Nanchu came back to the office after smoking, and it was confirmed that she was allergic to cosmetics. Yan Dai was poking Xigu with her finger, and shouted sharply: "You have to pay for it! I can't start work these days, in case the director What are you going to do with my lost wages?!"
Although Shen Guangzong didn't like Yan Dai, he still remained calm and smoothed things over with a smile: "Xiao Dai, we all belong to the same company. Isn't it a joke to make such an ugly scene?"
Yan Dai stomped her feet and pouted: "Brother Zong! But my face..."
In the middle of speaking, Nan Chu came in from the corner of the eye. The latter was leaning on the door frame and looking at her, choked and twitched, and swallowed the second half of the sentence in a daze.
Inexplicably, Yan Dai was a little afraid of Nan Chu, and also a little jealous of her. Even she couldn't explain the complicated emotions clearly.
Nan Chuchu only joined the company, a year later than her. They are all small 18th-line artists, but Nanchu has a queen mother. Although the circle says that their mother-daughter relationship is bad, it is better than those who don't.
At the age of six, Nan Chu followed her mother Nan Yueru to shoot commercials and prints, making her debut as a child star. When I was sixteen or seventeen, I took over a few movies and became famous. The actresses in the group would occasionally discuss Nan Chu's gossip, and when Yan Dai hated Nan Chu for a long time, she couldn't help but gamble for a while.
But every time I saw Nanchu walking past me with a look of indifference, I felt angry and anxious. As a woman, how could she not care about her reputation so much.
Sure enough, just like her mother.
It's coquettish and profligate.
Nan Yueru's reputation is actually not bad, but she stopped acting for a year when she was 26 years old and gave birth to Nan Chu. It has not yet been announced who Nan Chu's father is.
Back then, the weekly entertainment gossip magazine searched out all the male celebrities in the circle who were suspected of being Nan Chu's biological father. As a result, within a few years, they either announced they were coming out of the closet, or they got married and had children.
To this day, this matter is considered one of the top ten unsolved mysteries in the entertainment industry.
…
Nan Chu leaned against the door and glanced at Yan Dai indifferently.
Yan Dai was discouraged, and said reluctantly with her face turned and her lips pouted: "You tell the director, I won't go."
Nan Chu smiled: "Okay."
Back in the group, Nan Chu helped Yan Dai ask for leave and postponed her role until three days later. The director muttered with some dissatisfaction: "She has the most things to do."
Two days later, this word reached Yan Dai's ears again, and after talking too much, the taste changed, somehow it became——
Yan Dai's face is allergic, unable to film, delaying the progress, the director deleted Yan Dai's part in a fit of anger, added Nan Chu's role, and even insulted Yan Dai as a good thing.
Moreover, I heard that Assistant Nanchu did this.
In the eyes of everyone, the mature and stable director must have been blinded by Nan Chu, the little goblin, to say those words in a fit of anger.
After all, she is also a female artist who dares to discuss pornography with the director openly, so what shameless thing she can't do!
Therefore, Nan Chu became the target of public criticism.
Hearing this, Shen Guangzong was furious, his hair stood up one by one, and almost strangled Xi Gu, Nan Chu grabbed the little girl and calmly flipped through the book, "It's really killing me, Luggage!" Carry it."
Although Xigu is small, he has great strength, and he can carry several suitcases by himself without panting.
Shen Guangzong let go of Xi Gu's collar, and made a motion of silently wiping his neck.
Xi Gu hurriedly covered his eyes.
Nan Chu touched her head and warned: "Shen Jingbing—"
"You protect her, and if you protect her a few more days, it's time to tell you that you're gay!"
Shen Guangzong left angrily.
Xi Gu looked at Nan Chu, and found that she continued to bow her head and flip through the book.
She couldn't help leaning over, "What are you looking at?"
Nan Chu put the book upright on his lap and showed her the cover.
"Golden gold... bottle plum."
"uh-huh."
Xi Gu looked at her with a peaceful face, calm and composed, as if there was a barrier to isolate the world, why she saw the taste of Xu Zhimo in the banned books.
On the fourth day, Ran Dongyang, the No. 2 actor who won the Best Supporting Actor last year and also Yan Dai's rumored boyfriend, joined the group, and the actors finally arrived.
After Yan Dai finished filming the last night scene, when she walked out of the studio, she saw the backs of two people sitting side by side under the tent.
Ran Dongyang leaned back on the chair, "How have you been recently?"
Nan Chu looked down at the script and said softly, "It's pretty good, eat well and sleep well."
The two collaborated on a film a few years ago.
Ran Dongyang leaned forward and reached out to grab Nan Chu's head, but she dodged it calmly, her hands froze in mid-air, and smiled awkwardly: "What's wrong with you? It's like a different person."
Nan Chu didn't even lift his head, and sneered, hooking the corners of his lips.
Ran Dongyang dragged the chair and leaned against her, "Although you were not talkative back then, at least you were gentle. Why, I haven't seen you for a few years, and the little rose has thorns?"
Nan Chu ignored him, slapped the script on the table, circled a section with a pen, and said casually, "I'll pull you back after you leave this section, so you can let your emotions out."
Ran Dongyang propped his head with his hands, and lay back on the chair: "You are just too bad-tempered, so you are not likable at all."
Nan Chu raised his head and gave him a cold look.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a sneaky figure hiding under the old locust tree a few meters away.
Ran Dongyang stopped laughing, sat up straight, and put his hands on the table, "Don't look at me like that, back then..."
Nan Chu suddenly smiled at him, hooked his hands, his fingers were slender and jade-like.
The summer night was dark, the studio was gradually closing down, the pale moonlight fell, Nan Chu's skin was translucent, and the whole portrait was glowing.
Ran Dongyang was in a complicated mood.
But he still leaned over like a ghost.
Unexpectedly, in the next second, there was a loud bang, the back of his head was grabbed, and his forehead was slammed against the corner of the table.
"Hold!"
When he raised his head again, his forehead swelled up like a bull's horn.
Ran Dongyang bared her teeth in pain, Nan Chu had already packed her things and stood up, holding the script in her arms, wearing a long black dress to show off her pretty figure, looking down at him, as indifferent as a noble black cat swan.
She bent down, the advantages of a man are always displayed in the dark night, but the dark night wraps the woman in front of her even more terrifyingly.
Nan Chu is slender, with a small frame, slender eyes, gentle brows, thin lips, and seldom gets angry. Almost nothing can affect her emotions.
But when she was really angry, the fierceness of her whole body was highlighted.
like now,
Especially those eyebrows and eyes.
"If you want to mention the past again, I will make you regret knowing me."
…
Back at the hotel, Nan Chu came out wrapped in a towel after taking a shower, and the phone on the bed vibrated.
There was an unread WeChat message lying on the screen.
She glanced and tore off the bath towel, revealing the girl's white body completely, and the large floor-to-ceiling mirror reflected her beautiful figure.
Nan Chu was born white, with slender arms, well-proportioned and straight legs, jade bones and ice muscles, and a slender grip.
as described in the words—
In the mirror of the snow-breasted Luan, in front of the Qishu Fenglou.
Putting on a dark long dress, Nan Chu picked up his phone, slid open the screen, and WeChat popped up.
From a man named Lin Qi.
Lin Qi is a gifted violinist whom Nan Chu met when he was on the catwalk in Milan. He is nineteen years old.
"I have a violin recital on Saturday, you must come."
After a while there was another one, "You must come, I will have the ticket brought to you tomorrow!"
Nan Chuhui: "I'll be here later."
The next day, Nan Chu had just finished filming in the morning, and was sitting in the tent holding a small electric fan, with a Buddhist scripture spread out in his hand.
As soon as Shen Guangzong saw her like this, he got angry, walked over to Xingshi and asked her to blame: "Is Ran Dongyang's head your masterpiece?"
Nan Chu generously admitted: "Yeah."
Shen Guangzong knew it, his nostrils were turned up in anger, "If you really can't understand him, can you bear it?"
Nan Chu shook his head: "He can't bear to tease me."
"... Hey, you can bear other things quite well, why can't you bear this?" Shen Guangzong raised his arm, glared angrily, and pointed at her fiercely, "I'll hide this from you first. Come on, don't cause trouble for me anymore, don't cause trouble if you know that you are recruiting gangsters."
Indeed, Nanchu acted in a play at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and the stalk of acting skills alone has been hacked for several years. In addition, the previous management team had zero public relations ability and loved to stir up scandals. It is not easy for Nanchu to come all the way now. After posting on Weibo, but couldn't find a single comment to read, Shen Guangzong simply closed her Weibo comments.
The black fans turned to manager Shen Guangzong's Weibo to start scolding.
"Nan Chu get out of the entertainment industry."
"Nanchu, you stinky bitch, you've been fucked to pieces."
"Your whole family is dead."
…
Shen Guangzong sometimes looked at Nan Chu and felt sorry for her. She came out to work at such a young age and had to bear so much, but he rarely listened to her complaints. She would work hard to complete the work assigned to her, and did not ask for credit or reward.
But she is not humble.
With her own unique pride, she does not bow her head or bow to the world. The director said that she is like a black swan, noble and independent.
But Shen Guangzong missed the second half of the sentence.
The director added that it was still the black swan driving Thomas the train.
The sun enveloped her slender body.
Shen Guangzong sighed, sat down beside her, and looked down at the scriptures in her hand, "Hey, did the Buddha tell you when you will become famous?"
Nan Chu didn't raise his head, "All appearances are false."
"False fart." Shen Guangzong rolled his eyes: "The reputation is so bad, and you still have the mood to see this, you should just become a monk."
Nan Chu turned a page of the book, thought sideways for a while, and then said, "Good idea."
"It's hopeless." Shen Guangzong shook his head and left.
In the evening, Xi Gu walked in with an envelope, "Nan Chu, someone sent you this just now."
Nan Chu took a glance and nodded, "Well, thank you."
The sun was scorching, and the sun was shining on his head. Xigu took out a tissue, wiped his sweat, and said, "He's a handsome guy. He's wearing a military uniform. He looks super handsome, but he's too cold."
After speaking, he shook symbolically.
Nan Chu put down the book and looked up: "Military uniform?"
Xi Gu nodded, "Yeah, handsome, I asked him to wait, but he refused to wait, turned around and left."
"Is it still there?"
"I just saw him go to the commissary."
Sometimes, a certain face pops up in your mind, so you know it’s impossible, but you can’t help but want to verify it, but the facts prove that women’s sixth sense is often 99% correct.
Sure enough, when she chased outside the studio, she saw a familiar figure with a straight back. In her memory, that person had peach blossom eyes with upturned eye tails as if smiling, and a pair of deep eyebrows. When she was serious, she was intimidating. Uncommonly soft in the sun.
The lines on the body are smooth and neat, not too much, not too little.
With the water he just drank in his hand, he screwed on the cap, casually threw it in through the open window of the rear seat, and just opened the driver's door.
I don't know where the recoil came from, and I closed it with a "snap."
The man habitually frowned, his brows twisted into Sichuan characters, impatience and forbearance.
I only heard a voice from behind, "Lin Luxiao, why are you running?"