love is deeper than the sea

. "

Dad took the snowflakes and slapped me on the face: "I'm talking about your sister."

I hooked my dad's knee, and my lower body was slightly bent.Qi sank to the dantian, blood gas surged up, and he shouted violently: "One, two, three, get up!!!"

Dad: "..."

I:"……"

Dad: "Get up?"

I felt guilty: "I didn't get up."

Dad frowned: "What's going on?"

Me: "Waist, there is something wrong with my waist."

Dad squinted at me for a long time, and suddenly his expression darkened: "Tell me the truth, did your kid get fucked by your wife?"

Embarrassed, I said, "We didn't mean to..."

Dad: "Li An is still hurting you like that, and you still say it wasn't on purpose?"

Me: "I really didn't mean to!"

I finally had the opportunity to fulfill my filial piety, but in the end I was given an oolong. I feel very guilty and regretful.Seeing that it was snowing outside again, I had to find a way to get my dad in quickly.Looking around, I saw the Japanese standing not far away, staring at here.

I raised my hand and beckoned: "That Sang, come here and do me a favor!"

When Yamashita saw me, his face was still very ugly, but he still walked over: "What's wrong?"

Me: "Do me a favor, take the director back to the dormitory."

Shan Xia was taken aback, and became a little embarrassed: "Would you like to hug?"

Me: "I can't hold it? The back is fine. Hurry up, don't let him freeze." I reached out and put my father's scarf around his neck, half of his face was covered by the scarf, revealing his beautiful eyes , already sleepy.

Shanshita was urged by me, so he quickly bent down and picked up my father.I saw that the coat my dad had just covered fell on the lawn chair, so I quickly grabbed it and covered him.

The two of us worked together to get Dad back to the dormitory.Dad's bedroom is as big as that of other employees. Except for some simple daily necessities, the other items are all related to movies. The desk is full of drawings and plans designed by him.

I asked Yamashita to put Dad on the bed, then took off his coat and stuffed Dad with a pillow behind his back.

Dad was very tired and grabbed the water on the bedside table to drink.Yamashita said, "This is cold, let me warm it up for you!" Then he took the cup and went out.

I sighed: "This photographer is really courteous, he seems to admire you very much."

Dad said casually: "I don't want to be your dad's royal photographer. I've seen a lot of people like this. My legs are still numb, give me a pinch."

So I took off my coat, sat on the edge of the bed, put my father's long legs on my knees, and slowly rubbed and pushed him: "How is it, does it still hurt?"

Dad is very comfortable: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it's a little sore. Continue."

Me: "I've researched techniques on the Internet, and I'm a professional. But this is my first time giving someone a massage, and Li An never wants me to do it for him."

Dad hummed twice and said in a hoarse voice, "Why?"

Me: "He said he was afraid that I would hit his dead point."

Dad: "Is there such a thing as a death hole?"

I was excited: "Yes, of course! Look, it's here!!"

Dad: "..."

Yinglai Yamashita finished warming the water and came back.Pushing open the door, I found that the atmosphere in the room was strange.

The chief director and the assistant director stared at each other, the chief director's long legs lay across the assistant director's leg, and the assistant director's hand rested between the chief director's legs.

Yamashita: "..."

Deputy director:"……"

Great director: "..."

a long time.

Assistant director: "... lightly, hit lightly."

The great director said slowly: "Did you hit the mark? Does it feel good to poke the boss's dead point?"

Yamashita: "???"

Assistant director: "...stay, leave a whole body."

Yamashita: "???"

The chief director raised his arm, and the assistant director ran away.

The director raised his knife and dropped it, Yinglai Yamashita felt a flash in front of his eyes, and a brown object exuding fragrance wiped his nose away from his eyes, and broke out of the window!

There was a scream outside the window.

People who didn't know the reason gathered together: "Assistant director, what's wrong with you?!"

The assistant director slumped and waved his hands: "Let's go, let's go, don't come to see me."

Everyone: "Assistant director, what's on your head?"

Assistant director: "Hidden weapon. Big hidden weapon."

The corner of Yamashita Yinglai's mouth twitched, and she turned around stiffly, only to find that there was only one leather boot left under the bed of the great director.

The big director sat on the bed and waved his hands: "Where's the water? My mouth feels dry after exercising."

Yamashita: "..."

For the first time, Eito Yamashita realized that there was a slight discrepancy between the great director and the idol in his dream.

When Yinglai Yamashita came out of the dormitory, I turned over and sat up on the grass, resting my forehead with my hands to cover the shoe prints on my head.

Me: "Is he still angry?"

Yamashita: "No. He laughed afterwards."

I breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

Yamashita: "...But, it seems that I laughed so hard that my waist cramped from laughing."

I:"……"

I saw a coat hanging on Shanshita's arm, which looked like the one my father had just covered, and I couldn't help being curious: "Is this coat yours?"

Yamashita nodded.

Me: "Why did your coat get on the director? You don't really want to bribe him, do you?"

Yamashita: "No, I didn't mean that."

Me: "He doesn't like fur coats, change to a woolen one next time."

Yamashita: "Your head..."

I was taken aback for a moment, and found that I had put my hand down unconsciously, and quickly raised it to cover it: "You didn't see it, you didn't see anything."

Yamashita: "Should I call the doctor over to show you? The marks are too deep, and it will be disfigured if you don't see the doctor." After that, the person who called Moxi Moxi called the doctor over.

I've hated him even more since then.

A few days later, Li An was discharged from the hospital and returned to work.The crew members arrived again, and the shooting progress began to advance rapidly.

Li An is fine now, and my dad is taking care of the work, so I feel very relaxed.

In the past few days, there is no need to shoot large-scale fight scenes. The ancient Japanese-style houses have been built, and the crew has moved indoors to shoot literary dramas. As an assistant director, my work has been greatly reduced.

Sometimes when I'm bored, I take out the electric beater.The electric was taken away by my father.

Sometimes I get greedy, so I just eat bowls of noodles and watch them on the set.The bowl was taken away by Dad.

Sometimes when I feel empty, I take out "Speech and Eloquence" and fold an airplane to play.The book was taken away by my father again.

I got angry: "Dad, you said you can fold an airplane for fun!"

Dad: "Let you play secretly! Don't play openly! Brat, you have completely embarrassed your father!"

64. Premiere

Probably because of the fact that I am backed by a big tree to enjoy the shade, I really can’t recall the energy I had when I started an independent film in the film crew, because I feel that no matter what I do, I will always be covered by my father’s huge Buddha light, no matter how hard I try, no one will Will take it seriously.This seriously hit my enthusiasm and made my work more and more chaotic.

Although my dad checks my entertainment tools every day, but because he is too precious to me, he doesn't teach me much.My prestige in the crew is going from bad to worse.

Contrary to me, when Li An returned from injury this time, everyone looked at him completely differently from the past.In the past, everyone thought he was just a little boy who relied on his face for food, but it turned out that this little boy had such a good physical fitness, such a high professionalism, and was low-key and humble. He was so seriously injured by the male lead and laughed it off. The staff on the set had a better and better impression of this handsome mixed-race guy from America.

There are no Jiazi in the mountains, and the year is completely cold.The days passed quickly, and the crew soon came to the end.

The Yamashita-kun who admires my father very much has been dangling in front of my father for the past few months, working hard.In addition to completing the tasks assigned to him by his father, he would also pass tea and fetch a towel from time to time. The attitude of the Japanese seems to be respectful and sincere, but I always feel that he is a little bit wrong.

Because whenever I approached my dad, he gave me a stern look.

Every time I go in and out of Dad's bedroom, he has the expression that the sky is falling.

If I dared to put the shrimp in my bowl into Dad's bowl, his eyes would be cracked, and he would burst into anger, almost erupting.

What the hell is this kid doing?Are you secretly in love with me?

It suddenly dawned on me, no wonder he was so angry when he saw me kissing Li An last time.

As a handsome male killer, I am under a lot of pressure.

In order for him not to waste time on me, once the set was off work, I waved to him: "That Sang, come here."

Yamashita was full of doubts, but he still came over with a frown: "Assistant Director, what's the matter?"

Me: "Yamashita-san, how old are you?"

Yamashita: "36."

Me: "I can't tell. Are you taking good care of yourself? Do you wear baby powder?"

Yamashita: "No paint. Assistant director, what do you want to say?"

Me: "Okay, long story short. Yamashita, don't waste your time on me, you have no chance."

Yamashita tensed his jaw: "Why did the assistant director say that?"

Me: "You are too old."

Yamashita: "..."

Yamashita was a little aggrieved: "36 years old is not too old for a man."

Me: "But compared with me, you are still old."

Yamashita: "..."

Yamashita clenched his fists: "Where there is a will, there is a way. Assistant director, as long as there is a chance, I will not give up."

Me: "I also want to make myself less handsome, so I will give you a chance. But every morning when I wake up, I will find myself more fucking handsome. What do you think should I do?"

Yamashita: "...the assistant director is too confident."

Shaking his head: "With Rejoice, you are so confident. You are not worth having."

Yamashita: "..."

Under my earnest persuasion, Yamashita-kun not only did not give up, but even worsened.I often take the opportunity to ask my father for advice on the seat arrangement to pick up