In July of the capital, the sun is still scorching.

In the hall of a magnificent bathhouse, after a month, Gan Tao, who had already looked dark, licked his dry lips and asked the director in front of him: "Is it really going to take off all?"

Wang Shuai took off his glasses, wiped off the beads of sweat from his face with his arms, and said angrily at him: "Don't you take off your clothes when taking a shower?"

He wanted to refute that I had never entered the bathhouse. Last time I was naked in front of so many people, and I was still in junior high school and was swimming in the irrigation canal with my childhood playmates.

But when he thought of his identity and professional ethics, he was depressed.

But damn it, if you have to film with your professional ethics naked?

If it is a rape scene, will the actress really rape?

In a passionate scene, do you have to do it in real life?

If this is true, he has to thank Lou Ye for the passionate scene in "Suzhou River" last time, Lou Ye left him a pair of underwear.

I complained in my heart that "the fucking art is dedicated to you" but you have to take off what you should do.

The world is big, the director is the biggest.

In the bathhouse lobby, Xiaogui walked to the counter and looked at the black uniform bathhouse staff and said, "I handed over the company, and it was Mr. Xu who asked me to come."

After looking through the records in his hand, the staff hurriedly reminded him: "Mr. Xu is waiting for you inside."

"Sir, please take off your shoes."

He ignorantly pulled out his sockless feet from his shoes.

"Please take off your clothes."

With the help of the male guest, he took off his work clothes and exposed his naked back.

The dark and well-proportioned back contrasts Gan Tao's white buttocks with unusual whiteness.

The reserved Xiaogui looked at the water chestnut tiles in the bathhouse, the brightly colored emerald green wardrobe, the huge hanging chandelier, and the pool water sprayed out from the faucet.

He was curious and trembling in the corner of the pool, as if this was not the place he should come.

"Who are you? What are you? I haven't called me before."

In the lobby where guests can rest, Mr. Xu, who was knocking, denied and called for handing over.

Xiaogui, who was wrapped in a bathrobe and standing beside him, reminded repeatedly with anxiety: "We are Da Express."

"You have recognized the wrong person so you can leave quickly. You are not the one I'm waiting for."

The close-up shot stayed on Gan Tao's face with his eyes down for a second, and Wang Shuai, who was beside him, said: "Stop, this one is like this."

I took two shots in one morning, and the quality was pretty good, and the director seemed quite satisfied.

Today is all his single shots. Wang Shuai looked at him changing clothes and discussed, "I'm having a meal after taking a photo outside?"

He wiped the wet shorts: "Okay, I'm fine."

Even if there is a problem, it must be fine, just like the sketch line, "If you say you can, you can do it, you can do it, you can't do it; if you can't do it, you can't do it, you can't do it, you can't do it!"

On the counter in the bathhouse lobby, the beautiful toll collector shouted: "You have to pay for the bath."

Xiaogui took out the handover form in his bag and argued vigorously: "I have no money, I am here to find someone. You asked me to take off my shoes, ask me to take off my clothes, and lead me into the bathhouse."

The toll collector refused to give in: "Even if that's the case, you have to give money."

Xiaogui buried his head, without saying a word, then quickly pulled his bag, drooped his strongman shoes on his feet and ran away.

But the security guard next to him was already prepared when the two of them quarreled. He was caught up after only two steps, and then pressed to the ground like a dog.

Xiaogui, whose hands were pinned by two security guards, half of his face pressed against the ground, had tears in his eyes, kicked his legs hard, and shouted: "Let me go, let go, I have no money, I really handed over to the company."

"Let go, let go, what are you doing?"

"Manager, this person said he was handing over to the company and didn't pay for taking a shower."

The manager looked at Xiaogui, who was covered in dust on his face and looked gray, and said sarcastically: "It was my call to deliver it, but you can do it. You can deliver the express delivery and take a shower. Please send this document to the cy area... If you can't deliver it to the evening, I will complain to you."

"Manager, he hasn't paid yet."

The manager raised his head at Xiaogui who limped out and said, "Do you look like he is rich?"

When the camera was turned off, Wang Shuai was the first to applaud and said, "Stop, give Taozi some applause. I just performed well."

Gan Tao, whose emotions were still a little ups and downs, asked the theater operator Lao Yu for a cigarette. He hadn't smoked a cigarette for a long time.

The scene just filmed, especially in the bathhouse lobby, the contemptuous smiles and fingers that the extras who played customers showed showed, made him lying on the ground remember the scene when the crew was fired by the crew because of their shock.

He also realized the saying in the book: Art comes from life!

After taking a few deep breaths of cigarettes, he suggested that Wang Shuai said, "Director, let's take a photo of the next one together."

Since the filming of "Seventeen-Year-Old Bicycle", he initially thought of making 10,000 yuan.

Later, it became unchanged.

Now, he is thinking about the role of Xiaogui.

Wang Shuai asked him: "Do you feel it?"

He nodded: "It feels a little bit."

Outside the bathhouse, the place where the silver mountain bikes are placed is empty.

That was the mountain bike he fell in love with at first sight. After today, he was the only one in the car.

Xiaogui in front of the bathhouse seemed to have lost his soul, his essence and blood, and only his body was still mechanically, looking for the silver mountain bike that he had gone to.

Wang Shuai, holding the camera, looked at Gan Tao in front of him with more and more attention.

In the early stages of filming, he only felt that Gan Tao was a young actor who knew routines and had ideas.

Now Gan Tao's black and white eyes can express depression and anxiety on his face.

It is not based on small actions or lines, but only expressions can make people see the regret.

At this moment, director Wang Shuai suddenly realized that in his small crew, in addition to the female monster Zhou Xun, there was also a male monster hidden.

He is a little looking forward to a scene now.

In the scene I was looking forward to, Xiaogui and the nanny played by Zhou Xun had no lines, only simple eye contact, one was eager to look at each other, and the other was timid and did not dare to look at each other.

Wang Shuai shook his head and turned his attention back to the present moment. After a while, he shouted: "Stop work and leave meals."

It was not until two o'clock in the afternoon that the crew finished lunch. Since the filming in the middle of the morning was expected, director Wang Shuai asked for more rest.

It was not until the evening that I continued to take pictures of Xiaogui running on his legs while delivering the express delivery.

When the lights first came on, another scene of running wildly ended. Gan Tao, who was already wet, waved his hands weakly at Wang Shuai and the photographer on the motorcycle behind him: "No, no, let me rest for a while, I really want to vomit."

Squatting beside the fence, he felt disgusted with his chest. He really wanted to vomit, not tired and perfunctory.

Director Wang Shuai asked for the truth. That night, as soon as the machine was opened, it would run wildly for several minutes. It had been seven or eight times, and he was really unable to stand it.

The motorcycle stopped beside him, and Wang Shuai got out of the car and handed him a bottle of mineral water: "Drink it in a small sip, and then slowly."

Wang Shuai photographed the times, and Gan Tao didn’t understand what the times meant.

He only knew that during the recent period, he and Li Bing had either run wildly with their legs or riding bicycles, sometimes on the avenues of the capital, sometimes in the alleys of the capital.

Wang Shuai used the camera in his hand to record the street scenes they passed by while running, and the family affairs in the alleys.

After running two more streets, Wang Shuai finally announced that today's shooting was over. Gan Tao, who was like a walking corpse, was like a sound of listening.

I returned to the hotel like a shrimp. When I heard footsteps in the corridor, a gap appeared in the next room, and Gao Yuanyuan's head was exposed from it: "Why did you come back?"

He shook his hands weakly and said unluckyly: "Don't mention it, I really spit out today."

Gao Yuanyuan looked at the corridor and walked out the door lightly, and asked him, "I'm still running?"

He pulled off his stinky short sleeves, twisted away the half-painted ceiling fan from the ceiling, and urged Gao Yuanyuan, "Well, it's getting late, go back to bed quickly, I'll go down and get some water and take a shower."

She stopped him: "I still have a bottle of hot water in my room, so wait."

After putting down a bed in the hotel room, the plastic basin used for bathing could only be placed in the corners and simply washed down. He had no energy to tossing about anything else, and he didn't even pour the bath water and lay down on the bed.

The sound of a knock on the door as if a cat was scratching. He opened the door and looked at a panda printed on his short-sleeved chest. Gao Yuanyuan, who was thief-like, whispered: "Why are you here again?"

Gao Yuanyuan entered the door and handed out the thing in his hand: "Stomach medicine."

He explained: "I have no problem with my stomach, I just ran too much today."

She urged, "Eat one."

For a medicine, the two stood at the corner of the room and rubbed for a long time. He was defeated and took the medicine with mineral water.

Seeing that he took the medicine safely, Gao Yuanyuan asked, "I heard them shouting for a break tomorrow?"

Thinking of the rest tomorrow, he became energetic, and his right hand unconsciously groped on her waist and said, "Well, I will stop shooting for one day tomorrow, and the film from Xiangjiang has not been shipped yet."

Gao Yuanyuan patted his chest and the princess smiled and said, "Don't touch it randomly!"

The two of them have been in a relationship for more than half a month. The closest time they have been sucking each other's mouths, and they have never been too extreme.

Looking down at her round cheeks, smelling the tempting fragrance floating from her body, his breathing became more and more rapid, and instinctively leaned forward, pressing his body closer and closer until his lips were tightly pressed together.

Compared to the last light sucking, passionate kissing is a bit difficult for the two, but the attraction between passionate men and women has driven them to become more and more skillful and reluctant to part.

Although she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes were still trembling slightly, and she said, "Turn off the light."

He swallowed a big saliva: "If you turn it off, you can't see it!"?

The body with a white and red inside is like a piece of white blood jade, which is so beautiful that it is amazing.

And his trembling hands were stroking a rare treasure. He was reluctant to turn off the light and just groping in the dark.

She hugged his head: "Then I won't let you touch it!"

He got up and said, "Guan, Guan, can't I do it?"
Chapter completed!