From being on the show with my ex, it started to explode

Song Ci once again returned to the work of the crew.

Time has quickly come to December, and the progress bar of "I'm Not the God of Medicine" has reached 12% and is about to be completed.

The last shot of the movie was shot on this day.

This was the scene when Cheng Yong was taken to prison and countless fellow patients stood on the street to see him off.

After filming this scene, most of the people's scenes were completed.

Only Song Ci is left, and there are still a few scenes that need to be reshot.

So in the evening, we held a small closing banquet for everyone.

Tang Shi was slightly drunk while holding up his wine glass.

She sat next to Song Ci, her little face red.

At this moment, he seemed a little drunk.

She was drunk and hazy, staring at Song Ci with beautiful eyes.

He didn't speak, he just watched quietly.

During this period, Cai Cunyi and the other three actors noticed the atmosphere of the two people, so they all ran away happily.

Went to other tables to chat.

This table is reserved only for Song poetry and Tang poetry.

Tang Shi took a breath of cold air, stretched out his slender hand, gently held Song Ci's hand, looked into Song Ci's eyes and said:
"It's been a pleasure cooperating this time. I think our drama is very exciting! When is it going to be released?"

Song Ci looked at Tang Shi's beautiful eyes, and the innocent pupils did not contain a trace of complex emotions, they just looked at him simply.

He gently pinched Tang Shi's tiger's mouth, and then said:
"Lao Cai always edits while filming, so it should be no problem to release it during our Chinese New Year!"

This so-called wrap-up banquet is actually the crew sitting around and having a meal together.

So it's outdoors.

At this time, the air was slightly cold, and a gust of cold wind blew over. Tang Shi tightened his coat, then leaned his head on Song Ci's shoulder, and said softly:
"The Spring Festival stalls are all for family fun. Can a theme like ours get a good box office?"

Song Ci said: "It doesn't matter, as long as it is a good movie, it can shine at any time."

After Song Ci finished speaking, he waited for Tang Shi to continue speaking.

However, Tang Shi didn't answer after a minute or two.

He lowered his head slightly and found that Tang Shi's breathing became evener.

Her nose was a little red from the cold, her little mouth was slightly pouted, and she smelled a little bit of alcohol, but it made Song Ci smell particularly comfortable.

At this time, everyone was almost drunk, and some actors were ready to leave directly because they had to catch a flight.

Cai Cunyi greeted everyone to leave, then he came over and said to Song Ci:
"Old Song, please send Tang Shi back. She has sent his assistant back just now, so now no one can help her, so you can only send it back to him!"

Song Ci nodded, then picked up his hands and prepared to pick up Tang Shi.

Tang Shi was so moved that she opened her somewhat blurred eyes.

So Song Ci said to him: "Come on, Old Tang, come up and I will carry you back."

Tang Shi pursed her red and moist lips, and put her hands on Song Ci's neck.

Song Ci reached out with both hands, touched her slender legs in jeans, and lifted her up.

Even though he was covered with thick clothes, Song Ci could still feel the two full moons pressing against his back.

Tang Shi's hands were on Song Ci's neck, and his mouth was right next to Song Ci's ear, breathing hot air.

Song Ci walked slowly, and Tang Shi's mouth suddenly touched his ear.

It seemed like a gentle kiss.

Song Ci's whole person was inspired.

But he didn't speak.

He just held Tang Shi's two long legs and lifted Tang Shi up.

"Do you still remember when we first met?"

Just when Song Ci memorized Tang poetry into her room, she suddenly said something, and her voice seemed to become much clearer.

Song Ci put her down and put her on the sofa.

Song Ci scratched his head, looked at Tang Shi's distracted eyes and said:
"How can I still remember this? I must have seen it when I was two or three years old."

Tang Shi smoothed away a few strands of hair that had entered her mouth, then stretched her slender legs on the sofa, revealing a pair of feet wearing sneakers. At the same time, her whole body softened and she fell on the sofa:

"What kind of memory do you have? When we first met, I still remember that your mother brought you to my mother and said that the two babies were so cute, so maybe we could kiss one of them!"

Song Ci sat next to him, looked at Tang Shi's legs, and then said, "I can't remember it anyway. You should rest early and take a bath to relieve your fatigue. Then I'll leave first."

Just as he was talking, Tang Shi raised his left leg, placed it on Song Ci's knee, and said softly:
"Please help me take off my shoes. I'm a little tired and don't want to take them off."

At this time, Tang Shi was lying flat on the sofa.

The zipper of her coat was unzipped, and the two full moons on her chest were eye-catching.

There was a slight blush on her face, and her whole person looked in one word, moist.

Song Ci took two breaths, then held Tang Shi's flawless white ankles and took off her sneakers, revealing the white cotton socks wrapped around her feet.

Tang Shi gently shook her feet again.

So Song Ci also took off Tang Shi's socks.

Song Ci coughed dryly, a little afraid to look into Tang Shi's eyes, but Tang Shi had already sat up and looked at Song Ci with burning eyes:

"You know what? I actually regret it now."

Song Ci rubbed his face and hesitated to speak.

Tang Shi kicked Song Ci's belly and said, "The atmosphere has been heightened to this point. What should I say? Are you a man?"

Song Ci's eyes fell on Tang Shi's red lips and said, "Seriously, don't tempt me... I'm mainly thinking about you."

Tang Shi leaned on the sofa, with a smile as beautiful as peach blossoms in April:

"If you really think about me, you should know what I want."

Tang poetry has said this, but Song poetry can't hold it tight.

He gently touched Tang Shi's soles, then smiled and said:
"You've been wearing these sneakers for a day. Do they smell?"

Tang Shi frowned and said, "What's wrong? Do you still want to smell it?"

Song Ci didn't speak, he just grabbed Tang Shi's ankle and pulled her toward him.

So Tang Shi's whole body suddenly crashed into Song Ci's arms.

The next second, Tang Shi's hands climbed up to Song Ci's neck, and the two mouths immediately kissed each other.

The so-called golden wind and jade dew meet each other, and everything clicks...

3:00am.

The two of them were lying on the bed, both panting.

Tang Shi's forehead was covered with fine sweat, which wetted her hair at the temples.She stared at the ceiling with her eyes blankly, and said with emotion: "No...can't you just pity me? Why are you acting like a cow!"

Song Ci looked at Tang Shi and stared, why are you trying to beat him up?

Who didn't let go of his legs just now?

But now it's like this with Old Tang... Song Ci's emotions are a bit complicated. He doesn't really want to be a scumbag, but he really can't hold it back.

Tang Shi looked very happy, pinched the side of his face gently, then moved her head to his neck, and kissed his collarbone again and again.

Tang Shi stayed on the set for the next few days and did not leave directly.

Originally, according to her previous arrangement, she would rest for two or three weeks.

But now it can be said that it is like glue and paint with Song Ci, and the honey is mixed with oil.

It's different every night.

Cai Cunyi saw that Tang Shi's scene had been completed and he hadn't left yet.

Especially in the past two days, her and Song Ci's emotions have been completely different.

There were already some guesses in his mind, but he didn't expose them.

He just silently filmed the next scene with Song Ci.

Tang Shi left on the fifth day, planning to go home to spend time with her parents and then continue her new job.

Only then did Song Ci dare to touch his waist and complain to Cai Cunyi:
"Damn it! I finally left. I really can't stand it anymore!"

Cai Cunyi's eyes twitched. He found his girlfriend last year, and she also came to the crew to visit his class during this time. To be honest, he was a little overwhelmed.

He dug out a pack of black wolfberry from his bag, and without saying a word, he just silently patted Song Ci in front of him:
"We are all in our 30s, so we really need to take care of ourselves!"

After saying that, the two men looked at each other and showed a little helpless smile.

Three days after Tang Shi left, Song Ci's scene was officially completed.

The entire filming of "I'm Not the God of Medicine" has finally come to an end.

Next, Cai Cunyi began the post-editing work.

Of course Song Ci also came to the company.

First, I went with Yun Feifei to see the progress of the three projects currently being cooperated with CCTV.

"The boss has hired a total of 350 people now, and the three projects have been fully launched! The main people in charge are all recruited from top entertainment companies!" Yun Feifei reported to Song Ci seriously.

"The Chinese Kingdom in the Classics, this program has received help from many museums. They think our idea of ​​letting the classics speak is very good, so they are willing to show us their cultural relics, which is a great thing. "

"We have also invited a lot of producers to spread the classic chants. We have nearly 60 demos submitted so far. However, our first season program is expected to only require about 40 songs, so it seems that we may not be able to compete for the second time in a row. All season content is ready!”

Yun Feifei is relatively skilled in the two projects of Huaguo and classic chanting and spreading in classics.

It was quickly pulled up.

But when it comes to the country of China on the tip of his tongue, he becomes confused.

"The official filming of China on the Bite of the Tongue has not started yet. It is mainly in the form of a documentary. We have not found a suitable director yet. Maybe we need your guidance?"

Song Ci also knew that it would be a bit difficult for Yun Feifei to bring out the Chinese country that existed on the tip of her tongue in the PPT.

After all, the most essential part of this program lies in its soundtrack and copywriting.

So Song Ci said:

"Don't worry about this. I will give you a short template in the next two days. Then you can just follow this. The main thing is that the copywriting method I mentioned to you before must be written very clearly. Cow, you know!”

Yun Feifei nodded seriously.

But in fact, I sigh in my heart, my boss, not everyone is the champion of the poetry competition like you!

We may not be able to write copywriting better than you!

What kind of talent are you, and what kind of mortals are we?

There is no comparison at all!

But she was also looking forward to what kind of copy Song Ci could write.

With such a mood, she looked forward to it.

Song Ci sent her the copy an hour later.

"This is the taste of salt. The taste of mountains, the smell of wind, the taste of sunshine, the taste of time, the taste of human kindness."

"From the migration of individual lives, to the exchange and transportation of ingredients, from the evolution of cooking methods, to the changing fate of life, the hurried pace of people and food never stops."

"Having spent half a life working has brought a rich family fortune, full of children and grandchildren, and the starting point and end point of a lifetime are all where home is. This is a belief held by Chinese people for thousands of years. It is simple but powerful."

"..."

"The entire A Bite of China's similar copywriting is like this. If you produce it in this style, the whole program should be pretty much the same."

Yun Feifei read the copy Song Ci sent her.

Read it again.

Then read it again.

After reading this four or five times, her eyes became brighter and brighter.

Just by reading the text of Song Ci, she had already formed a corresponding picture in her mind.

Even the hook composition has appeared in her mind.

So she quickly sent the copywriting of Song Ci to the team, which immediately aroused the exclamation of colleagues in the group chat.

"Let me go, Sister Feifei, is it really written by our boss? We all know that he is good at writing ancient poems. Is this copywriting so slippery?"

"That's awesome. If we had 1‰ of the boss's strength, we wouldn't be able to work here!"

"Hahahaha, the more powerful the boss is, the more he makes me look like a waste!"

"Wow, when I read this copy, the feeling came to me all at once. It's so awesome!"

Yun Feifei put down her phone and rubbed her face.

Although she has been surprised by Song Ci many times, every time she encounters a new thing, she can discover something new about Song Ci.

Really awesome.

If he hadn't gotten married, if Song Ci hadn't already had a girlfriend, he would have really...

Don't dare to think about it, just don't dare to think about it.

In the afternoon, Song Ci and Qiao Qinggong worked together on arranging the songs that entered the eighth and fourth place in the King of Singer Competition.

This time, because I wanted to write a Cantonese song, Song Ci asked people around me who could speak Cantonese for advice as usual, wrote the lyrics first, and studied it carefully.

Qiao Qinggong looked at the lyrics and melody of this song and couldn't help but sigh: "This is really a great way to simplicity, and the realm is full!"

Song Ci also said: "This time the arrangement doesn't need to be so complicated. Just use some of our traditional instruments and make it simpler!"

Qiao Qinggong lowered his head, nodding while playing with the software, thinking about how shocked everyone would be when this song appeared on the competition scene. (End of chapter)