"Mr. Zhong, please cooperate a little, otherwise our short film will not be able to be shot."

Zhong Yue laughed dryly. Cooperate? Do you mean I don’t want to cooperate? If I knew how to cooperate, I wouldn’t be dazed. “I’ve said I can’t do it for a long time, and I have to drive the ducks on the shelves.”

Director Jerry has now made up his mind to become popular in the cultural circle with this explosive promotional video. Seeing Zhong Yue want to get rid of his son, this is not OK. The identity of the male lead is the key to this promotional video!

"Mr. Zhong, don't worry. Please apply this situation and feel it. Assumption, I mean assumption, Miss Huang next to you is your wife. What should you do when your wife grinds ink for you?"

"What should I do?"

Director Jerry saw Zhong Yue frowning and pondering, and smiled, "Yes, think about it carefully, what should you do?"

Oh my god, let a single dog who has been single for twenty years think about what a couple should do when they sit together and tell their feelings. Isn’t this a problem for me, Fat Tiger?

Since there has not been a photo shoot, Ouyang Ming encouraged him in the distance, "Hug him! Brother Yue, hug her!"

However, seeing Huang Youwei's cold eyes as if he was scattered, Ouyang Ming shut up. It seemed that this young lady Binghan was not a soft persimmon that could be kneaded by others. He could only recite silently in his heart, so that Zhong Yue would be blessed with his own wishes.

"When my grandma was alive, every time I grind ink for my grandpa, my grandpa would always light an incense burner next to me."

"Look the incense burner? Yes! This is great! Prop set! Hey hey, is there any incense burner?"

"Director Liu, there is an incense burner, but there is no spice."

Jerry rolled up a stack of paper, "Just make something and stuff it in, don't have too much smoke, just create that atmosphere."

The incense burner was brought up soon.

"Okay, let's fight for one thing!"

"start!"

Huang Youwei sat aside and continued to grind the ink. Zhong Yue scratched a match a little unsightly and slowly put it into the incense burner. He watched the match gradually burning halfway, thinking about what messy things were placed here?

"Card!"

Director Jerry came over with a little collapse, "Mr. Zhong, my Mr. Zhong! Are you doing something about it?"

"Did I do something wrong?" Zhong Yue looked up at Jerry, who was suffering. His greasy face seemed to be painted with another layer of varnish, and it was shiny.

"Is the incense burner good?"

“Fortunately, the workmanship is a bit bad.”

Jerry looked at Zhong Yue, who had a straight man who had cancer, and finally stopped pretending to be a grandson, and shouted: "Is the girl next to you beautiful??"

“…”

"Mr. Zhong, you are out of control. I know that you are not a professional actor. Our short film does not mean that you have to shoot height and depth. It is just a very ordinary and warm small scene. So as long as you can devote some feelings, it is your strength to write calligraphy. It is really easy."

"Okay, give me some time and I'll brew it."

Huang Youwei, who was standing beside her, said lightly: "Do you have someone you like?"

"Um……"

"You treat me as the person you like, just like eating, tea and chatting, it's actually very easy."

Zhong Yue nodded in a daze.

The person you like?

Gu Qin, would she sit aside so quietly and grind ink for me?

I guess he would be grateful if he didn't knock the ink over...

Zhong Yue recalled the time he was collecting a field trip in Xiaohe Mountain. At that time, he was sitting on a stone and under the guidance of Jin Nong, he understood the lacquer calligraphy style. At that time, Gu Qin stood by silently, drawing his back.

Perhaps both of them will develop a tacit understanding when they are devoted to art. This is different from what they have experienced later, because later on, it seems that everything related to Gu Qin seems to be happening around Zhong Yue, buying clothes for him and storing water guns in the Youth Palace; Zhong Yue's lacquer book was ridiculed by his friends, and Gu Qin took Chen Pingping to explode vigorously, as if everything this witch did was centered on Zhong Yue.

"Okay, I think I understand."

Jerry, who was waiting on the side, immediately cheered up when he heard this, "Everyone cheer up and strive for this one to pass. I know it's almost a little bit now, and everyone hasn't eaten yet. If this one is passed, I'll treat you to a big meal!"

The staff, who were already emotional, calmed down when they heard this. At this time, they had already gotten off work and had dinner. The temporary task was still an unprofessional actor, which was really a pain.

Zhong Yue took a deep breath.

"start!"

Zhong Yue was thinking about the state he was in Xiaohe Mountain.

The matches were cut open and threw them into the incense burner. Zhong Yue looked at Huang Youwei, as if he was staring at Gu Qin. Both of them were doing their own things, but the faint communication between their eyebrows and eyes did not have too much artificial affectionate gaze, just like a first love.

Huang Youwei stopped grinding the ink, and Zhong Yue naturally picked up the brush and dipped it on the inkstone.

"He should not be a lover, but a little bit of paint will make him miss you."

Another camera tapped down from above and narrowed the focal length.

Jerry sat next to the display screen, looking at the two lines of poetry completed on Zhong Yue's paper under the camera, and shouted excitedly: "Card!"

Zhong Yue put down his pen and looked at Director Jerry who was running over, and said with a sense of silence: "No, it's really not possible. Director Jerry, it's better to find a professional actor to come over. I have tried my best."

Liu An said excitedly: "No, Mr. Zhong, it's great! You performed so well this time! I mean it's past!"

"real?"

"Of course! Very good. When we cut the shots in the later stages and accompanied by background music, I believe this is a very perfect promotional short film. And this poem is also very good, it is really good!"

Ouyang Ming ran over and said, "Are you okay?"

"Um."

"I'll take a look."

"Mr. Ouyang, it has not been edited yet. I will deliver it to the two of you after it is completed. How about it?"

"Okay, okay. Brother Yue, and Xiaowei... Well, let's go have a meal?"

Zhong Yue and Huang Youwei were about to change their clothes, and walked together, saying, "Yes, let's have a meal together?"

Huang Youwei looked up at Zhong Yue, "No need. I'm sick and can't eat anything outside."

“…”

The tacit understanding and pleasant atmosphere before was instantly shot away by this sentence.

"All right."

The two walked into the changing room separately.

Huang Youwei picked up the phone and showed a hint of disappointment on her face.

"Hey, Xiao Weiwei."

"Sister Qingyu..."

"What's wrong? Didn't you see Zhong Yue when you went to Shanghai?"

“See it.”

"Then why do you speak like this?"
Chapter completed!