Are sand sculpture trench fans distracted today?

When I didn't even figure out the psychology of the characters, I really couldn't shoot satisfactory clips.

Song Nuan took off her costume and put it aside, took a few sips of the warm water brought by Bu Shengdi dejectedly.

"When did Brother Qi Xia and Yan Yan leave?"

He scanned around several times but didn't see anyone, he held the bottle to warm his hands, and asked casually.

"When the director called to stop for the second time."

Bu Shengdi put two hot water bottles in his arms, and wrapped a thickly stitched scarf around him: "Mr. Zeng came over just now... It seems that we didn't get to chat, Brother Qixia left .”

Of course, he knows what kind of temper his manager has. He is not a virgin or a white lotus, and he can even be said to hold a grudge.

Even if that incident didn't lead to any bad consequences, he might not be able to let it go easily, let alone taking the life of his seriously ill wife.

"That's right."

Song Nuan nodded knowingly.

In the few trial shoots just now, both of them had emotional problems. Meng Lian was faster than him, so he stopped the director first to ask for advice. After asking for a long time, he bowed to express his gratitude.

Here, Song Nuan squatted down until his legs became numb. Seeing that his teammate was finally willing to let him go, he rushed over and took out the script that he had annotated so that he could hardly see the color of the paper.

He pointed to the paragraphs he highlighted in red, and said with a sad face: "I don't quite understand this, can you teach me?"

According to Song Nuan's current ability, there is no way to complete the episode purely by acting, and more is just to substitute himself into the scene, assuming that he is Shen Zhiju.

So when you can't understand some of the actions of the characters, of course you can't talk about the word "into the play".

The problem he raised has actually been discussed with the director many times, but it has not been resolved.

If I ask again now, I am just in a hurry.

"Xiao Nuan, I know you're unsure. But we've discussed this matter more than once, and we haven't seen any results."

The director patted him on the shoulder to express his relief, and after a pause, he said:

"But it's hard to put it bluntly. After all, the number of your roles can't be compared with the protagonist's. Even if we push this part to the end, there's not much time left."

"I know how busy young artists are these days. Your agent has asked several times when the filming will be finished... If I can't explain it to you, it's best to ask the screenwriter. It saves you from procrastinating too long. Delay your next trip."

Looking at the person in front of him, he felt that he still didn't understand after asking so many times, so he didn't plan to explain it himself.

Song Nuan pursed her lips and lowered her eyes, and replied in a low voice.

Since Su Changle's birthday party last time, he and Tong Huaiyin have exchanged contact information, and have been sending messages intermittently.

Although the other party looks gentle and cheerful, in fact, he is more like a person who is not very easy to get in touch with.Usually, he is not salty or light on most topics, and only talks a little more when talking about Jin She.

But recently, especially after the filming of "Snow and Sun", this person seemed to have disappeared from Song Nuan's list.

Although the screenwriter's job after writing the script is leisurely, most of them will show up from time to time, accepting a few young actors to say "teacher is hard work", it doesn't make sense that they can't find people like they are now.

And the most bizarre thing is that any staff member of the crew seems to be familiar with this phenomenon.

After Song Nuan finished the routine video call with Su Changle at night, she sighed and switched back to the WeChat chat interface again, wanting to see if Tong Huaiyin still ignored her.

As a result, before he could bring the dialogue between the two of them to the front, a voice call popped up on the other side.

He didn't have the habit of turning on the mute, so he was somewhat frightened by such a sudden shock in the middle of the night.

"Where are you now?"

The network over there seems to be not very good. When Song Nuan first picked it up, he listened to the sound of electricity for a long time.

However, singing and dancing idols like him who have been singing and dancing for many years are often more sensitive to hearing. Tong Huaiyin's voice is not considered popular, so it is easy to distinguish it.

Song Nuan didn't hesitate, and quickly reported the name of the hotel and elicited her needs by the way.

"There is a point in the story that I can't figure out. When you have time, can you talk to me?"

"…Can."

After Tong Huaiyin was silent for a while, he gave a brief answer, and added after a while: "I can talk now, as long as you have time."

"Have!"

Song Nuan, who was already planning to wash and sleep, suddenly jumped up from the bed, frantically turned on the desk lamp and flipped out the script: "It's not that there is no other way out for Shen Zhiju to jump from the tower after being taught by the sixth prince to be a man. Why... "

"Xiao Nuan, wait a minute."

The questions he had accumulated in his mind for several days hadn't been fully output before the other party pressed the pause button first.

It was very late at night now, and the corridors of the hotel were empty without even the sound of footsteps.Tong Huaiyin also seemed a little embarrassed, but she still spoke out.

"I'm in a bit of trouble right now, can I have an interview with you?"

Song Nuan was taken aback: "Now?"

Tong Huaiyin didn't answer, it was a default.

"emmmmm okay."

The desire to quickly film the suicide scene finally overcame the bed love, not to mention that there seems to be only one night scene about Shen Zhiju tomorrow, even if he can't come back as soon as possible, it's okay.

Song Nuan began to put clothes on her body carefully, tilted her head and sandwiched the phone between her face and shoulders.

"Give me a location, and I'll be there right away."

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Song Nuan took her to her small apartment. It was dark outside, even where there was light, it was dim.

So he only realized after entering the door and turning on the headlights in the living room that Tong Huaiyin's entire face was pale, and even his eyes were red.

"What's wrong with you?"

He was startled, and hurried to the kitchen to pour someone a glass of warm water.

"Actually nothing."

Holding the cup, Tong Huaiyin took two small sips, her voice low, like a bullied animal: "That's right... I broke up with Jin She."

Su Changle had mentioned to him some things about these two people before, it has been eight years since the third year of high school.Although there have been many twists and turns in the middle, it seems that this is the first time they have separated like this.

He can't get involved in other people's affairs without knowing the inside story.

Song Nuan looked at his nose, nose and heart, a little unsure of what to say in the current situation.

Fortunately, Tong Huaiyin couldn't help but froze like this, pursing his lips and looking anxious: "I want to live here for a while, don't tell General Manager Su, is it okay?"

After all, Song Nuan was no longer the little scumbag who struggled to spend hundreds of dollars before, and the other party's request was not too much for him.

But at the same time, an original author plus screenwriter who just bought the copyright to shoot a TV series, would he be so strapped that he couldn't even afford to rent a house?

He felt strange in his heart, but he didn't say yes so quickly.

Over there, Tong Huaiyin understood what this attitude meant, and added with a wry smile: "Now Jin She is going all over the street to find out where I have been. I don't want to be found so soon, so I called you."

This reason sounds quite reasonable.

But in fact, it is Tong Huaiyin's predicament alone.

If there is no guarantee or benefit, who would not open their eyes to offend a rich young master like Jin She?

The person opposite was a few years older than Song Nuan, so he could see his concerns clearly.

"The books under the name of my author ID have been considered bestsellers in recent years, and there will definitely be opportunities for film and television in the future."

Tong Huaiyin promised like this: "As long as you can help me this time, all the IPs that I write as screenwriters in the future will leave a place for you in the protagonist or important supporting roles."

——This temptation is too great.

At this moment, Song Nuan scolded herself for being ignorant ten thousand times in her heart, she firmly controlled her head that wanted to nod, and jerky used the half-baked negotiation skills taught by Su Changle before, and it took a long time to hold back a question: "Then?"

"Are you still not satisfied..."

Tong Huaiyin muttered in surprise, and after thinking for a while, he put up a bargaining chip: "If Jin She finds out about this and wants to embarrass you, I will absolutely stop it."

Song Nuan: "! Deal."

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