MTL - Be the Golden Finger for the Actress’ Rival-Chapter 101 Fanwai (main Song Zhao, deputy cp) sky blue

"Because of what happened yesterday, the follow-up task process will be changed." Before the live broadcast the next day, Windsor explained to everyone.

After Song Jianzhi’s passionate confession last night, I don’t know if the guests slept well, but the program team and Xinghan’s public relations department were very busy, and they also ate a bunch of their own artists and bosses. Dog food, causing double physical and magical damage to single dog employees.

Things have happened, Windsor reacted immediately after the initial consternation - such a good topic, the traffic will inevitably explode, if she doesn't make good use of it, she will not be a gold medal producer in the industry!

That's why there is a small meeting before the live broadcast.

The audience heard the news and came to the live broadcast room. What they want to see must be Ming Song after the confession. Windsor understands the truth of catching a donkey with Hu Luobei, and will not let Ming Xu and Song see Zhizhi. There are too many in the same frame, but there must be just the right contact to sweeten the audience and hook them into watching.

At the end, the sweetness will be up to satisfy the audience, and then continue to look forward to the next interaction.

Whether it is to reduce the contact between the two, or the final two-person world, it will inevitably disrupt the original three-person group, and the task will be adjusted accordingly.

After a brief explanation, the live broadcast officially started.

Everyone stood in a row, Windsor said:

"Today's task, all the groups are disrupted, everyone draws task cards, and you will know who your companions are when you arrive at the task location."

Everyone looked surprised.

"What's going on?"

"Hey, you're in trouble, right?"

Ming Xu and Song Jianzhi stood side by side, looked at each other according to the script, and the cameraman gave a close-up very well.

The barrage audience really entered the program group routine.

"My cp just got torn apart ah ah ah ah"

"? I believe they can draw together! Red duck!!"

"What is it

…

Song Jian was queuing up and drew his own task card. The task written on the task card was:

“A day for the staff of the scenic spot: In order to promote the ancient town, please change into special costumes with your partner and shoot a promotional video.”

It seems to be a relatively easy job, Song Jianyin made a judgment in his heart, and his eyes fell on the "partner".

"Huh?"

A girl's voice came from behind, too short to be able to tell who it was, Song Jianyin turned around and looked, it was Zhao Xiduo.

She opened her mouth and was about to shout, but after a pause, she shouted:

"Mr. Song, I didn't expect it was our group."

Song Jianyin was noncommittal and said, "Just call me by my name."

Is it Yin Yin's name?

Zhao Xiduo squeezed the oil-paper umbrella handle in her hand excitedly, and the closeness she had restrained in front of the camera leaked a little. She was so excited that her voice trembled, and she didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of waking up to this beautiful scene.

"Okay, see, see the cause."

Barrage:

"How fat four, how does the girl cowardly"

"It's normal to face such a cold beauty"

"Because I'm not familiar"

When the barrage was in Hu Lielie, the staff over there invited people from auxiliary tasks to briefly explain the shooting requirements.

The filming party prepared two sets of costumes in the style of the Republic of China. The script has not yet been compiled, and the guests must arrange themselves clearly.

In addition, the costumes are a man and a woman, and now Song Jianyin and Zhao Xiduo are drawn to the task, which means that there is bound to be one person who will cross the line.

This is also the routine of the show group. If it happens to be a man and a woman, there is nothing to say, maybe there will be a cult CP. But if it is two men or two women, it will become a funny sand sculpture scene.

The staff said: "The two teachers discuss it, decide on the script, and decide which of you will come back."

"It must be the president! How about a good temperament?"

"Jade face indifferent male (female) **** x beautiful innocent sister, I have a picture qwq"

The staff actually thought the same way. It can be said that when a question is asked, they have prepared a standard answer in their heart, otherwise, can Zhao Xiduo be the opposite.

The two over there discussed in a low voice, Zhao Xiduo raised her head and said, "I'm going to cross the line."

Staff: ? ? ?

“???”

"Show Girl"

Zhao Xiduo herself did not expect that because Yin would ponder for a while and then decide to do so, the reason is that the program will be better if it comes this way.

Song Jianyin said this in a calm and objective tone, and only analyzed the program itself.

"You are a professional actor, you decide the plot."

Zhao Xiduo felt the joy of being affirmed for no reason, and immediately agreed to it. For the first time, she felt the joy of doing CP for herself in the show.

The staff led them to do makeup, and the camera temporarily shifted to another group. On the other side, Ming Xu and Song Jianzhi were separated tragically, and were teaming up with others to do a mission.

The audience watched while nibbling melon seeds and waited for the next wave of draw missions, looking forward to the miracle moment of CP integration.

When the camera turns to Song Zhao, they are officially ready to shoot.

The entire short film is only less than one minute, and Zhao Xiduo, who is honored to be the director, made full use of this minute, perfectly integrating the display of the ancient town and the private production of grain.

The sky is pale duck egg blue, and it looks like azure, and the quiet and leisurely ancient town seems to be dyed dark brown. If you look closely, you can see that moss is decorating the old stone.

Scholar dressed in burlap walked over the stone bridge, he was carrying a bookcase, he was slender, turned his head, revealing a very beautiful and delicate face, with a pointed chin and eyes Children are round.

Even if the eyebrows are deliberately thick and black, it can still be seen that she is a woman. She has beautiful eyes and nose, especially pure when she dresses up as a man. She is dressed in slightly yellowed old clothes.

Not like a scholar, but like a pure spirit who pretends to be a scholar and goes to a private school to make trouble.

The camera follows the scholar, capturing the beauty of the ancient town that the scholar can only see from standing on the bridge.

"What a handsome and lovely little scholar!!"

"It's so cute, let mom hug it"

"Wait for the president, wait for the president, wait for the president"

The scholar continued to walk forward, walking briskly, laughing with the fisherman, waving with the cat, leisurely. When she passed an old tree and passed an old door, the door opened.

A sour "squeak", the little scholar's beautiful eyes flowed, and he looked at it.

A woman came out.

She wears a moon white cheongsam, she is colder than the moonlight, her eyes are clear, and just a glance, it makes the little scholar tremble.

Like the wine hidden at the end of the alley, only the luckiest people can catch a glimpse of her charm during the journey.

At this time, this lucky person is a scholar, a scholar who has been crazy.

"!!!"

"I cried, it was so beautiful, so beautiful, so feminine"

"Is it acceptable to attack and retreat, I will die on the spot and see you in the world"

"The president was my husband a second ago, and now I'm announcing that she is my wife woo woo woo"

"Zhao Xiduo's acting skills are really good, isn't this stunned look the expression I am looking at the screen now?"

She suddenly remembered the day she fell in love with Song Jianyin's unique beauty at first sight.

Zhao Xiduo didn't have any criteria for choosing a mate. Since she met Song Jianyin, she suddenly understood that she liked Song Jianyin.

But now Song Jianyin has changed her style, and she likes it so much that she doesn't know what to do.

Very good, these two are Song Jianyin, Zhao Xiduo thought, she now likes this woman twice.

There are so many, so many likes, I don't know when Song Jianyin will smile to himself.

After all, not now.

The good professionalism makes Zhao Xiduo put away her thoughts, and she is ready to move on to the next plot: the little scholar asks the woman for a bowl of water.

A strong wind blew suddenly, with a little dampness, almost blowing the scarf on the little scholar's head.

She held the towel steady, and looked up at the sky, only to see the wind blowing a cloud of thunder over her head, and the dark clouds rolled.

Papa, a pea-sized raindrop hit the corner of the scholar's lips.

After a beginning, the raindrops fell one after another and hit the little scholar.

The thunderstorms came fast and violently, making people dazed. Seeing that no one called to stop, Zhao Xiduo raised her hand and bent over, saluted, and changed the line asking for water:

"Look, girl, this rain is a coincidence, just to let you find a place to shelter from the rain."

She didn't worry about thunderstorms and wet clothes at all, she just wanted to get close to the people in front of her, so she was naughty. But the little scholar's eyes are black and white, and it neutralizes a bit of stubbornness, which only makes people feel cute.

There was no confrontation beforehand, Zhao Xiduo was not sure what Song Jianyin meant, she waited patiently, and saw Song Jianyin come out again.

She was holding a plain oil-paper umbrella in her hand, and the white umbrella stalks leaked from her fingers, swaying, graceful and moving.

Zhao Xiduo saw at a glance that this was a prop that she had placed in the house before, and she thought she would not use it.

The beauty walked in front of the little scholar, she opened the umbrella and handed it to the scholar, the half of the umbrella covered the little scholar from the rain.

"You are a passer-by. Once you have an umbrella, don't be greedy and leave." The cold beauty living in the ancient town gently opened her lips, and her voice was human-like, cold and light, like raindrops hitting the river. Swinging waves.

The rain fell on the bananas in front of the door, the sound, the sentence, was the most worrying.

The little scholar took the umbrella and said: "What if I'm not a passerby?"

If I—stayed.

But the video is here, there is no answer.

The last shot is a distant view, the rain is dripping down the tiles of the eaves, forming a rain curtain.

For example, in the splash ink painting, two ink dots that the painter randomly clicks, they are leaning against each other, and all the feelings are hidden in the depths of the ink color.

The cameraman gestured "ok" to the opposite side, Song Jianyin saw it, relaxed, and said, "It's over."

"Good job."

Zhao Xiduo seemed to be reluctant to talk, but did not ask any further, she slumped her shoulders, turned around and stood side by side with Song Jianyin, the door frame just fit the two of them, only so big.

She muttered softly: "It's over so soon, I haven't played enough yet, buckle, buckle."

Song Jianyin looked at her: "Do you like acting?"

"Of course I like it. It should be said that acting was my favorite before."

Song Jianyin nodded and did not ask any more.

People work hard for what they like, and it is worthy of recognition—or respectable.

Song Jianyin recalled that, in fact, even she, who doesn't watch film and television works very much, has seen Zhao Xiduo in excellent films over and over again.

Well done.

When Song Jianyin was recalling, Zhao Xiduo only looked at her.

Why didn't this person answer.

Why don't you ask her "Why is it my favorite?".

Her answers are ready.