Crossover Actors [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 27

    Lu Wen sat up pretending to be a corpse, his eyes still red, and stared at Li Dapeng: "What did you say? Is it Teacher Qu's intention to arrange a life assistant for me?"

    "That's right." Li Dapeng said, "Xiao Zhang You told me so." The

    blanket slipped from his shoulders, and Lu Wenguang was drying his arms, dazed. Sun Xiaojian opened his mouth at the side, also quite surprised.

    "I'm going to tidy up, pack up the dirty clothes, and return them to Teacher Fudao tomorrow." Li Dapeng took the towel and water glass, went to the small living room, and pulled up the screen fan.

    Lu Wen and Sun Xiaojian looked at each other for a while.

    Lu Wen scratched his short hair anxiously, so Qu Yanting arranged an assistant for him that afternoon when he gave him a play lecture. He has been enjoying Qu Yanting's care for him, but he doesn't realize it.

    Sun Xiaojian said: "Bian Qu's doing this shows that he admires you very much. Our goal from the beginning has been achieved?"

    Lu Wen slid into the bed and turned over to face the wall. He doesn't know whether he appreciates it or not, he only remembers that he bumped into Qu Yanting countless times, and now his chest is swollen, full of guilt.

    Unexpectedly, the body drove over the speed bump and bumped a bit.

    Only then did Lu Wen notice it, and he turned his head and asked, "What's going on? The car is moving?"

    Sun Xiaojian said, "You're tired and stupid, how can you go back to the hotel if you don't move?"

    Lu Wen said anxiously, "But Teacher Qu hasn't gotten into the car yet. !”

    Except for the artist and kimono group, the others have not yet finished work. After shooting the car accident, it was necessary to take another set of unmanned scenery shots.

    In the early morning, it is one of the nodes of light change, and the scene light should be re-judged. Qu Yanting sat under the awning, crossed his legs, and drew a new sketch with a pen and paper on his legs.

    He looked up at the street and designed the lighting for each location. Out of the corner of his eye, he ran towards this side suddenly. He lowered his head and nervously turned the pen holder.

    "Qubian," Duan Meng burrowed into the shed, "the machine has been protected again, no problem."

    Qu Yanting said briefly: "Well, it's hard work." The

    rain was too heavy, Duan Meng had no intention of leaving, so he stood aside: "Qu Bian, your posture is very sketchy. I have studied painting before, and I still studied directing. When did you learn it?"

    Qu Yanting had learned it before, but he is not a professional, and learning from directors is indispensable for storyboarding, and he learned it in general. But he attributed it to the enlightener, saying: "I learned it from my dad when I was young."

    Duan Meng said: "My father must be a cultural person, not a painter?"

    Qu Yanting pursed his lips and smiled, but his eyes were calm, yes The usual perfunctory way of adults.

    After marking the last stroke, he directly said: "A shot the big rocker arm and started working."

    Back to the hotel.

    Lu Wen took a hot bath and washed himself from head to toe. He didn't even bother to move his fingers, the old monk sat down in front of the dressing table and called Sun Xiaojian to come in and serve him.