Son of the Bone

When Qi Lin returned to France, he felt inexplicably relaxed.

It was as if those invisible shackles had finally been shaken off, and he even started humming a ditty when he got off the plane.

Now the whole world knows that I only like Jiang Jue!

And the whole world knows that Jiang Jue only likes me!

This shy and brisk feeling made him even want to say hello to everyone passing by.

The number of fans picked up at the Charles de Gaulle airport has not decreased but increased, and there are even many fans of Jiang Jue mixed in.

Qi Lin smiled and signed photos with them one by one, and even took the initiative to hug a few fans who were holding their group photos and magazines.

His embrace was strong and warm, and the girl who was hugged covered her face and cried on the spot.

Amid all kinds of exclamations and screams, he hummed a ditty and returned to his driver's car, all the way back to the set.

Director Jiang, who spent his granddaughter's birthday here with his granddaughter, finally returned to the film crew. The others had a short vacation and apparently recovered.

Jin Qing'er did not return to China, but she also found out about his coming out at the first time, and was sincerely happy for the two of them.

When performing at Shidu Grand Theater back then, I don’t know how many young girls and boys had a crush on Jiang Jue, and even the rest room in the dressing room was always piled with bouquets and gifts.

Jiang Fal looked at the script with his glasses on, and glanced at Qi Lin who came back with makeup on: "Are you in good condition?"

The restrained and tense feeling before has finally disappeared, and I hope that I can get into the role sooner.

This movie was originally a light-budget love and food comedy. Qi Lin's current state of mind fits perfectly with the characters in the play, and he even learned to speak French perfectly.

Jin Qing'er played against him, and gradually felt a difference.

In the past, this buddy was as if he had never been in a relationship. Sometimes he couldn't look into his eyes for too long during the scene, and would turn away in embarrassment.

But now, he is confident and flamboyant, and he feels a little embarrassed when he really starts talking about his lines.

——So, is it such a pleasant thing to be openly in love?

In the next scene, the heroine pretended to leave, but was forcefully saved by the hero. The two began to confess to each other, and even the atmosphere was fired to the hottest moment.

They did not shoot in a studio, but on a street with not much traffic.

The old exterior walls and windows make people go back to the Middle Ages, and there is the sound of mariachi musicians playing guitars in the distance.

The tall recording tube was held in the air, and two photographers carried the camera and followed closely one behind the other.

Jin Qing'er was striding ahead wearing a double-breasted trench coat, when she was suddenly grabbed.

"Are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Luo Su grasped her wrist tightly, unable to break free at all: "Can walking solve all problems?"

Su Ci tried to pull out her hand, glared at him and said, "At least I can leave you!"

The next second, he suddenly let go of his hand.

"Then you go." Luo Su said lightly, "I'll take the ring and use it as a collar for the hamster."

The expression on Su Ci's face was blank for a few seconds, and then he showed an expression of disbelief: "You—"

Luo Su reached out to caress her face and stared into her eyes.

She is his mentor, his best friend, and the person he loves.

At this moment, his slightly cold fingertips held her face, and those eyes were deep and full of emotion, shining like a spring.

"You've always been like this."

When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and tired.

"Whatever happens, I have to bear it alone, and I refuse to bow my head when encountering things, as if I can solve everything by myself."

Su Ci's heart was pierced by him, and he showed an angry look: "Don't worry about it!"

The next second, Luo Su suddenly stretched out his fingertips and touched her lips.

The lines of fingerprints slowly rubbed against her soft lips, as if they were invading the city.

The ruby ​​red lipstick rubbed against his fingertips, and the fingertips were extremely fair.

In front of her face, he kissed his fingertips unhurriedly.

He obviously didn't have direct contact, but he was bewitched as if he was doing something bold and shameful.

Su Ci stared at him blankly, her heart beating uncontrollably.

"If you keep pretending," he said softly, "I'll leave."

"Ca!" Jiang Sun said loudly: "That's it, no need to come again!"

Qi Lin smiled and bowed slightly to her, and the assistant beside him handed him a wet tissue to help him wipe off the red lips on his fingers.

Jin Qing'er came back to her senses, and immediately turned around and went to the nearby McDonald's to wash her face and calm down.

Made, shamefully teased.

The narrative they shot was not coherent. All the shots of the two of them alone were shot first, so maybe they were still filming their first meeting in the morning, and the enthusiastic confession in the afternoon, and returned to the state of cautious contact at night.

Everything follows the overall planning of the venue and the crew. In fact, the state of the characters is fragmented and incoherent.

Jin Qing'er is a seasoned veteran, so she can naturally switch between shy and spicy states seamlessly.

Qi Lin would occasionally NG a few, but most of the time he mastered it very well.

One of the reasons for this trouble is the shooting of various delicacies.

Although the close-ups in food shows and documentaries can be very good-looking, but that kind of beauty is more because of the "art"-like beauty caused by the plate arrangement, and the beauty of the different ingredients listed.

Just like a bowl of salad or a plate of dessert, as long as the chef embellishes the colors like a painter and controls the proportion and division of the picture, the food can be highly ornamental.

The problem is that to make such a movie, it must not only be good-looking like a "art work", but also good-looking "it tastes delicious when you look at it".

It is for this reason that Raphael, as the producer of multiple gourmet variety shows, invited them to focus on shooting related shots in France.

All the shots to show the food were arranged together, and they were all shot in one week.

Qi Lin originally thought that these French people were better at cooking, but later found that it was full of stunts——

Cardboard should be placed between the interlayers of the burger, but the edges of the food will directly cover up the marks, so that whether it is a burger or a muffin, it will look fluffy and plump instead of a soft piece.

Then Jin Qinger poured the toned maple syrup or honey on top, and the camera shot a close-up shot, the golden broken light blended with the heat of the muffins, making it look like people want to drool.

Naturally, the crushed fruit biscuits will not really be sprinkled on top of the yogurt, and they will slowly sink to the bottom under the supervision of Mr. Newton.

So put a whole bowl of gelatin on top of it with a thin layer of yogurt, turn the camera around, and shoot raspberries and granola rings floating on top.

Raphael called his photographer, and with the help of a translator, he kept communicating with Mr. Jiang about the details, and used a brush dipped in special paint to paint on the leg of lamb and steak to make them look more delicious. Juice is fresh.

When the food is not hot enough, hidden dry popsicles are placed in the shelter, so that they look hot and fresh from the oven in the camera.

Qi Lin was shocked to watch them dress up one dish after another like a makeup artist, and then like an advertising liar, he cooperated with Jin Qinger to take pictures of various materials for later selection and editing.

These things turned out not to be tasty at all! !

It's just good looking! !That breadstick is fake! !Even the textures are painted on! !

He patted and almost doubted the authenticity of this world.

No wonder McDonald's hamburgers are so small!the image is only a reference!

Complete!All!yes!special!technology!

At the same time, Jiang Jue went home to accept regular checkups by a private doctor.

Dr. Ye wore a mask and spoke in a calm and unhurried manner: "Are you starting to act as a doctor too?"

"Hmm... Actually, I don't think the acting is very good." Jiang Jue opened his hands cooperatively, stepped on the scale to see the specific number.

"Speaking of which, the character I played was also named Ye." He said casually, thinking that he had been doing pretty well.

The doctor nodded, without saying anything, took the stethoscope and began to listen to his heart sounds.

Jiang Jue thought of something, and asked, "Have you read it?"

"I've watched one or two episodes." Dr. Ye took off his stethoscope and wrote something on the paper: "It's average."

There is no fox that wags its tail at every turn, do you think it is a Samoyed?

Jiang Jue turned his head and glanced at him. He didn't feel offended, but asked seriously, "What do you think can be changed?"

The man's eyes were in contact with him for a few seconds, and he continued to lower his head to organize the medical box.

"A monster isn't like a monster."

Jiang Jue froze for a moment, vaguely sensing something.

"A monster who has lived for more than 600 years is played by you like an ordinary young man." The doctor's tone of voice seemed to reveal a vague accusation, but Jiang Jue's attention was always on the script.

Yes, more than 600 years old, has witnessed countless historical changes, and has come from one dynasty after another.

Even though he looks young and speaks calmly and gently, in fact, there should be elements of age in his body or at home.

The more Jiang Jue thought about it, the more he felt it made sense. He thought that the second season should have more upgrades in all aspects, and asked, "What about other places?"

other?Is that little white hair not as cute as An An?

Dr. Ye squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then said again: "Doctors are not like doctors."

In fact, this kind of questioning is too simple, and there are no basic hints.

Instead, Jiang Jue was opened up and began to think about the problem more comprehensively.

He felt that the first season was indeed a bit of a plot, and more work was needed to create the characters, and the understanding of the profession must be deeper.

After Dr. Ye filled out the receipt form, he asked him to sign it too, and walked away lightly carrying the box.

Leaving Jiang Jue alone at home, he turned on his mobile bank and counted the zeros in each account.

Wei Feng was having a meeting abroad when he suddenly received a message.

"Director Wei, I want to be a producer next season, how much investment do you still need?" 』

Wei Feng's eyebrows twitched, thinking that everyone was rich, he glanced at the talkative Maozi on the stage, and replied a message under the table.

"You want to change the script again? 』

Jiang Jue pursed his lips and smiled, apparently having tasted the sweetness of it.