It was probably a day when Chen Fu slept well that night.

She was woken up by the alarm clock in the morning, and the memo popped up: Starting ceremony!!!

Three exclamation marks represent very important things. Chen Fu struggled to turn over and jumped up.

I washed, put on makeup and changed my clothes, soaked the powder and put it in the thermos cup. Although I accelerated the speed, time was still a little tight.

Before leaving the house, I received a call from Xu Ziqian.

"Have you got up?" he asked.

Chen Fu stuffed the power bank into her bag and said, "I'm up, I'll do it right away."

"Don't worry." Xu Ziqian said, "There is still time. Remember to go and have a meal. I'll wait for you in the lobby downstairs."

Chen Fu responded, unplugged the room card, closed the door and looked at the next door.

I don't know if he set out.

Forget it, don't get too close to him in the crew.

"Shen...screenwriter?" A slightly hesitant voice came from behind.

Chen Fu turned around and it was Xinxin. She smiled and greeted her friendly, "Good morning, Sister Xinxin. Just call me my name."

Xinxin's attention was obviously not on the name. She pointed to the door number behind Chen Fu, and her mouth opened from "O" to "Ah", "You, you... moved to the sixth floor?"

It’s still next door to Jiang Shutong and Lin Jialuo!!!

You should know that the upper floors are all the most advanced suites, and they usually only live in directors and starring actors. As for the screenwriter, unless Xu Qing asks such a large editor to join the group personally, there will definitely be no such treatment.

Moreover, in the room next to Jiang Shutong, even Chen Sihan did not dare to get involved in it at all in order to avoid suspicion.

Xinxin didn't think too much, just thought it was a coincidence yesterday, and she was envious in her heart.

What kind of luck is this!!!

Chen Fu was a little disgusted. She was troubled by her own trouble yesterday, which made Xinxin misunderstand. She kindly helped her, but she didn't know how to confess.

If something like bullying newcomers really happens, most people will still choose to stand by and watch.

Chen Fu has little experience in society and is very vague about the concept of good and evil. He also knows that his personality is a bit gentle and slow to warm up. Sometimes he doesn’t know how to respond to other people’s enthusiasm.

After thinking about it, she sincerely thanked her: "Thank you yesterday."

"No, no, no." Xinxin waved her hand, speaking quickly and quickly, with the northern girl's refreshing experience: "In the future, I often meet and make friends. You are young and easily bullied. I don't help everyone, mainly..."

She paused and joked: "Look at how beautiful you are, you really have no resistance."

Chen Fu was amused by her exaggerated tone and explained: "Actually, I chose the room yesterday, and I was..."

"Oh." Xinxin interrupted her and said cheerfully: "It's over, just solve the problem. Where are you going?"

“Eat breakfast.”

"Then the way, I just sent some porridge to Sihan."

The two walked towards the restaurant together. Xinxin was originally a familiar person, and Chen Fu also tried hard to find the topic. The two became much more familiar with each other along the way.

"Oh my God, Afu." Xinxin looked at Chenfu's plate and was shocked: "Why are you eating so little? You can almost catch up with Sihan in our family."

"No, no," Chen Fu said, "My gastroenteritis has not yet been cured. Usually... I can eat it very well."

Xinxin looked up and down at Chen Fu and said sadly: "If you can eat and still be so thin, how can we live."

Speaking of this, she suddenly started talking: "You don't know that in order to maintain our body shape, we Sihan will not eat spicy food, sweet food, heavy oil, salt, and no snacks."

Chen Fu nodded thoughtfully. She knew that Jiang Shutong was very restrained in diet, but he was also picky in food, and what he hated the most was celery, such as eggplant and loofah, and he never touched soft things like jelly, even jelly.

Moreover, he drinks coffee without sugar!

...

The opening ceremony was in front of a palace, with the red banner saying: The opening ceremony of the large-scale costume drama "Fenghua".

The entire crew is divided into thirteen departments: director, producer, actor, camera, lighting, venue, art, costume, makeup, recording, props, transportation and editing, and more than 100 people were present.

According to tradition, the altar is in front of the altar, with incense, candles, wax tables, fruits and pig heads, and the camera next to it is covered with red cloth. The main creator of the crew burns incense and worships the gods in turn, and finally lifts the red cloth and announces the start of the filming.

The actors and staff who attended the scene squeezed together to take the boot photos and got their job done.

Chen Fu was pulled by someone, but in the end she happened to stand behind Jiang Shutong. When everyone shouted "One, Two, Three Eggplant" together, she turned her head and looked.

He wore the lilac windbreaker last time, and the sunlight passed through the big banyan tree next to him and fell on the broken hair on his forehead, with a kind of tenderness.

After each of them dispersed, many people went to find several starring actors to take a photo. Lin Jialuo did not refuse, and Chen Sihan also politely said thank you while filming. Only Jiang Shutong was the same. Perhaps because of his cold aura, the aura that no one dared to go.

Xinxin came over and said mysteriously: "Let's go and say hello to the camera team and ask him to take care of us when the startup photos are repaired."

Chen Fu wanted to say no, so many people were far apart, except for the starring actors, they were basically all background boards. But seeing Xinxin was very interested, she went with her.

The camera guy was very kind and directly adjusted the pictures and asked them to find them by themselves.

Xinxin leaned over and looked, "Afu, you are very photogenic and don't need to practice at all."

"Is that right?" Chen Fu was suspicious. She never cared about these things, thinking that Xinxin was just talking casually.

The cameraman then took a look and said with a smile: "That's right, your face is small, your bones and skin are good, and your skin is white. It's really photogenic and you will definitely be popular."

Can you be popular? Chen Fu realized that he had misunderstood and hurriedly said, "I'm not an actor."

"Isn't it?" The cameraman looked surprised and said seriously: "Then I think you can try it."

Chen Fu was so amused and crying, "I have been nervous when I was young, it's not possible."

Xinxin introduced: "This is our screenwriter."

The cameraman nodded twice, and said persistently: "Then I still think you can try it."

The young man walked away with such obsession. Seeing that everyone around him were taking photos in various ways, Chen Fu suggested: "Sister Xinxin, let's go there and take a photo."

"Okay." Chen Fu's original intention was to take a photo of the two, but Xinxin misunderstood and was eager to try: "Let's find Jiang Shutong or Lin Jialuo?"

"ah?"

Xinxin has made a decision: "Jiang Shutong, after passing this village, I don't have this store, I am not so bold in my daily life, I will accompany you today!"

Jiang Shutong was talking with the director next to him. When he heard the movement, he turned his head and asked with his eyes: What's the matter?

Xinxin was already scared when she walked here. She poked Chen Fu's waist with her finger and signaled her to speak.

Chen Fu was afraid of itchyness, and while hiding, he said, "Photo... a photo."

Taking a photo? Jiang Shutong raised her eyebrows. As for the photo, she was so squeamish for a long time?

"Cell phone." He said.

Chen Fu unlocked the lock and handed it over, but the person did not move.

Jiang Shutong flipped through the desktop and found the camera from the colorful icons. He looked up and saw that Chen Fu was still three steps away. "Come here."

Chen Fu did as he got close to him and smelled the smell of woody vanilla on him. What kind of perfume should it be? It slid into the tip of his nose, clear but soft.

Thinking of this, Jiang Shutong had already pressed the shutter.

So perfunctory? Chen Fu glared at her in disbelief, not reminding her to look at the camera?

Seeing the meaning in her expression, Jiang Shutong asked: "Don't be satisfied?"

"...It's okay." Anyway, his photography skills were not expected.

When he went back, Xinxin shook her head and sighed: "I didn't expect Jiang Shutong to be so approachable. I didn't dare to approach him before. His face clearly stated that no one should be approached."

"Easy... approachable?"

"Isn't it?" Xinxin covered her chest, "He was so gentle to you just now."

Is that right? Chen Fu felt a strange feeling in her heart, and for a moment she couldn't tell what was wrong.

It’s like at the end of spring, peach blossoms fall from the branches, and the silent and unknown joy.

Before she could think about it, this feeling flashed through.

In the evening, everyone sat down according to the department, and the director held up his wine glass and happily delivered a speech like "I will not talk about work today, only about feelings."

Chen Fu is just right for gastroenteritis, and she can't eat greasy things these days, so she can only feast her eyes on the food on the table.

Not only that, she also had to take medicine.

While everyone was pushing the cups, she went to the corridor with a thermos. The powder was soaked before going out in the morning. Once it was opened, the heat came to her face with the bitter smell of Chinese patent medicine.

Chen Fu frowned and held her breath and sucked her mouth in small sips. I don’t know if it was because of her natural stenosis or psychological effects, she couldn’t swallow pills since she was a child, and she had to drink powder when she got sick.

When Jiang Shutong came out, he saw the little girl wandering in the corridor, holding a thermos cup, shaking her head with a few sips, and even jumping on the spot. He looked from afar, dancing.

"What are you doing?" Komatsu was puzzled.

"Drink medicine." Jiang Shutong withdrew her gaze and walked forward with her foot.

"Drink, drink medicine?" Komatsu was confused. Can you tell me this?

Chen Fu was still struggling with whether to drink the last sip, and a whisper came from his ear: "Let's go."

She looked up and saw Jiang Shutong's clean and slender back. He changed into a beige casual jacket, his spine was straight, and the light shone down. There was a circle of beautiful light around his hair.
To be continued...