Hi wife!

Today is the second week of filming for "City·Little Four Seasons", and we have entered the scorching summer.

It was still very hot in July, the sun scorched the ground, and the leaves were no longer so lush, but curled up and wilted, looking like they were about to melt.

The wind came with a heat wave, and it swayed straight to the glass, blowing the transparent glass hot.

Today's scene was filmed at a cafe next to an industrial park. The crew had told the cafe in advance that the venue would be occupied all day, so the cafe didn't have any customers today. The owner of the cafe gave all the crew members a drink I drank coffee, and then stood behind the scenes with the staff to watch the filming of TV dramas, which felt very fresh.

The small cafe was fully occupied by the crew. Fu Xia hid in the air-conditioning and went to brush her phone. She glanced at Cheng Wanyu, who was still filming, and then looked down at her phone.

Ever since the two of them happened to go downstairs for supper, the two of them haven't spoken to each other on WeChat. The latest one is the 200 yuan red envelope that Fu Xia sent to Cheng Wanyu before, and there is no more words .

Fu Xia propped her head up, and she looked at the script book captured on her mobile phone. In fact, she doesn't like to memorize, and she can't memorize these things. Many of them need to rely on prompts from the crew to stumble out. Because she is not familiar with it, so The effect of shooting is a bit 'false'.

Last time Zhou Wen told her to let her act well, and Fu Xia also wanted to really work hard, but her lines skills are not good, and her expression management is not good, so the two weeks of shooting have completely made her see that she and Cheng Wan Where is the gap between metaphors.

If the other party was a young phoenix, then Fu Xia might be a pheasant.

Fu Xiahua held the phone, curled her long hair with her index finger with one hand, and zoomed in on the photos with the other hand, reciting the lines in a low voice.

"Is that your boyfriend? He looks pretty good, but he doesn't look like a good man." Fu Xia read in a low voice: "His hairline is receding, middle-aged is in danger of balding, Yintang is black and his nose is fat , it looks like fate is bad, now it looks good, but in middle age, he must be a bald uncle with kidney deficiency."

Fu Xiahua pulled the phone and continued to mutter in a low voice: "Don't treat me so badly, we are roommates after all, shouldn't I have a say in the people I get along with day and night?"

"Hmm... This is to catch up with her, and then follow her to the company..." Fu Xia frowned slightly, looking at the arrangement in the script, she scratched her head in distress: "It's a long shot."

She is most afraid of this kind of long shot.

At this moment, a cup of cold coffee touched Fu Xia's forearm, making her shiver.

When she raised her head, she saw Cheng Wanyu's eyes. Before that, Fu Xia asked her why she didn't take off her colored contact lenses. Later, she realized that her eyes were so dark that she didn't need to wear colored contact lenses at all.

"Are you reciting lines?" Cheng Wanyu sat on the deck next to her, drinking the coffee in her hand and said, "I just finished filming, so I can take a break."

Fu Xia took the coffee that Cheng Wanyu handed over and thanked her. Although she had been with her for two weeks and had changed her attitude towards Cheng Wanyu, the suddenness was still a bit awkward.

"I'm reading the script, and we're going to have a fight later." Fu Xia held his iced coffee and stroked Wan Yu with a smile, "I think the lines written by this screenwriter are quite interesting, and they look like comic dialogue."

Cheng Wanyu couldn't help laughing and said, "It's an urban light comedy after all."

Her bright black eyes glanced at Fu Xia, and said, "How is your back?"

Fu Xia took a sip of coffee and originally wanted to say that she couldn't memorize it, but seeing Cheng Wanyu's probing eyes, she felt that she couldn't say that she couldn't memorize it. She has been in the arts for more than ten years. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if you couldn't even memorize it?

"It's quite easy to recite," Fu Xia said, "How is your recitation?"

Cheng Wanyu said: "I will remember it after reading it once."

Fu Xia didn't believe it: "Then I'll test you?"

Cheng Wanyu chuckled, looking at her with bright eyes: "Okay, what do you want to test me for?"

At first, Fu Xia thought she was bragging, so she flipped through a few lines and asked her, and found that Cheng Wanyu had indeed said it, and Fu Xia's eyes lit up instantly.

Comparing people to people, it's so annoying, she Cheng Wanyu can read it once, and she stumbles with her mobile phone every day.

Is this the gap between her and Cheng Wanyu?

Fu Xia looked down at the lines, and found a sentence, and looked up at her thievingly: "Scene 150, you and your boyfriend got wet and trapped in the hotel, what did you call me?"

Cheng Wanyu pursed the corners of her lips, her eyes flickered slightly: "'I want to explain to you.'"

Fusha said: "'Explain to me what?'"

Cheng Wanyu: "'I never lie to you, I never tell you that my love is hesitant, because my love is deep and peaceful.'"

Fu Xia was stunned, and looked up at her: "Is there the second half of the sentence?"

Cheng Wanyu said: "This poem has it."

Fu Xia sighed: "So this is a poem, what is it called?"

Cheng Wanyu's eyes were deep, and she said softly, "Maybe, you can check it yourself."

Just when Fu Xia was about to say something, the glass door on the side of the cafe was pushed open by girls in twos and threes. They probably didn't see the [Closed Business] sign hanging outside and walked in naturally.

Fu Xia and Cheng Wanyu sat close to the side door, so the group of girls saw them both at once.

"Cheng Wanyu!"

A girl became excited all of a sudden, and one could see their love and admiration for Cheng Wanyu from their eyes, but when their eyes fell on Fu Xia, they instantly turned into surprise and disgust, and their faces changed brightly. don't hide.

Fu Xia's heart tightened for a moment, she was so familiar with this look, this group of people were Cheng Wanyu's only fans.

In the eyes of the girls, Fu Xia lowered her head and made herself as small as possible, but she was sitting next to Cheng Wanyu, how small could she be?

Several girls surrounded the two of them, but they only asked Cheng Wanyu for an autographed photo, which made Fu Xia feel uncomfortable.

There was a pretty girl with a book looking at Fu Xia. Although she was Cheng Wanyu's only fan, Fu Xia was also a big star. She still wanted to ask Fu Xia for an autograph.

Probably because she sensed the thoughts of the girl next to her, the girl who was bluffing just now stretched out her hand and held down the autograph book she was going to hand to Fu Xia, raised her chin and looked at Fu Xia and said, "Who is this, Yuanyuan, are you Have you never seen a celebrity, why do you want someone's autograph?"

Fu Xia didn't say a word, she took a look at the girl's clothes, it was famous brand from head to toe, and the women's watch on her hand was a global limited edition, about 200 million pieces, a priceless watch.

And looking at her young appearance, Fu Xia guessed that she might be some arrogant and domineering rich second generation. As expected, the girl rolled her eyes at Fu Xia with contempt, and said affectionately to Cheng Wanyu: "Cheng Wanyu Yu, I am your fan, I have been a fan of you for more than a year, last year on your birthday, I paid for a light show for you at the World Trade Plaza, do you remember?"

Cheng Wanyu didn't remember Fu Xia clearly, but she remembered the light show clearly. I heard that the light show alone cost 300 million.

"Remember." Cheng Wanyu looked at her calmly and said, "Thank you for liking me."

The girl looked at Cheng Wanyu with bright eyes, and said excitedly, "It's fate to meet, can we exchange WeChat?"

Cheng Wanyu politely refused: "I'm so sorry, we are working now, can I invite you out?"

What this said made the little rich woman unhappy, she glanced at Fu Xia, who was listening with her ears pricked up, and said with a muffled snort, "It's okay if you don't add friends, it's Cheng Wanyu, you can't follow Fu Xia." Filming together with a vase like Xia, isn't that delaying your future?"

Fu Xia stared at the phone without saying a word. From the reflection of the glass wall, she saw that a girl next to the little rich woman had started to secretly record with her phone. She couldn't provoke this group of people, or the public opinion would scold her to death.

It was searched several times before turning on the phone, Fu Xia really didn't want to provoke Cheng Wanyu's fans anymore.

"If the crew is short of money, tell me. My family has money. I can help Cheng Wanyu choose a better and more suitable actor, instead of a female artist who has nothing but looks." The little rich woman said triumphantly: "It's impossible , I can do it too, it's always been my dream to act with you, but you haven't seen it, I've also acted before."

"At the beginning, I also wanted to enter the showbiz, but being an actor was too hard. My parents didn't agree with it. They thought it was bad for girls to show their faces. Like a certain person, with nothing but appearance, wouldn't that be a great embarrassment to my family?"

The implication is that she feels that people like Fu Xia are embarrassing.

Hearing the little rich woman's chatter, Fu Xia's heart grew colder and colder. As soon as he wanted to get up, he saw Cheng Wanyu standing beside him, walking in front of Fu Xia, blocking the phone camera.

"Have you said enough?" Cheng Wanyu's face was dark, her brows were tightly frowned, her eyes were fierce, and she stared at the little rich woman: "I, Cheng Wanyu, don't admit that such a person is my fan for openly insulting an artist. Removed."

The little rich woman's eyes widened in surprise: "You!!!"

Cheng Wanyu glanced at the other girl who was still secretly recording, and said sharply, "Recording?!"

The little girl was so scared that she hurriedly hid her mobile phone behind her back.

Cheng Wanyu looked at those people coldly: "Get out, we are working now, don't let me call the security guard."

The little rich woman probably didn't expect that Cheng Wanyu would be so fierce to herself for Fu Xia. She thought Cheng Wanyu would treat her differently from other fans for the sake of money. Naturally, she couldn't stand being insulted like this now, little feet Yidou pointed at Cheng Wanyu and said, "Okay, just wait for me!"