78th bowl of soup (9)

"It's true that money can make ghosts grind." Taking advantage of the director's ability to talk to others, Zhong Lang turned his head and said to Qing Huan.

"..." What else could she say.

At first she thought Zhong Lang would stay on the set and watch her, but Zhong Lang squeezed her face to let her work hard, and then left! Surprised Qinghuan couldn't help but speak: "You..."

"Huh?" He turned his head, his mouth raised, "Do you want me to stay?"

Just kidding, of course not. So Qinghuan shook his head with the rattle, and when he shook his head, he felt that he was dying like this. What if he changed his mind? Before she could think about how to remedy it, Zhong Lang walked back and touched her head: "I will pick you up tonight."

He can let her continue to work, and he can watch her from time to time, but he can't bear to have his arms empty when he sleeps at night. He slept with a white bone for decades, and now that this person is really alive, he can't lose it again.

"it is good."

Zhong Lang got her approval, turned and left, Qing Huan looked at his back, and stood there blankly. There was an idea in her heart, so clear, but she still didn't want to dig--maybe After digging, she was no longer the self she used to be.

Do you want to know Zhong Lang to accompany Zhong Lang, or do you want to resent Zhong Lang as always and fear Zhong Lang? Qing Huan didn't know, she couldn't tell which choice was more terrifying.

Of course she didn't love him, she didn't love him a long time ago.

But she never fell in love with other people.

If Zhong Lang has always been that gentle illusion, if she has not discovered the truth of the truth, then she will definitely love him very much and will never like others again. But in fact, Zhong Lang was not the gentle and elegant man she thought. He was a jackal and a poisonous snake in his bones, a desperate madness, which was completely different from her pursuit. but.

but.

But what?

Qing Huan didn't think about it anymore, because the director had already greeted her to start filming.

Although he has made a lot of money, the director still cherishes his feathers. He likes money, and he likes good actors and actors. So when he first received Zhong Lang’s invitation, he refused until Zhong Zhong Lang raised the price to an astronomical figure, and the director who didn't like fame and fortune... also fell. He is dying to make his request. If the heroine makes him unsatisfied, then he will not shoot, and the money will not be refunded.

After speaking, he waited for a long time, and almost thought that he was going to be blocked, only to hear a faint hum.

So confident?

He has been wondering who the heroine will be. He sees too much of this. Investors. What is stuffed in is either a vase without acting skills or an internet celebrity with a face-lifting face. In fact, he will regret it if he accepts the film director, just in case. What can I do if there is no guarantee for the evening festival?

But he never expected that Mr. Zhong was crazier than he thought. He didn't put in a vase or an internet celebrity, he was just playing! Send a girl, a girl who has never even taken an acting class? !

When I first saw Qing Huan, the director's thought was that this girl was beautiful, really good-looking, and her appearance and temperament were very good, but I asked, okay, she is not from a major and has no acting experience!

How can Qinghuan tell him that I have filmed a lot of scenes in my previous life, I have taken several actresses, and also acted as your heroine. At that time, you still praised me as an actress with strength and talent in front of the media... But rebirth About this, she said she was worried that she would be caught for anatomy. Until now, the only thing she can do is to let the facts speak. No matter how she says it, she doesn't work well, and the director will think she is talking about him.

Zhong Lang...

The director, who was in the mood to break the tank, suddenly his eyes brightened when he saw the first act! Facing the old drama, it is not inferior to the old drama, the angle of the lens is perfect, not to mention the appearance of the camera, mainly because the acting is really good!

Is this really an amateur who has never acted? How do you look at the old play bones than the old play bones? There is no stage fright at all, and the best he imagined is nothing more than that!

The director who was a little bit depressed was alive in an instant! He jumped up from the chair and threw himself into the filming like a dog's blood.

At noon, Qinghuan followed the crew to eat a box lunch. What surprised her was that Zhong Lang really didn't come, and he didn't send anyone to watch her... shouldn't he? In her previous life, she had escaped several times, and then she realized that someone had been following her, but in this life she was not the same as before.

It was not until the end of the day that the director said that everyone had worked hard, and she saw Zhong Lang standing not far away. He stood by the door, half bathed in light and half secluded in darkness. Such a person, but Qinghuan suddenly felt that the whole world had become extremely quiet. He beckoned to her, she walked over, and then was held by her hand. Director Yu Guang saw Zhong Lang and hurriedly happily When I ran over, I was exaggerated, and I was embarrassed to praise Qinghuan. It felt like the teacher in charge of the double hundred class in elementary school praised himself to his parents.

"...Shut up." Zhong Lang was annoyed. "It's up to you." Of course she is the best.

The director is not angry when he is stunned. He has a hunch that this movie will become one that surpasses all his previous works! Artists are not reconciled to staying in the past, and what they want to surpass is always themselves.

Zhong Lang put his arms around Qinghuan’s shoulders and saw that she didn’t wear much, so he put on her suit jacket. Qinghuan smelled a faint smell of smoke. He wanted to come and smoked again. In fact, the smell of smoke was very weak. Zhong Lang probably came here for a while, but she didn't notice it, so the smell of smoke had almost disappeared, but she suddenly coughed a few times, which was a bit real and a bit deliberate.

Zhong Lang frowned, let go a few steps away from her, Qing Huan looked at him, and he said, "I just smoked."

He is addicted to smoking, especially in his previous life without her. Only tobacco and alcohol can make his life a little bit easier. The habit of so many years can be easily cut off. It is Zhong Lang who can bear to live at home without smoking. The limit.

"Don't smoke, right?" Qing Huan said tentatively, "It's not good for your health, and it's not good for me."

After speaking, she added, "I don't like to smell cigarettes."

"I know." He walked forward side by side with her. The moonlight shone on the ground, shining the night like daylight, and a cool breeze was blowing. It seemed that something was quietly changing between them. Up."

"Really?" she asked again.

"Ok."

Qinghuan lowered her head and watched the shadows of the two people on the ground grow longer—shortened again, and then no longer seen. She felt the moonlight erodes her exposed skin. There was a hint of coolness and a hint of fascination. This kind of night It's too easy to make people weak. "I'm hungry."

She didn't eat much at night, mainly because the lunch was too greasy and her stomach couldn't stand it.

"I prepared a cake for you."

When he arrived in the car, Zhong Lang took out a beautifully packaged small box with a delicate and sweet strawberry cake, a small piece, just enough to cushion his stomach without eating anything else. Qing Huan took one bite at a time, and there was a feeling that the two of us could get along in such a peaceful way.

She sniffed and ate half of it. Zhong Lang swallowed all the rest before finishing eating. Then she was a bit far away from her. She didn't use her hands and feet today. Maybe she was scrupulous about smelling what she just said. If the smell of smoke is uncomfortable.

When he got home, he went to cook noodles. Qinghuan sat in a chair and rubbed his injured finger yesterday, vaguely aware that some things he couldn't control were flying in one direction and couldn't pull it back.

After eating the noodles, taking a bath and sleeping, she didn't want to say anything or do anything after a day of tiredness. Just when she was about to fall asleep and her mind was blurred, she heard Zhong Lang's low voice: "Tired?"

"tired……"

"Although I am tired, I like it very much, don't you?"

"Hmm..." I like it very much. I like it very much. She likes this job, loves this job, and is proud of it, as her glory and dream.

Zhong Lang smiled lightly and said something again, Qing Huan didn't hear it too clearly, after all, she was very sleepy, probably... it was something like "just like it".

probably.

The filming of the film is not easy. Although there are no action scenes and not too dangerous, the director's high standards and high requirements make everyone miserable except Qinghuan. From the very beginning that the airborne heroine would ruin the movie, to the time when everyone was ruined by the director, she was the only one who could perfectly fulfill the director's requirements. Qing Huan was no longer a vase in the eyes of everyone. Even at a different time, a different place, and a different person, her strength and hard work are obvious to all.

If such a person is unsuccessful, who else can succeed?

On the day the film was shot, Qing Huan felt the burden on her shoulders unloaded. Taking advantage of the banquet, she leaned in the director’s ear and asked. The hot-drinking director told her how much Zhong Lang had invested in this movie without much thought. , That number scared Qing Huan to the chopsticks in her hand. The corner of her eyes twitched, and for the first time in her life, she realized that Zhong Lang really didn't take money seriously.

Is it really that important? She in this life, her dream in this life?

When Zhong Lang picked her up on the way home, he found that something was wrong with her, his eyes were weird, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"how?"

Qing Huan listened to his question, turned to look at him, and asked a little entangledly: "Do you think this movie can sell well?"

Zhong Lang drove by herself today, and when she asked, she thought she was worried about the box office, "Of course." Even if it doesn't sell well, he can buy it.

Who told him he didn't have much, but he had a lot of money.

Qing Huan did not hear what he meant, and then asked: "Then... can you earn back the share you got?" Seeing that he didn't understand it, he added: "It's the price you paid the director. ."

Zhong Lang smiled: "Worry I have no money?"

"No." She denied it too quickly, but seemed guilty.