Chapter 15:

Chapter 15
As a coastal city, there are countless small islands nearby. The crew asked the locals to find a small island suitable for shooting. It is about 5 nautical miles from the shore and has beautiful scenery. Many photography teams have come here to shoot documentaries.
When Song Yi got off the boat, the sun was clear and cloudless, and the azure beach embraced the turquoise island, as beautiful as a painting.
The beautiful scenery always makes people feel refreshed. Most of the crew in the crew are young people who are born to play and take pictures like Sahuan. Director Yang took a look at it. He couldn't get into work at all. He simply took a three-hour vacation to let everyone relax. .
Song Yi had no interest in selfies. She helped the crew members to set up the tent together. She got tired and sweated under the sun. She got into the tent and changed her clothes. When she came out, Director Yang stood outside with an umbrella. Waiting for Song Yi.
"Little Song..." Director Yang looked at Song Yi lovingly.
Song Yi vaguely felt that there was nothing good, so he called Director Yang respectfully.
Director Yang nodded, "You have been in a good state in the last few scenes, you are full of emotions, and your focus is very good."
"Because it's a good guide, I will learn something from you." Song Yi smiled modestly.
Chatting with someone who can talk is in a good mood. Director Yang laughed, "You are the only actor in the crew that I don't have to worry about."
You can understand it once and perform it once, not to mention that Dao Yang is relieved.
Song Yi had already guessed at odds and ends, and Director Yang praised him, he must be looking for something.
In order for Director Yang to ask him to do things, the entire crew is Gu Xingchuan alone, and Song Yi doesn't go around the corners, "I look at you so tired, and I can share with you if there is anything."
Director Yang looked at him appreciatively and said earnestly: "There is a scene in Xingchuan, and he has never caught the mood swings. As a senior of the crew, I hope you can tell him about the drama."
Song Yi thought it was because he was not satisfied with the shot, but Director Yang didn't dare to stab Young Master Gu, and pushed Song Yi out to Tang Lei.
"Okay, I'm very happy to be able to solve problems for Director Yang." Song Yi's face was pure and harmless.
Director Yang patted him on the shoulder encouragingly, "I know your relationship with Gu Xingchuan. This is a bit embarrassing for you, but the man, the past has passed. After passing this village, there is the next store. There is no need to be in a tree. Hanged from the tree."
Director Yang finished speaking, and when he was about to leave, he said, "Have a good job. When the filming is over, I will take you to mix some meals. A good actor like you can't be buried."
Song Yi smiled gratefully. This is a good deal, and interpersonal relationships are sometimes more important than strength in the circle.
Song Yi is not like Gu Xingchuan. He has a rich father, a natural winner in life, and everything depends on her own efforts.
Gu Xingchuan was sitting under the awning, and when Song Yi walked over, he was writing something.
Song Yi glanced from behind. Gu Xingchuan was carefully writing notes for the lines. He had beautiful lower-case letters, fluent and thin, and had a clear breeze. He spoke just like his own words, but Gu Xingchuan's words were exactly the opposite of his.
Gu Xingchuan noticed the movement, turned his head to look at him, and raised his chin coldly, "Is there something wrong?"
Song Yi was straight to the point, sitting opposite him, smiling and saying, "Director Yang asked me to tell you the drama, do you have anything to ask?"
"Alternatively, let Yang Qiguo come to me by himself." Gu Xingchuan closed the script, no doubt.
Song Yi was too lazy to care whether he was happy or not, but for the sake of work efficiency, she patiently said: "We are friends, and friends help each other, mutual benefit, I should help you tell the drama."
Gu Xingchuan's attitude relaxed a bit, examining Song Yi, "Do you have the ability to tell me the drama?"
No matter how much better than you, Song Yi was a person who won a drama award before. He calmly said, "We learn from each other and make progress together."
Gu Xingchuan squinted his eyes and threw the script to Song Yi. "Since you want to learn from me, then you can take a good look."
Song Yi didn't get angry and looked at it carefully. On the script, Gu Xingchuan circled a few things that he didn't understand with a red pen.
He pondered it over and explained it carefully and patiently.
In the past, when the teacher was away in the theater, Song Yi was responsible for training new juniors and sisters to teach people how to act. He was very professional.
Gu Xingchuan listened attentively, his eyes were focused, and his usual arrogant appearance was completely different. The questions he raised could be seen through his own thinking.
Song Yi answered carefully one by one, taking a moment to look at him, feeling a little in her heart.
Before joining the filming, Song Yi felt that Gu Xingchuan was an expensive young master who couldn't bear hardships, and that filming was just a fool. I didn't expect Gu Xingchuan to work hard and take responsibility these days, and he was able to endure hardship more than some old actors.
Although the acting skills are a bit tender, it is inevitable to act for the first time. In time, he will be a good actor.
He thought about it carefully. It was actually quite interesting. Song Yi had seen some of the wealthy people like Gu Xingchuan's family. Those princes were either drag racing and smashing numb, or staying overnight at Hualiu, in short, had so few bad habits.
Compared with these people, the sports that Gu Xingchuan played are no longer healthy.
In the evening, the work was closed, a bonfire party was held in the crew, and the barbecue grill was taken out, and everyone had a BBQ.
There were people singing and dancing around the campfire. Song Yi held his arms to admire for a while, and went back to the tent to rest early.
The filming these days is too tired, Song Yi slept until the middle of the night, dumbly heard the sound of the tent zipper unzipping, the bed next to him was heavily set, as if someone was sitting down.
In the middle of the night, on the deserted island, Song Yi was startled and opened his eyes sharply. Gu Xingchuan was about to lie down with a pillow. Seeing that Song Yi was awake, sitting upright, pointing calmly to the blue nap. Lights, "Do I need to turn off the lights?"
Song Yi was stunned for a few seconds, cursing insane, scary and scary, don’t you know?
"Are you alright"
Gu Xingchuan said frankly: "There are too many mosquitoes in my tent, I want to change it with you."
Song Yi was also a human, and was afraid of mosquito bites, so she said angrily: "Why should I trade with you?"
Don't bring such bullies.
Gu Xingchuan leaned back and lay lazily next to Song Yi, pulling at the small cool quilt Song Yi had brought with one hand.
Song Yi watched Gu Xingchuan's enlarged face and the body that was close to him, with vigilance in his bones, and quickly sat up, "What are you doing!"
With this roar, Song Yi realized that his body was cold. The night on the island was too sultry and the tent was airtight. He only took off a pair of underwear before going to bed.
Gu Xingchuan slowly turned his head to the side, looking at him, his gaze shifted downstream.
It was the first time I saw Song Yi take it off like this. She was thin and unobtrusive, her skin was fair, and her whole body was moistened by sultry heat, glowing pale pink, like a peeled peach.
Without glasses, the usually calm and ruthless eyes are angry and look particularly bright in the dark, like stars, the neck is white and slender, and the outline of the collarbone is clear and detailed.
Going down... The first time Gu Xingchuan saw that this place had such a fresh and tender color.
I just want to gnaw at it.
The waistline was tight and clean because of the force, it looked very slender, and it had the right strength, which made people want to pinch the waist and press down.
Gu Xingchuan thought of those corset girls from Europe in the 19th World. They should envy Song Yi because they don't have to suffer because they have such beautiful waists.
Song Yi was angry, and she stared at Gu Xingchuan, "Don't think I dare not do anything with you!"
The clay figurine also has a three-point fire, and the rabbit will jump the wall when he is in a hurry, not to mention that he is not a good one.
Gu Xingchuan squinted his eyes, and Xiao Liang who pulled Song Yi was covered by himself. The air was full of the light scent of bellflower perfume from Song Yi's body. It smelled fresh and cool on this scorching night, especially good.
"I changed the tent with you, you go out now, don't disturb me to rest." Gu Xingchuan yawned lazily and closed his eyes.
Damn! Is there a king's law? Is there a heavenly law!
Does anyone care about him!
Song Yi was so angry that he clenched his fists, afraid that one could not help but slap Gu Xingchuan several times, "Gu Xingchuan, you are a bummer."
Gu Xingchuan opened one eye to look at him, then closed it comfortably, adjusting his breathing evenly, pretending that he was asleep.
Song Yi's eyes were like a blade scraping on Gu Xingchuan's face. After watching for a long time, Gu Xingchuan didn't react at all, and his skin was thick and he turned the city wall.
Song Yi would not leave the tent for Gu Xingchuan, there is no such good thing in the world.
He gritted his teeth and lay down, pulling Xiao Liang's quilt forcefully, but Gu Xingchuan was as strong as a cow, unable to pull.
Song Yi took a deep breath, turned over, closed his eyes, curled up, and recited the meditation mantra.
The tent was originally not big, it was only for one person to rest. Now there were two big men lying down and they looked crowded. Gu Xingchuan could touch Song Yi's back when he lifted his finger.
In the dark night, the sound of the tide rises and falls, beating the beach, and everything is silent.
After a while, Gu Xingchuan heard Song Yi's long breath, one beat, one beat, small, like raindrops on his heart at night.
"Fell asleep" Gu Xingchuan asked softly.
Song Yi murmured, wondering what she was dreaming of.
Gu Xingchuan approached him and grabbed a bunch of curled hair on the back of Song Yi's head. Song Yi didn't respond.
"Deadly asleep"
Gu Xingchuan moved an inch closer to Song Yi's ear, looking at Junxiu's profile from top to bottom.
The eyelashes are velvety, like velvet, with the soft touch of the lips Gu Xingchuan still remembers how could a man have such soft lips
Gu Xingchuan's Adam's apple rolled a few times, leaning over to Song Yi's ear, his low voice said clearly: "Song Yi, don't sleep, let's play it!"