Lu Wen woke up from the cold in the thin morning light, fumbled for the remote control of the air conditioner, and vaguely remembered that this was the ancient town of Lanshui. When he opened his eyes, he didn't even bother to get up.
He stopped being ugly, picked out a comfortable and warm hoodie, put on sweatpants, put woolen socks on his size 46 and a half feet, and walked to the corner with his messy hairstyle.
Lu Wen slapped the lens away with a slap, close-up close-up, bleary without makeup, hoarse voice, exuding unknowingly sexy.
"Morning, the room is so cold." Lu Wen scratched the center of his eyebrows, feeling embarrassed that what he said yesterday would be overturned today, "So I don't drink ice water anymore, let's drink hot water."
Lu Wen went downstairs with a thermos cup in his hand. In the square courtyard, fixed cameras were placed at every corner, and every move was captured. The staff lived in the hotel closest to the ancient town and didn't come until eight o'clock.
Lu Wen unscrewed the lid and took a sip of hot water.
Cao Lanxu was still dressed in a simple Tang suit, walked out of the bedroom and stood in front of the railing on the second floor, dragging down a long voice without warning: "—Da Hui."
Lu Wen's neck was red from choking, and he raised his head: "Master Cao, can you not be called Big Hui?"
Cao Lanxu said: "A humble name is easy to support."
Lu Wendao: "I'm almost thirty, and I'm past the risk of premature death."
Cao Lanxu turned around and came down, the wooden stairs creaked, walked to the center of the courtyard and rolled up her loose cuffs, her hands were full of muscles and bones, with wide knuckles, containing the strength that a craftsman cannot underestimate.
Lu Wen flattered: "Master Cao, you seem to be Ip Man practicing Wing Chun."
Cao Lanxu hooked her palm, and the silver bracelet made a crisp sound: "Then I will teach you a set of punches."
Lu Wen was dumbfounded and didn't have time to react. Cao Lanxu grabbed his wrist with his claws. In front of the nearby camera and the rising sun in the distance, a courtyard accommodated the elderly and the young and punched him.
After bewilderment, Lu Wen pinched his waist and panted, and said, "I knew I would sleep more..."
Cao Lanxu said: "Come back tomorrow morning."
"Ah?" Lu Wen pulled his back, "I'm pretty strong, can you practice with Xiao Hui?"
Cao Lanxu flicked her sleeves chicly, let out a hum from her nostrils, raised her eyes and entered the room. Lu Wenxin said what to say, whether it is okay or not.
He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his temples, and felt his body warm up. At this time, the door creaked, and Jin Yanyu walked in wearing a hat, followed by the life assistant.
Lu Wen looked like a ghost: "How did you come in from the outside?"
Jin Yanyu took off his hat, his unstyled hair was disheveled, and said, "I'm staying in a hotel."
That's okay too? Lu Wen asked: "Then how do you shoot the shots in your room?"
"Go and lie down during the day." Jin Yanyu mocked, "Brother, is this your first time filming a reality show? There is a technique called editing, have you heard of it?"
Lu Wen squeezed his knuckles, and there was a clicking sound: "There is a kind of boxing called Wing Chun, have you heard of it?"
Jin Yanyu shook his head: "Oh, I've only heard it called /chun."
"..." Lu Wen was dumbfounded. Are traffic niches so wild now? There was a camera above his head, and he raised his chin to signal: "Aren't you afraid that the cut will not be clean, so I will broadcast it to you?"
Jin Yanyu bared his front teeth and said with a sneer, "That's impossible."
There is a main room behind, and Cao Lanxu's angry voice came out: "—Dahui, come in and have a meal!"
Lu Wen's intestines are so regretful, he really should have changed his clothes yesterday. Picking up the thermos, he went to the eaves and found that Jin Yanyu was not following, and asked, "You don't want to eat that ashes?"
Jin Yanyu played big cards: "Tch, what good food can the old man have at home?"
Lu Wen found that the quality of this thing was really not high. Even though it was pulled, it was not the young master's pulling, but the gangster who came down from the flyover. He didn't bother to talk, and turned around.
But it's just the beginning.
The workshop on the first floor is divided into two large rooms, one is full of tools, equipment and materials, and the whole wall is covered with hammers for forging and beating, and the other is a classroom with tables and chairs.
Cao Lanxu once took apprentices to pass on skills, but most of the young people in the town chose to go out to work, and fewer and fewer people were willing to learn. The old man never married, had no children, and almost devoted all his youth and energy to the silver engraving business.
The program team originally wanted to take the "touching" approach, but Cao Lanxu refused to cooperate, let alone sensationalism, and didn't even give anyone a good face.
After breakfast, Cao Lanxu ordered Big Hui and Little Hui to clean the two big houses.
Lu Wen adhered to the traditional virtue of "respecting the old and loving the young". For the first time in his life, he picked up a broom. When he cleaned up more than half of it, Jin Yanyu appeared after blowing his hair and putting on makeup. Table, clap your hands and leave.
When it was time to learn the skills, Jin Yanyu focused on shooting some shots, handed over the hands-on work to his assistant, and played with his mobile phone by himself.
After one or two times, Cao Lanxu turned a blind eye to Jin Yanyu, and even when he appeared in the same frame, he raised his eyes and looked at the bastard, and let out a cold snort.
"Da Hui, wipe off the carving knife!"
Lu Wen wore an apron embroidered with orchid grass, and listened to the order to wipe the carving knife. He fully understood why Jin Yanyu chose him. Eighteen lines have no human rights, only hard work, damn it.
"Dahui, it's time to feed the dog!"
There is a private chef and a nutritionist at home, and he has to serve a local dog outside. Lu Wen put the rice bowl aside, sat on a small stool with his back to the camera, and said to the dog with the bowl: "Xiao Jin, eat slowly, look at you in a hurry." of."
"Dahui, go draw a sample!"
Lu Wen has never been so attached to the classroom. He sat down and lay down on the table. The big cameraman sat opposite him holding the camera. He spread out the paper and complained to the camera: "To be honest, I joined this show only because of the idea of it. I knew it would be so tiring, so I chose to donate directly."
Brother cameraman: "You should just remember the bitterness and think of the sweetness."
"I have never suffered, how can I remember?" Lu Wen babbled while painting, "I want to paint more slowly and take a break. Hey, the more I work, the more you shoot, isn't that scene too difficult?" many?"
The big cameraman laughed, it's hard to reveal.
Lu Wen is not difficult to be a human being. He grabbed his short hair, lowered his eyebrows and pursed his thin lips, and said when he wrote: "Then let's shoot a handsome assembly? Come to the close-up, and help me match the words in the later stage of this scene: A serious man is the best!" handsome."
Lu Wen's painting is a ring. Although it is simple, it has a good look. After receiving this program, he specially asked his friends who have studied jewelry design for advice. As for the pattern design, he won't make it too complicated, just prepare a simple pattern.
After handing in the homework and coming out of the house, Jin Yanyu was going downstairs, his eyeliner was dizzy from sleep, and he was a little slumped. Lu Wen sat on the bench and put on hand cream after too much work.
Sitting next to him, Jin Yanyu spread his legs and said, "When you become popular, you won't have to suffer like this."
Lu Wenai ignored her answer: "Oh."
"But will you be popular?" Jin Yanyu owed Sou'er, "Actually, you are so handsome, it's hard to say."
The sky above his head was full of sunset, and Lu Wen said impatiently: "The sun is setting, and Cinderella is going to the ball. You should go back to the hotel as well."
Jin Yanyu said, "I'm going to the city tonight."
Lu Wen asked, "What are you doing?"
"Dining with the management." Jin Yanyu took out a pack of cigarettes, bit one, lit it, and skillfully exhaled round smoke rings.
Lu Wen's mentality was unbalanced. He worked so hard for this show. They had already arranged for the next resource, so he said angrily, "Why, make a movie?"
"Is it unusual to make a movie?" Jin Yanyu said proudly, "The last movie I finished was Zeng Zhen's movie."
Lu Wenxin said, it's just a supporting role, besides your fans, no one likes to watch you act. "I also finished a play." He replied, "Student Zeng Zhen's."
Jin Yanyu took a sip of the cigarette and forgot to exhale, half of the mist floated into the lung duct, he suppressed his cough and asked, "What tablet?"
Lu Wen raised his face to the camera to advertise, and replied in a broadcast tone: "Please pay more attention to my web drama "The First Night"."
Jin Yanyu paused for a moment: "Oh, the script written by Qu Da's screenwriter."
Lu Wen asked: "Do you know Qu Bian?"
"I have heard of it, but I haven't seen it." Jin Yanyu dusted off the cigarette, "It is said that he is very low-key, do you know him?"
Lu Wen raised his eyebrows: "Of course."
Jin Yanyu smoked his mouth vigorously, tiny sparks flickered, and exhaled a large mouthful of second-hand smoke. His expression and volume were weakened by the fog, and he was a little fluttering: "What does he look like?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't learn Chinese well, and I can't describe Mr. Qu's outstanding talent. His face is like a crown of jade, his eyes are like bright stars, and he is a gentleman. Xu Gong in the north of the city feels ashamed when he sees it."
Jin Yanyu: "Fart on air."
Lu Wen took out his mobile phone, opened the photo album, swipe to the photo of Qu Yanting hugging the cat, and showed it to Jin Yanyu: "Then let you appreciate it, and keep your dog eyes wide open."
"Who cares about it?" Jin Yanyu said, he couldn't help but glance over at the end of his eyes, his eyes fixed on the screen.
Lu Wen said to himself: "It is said on the Internet that you have the best bones in the traffic, well, in fact, your face is a bit like Teacher Qu, but your temperament is too far away."
Jin Yanyu was slightly stunned: "What?"
"Temperament, you know?" Lu Wendao, "Read more books, and you will have a poetry and book spirit in your belly."
The cigarette between his fingers burned to the end, Jin Yanyu was so hot that he shook, the cigarette butt fell to the ground, he stepped on it and crushed it fiercely, stood up and said, "know how big you are! Don't fucking talk to me!"
Lu Wenlei didn't have the energy to fight all day long, he just irritated people accurately: "Don't feel inferior, your looks are all given by your parents."
Jin Yanyu tried his best to push him away, called the film crew, and went into the classroom to take another shot.
Lu Wen went upstairs to his room, went to bed and lay flat, his phone screen still stayed on Qu Yanting's beautiful photo, staring at it for a while, he thought of something, and switched to QQ.
The content of the chat last night was impressive. He said that sentence under impulse or short circuit-I seem to like someone.
Social horror writer: Why is it like
Unlucky Little Singer: Because I'm not sure.
Lu Wen is not sure what it feels like to like someone. He wants to hug the quilt tightly, and he will be full of energy when he lifts it. He can't help but praise, and fantasize about the other person's fingers when he draws the ring.
Do these count
Fearing that the little writer didn't follow up, Lu Wen didn't continue the chat. He clicked on the text box, skipped last night's topic, and asked: Have you considered the matter of collecting folk songs
Later, the little social fear writer replied: Not yet.
Unlucky little singer: Don't feel pressured, it's okay if you are not brave.
Social fear young writer: Then I won't go.
Unlucky little singer: You gave up too quickly!
Socially afraid young writer: Then let me think again.
Unlucky Little Singer: You should be persuaded...
Lu Wen just asked. After asking, he wandered around the apps idly and opened Weibo. Anyway, the official blogs of "Utopia" and "Wan Nian Qiu" have publicity, so there should be fans, right
Once logged in, the homepage refreshes with the latest Weibo.
Jin Yanyu posted it two minutes ago, the content is: A little spoiler, I finally finished the homework assigned by Master Cao!
Lu Wen was holding his mobile phone tightly, his eyeballs were about to pop out, the picture that Jin Yanyu provided was clearly his homework, and he modified the ring one stroke at a time!
Lu Wen rushed out of the room, grabbed the railing and shouted: "Jin! Get out!"
The local dog barked in unison, Jin Yanyu had already left, and went to the dinner of the management. Lu Wen was furious, went back to the room and kicked the door, and reopened the Weibo.
In the soaring comments and retweets, all are praises from Jin Yan's fans.
Lu Wen pressed the forward button, as if commenting on a circle of friends, and typed: Sorry, it looks like I drew this.
The sky was black and red.
Qu Yanting closed the window and went downstairs. Today is the last day of work before the Spring Festival. Everyone in the studio is here. They received a small gift of year-end bonus, beaming with joy.
According to the usual practice, everyone will have dinner at night, and Qu Yanting said, "I'll give you the card, can you not participate?"
Everyone said in unison: "No - OK!"
Qu Yanting couldn't resist, so he set off with this group of people, they were all grasshoppers on a rope to make money anyway. Before the festival, when foreigners return home, the road is not too congested, and they will arrive in half an hour.
A Korean barbecue restaurant with a large room and two long tables. Qu Yanting sat at the corner of the table, took off his coat, wiped the hand sanitizer, and said, "Just order whatever you want."
The accountant said, "Yu Nandian, he is a big meat lover."
After washing hands, the menu was still lying on the table, Yu Nan stared intently at the phone across the table, Qu Yanting kicked under the table and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Yu Nan replied: "Looking at celebrities who are suspected of publicly slapping their faces..."
Qu Yanting didn't understand: "What a mess."
"Oh!" Qiao Bian also held his mobile phone and exclaimed, "Qu Bian, the male lead of your web drama is trending!"
Qu Yanting touched his phone subconsciously, and then remembered that he hadn't registered on Weibo, but it's normal to participate in popular searches on the show, it's just a means of publicity.
"What are you making a fuss about?"
Yu Nan said: "Jin Yanyu sent a design drawing of the ring, saying that he drew it, and Lu Wen publicly forwarded it, saying that he drew it himself..."
"It's all quarreling!" Qiao made up, "So who drew it?!"
Someone said: "It should be painted by Jin Yanyu."
Qu Yanting didn't understand at all, but his reaction was priority, and he immediately retorted: "Lu Wen won't tell such a lie."
"But," Yu Nan stretched out his mobile phone, "the picture says FOR YAN, isn't it Jin Yanyu's rock?"
Qu Yanting took it down, clicked on the picture, and there was a ring drawn on the rough white paper, with the date and signature on the lower right, and the English word "FOR YAN" was really written in cursive.
Looking back at the ring, Qu Yanting's lips parted slightly, and he saw a little swallow painted on the narrow ring, which was exactly the same as the one behind his name on the cover of the script.