Chapter 40:

Fang Shaoyi's sentence was a bit the original ambition. The field was unable to speak for a long time, and his heart was very shocked. Fang Shaoyi seldom talked to him about this. The two of them seem to haven't talked much about their relationship in recent years. Fang Shaoyi has always been like a master since he was young. Today he said that he would also panic in his heart. The wilderness felt very surprised.
This feeling is wonderful. The wilderness knew that Fang Shaoyi actually wanted him to separate himself from the environment. The wilderness did have this problem. When he was disappointed with an environment, he would be disappointed with everything here. Including anyone inside.
Later, the field finger scratched on Fang Shaoyi's nose and said softly, "I know."
Fang Shaoyi is like a guide in some ways. He always guides the wilderness to learn to feel and learn to perceive.
This night, the two brothers began to be unreasonable again. Ji Xiaotao always felt that they were greasy and crooked, but they obviously did nothing. His eyes swept back and forth a few times between the two of them, but he didn't see anything, but it made him glare.
Ji Xiaotao turned his gaze back and looked at the phone with peace of mind. He asked Yang Siran how to return to the company on the mobile phone, what is the company's next arrangement for him, Yang Siran replied that he was still waiting, and there was no arrangement for the time being.
Ji Xiaotao asked: Did you get an assistant?
Yang Siran: Not yet.
Ji Xiaotao asked him again: Who will take you? Who is the broker?
Yang Siran: Not yet.
Ji Xiaotao: Ah, then wait first ...
Yang Siran finished talking with him, put down his cell phone and carried it back to his pocket. He wore a simple casual outfit and looked like a clean boy like a boy next door. No one in the company even knew him. Yang Siran sat quietly in the office and waited. His eyes didn't dare to look around. If he didn't look at the phone, he turned over and read a magazine on the coffee table.
He has been sitting in the office for two hours.
Later, Geng Jinwei finally returned, followed by the two of them. When Geng Jinwei saw Yang Siran, he asked him lightly, "I'm back?"
"Well." Yang Siran nodded and continued to sit on the sofa and wait.
After Geng Jinwei finished talking with others, he walked over to stand at the desk. Geng Jinwei lit a cigarette and asked him, "Are you tired of filming?"
"Not tired." Yang Siran said, "Everyone takes care of me."
"I'll pick you up next month, and let's grind in the small role of the crew first." Geng Jinwei said.
Yang Siran had no comments and nodded and said, "Okay."
There are a lot of things in the work, and everything should be said. Geng Jinwei said: "Go back."
Yang Silan only realized that something uncomfortable came later. He first looked at Geng Jinwei. Geng Jinwei had bowed his head to look at other things, but did not look at him at all. Yang Siran walked around the desk, knocked and lowered his body, squatted and pressed his face to Geng Jinwei ’s legs, his skin was next to his suit pants, his voice was very quiet, even his breathing was gentle, careful Said a sentence: "... I miss you so much."
Geng Jinwei looked down at him, Yang Siran raised his face and looked at him, all eyes were pious.
Geng Jinwei didn't speak, but just looked at him, his face indifferent to emotions. Yang Siran blinked, Bai Jing's handsome face, raised his face seriously asked: "Can I go to your house tonight?"
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The wilderness left the crew for a few days in early April, and their small circle of literati also gathered together. Feng Leizi was a literary planner of a major director. Their script Zhang Luo had to gather a wave of people at a certain stage to give advice on faults. Absorb the opinions of dozens of writers, listen to everyone's ideas, and see if there is a new spark.
The wilderness must be here. He has his own unique vision and sharp mouth, so he dares to say. So he pushed him out of three or four, and the wilderness asked the crew to leave for a show to show the script. Jiang Linchuan heard that he was going out to show scripts to others and said that he did not finish his business, but he still managed other people's business.
But in the wilderness this time, it was disgusting to see their script. He now has a broken book in his hand, and he can't get a good thing out of it every day. He couldn't persuade the director to change the show, and he couldn't convince himself that this thing was okay, so he was irritable every day.
The drama is coming to a close, and Fang Shao is estimated to be able to kill again and again in a month.
The wilderness came out to meet people, and it was a mockery to see them. At that time, there was a big talk on Weibo to chase, and there was a wave of anger. These people had been waiting to mock him for a long time, and finally they met him and had a good laugh.
The wilderness didn't care, and smoked: "Don't be cheap."
"Bashing?" Someone asked him, "Uncle Ye will be bashful?"
The wilderness was too lazy to take care of them. Before the director came, he sat on the balcony and smoked.
Ji Xiaotao sent him a WeChat, a small video of Fang Shao's filming.
Wilderness: Don't you bother me when I come out.
Thief Ji: Isn't this sending warmth?
Wilderness: I don't spend so much time, so rest.
Pushing the script is a very tormenting process. It may last for several days. The script is constantly overturned, rebuilt, and then continued to be overturned. The final product may be pushed back and forth and the original sample will undergo several reborns. The literati always gave the impression of being restrained, but the scene where the script was pushed was actually a battle. Everyone's voice was dumb.
The wilderness was sharp and agile at such times, and he was always the first to overthrow the opinions of others, but these people who play with the pen had to feel that he was right, which is very hateful. The literati are so proud that they cannot look at each other, but they have to admit that he is right. Of course, the wilderness's idea must also be killed, and the final thing that comes out depends entirely on God's will. Or the brilliant idea of ​​a flash of light is recognized by most people.
The brain keeps turning, which is very tiring, but this is the life circle of the wilderness, and the mode he is familiar with. This is much quicker than talking about the script secretly in the crew, no matter which offender is offended, and no need to change the too big props to keep up. The early stage of the script is the purest stage of a movie. Everything has the same goal, that is, to turn the script from stone to gold. Every subsequent stage consumes this point of purity.
The wilderness came out and pushed the script, and when he went back, the whole person was in a better state. It seems to come out to be charged with electricity and return to blood. As soon as he returned to the crew, he went to the studio to find Fang Shaoyi. Fang Shaoyi had just finished work, changed clothes and removed makeup and was about to go back. The wilderness shouted at him: "Brother."
Fang Shao looked back at him with a smile on his face: "Is it back?"
"Ah," the field nodded. "It's fully charged."
"How are you talking?" Fang Shao asked him.
The wilderness shrugged: "It's just like that, you can't settle down. It is estimated that you have to get two drafts, three drafts and five drafts. Maybe you will have to go at that time. Feng Leizi will do most of this. The ideas are all thought by others His literary plan is waiting for Qing Gan to do, and his heart makes him grow. "
Fang Shao smiled and wanted to go back to the wilderness, and in the end he was asked to talk about things. The wilderness squatted on a bench by the side of the road, originally wanted to smoke, but thought of having returned to the crew and silently again.
When Fang Shao came back, the wilderness was chatting with a little girl. The little girl looked like she was four or five years old. The wilderness touched her pigtail and didn't know what to say.
On their way back, Fang Shaoyi and Yuan Ye said, "You can go and see the director's rough cut at night."
The wilderness asked, "How many have you cut these days?"
"Well, not much cut." Fang Shao glanced at him and said to him.
The wilderness didn't do what he wanted, and he didn't take it seriously. He won't add his own name to the subtitles when the drama is broken, and he will be humiliated by hanging on the tail of the screenwriter. He used all his strength, but if he couldn't do it, he wouldn't do it. He just brainstormed and pushed the script, and then looked back at this perfunctory line. This comparison is even more garbage.