The Queen is Coming To the Bowl

When the crew finished work, they didn't cheer like before, instead, the whole studio was enveloped in an indescribable atmosphere, and even the movements of the crew were a little slower, as if they were reluctant to call it quits.

As usual, Guo Zisong repeatedly watched the content of today's shooting on the monitor several times, but he did not speak. After a while, he put on his sunglasses and leaned back on the chair. He didn't make a sound or move. He didn't know what he was doing there.

The screenwriter walked all the way and still sketched on the book. She handed the script to Guo Zisong and was about to speak when she saw his red eyes that were not covered by the sunglasses.

Yes, the filming is coming to an end, and everyone is reluctant.

Although the filming process was full of hardships, because it was a Chinese-foreign cooperative team, there were all kinds of problems almost every day that made people anxious to the point of numbness, but when the end was really close at hand, I felt that the time had passed by too much. Too soon.

The more you invest, the deeper you sink, not only for the actors, but also for the staff. Even though he knew the result from the beginning, when Gu Anzhen was lying on the cold floor and closed his eyes, the suffocation and weakness instantly spread from his eyes to his whole body.

Guo Zisong opened the script and looked at it, and the few ideas he added were similar to what he expected.

"Good."

After receiving the director's response, the screenwriter still stood still, and after a while he whispered, "It's a pity... a lot of people can't see it."

Guo Zisong paused when he turned the page.

Realizing that she might have said something wrong, she hurriedly added another sentence: "Actually, this is not important. Everyone is working together more and more harmoniously. There is always a reward for hard work."

"Well." Guo Zisong's voice first seemed to come from the sky, and then returned to reality, "The idea is very good, but I think the final ending is still the same as the first draft, Fang Qinglan continues to live."

"Sometimes it's harder to live than to die. Death is not necessarily the best outcome of a tragedy. And for Fang Qinglan, sacrifice for love is a cowardly retreat after a hundred years."

Fang Qinglan never bowed her head in her whole life, and she was unwilling to forget and give up this relationship in her whole life. Even until she saw Gu Anjun's body with her own eyes, she would rather believe that it was just her falling asleep.

So Fang Qinglan will survive. Knowing that there will be no results again, but knowing that it is impossible to do, this kind of personal experience of the disappearance of life and desire is another kind of death, like Ling Chi, which is much more tragic than the direct sacrifice of love.

Guo Zisong stayed in the studio for a long time with a few photographers, and he still refused to leave in the middle of the night. It's probably because of today's scene. Everyone is emotional. If you don't go, you can't go. It's almost finished. It's not bad to get together and have a little wine.

Drinking at night is the most intoxicating. As soon as you drink too much, everything that should be said and shouldn't be said on weekdays will run out.

"You guys, do I still say that Xie Yuanyi and Qiao Qiao's acting skills are really good, or that the story is so cruel! Really, I also shed tears when Fang Qinglan was crying with Gu Anlu in his arms."

"Isn't it all love, what's wrong with homosexuality? Until now, it's not much better than then. Our team relies on love to generate electricity, and it will probably end after finishing."

Guo Zisong threw the can and sneered: "I've already filmed it, there's no reason not to show it."

"Yes, yes, if you drink another bottle, you will be an international director soon."

Guo Zisong was in a trance for a moment, not knowing what to think, he smiled casually, and sure enough he opened another bottle.

Compared with the wine-smelling studio, the two-person world in the hotel was much more refreshing. The two who had just finished blowing their hair were smelling of milk all over their bodies.

Qiao Qiao unplugged, folded the hair dryer and placed it in front of Xie Yuanyi in the shape of a microphone: "Excuse me, Ms. Fang Qinglan, how do you plan to live without Gu Anjun?"

"Live with a smile."

Qiao Qiao almost broke her power: "Be serious!"

Xie Yuanyi smiled helplessly: "Miss Gu Anjun wants Fang Qinglan to have a lunch with you, right? Be careful that she has such a big appetite that you even eat it."

Qiao Qiao hurriedly shielded herself and ducked back, looking at Xie Yuanyi with disappointment in her eyes, and said sadly, "You are no longer my goddess!"

Yes, Xie Yuanyi, who doesn't eat human fireworks and is pure and clean, has become an old driver who can get on the expressway anytime, anywhere!

Xie Yuanyi lay on the bed indifferently: "I'm not your goddess."

A tuft of hair on Qiao Qiao's head exploded instantly. what does she mean? Not her goddess, could it be someone else's? !

"It's okay to think of me as a goddess before you met me, but now, I hope you can correct this thinking and take me as your old attack."

Qiao Qiao: "..." The little fried hair on the top of his head softened without his spine.

In any case, she can't say she is.

Xie Yuanyi lifted the quilt and got in, then went to La Qiaoqiao: "Go to bed early, I have to do an interview after the night scene tomorrow."

Qiao Qiao hurriedly got into the bed and pillowed into those warm arms: "Many media say I'm cold, but I'm really afraid of interviews."

"It's you who asked me to answer. Professionals need to be sincere, and personal lives are involved. How much is true or false depends on the individual."

Qiao Qiao tugged at her fingers seriously: "Then five points are true. For example, if you ask where we met for the first time, answer the truth truthfully. If you ask who fell in love with each other first, it's you!"

Xie Yuanyi lightly tapped her forehead: "Well, I like this confession before going to bed."

Qiao Qiao blushed secretly: "Not serious."

"Then you have to work hard, and I will be your old man in the future."

Qiao Qiao shrank into her arms and hid the corners of the cocked Lao Gao's mouth: "Okay, good night, my future old man is not serious."

After turning off the lights, the room was shrouded in darkness, so quiet that it seemed to be carried away to sleep by the moon. In the studio, the lights were bright, and the group was so noisy that they didn't even have the strength to go back to the hotel, so they simply rested in the studio for a night.

Guo Zisong drank another bottle and became a drunkard: "Who said that TV dramas can't direct movies? Who said that domestic movies can't make it to the stage? I'm going to stand and earn money today!"

"Hey, it would be nice if you could stand up now."

The crowd laughed.

The follow-up photographer also followed silly, and held up a clip of the just edited episode to show him: "Then you may be fooled by the audience's blade as soon as you stand up."

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