Seventy-eighth bowl of soup (nine)

"It's true that money can make the devil push the mill." While the director was talking to others, Zhong Lang turned his head and said to Qinghuan.

"..." What else could she say?

She originally thought Zhong Lang would stay on the set and watch her all the time, but Zhong Lang pinched her face and asked her to work hard, and then she left! The surprised Qinghuan couldn't help but speak: "You..."

"Hmm?" He turned around and raised his lips, "Do you want me to stay?"

Just kidding, of course I didn't want to. So Qinghuan shook her head, shook her head and felt that she was just trying to die like this. What if he changed his mind? Before she could figure out how to make up for it, Zhong Lang walked back and touched her head: "I'll pick you up tonight."

He could keep her working and watch her from time to time, but he couldn't stand the empty arms when he was sleeping at night. He had been sleeping with a white bone for decades, and now this person is really alive and he can't lose it anymore.

"good."

Zhong Lang got her approval and turned around and left. Qinghuan looked at his back and stood there blankly. She had a thought that was about to come out in her heart, so clear, but she still didn't want to dig it out--maybe after digging, she would no longer be herself before.

Do you want to know Zhong Lang's company, or do you want to resent Zhong Lang as always, and be afraid of Zhong Lang? Qinghuan didn't know, but she couldn't tell which option was even more terrifying.

Of course she doesn't love him, she has long stopped loving him.

But she didn't fall in love with anyone else anymore.

If Zhong Lang had always been that gentle illusion, if she had never discovered the truth, then she would definitely love him very much and would never like others again. But in fact, Zhong Lang was not the gentle and elegant man she thought. He was a jackal or a poisonous snake in his bones, and a madness that ruined the world at all costs. This was completely different from her pursuit. But.

But.

But what?

Qinghuan didn't think about it anymore because the director had already asked her to start filming.

Although he made a lot of money, the director still cherished his feathers very much. He liked money, and he also liked good actors in good movies. Therefore, he refused when he first received Zhong Lang's invitation. Until Zhong Lang raised the price to an astronomical number, the director who did not love fame and fortune... fell. He struggled to make his own request. If the heroine made him unsatisfied, he would not shoot it and the money would not be refunded.

After saying that, he waited nervously for a long time, and almost thought he was going to be banned, but then he heard a faint um.

So confident?

He kept thinking about who the heroine would be. He has seen too much about this. As an investor, the ones stuffed in are either vases without acting skills or Internet celebrities with plastic surgery. In fact, the director regrets it after taking on this movie. What if he doesn't have the safety of the night?

But he never expected that Mr. Zhong was even more crazy than he thought. He didn't stuff a vase or an internet celebrity, he was just playing! He sent him a girl who had never even attended a performance class?!

When I first saw Qinghuan, the director’s idea was that this girl was beautiful, she looked so beautiful, and her appearance was very good, but when I asked, okay, she was not from a professional background and had no acting experience!

How could Qinghuan tell him that I had filmed many movies in my previous life and had several actresses and became your heroine? At that time, you praised me in front of the media as an actress with strength and talent... But when it comes to rebirth, she was worried that she would be arrested for dissection. Now, the facts can only be spoken. No matter what she said, it would not work. The director would think she was slandering him.

Zhong Lang's man...

The director, who was originally in a mood to give up, suddenly lit up when he saw the first scene! He was not inferior to the old actors, had a perfect angle and was even more photogenic, not to mention the main reason why he was really good at acting!

This is really an amateur who has never acted in a show? Why do you look even older than an old actor? There is no stage fright at all, and the best he imagined is just like this!

The director who was already a little depressed was alive in an instant! He jumped out of the chair and devoted himself to the filming of the movie as if he was bleeding.

Qinghuan followed the crew to have lunch boxes at noon. What surprised her was that Zhong Lang really didn't come and didn't send anyone to watch her... It shouldn't be? She ran away several times in her previous life, but later she realized that there were people following her all the time. In this life, she didn't know that it was different from the previous one.

It was not until the end of the day that the director said that everyone had worked hard that she saw Zhong Lang standing not far away. He was standing by the door, half bathed in the light, and half in the darkness. Such a person was full of people, but Qinghuan suddenly felt that the whole world had become extremely quiet. He waved to her, and she walked over and was then held by her hand. Director Yu Guang saw Zhong Lang and hurriedly ran over happily, praising her, and Qinghuan felt embarrassed, and she felt as if the teacher of the class who had taken the exam in elementary school and praised him to his parents.

"...Shut up." Zhong Lang was so annoyed. "You still have to say this." She is of course the best.

The director was not angry when he was criticized. He had a premonition that this movie would become one of his previous works! The artists were unwilling to stay in the past, and they would always want to surpass themselves.

Zhong Lang hugged Qinghuan's shoulders and saw that she was not wearing much, he put on her suit jacket. Qinghuan smelled a faint smell of smoke. I thought he had smoked again. In fact, the smell of smoke was very light. Zhong Lang probably had been here for a long time, but she didn't notice it, so the smell of smoke had almost dissipated, but she suddenly coughed a few times, which was a bit real and intentional.

Zhong Lang frowned and left her a few steps away. Qing Huan looked at him and then he said, "I smoked just now."

He is addicted to smoking, especially since he has lost her in his previous life. Only tobacco and alcohol can make his life easier. The habits of so many years can be easily cut off. Being able to withstand not smoke at home is already Zhong Lang's limit.

"Don't suck it?" Qinghuan said tentatively, "It's not good for your health, nor for me."

After saying that, she added, "I don't like to smell the smoke."

"I know." He walked forward side by side with her, the moonlight shining on the ground, illuminating the night like day, and a cool breeze blew over, as if something had changed quietly between them, "I won't smoke it anymore."

"Really?" she asked again.

"Um."

Qinghuan lowered her head and watched the shadows of the two people on the ground grow longer and shorter first, and then she could no longer see them. She felt that the moonlight eroded her exposed skin, a little cool and a little intoxicated. Such a night is too easy for people to become weak. "I'm hungry."

She didn't eat much at night, mainly because the boxed lunch was too greasy and her stomach couldn't stand it.

"I have prepared a cake for you."

When he got into the car, Zhong Lang took out a beautifully packaged small box, which was a delicate and sweet strawberry cake. It was a small piece that just could just suck your belly without being able to eat anything else. Qinghuan ate it bite by bit, and he actually felt that the two of us could live in peace like this.

She sniffed and ate half of it. Zhong Lang swallowed all the rest without finishing it. Then she was a little far away from her and didn't touch her today. Maybe she was worried about the bad things she said just now that she felt uncomfortable smelling the smoke.

When he got home, he went to cook noodles. Qinghuan sat on a chair and rubbed his fingers that were injured yesterday. He vaguely noticed that something that he could not control was running in one direction and could not pull it back.

After eating noodles, she took a shower and went to bed. After being tired for a day, she didn't want to say anything or do anything. Just when she was about to fall asleep and her mind was blurred, she heard Zhong Lang's low voice: "Are you tired?"

"tired……"

"Although I'm tired, I like it very much, do you?"

"Hmm..." I like it very much. I like it very much. She likes it very much. She loves this job, loves it, and takes pride in it, and regards it as her own glory and dream.

Zhong Lang chuckled softly and said something again. Qinghuan didn't hear it very clearly. After all, she was very sleepy. Maybe... it was like "just like it."

It should...right.

The filming of the movie is not easy. Although there are no action scenes and are not very dangerous, the director's high standards and high requirements make everyone miserable except Qinghuan. From the beginning, thinking that this airborne heroine would ruin the movie, to the fact that everyone was broken by the director was the only one who could perfectly fulfill the director's requirements, Qinghuan is no longer a vase in everyone's eyes. Even at different times, different places, different people, her strength and hard work are obvious to all.

If such a person fails, then who else can succeed?

On the day the filming was finished, Qinghuan felt the burden on her shoulders being removed. At the end of the filming banquet, she leaned into the director's ear and asked. The drunk director told her how much money Zhong Lang invested in the movie without thinking. That number scared Qinghuan so much that she didn't hold the chopsticks in her hand. The corners of her eyes twitched. For the first time in her life, she realized that Zhong Lang really didn't take money seriously.

Is it really that important? She in this life, her dream in this life?

On the way home, Zhong Lang found something was wrong with her. His eyes were weird and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"how?"

Qing Huan heard his question, turned his head to look at him, and asked a little confusedly: "Do you think this movie can sell well?"

Zhong Lang drove by himself today. When she asked, she thought she was worried about the box office, "Of course." Even if it was not sold well, he could buy it well.

Whoever told him that he didn't have much money, he just had more money.

Qinghuan didn't hear what he meant and asked again: "Then... can you earn back the share you get?" Seeing that he didn't seem to understand, he added: "It's the price you gave to the director."

Zhong Lang smiled with a smile: "Worrying that I don't have money?"

"No." She denied it too quickly, but instead seemed guilty.
Chapter completed!