you come a little closer

The gray car was driving on the dilapidated street.

Gu Qingming answered her seriously: "I want you to see clearly that she is not suitable for you, so stop being emotional."

She paused, turned her head slightly, and said playfully, "You don't want to ask me how I knew they were here?"

Lin Miaoyin has her own Weibo account with hundreds of thousands of fans. She likes to share her daily life on it, especially related to Liang Jing'an, and manages sophisticated character designs.

It is not difficult to know.

The tree shadows on the street flitted across Yu Cong'an's face, and the shadows and long eyelashes blended together. She said, "It's not because of her that I don't hype Tan Yi."

Gu Qingming smiled: "To tell the truth, I don't really believe it. But you have also seen it. After breaking up with you, you still come to Lin Miaoyin's art exhibition leisurely. Is this kind of person worth it?"

After finishing speaking, she firmly gripped the steering wheel, her tendons bulging, and added: "My conditions are not as good as yours, and my luck is not as good as yours. This is what I will do in this life. Don't get me wrong, I am not jealous when I say this. But I don't want to see you trapped by love, being played around like a fool by her, and finally wasting my life instead."

Gu Qingming was originally a singer, so she didn't pay attention to the hardware on her face.But it's different when she changes careers as an actor. She looks pretty, but she's still far from the passing line for an actor, and she's never been given the role of a female lead.

"Thank you for your kindness," Yu Cong'an said in a light tone, "I don't like to immerse myself in the past and nostalgia, I thought you knew this."

"Well, it seems that I am worrying unfoundedly. I am afraid that you will not be able to get out." Gu Qingming looked a little annoyed, and when he saw Yu Cong'an's expressionless expression, he said: "Forget me, I won't do it again next time." so."

She raised her lips and smiled flatteringly: "I'm doing this for your own good."

Her eyes are full of sincerity, which is a small thing after all.Yu Cong'an leaned his head against the window, unable to see his expression clearly under the shadow, and said lazily, "Drive well."

Gu Qingming smiled: "Decree."

It got dark very quickly in March and April, and due to the weather, when the car returned to the set, there was not much bright color in the sky.

After Yu Cong'an got off the car, Gu Qingming didn't drive back, but stared at her back carefully, without the playful look on his face just now.

After a long time, she took out her mobile phone, swiped down to a WeChat account, and tapped the keyboard lightly with her fingers.

The residential building and the studio are very close to each other, separated by a left and right fork.Yu Cong'an didn't go left, but raised his legs to go to the set.

Because the company has something to deal with, sister Lei returned to Linchuan two days ago, and the return date is uncertain. She is also alone when she goes back, which is not interesting.

The wind was blowing on the set.

The actors set up a stove to warm up the fire, and all gathered together to chat and gossip.

There are not many gossips in the crew of "Desire", everyone is more Buddhist, but the crew next door is brilliant, this actor crawls on the bed, that actor hooks up, it's black and dark.

This is normal, the book of capital operation, not to mention actors, I am afraid that even the director can't help himself.

Yu Cong'an just listened without saying a word, fiddled with the red-hot coal balls with pliers from time to time, then leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes slightly.

The actress next door noticed her movements and hurriedly pulled a blanket over her lap, "Don't catch a cold, Mr. Yu."

"Thank you."

Yu Cong'an thanked with a smile.

There were girls' soft voices next to her ears, she couldn't help but want to sigh, the clear wind was blowing towards her face, and she could faintly smell a familiar smell.

Hands feel cold.

She opened her eyes, Tan Yi sat down beside her, looked down, and there were several candies wrapped in geometric shapes lying in her palm.

The wind was blowing on Tan Yi's face, she smiled: "Teacher Yu, I heard that sweets can secrete more dopamine. Try it?"

Tan Yi's eyes are beautiful, especially when she smiles, the lying silkworm touches the embellishment, and she will unconsciously show a flattery.

Yu Cong'an peeled off the sugar coating and put one in his mouth.

It is a sweet fruit candy.

The sweetness is moderate and the taste is okay.

The flames in the furnace were getting higher and higher, but the actors all dispersed to film, and finally there were only two of them left.

Yu Cong'an pursed his lips, still feeling the sweetness, and glanced at her, "Where did you see that?"

Tan Yi put her hand back into her coat pocket, met her gaze, and said slowly: "Intuition."

In fact, it is not entirely intuition.

She went back and forth, and although she didn't talk much on weekdays, she was not completely silent, but today she really played the role of a listener.

She saw her right away.

It's like a cloud-covered night sky with dim stars, when you look up, your sight lands on that dazzling star.

Yu Cong Ando glanced at her.

Neither of the two continued to talk, she closed her eyes and continued to let her thoughts go blank.

Not long after, the "from 1 to the end" group chat that had just quieted down began to boil again.

……

the next day.

Yu Cong'an and Tang Qiujie just finished a rivalry scene.

It was a rare sunny day, and the warm light shone on him, making him very comfortable. Yu Cong nestled in the chair, lying comfortably.

Although she was wearing cheap and rough clothes, she couldn't hide her temperament. When she squinted her eyes slightly, she looked like a cat basking in the sun in the backyard.

Still long-haired, the white kind.

Tang Qiujie didn't know why she suddenly had such an association. Looking at her, she sighed and said with a smile, "It's also fortunate that we are making a movie. With a daughter-in-law like you, I can't bear to beat and scold her."

The mother-in-law in the play disliked Lan Meng for not being able to give birth to a child. She was humiliated and tortured, and turned a blind eye to her son's domestic violence and gambling.

Yu Cong'an stroked the jaw line with his fingertips, agreed with her words, smiled lightly, "Me too."

Tang Qiujie was very talkative, and when she was bored, she talked about the things she used to do in the film crew.

She had just obtained her certificate recently, and she originally took on a role in the group, but she met Wang Linke after being brought here.

Speaking of this, Tang Qiujie couldn't help boasting: "Our director Wang has a good vision."

Yu Cong'an put away his lazy expression and looked at Tang Qiujie: "Sister Jie, so you are very familiar with the group acting circle?"

Tang Qiujie said modestly: "It's not counted. The group of ensemble performers changes every day, but those who can persist are familiar."

Yu Cong'an sat up straight and was about to continue asking, but was suddenly interrupted by a loud noise.

In the distance, a huge group of people walked over carrying the machine, followed by a heavy truck slowly behind them.

"This is…?"

Soon someone explained their doubts: "The crew next door, who came to our borrowed place to film, don't you know, oh yes, you have been filming all morning."

The film next door is also a modern drama.

Due to the schedule of the actors, there are a few scenes where it is not easy to go to the back row, and the setting time is too long, so I came here to borrow a ready-made one.

Yu Cong'an nodded lightly and didn't pay much attention.

"no!"

"Again!"

"Ugh……"

Hearing the voice from the crew next door, someone kowtowed melon seeds and said, "Huh? The requirements are quite high, as expected of Director Wang's junior."

The director of the crew next door happens to be Junior Brother Wang Linke.

"Wow," someone said after spitting the melon seeds into the trash can, shaking his legs, "That's their leading actor. Just... Hey, remember, the one who came over to talk the night we had hot pot."

Chen Zhanghong.

Yu Cong'an quickly matched a face, she was not interested, and the nib of the pen continued to walk on the paper, when someone next to her suddenly called her name and said, "Director Wang is calling you."

"Just come."

She took the pen cap out of the paper, put it on, glanced at Wang Linke's direction, got up and walked towards him.

Wang Linke asked her to go to discuss that the first scene in the afternoon should be moved forward. Yu Cong'an said that there was no problem. As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Zhanghong walked over with a gloomy face.

He tugged on his tie, glanced at Yu Cong'an, and asked casually, "Xiao Yu looks quite relaxed, doesn't she need to film?"

Yu Cong'an smiled: "Talk to Director Wang about something."

Chen Zhanghong asked again: "When are you going to end? I'm going to watch the show, just to study."

"It's not a coincidence," Yu Cong'an said calmly, "In the afternoon, I probably won't be able to catch up."

He looked stunned, and then looked at Wang Linke with a frustrated tone: "Oh, I'm really sorry, Director Wang, the people who acted with me really let me play too much."

Wang Linke didn't care if he didn't need the studio over there all day today, and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him and said, "It's okay, just get used to it for a while."

Chen Zhanghong sighed again.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes swept over Yu Cong'an, and he suddenly said: "I heard that Xiao Yu's acting skills are quite good..."

His tone was straightforward: "Director Wang, don't you mind borrowing someone to help us? Maybe I can find the feeling if I play against Xiaoyu."

Yu Cong'an suddenly wanted to sneer.

No wonder when he asked her when the next scene was, he released a cock, which was actually to cut her off and prevent her from making excuses to refuse.

Before she could speak, the smile on Wang Linke's face faded a lot. She glanced at him and said, "It's not good to be unfamiliar, Xiao Chen, hurry back and continue shooting."

"What's the matter? Director Wang, don't underestimate me, my understanding is not bad, maybe..." He smiled at Yu Cong'an: "Let's match up, one can pass."

Wang Linke's tone was unclear: "Good understanding?"

He laughed: "Just kidding, but it shouldn't be too bad."

"Okay."

Wang Linke looked away from him impatiently, looked at Yu Cong'an and said, "Xiao Yu, you can teach him." Then, someone called Tan Yi over.

Chen Zhanghong said: "There is no need for anyone to watch the show, Xiaoyu will do."

"You have a good sense of understanding, do you think it's enough for them to take pictures?" Wang Linke didn't want to offend anyone, but her expression couldn't help but be serious, "Is there a problem?"

Chen Zhanghong was embarrassed.

Wang Linke naturally knew what he was up to, and he hated these nasty things the most, let alone when they happened right under his nose.

Yu Cong'an naturally has a way to refuse him, but it is a good thing to have someone block him for him.

She asked calmly, "Director Wang, what kind of play is it?"

He actually wanted to call Tan Yi over.

"Kissing scene."

ha? ? ?

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The author has something to say:

Tan Yi: Teacher Yu, choose him or me.

Yu Cong'an: Huh.