After calming down, the two of them didn't even wash up. Taking advantage of their mental state just after waking up, they started filming the morning scene of "The Note".
According to the prior arrangement, Song Jiamu had to get up listlessly.
"Then it starts now?" Song Jiamu got into bed.
"Put on your pajamas!" Yun Shuqian took the clothes he had hung on the back of the chair and threw them to him.
Although this guy has a good figure, he is playing a decadent young man after all. If his figure was too good, wouldn't it feel inconsistent?
After Song Jiamu put on his pajamas, Yun Shuqian adjusted the position of the camera, found a good angle, and waved gently with his little hand: "Start!"
…
As if he weighed a thousand pounds, the alarm on his cell phone beside the pillow had been ringing for a long time. Song Jiamu took a deep breath and turned off the alarm.
He was still lying flat on the bed, frowning slightly. After a while, he turned over and sat up. He lowered his head and looked at the closed curtains. The world outside was already bright, but the room still seemed dim.
Song Jiamu came to the bathroom to wash up. He looked at himself in the mirror. His expression was dull and listless. Although he had a light stubble, he didn't shave it off. He casually picked up water and splashed it on his face. The water on his face was just random.
Apply it with your hands.
I sat at the dining table and ate a few bites of bread, but my appetite was very poor.
He walked out of the room, changed his shoes and carried his bag. His waist looked tired, and he opened the door and went out.
The shot was at home, the door was closed, and there was an echo.
…
"Click!"
Yun Shuqian looked at the surveillance with satisfaction, Song Jiamu's acting skills were really interesting.
Because there was only one camera position, after shooting a small scene, she had to hold the tripod and reposition the camera. This scene took half an hour to shoot, but except for the pause in the middle, the whole process was very smooth.
There was a knock on the door, and Song Jiamu shouted outside: "Open the door, I don't have the key..."
"pig!"
Yun Shuqian complained and ran over to open the door for him.
"How is it? Is my acting good?"
"Not bad, not bad. From the looks of it, we can finish filming all the scenes at home this morning."
"It's eight o'clock. I'm so hungry. Let's go have breakfast first?"
"No, you will have breakfast later. Your appetite will be better this time. Go change your shoes and clothes! You have to get up again!"
"..."
There are no lines in the play, which is relatively easy for novice actors. After all, they don’t have to worry about their lines.
I won’t mention those who say 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, or 7. It’s better for some actors not to speak, but they are easily embarrassed when they do. An actor with strong dialogue skills is still very rare.
Song Jiamu was ready to lie down on the bed again. He gathered his emotions and started a new round of drama.
Different from the scene just now, he got up more energetic and even shaved when he washed up. Because in the play, he met the girl in the library and his life began to change.
There was nothing to do on the weekend, and Song Jiamu also enjoyed spending time doing something with Yun Shuqian.
At nine o'clock, after all the scenes at home were filmed, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian went downstairs to have breakfast together.
The two sat side by side and watched the video playback on the monitor together.
The total length of all the videos is about ten minutes, but only about five minutes should be left for post-editing. The editing is left to Yuan Caiyi.
"According to our progress, we can probably finish all the filming in these two days." Song Jiamu took a sip of noodle soup and had already finished all the noodles in the bowl.
"Hmm, it doesn't seem to be difficult."
"You should praise me. I feel like I can really debut as an actor."
"Hey, you must want to shoot a kissing scene with another actress, right?"
"Then if I do this, you will deduct at least a quarter of my points." Song Jiamu counted with his fingers.
"Wrong, I deducted all of them!" Yun Shuqian said cruelly.
"When you talk about actor couples, what do they think when they see their partner filming a kissing scene with someone else?"
"It's work."
Yun Shuqian answered like this, but if it were her and Song Jiamu, if he dared to film a kissing scene with another actress, he would definitely be dead.
Song Jiamu also glanced at her. The girl had already washed up and put on a cute little skirt. Looking at her white and tender little face and her little lips as soft as wet candy wrappers, he couldn't
Accepting others to kiss her.
"Why are you looking at me..." Yun Shuqian ate the noodles and felt a little uncomfortable when he saw her. Then she remembered that he secretly kissed the side of her face that morning.
The mark of that kiss had dissipated, but it stayed in her heart for a long time. Whenever she thought of it, her face would still feel a little crispy.
"Yun Shuqian, you are so beautiful, it makes me want to kiss you." Song Jiamu told her his thoughts generously.
He said these words so shamelessly, and the reserved girl was a little embarrassed. She lowered her head in silence, picked up the noodles with her chopsticks, and ate them in small bites. It was clear that there was no chili in the noodle soup, but the noodles were eaten from her small mouth.
After entering, her fair little face was dyed a faint blush little by little.
Summer was indeed here, and Yun Shuqian felt that this small noodle shop should turn on the air conditioner, otherwise why would it feel so hot.
Seeing that she didn't speak or hit him, Song Jiamu became even more reckless.
The two of them were sitting on the same side, and Song Jiamu simply turned his chair around. He put one hand on the table to support his head, and just unscrupulously admired the cute girl in front of him.
Yun Shuqian was wearing a floral skirt today, revealing her slender white legs below the knees. In order to prevent her hair from falling on the noodle soup when eating noodles, she combed her hair back, so that her beautiful neck and pink face could be seen from the side.
Her ears are tender and cute, and her ears have soft earlobes, which make people want to pinch and rub them. Then when she is itchy, she pinches the naughty hand with her head and shoulders. Song Jiamu is probably
Want to bully her like this.
After Song Jiamu stared at her with such presumptuous admiration for ten seconds, the girl who wanted to be more ladylike because she was wearing a skirt today couldn't bear it anymore. She lifted up her white shoes and stepped on his gray shoes fiercely.
A kick.
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"If you look at other girls like this, sooner or later you will be treated as a pervert and sent to the hospital!"
Yun Shuqian snorted, he finally didn't dare to look at her like this anymore, and suddenly felt much more at ease.
It was just the inexplicable muggy heat that kept the blush on her face from dissipating. After eating two more mouthfuls of noodles, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Just when he was about to take a tissue to wipe his sweat, Song Jiamu had already pulled out a tissue and stretched out his big hand. Yun Shuqian subconsciously raised his head and sat up straight.
"You won't sweat if you eat slower."
"..."
Song Jiamu took a tissue and gently wiped the sweat on her forehead.
His gentle eyes and movements made Yun Shuqian unable to say any harsh words. She just sat obediently and waited for him to finish wiping her face before she continued to eat noodles.
"I'm stuffed……"
The two portions of noodles were the same size, but Yun Shuqian had a small appetite, so there was some noodles left in the bowl and she couldn't eat any more.
"It just so happens that I'm still almost full."
Song Jiamu naturally took the noodles from her bowl, finished them in two mouthfuls, and drank several mouthfuls of noodle soup before putting down the bowl with a satisfied look on his face.
Well, Song Zhutou has shown with his actions time and time again that he is really big and can eat anything.
After eating her noodles, he still had a proud look on his face. His eyes clearly said, "Look, how good I am to you is much better than how good you are to me, right? At least from Sunan to West Lake."
so far away!'
'You, do you think I dare not!'
The two of them didn't speak, but when Song Jiamu put down the bowl, Yun Shuqian picked up the bowl of noodle soup that he had just poured out. She also picked up the bowl where his lips had touched, and slurped up the remaining noodles.
I finished all the noodle soup.
With a red face and a bulging mouth, she glared at him. She stood up and took out her mobile phone to check out at the front.
Although Song Jiamu did not give her his bank card, he would give her money to eat with her every month. The money for activities together was called food expenses, but it was more like 'love funds'. Yun Shuqian would also deposit the same money here every month.
A lot of money, this is a small treasury belonging to them, and the current balance is more than 2,000 yuan. When spending money out, she is responsible for paying the bill.
It's different from AA or one party paying the bill. After having this common small treasury, the two of them also feel closer to each other. Because they share the same money, they always subconsciously think about each other and how to spend it together.
This money.
After coming out of the noodle shop, Yun Shuqian took out her mobile phone and sent a voice message to Yuan Caiyi.
[Caiyi Caiyi, have you gotten up? Song Jiamu and I are going to school to film the scene in the library now]
【Well...just got up.】
【Hurry up! We'll be there in three minutes!】
【Right away, right away!】
Song Jiamu heard the two people's voices clearly and said speechlessly: "Don't we still have to take the bus? It will take at least twenty-five minutes?"
"That's almost it."
Originally I was going to take an electric car, but there was a scene on the bus, so I took the bus to school and filmed the scene at the same time.
"Get ready and start waiting for the bus."
"I'm brewing."
Song Jiamu adjusted his posture and posture, and the girl in a small skirt held up a SLR camera to take pictures of him. It was not a rush hour on weekends, so there were not many people waiting for the bus, but from time to time some people cast curious glances, thinking that the two were filming.
Short videos or something.
The car came, and Song Jiamu got on the car with a numb expression.
After filming the scene of getting into the car, Yun Shuqian also hurriedly ran up.
There were no seats on the bus, but fortunately there were not many people standing. Song Jiamu continued to act. He held the pull ring with one hand and looked calmly at the scenery passing by outside the window, and occasionally looked at the surroundings.
Crowds, a feeling of loneliness arises spontaneously in the crowd.
"very good."
Yun Shuqian photographed this scene with satisfaction. She was also standing, the bus was driving, and she was only looking at the monitor. Suddenly she was a little unsteady and unsteady.
But soon, one of her little hands was held.
Song Jiamu pulled her into his arms, grabbed her hand and put it on his waist. He gently held her slender shoulder with one hand, and raised the other hand to pull the hanging ring. In the middle of the bus, there were only him and
She was standing, and this hug attracted much attention.
The girl's cute floral skirt swayed gently with the car, her slender and graceful body was close to him, the SLR camera hung on her slender and beautiful neck, her cheeks were rosy, and her heartbeat was a little fast.
"A lot of people are watching...!"
"Then hide better and they won't be able to see you."
The smell of the bus was not pleasant, but now she was completely enveloped by Song Jiamu's scent. She wanted to hold her breath, but it was obviously impossible.
She pursed her lips tightly, and the taste that belonged to him involuntarily penetrated through her nose and then into her heart.
Similarly, when Song Jiamu lowered his head, he could easily smell the fragrance of the girl's hair, and could easily see the slightly red little ear through the gaps in the hair.
Song Jiamu subconsciously used his arms to hold her tighter.
Yun Shuqian lowered his head slightly and held his waist with both hands.
Little by little, she hid her petite body in his arms, gently pressed her forehead against his chest, and closed her eyes.
The beating of his heart was clearly heard.
It turns out that taking the bus is not so annoying.