Usually when husband and wife get along, it is normal for a wife to act coquettishly with her husband.
In Wen Li's eyes, this script is not new at all, but rather old-fashioned.
But the program team seemed to know how she and Song Yan usually get along, so they set up such a link to make it difficult for her.
She even wondered if Song Yan broke the news with the program team in private.
The weather in Yancheng is at the turn of spring and summer, with occasional drizzle, this kind of weather is not suitable for going out, but Song Yan still went out because of the dinner.
In the Mingshui clubhouse far away from the city, several men in the "Shanshui Tianqing" room were chatting happily with tea in their hands.
Several famous directors here have made their debut in the 1970s and 1980s and started making movies. Now they have achieved great success and won a lot of foreign and domestic awards. Some of them have already become foreigners, but they still prefer the environment with a strong Chinese atmosphere. Holding red sandalwood in hand, the cup contains the slightly astringent Yuqianba.
When Song Yan arrived, several people waved at him at the same time.
"Hey, Mr. Yan is here? Come here and sit down and taste the freshness of this tea. It was just airlifted from West Lake."
Song Yan sat down with a gentle and modest smile: "It's too frustrating for me, the teacher should call me Ayan."
The man who was joking was Yu Weiguang who caught Song Yan at the school gate. That movie pushed Song Yan to the podium of film newcomers. To Song Yan, he was Bole and even a mentor.
Director Guo on the side followed suit: "Old Yu can still call you A Yan, and the rest of us will honestly call you Mr. Yan. If Bai Shi hadn't invested 200 million yuan in the movie I'm going to start filming in the second half of the year, it would have I'm really worried about the special effects."
The people here are all his seniors, they are directors, he is an actor, calling him A Yan used to be the intimacy of the elders to the juniors, and it is also the division of status, but now A Yan has become capital, and getting along is obviously different from before.
Song Yan said modestly: "It's all Boss Boss' decision, and I really can't get the credit for it."
Back and forth, enough compliments, rainbow farts, and finally talking about movies.
Director Guo's words were a little tentative: "Ah Yan, is there still time for next year? I have a fairy book in my hand, a big IP. If you are interested, I can ask someone to show it to you?"
Song Yan asked: "Big IP? Adapted from a novel?"
"Yes, it has been popular on the Internet for more than ten years. The original book has a large readership base and is very popular among male and female readers."
Another director smiled and said, "What are you doing talking about so many high-profile people? It's about dating. It's popular to shoot this now."
Director Guo smirked, and continued: "I heard from Lao Yu that you have stopped accepting emotional dramas for a long time, and don't keep accepting those bitter and bitter ones. You have so many female fans, at least make a film to satisfy them." need."
"It's not that I don't want to take it." Song Yan tilted his head with a gentle smile, "It's just that emotional dramas are really not what I'm good at, and I'm afraid it will ruin this big IP."
Director Guo is still unwilling to give up: "Isn't your debut film an emotional drama? Now Lao Yu still relies on it to earn word of mouth. Why can't you film Lao Yu's emotional drama if you can shoot mine?"
Yu Weiguang laughed and helped smooth things over: "That's really my fault. Ah Yan just made his debut and filmed my sadomasochism movie, and the ending was written to death for him. He has a shadow in his heart."
"So much stamina?" Director Guo didn't quite believe it, "Didn't your wife, Ah Yan, have a background in idol dramas? Didn't she usually teach you a trick or two?"
Song Yan smiled: "It would be fine if she was willing to teach me."
Director Guo settled for the next best thing: "Then, is your wife interested in—"
"If Director Guo likes my wife, just contact her agent directly. If Director Guo is because of me, then there is no need. She is rather stubborn, and she doesn't want to have anything to do with me in this regard."
Several directors including Yu Weiguang looked at each other in blank dismay. Wen Li has reached the top in the TV drama circle. Now that she is the queen of ratings, few people will refute it. She has a lot of traffic and high commercial value. Those who were looking for her were still looking for her through Song Yan, and she solemnly refused after weighing them all. At present, she only accepts some light comedy movies with low investment or manageable.
Movies and TV have different requirements for acting skills. Even the most experienced drama actors in the industry sometimes have the risk of excessive force when they appear on the screen.
It seems that we can only find someone else.
Director Guo sighed, quite regretful: "The daughter-in-law I took in recently is still a fan of yours. Originally, she wanted to use this movie to catch up with stars, but I guess she will have to fight with me again. It's a headache."
Immediately someone said: "Hey, you have taken in a daughter again? Is this disobedience?"
Director Guo rolled his eyes: "Fuck you, you're not serious, you're just a girl, what are you thinking about?"
The others nodded meaningfully, and said in an ambiguous tone, "Well, girl, girl."
Song Yan just drank tea and listened. After staying in the circle for a long time, he had already seen it clearly. When he heard that Director Guo's goddaughter was a little idol who sang and danced, everyone teased him for following the trend and changed his taste. Nian also liked pure girls, but now he likes energetic girls.
He gradually lost interest in listening, his eyes looked elsewhere, and he accidentally saw a painting hanging on the wall in the inner hall of the box.
The strokes of traditional Chinese painting, the picture of snow-capped mountains and pines.
The inscription below is small, and it is a little far away, so I can't see it clearly.
"See it?" Yu Weiguang is also fond of calligraphy and painting. Seeing him staring at the painting, he took the initiative to say, "Master Xu's works in the early years are only seventy or eighty at the auction house, but they are definitely not as good as yours. If that pair of pomegranate pictures is put up for auction now, at least this amount will start at the price, are you interested in giving it up?"
Then he compared a number in his hand.
Song Yan shirked in a warm voice: "Then you have to ask my wife, I can't make the decision about that painting."
Yu Weiguang sneered: "Your wife, your wife, then you should call your wife over and let me tell her, what's the matter if you don't bring anyone here."
Song Yan seldom brings Wen Li to this kind of private bureau. This kind of bureau is a ladder for female artists to climb up, and it is an inescapable shackle.
But several directors never made fun of Wen Li. First, Wen Li was up to the challenge and was firmly seated in the first-line position. Second, she was married to Song Yan.
The third is that they have not been able to find out Wen Li's background so far.
Smart people know that the most terrifying thing is not being able to find out, which shows that the people behind her who really protect her are tight.
The master and apprentice were whispering, and several other men were loudly urging Director Guo to bring the goddaughter over, and let her dance in front of her to show off her talents.
Director Guo had no choice but to say, "All right, all right, can I call someone here?"
The tea party changed its interest, Song Yan finished his tea, politely found an excuse to leave.
Director Guo asked him to keep him: "Ayan, don't you watch the dance anymore? My daughter is still your fan."
"I won't read it." Song Yan smiled, "My wife has spoiled my taste."
On the way home, the rain has not stopped, and the moist smell is accompanied by the cool wind at the turn of spring and summer, and the green trees on both sides of the road are blown slightly.
Drink tea to wake up, but Song Yan's eyelids are sleepy, he tilts his head back, and leans on the seat lazily.
When she closed her eyes, she seemed to hear the loud DJ music that night again. She wondered where she heard this song. The refreshing, sultry scent of her toiletries.
Sue!
Her voice automatically played in the ears, and Song Yan burst out laughing, and all sleepiness disappeared for a moment.
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Because it was a private trip, the program team would not follow the filming. When Song Yan got home at night, he happened to bump into the director who went downstairs to throw garbage.
During the recording and filming, the film crew stayed in their downstairs house to ensure that they would not disturb the relationship between the husband and wife, and they could deal with any situation at any time.
"Teacher Song is back?" The young female director said excitedly, "Teacher Wen has been waiting for you for a long time."
The editor-director's expression looked a little dangerous, and Song Yan didn't know what kind of medicine she was selling in the gourd, because she stood outside the door for a few seconds when she opened the door, worried that a bucket of water or flour would fall down.
He seldom appears on variety shows, but he has seen other artists get punished like this.
But no, the TV was playing in the living room, and Wen Li came over: "Are you back?"
She was wearing a one-piece cartoon pajamas, lying on the sofa watching TV, and her hair was tied into a loose bun, which was a very common home attire.
But with light makeup on his face, Song Yan subconsciously glanced at the camera in the living room.
"Yeah." He bent down to change his shoes.
"I'll help you get your slippers." Wen Li said quickly.
Then put the slippers neatly by his feet, looked at him and smiled: "Put it on."
Song Yan: "..."
He picked up the slipper and shook it upside down, only to find that there was no needle hidden inside.
Wen Li was puzzled by his action: "What are you doing?"
Song Yan's expression remained unchanged: "Shake the ashes."
At this time, the entire film crew downstairs laughed uncomfortably at the monitor.
"There must be a reason for abnormal things. Mr. Song is afraid that his wife will plot against him hahahahahahahahaha."
"In this way, Teacher Wen has never been coquettish to Teacher Song."
After Song Yan put on his slippers, Wen Li grabbed one arm again. He froze for a moment and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Huh? It's nothing." Wen Li put on a formulaic business smile, his eyes curved, "You've been working hard all day today, come and sit down, and I'll rub your shoulders."
Dragging him to the sofa to sit down, Wen Li squeezed his shoulders from behind, fearing that the squeeze would be light or heavy, then bent down and asked softly in his ear: "Is the strength still okay?"
Song Yan's eyes dimmed, he grabbed her wrist, smiled and said, "No trouble, I'll just go back to my room and rest for a while."
Wen Li watched him dumbfounded as he walked into the bedroom without looking back, and closed the door again.
Then she stared fiercely at the camera in the living room: "He doesn't appreciate it, I can't do it."
The small green light on the camera was on, and the director's voice sounded: "Mr. Wen, you are not acting like a baby."
"Aren't I called coquettish?" She stood with her hips akimbo in front of the camera and argued, "You have to be a coquettish brother?"
Director: "Well, you are too reserved so the audience can't see it."
"..." Wen Li gritted her teeth and said discouragedly, "Then I won't."
The director started to give her online instructions, and the man in his forties squeezed his throat to imitate the little girl's acting like a baby.
Wen Li wrinkled her nose, and said in disgust: "If you want to do this, Song Yan should die, I will be killed by myself first."
Her complaint made the house downstairs almost shake from laughter.
At the critical moment, the director still has a solution: "Mr. Wen, do you want me not to show you the videos of other female guests? Can Mr. Zheng's be ok? Do you refer to it?"
Wen Li remembered it as soon as she heard it.
Yes, she can't lose.
But she was still a little worried: "Wouldn't it be embarrassing if he doesn't appreciate me anymore?"
"You can tell Mr. Song that the camera is turned off. Maybe it's because Mr. Song can't respond to you in front of the camera?"
Maybe it's just pretending to be reserved.
The little green light went off, Wen Li found out the fruit at home, washed it, cut it into slices and put it on a plate, then opened the bedroom door with the fruit plate.
She didn't say anything, and pretended to walk to the camera, and pretended to "turn off" it.
Song Yan, who was lying on the bed, just looked at her like that, and suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Why did you turn off the camera?"
Wen Li casually said: "It can't be open all day long, it's too late now, so let's close it."
She sat down by the bed with a fruit plate, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to eat fruit?"
Song Yan stared at her for ten seconds, then stretched out his hand: "Thank you."
Wen Li took the plate and hid back: "Hey, I'll feed you."
"..."
"Would you like to eat an apple first? Ah—"
When Song Yan opened his mouth, his probing eyes never left her face. He chewed very gently, sipping the sweet juice of the apple in his mouth with the tip of his tongue.
"Okay, now it's your turn to feed me." Wen Li opened her mouth, "Ah—"
Song Yan had a deep expression, seeing that she was like a zoologist observing an ape, and obediently fed her a mouthful of fruit.
"Well, it's really sweet." Wen Li sighed with a look of contrived enjoyment, "The apples fed by my brother are, yes, sweet."
Camera:"… "
The camera crew downstairs: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."
Song Yan was slightly stunned, pursed his lips, twisted his beautiful eyebrows, and asked in a low voice, "What did you just call me?"
"Huh? Brother."
Wen Li thought to herself, isn't this the killer weapon of the soft girl's coquettishness? Why didn't this man respond at all
She tilted her head and blinked: "Or do you prefer me to call you husband?"
Song Yan's Adam's apple moved slightly, his eyelids drooped, his eyelashes fluttered like butterflies, and when he looked up at her again, his eyes were covered with clouds and mist, mixed with inexplicable and unexplainable emotions.
He hummed, with a slight nasal voice: "Then call again."
Wen Li asked, "What's your name? Brother? Husband?"
The man's voice was hoarse as if he had a cold: "It's up to you."
"Brother, husband." Wen Li thought that it wasn't a mouthful anyway. Anyway, it was the effect of the show, so she called everyone and satisfied him. She even held his arm and said, "I still want to eat a grape."
It's all family, this is always acting like a baby.
vomit-
I don't know if those fans who call her "Brother Sanli" will dislike her mother and leave her fans after the first episode of the show airs.
Just when Wen Li was thinking that my character setup would collapse again, the man in front of him grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the bed, and the fruit plate fell to the ground with a crackling sound.
Song Yan turned up, put his arms above her, looked down at her from top to bottom, pulled the rabbit ears on the hood of her one-piece pajamas, and asked almost in a voice: "Xiao Jing, turn off the camera What exactly do you want to do?"
At first, I thought she was cooperating with the program group to engage in some tricks.
Later, I realized that she might have been assigned by the program group to act like a baby. It's not that the program group has no female staff, and they don't know how to teach her.
The performance traces are too heavy, and the lines are blunt.
If this was in class, Teacher Song would definitely fail her.
That round ball head with rabbit pajamas, this look is too rare, bright eyes, strange and clumsy, but really cute.
But the camera is off.
That's not recording a show.
The man looked very angry, his face was sullen, his eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and the roots of his ears were red with anger.
Wen Li's brain was short-circuited, and she couldn't figure out why it happened like this for a while, and she didn't know where she made Song Yan angry. Others acted like a baby in exchange for tenderness, and she didn't expect him to cooperate, at least give some approval Voice, don't make a scary face with a straight face.
She swallowed her saliva and said blankly, "Well, I want to eat grapes."
The man on top of her smiled frivolously, glared at her with the end of his eyes, spoke contemptuously, stretched out his hands to pinch her face, and snorted depressingly.
"I think you owe a fuck."
It is said that people have two faces on the bed and under the bed, and Song Yan is also like this sometimes, when he is emotional, he can't talk about it.
Poor Mr. Song didn't know that his flirtatious words were released by the public. Mr. Wen had already blushed in embarrassment for him.
The reaction of the camera crew at this time was divided into two groups. A group of young girls hugged each other excitedly, with a look of "kill me quickly to add to the fun" and died without regrets, and a group of old men were embarrassing Shy and want to continue watching but afraid of being scolded by girls as obscene.
"Cutting out the trailer for me tomorrow, Song Yan must remember to mute the two words after that sentence!"
The director's eyes lit up, as if he had seen the big-character poster announcement in this year's radio and television annual report crushing the super high ratings of 52 channels across the country and his glorious future when he came to the stage to accept the award.
The author has something to say:
The theme of our play is social death! Don't even try to escape the hero! The natural fishing system overcomes the black-bellied and old-fashioned criticism, I didn't expect it, Mr. Song
Teacher Song: (Sigh) The enemy is too fierce to resist