rose with lily

Today's sunrise seems to be brighter than that day. The golden sun covered the entire mountain, as if even the sky was rendered golden, which is beyond words.

It took the staff a lot of time to find a place far away from the group of people and with a good location to shoot.When Yan Hong had changed into her clothes and finished dressing up and was waiting for the shooting, Mu Yuyao slowly walked over from the tent, her face was pale and tired.

When passing Mr. Wen and Mr. Yang, who were the most leisurely of all, standing on the grass and enjoying the sunshine, Mr. Wen greeted Mu Yuyao with a smile: "Mr. Mu, good morning." Mr. Yang next to him looked at Mrs. Mu Yuyao didn't speak.

"Morning." Mu Yuyao twitched the corners of her mouth, she didn't seem to look at the two people, and after replying a word perfunctorily, she walked towards Yan Hong's position.

Mu Yuyao's long black hair was tied loosely around her shoulders, she frowned slightly, pursed her lips, and looked in Yan Hong's direction with half-closed big eyes. She still had a serious expression as always, looking very unapproachable.

After what happened last night, Yan Hong suddenly became a little nervous, wondering if Mu Yuyao was still angry with her, but if she was angry, she wouldn't come to talk to her.

As Mu Yuyao got closer, Yan Hong became more and more nervous.

Could it be that Mu Yuyao wanted to tell her what happened last night?But this is a public event, and it is easy to cause gossip, and Mu Yuyao is not such a careless person.

That is, work matters?But after thinking about it, Yan Hong didn't think they had a common language at work.

Or just simply come to say good morning to her?

In just half a minute, Yan Hong thought about countless possibilities. From the corner of his eye, Mu Yuyao walked towards her expressionlessly. The warm sunlight stained her side face, giving her a hazy feeling.

Finally, when Mu Yuyao walked in front of her, Yan Hong finally mustered up all his courage, looked at her with ease and said, "Good morning, what can I do for you?"

Mu Yuyao glanced at her lightly, then stretched out his hand around Yan Hong's body, took a bottle of mineral water from the simple table behind her, and said lightly, "I'm just here to get this."

Ga-ga-ga-ga-

Immediately, Yan Hong felt as if countless crows were flying overhead.

That's probably what it's like to be self-indulgent, right?Yan Hong's face suddenly turned red, and she was so embarrassed that she wished she could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

Mu Yuyao glanced at Yan Hong who was blushing expressionlessly, and said, "I'll leave first if there's nothing to do." She turned around and left without giving Yan Hong time to answer.

"Mu Yuyao." Yan Hong suddenly stopped her.

Mu Yuyao turned around: "What?"

"I...I..." Yan Hong paused for a long time before gritting his teeth and said, "I'm really sorry, I promise that such a thing will never happen again!"

Mu Yuyao blinked suspiciously, wondering if she was pretending to be stupid on purpose: "What's the matter?"

Yan Hong's voice was low: "What happened last night..."

"That..." Wen Yan Mu Yuyao's expression didn't fluctuate too much, she waved her hand and said lightly, "It's just a misunderstanding, don't worry too much about it."

After finishing speaking, Mu Yuyao turned around and left lightly.

Hong stood there in a daze, staring blankly at Mu Yuyao's back.

Misunderstand? !

She said it was a misunderstanding? !

She actually said it was a misunderstanding? !

Yan Hong suddenly felt like crying, but she struggled with this "misunderstanding" all night, and finally convinced herself, but in the end she had to misunderstand two words.

"Xiaoyan." When Yan Hong was immersed in his thoughts, Director Zeng walked over and shouted.

Yan Hong was pulled back to his thoughts in an instant: "Well, yes."

"Come here." Zeng Dao waved to her, "The filming has started."

"Okay." Yan Hong hurried over.

Director Zeng handed Yan Hong a bottle of drink, and said to her solemnly: "Xiaoyan, this is our last filming. If you really can't overcome your illness, then no matter how many times we re-shoot, it will be futile."

"I see." Yan Hong took the drink, his hands trembling due to nervousness, "Director Zeng, I'm very sorry about this, I really forgot..."

"Stop talking." Director Zeng patted Yan Hong's shoulder, "It's up to you to decide what the outcome will be."

After finishing speaking, a staff member over there shouted, "Director Zeng, everything is ready."

This time it was still exactly the same situation and actions as that time, these were easy for Yan Hong, but the most difficult thing was the last hurdle.

When picking up the drink that was placed on the grass, Yan Hong's hands trembled really badly.

She gently unscrewed the bottle cap, aligning her lips with the mouth of the bottle.

She raised her head slightly, closed her eyes, and maintained this posture stiffly.After a long time, Yan Hong finally put down his hand silently.

She still had shadows, and the uncomfortable feeling after drinking the drink was so impressive to her that she still didn't have the courage to try again.

Seeing this, Director Zeng, who originally had great hopes for Yan Hong, couldn't help being a little angry, and said in a deep voice, "Yan Hong! What happened to you again?"

Yan Hong clasped the bottle tightly between his fingers, lowered his head: "I'm sorry, give me a little more time to slow down..."

"Give you time?" Director Zeng took a deep breath, suppressed the rising emotions, and asked, "Then who will give me time? I said this is the last time, Yan Hong, since you still can't restrain yourself Your allergies, why do you want to waste everyone's time?"

Yan Hong lowered his head and did not speak.

The surrounding staff were also very impatient, whispering to each other.

"Director Zeng." Mu Yuyao, who had been standing silently at the back, paced towards Director Zeng, "After only taking one shot, it was judged that Yan Hong missed the last chance you gave, what's the difference between that and not giving the chance? "

When Mu Yuyao directly cut into the topic, Director Zeng felt a little embarrassed, and said with a dark face, "If you can't shoot, you can't shoot. No matter how many opportunities I give, this will be the result. If you continue to shoot, it will be a waste of everyone's time."

"That's not certain." Mu Yuyao turned her eyes to Yan Hong, "I believe she must be too nervous to be like this, and maybe it will be successful after a few more shots."

"How many more shots? Maybe?" Director Zeng stared straight at Mu Yuyao and said two interrogative words in succession, then he took off the peaked cap on his head and threw it on the table, looking very irritated, "How many more shots will matter?" It’s a result! Could it be that her allergies will suddenly get better after taking a few more shots? But I remember that Mr. Mu is a very busy person, when did he become so concerned about the shooting of an advertisement, and even took part in it himself.”

Mu Yuyao said lightly, "This can also be called a field trip."

"On-site inspection?" Director Zeng repeated Mu Yuyao's words, as if he had heard a very funny joke, "Mr. Mu has time to investigate these things, it is better to care about other artists' things, it seems that another artist in your company these days There was a lot of scandal."

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Director Zeng is referring to Zhou Yixuan.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and everyone shut their mouths tightly and kept silent.

Yan Hong bit her lip and stayed where she was, motionless. Although Mu Yuyao had a bad temper and was very proud, after so many years in the big dyeing vat, she also knew the ways of the world very well. Even though she was tall and important, she never She will easily offend anyone, and she is very tactful in dealing with people. This is the first time she has had a direct conflict with someone, and it is for her.

Yan Hong was conflicted, she really wanted to help Mu Yuyao, but the atmosphere was already tense, and she was afraid that what she said would make Mu Yuyao's situation worse.

During the stalemate, Mu Yuyao looked back at Director Zeng lightly, then suddenly smiled and said, "As long as it is every artist in my company, I will care about it, but now, I just want to ask Director Zeng to give Yan Hong another chance. Chance."

Neither humble nor overbearing tone, but a submissive attitude.

Director Zeng was stunned. He heard that Mu Yuyao was an extremely stubborn person. He never expected to let him down the steps so easily, so Director Zeng followed Mu Yuyao's words and said, "Mr. Mu has already said that. , wouldn’t it be too shameless for me not to do so?”

The staff on the side carefully observed Director Zeng's expression: "Director Zeng, are you ready to start filming again?"

Director Zeng picked up the peaked cap that was thrown on the table and put it back on his head, saying, "Of course, everyone, rest for 10 minutes and start filming again!"

Yan Hong, who had been stiff on the grass, breathed a sigh of relief in an instant, she walked slowly to a chair and sat down, her face covered in cold sweat, and the makeup artist hurried over to touch up her makeup actively.

Suddenly, the light in front of her eyes dimmed, and a person walked up to her side.

"Yanhong." It was Mu Yuyao's voice.

"Yes." Yan Hong replied nervously, feeling a little guilty in his heart.

Mu Yuyao stared intently at Yan Hong, who was motionless and let the makeup artist smear on her face. After a while, she put her hand on her shoulder lightly: "Come on."

Those two simple words instantly gave Yan Hong great confidence and courage.

She thought that she would never forget that when everyone criticized her from the opposite angle, there was still one person who supported her behind her, and that was Mu Yuyao.

10 minute passed quickly.

Yan Hong stood under the camera again, and the action in front of him passed away almost in a blink of an eye. Yan Hong picked up the drink bottle again, holding the bottle with increasing strength, Yan Hong was so nervous that he broke out in sweat again.

The beauty of the sunrise on Phoenix Mountain lies in its unreality, the hazy sunlight wraps Yan Hong's whole body, under the warm golden sun, Yan Hong is as beautiful as an immortal.

No one could understand what kind of struggle Yan Hong had gone through.

Anyway, no matter how the process is, the ending is happy after all.

Yan Hong closed his eyes tightly, and his heart sank. He suppressed the unceasing discomfort and pretended to be tasting the delicacy in the world.

The lens is like this, even if you hate it, you have to pretend to like it.

But this time, Yan Hong succeeded.

When those people's excited applause sounded, Yan Hong felt unreal.

"Xiaoyan, you did a great job!" Director Zeng walked over with a smile on his face, giving a thumbs up, with a bright expression on his face, "It's really thanks to you that we were able to shoot this commercial so perfectly."

After hearing this, three black lines were drawn on Yan Hong's forehead.

Hey, it seems that you were the one who made the most trouble just now, right?

Who said that a woman can turn her face faster than a book?The fastest flipper should be none other than Zeng Dao.