early bird sold out

There are some completely different things in the world that can give people the same feeling, such as a fountain pen that suddenly ejects ink, a room temperature soda that loses its bubbles, a delayed flight, and Mondays on weekdays.

Today is Monday.

Although the concept of workday and rest day is completely different from others for the crew whose day and night are almost upside down, after confirming the date on the mobile phone again, Du Liang still expressed his gratitude to a certain bodyguard who was sitting leisurely reading a book. Expressed his confusion: "Don't you even have to go to work?"

The bodyguard replied: "I'm at work."

The big director twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with a sneer: "No wonder people outside say that Xingyan is about to die, and I think so."

The bodyguard turned another page without changing his expression.

It was too late last night, and the start time of the next day was arranged later for everyone to repair.But this is only because today's shooting scene is indoors without light, and the weather has no effect at all.

If it was an outdoor daytime scene, the No. 1 torturer director might have let everyone stay up all night until tonight.

Du Liang likes to shoot stories in which multiple branches advance together to promote the plot. Although the actors used to be under a lot of pressure, because the roles are allocated, the pressure will be allocated accordingly.The movie I am shooting now also has several narrative lines, but the proportion of the protagonist's role has been greatly increased, as you can tell from the name-this movie is called "V".

Xi Zhao asked what the ending of Xia Zhizhu V was, but the answer he got was: I don't know, the director hasn't written it yet.

It sounds really unreliable, but from another perspective, when a director can attract so much investment and so many people around him with only a half-paper outline of the script that is illusory and does not know what story he wants to tell, I believe he may also Not too stupid a thing.

"Don't you think it's time for you to go?" asks the director, who is not stupid but unreasonable.

"V is thinner again, which is in line with the image setting in the film, but he shouldn't be so thin now."

Xi Zhao finally raised his gaze from the page.

Du Liang's expression was very serious: "Xia Zhizhu is a gifted actor who is experienced. Once he enters the show, his level of immersion has surpassed most people I have seen. Your presence is very helpful to improve his acting skills. But every time after spending some time with you, he always has to make more efforts to drive the reality of Xia Zhizhu out of his body, and then re-immerse into V's spiritual world. This is painful and dangerous, I bet he has more white hair now than I let him dye it."

It was similar to what Xia Zhizhu said, but more cruel and real.

Even though Xi Zhao had already guessed about this, he still twitched his eyelashes uncontrollably after hearing it.

Du Liang said very bluntly: "He has suffered much more than you can see, Mr. Xi. At this time and place, you shouldn't appear to hinder him."

"Or—" Du Liang narrowed his eyes, "Actually, you don't care what he shoots or how he shoots, and you come here just to use him as a shield to do your own business?"

Xingyan's current situation is very complicated, only Xia Zhizhu knows nothing, and still believes that Mr. Xi is invincible.

And obviously so many people were looking up their heads expecting Xi Zhao to fall from the high seat, but he actually avoided everyone's eyes and ears, and unknowingly became the "bodyguard" of a certain starlet.

Xi Zhao has no interest in proving himself to outsiders, he just lowered his eyelids and replied: "I don't like to lose."

From childhood to adulthood, what Fu Yu taught him is that he can only win. Once the idea of ​​losing is born, the rest is a dead end-distorted and extreme, but because he has been with him for too long, it has already become Xi Zhao's life creed .

For the first half of his life, he seemed to have been running in the middle of a thousand-meter race, briefly crossing the moment of ease from the starting line. Before returning to China, Xi Zhao began to feel difficult to breathe and his legs were filled with lead.

The road ahead is out of reach, and there are wolves around behind him. He is in the most painful extreme and is struggling with everyone including himself.It will be terrible if he loses his breath at this time, because he will completely let go of the string in his heart, and he will never, never be able to run again.

He persevered hard, getting deeper and deeper step by step... It wasn't until Xia Zhizhu came to him that the situation began to change.

Du Liang raised his eyebrows: "Can you accept losing?"

"No," Xi Zhao said, "I will win for him."

Du Liang still wanted to talk, but suddenly the closed door was knocked twice, he turned his head in silence, said "Come in", Xia Zhizhu pushed the door open and walked in.

Is the rest time given to you so that you can fall in love!

Du Liang shut his mouth, not wanting to look at the two of them any more, left without touching the ground without saying "only 10 minutes".

Xia Zhizhu respectfully watched the boss leave, turned around and sat beside Xi Zhao, and asked in a low voice, "Is the director angry?"

Xi Zhao put down his book and took Xia Zhizhu's hand, shaking his head lightly: "He may also be homesick."

Xia Zhizhu smiled, and put the other hand that was not held on top of their clasped hands.

"Don't you have to go to work?" He once again curiously asked everyone's most curious question.

"I'm working now."

The same answer, but the attitude is more than [-] times better than when he answered the first time just now.

Xia Zhizhu was a little embarrassed: "I mean my job."

Xi Zhao propped his chin and tilted his head to look at him, unable to tell whether it was funny or serious: "What if I say, I want to give up my job?"

Xia Zhizhu blinked: "Don't you like being the boss?"

Xi Zhao lowered his eyes and pinched his fingertips, ambiguously: "This is my first time as a boss."

No wonder he was under so much pressure, Xia Zhizhu thought.

But I acted so well, Xi Zhao thought.

"You can do whatever you want."

Xia Zhizhu looked at him seriously: "Mr. Xi is always right."

Stay forever, cute beyond measure.

Xi Zhao wanted to laugh, but as soon as he lowered his eyelids, the emotion in his words dropped dramatically: "But then I will have no income and no place to live."

Who else doesn't know that the president of Xingyan is a renter, and now let's emphasize it again with a loudspeaker in your ear.

Xia Zhizhu said without hesitation, "It's the same as me..."

Before he finished speaking, he sensed his incomprehensible style, and not only him, even Xi Zhao was silent again because of his dullness.

Xia Zhizhu said in embarrassment: "No, you are not mine, mine...are you, I can pay you a salary."

After saying that, he suddenly felt uncertain, and asked in a low voice, "How much is the rent?"

Xi Zhao whispered the number in his ear.

Xia Zhizhu's eyes widened: "Is this rent? Isn't your landlord Mr. Xiao Yu?"

Yu Jianyi wouldn't be so bold as to ask his boss to help him repay the mortgage, right?

Xi Zhao: "Very likely."

Xia Zhizhu became distressed.

He is still in the second starting stage of his career, and Miss Ci received few but good notices for him. Although according to the current income level, he can recruit Xie a few months' rent, there is not much else left. If...

"I lied to you." Xi Zhao bent his index finger and tapped his forehead.

"Always like this, believe everything you say."

Xia Zhizhu opened his mouth and closed it again.

He also wanted to say a love story of "only for you", but it didn't seem to be the case.

There are not many people who Xia Zhizhu cares about, but he is equally kind to everyone.The idiot only knows half of the world, he can't lie, he just feels that he is really special to Xi Zhao, but Xia Zhizhu can't tell what is special.

But before he could come to a conclusion, Xi Zhao suddenly said, "I'm leaving, and I've booked a ticket for tonight."

Surprisingly, Xia Zhizhu didn't have too many surprises about this matter.

He just tilted his head and looked at Xi Zhao quietly for a while, then looked at the mural in front of him side by side with the man, and said very peacefully: "I'm very happy that you can come. Don't think too much, I will miss you .”

He seems to have guessed what the director said before he came, and it seems that he just wants to tell Xi Zhao to go about his own business with peace of mind.

Regardless of the answer, Dumb Bamboo might not be as dumb as they thought.

Xi Zhao clenched Xia Zhizhu's hand tightly.

"I'm going to leave Xingyan for a while."

In fact, it’s okay not to tell Xia Zhizhu anything. Xi Zhao is used to single-handedly fighting and solving everything silently. If Fu Yinwei hadn’t invited him to clean up the current mess, Xi Zhao would not have declared war on the high-level officials before. will do.

He is not used to talking, but this is the first time, Xi Zhao feels that he may be able to share all his cunning and not cunning with another person.

"Do you know why Xingyan is called Xingyan?"

Xia Zhizhu recalled the rumors he had heard before, and tentatively replied: "Because Ms. Fu's husband is named Gu Yan, and her son is named Gu Chenxing?"

Xi Zhao nodded: "The star is sitting on my chair now."

He paused, and added: "There will be his chair soon."

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

Many animals in nature are very good at predicting the weather, as are individual plants.Even though the windowless brick walls and concrete steel bars completely blocked the outdoor skylight, making people unable to see the thick dark clouds in the sky, Xia Zhizhu still seemed to have noticed something, and asked softly: "Is it going to rain? "

Xi Zhao let out a "huh" and was suddenly possessed by a primary school student. He raised his hands and built a triangular "umbrella" on Xia Zhizhu's forehead.

There was a slight smile in his eyes, and what he said seemed to be a word of love, but also more like a promise: "I hope Xia Zhizhu will never get his eyelashes wet."

Xia Zhizhu's face suddenly turned red.

He remembered last night that his eyes were red and ready to cry, Xi Zhao leaned over to kiss his eyelashes, comforting him tenderly, but coaxing him, this man lost his mind.

Xia Zhizhu was tortured so hard by him that he rarely felt revenge. He pressed his lips against the other's tightly closed eyelids, squeezed the ridiculously long eyelashes, and pulled them ferociously.

Childish and useless revenge, and because of too little strength, I don't know if Xi Zhao is aware of it.

But no matter whether Xi Zhaoji remembered before, when he looked at Xia Zhizhu at this moment, the warmth in his eyes was not constricted, only warm.

10 minutes until the end of 5 minutes.

The "umbrella" fell back, and Xia Zhizhu took the initiative to hold it, and interlocked his fingers.

Nose tip to nose tip, build a new umbrella for them to cling to each other and whisper love under the umbrella.

In other words, take the time to hold hands and kiss.