Maybe sometimes life is so sudden, and what was decided yesterday afternoon is actually going to start filming today. Li Yao stood in the venue and looked at the group of staff and those equipment, unexpectedly, all of them were prepared for an idea between him and the mouse, and he also had to play the second male lead, which made him feel unreal until now.

"Oops, oops" The mouse's mother walked around the field, looking at this qiē with wide eyes, "Zhicong is really promising, there are so many people under him, oops"

The rat walked around with his mother, and Swallow stood coldly with his arms crossed, while the director of the team, the crazy girl classmate that Swallow was talking to, was talking to him.

This female classmate is indeed quite special, not to mention anything else, there is a problem with that dress, it's September now, and the weather is very hot, but she is actually wearing a coat, the color of the coat is a little brighter than the army green, with that texture, it looks really like matcha. Not only are the clothes very thick, but there is also a red scarf around his neck.

She: "Xue Yan, you've been in Hengdian for so long, why haven't you achieved any results?

Yanzi: "You have achieved results, you used your father's people to film everywhere, shoot back such a bad piece and then edit it for your father, and the work that came out is said to be your own, and you can actually be famous." Has the definition of strength been distorted like this over the years?"

She: "Okay, don't you think that I rely on my dad? I tell you that I have nothing to do with him, these, these people, are my own team, my own! Can you see my efforts?"

Swallow: "Oh—as if these people didn't take care of you for your father's sake." ”

She was angry: "Xue Yan, don't think that if I like you, you can act recklessly, and be kind as a donkey's liver and lungs!"

Yanzi lazily added: "It is also said that donkey liver has no taste." ”

She glared at the swallow and stamped away.

The last sentence was a bit loud, and the mouse's mother noticed it and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mouse: "It's okay, it's okay." Mom, I'll keep telling you, what about this furry thing, called"

Although the old man didn't understand, he was still very happy to hear it, and nodded again and again, his face full of satisfaction.

Xu Kuan was also very happy, it was the first time he had cooperated with a serious crew, and he had been discussing framing with the camera with a pen. Li Yao held the script in his hand, and although the lines drawn out by the highlighter had been memorized, he had not yet figured them out one by one, but it was more than enough to complete today's part.

The first scene was as Yanzi said yesterday, the opponent scene on the basketball court was chosen, because it was a modern drama, and the costumes didn't need to be too special, so the two of them wore ordinary uniforms, but the makeup took a short time, Li Yao was pulled over to smear and pat and pat the dust for a long time, but when he opened his eyes, he seemed to have no makeup at all, and when he got closer, he found that the small flaws on his face were gone, and he also played contouring powder, and the whole face was three-dimensional, and the corners of his eyes were down, which made people feel very innocent and pure when they looked at it.

Yanzi looks like the male protagonist of an idol drama, with makeup, coupled with a refreshing and simple white shirt and black pants, many female staff members are discussing in a whisper.

The female classmate who was dressed like matcha was still angry with Yanzi just now, and when she saw him dressed like this, she couldn't get angry, but she still pretended to be angry on her face, checked the preparation of each group with a red face, and motioned for the mouse to shout to start.

The rat glanced at his mother, then cleared his throat and puffed out his chest:

“action!”

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It's noon, and the scene in the picture is a basketball court that looks a little deserted, the paint of the metal ball frame is peeling off, the glass on the panel is broken, and there are a few dirty threads hanging under the ball frame, which have been abandoned for a long time at first glance.

There is a wall next to the basketball court, and weeds are constantly bubbling between the gaps, and the pickled radish is against the wall, bending his knees and hugging his knees, his head buried very low, and his thin shoulders occasionally shrug twice.

Bai Feng put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked over casually, and sat down in a place where the sun couldn't shine, almost half a meter away from the pickled radish, not far away.

His back was against the wall, and the voice in his ears was the Chinese class at this time yesterday.

"And Zhiyong is mostly trapped in drowning. "Even if I'm not in class, I can clearly think of the Chinese teacher's appearance, a timid middle-aged baldness.

Pickled radish heard the sound and raised his head slightly to look around.

It was Bai Feng, who recognized it despite the hazy tears. Because Bai Feng is also quite special, in addition to himself in the class, if there is anyone who has been alone, then only Bai Feng.

Why is he sitting here?

I often come here during this gym class, sneak away after running, the school was just expanded last year, and after the big new playground, there are few people coming to the old place.

I heard that it will be demolished and another art building will be built.

I always feel that here, like him, is useless, all of them have been abandoned, they are all inconspicuous, and they will eventually disappear.

In fact, there is nothing to be afraid of disappearing, but the thought of disappearing will not be remembered by anyone, and no one will feel sad about themselves.

It's like it's been so long, and every time I go to visit the patient, I still cry, and I still can't accept the fact that my mother is not there.

Mom often said that death from illness was good compared to other deaths, at least she had a long time to say goodbye to him.

But it's not good at all, and every time I think about it, I have to shed tears. As long as you think that there is no one else, secretly chop up ginger and hide it in the dish, remind him to wash his face and brush his teeth every day, and tirelessly match the clothes he is going to go out will eventually attract his ridicule.

Pickled radish one accidentally, sobbing out of the sound.

He looked at Bai Feng, didn't even frown, very calm.

"Oh me!"

After opening a head, he couldn't hold it anymore, he cried and talked about his own things intermittently, very scattered and fragmented, and talked about it wherever he wanted.

He would also go to see Bai Feng's reaction when it was brief, and what reassured him was that Bai Feng had maintained that posture and had not changed.

It's like it's not an offensive pity, it's just a silent support.

Pickled radish felt like she was going to cry again, wiping her eyes indiscriminately.

"You, yes, that's you, translate this sentence!"

Bai Feng heard the teacher's voice directed at him, could it be that he asked himself in that class?

Because of his hearing impairment, he is very good at observing the environment, and according to the actions of others, the expressions of others, and the reactions of others, he can even disguise until now.

Looking at the actions of the same table and turning the pages of the book, he smiled and nodded politely when he was accosted, and the teacher's mouth shape had nothing to do with him as long as it was not "Bai Feng". As long as you put a little effort into it, it's easy to cope with the past.

So, is the teacher calling himself?

Before he could finish his doubts, he heard the sound of a chair rubbing against the ground again, and a guy in front of him stood up, sobbing and stumbling.

After leaving it for a while, the teacher had to let him sit down, and Bai Feng heard people around him laughing quietly, saying things like "pickled radish" and "waste of nests".

Ah so, there seems to be a person sitting in front of him, with a plain temperament, a bland appearance, and a bland sense of shrinkage, the only thing that can leave an impression is his nickname "pickled radish".

Even from the teacher, I rarely hear his name, and everyone knows only the name "pickled radish".

It's not because of anything else, it's just that the guy's lunch box at noon every day is all pickled radish for rice, and it hasn't changed.

Speaking of which, because of the relationship between the front and back tables, he often picks up pens for himself.

The impression is nothing more.

When Bai Feng opened his eyes, he saw that the guy next to him who had just buried his head had raised his face at some point, and kept wiping the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, and the cuffs of his school uniform were dirty and dark.

If it weren't for the fact that he happened to hear about this guy just now, Bai Feng would definitely not have remembered that this was his classmate.

It's not a girl's pear blossom with rain, the boy looks very ugly when he cries, Bai Feng is a little bored in his heart, he originally thought that the person next to him was sleeping, but he didn't expect to be crying, which means that what he hears at the same time tomorrow will be a tiresome cry.

The pickled radish looked like he had been crying for a long time, and he was very depressed, biting his lower lip, and the whole person was curled up and shaking badly.

Really. Bai Feng took out a pack of paper from his pocket and threw it to him, hoping that he would stop early, and then continued to maintain the posture just now, leaning against the wall and looking at the abandoned playground in front of him.

The sunlight has moved from hand to lap, and from the dark to the light, the view is like a perfectly focused photograph.

The sunlight is bright, and the shadows on the edges of the pruned shrubs are stacked on top of each other, making it look like a painted contrast, and even from a long distance, you can feel the refreshing feeling of almost watermelon that is unique to the grass pruning.

The shadow of the basketball hoop is folded on the concrete floor, and it is framed. Weeds grow wildly.

The pickled radish hurriedly took the package of paper, didn't dare to use it, just put it aside, buried his head in his arm again.

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After the filming was over, the mouse stayed and continued to show his mother some behind-the-scenes work, and Li Yao took the matcha girl to talk to Yang Ming.

Matcha originally wanted Tsubashi to come along, but Tsubashi was as cold as his character and didn't appreciate it at all.

During the filming, the mouse was not polite to Li Yao at all, and reprimanded him more than a dozen times, not to show him in front of his mother, Li Yao has no experience after all, but fortunately, at the end of the day, he has made great progress, and the future drama should be a lot smoother.

Matcha was wearing a tweed wrapped in a scarf, still red and green, and people kept looking at her on the road, Li Yao walked for a while, and couldn't help asking:

"Well, why are you wearing so much?"