SEC Chapter 639 Director Chen: I Have an Idea
Chapter 639 Director Chen: I Have an Idea
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The next day, the fog was thick, and dawn broke.
The sky was just beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.
Inside the spacious dressing room, a chorus of yawns rose and fell.
On the benches at the back of the dressing room, several assistants had already fallen asleep with their heads tilted to the side.
The stylist also covered his mouth and yawned.
Jing Tian sat on the dressing chair, nodding her head, her hair disheveled.
Tong Liya sat on the other side, also rubbing her eyes sleepily, her fingertips gently pressing the corners of her eyes, trying to dispel the lingering weariness.
Celebrities in private,
She certainly doesn't look as glamorous and beautiful as she does on screen.
Without the embellishment of lipstick and eyeliner, Jing Tian's fair and radiant face appeared exceptionally clean, her skin supple and dewy, giving her an even more approachable, girl-next-door charm.
After removing her makeup, Tong Liya's skin turned a tan, and her sophisticated, exotic charm disappeared.
The faint fine lines at the corners of her eyes were faintly visible in the morning light, making her look like a gentle and beautiful older sister.
Gu Qing looked left and right, put down the cup of soy milk she had just finished drinking, looked at everything that had happened behind her through the mirror in front of her, and asked with a chuckle:
"Sister Ya Ya, what time do you go to bed every day? You always look so tired."
Unlike the fatigue of others,
In the mirror,
Gu Qing's eyes were clear and bright, her voice was high-pitched and clear, and she exuded youthful vigor and vitality.
The stylist who was tying his hair up behind him couldn't help but smile when he saw his energetic face in the mirror.
"Little brother, you don't understand. People get sleepy when they get old."
Tong Liya lowered her wrist from rubbing her eyes, her pretty face softly gazing at the fresh and handsome figure in the mirror.
A slight smile appeared on her pale lips as she deliberately put on a sad expression, "My sister isn't as young as you anymore."
Her tone was half-serious, half-joking, with a self-deprecating tone.
Since Da Tiantian moved away,
She faced Zhang Yuqi for a week and deeply understood what it meant to be "suffocated".
In the end, Tong Liya followed her heart and moved into Gu Qing's dressing room.
It's okay if he's a younger brother.
It's better than losing my "brother" again.
In the entire entertainment industry, the only artists Tong Liya can unconditionally trust and find who are absolutely certain will not harm her are...
Besides her best friend Dong Xuan, all that's left is Gu Qing.
This even includes Chen Sicheng, whom she was with before her divorce.
Tong Liya doesn't believe everything he says.
Sometimes, people are just that amazing.
From the moment Tong Liya first saw Gu Qing, her aura seemed to choose her, leaving her completely unguarded.
It arises involuntarily, a feeling of ease, comfort, and a desire to be close.
The first week after moving in,
Before coming to the dressing room, Tong Liya would make a point of getting up early to apply a light layer of makeup, afraid that Gu Qing would see her without makeup.
But in the days that followed,
She could see Jing Tian casually pushing open the door every day, her hair disheveled, sitting down in a chair, and soon snoring softly with drool dripping from the corner of her mouth.
Gu Qing's expression remained completely unchanged.
After several attempts, Tong Liya gave up and started applying makeup every day with a completely bare face, under the bright sun.
Not to mention,
I felt relaxed and at ease again after a long time, without having to be on edge.
"Sister Ya Ya, your life has just begun, why are you so old?"
Gu Qing raised her hand and gently grasped the breakfast placed on the dressing table. The scalding hot food cooled down to a warm temperature, just right for her to eat.
He hooked the bag with his fingertip and handed it to Tong Liya, saying, "That's about it, have some breakfast."
"Little brother, you're really making me fat. I'm seven or eight pounds heavier now than when I joined the crew."
Tong Liya sighed as she accepted the gift, grumbling under her breath, but the smile on her pretty face never faded.
"Teacher Yaya, Teacher Gu Qing is just concerned about you. Haven't you noticed that your complexion and skin condition have improved a lot?"
The stylist who was setting up the headdress was clearly a shrewd person, and praised with a smile, "There must be a reason why Teacher Gu Qing made you have breakfast."
He praised both of them in one sentence.
"really?"
Tong Liya looked at herself in the mirror with delight; no woman can resist the temptation of improved appearance.
She carefully examined herself in the mirror; her skin was indeed more radiant than when she first joined the crew.
The dark circles caused by years of staying up late have faded a lot, and I look full and energetic.
in the past,
Tong Liya doesn't dare to look at herself closely until she's fully made up.
“Little brother, I was terrified when I weighed myself today and found I weighed 90 pounds, but I feel much better now.”
Tong Liya put her guilt aside, unpacked her breakfast—a vegetarian bun and a bowl of soy milk—and began to eat in small bites.
To reach the ideal weight for female celebrities, it's not enough to simply control your diet and eat less.
Even the lowest calorie foods still add calories if you eat just one bite; even a single leafy green vegetable won't help.
Therefore, in order to lose weight, female celebrities mostly rely on "technology and grueling work".
They don't eat three meals a day and rely solely on various vitamins, calcium supplements, and other medications to replenish what their bodies lack.
When I'm really starving, I'll make some vegetable juice to numb my stomach.
Tong Liya has a height of 1.65 meters, but her weight has remained around 84 kilograms for many years.
Without having a dozen or so bottles and jars of medicine in the room, we simply couldn't survive.
"Eat more, and I'll give you another steamed bun tomorrow."
Gu Qing withdrew her gaze and pushed the soy milk cup towards Tong Liya again.
"No, no, one steamed bun is enough. I'm not playing Yang Guifei, how could I dare to eat like Tian Tian?"
Tong Liya shook her head repeatedly in fright, her eyes crinkling with laughter.
She gestured with her lips, indicating to Da Tian Tian who was fast asleep next to her.
Jing Tian leaned back in her chair, tilted her head, and slightly opened her mouth. Her whole body had become visibly plump and round.
Before joining the crew, her face was still pointed, but now her chin is rounder, giving it a healthy fullness.
Immediately,
Tong Liya's gaze shifted intriguingly from top to bottom, pausing for a moment on Jing Tian's figure.
He winked at Gu Qing and teased her in a mischievous tone in a low voice:
"Little brother, how does it feel to hold Sweetie now? Isn't it very comfortable?"
"........."
Gu Qing didn't speak, pretending not to hear, and closed her eyes to rest.
I could hear Tong Liya and her makeup artist laughing in hushed tones.
But for some reason, the image of the night two days ago when Da Tian Tian made a surprise attack flashed through his mind.
That night was indeed very different from before.
Soft and fragrant, smooth and supple...
Besides the improved feel, even one part of it feels bigger.
and,
It seems like Da Tian Tian has unlocked some new skill on her own...
"I don't know who he learned it from."
A strange feeling crossed Gu Qing's mind.
He had only ever seen this trick on Da Mimi.
Judging from its current scale,
Jing Tian is really catching up to Yang Mi.
Thinking of this,
Gu Qing quickly cut off her thoughts.
at this time,
"Lotte—"
The door to the dressing room was pushed open, and Director Chen strode in.
His mental state today was quite peculiar; his relaxed muscles and dark circles under his eyes indicated that he hadn't slept much last night, yet he exuded an air of excitement.
"Director Chen, what's wrong?"
Gu Qing opened her eyes and looked at him in confusion.
The assistants and makeup artists around him also stood up straight as a reflex and greeted him warmly: "Good morning, Director Chen!"
For this,
Director Chen simply waved his hand dismissively, quickly walked behind Gu Qing, placed his hands on Gu Qing's shoulders, and raised his voice slightly:
"Lotte, there are some changes to today's scenes."
Having said that,
Before Gu Qing could speak, Director Chen looked directly at the stylist and commanded in an unquestionable tone:
"Go change your clothes and take out that light white crescent-shaped robe."
Go and fetch a jade belt and a hairpin, the red one. Don't wear a hair ornament today.
The stylist paused for a moment, then asked cautiously, "Director Chen... um, what is '紒'?"
She really didn't understand.
Having worked in the industry for so many years and done styling for countless period dramas, this was the first time she had ever heard the character "紒".
Upon hearing this, Director Chen's face darkened, and he was about to reprimand him—
“紒 is a hairband, an elastic band used by the ancients to tie the hair at the base.”
Gu Qing gently intervened, saying, "That's the red one hanging in the walk-in closet."
"A headband? Oh, okay, thank you, Teacher Gu."
The stylist grimaced, inwardly cursing, "What are you trying to prove with that cheap headband?!"
"Director Chen, what scene are we filming today?"
Gu Qing asked.
It's not unusual for the crew to suddenly have more scenes to film; sometimes, the amount of filming needs to be adjusted according to changes in the weather.
Gu Qing had experienced similar temporary adjustments in the past month.
however--
"do not know."
Director Chen shook his head decisively, "I just had a new idea last night and I'm going to try it out today."
Gu Qing: "..."
Is it really not appropriate to open champagne halfway through a game?
What did he say yesterday?
"Director Chen, have you discussed this idea with Teacher Huiling?"
Gu Qing still held a sliver of hope and tentatively asked.
"Teacher Wang is getting old and is still resting. Let's talk about it after she wakes up."
Director Chen waved his hand, his tone quite casual.
Gu Qing's lips twitched slightly.
If he remembers correctly, Ms. Wang Huiling is more than ten years younger than Director Chen, right?
How can you bring yourself to use "I'm getting old" as an excuse?
Gu Qing remained silent, gazing at her reflection in the mirror with a somewhat unfocused and empty look in her eyes.
He could almost picture screenwriter Wang waking up at noon to find the script had been altered, then rushing into Director Chen's room with the script in her hand.
Director Chen seemed to have sensed Gu Qing's worries and, as if to reassure him, added:
"Lotte, don't worry, this scene isn't difficult. I just want to shoot one more shot. It won't conflict with the script."
"Finishing shots?"
In an instant, Gu Qing felt a great weight lifted from her shoulders, and the worry between her brows vanished. "Director Chen, I'll follow your arrangements."
You should have said so earlier!
As long as you don't suddenly decide to change the script, everything is fine.
Reshooting scenes is all too common on film sets.
Some directors, while filming, suddenly have a flash of inspiration and want to add an establishing shot or a close-up.
As long as it doesn't affect the main storyline, everyone is very cooperative.
"Letian, you can get your makeup done first. I'll go arrange some things, and then we'll set off."
Director Chen smiled and nodded, then patted Gu Qing's shoulder kindly before turning to leave.
The dressing room was quiet for a moment.
"Little brother, I feel like... Director Chen is acting strange today?" Tong Liya asked in a low voice while biting into a steamed bun.
"...Maybe she didn't sleep well," Gu Qing comforted her, and also comforted herself.
quickly,
Gu Qing changed into the light white crescent-shaped robe. The fabric was light and flowing, with an excellent feel; as she moved, the robe fluttered as if shrouded in a thin mist.
Her long hair was restyled by the stylist, and the dark roots were tied back with a red hairband.
The long red ribbons hung down at both ends, standing out against the white robe like a streak of flowing fire.
"Little brother, you look so handsome."
Tong Liya's beautiful eyes brightened slightly as she stared intently at Gu Qing. "If Director Chen didn't become a director and instead became a designer, he would definitely be very famous."
"Being a director wouldn't be bad either."
Gu Qing smiled at her, and was about to turn around and leave when she glanced at Da Tiantian, who was still dozing off in the chair.
She shifted her position, tilting her head to the side, and drool was almost dripping down her hoodie collar. Her assistant behind her quickly wiped it off with a tissue.
Gu Qing whispered, "Sister Ya Ya, remember to give Sister Tian Tian breakfast when she wakes up."
"Yes, I will help you feed Tian Tian until she is plump and healthy."
Tong Liya's smile remained unchanged.
Gu Qing raised her hands, turned around and left the dressing room with her assistant.
……
"Oh ho ho, Mr. Bai, good morning."
When he arrived at the car prepared by the film crew, he saw Shota Rangu standing there holding a cane, wearing a hat, and greeting him in a mix of Japanese and Chinese.
"Good morning, Kūkai."
For convenience, Gu Qing also responded using the titles from the play.
"Gu Qingjun, do you know what scene Director Chen is filming today?"
Ran Gu Jiang Tai glanced at Director Chen, who was standing not far away with his hands behind his back, directing the crew to move equipment. He lowered his voice, his tone clearly showing confusion.
He was getting a haircut in the dressing room early this morning when the assistant director suddenly informed him that the morning's scene had been changed, without informing him what would happen next.
When Shota Rangu came out of the dressing room, he was full of questions.
"I don't know either."
Gu Qing twirled the folding fan in his hand, indicating that he could not help.
The folding fan spun quickly and steadily between his fingers, its opening and closing producing a crisp "click" sound.
"Sri Lanka No. 1!"
Ran Gu Jiangtai's eyes lit up instantly, "Gu Qingjun, what a cool fan twirl! Who taught you?"
“I learned it from Uncle Long,” Gu Qing replied casually. “Jackie Chan.”
"Red bean paste?! Jackie Chan?! Chen Longsang?!"
In an instant,
Shota Rangu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his pupils dilating. "You know him?!"
His voice even changed tone.
"Yes, we know each other. We're from the same hometown."
Gu Qing was amused by his reaction. She put on the black down jacket her assistant handed her and pointed to the embroidered dragon emblem on the chest, "This jacket was a gift from Uncle Long." "Ah?! This is a jacket from Chen Long-san?!"
Ran Gu split open too quickly.
He stared at the dragon emblem on Gu Qing's chest, his jealousy bordering on obsession, wishing he could press his eyes against it to examine it closely.
In Japan, Chen Long is a household name and a true "god"!
Back then, Chen Long's most devoted female fans were mostly from Japan.
From the daughters of chaebol heiresses to ordinary girls, the level of fanaticism can only be described as "fanatical."
After learning that his older brother was getting married,
Many female fans even had suicidal thoughts.
There's even a group called "Chen Long Won't Marry Group," with tens of thousands of members, making it incredibly large and influential.
As of now,
Chen Long remains the male singer with the highest album sales in Japan among Chinese-language singers.
This record has never been broken to this day.
In the eyes of the Japanese, Chen Long is not an actor, but a legend, a living legend.
"Gu Qingjun! Gu Qingsang!"
Ran Gu grabbed Gu Qing's arm tightly and pleaded, "Can you get me a Jackie Chan autograph?"
Please! I'll do anything!
"Uh... it doesn't have to be such a big sacrifice."
Gu Qing awkwardly pulled her wrist away, it was the first time she had ever seen Ran Gu Jiangtai so out of control. "I'll get you one when I have time."
He thought he had already elevated Uncle Jackie's status high enough.
However, they still underestimated the status of their elder brother in the eyes of foreigners.
"Arigato! Arigato!!"
Upon hearing Gu Qing's agreement, Ran Gu was overjoyed and bent over at almost a 90-degree angle.
He clasped his hands together and murmured a series of Japanese words of gratitude.
"Lotte, let's go."
Once the equipment was loaded into the vehicle, Director Chen shouted in a strong voice.
Gu Qing responded and got into the car amidst Ran Gu Jiangtai's envious gaze.
The vehicle started.
We drove out of the gate of Tangcheng Film and Television Base.
Gu Qing watched as the street scene outside the window gradually changed from classical buildings to modern buildings, and asked in confusion, "Director Chen, where are we going?"
"Up in the mountains," Director Chen said succinctly.
"On the mountain?"
Gu Qing was slightly taken aback, wondering what Director Chen was up to. "What are you going to film?"
"I don't know, let's go up the mountain and take a look first."
Director Chen smiled slightly, his expression enigmatic: "I just have a vague idea."
Gu Qing: "..."
Why did he feel that the film crew's vehicle tracks seemed to be getting out of control?
The film crew arrived at nearby Xian Mountain in a large group.
Mount Xian is not very high, only about four or five hundred meters high.
Local leaders provided maximum support.
It was already the off-season, and there weren't many tourists on the mountain, so they generously gave it to the film crew for shooting.
Although the mountain road has been repaired, it is still rugged and uneven, and some sections are still very steep.
The team carrying dozens of kilograms of camera, lighting, and art equipment was exhausted.
After finally reaching the top of the mountain,
Director Chen stood there catching his breath, gazing at the scene before him—
The hillside was covered with withered grass and trees, the grass leaves all turning yellowish.
A cool mountain breeze blew in my face, carrying the scent of pine and earth.
The thin mist had not completely dissipated, lingering around the mountainside and blurring the distant scenery.
"Pity."
Director Chen sighed, his tone filled with obvious regret, "How beautiful it would be if we filmed on the summit of Huangshan Mountain?"
He had barely finished speaking when
Gu Qing felt a piercing gaze from behind.
He silently turned around and saw more than a dozen people from the camera crew and art department staring intently at Director Chen's back.
There was fear and resentment in his eyes.
"Yes...it is quite beautiful."
Gu Qing gave a dry reply and silently moved a few steps to the side, not daring to stand with Director Chen.
If the next sentence,
Director Chen, if you really want to come, let's go climb Huangshan.
Gu Qing felt there was a high probability that several Zhang Dongshengs would turn evil today.
……
Director Chen stood on the mountain for a while, looking at the terrain, the vegetation, the sky, and the distant clouds.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his brows slightly furrowed, as if deep in thought.
"Let's go, we'll come back this afternoon."
Director Chen turned around decisively and walked straight down the mountain without revealing anything, becoming the riddle teller.
The entire crew looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Gu Qingjun... what is Supervisor Chen planning to do?"
Ran Gu Jiangtai used a tin cane as a walking stick, took off his hat, and his bald head was covered in shiny beads of sweat that glistened in the sunlight, casting a pleading look in his eyes.
Not just him,
The entire crew is now anxiously waiting, hoping that Gu, the top star, can save them and at least pry some information out of Director Chen.
"This time, I really didn't know..."
Gu Qing gave a wry smile and spread his hands, realizing he couldn't keep up with Director Chen's train of thought either.
A group of people had just climbed up the mountain when they carried heavy equipment back down.
The way down the mountain is actually more difficult than the way up. Your knees have to withstand a greater impact, and your feet keep slipping.
Someone almost fell, but was caught by a colleague nearby.
Some people's equipment boxes weren't secured properly, and they were rattling around.
Director Chen, however, seemed completely oblivious to all of this, and he was in a peculiar state.
His brows were furrowed, his eyes were narrowed, and he remained silent.
He walked at the front of the group with steady steps and a straight back. He would occasionally look back at Gu Qing and then at Ran Gu Jiangtai, who was using a tin cane as a walking stick.
By the time everyone reached the halfway point down the mountain, they were all drenched in sweat, and several of the weaker assistants were already leaning against trees, panting.
"Wait a moment."
Director Chen suddenly stopped and turned around abruptly.
“Go back.”
His eyes were wide open, he was in high spirits, and his voice was frighteningly loud.
next moment,
A dozen pairs of eyes shot towards them simultaneously, their eyes blazing with fury.
"Um?!"
Director Chen glared at everyone, his sharp eyebrows arching as he swept his gaze over the crowd.
"Okay... okay, Director Chen, we'll be right there."
Everyone immediately wilted, like eggplants struck by frost, and began to turn around dejectedly.
Fortunately, the mountain is not high.
They had only reached the halfway point of the mountain.
If you walk another twenty minutes, you'll truly be "going away and coming back".
After returning, the entire camera crew collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily.
The most bizarre one has to be Director Chen.
Despite his advanced age, he is very healthy, walking and stomping up and down the mountain without showing any signs of fatigue.
He could even stand on the mountaintop and pace back and forth, pointing at the distant mountains.
"Rakuten, Kukai, come here."
Director Chen waved solemnly.
Gu Qinggang took the tissue from his assistant, wiped the sweat from his forehead, crumpled the tissue into a ball, and handed it back: "Find a trash bag to put it in."
He then strode towards Director Chen.
Ran Gu Jiangtai was clearly less physically fit, walking with a weak and listless gait, his tin can leaving small dents in the ground.
“Letian, stand in front of this withered tree, looking towards the cliff ahead.”
Director Chen pointed to the location, then turned to look at Shota Rangu, "Kukai, stand behind him, holding the staff, and take a step back, about two or three meters away."
The two stood in place as instructed.
"Okay, keep it up."
Director Chen stepped back a few paces, squinted and scrutinized him, "Le Tian, raise your gaze slightly higher, and make your eyes look more complicated."
Kukai, lower your eyes, with a touch of Buddhist tranquility and compassion.
"Take off your down jackets! Show us your white robes and monk's attire!"
Gu Qing and Ran Gu took off their coats and handed them to the assistant next to them.
A mountain breeze immediately rushed in, causing the white robes and monks' robes to flutter in the wind.
Director Chen was now in a peculiar, unsmiling state, as if he were immersed in his own imagined world.
He kept adjusting the subtle positions of Gu Qing and Ran Gu Jiangtai, taking a half step to the left, a half step to the right, raising their chins slightly, relaxing their shoulders, and shifting the angle of their staffs by two degrees.
He even assigned several staff members to go over and pull up the weeds on the ground: "Don't pull them all up!"
"Just pull out the middle path, leaving the tall weeds around it; I want that trampled path feel!"
The staff squatted numbly on the ground, pulling out the withered grass one by one.
As the sky grew brighter...
The sun finally peeked out completely from behind the mountains.
Golden sunlight streamed down, dispelling the thin mist and bathing the entire hillside in a warm glow.
But the cold wind on the mountaintop was still biting, scraping against exposed skin like a knife.
"A Qiu—!"
Ran Gu Jiangtai sneezed loudly and couldn't help but shiver.
He had been climbing mountains continuously and exposed to the cold wind, and his body was starting to give out; his legs were trembling slightly.
"How come Gu Qingjun is completely unharmed?"
Ran Gu Jiangtai sniffed, looking at Gu Qing's tall and slender back, feeling secretly depressed.
"It's still too bright..."
Director Chen looked away, sighed, and said, "Let's go back first and come back this afternoon."
Everyone: "..."
By the time we drove back, it was almost noon.
Gu Qing texted her assistant in the car, asking her to prepare some ginger tea and hand warmers in case Director Chen did something unexpected in the afternoon.
Time flies,
At 3 p.m., the crew regrouped and set off again.
Shota Rangu was clearly not in as good condition as he was in the morning.
His face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and his head felt dizzy.
But he dared not say much, for fear of delaying the filming schedule, and just struggled to climb the mountain step by step, supporting himself with his cane.
"Are you okay?"
Gu Qing noticed that he seemed a little unwell, so she slowed down and turned her head to ask him a question.
"Gu Qingjun, I'm fine."
Ran Gu Jiangtai forced a smile and waved his hand, "A little tired, no problem."
Looking at his face, which had an unhealthy flush, Gu Qing asked his assistant to hand him a heat pack: "Put it on your chest."
Ran Gu Jiangtai was stunned for a moment, then took it with both hands and carefully stuck the heat pack on.
“Arigato, Gu Qingjun.”
His voice was a few decibels lower than it had been in the morning.
By the time we reached the summit again, dusk had already begun to fall.
The light in the afternoon is completely different from that in the morning.
The sun had moved from overhead to the west, and the light became softer and more slanted, casting long shadows.
The entire hillside was bathed in a warm amber light, and the dew on the grass blades had dried, making their withered yellow color even deeper.
Director Chen then directed Gu Qing and Ran Gu Jiangtai to stand in their positions as they had in the morning.
They still didn't give any lines; they were just standing there in the correct pose.
Gu Qing stood in front of the withered tree, gazing into the distance beyond the cliff. The mountain wind blew up from the valley floor, carrying a sense of emptiness and desolation.
Ran Gu Jiangtai stood two or three meters behind him, his eyes lowered, his staff lightly touching the ground, his monk's robe fluttering in the wind.
The director of photography carried the equipment, carefully adjusted the focal length, and shot a short clip.
In the lens,
Withered tree, white robes, red ribbon, monk, tin staff, twilight, distant mountains...
All the colors are arranged perfectly within the viewfinder.
Director Chen looked at the playback on the monitor, pondered for a moment, and shook his head.
"No, it's not hazy or lacking in negative space, and the red isn't dark enough!"
His brow furrowed into a knot. "Let's wait for the sunset."
So everyone started waiting again.
The mountain wind grew colder, the twilight deepened, and the clouds on the horizon began to display a rich tapestry of colors…
At this time,
Despite her frail health, Wang Huiling managed to climb the mountain with the help of her staff.
She hadn't had time to rest, standing breathlessly behind Director Chen, her voice noticeably more forceful.
"Director Chen! I don't understand, what exactly are you trying to film? Are you planning to rewrite the script?!"
She's so stupid.
She shouldn't have believed that this old geezer could just sit still and finish filming the script!
Before filming began, he confidently declared, "This time, I will absolutely not interfere with the scriptwriting."
How long has it been?
One month! His true colors were revealed in just one month!
What angered Wang Huiling the most was...
You even wrote a copy of this script, and you fucking rewrite your own script?!
No...you don't understand.
Director Chen gave her a deep look, then turned around, gazed at the distant horizon, and spoke softly:
"I'm not rewriting the script, I'm just filming a Tang Dynasty drama..."
A mountain breeze swept in, ruffling the hem of his clothes and his gray hair.
Wang Huiling: "?"
She looked down at her hands, then at Director Chen's back.
Is it too late for me to push this loading cargo down now?
……
...(End of this chapter)