The actor gnawed the grass beside the nest

The night in the water town is quiet, and the hustle and bustle of the city and nightlife do not exist here. When it gets dark, people go home and close their doors. Ling, made this summer night much cooler.

After Song Shengze drank, his pace was a bit slow, Luo Miao walked half a step ahead of him, holding up his mobile phone to illuminate the bluestone road on the ground for him.

Suddenly her arm was pulled, Luo Miao turned around and took another step back.

Brother Ze is so close to him...

"Hey, I just wanted to say, why do you seem to be avoiding me?" Song Shengze complained dissatisfiedly, "Did I provoke you?"

"No, no, I didn't hide from you..." It's just that if you get too close, your heart will beat fast...

Song Shengze grabbed the little assistant and dragged him forward with the strength of alcohol: "Then why are you always half a step away from me along the way like a little eunuch lighting the emperor's lamp? Just leave the back of your head for me to see? Huh?"

Being dragged by him, Luo Miao bumped into Song Shengze's arms again under the influence of inertia, and suddenly remembered the scene of being protected in the arms of her own actor during the dinner just now, and panicked with embarrassment.

"Brother Ze, thank you, you know I'm afraid of the camera, so you just protected me." Thank you, thank you, Luo Miao is not a person who doesn't know good and bad.

Song Shengze was a little drunk, his mind was dazed, but his sense of smell became more sensitive. He didn't answer this question, but instead grabbed Luo Miao who was trying to get away from him: "Little brat, don't move."

Luo Miao was startled, and obediently maintained a motionless posture and curled up against Song Shengze's chest, not knowing what her actor was going to do.

And... what's a brat? !

Luo Miao heard her new title from Song Shengze, and she was a little skeptical about life.

Song Shengze's height of 187 centimeters is almost a head taller than Luo Miao's little rookie chicken. When they are next to each other like this, he lowers his head slightly, and the tip of his nose can touch the top of Luo Miao's head.

Luo Miao felt a tickle on the top of her head, and she heard Song Shengze mutter: "Sure enough, this smell is from you. I said why I always smell a sweet smell recently. Did you eat too many sweets?"

As he said that, he lowered his head and sniffed again: "It smells good..."

Just as Luo Miao was about to speak, her face was pinched. After Song Yingdi pinched her face, he looked thoughtfully at his two fingers that caused the trouble, and commented on Luo Miao: "The face is also soft... like a piece of cotton. sugar……"

Well, don't bother with drunks...

Luo Miao could see that, although her actor wasn't crazy about drinking, he was definitely a little drunk just because of this confusion.

—— Song Yingdi doesn't drink well.

Luo Miao silently marked the key points in her heart, and helped Song Shengze walk to the small courtyard.

The moonlight was in front of them, and a long shadow was cast behind the two of them, cuddling together on the bluestone road in the water town...

Song Shengze was drunk, so he didn't make a fuss when he came back. He sat quietly on the edge of the bed in a daze. Luo Miao scrubbed him clean and coaxed him to change into his pajamas. Song Dayingdi turned over and rolled into the bed, and after a while, he heard even breathing. Fell asleep.

Luo Miao let out a breath, thankfully Luckily Brother Ze was drunk, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to lie next to him, sharing the same bed with a male god or something... I dare not even think about it!

Before going to bed, he sent a message to Kunpeng to report the situation here. Kunpeng returned quickly, and asked him to take good care of Song Shengze and said that he would come to visit the class when he was free in a few days.

Luo Miao neatly rolled up the quilt and lay next to Song Shengze. Unexpectedly, maybe it was because he was too tired after running around for a day, or maybe it was because Song Shengze's breathing sound was too regular. He thought he would definitely suffer from insomnia. For too long, I fell asleep.

Luo Miao had a dream.

He dreamed that he was running in the school wearing a high school uniform, and something was chasing him behind.

He felt so tired, but he didn't dare to look back at what was chasing him, so he could only keep running forward.

The things behind were getting closer and closer, and he couldn't help turning his head back in horror, and what he saw were cell phone cameras.

"don't want……"

"Don't shoot..."

He felt that his limbs were being fixed by someone, and he couldn't break free no matter what, and his clothes were ripped off by those people.

Those who took pictures of him blocked their faces behind their mobile phones, and he couldn't see any of them, but those people could see him clearly through the lens.

When a hand that does not belong to her touches her skin, the predictable pain is coming, Luo Miao is shaking, and her body is also chilling...

Suddenly, the ground against which his back was resting seemed to split open, and he fell into it.

Then... fell into an incomparably warm embrace...

The owner in his arms had a magnetic voice that he was familiar with, and the man whispered in his ear: "Miaomiao, you are so sweet..."

Woke up suddenly, it was dawn.

Luo Miao was stunned for a while before realizing where she was, and then she felt her body was heavy.

Song Shengze didn't know when he turned over, and hugged him tightly like an octopus, breathing heavily on the base of his neck.

No wonder you have that kind of dream...

Luo Miao finally crawled out of the arms of her film king, and sat on the edge of the bed panting heavily. Song Shengze hadn't woken up yet, so he turned over again.

Luo Miao glanced at him, raised her palm and pressed it on her forehead.

How long has it been since I dreamed about that time...

If that hadn't happened, what would I be like now?

I will take the college entrance examination, I will like to shoot, maybe I will be a flat model first, and then I will take on some extra roles, and slowly mix into this circle.

If that's the case, will you be able to stand in front of Brother Ze with a better image?

Luo Miao is not stupid. Song Shengze has asked him about the fear of the camera several times, and suggested to him more than once to try acting. Luo Miao can vaguely feel that Song Shengze has expectations for his acting.

If he is an actor himself, brother Ze will definitely support him, maybe he can be in the same frame as brother Ze...

He doesn't expect to be able to act opposite Song Shengze like Qu Jie, even if he is just a supporting role, even if he only has a line dialogue with Brother Ze, he is satisfied.

He really didn't want to disappoint Song Shengze, but he couldn't...

It's useless...

Luo Miao sighed, shook her head and got up to wash up.

"Let go! Don't pull me!"

Song Shengze pushed away and caught up with the boy.

The young man was not as tall as him, and he didn't let go after being pushed, and stubbornly grabbed his arm.

"Get out!" Song Shengze lost his temper, "Damn it, I told you to get out, did you hear me?"

The boy didn't speak, but his eye circles were already red, and he looked pitiful.

"Cut!" Wu Baiyang slapped his thigh, "Pass!"

This play is about Zhou Ruiqing, an educated youth who first arrived in Shuixiang, and he was assigned to live in the home of a fellow villager with the same surname as Zhou. It seems that this fellow villager has a close relationship with him.

The fellow looked enthusiastic, but told Zhou Ruiqing that there was not enough room and he could only be wronged to sleep in the sheep shed. Zhou Ruiqing had never lived in such a place, it was smelly and dirty, and the sheep kept bleating in his ears, so he couldn't sleep at all.

After staying up for a few nights, one day I overheard a fellow villager telling others that he was being teased on purpose, saying that someone told Zhou's father to go to the big city for so many years and not take care of his hometown, and he deserved to let his son come over to suffer.

As soon as Zhou Ruiqing's temper came up, he was about to rush out to ask for an explanation, but Shen Sufeng, the youngest son of the village head's family, a handsome young man, stopped him from his impulsive behavior.

Qu Jie, who played the boy, let go of Song Shengze, wiped his eyes, and his expression returned to normal in a second.

Song Shengze patted Qu Jie on the shoulder: "Not bad, the acting skills are pretty good, I really didn't miss it."

Qu Jie respectfully bowed to Song Shengze: "Thank you Teacher Song for giving me the opportunity."

After he joined the group, he heard a lot of things. He knew that Wu Baiyang was not very satisfied with him after the audition, but Song Shengze pushed him, and Wu Baiyang really didn't have a suitable person, so he settled for the next best thing and picked himself.

Wu Baiyang walked over and first praised Qu Jie: "Xiao Qu, it's not bad, you can handle Shengze's play, you still have the strength, better than I expected, but..."

As soon as the "but" came out, Qu Jie knew that he had not completely satisfied Director Wu, who was always striving for perfection.

Wu Baiyang was a little distressed: "Your acting skills are fine, but..." He looked at Song Shengze, not wanting to be a bad guy again, so he dropped the topic, "Shengze, you can see it too? It's a bit troublesome..."

Song Shengze thought to himself, this old fox, if he wants to offend someone, he will push me. He didn't bother with Wu Baiyang, and said straight to Qu Jie, "Your voice is not good."

Having said that, Qu Jie also felt it himself, and nodded: "My voice is too deep, and the role needs a clear and clear voice to match."

This situation often occurs in filming. The actors' image and acting skills are all right, but the voice may not be suitable. A good actor can even slightly change the voice according to the needs of the character, such as Song Shengze, but obviously Qu Jie has not yet practiced that kind of skill. , the natural voice cannot be changed, it is authentic.

"Let's do the dubbing." Song Shengze suggested to Wu Baiyang, "Find a suitable post-production dub, the lip alignment shouldn't be a big problem."

Wu Boyang didn't quite agree: "The dubbing actors don't follow the team, and after all the filming is done, they will go back to dub, more or less they will be a little bit wrong, and they can't mobilize their emotions, so they won't be in the scene..."

Song Shengze frowned: "Isn't it good to transfer one to follow the group? Just set up a small recording studio here, and record live after the scene with Qu Jie. If it doesn't work, just do it a few more times."

"It's easy for you to say!" Director Wu Da was short of money, and he committed a stingy problem again, "Human voice actors make money according to the recording time, not packaged like you. If you join the group, how much will you have to pay..."

"Tch..." Song Shengze grinned, "Pick."

"It's all your money that I picked! It's not all your money, you have to think about it!" Wu Baiyang yelled unhappily.

Luo Miao saw them standing under the sun and roasting, fearing that her film star would get sunburned, she rushed over with an anti-ultraviolet parasol to cover Song Shengze's head, handed over purified water thoughtfully, and did not forget to blow a rainbow fart : "Brother Ze, your acting is amazing! It's very emotional! Drink some water to quench your thirst."

The voice between a teenager and a young man is crisp and crisp, making one's chest numb.

Wu Baiyang's eyes lit up again, staring at Luo Miao piercingly.

Luo Miao took a step back in fright from Director Wu's enthusiastic gaze, but still swore to defend Song Shengze's water bottle: "Director Wu, you...your water is not with me...it belongs to Brother Ze, so I can't give it to you."

Shit, Director Wu is still looking at him...

Luo Miao stared back nervously: "The umbrella... can't be given to you either!"

Oh, look at the little appearance of this food protector, the little boy is so cute, and he knows how to protect him!

Song Shengze held back his laughter and touched his chin. Of course he knew the reason for Wu Baiyang's sudden excitement.

Song Daying took a sip of water leisurely, then patted his little assistant's head: "Little friend, you are afraid of the camera, you are not afraid of the recording, are you?"