Perfect Two

Fu Zhou read the script of "Seven Swords" for a long time, and also played a few games all night, clearing the entire series.Now that he has some ideas in his mind, he writes storyboards while supplementing materials, and continues to play games when he is tired.

When Cheng Xirong bought the script, he never thought about playing games.After all, the carrier forms are different, and the core of the works presented is very different.As an actor, the basis of his work is the script, and other materials can only be used as a reference, and the weight will not be too heavy.

The director can't be so single.He must first have a very large knowledge system and a complete concept map in his mind.This is a big picture view. Once you are sure of the whole, you can branch out from it and think about the details.To consider which content is needed, and which things are clear to the audience but not presented to the audience, and which are directly discarded.

Preparations are often exhausting, and there is a gully in your chest.There is the trunk of the tree, but also the veins of the leaves.

To be honest, when Cheng Xirong saw Fu Zhou chewing on some brick-like reference books, he was still a little worried about him.

There is no need to doubt Fu Zhou's professionalism. He has solid basic skills and a keen sense of aesthetics.The modules that make up a movie, whether it is the core plot or the screen ratio, including the subsequent rhythm editing, he can do the best.Only mentality, he was not fair, Cheng Xirong was afraid that he would use too much force.

Practicing skills has gone crazy, and I don’t know if it will have this effect when I make a movie.Fu Zhou cared too much about these scripts, and cherished this first chance to get started.His whole body was tense, the string had been twisted in his mind, and it was impossible to relax.But it happens that the more people want to prove themselves, the more they will not produce good results.

What kind of movie is made is something to be discussed. Can people bear it?

Fu Zhou has become more and more silent recently. At first Cheng Xirong thought it was because of his identity, but he thought about it, so he didn't want to pester him anymore.The lower the result, the more abnormal his reaction was.Except for the few days when "Spirit Detective" was released, he slept less and less after that.

Occasionally, Cheng Xirong wanted to drink water in the middle of the night, but when he woke up, he found that his surroundings were empty, and the pillow was already cold.I followed the light and found him in the living room, either playing games or flipping through data sets.

Too hard...

On the day when Cheng Xirong finished filming, the core creators went out to cook together.In the shallow autumn season, it was a little early to eat mutton, so a few people found Chongqing hot pot to eat oil dishes.Of course Cheng Xirong couldn't eat it himself, but he just wanted Fu Zhou to come out and relax.

Su Minglin was told by the little boss earlier that he pestered Fu Zhou to mess with him during meals, and gave him a lot of wine.While watching Cheng Xirong eat some cold dishes, Fu Zhou poured fruit juice and milk for Cheng Xirong, and was suddenly dazzled by the wine handed over by the group of children.

It's not controlled by reason when it goes down. People are colder when they are drunk, but they are not so restrained in smoking and drinking.Seeing him drinking alone and not talking to anyone, Cheng Xirong poked Su Minglin helplessly.Su Minglin hid back for a while, with an expression of "you can go up if you want", as if he didn't want to go up and feel embarrassed.

Originally, I wanted to let Fu Zhou relax, but in the end it turned out that Fu Zhou was drinking alone, and the more he drank, the more depressed he became. This is so boring.Cheng Xirong was also helpless, knowing that Fu Zhou had a heavy heart and didn't like to talk.He also can only explain himself, otherwise people outside, no matter what anyone says, will be deaf to him.

Forget it.Just give him a drink, and when he gets through the beginning by himself and can adapt to this work rhythm and state, he should be fine.

In the end, this meal really turned into Cheng Xirong's wrap-up feast. Su Minglin and his children had a very happy meal, and after they were full, they clamored to sing.Cheng Xirong asked Fu Zhou if he wanted to go, Fu Zhou looked over in a daze, his eyes were moistened and reddened by the alcohol.

Cheng Xirong pushed him with a smile: "What are you looking at? Singing, are you going?"

Fu Zhou slowed down by two beats, and shook his head dullly: "Go back to sleep."

While speaking, his hand has been raised, and the palm is pressed against Cheng Xirong's chest.Cheng Xirong instinctively went up to press his wrist, but was held by Fu Zhou with the other hand, and he kept that posture.

Just as Cheng Xirong moved a bit, Fu Zhou smacked of alcohol and leaned in front of him, saying in a hoarse voice, "Don't move."

It was very low and deep, scratched in the ear, and flowed along the blood to the whole body.Cheng Xirong felt that this was some kind of spell. When he said "don't move", it could really hold people in place.

Cheng Xirong no longer had any desire to move, so he just stopped there.His fingertips were still on Fu Zhou's wrist, and after he calmed down, he could feel his pulse.He could feel the temperature of Fu Zhou's palm on his chest, and also belatedly noticed that his heartbeat was beating, and he had never felt so powerful before.

Such an experience is rare.It seemed that his own heartbeat echoed Fu Zhou's pulse, the weak beating at first was led and guided by the other party, and then became stronger.

Not bad.

Cheng Xirong held his breath, and he didn't know why he was so careful: "What did you touch?"

Fu Zhou's perception became dull under the influence of alcohol.Regarding Cheng Xirong's question, he also paused for a few seconds before saying slowly, "Heartbeat. The heartbeat is still there."

Just when there was a charming atmosphere, a word was broken up.Cheng Xirong couldn't hold back, and laughed: "If you don't dance, it's a bad thing."

Fu Zhou actually nodded seriously: "Yes! Fortunately, there is still a heartbeat."

Cheng Xirong wanted to pull his hand out, but failed, instead he took Fu Zhou's hand and shook it on the table, knocking over a water glass.Just as Su Minglin turned his head, he hurriedly lifted the cup up, grabbed a handful of paper towels and covered the spilled juice, then leaned over and asked, "Brother, are you going to sing?"

Su Minglin didn't drink much.There was work to be started the next day, he and Chengzi were very restrained, and they were just blushing a little at this time.He didn't forget the little boss's explanation. After asking, he winked at the children and pulled Fu Zhou to go together.

Cheng Xirong called several times without success.It's easy to get emotional when you touch the wine. Everyone is so excited that they can't hear what Cheng Xirong said.Seeing that Fu Zhou was a little annoyed, Cheng Xirong hurriedly followed to squeeze a child away, put his arms around Fu Zhou's back and persuaded him, "Let's play together."

In fact, he had already given up the idea of ​​letting Fu Zhou come out to have fun, it was useless anyway, this guy needs another way to heal.Only by being alone can he relax, but in the crowd, he is even more withdrawn.Cheng Xirong also felt tired at this time and wanted to go back to rest.

Helplessly, Su Minglin didn't keep up with the train of thought, the enthusiasm came a bit late, and only began to diverge when it was not needed.After getting on the boat, Cheng Xirong had no choice but to pull Fu Zhou: "Go and play for a while."

Fu Zhou lowered his head and looked at Cheng Xirong: "Do you want to go?"

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