In the evening, the four friends naturally ate and played until late, different from the house rented in Changchun Garden, this yard is their own property after all, and the feeling is different. When he was resting, Song Yang naturally pulled the blushing Zhou Ling away, and when he was about to go out, he turned around and winked at Meng Fanzhu, his expression was so cheap that people had the urge to smoke him.

After taking a bath, Meng Fanzhu comfortably hugged Anya and lay on the wide bed, smelling the faint fragrance of the little girl. In my heart, I am constantly reciting the second chapter of Mencius: Therefore, the heavens will descend on people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are motivated to endure and benefit what they cannot......

I remember that when Master Gao talked about this chapter in his dream, he once commented: This passage is very suitable for saying to juniors, friends, leaders, and lovers, but it is not suitable for saying it to himself. Anyway, he doesn't want to do such a big thing, life is just a hundred years, just do what he wants.

I don't want to do anything big, just distract myself, don't always drool at Anya's carcass, Brother Pig doesn't fit his personality as a sunny youth. But in the last two nights, every night has been a great test of my concentration. I believe that if you can persist in this kind of training for a period of time, your spiritual attributes will definitely improve, which is really too exercised!

At this moment, Anya nestled in her arms like a kitten, her head arched over her shoulders, moving from time to time to fine-tune a more comfortable position. Constantly having hair naughtily drilling into his nostrils, making his heart itch along with his nose; Anya's fair arms wrapped around her neck, and the two huge and elastic flesh balls on her chest squeezed her waist and abdomen tightly; her round and warm thighs rested on her legs, and her perfectly curved calves continued to rub back and forth, and the slippery skin contact stimulated Meng Fanzhu's nerves.

This is the rhythm of tempting the dead to pay for their lives, and all the insightful recitation just now has been done useless, and it has turned into a flowing water.

Finally, when Anya's little hand slowly touched her little brother, Meng Fanzhu heard that the nervous nerve in his brain that was tense completely collapsed. The flames that had accumulated in his body for two days instantly erupted like a volcano sjecting magma.

Meng Fanzhu only felt that he had been thrown into a scorching oven, and his vision would only be distorted when the scenery in front of him was hot.

hugged Anya tightly, as if she wanted to crush the little girl into her body. That is, Anya has been strengthened by the red face system, or this bear hug will suffocate the little girl.

"Whew!"

Anya was caught off guard and let out a touching cry, like pouring a bowl of cold water into a hot oil pot, and sparks suddenly burst out. Meng Fanzhu's fiery lips fell like raindrops on Anya's beautiful face, pink neck, and graceful collarbone. Violently tore apart Anya's loungewear, and finally concentrated on the red beans that stood proudly on the top of the two holy and towering snow-capped mountains.

Anya, who had never been so stimulated, was suddenly drained of all her strength, lying on the bed weakly and bonelessly, with a pillow on her head, her slender neck arched high, and her mouth grown, like a drowning man gasping for breath but silently, as if she didn't even have the strength to moan.

After some passionate lingering, Meng Fanzhu did not stop Anya from helping him release his desires this time. I really couldn't hold it back, and I hugged my beloved woman for two days, but I could only watch it but not eat it, and no one could stand it. When Anya covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom to rinse her mouth, Meng Fanzhu was half lying on the bed, feeling very comfortable. Sure enough, it is better to block than to be sparse, and the physical and mental pleasure after the stagnant fire is fully released, which makes Meng Fanzhu have endless aftertaste. Although he and Anya have not yet broken through to the last step, Meng Fanzhu knows that Anya has done her best to love herself, and this feeling is heavy, which makes Meng Fanzhu extremely moved.

How can the beauty repay her kindness, only by making a promise!

In the morning, he covered Anya who was still sleeping peacefully with a blanket and gently kissed her delicate face. Meng Fanzhu hummed a song and opened the refrigerator and began to prepare breakfast. The worries were eliminated by her father, the accumulated desires were released by Anya, and Meng Fanzhu, who was relaxed and unshackled, seemed to be able to fly.

After the four of them had breakfast playfully, Song Yang and Zhou Ling were going to drive to Badaling to climb the mountain. Anya wants to go back to school, she hasn't spent the night in the dormitory for two days, Yan Bingjie has already called in the morning, severely criticized Anya's unorganized and undisciplined behavior, and ordered her to return to school before 9 o'clock to participate in today's activities in the dormitory, otherwise Meng Fanzhu will be pulled out to ask for beheading.

After Meng Fanzhu sent Anya downstairs to the bedroom, he immediately rushed to the CCTV building near the princess's grave. Originally, I wanted to take Anya to see the audition, and then recommend her to Uncle Daya to play Zuolan, but after telling Anya in the car just now, I saw that she was really not interested in filming, so I gave up.

There was no place to park, so I had to park my car on a small street like Yangfangdian West Road, and then walk one mile to the gate of CCTV. Uncle Daya had already finished the door and waited there, and when he saw Meng Fanzhu, he immediately came over and hugged him enthusiastically, and the smell of smoke on his body made Meng Fanzhu almost cough.

"Uncle Big Tooth, you should go to work in a tobacco company, it must be much more comfortable than in the TV station. Meng Fanzhu couldn't help but ridicule his uncle.

"Cut, make cigarettes for others, how can anyone else give us cigarettes comfortably, little boy, mix well with Uncle Shi, and ensure that you eat and drink spicy food." "Shi Daya has always been a giant in language, and he has never suffered a loss in the confrontation of words in his life, so naturally he can't let his master and nephew tease.

The two of them talked and laughed and walked into the 400-meter studio, today's audition is here, and more than a dozen main roles have to be decided today. In order to coordinate the schedules of these actors, CCTV Fengyun has also made great efforts.

There is no special arrangement in the studio, half of it is a stage, only 30 centimeters above the ground, and the audience is facing the stage. There are four tables in the front row with name tags, and the leftmost one is your own. Meng Fanzhu walked straight over and sat down, he had already experienced the job of choosing a role many times in his dreams, so he was naturally familiar with it.

Shi Daya kept using the walkie-talkie to direct the film crew to make preparations at the scene, and Meng Fanzhu couldn't help frowning. Not to mention CCTV, even the Dragon Provincial TV station where I am in my dream, these should be the work of the assistant director, and the director should put more energy and time on creation. Things like Uncle Shi are arranged in great detail, not to mention whether he can afford it, so there is no need to set up the position of assistant director at all.

When he first arrived, it was not easy to ask, so Meng Fanzhu left his doubts in his heart.

Soon it was half past nine, and the auditions began immediately. At this moment, a young man accompanied a man who looked like an official walked in leisurely, with a script and a teacup in his hand. When he walked past the table, he glanced at Meng Fanzhu curiously, and seemed to be a little surprised by such a young screenwriter. The young man's eyes revealed two complex emotions that should have been opposed, disdain and jealousy. At this time, Shi Daya finally arranged everything and walked over.

"Director Zhang, Director Li, let me introduce to you, this is Mr. Meng Fanzhu, the creator of the script of "Latent". The first thing Shi Daya did was to introduce Meng Fanzhu to the two people, and then briefly introduced the two to Meng Fanzhu.

Director Zhang is the director of the CCTV Fengyun Film and Television Preparatory Department, assisting in the preparation of various film and television drama crews, which is semi-service. Originally, his position was a casual errand for drinking tea and reading newspapers, and the formation of each crew was the director's business. The strong director doesn't allow Director Zhang to point fingers at the side, so Director Zhang is naturally happy to be idle.

But this time, I don't know why, Shi Daya's "Latent" crew was formed, and he actually jumped out to fulfill an obligation that he had never fulfilled. not only helped Shi Daya form the crew, but also spared no effort to shoehorn in an assistant director. Shi Daya had the heart to refuse, but he couldn't refuse people's normal work as strongly as those veteran directors, so he could only eat Coptis dumbly, and he couldn't say anything about his suffering.

Hearing Shi Daya's introduction, Director Zhang nodded a little arrogantly, but ignored Meng Fanzhu's outstretched hand. Director Li next to him seemed to be looking at Director Zhang's horse, and he just nodded, and didn't even stand up.

Shi Daya was a little embarrassed, and Meng Fanzhu saw anger in his eyes. Forget it, for the sake of Uncle Daya's face, he didn't care about these two pretentious people, Meng Fanzhu naturally withdrew his hand. In my dream, this situation has not happened once or twice, and it has long been strange. In this special place in the film and television industry, anything outrageous can happen. Similar things like looking down on people, ignoring people, and even insulting people will happen often, and today's scene is really nothing.

After the four of them sat down again, the venue began to arrange for the actors to come in one by one to audition. The first role to be selected today is Wu Jingzhong, the stationmaster of TJ Station, and only three actors are arranged for this role. As for why this was arranged, Meng Fanzhu didn't ask, but the three Meng Fanzhu were not optimistic. The acting skills are exaggerated and the expression is contrived, and there is no superficial kindness and teacher-student friendship required by the role, but in fact, he is cunning and regards money as his life.

During this period, the opinions of Director Zhang and Director Li dominated the position, but Shi Daya, the official director, was ignored aside. As soon as Shi Daya expressed his opinion, Director Li first refuted, and then Director Zhang immediately affirmed Director Li's opinion. The actors who came to audition on the scene were all thoughtful people, and after a few clicks, they understood that it was the assistant director who really spoke usefully for the crew, so all the attention and flattery were put on Director Li, and Shi Daya and Meng Fanzhu were completely reduced to soy sauce.

Meng Fanzhu sighed in his heart: Where there are people, there will be rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there will be grievances. Blindly avoiding tolerance will only make the opponent gain an inch, and when there is a cliff behind him and there is no way to retreat, what should it be!

(End of this chapter, read the next chapter)