As the night deepened, the entire Beiying compound was silent, only unknown insects were humming in a low voice.

"What did you two say just now, look at him like that...... "Tao Huimin put the thermos on the table and took the basin again, "Is this still Jia Baoyu, I see, the whole Xue Pan." ”

"He's thinking about how to shoot tomorrow." He Qing said with a smile, she also stood up, but thinking about the way she looked at Tang Qin just now, and thinking about the way she showed her legs, she felt her face warm and heartbeat.

Who is he, and what does he let him do......

"What do you think," Tao Huimin washed her face and applied a little moisturizer, "Tomorrow...... Tomorrow is Sunday, and the director didn't say that he would be in the show tomorrow. ”

That's right, Beijing Film Studio is actually a state-owned unit, and it has to do with factories and institutions...... The schedule is the same, that is, the director does not rest, so the production, drama, camera, and art ...... Take a break too.

"Sunday God, you see I'm confused," He Qing smiled and looked at the wall calendar on the wall, which was Liu Xiaoqing's drama, "Well, this night is ......"

Tang Qin tossed her all night, but she didn't feel tired, on the contrary, she was brisk, and this lightness was the kind of pleasure that emanated from the bottom of her heart.

The lights are turned off.

In the dark, listening to He Qing sigh softly, Tao Huimin smiled, "Can't you sleep...... I did the same thing for my first scene...... I don't know if he slept. ”

He?

Needless to say, the two naturally knew who they were referring to, and He Qing quipped, "Are you hungry and still want to eat noodles?" ”

Tao Huimin simply sat up, tomorrow is Sunday, and there will be no filming, and no one will care if she gets up late for a while, "I'm not hungry, I just can't sleep, or ...... The two of us going for a walk in the yard? ”

The huge north shadow, the courtyard is quiet, only the street lamps are accompanied by the shadows of the trees, silently distracted.

"Yo, look," the two of them turned around for a half, and before they knew it, they were back at the little guest house, "and the lights were still on in his room." ”

"Let's go, go over and take a look......," He Qing smiled, "It's not eating alone...... We just happened to have a personal stolen foot. ”

In the small move, the corridor was also very quiet, and there were a few laughs from time to time, and then it was silent again.

The two quietly approached Tang Qin's room, to their surprise, the door of the room was open, and when they looked in from the outside, Tang Qin was writing something in front of his desk, and the floor lamp was reflected on his body, outlining the silhouette of youth in the room.

The two looked at each other, they both understood each other's meaning, and they didn't speak, startling him, but as soon as they walked into the room, Tang Qin turned around suddenly, "The long liquid is long, and I have no intention of sleeping, what are you doing here?" ”

"Eat noodles."

The two of them were peeped through by him, but they didn't spoil the fun, He Qing curiously glanced at the table, a few things that looked like prints and oil paintings, lying quietly on the table.

Tao Huimin also came over, and in the first portrait, a handsome boy with a red tassel on his head was standing in front of a long corridor.

Tang Qin stood up and fiddled with his alcohol stove, "Do you want to eat lo noodles or egg noodles?" ”

"Hey, you're a second-level chef,...... Tang Qin, what is this? Tao Huimin picked up the manuscript and slowly sat down on Tang Qin's bed.

"Storyboard manuscript, haven't you seen it?"

At this time, there are very few directors who can draw storyboards, and even in later generations, directors who are still drawing storyboards are even rarer.

Storyboard scripts, to put it in layman's terms, are actually the construction drawings of the filming project, of course, this drawing is also exquisite, in later generations, Feng Xiaogang's storyboard scripts are like oil paintings, and he did not lose his background as an artist.

And Xu Laowei's storyboard script is like comics, I really doubt that he has a second career in filming, and comics are his job.

"Hmm-"

The two of them don't have much filming, and Director Xie doesn't have the habit of using storyboard scripts, at first glance, it is very novel to see such a script.

When I looked at the table again, another painting had been painted, and it was vaguely visible that it was a room between the pillars, and two beauties were lifting the thin gauze curtains.

Goo-go

The hot water in the pot was spitting bubbles, Tang Qin put in the noodles, stirred up two eggs, and lay down two poached eggs, "What, do you two want to eat it in the pot?" ”

The two didn't speak, and picked up the third one, the third one was not finished, but the perspective was still standing at the entrance of the porch, the gauze curtain inside was completely opened, and at the end of the picture, you could vaguely see the beauty on the couch, and the begonia spring sleep picture behind the beauty.

"Tang Qin, have you studied painting?"

"No, in the cinema, I learned to draw movie posters with my father, oh, in the Journey to the West crew, I still have a master ......" Tang Qin walked over, "Yes, you eat noodles, I still have to continue painting." He glanced at He Qing, and the brush quickly sketched on the drawing.

In the Journey to the West crew, he worshipped the master, Zhang Jidie of the Sichuan Kunqu Opera Troupe, calligraphy and painting are a must, he is especially good at fine brushwork, at this time, Tang Qin's painting method, there are techniques of fine brushwork, and there is also the freehand of oil painting.

The noodles, no one went to eat them, the two eggs were lying in the pot very aggrievedly, He Qing and Tao Huimin stood behind him like this, watching his paintbrush quickly wander around the drawings.

Needless to say, the handsome boy wearing a red tassel on his head is Tang Qin, and the one on the couch is He Qing, delicate and weak, and her charming posture is full.

Is this yourself? Is this who he sees himself?

He Qing's gaze had wandered to Tang Qin's face, the straight bridge of the nose, the warm corners of the lips, and the orange light had created a flawless side face, glowing with a faint brilliance.

"Tang Qin, can you give me this painting, I want to up," such a storyboard manuscript, like an oil painting, at first glance it looks like a photograph, but the photo can't take such a charm.

Tang Qin smiled and continued to immerse himself in his paintings.

The night was dark, and through the curtains, the three of them sketched a moving silhouette on the curtains.

……

In the morning of the Beijing Film Studio, I was awakened by a hail of bicycle bells.

This is true on weekdays, and it is also true on weekends.

Tao Huimin opened her hazy sleepy eyes, and reached out to touch the alarm clock at the head of the bed, but what she touched scared her, and He Qing slept beside her.

He Qing also woke up, "Ah, why did you sleep in my bed......"

"This is my bed......" He Qing smiled, revealing two shallow dimples.

When they looked at each other again, they were both wearing loose hair, but they were both wearing a coat, and when they looked again, both of them slowly sat up straight, this was not He Qing's bed, nor Tao Huimin's bed......

This is Tang Qin's bed!

In front of the bed, in front of the table, there was no one for a long time, but I heard Chen Hong, who played Zijuan in the corridor, shouting, "Miss Lin, Miss Lin......"

The two of them immediately felt uncomfortable, and they were waiting to read Tang Qin's storyboard script last night, but sleepiness hit, one didn't go back, and the other was reluctant to go back.

However, what does it look like for two young actresses to sleep in a young actor's room?

Also wearing pajamas and slippers......

"What about Tang Qin?" He Qing suddenly seemed to remember something, "Where did he sleep last night?" ”