The crew placed a plastic round table that is very common on the set. The material is very hard. With only a thin layer of draft paper, even if ordinary people write with a signature pen, the lines will inevitably be thin. Straight is not easy.
Maybe it's because of You Chuan's strong wrist and fingertips, although the strokes he wrote are not thick, but each stroke is drawn steadily, especially when he closes the stroke, he is vigorous and calm.
But the font... because of the first brush, it should be ugly.
Li Zhiqing's surname has many strokes, and the frame structure is difficult to grasp. You Chuan's writing is a bit skewed, but the last two characters are quite regular.
"... What are you writing my name for?" Li Zhiqing felt that the temperature of this draft paper was a bit high, and his fingertips were faintly hot from the heat.
You Chuan was still holding the signature pen in his hand. As soon as Li Zhiqing made a sound, his fingers followed hard, almost deforming the tip of the pen. He whispered: "Practice calligraphy."
Do you have to use his name to practice calligraphy
Li Zhiqing suppressed his heartbeat, and pressed the paper to his hand: "My name has so many strokes, it's not suitable for you to practice calligraphy." He paused, then thought of something, "Besides, how do you know how my name is written? ?”
He didn't deliberately teach You Chuan to recognize it.
The previous pile of sundries was piled up on the other half of the table. You Chuan picked up the top stack of bound scripts and said, "This is yours."
Li Zhiqing glanced at it, it was indeed his second script, and he couldn't shoot the upper part today, so he brought You Chuan here before the filming started, and put it on the table casually.
The cover of the script was white, and he wrote his name in the lower right corner. At that time, Li Zhiqing happened to have a new soft-tipped pen, and he was very interested in writing.
Li Zhiqing looked at his own handwriting, and then at the three words written by You Chuan, feeling a little disappointed: "Yes, it's mine."
Love is just an accident.
You Chuan was sitting on a chair, and rarely looked at Li Zhiqing from the angle of looking up.
Li Zhiqing didn't have broken hair on his forehead, his eyebrows and eyes were very clear, his eyes looked up from the bottom, his eyelashes were long and curled up, and they dyed a warm color after holding the sun, making people want to get close and kiss .
You Chuan stared intently for a while, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and quickly pulled his eyelids down.
"Do you know how to write your own name now?" Li Zhiqing asked him, "When you first came to the store, I wrote it on the dining table once, do you still have an impression?"
You Chuan was still thinking about his eyelashes, so he didn't respond right away.
Li Zhiqing thought he had forgotten, so he spread his palm to You Chuan, without saying a word, You Chuan didn't even hesitate for a second, and handed him the pen directly.
Li Zhiqing leaned on the edge of the paper and bent slightly, and wrote the word "You Chuan" next to his name, deliberately making the first digits of the two names correspond one by one. Your name has few strokes, so it should be easy to remember."
The two names are leaning side by side, and it seems that they can hug each other intimately even if they are closer.
The corners of You Chuan's lips curled into a small arc uncontrollably, and finally nodded: "En."
Li Zhiqing secretly laughed behind him, thinking that he had to take this draft paper back and put it away later, when Li Guangping called him from behind.
"You finished filming today's scene?" Li Guangping walked over quickly.
Li Zhiqing turned to look at him: "There are still a few more games in the afternoon."
"Okay, don't go back in a hurry after we're done, wait for a while after removing the makeup." Li Guangping patted him on the shoulder, "Lao Zhang and the others ordered a table outside, and we will go there together later."
"Have a dinner party?" The time for the dinner party was not too short, "But I agreed to broadcast a live broadcast for fans."
Li Guangping didn't take it seriously: "Then you can drive it while eating, and we don't care about it."
Li Zhiqing couldn't help laughing, is this asking him to engage in eating and broadcasting
"I have something to tell you after dinner." Li Guangping said.
Li Zhiqing asked him: "What's the matter?"
Li Guangping hesitated for a moment, waved his hands and left: "We'll talk about it when the time comes, you shoot the movie first."
Li Zhiqing couldn't help calling him even if he wanted to, his appetite was whetted.
He turned his head and found that the field manager had just come over to clean up the useless things on the table when he was talking with Li Guangping, and even the draft paper that was placed beside the table was gone.
Unwillingly, Li Zhiqing flipped through it twice, and after confirming that he couldn't find it, he took a deep breath to suppress his helplessness, erected the script and turned it upside down on the desktop.
... If he had known earlier, he would have just folded it up and held it.
After filming the scene in the afternoon, as soon as Li Zhiqing walked into the dressing room, he saw a strange face inside.
The other party was a young man about twenty-five years old. When he saw him go in, his face flushed with excitement, and he immediately left the two people who were talking behind him, and raised his legs to meet him: "Teacher Li!"
Li Zhiqing paused, smiled at him politely, and walked towards the empty seat in the dressing room: "You're making a big joke, I don't deserve the title 'teacher'."
The young man laughed and rubbed his hands, he was about to say something, when he saw a tall man coming in after Li Zhiqing, he shivered suddenly, opened his mouth empty, he just couldn't spit out the words smoothly, his whole body felt inexplicable chills.
"This is a junior who came out of the same school as me. I like you very much." The makeup artist who often touches up Li Zhiqing's makeup came over and took out a cotton pad to help Li Zhiqing remove his makeup. "He used to work in the crew next door. I heard that you are filming here, so I insisted on making time to come and see you."
Li Zhiqing smiled at the young man again, and thanked him by the way.
The young man stood by and watched helplessly, and when the makeup on Li Zhiqing's face was almost cleaned up, he took a can of soda graciously, pulled the tab off, inserted the straw and handed it over: "You worked so hard filming, do you want some drink?" water?"
Li Zhiqing tried to evade it twice but it didn't work, so he had to take two sips in a meaningful way.
For some reason, the other party's kindness made him feel uncomfortable instinctively.
As usual, You Chuan stood at the place closest to the door, looking at the young man's back expressionlessly, his eyes were calm, and he couldn't tell what emotion he was feeling at this moment.
"Senior sister, you've been busy all morning, why don't I help you with your hair?" The young man couldn't help but said from left to right with his back stiffened because of You Chuan's uneasy stare.
Just as the makeup artist was about to take off the hairpin from Li Zhiqing's hair, he smiled when he heard this: "Do you want to help me share the work, or do you want to get close to your male god?"
The young man looked shyly at Li Zhiqing in the mirror, and smiled shyly.
"It's alright, alright, come on, it's not easy after waiting for so long." The makeup artist gave him the opportunity, and said to Li Zhiqing, "Don't think he's a man, his hands are much more skillful than mine. I helped Cheng Jiarun do the styling, and was praised so much that I almost flew into the sky."
The young man hurriedly shook his head humbly, and smiled even more shyly.
His hands may be a real coincidence, but now he may be really excited, he accidentally hooked Li Zhiqing's hair several times just by removing the hair crown, and kept bending over to say sorry.
His face was flushed, he was so nervous that he was about to cry at any time, Li Zhiqing could only reassure him repeatedly that it was okay and let him take his time.
When all the hair pieces were removed, not only the young man heaved a sigh of relief, but even Li Zhiqing felt a burst of relief in his heart.
After all, the young man belonged to the crew next door, so he couldn't stay here for too long. In the end, he clumsily expressed his love and support to Li Zhiqing for a long time, and then walked away step by step.
If he wanted to get out of the dressing room, he had to pass You Chuan. For some reason, he always felt that the man by the door was a bit dangerous.
Out of the instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, the young man held his breath, went out as far as possible close to the door, left the dressing room and trotted forward for a while, and slowly relaxed the tense muscles all over his body when he reached the section where there was no one for the time being. Relax slowly.
He tucked his hands into the cuffs of his coat, squeezed the things hidden in the palm of his hand, raised the corner of his mouth, and smiled unnaturally, completely different from the shy look in the dressing room before.
The young man carefully tugged at the sleeves at last, before he could completely smooth out the folds, a shadow suddenly fell in front of his eyes, and when he raised his head, he couldn't help but let out a low choking sound from his throat.
The man who was standing by the door earlier stood in front of him at some point, with his hard and cold chin raised high, and he only lowered his dark and indifferent eyes, and glanced at him condescendingly. The temperature inside was completely unbearable. To use the word "cold" to briefly summarize, it looks like looking at a pile of dead things that can't be separated from flesh and bones.
The young man was fixed on that gaze, and a sharp buzzing burst out from his ears in an instant, causing his brains to sting.
Without saying a word, You Chuan slowly raised a hand towards him with the palm facing up, clearly wanting him to hand over something.
The young man only felt that his brain was screaming and galloping in a posture that broke through the skull cavity. Subconsciously, he really wanted to submit the thing obediently, but he couldn't even make trembling movements at this time, let alone raise his hand.
Before he had time to collapse, You Chuan's outstretched hand had already turned over, grabbed his forehead directly, and threw him against the corner wall with ease.
The strength of the opponent's palm pressing was simply indescribable, the sound was not a simple crisp sound of skin and flesh contact, it was dull, and extremely thick, all the way down the cranial cavity, every inch of the body's bones seemed to be shaken out of motion.
The first batch of old gods in ancient times were no more emotional than Fuxi's subsequent generations. They were violent and arrogant, always indifferent to everything, and even less caring and caring for human beings.
If it wasn't for Li Zhiqing who was still thinking about it in his mind, who knew what effect You Chuan's slap would have.
The young man's eyes darkened twice, and before the pain was brewed, he realized that his right hand, which was tucked in his sleeve, had been bumped by something.
His five fingers were cold first, then stiff, and the joints suddenly burst into a soft feeling like being crushed by someone, and he couldn't even feel the things in his hands slipping out.
A straw with wet saliva, and a tangle of black hair, the number is not too many, exactly nine.
You Chuan didn't bow his head, he just picked up the item, didn't even look at the person after getting it, turned around and walked away.
The young gecko sucked on the wall like a gecko, his pupils dilated for a long time before gradually shrinking back to their normal size, he knelt against the wall tremblingly, and lay on the ground shaking for a long time, digging at the mud with his fingernails, unable to control himself Some retching.
You Chuan walked back all the way covered in frost and snow. The crew was a little bit afraid of his cold temper, but now his face is terribly black, and no one dares to pay more attention to him.
As soon as You Chuan stopped in front of the locker room door, Li Zhiqing changed into casual clothes and pushed the door out.
The cold air immediately dissipated like facing the scorching sun, and even the eyes became much clearer.
"Where did you go just now?" As soon as Li Zhiqing finished speaking, You Chuan poked his fingers into his hair, faintly pinched his scalp twice, his fingertips felt slightly cool.
Li Zhiqing couldn't help being stunned: "What's wrong?"
You Chuan lowered his head in front of him, and after repeated confirmation, he took his hand back and shook his head: "It's okay."
Li Zhiqing looked at You Chuan, stretched out his hand and stroked the back of his head twice, but couldn't find anything.
For some reason, even though You Chuan's expression is the same as before, he just feels... the other party's mood is very bad.
The author has something to say:
You Chuan: Don't think I'm a daughter-in-law's cutie, so come and drive me to death, okay? Is cuteness for you
Li Zhiqing: ... cutie
You Chuan: Yes.
Li Zhiqing: Please report your age frankly.
You Chuan: ... (I can't even remember)
You Chuan: It's okay to be old and cute.
(PS: I'm afraid that the hints in the article are not enough, and some fairies will misunderstand. This young man is not a fan of the Qing Dynasty. There is a reason for the old dragon to beat people.)