After shooting, go out to the road outside the studio.
Fang Yi felt that his hands were cold, so he crossed his fingers and breathed into his palms, and at the same time activated his own system.
"Current level 1 [34/100]"
It's increased a lot.
On the one hand, there are several scenes of the director, and on the other hand, they were shot for today's magazine.
There are two masks in total, one is golden and can be used at any time, and the other is a new mask, and most of it has also turned golden. In the future, when he encounters difficult shooting challenges, this is his capital to get to the next level.
Fang Yi felt that he was in a good mood. Although he was waiting for the bus, he looked around at the scenery to pass the time.
The actress I worked with had an agency and her own small team. I heard that she had an announcement to make in the evening, so she didn't take the same leisurely approach as him. She got into the nanny's car and said goodbye to him in a hurry.
"The next opportunity to further cooperation."
She left these words, but the car did not move. After a while, the car window was rolled down, and a head popped out: "Low-boy, do you want me to give you a ride?"
Once the voice gets louder and the nasal sound is suppressed without deliberately suppressing it, the timbre will be very special.
"Need not."
Fang Yi signaled for the oncoming bus.
Then asked: "Are you embarrassed?"
The answer: "I'm used to this line."
So the nanny car moved forward and drove slowly.
In the car, Liu Mi was very free and easy. She was about to lie down to sleep, but she struggled to get up, lying on the car window, and clung to the low-profile guy who had just collaborated with him.
Until Fang Yi got on the bus and disappeared through the car glass, even his back disappeared. She stared closely, but because of the height difference, she had to raise her head. Her neck was sore but she still persisted, using a haughty tone:
"Low~ka man."
Liu Mi's assistant is very familiar with her. She has known her since they were children. She looked in the rearview mirror and asked: "Mimi, what's so beautiful about her? You don't even bother sleeping."
"Street light."
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The examination week of the Yangxi Opera Performance Department is divided into two categories: written examination and sketch performance. The former has to go to the examination room, while the latter spends time rehearsing.
By this time, all the people from Yang Opera will come back, no matter whether they are good or not, to review their homework in the same way; the library is getting more crowded every time, and it is difficult for Fang Yi to find a seat on the lower floor, such as Song Dynasty
When I saw him before, I was stunned by the square stool between the bookshelves. Even there, there were at least two people crammed in, leaning against each other, using a small area to support their bodies.
He couldn't wait for the elevator. There were many people in these places all the way up the stairs. When he reached the top floor, few people came here, but today was no exception.
Even if there is a vacant spot, if you look carefully, there are often things placed there, declaring ownership. The owner will be back soon.
It's a bit like the scene Fang Yi saw when he came to school for the first time.
The library was also occupied by curious freshmen in September, but by then, this enthusiasm quickly dissipated.
Fang Yi also leaned against a raised wall pillar like he did when he first came here, surrounded by two windows. When the school first opened, the weather was not as cold as it is now. The curtains were unfolded, and sometimes there was a breeze.
It blew by, holding up the curtains, and the person loomed inside, and was not noticed for a long time. Only when the wind blew violently did a person suddenly emerge.
The moon outside the window sat alone in the window opposite Fang Yi. Looking down at the group of candidates, she shed her clear light on the desk in front of Fang Yi.
It was also an occupied table, surrounded by people, except for one that was vacant, but it was also covered by a large open book.
There are idle paintings on the top of the book.
The painting was of pines and cypresses shrouded in the night in front of the window, with sparse leaves. Fang Yi was reminded, so he went to the window to look again. It turned out that the pines and cypresses were not withering, but they were withering while growing new buds. In fact, pines and cypresses are often used in paintings.
The material has, on the one hand, its inherent cultural intention, and on the other hand, it does not change much throughout the year. If the creation cycle is long, it is not easy to go wrong.
Fang Yi turned around and suddenly, as if he thought of something, walked quickly to the picture.
Back to the previous window.
painting.
A painting.
[The branches of pines and cypresses stretched out faintly behind him, trembling slightly.]
He looked at both sides indifferently. It seemed that the space was divided into two places, one was the daytime three months ago, and the other was at this moment.
The one belonging to the daytime pine and cypress was painted in a small portrait, and there was himself on it. He once drew a horizontal line on the back, sandwiched it in the original book, and returned it.
The next time I borrowed it, the book was still there, but the painting was gone.
——It must have been a sunny afternoon. Someone was sitting here, studying as usual. Suddenly a boy came in. There was no place for him, so he just found a book and leaned against the window. There was no one else around. Maybe he
He was really good-looking, and even though there was little movement, the woman couldn't help but look up from the book and see the real person coming out of reality; the curtains were blown open by the stronger wind, and sometimes covered him, and the pine and cypress branches behind him were lush and green.
Stretching the body, new sprouts seem to be born from the human heart. Out of appreciation of beauty, I couldn't help but leave a sketch.
As a result, he happened to be seen by me.
On the desk were several students who were about to leave. They packed their things uncomfortably and glanced at him curiously. The things they packed did not include this idle painting. Some wanted to see what he was waiting for to strike up a conversation with, but they thought time was of the essence, so they couldn't.
Dare to leave without hesitation.
Fang Yi stood here for a while, but no one came. It was already closing time, and the announcement sounded several times in succession.
He put down the book he wanted to review and quickly ran to the lower floor where the popular literature bookshelf was. He leaned forward to look for it. He soon saw the black spine and took it out to read.
One hundred and seventy-one pages.
You really do know me.
A dehydrated and stamped pine and cypress leaf lay quietly among the pages of the book. Fang Yi picked it up and turned it around to read.
And you should come to the library often.
The ringtone changed to closing music. This was the first time he heard it. It was the faint sound of the piano, flowing quietly like a river. When the piano sound ended, the library would be completely closed.
In the stairwell, shadows of white and blue clothes flashed out. These were the library's volunteer teams who came to clean up books. They were often in uniform. Every night, they would be responsible for making sure that no one was on each floor and turning off the lights; in the morning, they were there again.
Be the first to come in.
"Classmate! The school is closing!"
He urged impatiently.
Fang Yi took "Xu Sanguan" with her and returned to the top floor. One was to get her review book, and the other was to see the person who drew the picture. Did she forget her things or was she too late to get them?
But it was empty again except for his own books. Someone had already taken them away.
Master!
When I came out, it started to rain lightly again. Fang Yi protected the book and bookmarks and left quickly.