I didn't know the meaning of the song at first [entertainment]

Wearing a white undershirt, a beautiful woman with hair and make-up curled up on the sofa with her legs hugged.

"Well, I'm ready anyway..."

"The boss said, tell you to restrain your temper and take good pictures..."

"I know, I know, why don't you just bear with that? How much do you want to compete with me because of the fans? It's a joke, I can't even change this script, but he still wants to change it, dreaming..."

"As long as you know it, finish the filming well and wait for the red..."

"Hey, it seems to be back, why does it seem to be a different car?"

Before the black business car came to a complete stop, the young boy lifted the big bag under his feet and slung it over his shoulder, holding the padded jacket in his hand, pushed open the passenger door and jumped down.Without stopping, he opened the rear door, reached in and grabbed a padded jacket, and ran into the set with two pieces of clothing in his arms.

The man in the white down jacket jumped out of the car first, holding the unzippered clothes in front of him.

"Bai Hao, are you really not cold?"

Small snowflakes floated in the sky again, and it fell on his shoulders and melted into a small dot. He couldn't help shrinking his neck while talking.

"It's already the beginning of spring, where can it be so cold? My body doesn't even have this effect? ​​Is it too contemptuous?"

Bai Hao's hand in his trouser pocket was clenched into a fist and he pressed it lightly, the warmth from his thigh passed through the thin fabric to his cold fingertips.

The long hair was blown by the wind, and it was scattered in front of the eyes and back of the head. The hands holding the down jacket were raised behind the head, and the hair was pulled into a ponytail at random. The contrast between the black hair and the white knuckles was strong.

"I don't know how much meat you think you have? You have been clamoring to lose weight since college. After so many years, I think you still don't have a correct understanding of your body."

"Get ready, where are the leading actors and actresses? Everyone is ready to start filming..." The voice in the room was infinitely amplified through the loudspeaker and reverberated inside and outside the small courtyard.

"The nickname of this little speaker is really not covered..."

Walking into the set, the big bag carried by the small speaker has been opened, and their usual utensils are placed on the small table behind the monitor.

The red tea pot is paired with the tea set with azure cicada wings, like a new sun just emerging from the sky after the rain, talking about the present and the future.

A woman in a white coat stood by the door and respectfully called "Hello Director".

The two sat in front of the monitor, one behind the other, and the sound of hurried footsteps continuously spread from the other end of the corridor to the sidelines.

A man in a beige gown hurried in and stood aside, his chest heaving violently, and the sound of heavy panting surrounded his ears.

The two people in front of the monitor stared at the screen without squinting, and the director held up the board and buckled it, and started the first shooting of the day.

"25 indoor games, one shot, the first time."

"Action"

The hostess leaned against the end of the bed and slowly slid her seat to the floor along the bedposts. Her shoulders rested on the foot of the bed and she raised her trembling hands to cover her entire face. After sobbing a few times, crystal tears continuously overflowed from her fingers.

The male lead, whose breath was still not stable, pushed open the door, rushed to the female lead, and took her into his arms.

"division……"

"CUT!"

The long-haired man didn't look up, and pointed to the position where the male lead was standing just now, meaning to start over again from here.

"Indoor 25 rounds, one shot, second shot."

……

"CUT"

……

"25 indoor games, one shot, tenth time."

"CUT!"

The male protagonist tore off his collar, walked to the monitor, and tapped on the top of the monitor: "Director, tell me how you want to shoot?"

His gaze scanned the two people in front and behind, and finally settled on the face of the long-haired man sitting in front who kept calling "CUT".

Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, making her face as small as a palm, and the peach blossom eyes with upturned tails shone with a sly light.

"How do you say to shoot? I just came here, I don't know. You guys have been filming for so long, and you've been busy for more than a day, right? Isn't it the right scene?"

The small trumpet brought over a small cup of bright red tea soup.

"Director Pei, drink some water to moisten your throat."

"My name is Yu Qian, and I'm the assistant director. This is Pei Wanchu's assistant director, and that's director Bai Hao. I'll give you 10 minutes to play against the heroine, and we'll film later."

Pei Wanchu took the teacup and drank it down in one gulp. She turned the chair around and held the cup with her elbows on her lap. Bai Hao took the cup and refilled him with another cup of hot tea.

The male protagonist standing behind the monitor, watching Pei Wanchu's slightly protruding back, frowned more and more, took two deep breaths and turned to walk towards the female protagonist sitting by the bed.

Bai Hao pursed his lips and picked up his teacup, the two of them looked at each other without saying a word.

The male protagonist stood in front of the carved wooden bed with the script in his hands. The two of them stared blankly at the lines, and 10 minutes passed quickly. Pei Wanchu cleared his throat and turned around.

"25 indoor games, one shot, No. 11 times."

"Action"

……

"CUT."

After Pei Wanchu called CUT, he lazily said, "Tell them about Yu Gan, there is no problem."

"The ones who set up the scene and the ones who put on makeup come over here."

After Yu Gan yelled, seven or eight staff members rushed up, two of whom looked cautious.

"Brother Yu, we arranged the scene, what's the problem?"

"Brother Yu, there is no problem, please tell me, we will change it immediately."

Yu Qian started picking from the screen at the entrance.

"The screens are placed so neatly, without any damage, how did you do that?"

Yu Gan turned his fingers and pointed at the carved bed.

"What was the last scene? The bed was so neat? Don't you think there is a problem?"

From the entrance door to the window, furniture, decorations, every object in the house from small to large was brought out by Yu Gan and singled out.

Following Yu Gan's words, the two staff members adjusted the parts they could understand almost simultaneously.

The clean and tidy house slowly changed. Teacups and teapots were poured on the table, and a cup rolled to the edge of the table to prevent it from falling. The table was covered with spilled water.

The stool fell to the floor, and the towel that hung over the washstand was thrown into the copper tub.

The quilt and sheets on the bed were in a mess, and the white curtains were torn apart and tucked indiscriminately by the bed.

"Brother Yu, what do you do with the screen? Can't it be scratched? This thing needs to be used, and it's not easy to shoot behind."

"Who is the male protagonist's make-up artist?" In front of him were two bewitching men, and he couldn't tell who was who.

"Brother Yu, it's me." The male protagonist's makeup artist followed the staff and called Brother Yu affectionately.

"Well, the hero's makeup is fine."

He thought that Yu Gan was going to praise him, but in the end he almost fell flat on the next sentence.

"Go and draw a few wounds on that screen, like cutting with a sword, can you? You have to learn these for makeup."

Pei Wanchu, who was sitting in the distance, turned his back to the crowd, holding a cup in one hand, covering his mouth with the other, lowering his head and trying to control his trembling shoulders.Bai Hao was facing the set, so he turned his head to the wall and pretended to cough to clear his throat.