Perfect Two

Cheng Xirong never thought about these issues.When he accepts a play, he mainly reads the script, then the director and co-actors, and if everything is OK, then he signs the contract.As for the market...he himself is the market, and fans have always catered to his tastes.

Moreover, the market is not all spontaneous, but largely guided.When he was still in Xingchen, Zhou Sheng basically fired whatever he acted in.Once the speculation is accurate, the audience's mentality of following the crowd is very strong.

What Su Minglin said was not certain.But Su Minglin believes in his point of view: "The next thing is definitely youth idol dramas. The most needed is Nie Rui, who has a good image and can poke the hearts of girls."

"This is the worst time for youth dramas to be hacked." Cheng Xirong squinted at Su Minglin, "Who told you that youth dramas don't need acting skills? Isn't the scolding of those little flowers and fresh meat bad enough?"

"But they still have a lot of fans!"

Cheng Xirong: "..."

This is the truth.There are only a small number of people who watch movies rationally, and most of the rest are groupies.No matter what the idol plays, and no matter how good the acting is, don't care whether the production of the whole drama is good enough, anyway, you have to chase it.After chasing it, I still want to blow it, full marks.

Cheng Xirong also learned the word "close your eyes and blow" from these people.

It is true that there is a market, but should one’s own studio follow the same path?Just thinking about it makes me angry...

Cheng Xirong took a deep breath: "You just became a director, and you started to swell? Don't think about how to make a good drama, what are you studying?"

Su Minglin rubbed his nose: "Of course acting skills are also needed. I just think that Nie Rui is absolutely suitable in terms of image, whether he is a campus male god or a domineering president, he can support it. The rest is acting skills. Right?"

"Yes."

Su Minglin: "Then if I dig out his acting skills, you will accept him?"

"You can bring him out first and then talk about it. It also requires him to have his own ideas."

Su Minglin was immediately full of energy and geared up, so much so that Cheng Xirong wondered if he had other thoughts about Nie Rui.But after observing it for a few days, I didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

Su Minglin would only stay with Nie Rui when talking about the show, and the rest of the time, he would watch the monitor.And Nie Rui leaned close to Cheng Zi, whether they were chatting or in a daze, they seemed quite harmonious.Compared with the beginning, he is much more generous, with a bright smile, and there are always endless topics to talk about.

Young is so good.

Fu Zhou came back at night a week later, entered the door and said hello to Cheng Xirong, then threw himself on the bed and did not move.Cheng Xirong almost thought that he had passed out, and after spending a long time turning him over, he heard his snoring.

I don't know how long I haven't slept, to this extent.

This sleep lasted until the next afternoon, when Fu Zhou got up and went to lie down in the bathroom, then squinted his eyes and went to the kitchen to fill half a bottle of ice water.After drinking, he wandered back, hugged the quilt and curled up into a ball, and his breathing soon stabilized.

Cheng Xirong was surprised, he also had the experience of rushing to work for several days in a row before, and he never made it like this.Who did the post-cutting this time, tossing to such an extent.

Don't do this kind of work again.

At night, Cheng Xirong squatted in the kitchen watching the fire and the pot.Fu Zhou's voice came from behind, it was hoarse and cracked, low and deep, it was terrible.

"What are you doing?"

Cheng Xirong turned his head and saw that Fu Zhou's eyes had finally opened: "Are you walking silently? You're so scared!"

Fu Zhou opened the refrigerator and went inside to get water.Cheng Xirong slammed the refrigerator door shut with his backhand: "Okay, it's cool, don't drink this."

Fu Zhou was a little taken aback.

Cheng Xirong pointed at the pot: "Just take a look, is this ready? Is it cooked?"

The uncle of their family, whose ten fingers do not touch the spring water, wipes the table like painting flowers, and actually cooks the porridge himself?Although the cooking was a bit hard to describe, it was enough to shock and move Fu Zhou.

Fu Zhou glanced at the pot: "There's too much water."

Cheng Xirong began to defend: "Drink it like water. It's just right, don't drink water, wait for soup."

Fu Zhou: "...I'm thirsty."

After filling his stomach with water, Fu Zhou went back to the kitchen, scooped up the pot with a spoon, and asked, "What did you put in?"

Cheng Xirong pointed to the cabinet below: "I put all the sealed boxes over there."

That's great.There are rice and millet, in addition, there are black beans and black sesame, peanuts are the most, and there is a layer of red dates.A dark pot, possibly with raisins and lotus seeds.

Fu Zhou: "...is this called Jigu porridge? No, soup, Jigu soup."

Cheng Xirong said very considerately: "You must not have eaten well these few days, I will make up for you."

It seemed that he didn't have much appetite... The words lingered in his throat for a while, and Fu Zhou swallowed them back again, and turned around and asked, "What kind of food are you eating? I'll fry it."

As soon as he finished asking, Fu Zhou caught a glimpse of a few takeaway boxes in the trash can in the kitchen from the corner of his eye.

Cheng Xirong: "You eat yours, I'm not hungry."

Is that not hungry... that is obviously full!

Fu Zhou realized that Cheng Xirong's health was much better recently, and he felt good about himself, so he couldn't control his mouth.I can't control him. If I leave for a while to do something, he will find a way to find something to eat.But I can't keep an eye on him 24 hours a day.

Cheng Xirong didn't realize it at all, and pretended that he didn't understand Fu Zhou's line of sight, pretending that the other party didn't notice the fast food box.Helpless, Fu Zhou took out the soup in the pot and added rock sugar to the side, and filled two bowls with the remaining rice grains and cereals.

Cheng Xirong: "Don't fill me up, I'm not hungry."

Fu Zhou: "Do you seem to have no appetite..."

Cheng Xirong firmly denied: "Absolutely not! I just ate takeaway and I'm full."

Either way, he was right.Fu Zhou watched his nose, nose and heart, but he didn't look at the black bowl and swallowed it directly.I didn't feel it when I was sleeping. After eating, no matter what it was, my appetite was opened.He was cooking noodles in the kitchen, and Cheng Xirong was standing at the door of the kitchen, chatting with him.

"What the hell did you do? You're as tired as a dog."

"In the post-cutting stage, a narrative advertising campaign. I rushed to work, and I didn't close my eyes at all except for eating and sleeping."

Cheng Xirong became happy: "Can you sleep while eating?"

"You can do whatever you want if you're extremely sleepy. Several of them ate food up their nostrils."

"Give me a break."

Fu Zhou cocked his mouth and continued cooking his noodles.

Cheng Xirong was silent for a while: "Don't do these things in the future. We will be great directors in the future, and we will be worth a lot."

Fu Zhou stopped stirring the noodles, and then let out a muffled "hmm".

Cheng Xirong leaned against the door frame and asked, "How is your script?"

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