delicacies

The two people who left in a hurry came back one after the other and finished filming the rest of the scene.

Zhao Qingfa frowned critically and looked at the filmed footage several times. In the breath-holding silence of the whole crew, he said, "It's barely enough. Today's the end."

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

The screenwriter Sun Tian said with a smile in his words: "The weather is too cold, everyone go back and drink some ginger soup, keep warm and don't get sick. We still have a small half-time battle to fight."

The drama manager received the equipment, and the logistics staff did the logistics. Screenwriter Sun collected the notes he carried with him, rubbed his cold hands, and called the people around him twice, but there was no response. He turned around and saw Zhao Qingfa absent-mindedly. Staring at the two leading actors in the distance, he muttered: "These two young people, I don't know how long they will be struggling, I am really anxious for them..."

"What?" Screenwriter Sun actually heard it clearly and insisted on asking him.

"..." Zhao Qingfa said, "It's nothing, you always wanted to eat the Cordyceps and Turtle Soup in that restaurant, let's go."

Sun Tian glanced at his watch, feeling a little helpless: "Now? Are you sure you don't only have shabu-shabu water to drink when you go?"

"..." Zhao Qingfa, "Okay, big screenwriter, I can't tell you, do you want to eat? If you cry hungry at night, I have no place to give you scrambled eggs and fried rice."

"Haha, eat!"

Li Chenghui followed closely the man in front, picking on his footsteps.

crunch.

It's like the perverted tailgating killer in their movie.

Bian Wennan didn't feel anything at first, and his scalp was numb. When he left the set, a small scene came and told them that the car broke down and the director left. The two leading actors had to take a taxi back by themselves... Bian Wennan has since When I joined this crew, I really felt that everything was wrong.

The creaking sound at the back stopped for a while, and suddenly the frequency increased, Bian Wennan felt a gust of cold wind blowing over his cheeks, and the shadow behind him ran up beside him.

Bian Wennan took advantage of this gap to think about it. After the man kissed him forcefully without saying a word, when he breathed a sigh of relief, he stammered and repeated twice, I didn't mean it, and I won't lie to you three times. It's true, I love you four times...

When he said he wanted to think about it, he nodded in agreement.

Bian Wennan: So it was agreed to give him some time and space to be quiet?

The man confessed spontaneously: "It's too dangerous in the snow, you will slip and fall, and you will suffer from snow blindness... two people will be safer."

I don’t know how he knows so much about Xue... Bian Wennan tried to hail a taxi, but unfortunately there were always passengers. After a while, a car pulled over and stopped in front of them. The window was lowered, revealing the driver’s face : "Is your name Didi?"

"No."

"Yes."

Bian Wennan turned his head to look at him, and when someone was there, Actor Li returned to his cold initial face.

"You guys are big stars, right?" The talkative middle-aged driver couldn't help breaking the silence in the car. Most taxi drivers seemed to be very talkative. "I've seen you guys on TV, oh, you're so handsome..."

Bian Wennan was afraid of his embarrassment, so he responded from time to time at the beginning, but later found that this uncle could get down even if no one responded, as if he had accumulated endless words on the long road every day.

Bian Wennan thought that Li Chenghui was going to make some trouble, but luckily maybe it was too late and it didn't happen.

After finishing everything, he lay on the bed and closed his eyes. After a long time, he opened them again.

Bian Wennan would leave a lamp on when he fell asleep, and he looked at the two bottles of medicine on the bedside through the dim yellow light.

Slowly fell asleep again.

This time I had a few extremely chaotic dreams.

Director Zhao was not satisfied after shooting a long shot more than a dozen times. He always felt that something was missing. He directed the conversation one by one over there, even the background board of the extras. The actors were sweating nervously, and turned to call their old partner to pass them a thermos to drink some water, but they returned in such a hurry that they almost bumped into the camera that was following them.

Director Zhao was taken aback, saw who was carrying the camera, and twitched his brows, "Big screenwriter, what are you doing? Why do you want to pick up your old job that hasn't been done for decades? gone?"

It turned out that Sun Tian, ​​the screenwriter, was from the Department of Photography in the early days. Later, he devoted himself to making a pen. Director Zhao looked at the flickering lights on the machine and knew that this was a real recording. Scholar, can you still carry the motor? Is it heavy?"

Director Zhao saw a young man standing next to the scriptwriter Sun, who looked like he wanted to go forward but didn't dare. It was obvious that Sun Tian had robbed this guy's phone. Wife see, this great screenwriter, stealing a child's wife is nothing, but he didn't say anything, instead, "Who is under you?" "I'll ask him to return the phone to you later." Three sentences Two sentences sent the guy away, so that the big screenwriter could have more fun.

It's rare to see him so interested, isn't it? ... Director Zhao's heart can be said to have gone to Java.

"Take a sideshow as an easter egg." Screenwriter Sun said, "Go ahead. Just pretend I'm not here."

He is such a big man, how can Director Zhao keep talking, he dispersed everyone, went back and took his own thermos cup, drank some hot water to moisten his throat, looked inside, there were some goji berries floating on the hot water, some The ones played by the big screenwriter had already boiled, and they were all plump and tender.

Thermos cup, wolfberry, standard for middle-aged and elderly people.

The middle-aged and elderly director Zhao straightened his back, pretending to be drinking hot water, and glanced at him. Screenwriter Sun, who was carrying the machine, ran all over the set, not convinced at all.

Director Zhao thought for a while, fiddled with his phone, opened that Taobao, and planned to buy him some Yunnan Baiyao and tendon injury ointment.

Screenwriter Sun carried the machine around vigorously, and walked into the lounge. The heater was turned on inside, and it was much warmer than outside. His glasses were foggy, probably because it was too warm, and the fog would not disappear for a while. He saw Actor Li standing on the side, and asked him to help hold the camera, and he took two napkins on the table to wipe the glasses.

After wiping, he put on his glasses and took a look. The camera didn't move, and neither did Actor Li. Looking in the direction that the camera was facing, he saw the other of the two big Buddhas in the crew.

Bian Wennan was also uncomfortable, put the script on the table, and glanced at Li Chenghui.

Screenwriter Sun obviously had a bad taste with Director Zhao. He rubbed his shoulders and said to Actor Li, "Cheng Hui, help me film for a while. I can't lift it anymore. I'll go and call the person who carries the machine." Pat Li Chenghui raised his arm, "Shoot more material, and when the time comes, I will cut it out and make a copy for you."

Bian Wennan: "Teacher Sun, wait..." He stared at the camera, thought for a while, changed his strategy, and said to the person holding the machine, "Didn't you just say that you want to match the next scene? "

The cold-faced man's eyes lit up.

At this moment, the door of the lounge opened suddenly.

"Brother Bian, your lunch..." Xiao Wu pushed open the door and put away the things in front of Bian Wennan.

It snows almost every day in this filming location, and there are very few takeaway guys, so you have to go out to buy what you want to eat. Although there are not many restaurants, at least it is a little better than boxed lunches.

Xiao Wu later realized that the atmosphere in the lounge was not right, but he couldn't figure it out with a frown. The Li Tianwang on the opposite side still looked cold and ignored everyone, while Brother Bian held the script in his hand and saw him. Come, and smiled at him.It’s quite normal, there’s just an extra camera for some reason, Xiao Wu said: “Brother, you have to eat quickly, it’s getting cold very quickly.”

Xiao Wu looked at Li Tianwang who was standing on the side, although he was not familiar with him, but after all, his status in the circle was there, so he couldn't pretend to be invisible, lest people think that the brother Bian he followed was playing big cards, so he consulted Bian Wennan's opinion, "I bought a lot, Brother Li, has your assistant brought you food, why don't you sit down and eat?"

Bian Wennan: "It's okay, you can sit down and eat."

……

So it became like this.

What's the matter with the meal-cooking person frowning to pick up food for the host? When Li Chenghui picked up the first chopsticks, Xiao Wu was taken aback for a moment, rubbing his eyes and thinking that he had misread; when he picked up the second chopsticks, Xiao Wu's mouth became "" O" shape; N chopsticks, Xiao Wu is numb.

Xiao Wu stared blankly at the helpless Actor Li who lowered his head to pick up the rice. After he was in a daze, he greeted Bian Wennan and went out to enjoy the cold wind.

Bian Wennan couldn't stop it at all. He knew 800 years ago that this person was very stubborn, and he was struggling to find rice at the bottom of the vegetable mountain with chopsticks.

Their phones beeped one after another.

Bian Wennan was taken aback, he could hear the message from that person.It's a small part cut out of the climax of that harmonica song.

The ringtone for incoming calls is that song, and the notification tone for messages is also... Was it changed on purpose in front of him, or has it always been like this?Bian Wennan was lost in thought.

After Li Chenghui unlocked it, he glanced at his phone, probably because he had not received a response from himself on WeChat for a long time, so Li Chengtian sent him a text message directly.

【elder brother!Did you see what I told you on WeChat? 】

【remember!You have to let go of your face to get Brother Wennan back, you know! 】

……

Li Chenghui locked the phone.

Bian Wennan glanced at his message interface.

【When will I see you?I'll come to you. 】

He replied "OK" and turned off the phone.

Continuing to find food at the bottom of the mountain of vegetables, he glanced at the person next to him, who was doing rice cooking, pondered for a while, pulled his rice over with chopsticks, and poured out more than half of his vegetable mountain to him .

"Foolish Old Man" breathed a sigh of relief after moving the side of the vegetable mountain, and returned it to the original owner with his chopsticks without changing his face.

Then I can finally enjoy a balanced mix of rice and vegetables.

Li Chenghui, who was moved by a mountain to the chopsticks, continued to cook the rice in the same posture as before, except that there was something more in addition to the taste of white rice.

He glanced at the machine on the table, the lights on it were still flickering.

The author has something to say:

Li Gong: Copy fifty copies for me first...huh?What, can't you?

Late team: ... (trembling) (stressful)

Work harder, if you squeeze in some time, you should be able to write the first story first.