Can't beat the list

There are a lot of scenes that need to be filmed in Yaodong Film and Television City, and most of them are long periods of disputes between the court and the court. The lines are long and the actors are gathered. If one person makes a mistake, the whole scene will have to be restarted from the beginning.What's more, the crew's time to use the scene has to be shared with other crews. Unlike when filming in southern Yunnan, a scene can be used for as long as it wants, and the progress of filming is directly slowed down. schedule.

More than two months have passed since the crew came to Yaodong Film and Television City to start filming, and the climate has changed from frosty at the beginning to a sunny spring. You can see that scene from the balcony of the hotel room. Small yellow-purple flowers bloomed on both sides of the snow-covered field almost in front of us.

Song Tingyi was holding an umbrella and standing outside the crew, more than ten meters away from the center of the shooting location where Luo Yao was.

If nothing else happened, today would be their last day in Yaodong Film and Television City.

This is a rain scene, and it seems to be the last shot of the whole play.Song Tingyi stood on the periphery, unable to see clearly Luo Yao and Zhou An who were surrounded by layers of cameras in front of the camera.

All he knew was that the play seemed to have an open ending.Because in the previous scenes, Chu Yinian played by Yang Ransheng blocked the Yubayashi guard alone to protect Shen Lingmu played by Luo Yao and Ning Wan played by Zhou An. The leader pierced his chest and abdomen with a knife, and with scars all over his body, he finished happily.

Song Tingyi didn't know what the role of the present scene was, and naturally he didn't know how much the readers cried when Chu Yinian died covered in scars in the original book.

I am ashamed to say it, although Song Tingyi followed the crew all the way and witnessed the shooting of almost all the scenes, but because the arrangement of the crew's scenes is not arranged according to the direction of the plot, but according to the scene and the different scenes of each person. Come on, so Song Tingyi can be said to have read the plot over and over again but failed to figure out the complete plot.He could only feel indescribably puzzled by the fact that the actor who had used up several blood packs after filming a fight scene the day before was standing on the court in high spirits wearing an official uniform today.

Three or ten minutes later, Qin Fei's energetic "card" almost ran through the entire Yaodong film and television city.

The artificial rainfall machine finally stopped after working continuously for more than an hour.Song Tingyi put away his umbrella and just squeezed in from the crowd when he saw Luo Yao take the towel handed over by Lin Jianshen, wipe his wet face while raising his eyelids, glanced around the crowd and turned His eyes fixed on him, and he narrowed his eyes and smiled at him.

The scene of Yaodong is completed, and now there are still a few scenes that need to be filmed in southern Yunnan in spring.Song Tingyi looked at the schedule, and those were almost all memories of Yang Ransheng and Zhou An's scenes, and Luo Yao's scenes were so few that they could almost be ignored.

So before setting off for southern Yunnan, Luo Yao had to go back to the river to complete a series of magazine shoots.

The flight ticket is booked at 12:30 this afternoon.Song Tingyi raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. It was eleven o'clock, and Luo Yao had to take off his make-up and change his clothes. It would take at least 45 minutes for him to do his best. It seemed that they could only go straight to the airport with their suitcases today, and it was too late had lunch.

During this period of time, there are quite a few people in the high-speed railway station. After all, the time of the New Year has passed, and everyone will inevitably gather together whether they are working or traveling. Luo Yao's work is urgent, and various reasons are doomed to him You cannot choose the high-speed rail as a means of transportation.

Luo Yao asked the stewardess for a vegetable salad on the plane.

The poster he is going to shoot this afternoon needs to show his flesh, so he has paid great attention to the management of his body this week. No matter how late the filming is, he has to go to the gym for an hour before going back to the room to wash and sleep. Naturally, he has no energy. Come to toss Song Tingyi, and let Song Tingyi, who claims to be in his thirties, have a few days of leisure.

The stewardess quickly brought over the vegetable salad, Luo Yao pulled on his mask, removed the tableware, and faced the pot of grass in front of him, he had no appetite at all.

"Add some salad dressing?" Song Tingyi leaned on the back of the chair beside him and said quietly, wondering if Luo Yao was thinking too much, he always felt that there was some gloating in Song Tingyi's words.

Luo Yao mixed the bland vegetables with a fork, and squinted at Song Tingyi: "Would you add it for me?"

"Me?" Song Tingyi straightened up, leaned on the armrest of Luo Yao's chair, propped his chin, and licked his lips at Luo Yao, "I'll add it to you now, for the public, I'm sorry."

The fork that Luo Yao was holding almost fell into the pot of grass.He felt that he really misunderstood Song Tingyi before, thinking that he was a serious and selfless ascetic who took his work seriously. Now it seems that Song Tingyi's one set of dirty words really needs to be developed.

He froze for a moment, picked up a lettuce leaf and stuffed it into his mouth expressionlessly, wondering if it was because he stayed with Song Tingyi for a long time, Luo Yao's skin thickness also doubled along with it.He chewed the vegetable leaves in his mouth, swallowed them effortlessly, turned his head to Song Tingyi's ear, brushed his lips lightly against his earlobe, and lowered his voice: "Then I will wait for my brother to give me some advice in private." Extra meal."

Song Tingyi leaned back, too serious to be serious: "Okay, what flavor and brand of salad dressing does the boss like, I will definitely buy it after get off work."

Three hours later, the three of them walked out of the airport one after the other, and two cars drove into the parking lot. Song Tingyi carried the suitcase wisely and was about to follow Lin Jianshen to open the door of the business car He sat on it, but was stopped by Luo Yao: "Song Tingyi, take this car."

He turned his head, Luo Yao had just put the suitcase into the trunk of the SUV, the driver's door was opened, and he was standing by the side of the car looking at him.

Song Tingyi didn't say much, just hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sat in the passenger seat unceremoniously.

He pulled the seat belt buckle and watched the commercial vehicle drive away from the parking lot: "Ask me to come with you, so you won't be afraid of being photographed by paparazzi, and I will send you another hot search?"

"No." Luo Yao took off his sunglasses and put them in a box on the side, "I've never driven this car before, the paparazzi probably won't notice."

Song Tingyi watched Luo Yao put into forward gear, turned the steering wheel a quarter of a turn, and soon drove onto the expressway outside the airport.

"Do you want to take me to shoot magazines?" Song Tingyi frowned as Luo Yao merged into the traffic and drove towards the city center. Suddenly, he couldn't figure out what Luo Yao wanted to do.

The person in the driver's seat turned on the turn signal, drove to the right toward the highway exit, slowed down and turned to him with a quick smile: "I won't tell you."

Song Tingyi looked at the gradually familiar buildings on the side of the road, and his heart couldn't help beating violently: "You want to take me to pick up Song Xincheng from school?"

"Half right." Luo Yao turned on the light and turned left, "I'll drop you off to pick up Song Xincheng after school, just to give him a surprise."

Before Song Tingyi could continue to say anything, Luo Yao slowed down and drove into the school area: "Don't worry, I'll pull over and put you down in a while, so no one will notice you."

Song Tingyi pursed his lips, didn't say anything more, just rubbed his fingers secretly.

To be honest, he really can't guarantee whether they will be photographed or not.It's not that he doesn't believe in Luo Yao, but after experiencing the human flesh a few times before, he really realized that the abilities of paparazzi and netizens should not be underestimated.

Luo Yao turned on the double jump lights and pulled over at the side of the road. He sighed and said goodbye to Luo Yao, then unfastened his seat belt and quickly got out of the car.

This is an international kindergarten with a huge area. The children who can go to school here are from rich families. It is the time after school, and the cars parked on the side of the road are luxury cars with a minimum of six figures. In addition to what Luo Yao just said, the two of them are really inconspicuous mixed in this pile of luxury cars.

Under the leadership of the teacher, the children bounced out of the kindergarten gate in units of classes.

He saw Song Xincheng waved to the place where the aunt on the left used to stand, stretched out his hand to pull the strap of the schoolbag on his shoulder, and ran towards her.

Song Tingyi mingled among the group of parent assistants, and called Song Xincheng his Italian name. The little doll quickly turned its head, looked in his direction with eyes full of surprise, and locked its eyes on him Afterwards, Song Xincheng laughed and called his uncle while rushing towards him.

When squeezed out of the crowd with Song Xincheng in his arms, Song Tingyi's heart felt full. It was a feeling filled with warmth, so that he was so happy that he ignored the small camera facing them not far away. .

The crisp sound of the shutter came from behind Song Tingyi.

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It's almost the end!

Doctor Song and his cute little nephew were indeed photographed, and they will quarrel in the next chapter.

Then, the final week is approaching, and the history students start to endorse with bald heads. They may be absent from the next week's update. Please bear with me.