Zhuang Zhongtian helped Meng Shi hold on to the narrow door that opened and closed automatically, and when he stepped in with both feet, he couldn't wait to drill inside.

It seemed like something was about to happen in it that he didn't want to miss at all.

Don't say a word, look at me, calm down and look at it, look carefully, and stare at Han Lu.

Look at me. Stared at Han Lu.

Who the hell is it to look at?

Don't say a word?

If Ye Shangmo greets me, it's not appropriate not to answer.

Can you make it clear?

Guan Bin didn't understand Meng Shi's words very well, and after thinking about it, he almost hit the door that automatically went back.

He hurriedly stretched out his hand, twisted around, and stood next to Zhuang Zhongtian, like a nimble monkey.

Zhuang Zhongtian was looking forward to seeing Meng Shi and Ye Shangmo meet.

He wanted to see what he said when he said that he had declared himself along the way, all of which was said to Meng Shi, who had heard Ye Shangmo, what he would say when he saw Ye Shangmo.

However, he only heard Ye Shangmo ask: What wind blows you here?

Listen to Meng Shi's answer: Ordinary wind.

It's gone.

No, after he finished speaking, he deliberately glanced back.

It's like saying that even if you say it in front of the leaf, you need to tell it.

Usual wind?

Zhuang Zhongtian kept reciting these three words silently in his heart, and gradually lost his mind.

Ye Shangmo turned around, crossed the monitor, entered the filming scene, and walked straight to Han Lu, who was still sitting and had not come back to his senses.

Meng Shi looked around at the environment of the venue.

Guan Bin was stunned for a moment, and then saw that he didn't know where to come from, he took out a folding maza, snapped it open, slapped the braided surface, and made smoke and dust from the pillar of light leaking from the opposite side.

Then I watched him put the mazar on the edge of the director's chair at the end of the leaf, and fiddled back and forth with both sides with both hands to make sure that it was stable, and then stroked the hem of the monk's robe and sat on it.

He put one hand on the armrest of the director's chair, Erlang leaned forward, elbowed his elbow to the inside of his knee, supported his side face with his palm, and tilted his head to look at the field.

Look at me, and keep your mind still......

I don't know why, Guan Bin saw that he looked like this was my family, and his heart suddenly calmed down.

He wasn't entangled, why didn't he say a word, whether to look at Meng Shi or stare at Han Lu.

Even, no longer think about it-

Meng Shi shook him from Putuo to Hengdian, and he went all the way up the mountain by boat, car, and Internet café all night, walking, and was scared half to death when he took the car down the mountain, and finally came to this place, what are you going to do.

Guan Bin walked forward, squatted next to Meng Shimaza, and did not speak.

The two of them stared at Han Lu together.

Ye Shangmo leaned over, the elbows of both hands propped up on the desk, and whispered something to Han Lu, like a goose stretching its neck.

And Han Lu is like a chicken frightened by thunder in a rainstorm, motionless.

Ye Shangmo's constant change of drama made Han Lu very uncomfortable, so Wu Yi couldn't find someone to train her acting skills in advance.

After the change, Cheng Dao's divine aura was full of energy, which made him exhausted and unable to cope.

Lunzhu Zhuoma opened her hands, spread her legs apart, and the eldest sister who made up her touched up her makeup from the front, and the prop young lady squatted in the back, changing her and sticking to the warm baby on the inside of her calves.

The whole person presents a large font, as long as the eyeballs can move.

To the left he looked at Meng Shi and Guan Bin who was squatting next to him, and turned to the right to look at Ye Shangmo, who was stretching his neck, and Han Lu, who was sitting in a daze.

The corners of her mouth turned up unconsciously.

I don't know why, it's clear that these four people are very serious, so serious that they can be described as dignified.

If you laugh at this time, your career will be over.

Lun Zhu thought.

But this solemn and weird atmosphere just made her feel inexplicably happy.

"Do you know?"

Cheng Dao, who was pacing back and forth next to him, asked.

Lunzhu came back from the edge of almost holding back her laughter.

But I didn't know how to answer for a while.

After thinking about it, he described it truthfully: "It's considered an acquaintance, right? His name is Meng Shi, and the month before filming started, Director Ye asked me to send him a script. ”

"Send a script?" It's just that under the monk's robe, Cheng Dao, who was wearing a relatively thin thermal underwear, stopped walking.

Lunzhu said: "I remember that when it was sent to Xitiankou Hutong, Meng Shi got the script, and Director Ye let him go. ”

Cheng Dao said: "The name of this alley is a bit interesting. ”

Lun Zhu has a lot of respect for this senior who usually teaches her a lot of acting details, and desperately recalls that she doesn't have many memories.

Finally, in the deepest part, a dialogue came to mind.

Seeing that the makeup and props had retreated, she cautiously approached the edge of Cheng Dao and whispered:

"I heard Director Ye talking to him on the phone.

Meng Shi asked: Is the male protagonist of this book decided?

Ye Dao said: Do you want to come? ”

"It's all a joke." Cheng Dao finished making up for it, looked left and right, and saw that no one was paying attention to this side, so he admonished:

No matter what context they were in at the time, saying these two sentences was just a matter between the two of them.

Only for the two of them.

However, when these two words came out of the mouth of the third person, they were not theirs.

No one can predict what the consequences will be. ”

For a moment, Lunzhu felt cold in the soles of his feet.

There was a lot of fog all around.

She and Cheng Dao stood on the frozen surface of the lake, their limbs locked in the boundless mist.

The ice under his feet cracked evenly as Cheng Dao's lips bumped up and down.

She sank into the lake under the ice.

The soles of the feet are very cold, and the calves that have just been attached to the warm baby are a little numb.

It goes to the thighs, to the chest, to the brain.

In a trance, the whole body is numb and unconscious.

Cheng Dao didn't pay attention to Lun Zhu, who was stunned.

That's all he could say.

After speaking.

Don't expect her to be grateful – thank you for teaching me.

I'm not afraid of her being alienated - just gossip with you, but you think so much, it's terrible, even if it spreads, it will be passed out from you, and I won't tell you again.

Cheng Dao only hopes that Lunzhu can remember-

A newcomer like her who starts so high doesn't need to open her legs, but remember to keep your mouth shut.

Cheng Dao looked at Meng Shi, who was staring at Han Lu with Guan Bin.

This inexplicably funny picture in Lunzhu's eyes reminded him of a cruel picture - a vulture quietly waiting for the child to die.

However, from Meng Shi's eyes, Cheng Dao only saw the calm of the lake without the wind passing by.

Cheng Dao looked past Meng Shi, looked at Zhuang Zhongtian, who had not moved since entering the door, and walked straight over.

Zhuang Zhongtian's gaze was wandering and unfocused, and it wasn't until Cheng Dao reached out to take a cigarette and a lighter from the door frame that he let out a sigh of relief.

He reached out to take Cheng Dao's cigarette, opened the door, and the two walked out one after the other.

"What's the matter? I asked you to pick it up. Cheng Dao stood on the left side of the door, lit the cigarette, and handed the lighter to Zhuang Zhongtian on the other side.

Zhuang Zhongtian didn't answer his question, took a puff of cigarette, and said, "Did you hear what he said to Shangmo just now?" ”

"What?" Cheng Dao asked.

Zhuang Zhongtian said, "The last one said, what kind of wind blew you here. He said that the usual wind. ”

Cheng Dao was stunned, feeling that something moved in his mind.

But when you think about it, there is only smoke blown by the wind in front of you.

He simply didn't want to, reached out and grabbed the smoke, and asked, "What kind of wind is the usual wind?" ”

Zhuang Zhongtian said, "Do you remember how the last one explained emptiness? ”

Cheng Dao said: "Participate in Zen and enlightenment, all laws are empty, empty Zen." ”

Zhuang Zhongtian took a hard puff of cigarette and said, "I think he is wrong, emptiness is not all emptiness, it is ordinary wind." ”

"Elaborate." Cheng Dao frowned.

"That's it...... It is...... I suddenly didn't know what to say......"

Zhuang Zhongtian threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it, bent down to pick it up, and threw it into the tin can filled with water on the side.

"What are you so ......" Cheng Dao, whose brain was rising, just wanted to raise his foot and kick over, and the door opened.

The field attendant poked his head out of it and said with a smile: "Teacher Cheng, Director Ye shouted to start filming." ”

Cheng Dao flicked the cigarette butt on Zhuang Zhongtian's clothes and turned to go in.