Terrorist attacks

Yin Li casually flipped through the script on the table, sighed and said:

"You ticked off so many important points, like a primary school student."

Seeing that he was interested in the script, Sun Wei handed it to Yin Li like a treasure, flipped through two or three pages of his favorite parts, and said with a smile: "These are highlights, writing methods that others would never think of. I'm trying to figure out his structure, But it will probably never reach that depth. Why didn’t your company keep such a person?”

Yin Li patted his back, stretched his hands from the hem of his clothes, touched his bare back, moved up his spine, and finally lifted his shirt up, rolled it up to his chest, and kissed and gnawed on his back as if punishing him. He, Sun Wei didn't know why he went crazy early in the morning, but when he turned around, he saw Yin Li's red eyes.

"You seem to like him a lot"

Sun Wei nodded because he didn't understand, he didn't know what went wrong, it was obviously just out of idol worship, pure admiration, but Yin Li didn't seem to think so.

"The time you stay with me every day is not as long as half the time you spend thinking about this thing..."

Sun Wei stared at him blankly, not understanding the conflict between the two.

Yin Li is more or less worried about Sun Wei, and he hopes that Sun Wei will like him wholeheartedly.He couldn't be sure of his intentions, maybe Sun Wei didn't dislike him, but he was never sure how much affection he had.

He couldn't let anyone take away Wei Wei's little affection for him, even if this person was another self buried in the dark.Sun Wei can like what he writes today, and he can be someone else tomorrow.This is really the most unguaranteed thing in the world. Yin Li never expects these hidden attributes to give him extra points. He longs for Sun Wei to accept and recognize himself in reality. It is Sun Wei's infinite love.

He is eating his own vinegar.

"This is work..." Sun Wei said clumsily, and really didn't know how to explain it, but he could see the shadow in Yin Li's eyes.

He didn't want Yin Li to be sad, so he grabbed his hand on the back of the chair, held it in the palm of his hand, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "I made the porridge when I woke up in the morning, and you liked the side dishes that my mother brought over last time." , I asked about the method of pickling. You were in the study room last night, and I was busy with that. I finally found an empty wine jar in the wine cellar... It’s not what you think. Clear."

Yin Li wanted to roll him into a ball and hugged him tightly. He was so moved that he took Sun Wei's hand instead, put it to his lips and kissed it, and asked, "It's all for me."

Sun Wei nodded, and then shook vigorously:

"No, there is also bone soup for Dabai and Maomao. Maomao needs to exercise his teeth, and the toy bones I usually buy for him don't seem to play well. I specially picked a few big bones, and they have a lot of meat." Sun Wei glanced out the window, Dabai was rolling on the haystack in the small garden, Maomao was lying in the sun, Dabai rolled and rubbed against him, the golden retriever was startled, backed away in shock, a big Flicking his tail back and forth, he finally sat down on his stomach, but Dabai came to provoke him again, put his two front paws on his buttocks, restrained him from behind, and this time the little golden retriever couldn't even move.

"Dabai is too bad, he's bullying Mao Mao again."

After Yin Li sent Sun Wei to the set, he immediately drank two big bowls of bone soup, and then distributed the rest according to Sun Wei's instructions, and took them to the dog house.

He drank the soup secretly, but he was justified.Seeing Dabai bringing a big bone in front of the golden retriever, he immediately patted it on the head, scolded him for being useless, and laughed to himself before finishing his sentence.

Sun Wei only has a few exterior scenes today, which is very simple.

But things changed after lunch, when he chatted with an old actor about Xiao Yi.The master is not the most talented and creative among the old directors, but he must be the most rigorous and sincere.They talked about his award-winning films, about his brilliant approach to color, and finally about the playwrights he worked with.The old man said that he still kept the full version of the handwritten script at home. At that time, he had a lot of roles, and the author specially annotated the positions of the highlights to facilitate his interpretation.

Sun Wei stood up suddenly, sat down again quickly, and said:

"Can you lend me that book? I want to know... what he thinks."

The old gentleman readily agreed.