Chapter 18: Cross me

Chapter 18
After leaving the meeting room of Luo Xiu and Zong Shiyi, Gu Nian endured the collapse and fought hard with the two directors. +++All Tanmei Novels: EbookFREE.me
"Director Lin, I'm a screenwriter and not an actor, so how can a screenwriter audition?"
"You are not an actor."
"Stuntman is also an actor!"
"You are not a stuntman, just a short shot of falling and sitting until you get up. You only (show) your back. The later lines are all to be recorded by Zong Shiyi himself. How can you count as a stuntman? Well."
"...You are sophistry."
"Is there something wrong with what I said? What's more, we didn't force you. Just in front of Luo Xiu and Zong Shiyi, you didn't say it yourself-as long as you don't cut the scenes, you will agree to everything?"
"..."
Gu Nian, who fell into the pit, grinds his teeth and raised his head stubbornly: "So you just said you want to come in for vaccinations, but it's not at all. Did you come in and work with Geng Dao to dig the pit for me?"
Assistant Director Lin smiled very kindly: "How can it be."
Gu Nian: "..."
They are all old foxes.
Assistant Director Lin rarely saw this lazy little fox planted in his hands. The more she wilted, the more he smiled, "How about it, do you agree or not?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Huh? How could there not be?" Deputy Director Lin pretended to be innocent and puzzled.
"If I say no, you will definitely tell me with great regret that the only option for Luo Xiu to cut the scenes-right?"
"Hahahaha."
Assistant Director Lin laughed, and while smiling, he shook his finger and thought: "You, it was the hardest thing to deceive. If it weren't for Luo Xiu's concern, I wouldn't dare to say that I could catch you. "
"..."
Gu Nian drooped her eyes and sighed in her heart.
Sure enough, she was still too young and too underestimated. But right now the scene of wanting baby goose will not be cut, it seems that there is indeed only one way...
Conference room.
Luo Xiu came out with Zong Shiyi before and after. The assistant had been waiting outside the door. Hearing the movement, he greeted him: "Brother Luo-Zong, Miss Zong?"
Zong Shiyi nodded towards the little assistant in return. She hesitated, and after closing the door behind her, she shouted politely and stiffly: "Mr. Luo, my mother asked me to greet you on her behalf."
"?"
Luo Xiu turned around, his eyes cold.
Zong Shiyi explained: "My mother is my agent, and she told me that Mr. Luo's affairs must be done well. Don't worry, I haven't revealed it to anyone."
Luo Xiu nodded: "Thank you."
Zong Shiyi was startled, obviously he didn't expect to get such an answer. She lifted her head subconsciously and looked in before the focus of those dark brown eyes moved away from her.
Although it was a thank you, it seemed to be gentle, but besides the coldness in his eyes, there was no temperature at all. Even when she mirrored her beautiful face that was praised by everyone in the circle, she couldn't make waves inside.
No wonder it is said in the rumors that the Luo family does not touch fireworks and is dedicated to becoming a monk, but I don’t know how he would join the crew...
Zong Shiyi suddenly remembered something, and whispered apologetically: "Before you came in, I didn't expect that the two directors would suddenly propose to let the screenwriter take over, so I didn't have time to inform you. If Mr. Luo doesn't want to come forward, Then I can raise objections to the director team to stop this."
"no need."
"Hey? But isn't the screenwriter going to shoot that intimate scene with you..."
Zong Shiyi raised his eyes in shock.
The setting sun outside the window has already fallen, and the night lights in the corridor are beginning to rise. The man stood sideways in the blurry light and shadow, with a thin smile on the corner of his lips (hook gou).
He did not look back, nor did he look at Zong Shiyi, his voice was as gentle as the old: "No (guanguan) line."
After staying in place for a few seconds, Zong Shi recalled his mind and was shocked again.
She glanced behind her, the door of the meeting room was closed tightly, and a little voice of conversation could be heard faintly from inside.
Thinking of the little screenwriter who was standing in front of her and squeezing his anger for Luo Xiu's injustice, Zong Shiyi suddenly felt confused.
Zong Shiyi raised her head and joked softly: "It turns out that this scene is not good, but I can't. It's enviable that someone can get Mr. Luo's favor."
Luo Xiu glanced at it: "Really?"
"..."
Shocked by the coolness in his eyes, Zong Shiyi's smile stiffened.
Luo Xiu lowered his eyes, and his voice was gentle and harmless: "Miss Zong is very smart, and smart people tend to think more."
Zong Shiyi's heart trembled, and she never dared to believe in the gentleness of this person anymore. She was (color): "No matter how smart people think about it, they won't say a word to someone who shouldn't be said."
Luo Xiu nodded lightly, "Okay."
The light of the corridor lamp is still warm, but the coldness that makes people feel cold is hidden in the dark shadow.
Zong Shiyi didn't dare to stay any longer and left first after finding a reason.
As soon as Zong Shiyi left, the little assistant who had been holding back for a long time finally couldn't help it: "Brother Luo, what are you doing with Zong Shiyi."
Luo Xiu glanced at him without emotion.
The little assistant (gan gan) laughed: "I'm just curious. But this Zong Shiyi's attitude is really respectful, and he almost offended a large number of people on the crew for you. It's no wonder that you are so popular in the circle."
"Do you think this is a charity field?"
"Huh?" The little assistant turned around blankly, and then suddenly, "You mean, she or the people behind her do things for profit?"
"What you can see, what you can't see, what you have already got, and what you will get later...Aren't everyone bustling and bustling under the drive of these interests."
Luo Xiu chuckled lightly, as if so mildly and without mockery.
"Even if it is a charity field, it is the largest and most complex network of interests operating behind it, and it is more likely to hide dirt. This is the case for people (sexual xing), and it is the same everywhere."
The little assistant nodded, and couldn't help laughing: "If you look away like you, then temples and temples like Lin'an Temple and Taoist Temple will be overwhelmed."
Luo Xiu sneered lightly.
The little assistant suddenly remembered something: "But there are exceptions."
"?"
The little assistant gestured to the still closed meeting room door, "Isn't she an exception to the attitude of the screenwriter who is taking care of you today?"
"..."
"It doesn't look like she knows your identity, so she won't be driven by any profit, unless it's greedy for you, ahem."
Before his death, the young assistant made a dangerous income. After the pause, he carefully went to see if their boss had heard that he was going to kill him.
But he was surprised at this sight. Luo Xiu didn't look at him, and even his attention seemed to be gone long ago.
The man was looking at the closed conference room door.
It also seemed to have passed through the door, looking at who was inside.
Quiet for a while.
Luo Xiu turned his eyes back, his eyes were deep: "She is indeed different."
Confirming that the boss hadn’t heard his own death speech, the assistant thanked him secretly, and quickly switched the topic: "But avoiding the intimate scene, Zong Shiyi just said that there is Gu screenwriter. Did she succeed in blocking it? "
"No."
"Oh, that's good."
"Zong Shiyi's role will be replaced by her."
"A stand-in is fine, better than you—"
The little assistant's voice stopped abruptly.
After a few seconds, he froze his neck and turned his head, and looked at Luo Xiu dullly: "Is it the one I understand, does the screenwriter Gu mean it?"
"Ok."
"You, you didn't refuse?"
"Ok."
Assistant: "..."
Yes, he can see it thoroughly.
The severe cleanliness habit of their boss has neither healed nor aggravated. Instead, it has not occurred in a targeted, fixed-point and fixed-person manner.
"Okay, go back and prepare."
"Hey."
The little assistant hurried to follow, and couldn't help but ask humbly: "Well, Luo Brother, are you still going to become a monk when the crew is over?"
Luo Xiu paused, turned sideways, and asked with a smile, "Why not."
Assistant: "..."
Oh, man.
•
According to Gu's request, the storyboard for this stand-in shooting was moved to the last segment of the shooting schedule that night.
Irrelevant actors and crew members were dismissed. After Gu Niancheng came out of makeup, the shooting set was very quiet, with only the extremely low buzzing of the machine running and the voice of the two directors talking about camera angles.
Gu Nian, who was driven off the shelf by the duck, bowed her head and swayed to the side of the shooting area.
Director Geng looked at her around and nodded: "Ready?"
"Why are there so many people..." Gu Nian muttered, looking around the field of view.
Geng Hongyu: "How about I clear the field for you?"
"Okay!" Gu Nian shuddered and the deer's eyes turned back brightly.
"What a ball," Geng Hongyu scolded with angrily. "Is this a restricted-level film I am making? I don't have enough people to withdraw it, and I have to clear the field?!"
"..."
The little girl slumped in a second.
Gu Nian chirped into the field.
Or the familiar bar setting, the familiar sofa, and the familiar people on the sofa. Even the unbuttoned buttons of the man's white shirt, the loose tie, and the looming line of the collarbone (xiong), all mimicked the adjustments she had made for him before.
Gu Nian watched for 3 seconds, then quickly lowered her head.
Ouuuuuu can't live by committing evil.
...... Gu Nian you be sober! You are a steadfast maternal love never degenerate! !
Gu Nian brainwashed herself countless times with brilliant maternal love in her heart, and then slowly moved to Luo Xiu's legs.
The posture was posed according to the director’s request. One arm was laid lazily and casually on the back of the sofa, and the other hand was swaying a wine glass. There was a translucent ice hockey puck in the glass, and a (yanyan) red flower was frozen in the ball. .
His normally sleek short hair was wiped off by the stylist. @　喑黾阜 to 杪遥搜劬劬試驈色) his eyes were exposed (exposed), his eyeliner was full, and the corners of his eyes were deliberately picked. (暧ai) The ambiguous light traces the unruly sense of scum.
The storyboard is really very simple.
Ding Qiao came to the bar to find friends. After running out of the dance floor in a panic, he was hit by someone and accidentally fell into Yun Tan's arms in the dark.
Then he was recognized by Yun Tan, grabbed his wrist, and had the line that Gu Nian Supervisor Luo Xiu had corrected countless times in the hotel room: [Where do you want (touch Mo)].
Gu Nian took a deep breath.
That's right, I've been right in the hotel room countless times anyway, this time I just added a little action... it's true.
The shots of up to ten seconds before and after...
Luo Xiu raised his eyes and seemed to have entered the scene. His voice was low, dull and slow: "Is Miss Gu nervous?"
"How come," Gu Nianbang read, "not at all, it's not dirty."
Luo Xiu: "?"
Gu Nian: "..."
She has a problem with her mouth when she is nervous!
The director's horn rang: "Gu Nian, Luo Xiu, are you ready?"
The final countdown is coming, and I will completely declare a strike, considering all the sensible thinking abilities in the brain.
Luo Xiu looked back at this time and smiled at Gu Nian: "Miss Gu, don't worry, you can adapt again."
"How to adapt."
"How Ms. Gu wants to adapt."
"..."
Gu Nianmu lowered his head with a face.
Her eyes fell on the slender, straight and (gou) thigh of the man wrapped in black (colored) trousers.
Gu Nian raised her head, her brain was blank, and she was honest with instinct:
"Then I... sit down and adapt?"
Silent for a few seconds.
Luo Xiuqing raised his eyebrows: "?"