You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Hmm... Qingmang slowed down for a while, and turned his fingers around, thinking about something and whether he should tell Lu Yanmu.

Huh? Lu Yanmu snorted with a straight face.

Qingmang listened to this slightly threatening sound, and immediately sat up straight, and said very cowardly, Don't be angry if I tell you.

Lu Yanmu walked to the chair opposite her and sat down, and said lightly, You say it.

Qingmang watched him for a while, and after confirming that he looked as usual, he said slowly, I want to learn from Mu Xiao, but I didn't think of a way to impress people and make them willing to take me to learn.

I originally wanted to make a short short film to prove my ability. I thought about several plans just now, but they were all denied. Thinking about it hurts my head and feels a little annoyed.

Qingmang sighed faintly, feeling that this question is a bit tricky.

Mu Xiao has always focused on social criticism and reflection, or he has a strong classical style. Such a technique cannot be photographed without a certain foundation.

She had read a novel before, which was about the rise and fall of a family, and it was a woman who witnessed the rise and fall of the family.

In that era dominated by men, those who really made mistakes were protected because they were the only seedlings in the family, but they pushed all the faults on women and were criticized to death.

Sadness and ignorance is the first feeling after watching it. However, such a theme will not be welcomed by the market. Today's audience only likes a happy ending.

If you want to shoot, it can only be used as a means or subject matter. This story originally makes people feel endlessly desolate. How to shoot from an outsider's attitude is a test method.

Lu Yanmu saw Qingmang's tangled annoyance in his eyes, leaned back in the chair, pressed his eyebrows, eased his tired thoughts, and asked lightly, Do you want to study with Mu Xiao?

Well, he is a very good director. Although every director has his own style, he should not study it deliberately, but his style is more in line with my taste. It is estimated that it will be good to have a good teacher to guide him. Qingmang shook the rattan chair and said truthfully.

Do you really want to enter the entertainment industry? Lu Yanmu frowned, his expression indifferent, and there was an imperceptible uneasiness in his words.

Hmm... I want to make a movie. It's rare to encounter something I like in my life, and I want to achieve my goal. Qingmang looked at Lu Yanmu's expression, and spoke carefully.

Listening to Qingmang's words, Lu Yanmu was silent for a while, his expression was a little indifferent and a little distant, as if he was thinking about something, but also seemed to be scruples.

Qingmang did not urge him, but sat quietly, waiting for his answer.

Some things can't be rushed. From the beginning to the present, Lu Yanmu has given way too much. He has changed his principles and bottom line step by step for her. As long as he has some conscience, he should not push too hard.

Lu Yanmu stood up, put his hands on the railing, turned his back to Qingmang, and when he looked out, his eyes were blank, and his face showed entanglement.

Perhaps the tangle on the face is not enough to express the inner struggle.

Promise Qingmang, everything you have done before may be in vain, or even completely exposed. What's the point of everything he did?

If he doesn't agree, does he really want to break off Qingmang's wings?