under the rose

Assistant Xiaojiang has been with Fu Xingyun for three years. He thinks he is not too smart, and he often doesn't understand what his boss is thinking. Others say that he is lucky to be able to follow Fu Xingyun.

When he first came, Fu Xingyun already had three assistants by his side, and he was barely an assistant's assistant.Once, he accidentally knocked over Fu Xingyun's coffee and spilled it on the white cushion of Fu Xingyun's sofa. He was scared out of his wits and stood by the sofa, waiting to be fired.

Who knew that Fu Xingyun didn't scold him, didn't fire him, and even kept him until everyone else was fired and he was the only one left.

The plot is a bit like a silly secretary falling down on the ground every day, splashing the boss's coffee, being stupid and attracting the attention of the domineering president to get in the position.

Xiao Jiang knew that Fu Xingyun just thought he was not smart.After all, people who are too smart think a lot, talk a lot, and do a lot.In this circle, sometimes these are not necessarily good things.

But this time, Xiao Jiang really didn't understand what Fu Xingyun wanted to do.

The night before, as soon as Fu Xingyun hung up the phone, Xiao Jiang asked someone to look for a handkerchief in the car overnight. At first, the person said he couldn't find it, but Xiao Jiang was so anxious that he asked the person to turn on the video. Glasses, look for them by yourself through the screen.In the end, it was found that the handkerchief had fallen between the seats, so Xiao Jiang asked for an expedited courier. He kept an eye on the logistics information, received the courier with his own hands, knocked on the door and delivered it to Fu Xingyun.

Xiaojiang is on the move, and the mission must be accomplished.

Fu Xingyun opened the box and picked up the handkerchief.He obviously didn't wake up, nodded a little confused, yawned, turned around and went back to sleep.Xiaojiang's curious sight was blocked by the door, so he could only pretend that nothing happened, scratching his head and going back to catch up on sleep.

Fu Xingyun called last night to look for a handkerchief. Fu Xingyun was just on a whim. Now that he really got the handkerchief, he felt boring.

After waking up, he couldn't fall asleep, so Fu Xingyun simply picked up the script and read it.The movie I'm filming is an ancient fairy tale drama, adapted from a popular novel.

But Fu Xingyun is not satisfied, what he needs now is a work that can really make a name for himself.

There were several new scripts on the table beside the bed, they were just delivered yesterday, Fu Xingyun looked through them yesterday and lost interest.They are all romance dramas, including cities, campuses, ancient costumes, and tricks, but the quality varies.Ever since Meng Qing completely let go of his work, the quality of scripts received by Fu Xingyun has been visibly declining.

He was irritable, threw the script away, didn't want to read it, and thought of Wen Shichuan instead.

Fu Xingyun made a few phone calls and easily asked what Wen Shichuan was filming here.The name of the film was called "Life in the Ocean". It seemed to be a movie. The person Fu Xingyun asked couldn't tell what it was about. As for where Wen Shichuan and his group lived, it was easy to tell.

The supporting hotels on the Film and Television City side are all under the unified management of the Film and Television City, because they all live in celebrities and their teams. Although the accommodation conditions are not high-quality, they have done a good job in keeping secrets.But Wen Shichuan is not a star, compared with Fu Xingyun, the gap in coffee status is too big, and there is no need to hide anything.

Wen Shichuan and his group moved in more than half a month ago. They are in the same hotel as Fu Xingyun, but not in the same building. Moreover, their crew plan is cheap, and they live in a basement room with only half of the windows on the ground. kind.

Fu Xingyun also lived in the basement before, and he still remembered all the inconveniences and inconveniences.

There is no sunlight, it is humid, and in the rainy season, the ash on the wall will bulge into a bag, and the ash will fall down when you poke the wall. There is no place to dry the clothes, and there is always a musty smell.There will also be many small insects, and mice.Fu Xingyun is not afraid of anything but pain, and Wen Shichuan is not afraid of anything but spiders.

In the past, the most common small animal in the house was the white-fronted tall spider that eats mosquitoes and cockroaches. It looks scary, but in fact it has a docile personality and is afraid of people.Wen Shichuan called him as soon as he saw the spider, but Fu Xingyun tricked him into closing his eyes and he would deal with it.When Wen Shichuan closed his eyes, Fu Xingyun touched Wen Shichuan's back like playing a piano with ten fingers, scaring him.

"The spider crawled on your back—"

Wen Shichuan trembled in fright, turned around and hugged Fu Xingyun, pressed him onto the bed, bit his shoulder and belly, the spider had slipped into a corner long ago.

The ocean of life, the ocean of life.

Fu Xingyun was lying on the sofa, talking about the movie Wen Shichuan made.

In the sea of ​​life, the two of them have long drifted to their respective ends of the earth in different directions.

Fu Xingyun is going to shoot the afternoon scene today, and the preparations are over. Xiao Jiang drove downstairs and waited to drive him to the set. The scene reporter called him and said that the shooting sequence should be adjusted. Fu Xingyun's scenes were adjusted to tomorrow morning.

Adjusting the shooting order is a very common thing. According to Xiao Jiang, the scene notes are also very polite, and I apologize repeatedly.

But Fu Xingyun felt that something was wrong, so he called back to ask in person, but he was not angry and kindly asked about the adjusted order.Chang Ji is a young girl, with guilt in her tone, hesitating.

Fu Xingyun could tell. Originally, he took the photo this afternoon, but it was replaced by Chen Xin.Chen Xin is the young actor who played his role as a teenager, the one who hugged the employer's thigh.But the problem is that Chen Xin has already wrapped up, there is no more drama for him.

"That Director Huang added two scenes for him," Sister Chang Ji said more and more quietly, for fear that Fu Xingyun would get angry.

Fu Xingyun took a deep breath, held back, and hung up the phone politely.

Xiao Jiang was also cautious when speaking on the phone.

"Brother, shall we still go to the set?"

Fu Xingyun said angrily: "Go fart, rest today."

He was about to hang up the phone, when Xiao Jiang on the other end suddenly let out an "ah" in surprise, and Fu Xingyun asked him, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Xiao Jiang held the phone between his arms and looked out the car window, "I saw someone, the one who handed you the handkerchief to Brother Yun that day, didn't we meet once on the mountain that day?"

Fu Xingyun's finger that hung up the phone stopped, and asked casually, "Is he alone?"

"A few people are together, I don't know what they are talking about."

"understood."

Fu Xingyun hung up the phone, stood up, and picked up the handkerchief that was left aside.The person who helped find the handkerchief that day guessed that Fu Xingyun was in a hurry to use it, so he washed it again, ironed it and folded it. It is smooth, soft and smells good. It can be seen that it has been treated with care.Fu Xingyun didn't like it, so he threw away the folded handkerchief, rubbed it in his hand, and folded it again.

Everything should be calm and calm, everything should be casual, indifferent, and light.Good-looking posture is the rule of Fu Xingyun in the past few years in the entertainment industry.

He took the handkerchief and looked in the mirror.In the mirror, he has a high nose bridge and peach blossom eyes. When he smiles, his eyes are curved. His upper lip is thin and his lower lip is thick.Satisfied, he put on his sunglasses and pressed the elevator to go downstairs.

He hadn't figured it out at that time, only those who are not calm enough care about whether their posture is good or not.

The author says:

Xiaojiang Xiaojiang, I never thought of Xiaojiang's name