Seventy two hundred

"Director! Director!"

There was a knock on the door outside, Xu Tang rolled his eyelids, his throat was so dry that he couldn't answer at all, he moved his body, and his head hurt.

Xu Tang tried his best to get up from the bed, shook his head, and his memory returned to the late night when he returned to the private room after making a phone call outside last night.

Afterwards, he let go completely, drank one cup after another with everyone, and completely forgot about the rest of the matter.

Xu Tang's eyes were fully opened, and he got off the bed with his hands on his forehead, only to realize that he was not wearing pants, except for a pair of panties underneath, which was unbelievably naked.

Xu Tang, who had lost his memory, frowned and searched for clues in his mind, but he couldn't remember the details of last night after he was drunk and passed out.

Certainly not some snail girl.

That is the snail boy, of course, it may be the snail uncle of Mr. Han.

Xu Tang put on his trousers, and while walking towards the door, he reached into his trouser pocket and fumbled for a while, wondering where the phone had gone.

"Okay, okay, don't knock." Xu Tang opened the door, and said hoarsely to Fang Fei and Xiaohe outside the door: "Which of you saw my phone?"

Fang Fei and Xiao He said in unison: "I didn't see it."

Xiaohe said: "No wonder I sent you a message and called you but didn't reply. I can't find your phone?"

"Tsk, I turned off the mute", Xu Tang turned his head, his eyes scanned the room, the table, and the bed, but he didn't find a dime on the mobile phone, and he muttered: "Don't you just go to the place where you drank yesterday? I drank my phone all night and lost it."

A scene flashed in Fang Fei's mind, and she hurriedly said, "Don't be so anxious, your phone may be with Mr. Guan!"

"Where is Xiaoguan?" Xu Tang turned his head and looked at Fang Fei again, and asked, "Why did my phone go to his place?"

Xiaohe covered her mouth and smiled, her words became eccentric for some reason: "Brother Ming sent you all the way from the private room to your room last night. When you see me later, ask someone!"

Xu Tang couldn't hear other people's ambiguity, and was puzzled for a while: "No, since when did you start calling Ren Ming, huh? You two can't walk when you see a handsome guy?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--"

Fang Fei and Xiao He looked at each other for a second, and then both laughed.

Fang Fei gave Xiaohe a wink, and smiled from ear to ear: "Oh, my guide, I don't know who was clinging to Mr. Guan last night?"

"That's right," Xiaohe hurriedly picked up the quarrel, and added, "Still sticking to someone's body, one bite at a time, brother Ming, it's called affectionate!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--"

"Damn it..." Xu Tang was stunned, he stood there in a daze, his face turned red and pale.

It turned out that Guan Ming was the snail boy.

Xu Tang remembered that yesterday he was intentionally or unintentionally making people look bad because of the filming, but he didn't expect to torture him by drinking too much at night.

It's not that he doesn't know what it's like to drink too much. If it's mild, it's smiling, if it's moderate, it's having fun, and if it's severe, it tortures the people around it all night.

In the early morning, there wasn't much time for gossip. Fang Fei and Xiaohe went back to the room after waking Xu Tang up. Everyone tidied up and quickly gathered downstairs in the hotel.

Thinking that Xu Tang didn't eat breakfast, fearing that he might suffer from hypoglycemia again, Fang Fei brought him a brown sugar steamed bun, and borrowed Master Han's thermos to fill him with a cup of hot milk tea.

Xu Tang took the breakfast, walked towards the car door with his head down, and just took two steps when he bumped into a hard wall made of human flesh.

His face hurt from the bump, Xu Tang raised his head and saw Guan Ming's cold but sharp eyes, and the slightly dark circles under his eyes.

"Morning director," Guan Ming said first, his tone was still as cold as yesterday, even more dull, Xu Tang paused slightly.

"Uh... oh, good morning", Xu Tang came to his senses, always feeling that there was something wrong in Guan Ming's eyes, but he couldn't figure out what it meant.

He stared at Guan Ming's cold face and wondered if he was too annoying yesterday. He had to be helped into the room and then put on the bed, and he took off his shoes and trousers. Immediately felt guilty: "I'm really sorry Xiaoguan, I drank too much yesterday and caused you a lot of trouble, didn't I?"

Guan Ming also stared at Xu Tang, he couldn't find any trace or evidence in his eyes that he made things difficult for him, made fun of him, troubled himself, tortured himself after he was drunk last night, so he said, "It's nothing. "

Guan Ming took out his mobile phone and handed it back to Xu Tang coldly: "Return the mobile phone to you."

Xu Tang's thanks were drowned out by Da Fei and Leizi's shouts to Guan Ming. Guan Ming nodded to Xu Tang, then strode over to fiddle with the two assistants.

Xu Tang felt a little uncomfortable. He had just worked with the new photography team for a day, and at night he drank too much in front of everyone and showed his original shape.

Judging by Guan Ming's expression, he must have made Guan Ming unhappy last night.

Xu Tang was most afraid of causing trouble to others, and now he was thinking about it, and he must find an opportunity to repay Guan Ming in return.

In the morning, Kanchuan Town was fresh and natural. Xu Tang and his party arrived at the last sandy land [-] kilometers to the west according to the agreement with Pori Te.

Porit has already brought all kinds of tree-planting tools. Even with the intervention of the government, Porit still insists on his own rhythm day after day, continuously contributing his own strength to this land.

Dafei and Leizi helped put on the camera, Guan Ming took RED and came to Xu Tang's side.

The gray-yellow sand spread under their feet. At the end of the sand, where it meets the blue sky, there are rows of dark green shelterbelts, faintly and neatly standing upright, beckoning to everyone.

Xu Tang stood watching the scene, and explained to Guan Ming: "First take pictures of his tree-planting movements and details of his expression, and make a group of various close-ups, and then zoom out a bit, and take pictures of him walking around with the relationship and the environment, and then you Get on the track, pull past him, take pictures of the protective forest in the distance, and finally fly another group."

Guan Ming didn't say a word of nonsense, and replied, "OK."

I was busy until eleven o'clock, the track was used up, and the drone was finished flying. The most important part of the Bori special tree picture in Kanchuan Township was finally completed.

During the filming, Xu Tang watched Guan Ming intentionally or unintentionally, and felt that this young man did a good job, probably because he was used to filming commercials, the lens design was exquisite, and the light was used skillfully. There was a slight disagreement, but after the night passed, Guan Ming quickly adapted to the rhythm of filming a documentary, speaking in Shanghai dialect very well.

After finishing shooting in the morning, the group went back to the town for lunch.

Everyone got into the car one after another. Xu Tang came up from behind. He didn't return to his original seat and walked all the way to the depths, and finally sat next to Guan Ming.

Taking the opportunity of discussing the lens and the latest machine model, Xu Tang wanted to express his apology and gratitude to Guan Ming in private.

But Guan Ming didn't expect Xu Tang to sit over.

He is used to sitting in the back. His legs are too long, and the back is spacious, so he can sleep and think without being disturbed.

But when Xu Tang came, he disturbed the tranquility of this square inch, and disturbed Guan Ming's indifference and tranquility.

Guan Ming thought of himself who fled from Xu Tang's room last night.

I thought of myself when I first met Xu Tang in the Beijing Film Standard Screening Hall five years ago.

Xu Tang's eyes didn't seem to have changed much, they used to be clear and bright, but now they are more calm, those eyes are still full of water waves when looking at people, like a clear spring, people can't look away.

Therefore, the time and space before Guan Ming's eyes are intertwined in disorder, and the present and the past are chaotically converging.

Xu Tang blinked, smiled brightly, and praised Guan Ming: "It was a good shot just now, and some of the shots were cleverly designed—"

Guan Ming looked at Xu Tang calmly, looked at Xu Tang's eyes, nose, and mouth, listened to Xu Tang's words, and praised himself with a smile.

He thought of standing outside the hotel last night and smoking half a box of cigarettes, the scent of 1916 tobacco wrapped him up, the cool night wind of Inner Mongolia blew him, and Xu Tang's face, body, and breath seemed to surround him.

Thinking of seeing Xu Tang backstage in the screening hall five years ago, and hearing him talking coldly to others, rejecting another boy with a straight-forward rejection: "Sorry, I don't like boys."

Guan Ming's thoughts were pulled back and forth, his head ached even though he was clearly not hungover.

But Xu Tang in front of him was still talking nonchalantly, after praising others, he called Guan Ming blatantly, so close to Dafei and Leizi, softly, "Brother Ming."

Xu Tang was very sober now, and Guan Ming knew he hadn't been drinking, so he was even more astonished.

And Xu Tang said generously: "Well, I heard that I called you that way last night. You carried me out of the private room of the hotel, got off the car and carried me all the way to the hotel room. Look at me as a brother! I'm really sorry, I'm so ashamed, otherwise, how about I call Da Feileizi and them together in the future?"

Xu Tang's peach blossom eyes were curved, with water lines rippling, tenderness and shyness flowing in his eyes, staring at Guan Ming, half joking and half serious, and said, "Call you Brother Ming, okay?"