Chapter 13: Cross me

Chapter 13
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Gu, painstakingly and lonely old mother, Nian finally ended her ineffective little focus, and found Geng Hongyu on the set to make a "report of work".
"How is the effect?" Geng Hongyu flipped through the script, "Do you think Luo Xiu mastered the role (color)?"
Gu Nian pressed her restless conscience: "Probably, I have it."
Geng Hongyu raised her eyebrows: "How do you call it roughly?"
Gu Nian: "The actors have tried their best, and the rest is my fault."
Geng Hongyu: "..."
Assistant Director Lin sat next to him, smiling (inserting cha), and said, "Your script is very well written. How can you be the screenwriter if you don't perform well? Gu Nian, are you too protective of Luo Xiu?"
Gu Nianshen (Lose) is solemn: "New actors have no experience. I didn't take this into consideration, so it's my fault-adults will never throw the pot."
Geng Hongyu: "..."
Geng Hongyu couldn't listen to it, and drove the person away with disgust.
As soon as Gu Nian left, he turned his head and stared at Assistant Director Lin: "Where did you dig up such a trick? Young, without any arrogance, I haven't seen a girl who is more tired than her."
Assistant Director Lin smiled and said, "You have to admit, she writes really beautifully."
Geng Hongyu snorted and said nothing.
Associate Director Lin remembered something, slightly correct (color): "Speaking of writing books, our screenwriter Zhuo, apart from his blind status and the name of a beautiful screenwriter, is loud enough, and what he writes is really illusory. Her level is really good. That blind branch?"
Geng Hongyu frowned: "I don't know. But she has a deep background, try not to offend her."
Deputy Director Lin: "No matter how deep the background is, does the Luo family better?"
Geng Hongyu paused, with some taboos in his expression.
After a long silence this time, he said: "Is Luo Xiu a member of the Luo family? Isn't it still a matter of two things? I still don't believe that a member of the Luo family will come to a crew to hang around."
Deputy Director Lin laughed: "Okay, let's listen to you-ouch, it's broken!"
Geng Hongyu: "What's wrong?"
Deputy Director Lin looked at the direction Gu Nian was leaving: "I forgot to remind her that Zhuo Yixuan is also on the set today to make her be more careful."
"..."
Gu Nian met Zhuo Yixuan outside the bathroom.
This sink is outside and is shared by men and women. After Gu Nian came out of the bathroom, she drooped to wash her hands in front of the mirror.
She opened a small stove for Luo Xiu three days in a row, and had to repair the script at night, trying to reduce the empathy difficulty of Yun Tan's character (color), and she was really exhausted.
After dealing with Geng Hongyu at this moment, there is no more energy left. His mental state is like sleepwalking, walking like stepping on cotton.
Then she was sleepwalking, and Gu Nian heard a female voice coming from the horizon.
Still coming to her.
Gu Nian lifted his eyelids and saw the reflection in the mirror: The woman standing behind her was proud, with a mocking smile on her face, (red hong) lips opened and closed.
It seems to be talking to her.
"...This is the result of your arrogance and my robbing. Now I am worried that Director Geng is embarrassed? What's the use of crying by myself, ridiculous."
cry?
Gu Nian endured the yawn and turned back to look away.
The girl in the mirror was as if she could pass in the next second (sleeping Shui), her eyes were red and the corners of her eyes were moist.
It looks like crying.
Gu Nianmu grinned, took out the toilet paper, rubbed it after wiping, and threw it into the wastebasket. She turned around after throwing it, and was about to leave.
Zhuo Yixuan was ignored several times and she couldn't bear it. She raised her voice: "Gu Nian!"
"?" Gu Nian slowly stopped, raising her eyes.
Zhuo Yixuan laughed angrily: "Are you a tortoise with your head shrunk? So no matter what I say, you just pretend not to hear and then sneak away, right?"
"..."
The small corridor where the toilet is located is not far from the dressing room and props room. The number of staff is the largest here. At this time, there are already a few people who have heard the movement, penetrating their ears from outside the corridor.
Feeling those gazes, Zhuo Yixuan became even more relieved and sneered: "Don't speak anymore? That's right, you know what you are standing here, you only dare to hide behind Luo Xiu?"
(Shui Shui) Gu Nian, who lacks sleep, is quarreled and his brain hurts.
She rubbed her temples, hummed a little dissatisfiedly, and then looked up. The girl's voice was too soft to tell: "Is there anything else."
Zhuo Yixuan choked.
Gu Nian: "It's okay, I'll go back and get some sleep."
Zhuo Yixuan reacted, extremely angry: "Don't pretend to me!"
Gu Nian: "..."
It seems to be all right.
Gu Nian couldn't help it finally, and yawned greatly. In the tears that filled her eyes again, she drooped her eyes and slowly walked past Zhuo Yixuan.
In the second passing by, the girl's voice was hidden in a yawn, as light as an illusion:
"Then what do you rely on... blind branches?"
""
Zhuo Yixuan's figure froze suddenly.
When she got back to her senses, she wanted to discern whether the ridicule she heard was real or not, but found that Gu Nian didn't pause at all, and left without looking back.
•
In the evening, Luo Xiu's assistant received a notice from the director team and came to the hotel to pick Luo Xiu to the studio for night shooting.
The two arrived early, and the crew probably went to the cafeteria for dinner, and no one was in the temporary dressing room.
Conditions in the mountain ditch are limited, and the temporary dressing room also serves as a storage room for props. Further inside, across the ventilation wall, is the temporary lounge of the crew.
The assistant accompanies Luo Xiu in the lounge, waiting for the makeup artist to come.
After waiting for a while, he was a little bored, and moved to Luo Xiu's side: "Brother Luo, that little screenwriter really taught you for several days?"
Luo Xiu flipped through the magazine in the lounge, and said casually: "Yeah."
Assistant: "She's really good. I heard that screenwriter Zhuo still blamed her for the problem with your role (color) this afternoon, but she didn't anger you?"
"..."
The flipping magazine stayed in the air.
Luo Xiu raised his eyes, his expression was light: "Zuo Yixuan embarrassed her?"
The little assistant was pleased: "I heard about you in the cafeteria that you were'getting up' for Gu Nian before. What will the screenwriter Zhuo do? Didn't you design it at that time?"
Luo Xiu said nothing.
After staring at the indifferent eyes like amber stone for a few seconds, the assistant smiled consciously, did not dare to ask again, and answered obediently: "Yes, Zhuo Yixuan mocked her."
Luo Xiu: "What is her reaction."
Assistant: "It seems, no response."
Luo Xiu: "?"
The little assistant secretly observed Luo Xiu's spirit, and then he became bold: "I heard what the crew said, Zhuo Yixuan made things difficult for her in front of several people, but she passed away as if thinking about sleepwalking, and even played. A yawn. Almost killed the screenwriter Zhuo."
Luo Xiu lowered his eyes and smiled faintly.
The little assistant eagerly moved forward: "You said this thought, she was also the director last time, the whole crew heard it, as if she was okay-why is she so temperless?"
Luo Xiu raised his eyes, his eyes were cold.
Although he didn't know the reason, he noticed the displeasure from his boss, and the little assistant immediately shrank his neck, not daring to talk nonsense.
Not long after being quiet in the rest room, the sound of the door opening in the prop room and dressing room outside, and then two footsteps came in.
The little assistant glanced at Luo Xiu and was about to go out to see if the makeup artist had arrived. But before he got up and took the first step, the voice from outside came back through the wall that seemed to be ventilated.
"Are you taking that vase again tonight?"
"vase?"
"Just the newcomer."
"Oh, it's his play."
"It's terrible, maybe you have to work overtime."
"Don't call him a vase. When he (showed) the day before yesterday, most of the crew became his fan. When the show starts, he may be the most popular."
"Isn't that just a vase? I have a face, not so handsome in my opinion, a bunch of nympho."
"Hahaha, you are jealous of being liked by the big beauty screenwriter."
"I—? I'm jealous of him? Bah! What am I jealous of him! Who knows how he halfway into the crew?!"
The male voice outside seemed to be stabbed in the painful foot, his voice suddenly increased, becoming acrid and mean, with a mean smile:
"He looks really handsome, I think it's probably because of a rich woman who took a fancy to him, so half of it was arranged for him to join the crew? This kind of person, don't look at the appearance of a dog, actually don't know who kneel Be a little white face!"
"!?"
The little assistant's face (color) changed abruptly, turned blue with anger, and pale with fright.
The first thing he did was to turn his head to see Luo Xiu
The man was leaning on the sofa, looking down lazily, turning the pages of the book, his profile was cold and distant. Hearing such unbearable words, he didn't even lift his eyelids, as if he didn't care.
The boulder fell in the bottom of the assistant's heart.
The male voice outside was still sneering: "To put it bluntly, I just rely on going out to sell it, □ I will be jealous of the character (color) accompanied by the superior? I—"
"Shoo! Bang!"
There was a terrifying crack.
It was like something tore through the air, then slammed it against the wall, crashing to pieces.
After a moment of dead silence, the male voice seemed to be frightened in some way, and his voice became shrill: "You, are you crazy? Almost hit my face!"
After a second or two.
It was still the familiar, tired and lazy girl voice, but this time it brought the most strange and cold emotion.
Outside the lounge.
Gu Nian stood at the door with his wrists on his back, polite, gentle and gentle, with a tone like a harmless little fairy
"You say it again?"
"..."
Inside the door.
Luo Xiu who held the spine of the book had a meal.
After a short while, he buckled down the book, leaned on the sofa and raised his eyes slowly, looking towards the door.