Water Recovery System

At the moment, Director Zheng, who is filming "How to Send Jinshu", said that he has something to do with it.

In the big alley, on the Qingshiban Street, a stream of sewage flows down the street like a stream, and the dregs of Chinese medicine poured on the side of the road exudes the unique bitterness of Chinese medicine. This is He Jinshu's gloomy memory of his youth. Except, that person.

"Gu Ji, are you up yet? It's time to go to school." He Jinshu, dressed in a dark blue school uniform, with a handsome and handsome eyebrow, stood at the door of the alley calling for Gu Ji to go to school.

He Jinshu's mother's health is not good, so she is treated with Chinese medicine. Dad is away all year round, dumb and bad at words.

Gu Ji's mother grew up watching He Jinshu grow up, both distressed and liked, and she had already regarded him as a half son in her heart: "Jinshu, come and go to school with my stinky boy again? Come on, Aunt Fang will cook. Two candy-hearted eggs, you take them and eat with that stinky boy on the road."

He Jinshu's refusal had not been said, Fang Qin had already stuffed the egg into his hand: "That stinky boy doesn't like breakfast, so help Aunt Fang watch him, huh?"

After He Jinshu heard this sentence, he stopped turning back: "Then, thank Aunt Fang." It was just a moment of trance and guilt when his gaze drifted to the egg in his hand: Aunt Fang has always been so good to him, but he...

While He Jinshu was still thinking about it, Gu Ji had already walked out of the house.

Some fat school uniforms were worn loosely, with sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and a straight nose. I don't know how many girls will be attracted in the future. He carried the schoolbag on one shoulder and raised an eyebrow at He Jinshu and smiled: "Let's go to school."

Gu Ji was pedaling in front of the car, and the early summer wind blew up his white shirt and hunted.

He Jinshu, who was sitting in the back seat, approached very carefully. After smelling the clean saponaria, he couldn't help pursing his mouth secretly, his eyes curved into the shape of a crescent moon.

He Jinshu was still stealing pleasure, and suddenly, without a bump, his whole body pounced on Gu Ji's body unsuspectingly. In order not to be thrown out, He Jinshu subconsciously grabbed the corner of Gu Ji's clothes.

Gu Ji took He Jinshu's hand and hugged his waist: "The road here is a bit steep, hold your brother tight and go downhill!"

He Jinshu was slightly startled, and after hesitating for a while, the hands that hugged Gu Ji's waist gradually tightened. In the end, he clasped his hands and hugged Gu Ji firmly.

The early summer sun shone on the two teenagers, with simple smiles on their faces, and every frame of the picture looked so beautiful, which made people reluctant to stop.

But Director Zheng still stopped.

"Su You, if I remember correctly, there shouldn't be this section where Gu Ji let He Jinshu hug him?" Director Zheng couldn't bear to look directly at him, "I said that Gu Ji was just a simple brother to He Jinshu. Feelings, why are the pictures you took, but the pictures you took are like that, Ji?"

Director Zheng is also a lot of age, but he has learned a lot of new vocabulary from Wei'bo about Su You and Ji Luoge, such as the word "ji" above.

Su You is serious: "From a professional point of view, it is because Gu Ji simply regards He Jinshu as a good brother, so he will act unscrupulously in these actions. In my opinion, there are some intimacy among good brothers. The movement is normal, so adding such a paragraph may seem more natural."

"So from an unprofessional point of view?" Director Zheng was suddenly curious.

Su You blinked: "From an unprofessional point of view, I haven't rode a bicycle with Luo Ge yet. I want to feel the feeling of being hugged by him from behind by the way."

As a result, Mr. Zheng once again understood the meaning of the phrase "forcibly fed dog food" on Weibo.

But although Director Zheng was heartbroken, he still showed his qualities as a professional director: "Well, this scene is over, and I am ready for the next scene."

The next scene is in Gu Ji's room.

The mild sunlight shone in through the screen windows, leaving little spots on the ground through the gaps, jumping playfully, revealing an indescribable beauty in the afternoon.

"Jin Shu, I haven't written the homework assigned by the Chinese teacher today. Your Chinese is good, and you helped me write it!" Gu Ji lazily lay on the bed in a "big" font, and unconsciously brought coquetry in his voice. .

He Jinshu has always been the most inconsistent with this kind of Gu Ji, so he immediately asked with a good temper: "Where?"

Gu Ji turned over and buried his head in the pillow: "It's in the schoolbag, you take it yourself. To appreciate ancient poems, you can just copy a piece of it, and just talk a few sentences."

"Oh." He Jinshu replied, and when he took out the language documents, he accidentally pulled out several pink envelopes. He Jinshu's hand froze with the graceful handwriting on the envelope and the scent that he could smell.

His hand unconsciously squeezed the title page of his hand-language document, crumpled it up, and then, as if realizing something, slowly smoothed the page, and asked in a very soft voice: "Gu Ji, Does anyone write you a love letter?"

"Yes, in school, there are a lot of girls who want to chase their brother." Gu Ji suddenly sat up straight, and talked about his proud topic, his phoenix eyes were stained with brilliance, "How about Do you really admire brother?"

He Jinshu lowered his eyes: "I admire it very much."

After speaking, He Jinshu stretched out his hand and pushed Gu Ji's face in front of him, and his tone suddenly became cold: "You give in, you block my light, so I can't write."

Originally, Gu Ji should get out of the way when the performance was here.

But Su You didn't. Instead of giving way, he moved closer. Lifting Shen Jiayan's chin lightly, he smiled slyly: "Are you jealous?"

Shen Jiayan was really taken aback now. Of course, it makes sense that He Jinshu, who played by him, is stunned here.

Su You went up and kissed Shen Jiayan's side face like a dash of water. The tone of his speech was full of cynical jokes: "Don't worry, there is only you in my heart."

Knowing that it was a joke, He Jinshu's face still blushed a little bit.

He Jinshu became furious, and pushed Gu Ji away: "Stop making trouble, I've finished my homework. I'm leaving now." It seemed like angrily, but even more of it seemed to run away after being stuck in the center.

And the camera zooms in, and what is left on the white homework is a poem that is seven to eight different from Gu Ji's handwriting-"What is this eve, and the middle stream of Zhuzhou. What is the eve of this eve, you have to be in the same boat as the prince I am so ashamed and disgraced, and I am not ashamed. I am so upset that I learn of the prince. There are trees and branches in the mountains, and I don’t know if I am happy."

And the following appreciation reads: From "The Songs of Chu", it expresses a love that is destined to be lonely. The boat girl met the prince, but after all she could only give him a song, and then cross the river with him. You are my unselectable encounter and a lifelong sadness. But I am you, a passerby.

The mountain has wood, and the wood has branches; the heart is happy with the king; you don’t know.

The lens gradually dimmed, like a thought written on paper but no one understood.

"This scene is over." Director Zheng asked helplessly: "Su You, if I remember correctly, there shouldn't be a kiss here, right?"

"From a professional point of view..."

"No, I only need to look at it from an unprofessional point of view. What is the reason?" Director Zheng put his arms around his chest. Although the coherent effect of the scene just now is better than the original script, he does not intend to indulge Su You so much. Go down.

Su You shrugged and rubbed Shen Jiayan's hair: "From an unprofessional point of view, the angle just now was too good to hold."

Director Zheng: "..." I have an actor who wants to add dramas every day, and all the dramas he wants to add are intimate dramas, what should I do?

What else can I do? All of them were photographed as tidbits and kept for publicity in the future.

Director Zheng remembered the group of fans on Wei’bo who shouted "Fu Yufufu is in the same frame again, so happy" every day, and showed a mysterious smile.

Happy with the same frame, right? Don't worry, your "happy" days are still going on!