Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Before the fifteen minutes Xu Fei mentioned, Zhuge Qinuo and Mi Bei had already arrived at the shooting location.

After the conversation just now, she found that Mi Bei was like two different people on and off the stage. He spoke very little off the stage, but had to act like a chatterbox on the stage, which was really a bit difficult for him.

There were no more intimate scenes between the two, and Zhuge Qinuo's scenes were filmed very quickly. At the end, there were mainly some fighting scenes of Mi Bei.

Because Zhuge Qinuo had finished all her scenes in this makeup and scene, she received a "special pardon" from Xu Fei and could leave work early.

Many people find it unbelievable that Xu Fei can be so efficient and receive such a "pardon" under such high filming standards.

Zhuge Qinuo couldn't care less at this time. It was the scorching sun, and it was such a blessing to be able to take a break. She glanced at Mi Bei who was still filming a solo scene, and couldn't help but feel sorry for this fair and tender young man for a few seconds.

Even though she felt sorry for him, it was impossible for her to complete the scenes he wanted to shoot. Besides, even if she wanted to help him with the martial arts scenes, she couldn't do it. She could only hope that he could work harder and wish him good luck.

He also specifically asked several persons in charge of the crew. Based on their responses, Zhuge Qinuo judged that, unless something unexpected happened, she would have nothing to do in the next few days.

She removed her makeup and changed her clothes. She needed to leave this hot shooting base immediately. She drove to a nearby dessert shop and went in. She didn't have any requirements, as long as there was air conditioning.

Finally, I was able to sit down comfortably and touch the phone I had been thinking about. I opened Weibo involuntarily, found Mibei, and read all his Weibo posts carefully. There were not many comments from fans, and there was no interaction, but these messages also made Zhuge Qinuo know more about him.

I watched it with interest and suddenly thought of the poor little thing under the scorching sun.

"Hello, Deng Qing. I'm Zhuge Qinuo, the tourist who accidentally entered the crew and was chosen by the director to film. Excuse me, can I send some takeout to the crew?" Zhuge Qinuo sent a text message to Deng Qing tentatively. This was the first time she took the initiative to send a message to Deng Qing. After getting Deng Qing's number, they had never communicated, let alone for such a small matter, so she was not sure whether this big star would reply to her text message from an unknown person.

But apart from Deng Qing, she seemed to be even less familiar with the other people in the crew. She couldn't send these private matters to the account that always sent her the work process.

Still feeling anxious.

"To whom?" Deng Qing replied.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Director Xu and the crew, it's so hot at the base today."

"139...Call this number when the takeaway arrives. I'll talk to Director Xu."

Deng Qing really understood, there was no need to ask anything, it was perfect, there was no sense of the actor's airs at all. But, it was just a takeaway, do I need to tell the director?

Zhuge Qinuo: "Hello, I want to ask, is there any store near you that has cooperated with the filming base and can deliver food to the crew?"

Shop assistant: "We can. We have a permit and can go in. As long as there is someone inside to receive it, it's fine. Do you want to send it?"

As a result, she completed a large order of 100 milk teas and 50 fruit salads in the store.

"Okay." Zhuge Qinuo reported to Deng Qing.

"Okay." Deng Qing replied.

The shopkeepers were busy happily, while Zhuge Qinuo continued to sit and touch his phone, browsing various information about Mibei. This kid dances really well, I am really into him. Looking at him who was acting cute earlier and now he is so quiet, I can't believe that this is the same person.

As I watched, time passed by unknowingly.

"Miss, your takeout order is complete. Your crew is so lucky." She didn't react until the store owner's voice sounded.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Did they eat?"

The clerk said: "When we delivered it the second time, everyone was eating it because the first batch was gone. They all asked who sent it, but I couldn't tell you your name, so I said it was a pretty lady."

"It's okay, it's okay. As long as they are happy and cool off, thank you for your hard work."

After receiving the feedback that the matter had not backfired, Zhuge Qinuo finally felt relieved. He asked the store owner for a business card and prepared to go back to the hotel to rest with satisfaction.

When she stepped out of the store, the sun had already set, leaving only the last glimmer of sunset. It was 6:, time for dinner. She drove towards the hotel, wanting to find a restaurant nearby that was delicious but not too embarrassing to eat alone.

While driving and listening to music, a thought was going through my mind: In such a leisurely time, it would be great if someone could accompany me to eat hot pot. After all, eating hot pot alone is a very sad thing.

Since I had the idea of ​​hot pot, I have lost interest in any other food. I drove back to the hotel.

"Forget it, it's time for takeout again." She was mentally prepared.

"Okay, takeout. It won't be awkward to eat alone."

Thinking of this, I parked the car, went upstairs and got the room card.

room card?

It's like this thing doesn't even exist.

Zhuge Qinuo searched through her pockets and bags, and then ran to the car and searched for a long time, almost turning the car over, but still couldn't find her. After an unknown amount of time, she collapsed in the driver's seat, took out the dessert shop's business card, and dialed the number. After learning that the dessert shop didn't have a room card, she only had one hope left - the dressing room.

She had long been able to convince herself to accept this ability to forget things. This hadn't happened for a long time, but it was inevitable that it would happen once in a while, so she forgave and comforted herself.

When she returned to the shooting location, the crew was still shooting some night scenes. She walked into the dressing room, which was actually a temporary lounge with a few tables and chairs. Because they were shooting outside and needed to touch up their makeup at any time, there were not many people in the dressing room. She greeted the only two makeup artists and walked to the dressing table she had used before. She immediately saw the room card and felt relieved.

Someone must have picked it up and put it here with good intentions, otherwise how could it be placed so well?

She thought so and was very grateful. She asked the people around her, but none of them was the one who picked up the card, and they didn't know who it was. Zhuge Qinuo quickly gave up looking for the person who did this good deed. After all, there are still many people in the world who do good deeds without leaving their names. She just hopes that good people will live a peaceful life.

I wanted to leave, but I was still unwilling to not find this person. I didn't express my gratitude and always felt like I owed something.

Maybe I could find him after a while, so I moved a few steps into the dressing room. There was a person lying on the simple and not very clean sofa. It was more like curling up, because the sofa was too small to accommodate him.

If it’s not Mibei, then who else could it be?

Zhuge Qinuo's feet were still hesitating whether to move forward or backward, and the person lying on the ground moved his body.

Zhuge Qinuo seemed to be caught while peeping, and stepped forward to greet him to cover up his guilty conscience: "Mi Bei, why haven't you left yet so late? Do you have a show tonight?"

After she finished speaking, she realized that the other person had not opened his eyes at all.

"I didn't do anything wrong, why should I feel guilty?" He felt a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, after hearing Zhuge Qinuo's voice, Mi Bei slowly opened his eyes: "It's gone, I'm leaving now."

Weak.

Mi Bei's voice sounded wrong. It didn't sound like the laziness of just waking up, but rather a sound of pain. Zhuge Qinuo observed him carefully. His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and there were some fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

What's going on here?