organized, but at least he had to say "thank you".
However, Qu Yanting was so busy handing over work to Ren Shu that he had no time to talk to him.
Two days later, Ren Shu went to Beijing, and Qu Yanting had full authority to do the work.
At five o'clock in the morning, a private hospital in the urban area.
Lu Wen got out of the RV, wearing a hospital gown and makeup. His face was covered with bruises and blood stasis, with a thick layer of blood scab on his brow bone, and a lifelike fatal wound on his forehead.
Take the elevator to the eighth floor of the convalescent department. As soon as the door opens, you can see orderly and busy in chaos.
Next to the beverage machine, the mechanical team just took a breath; there were more than a dozen extra performers sitting in the rest area, including doctors and nurses; other actors were waiting in the corridor, Tao Meifan, Ruan Feng, Xian Qi, and all the neighbors were there.
Lu Wen passed everyone to the door of the ward, saw the room full of people through the square glass inlaid on the door, and then caught the person he had been thinking about for the past two days.
It might be a bit sticky to use "Mission", but he couldn't find a more appropriate word at his language level.
Lu Wen knocked on the door, and got permission to push it in.
The ward is light-colored, and Qu Yanting is standing at the end of the bed writing at the mobile desk, with a straight back, wearing an oatmeal-colored linen shirt that he had worn on the day he came to Chongqing.
He replaced Ren Shu's responsibilities and implemented it in the shooting. From the composition of the picture to the scene scheduling, and then to the space creation, everything needs to be checked by him.
Out of the corner of his eye, the silhouette was too tall, and Qu Yanting squinted his eyes, seeing Lu Wen's horrible look.
The executive director's name is Kang Daning, and said: "After the scene, the camera is trying to move."
Qu Yanting withdrew his gaze: "On the No. 1 lens, put on the soft light screen, and then turn on the low hanging mode."
Lu Wen took off his shoes and went to bed, lay flat and closed his eyes. Hearing the sound of footsteps, the door opened, and other actors came in one after another.
The smell in the room was a chaotic mix, the perfumes of actors and actresses, flowers, juniper leather, and the disinfectant of the ward itself.
All of a sudden, there was a clear smell in his nostrils, like the smell of aftershave. Lu Wen opened his eyes, and Qu Yanting came to the bed and took the workbook from the bedside table.
He stared blankly at the other party, didn't call out for a long time, hesitating whether to call "Teacher Qu".
Qu Yanting looked down condescendingly, and had no time to say hello, so he pinched the corner of the quilt and covered Lu Wen's head, telling him "don't move around" through a layer of cotton cloth.
Lu Wen's voice was muffled: "What if I can't help it?"
As soon as his head hurt, Qu Yanting tapped him with a notebook to scare him, and gave him an injection of Diazepam, ready to inject/inject him at any time.
After the scene, shooting, and interpreting the script shot by shot, a few hours passed quickly.
Lu Wen has been lying on the bed, almost falling asleep in the middle. After work was over at noon, everyone went out, and he dawdled to the monitor in the corner. Qu Yanting was packing things behind the table and hadn't left yet.
The field recorder opened the window to ventilate, and a burst of coolness poured in and blew off the form on the table.
Lu Wen picked it up first and handed it over. Qu Yanting caught it and said to him, "Hurry up and remove your makeup, the paint will hurt your skin."
Before Lu Wen could reply, Qu Yanting coughed dryly. He didn't bother to drink water when directing the filming all morning. He gathered his things and walked out, covering his lips with the script.
Lu Wen walked out of the ward and called, "Teacher Qu—"
But Qu Yanting called the reporter to stop, and said in a hoarse voice: "Call the photography team to gather in the garden, I'll go down immediately, and take a set of scenery shots at noon when there are fewer people."
After he finished speaking, he went to take the elevator. Lu Wen caught up and asked, "Teacher Qu, when are you free?"
Qu Yanting said: "Do you have something to do?"
Lu Wen said solemnly: "I have something to tell you."
Qu Yanting didn't understand why the young man was so obsessive, so he looked at his watch and estimated the time: "The filming will be finished at about 1:30, go find me by the lake."
In the back garden of the convalescent department, there is a pool of lake water in the semi-circular corridor, lush camphor trees, and the central square is covered with a large area of lawn. Dual cameras, camera A dominates, camera B assists, take the first trial shot to see the effect.
Qu Yan reviewed the picture in court, judging the color scale, the relationship between light and dark, and the intense momentum: "The sky is too cloudy, and the EI should be increased again. Brother Duan, the number 3 shot through the shot, isn't the frequency a bit low?"
This is a way to save face, Duan Meng, who held the phone, immediately said: "It's less than six percent, it's indeed a bit low."
Qu Yanting said: "Control it at 8 to 9%, and keep this frequency when cutting the rendering shot."
Duan Meng hastily agreed. Qu Yanting looks gentle, but has a neat style. He is decisive in his work without saying a word of nonsense. After the adjustments are correct, the official shooting begins.
In the RV, Lu Wen finished taking off his makeup and was eating a boxed lunch.
When Sun Xiaojian came back from buying fruit, he took out a plastic bag and took out two large persimmons that were yellow and tinged with red. An old man at the entrance of the hospital sold it, and it was completely cooked.
He washed and dried the persimmons and put them on a plate. Lu Wen touched it. The skin was thin, juicy and soft, about half the size of his palm.
Sun Xiaojian said: "My mother buys a box every year."
Lu Wendao: "No wonder I ate your face so sallow."
"Fart." Sun Xiaojian irresponsibly popularized science, "The north is dry, eat persimmons to moisten the lungs and relieve cough."
Lu Wen remembered that Qu Yanting was coughing. After eating, it was almost time. He was going to the lake to make an appointment, and he brought a big washed persimmon along the way.
There were few people at noon, and Lu Wen walked all the way to the back garden with a persimmon in his hands, bypassing the corridor and crossing the central square. There was almost no one in the back garden, and the photography team went to eat after shooting.
He approached the lake from a path on the lawn, surrounded by camphor trees. Five or six meters away from the lake, under the most prosperous camphor tree, Qu Yanting sat alone on a double bench.
Lu Wen didn't know how long the other party had been waiting, so he hurriedly took steps.
Suddenly, a person appeared by the lake, it was Ruan Feng.
Ruan Feng ran over first, and "gudong" sat down on the bench, next to Qu Yanting. Everything happened so suddenly, Lu Wensheng stopped and stared at Cheng Yaojin who came out halfway.
Qu Yanting was stunned for a moment: "Why are you here?"
"Surprised or not?" Ruan Feng smiled, raised his arm to wrap around the back of the chair, and pressed Qu Yanting's shoulder, "You're tired today, I'll give you a squeeze."
Lu Wendun stayed where he was, watching Ruan Feng "embrace" Qu Yanting's back, and took back the step he had taken. He couldn't remember too many things in his mind, he almost forgot the relationship between Qu Yanting and Ruan Feng.
That's right, he was just thanking him, how could he compare himself to talking about love with others
Perhaps, Qu Yanting had already made an appointment with Ruan Feng, and just took a few minutes to meet him.
Who made him not catch up
Lu Wen looked down at the persimmon in his hand, it was warm, and he didn't know if it really relieved his cough. He didn't make a sound, didn't show his face, and turned around and walked away knowingly.
Qu Yanting looked around and found no one else, but it was a public place after all, so he asked Ruan Feng to sit down. Ruan Feng withdrew his hand: "I'm sleeping at noon, I searched a lot before I saw you."
Qu Yanting asked, "Are you busy?"
Ruan Feng said: "I see if you have eaten. The box lunch is braised fish. I know you don't eat it."
Qu Yanting had already eaten, and after that time, Xiao Zhang made an individual order for him. Ruan Feng felt relieved: "Director Ren will leave the pick to you. Although it's only two or three days, it's exhausting enough. If others don't love you, I love you."
Qu Yanting turned her head and thought of another troublesome young man.
Ruan Feng asked strangely: "What are you looking at all the time, does anyone want to come over?"
Qu Yanting avoided answering: "Are you here to chat?"
Ruan Feng came to ask, he promised to invite group B to dinner today, and it happened that Qu Yanting was filming with group B in the afternoon, he wanted to ask Qu Yanting if he would like to join.
Qu Yanting refused without thinking. He finds it annoying when there are too many people, especially when there are a large group of people socializing like a dinner party.
Ruan Feng said: "But there are too many people on the set."
"It's not the same, this is work." Qu Yanting stroked the workbook with a very peaceful expression. For him, he enjoys this substitute job far more than he endures.
Ruan Feng couldn't help it: "Okay then, how about I go find you tonight?"
Qu Yanting understood this kind of dinner, but it would not end in the early morning, and he didn't have the energy to wait until the door opened so late, so he refused again.
Ruan Feng was obedient, what did Qu Yanting say. It's inconvenient to stay for too long, he wants to go back to the RV, before leaving, he said: "If someone refuses to obey and troubles you, tell me, and I will clean him up for you."
Qu Yanting was very disdainful: "Stop pretending to be aggressive, do you still remember that every time you were bullied when you were young, you would only cry when you came home?"
Ruan Feng blushed: "I won't tell you anymore, let's go!"
There was only a breeze by the lake, and it was a bit cold, Qu Yanting endured it, fearing that if he left to get his coat, someone who was late would be thrown away.
He leaned on the arm of the bench, feeling tired. I have come into contact with too many people today, all my nerves are tightly twisted, and I need to relax one by one, just like the spreading ripples on the surface of a lake.
The minute hand moved more than half a circle on the dial, and the ducks were full of water by the lake.
Qu Yanting sat until 2:30, and work was about to start, and if she waited any longer, the filming would be delayed. He walked back along the lake, angry and funny, he didn't expect to be pigeonholed by a little actor.
The shooting task in the afternoon is not heavy. The crew and the hospital have an agreement, and it must be finished before seven o'clock. Lu Wen was in Group A, and Qu Yanting was in Group B. The two didn't see each other all afternoon.
After finishing work in the evening, on the way back to the hotel, Lu Wen leaned against the car window and said nothing, with the brim of his hat covering his eyes.
Sun Xiaojian was full of doubts. He was so full at noon that he couldn't sleep. He ran out and wandered around.
"Where did you go at noon?"
"By the lake."
There is a grove next to the lake, and Sun Xiaojian felt unusual: "What are you doing by the lake? Have an appointment?"
Lu Wen's face became even more stinky: "I have an appointment with Duckling, I'll go swimming!"
Sun Xiaojian became more and more curious: "What happened?"
Lu Wen snorted coldly: "I shouldn't have gone."
"Who knows why you went, and you are holding a persimmon, you idiot." Sun Xiaojian felt that he couldn't dig out the gossip, so he changed it to share the gossip, "I heard that Ruan Feng invited group B to dinner tonight."
Lu Wen suddenly raised his head and shouted at the driver: "Turn around, I want to invite Group A to Jiangbeizui International Financial Center!"
Sun Xiaojian didn't understand why he was suddenly competitive, so he punched him: "Fuck you, it's time to shoot the main scene of the whole play, go back and read the script obediently."
When it comes to scripts, think of screenwriters.
Lu Wen snapped off his baseball cap: "What the hell, let's go to Zhazidong."
"What's the matter with you?" Sun Xiaojian held back the swearing, "I see that your uncle is here, and you have nothing to do with energy and are restless. Go to the lake for a swim at noon, right? Didn't you have a good time? Okay, you go back to the hotel and go to the swimming pool to make up. Come on, swim twenty laps and go back to the room to sleep."
Lu Wen didn't see Qu Yanting all afternoon, and the other party and Group B, Ruan Feng was entertaining guests for a dinner at the moment, and those two people must have secretly exchanged glances and kept secrets in front of everyone.
He said, "I swam fifty laps."
Back at the hotel, Lu Wen packed his things and went to the swimming pool on the 54th floor.
Enter the minimalist porch, the left leads to the water bar, and the right corridor leads to the dressing room and powder room. Lu Wen turned right and was stopped by the waiter.
"Excuse me sir, the swimming pool is not open to the public tonight, you can go to the water bar to relax."
Lu Wen asked, "Why?"
Waiter: "There is a customer who has a reservation for the afternoon, and the room is reserved until eleven o'clock tonight. I am very sorry for the inconvenience."
Why is everything not going well, Lu Wen asked casually: "Is there a party?"
Waiter: "No, that customer is just swimming."
Lu Wen was shocked: "Is it necessary to reserve the swimming pool by myself?!"
The waiter looked embarrassed.
"The swimming pool is hundreds of square meters, and he insists on occupying himself?" Lu Wen complained, "Isn't it lonely? Isn't it boring?"
Just as he was talking, a familiar figure flashed in the locker room.
Qu Yanting came out, wearing a calf-length silk bathrobe, crow blue, shining brilliantly under the wall lamp. The neckline is slightly open, and the collarbone is half covered. A thin waist is tightened by a ribbon, making the body appear slimmer and thinner.
He heard someone making a noise, which sounded familiar, so he came out to have a look.
Lu Wen was dumbfounded: "... why are you here?!"
Qu Yanting walked over in flip-flops and asked, "Then where should I be?"
Should be having dinner in Group B...
Lu Wen took a breath of air and swallowed his words.