"Zhao Xiaohua. I have to learn three words at once. ”

Song Ci had a look of embarrassment on his face, and counted with his fingers, and quickly became firm again.

"Brother Xiangyang, don't worry, I will definitely be able to learn!"

Gu Mingjing grabbed the branch of the tree for a moment, clicked the little bit in his hand, pulled the pen to the right and pulled it back again, and wrote a horizontal stroke in a dignified manner.

He tensed a small face, and secretly cried out in his heart that he was lucky.

If she hadn't reminded me, I would have almost misspelled Song Ci's name.

So the little boy concentrated, as if writing big characters, and wrote the words "Zhao Xiaohua" on the mud floor without perfunctory strokes.

Song Ci next to him was not idle, he also broke a branch, turned his head to learn the appearance of a little boy, and followed the painting one after another, still babbling in his mouth and not knowing what he was reading.

This time, there was no need for the director to remind him, Xu Weijun consciously gave a close-up of the words on the ground.

On the one hand, the wind bones are hidden horizontally and vertically, and the crooked and oblique characters are not formed, which is especially in line with the characteristics of beginners.

Song Ci followed the painting with a tiger, tired and sweating profusely.

She stood up proudly, admiring her masterpiece, and wanted to compare it with what the little teacher wrote.

Because her size was not enough to affect her vision, she also stood on the firewood and stood tall to see far away.

The warm breeze blew, ruffling her hair from the branches.

She scratched it as if she was afraid of itching, and the dirt on her hands rubbed against her face, more like a little cat.

She looked back and forth, her brows furrowed together, and Ai Ai said:

"It doesn't seem to look good......

Gu Mingjing quickly picked up:

"It's okay, it's the first time you've learned to write, it's already good to write like this, practice more in the future, and I'm sure you'll be able to write as well as I will soon." ”

The director frowned, and suddenly felt that something was not quite right.

I didn't think there was anything wrong with reading the script before.

The director subconsciously glanced at the screenwriter.

Wang Nan pushed the black-framed glasses, silently took out the pen and script, obviously feeling that there was something that needed to be changed.

The eyebrow and eye lawsuit between the two was just a moment, and the two children who performed in the field didn't pay attention to them at all, and played them themselves.

Song Ci silently looked at the handwriting on both sides, jumped off the bundle of firewood, squatted down and continued to draw.

"I know that as long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle. I still don't believe it, I can't even write Chinese characters well! What's so difficult about this, is it harder than chopping wood? Is it harder than fetching water? Is it harder than plowing the ground? I'm sure I can write it well! This is Zhao, and this is the ...... like this."

Gu Mingjing watched her graffiti on a branch as if she was clenching her fist, and couldn't help but grab her hand and correct:

"It's not like that to hold a pen, I'll teach you. ”

Song Ci obediently loosened the branch and let him teach him hand in hand.

Gu Mingjing simply held her little hand and took her to write.

"You made a mistake with the stroke just now, you can't draw three horizontal lines first, you have to write one horizontal first, then one vertical, and then one horizontal ......."

The director watched the two children squatting on the ground and writing seriously, and his frowning brows relaxed.

That's it!

glanced at Wang Nan, and sure enough, she also put away her pen and looked at the two children in the middle of the venue thoughtfully.

The director smiled and didn't care about her.

The screenwriter is not so easy to do, and the screenwriter with the group has to adjust the plot lines at any time according to the actual shooting needs, and everyone is like this.

The two children over there had already finished writing Zhao Xiaohua again.

Song Ci happily looked left and right, eager to cut off this piece of land and move it home to frame it.

"Did you learn?"

Gu Mingjing looked at her happy appearance, and was also brought into the mood, and looked at her with a gentle smile.

"Hmm!"

Song Ci nodded heavily, his smile brighter than the sun in the sky!

"I remember, thank you, Brother Xiangyang!"

Gu Mingjing seemed to be shaken by this overly bright smile, and was stunned before saying hello.

Song Ci looked left and right for a long time, his fingers were back and forth in the air, confirming that he really remembered, then he exhaled, turned his head and asked as if he remembered something:

"Brother Xiangyang, can you teach me to write your name again? ”