The diaphragm in Yan An's eyes had reached a point where she couldn't bear it, and she couldn't pay attention to the conversation between Chao Zhen and the little girl, and pulled A

IE walked to the car.

"The director is so stubborn about this shot. It's not related to the plot, but it just has to be filmed. I watched this shot for a day, but everyone in the whole crew had to be so consumed. ”

Yan An only then remembered to ask what kind of shot it was.

A

IE casually mentioned it, Yan An had a picture in his mind. She said: "That shot is a classic in film history, no wonder the director wants to pay homage to imitation. ”

"But you have to do what you can, isn't it? Wang Qiantang is not that material!"

A

IE stared at Wang Qiantang at the scene today and took countless shots of this, and at this time it seems that I can still hear the director cut and repeat again and again, and now I talk to Yan An, and I only have a grumpy part in my heart.

Yan An was finally able to find a place to wash her hands and take out the things in her eyes, and when she pulled her red eyes in the mirror, she suddenly heard A

IE said: "Actually, the director has always hoped that you would play Jiuqin, but Chao Zhen was unwilling, I don't know why?"

This was the first time Yan An had heard such words, and she turned her head and looked at A suspiciously

ie。

"Didn't Chao Zhen tell you?"

IE pretended to be surprised and said, "I heard that the director expressed this meaning when he first saw you, why don't you seem to know it at all?"

First time meeting?

Yan An suddenly remembered that on the night of Congguan, a person holding a camera suddenly jumped out of the grass. At that time, Bucheon Harunji did have some words with her, and she was able to speak Japanese. But how did Chao Zhen translate it? Yan An couldn't remember it a little, but it certainly wouldn't have anything to do with Tiecha and Jiuqin.

Yan An turned his head back to look at himself in the mirror.

Nine pianos?

"Actually, give me more time and I can learn to smoke. Wang Qiantang said to Chao Zhen: "I don't know why you want to change this setting? ”

"It has nothing to do with this. As soon as the cold wind blew, Chao Zhen coughed lightly and said, "I will suggest to the director to delete this shot." ”

Wang Qiantang was stunned suddenly, and then said anxiously: "What's the matter? Am I behaving too badly? But I'm really careful." Otherwise, I'll go and ask Zuo Lone for advice, ask her to teach me, and give me some more time, okay?"

Chao Zhen was silent, he felt in his heart that even Zuo Lonely couldn't perform the effect the director wanted.

"Let's talk about it. "He just wants to go back now.

"The ...... That beautiful sister, ...... with you."

"It's not my sister. Chao Zhen interrupted her and said, "She is also a little girl. ”

"But she looks ......"

Yes, Yan An's face is like white paper, what paint is what color is painted. Both Haruji and Yoshitoshi Kudo appreciate her plasticity, just like the photographs that appeared in the Kudo photo exhibition, the difference between the two sets of photos is only a change of clothes and headdress, and it is almost impossible to connect them.

Just now, Fuchuan Chunji inadvertently said again, "Yan An is the Jiuqin standing in front of me alive." ”

"It's late. Chao Zhen said: "Rest early, there will be heavy shooting tomorrow." ”

"The thought of continuing to shoot this disaster tomorrow makes me want to cry. Wang Qiantang rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and said, "Acting is so difficult. ”

Chao Zhen walked to the car, the lights inside were very dim, and he guessed that Yan An had rested. He opened the door carefully, but unexpectedly saw Yan An resting on the sofa. The hair that had been coiled up before had loosened up, and the zigzag waves were stacked on top of the shoulders. The makeup on his face has not been removed, and the strong eyeliner when he closes his eyes becomes more and more obvious. But the previous trench coat had been taken off, and there was only a tight skirt made of purple velvet.

The light in the car seemed to be lit only by a candle in the corner. In this dimly lit environment, the people sitting there are like old and dull oil paintings.

This is not Jiuqin.

As soon as he approached, Yan An suddenly opened his eyes, and his gaze wandered in the dim environment for a long time before focusing on his face.

"Coming back?" she asked softly, reaching for the lights.

Chao Zhen held her hand, leaned down and kissed her.

The rich smell of fat powder and perfume came to his nose, and it made him dizzy at once.

Yan An took the initiative to separate from him, looking at him from the bottom up through the thick false eyelashes, with flirtatious and teasing.

"It's so late, what are you talking about with the little girl?" Yan An leaned back with his hands, and his shoulders, neck and collarbones cut out an angular semi-circular arc.

"What do you think?

"Ouch. Perhaps she was woken up, Yan An spoke as if wrapped in dense agarwood, and she said, "I don't think so." ”

Yan An yawned, grabbed the blanket next to him and wrapped it around his body, still said vaguely: "I'm too sleepy, I want to rest." ”

Chao Zhen pulled her to her feet, and quickly blurted out a word. He asked, "Do you want to smoke?"

Yan An raised his eyes suspiciously, then smiled as if he thought of something, and said: "The shot that has never been filmed today was originally designed to smoke? That girl named Wang Qiantang can't smoke? So let's take a look at what my so-called old smoking gun looks like to teach her?"

"I can't teach. ”

Yan An stretched out his hand towards him. She originally thought it was Chao Zhen's sudden weird idea, but when he took out a pack of unopened cigarettes, she was still a little stunned.

"Are you ready in the morning?" or are you ......" Yan An leaned forward, not smelling the smell of nicotine on him. She also bluntly said, "I don't like smokers." ”

"I asked Ah Hao to buy it before. Chao Zhen replied.

"When. ”

"When you appeared. ”

Chao Zhen has always hated all of Yan An's bad habits. In the past, the smell of pantothenic nicotine on her body would make him irritable and uncomfortable, but now his impression of Yan An's smoking is stuck in the afternoon of the Japanese hotel.

Just now he saw her slowly walking out of the light and shadow, with a calm face and only glancing at people with her spare eyes, he felt that she should have a pack of cigarettes in her handbag.

But she didn't have a handbag, so she didn't smoke either.

Yan An cleanly removed the plastic paper on the outside and opened the lid. Chao Zhen watched as she gently picked out a cigarette with her fingers rubbing black nail polish and casually slipped it into her mouth.

She just took a cigarette in her mouth and looked at him.

Chao Zhen took out a match, lit it, and watched the curling white smoke and slightly pungent smell hover in this carriage for a long time.

Yan An only took a puff and pinched the cigarette between his fingers. She gently attached to Chao Zhen's ear and whispered, "What's the matter?

Chao Zhen stared at her eyes fixedly, and heard her smile and asked, "Open your eyes and take a good look, who am I?"