wind blowing

Perhaps seeing Jing Yu's dissatisfaction, Fu Fenglan said with a smile:

"Filming is like this, everyone works hard for a common goal, makes appropriate concessions and sacrifices, and adapts to each other.

If everyone sleeps in at home and rushes to work when their part is up, the time and money lost will be countless.

The funds for the crew to start work every day are billed by the second, and there is no delay for a day. "

Jing Yu seemed to understand but half understood: "But you worked very hard..."

The sun is so big, you can't move around and you can't sleep, it's really exhausting.

Fu Fenglan said calmly: "It's just sitting and waiting. With this salary, waiting has become one of the jobs. In fact, this is the most pleasant thing. People often stare at the ground and rush forward. Putting your head up and letting go is already a luxury that many people can’t ask for.”

Jing Yu was originally very impetuous and impatient.

Hearing Fu Fenglan's words, he somehow calmed down.

Fu Fenglan was not preaching to him, he really thought so.

While waiting, he slowly flipped through the script, his face was calm, not impatient, and the air around him seemed to have cooled down.

Seeing Fu Fenglan concentrating on reading the script, Jing Yu felt itchy.

Stealthily stretched out his hand.

Using the script as a cover, poke from under the paper.

Staring at the phone, he squeezed his left hand into Fu Fenglan's palm as if nothing had happened.

Fu Fenglan's palms were cool and comfortable.

Unlike him, he was already sweating with his hands.

Jing Yu took the courage to lightly rub his palm with the back of her hand, secretly delighted that the sneak attack was successful.

Just as he was having fun secretly, Fu Fenglan suddenly spread his five fingers, wrapped them around his hand, and interlocked his five fingers.

Jing Yu didn't look up: "..."

Fu Fenglan also didn't look up, and said lightly: "What are you doing?"

Villain Jing Yu complained first: "Aren't you concentrating on reading the script, why are you grabbing my hand?"

Fu Fenglan: "I caught it first?"

"Otherwise," Jing Yu said confidently, "Okay, you rely on your working hours, cheating on public affairs for personal gain, and taking advantage of employees. Is it not too much to accuse you of sexual harassment?"

Fu Fenglan slowly tightened his five fingers: "You want to say that... I don't do anything, it seems to be a loss?"

Jing Yu realized later.

It was as if he had dug a hole for himself and jumped into it.

day.

If you want to pull your hand again, you won't be able to.

Fu Fenglan firmly grasped his hand, and his index finger took advantage of the gap to penetrate into his clenched hand.

In a very aggressive and shameless manner, he scratched his palm.

Scratch lightly, scratch.

Circle, tease.

It has been scratching into people's hearts.

Jing Yu: "..."

He never knew that just scratching someone's palm could be so sensual.

So exciting, so numb.

It makes people shudder.

Especially when there are other people around, staff members and supporting actors, gathering in twos and threes.

In the crowd, the script is covered as a cover, and the hands of the two are underneath, intertwined.

The two of them sat so tightly together that anyone with a heart could find out if they took a closer look.

Such anxiety with fear of being seen.

Suddenly there is a secret, secret pleasure-like excitement.

Jing Yu was flustered, not knowing whether she should pull her hand or not.

The director suddenly picked up the loudspeaker and called Fu Fenglan to enter the stage.

Fu Fenglan let go of his hand, responded, and stood up.

The back of Jing Yu's hand was empty.

While letting out a sigh of relief, he felt a little lost.

Bad luck.

Why is it this time...

Fu Fenglan doesn't have many roles, but his lines are all long sentences.

Acting sitting down is actually more difficult than ordinary roles, because there is no way to express the emotions of characters with exaggerated body movements, and more can only rely on demeanor.

However, Fu Fenglan went through all the shots.

His performance is stretched and relaxed, and the performance traces are very light, making people unaware of the existence of the camera, more like a smooth and natural daily dialogue.

Even Lu Jinting's performance relaxed a lot.

A good opponent actor can drive the atmosphere on the stage.

About an hour later, Fu Fenglan's scene was filmed.

The director seemed very satisfied, patted Fu Fenglan on the shoulder, and told him that he could go back first.

As soon as Fu Fenglan played, Jing Yu ran towards him excitedly.

Fu Fenglan: "Drive back to the dressing room, we'll go back after removing makeup and changing clothes."

Jing Yu actually wanted to continue holding hands with him.

As before, secretly scratching the palm of your hand.

But Fu Fenglan was driving and couldn't be distracted while driving, so Jing Yu held back.

When he arrived at the place, Fu Fenglan had to go upstairs to remove his makeup.

Jing Yu didn't ask for his opinion, and brazenly went up together.

When taking the elevator, relying on no one around, he secretly pulled Fu Fenglan's little finger.

Fu Fenglan looked down, said nothing, and grabbed his hand with his backhand.

Gently pinched the back of his hand, the movement was very light, like pinching a fragile piece of jade.

Strangely, this time she was not angry, but Jing Yu suddenly blushed.

This seemed to be the first time Fu Fenglan responded to him in public.

Secretly coquettish.

Equally cryptic responses.

Joys and secrets that only two people know.

Jing Yu originally thought that Fu Fenglan was taking off her makeup alone, but when she got to the dressing room, she found a boy with exquisite makeup inside.

A very delicate boy, wearing a white T-shirt and beige trousers.

The hair is slightly long, with some natural curls, and her beauty is not inferior to that of some starlets. From a distance, it is difficult to distinguish male and female.

"This is the makeup artist who puts on us every day, Jin Liu," Fu Fenglan introduced, "This is my new assistant, Jing Yu."

The two shook hands politely.

Jin Liu has a soft voice, speaks softly and gently, and does things extremely meticulously.

He asked Fu Fenglan to sit down, emulsified the cleansing oil on his hands, then applied it on Fu Fenglan's face himself, and wiped his face clean with clean water.

If it wasn't for Fu Fenglan's refusal, he would have personally applied the toner and moisturizing lotion on him.

Fu Fenglan wanted to change clothes.

Jin Liu said in a soft voice: "This dress is a bit difficult to take off. There is a strap at the back, which is easy to tear. Shall I help you?"

Fu Fenglan hesitated for a moment.

Jin Liu: "I just made one piece of this set. You still have a show tomorrow. If the strap is torn, it will be troublesome, and you won't be able to make it if you rush to work."

Fu Fenglan said: "Then, thank you."

So Jin Liu walked over step by step, with an easily distinguishable smile on the corner of his mouth.

He stood behind Fu Fenglan, stretched out his slender white hands, and slowly untied Fu Fenglan.

The gestures are so detailed and the movements are so slow, those who don't know it think they are shooting a slow-motion movie.

Jing Yu looked at it for a long time, and suddenly said: "You guys are busy, the room is a little stuffy, I will go out and wait."

He went out.

Standing in the corridor, I didn't know what to do, and I didn't want to play with my phone, so I just stood there in a daze.

After about 5 minutes, Fu Fenglan changed his clothes and came out.

Fu Fenglan: "Go home?"

Jing Yu: "Yes."

The two of them took the elevator downstairs, taking exactly the same steps and standing in exactly the same position as when they came up.

The ambiguous atmosphere was gone.

Jing Yu lowered her head abnormally, and didn't pull his little finger again.

Fu Fenglan turned his head to look at him a few times, and before he could say anything, he reached the first floor.

He got into the car and drove home in silence.

The film and television city is only half an hour's drive away from Fu Fenglan's home.

After parking in the garage, Jing Yu was about to open the car door.

But the moment he pulled it, he heard the sound of the car door being locked.

Fu Fenglan rolled up all the car windows, and said slowly: "I think if there is a misunderstanding, it's better to settle it here."

Jing Yu said nothing.

Fu Fenglan slightly raised his voice: "Jing Yu."

For the first time, he called his full name in such a serious tone: "What do you think, say it. If you don't say it, I don't know anything."

Jing Yu still refused to look back.

So Fu Fenglan turned him around forcefully and lifted his chin.

The moment he saw his flushed eyes, he sighed.

"I know I'm very naive and unreasonable," Jing Yu's voice was muffled, trying to suppress her crying, "but just now I really, almost couldn't help telling him to get away."

Fu Fenglan: "...?"