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After driving for more than an hour, we finally arrived at Dasheng Cinema.
This is his first time to come to this film shooting base, which is known as "Hengdian in the south and Monkey King in the north". The scale is really amazing and it has become a famous tourist attraction in the capital. There are at least two or three movies here every day. The shooting attracted many tourists.
He Yi parked the car and called Xiao Song. Xiao Song sounded like he was busy and asked He Yi to wait for him.
This wait is half an hour.
Watching groups of tourists lining up to enter, there were many fans from all walks of life, wearing uniform clothes and holding various support items.
"You are so young, why do you think so?"
At this time, Xiaosong finally came. He was covered in sweat. He was very embarrassed when he saw He Yi. He apologized repeatedly: "Brother He Yi, this is a work sign. You can drive in."
"I won't go in. Just give him your phone."
"Ah, aren't you going in? Brother Han is filming a commercial, aren't you going to take a look?"
"There's nothing good to see. I'm a layman and I'm affecting your work."
¡°No, it¡¯s actually quite fun, go check it out.¡±
Why does it feel a little strange? Why did Xiaosong insist on letting him see it?
Xiaosong also realized that he was a little too attentive. He said awkwardly: "Did you quarrel with Brother Han? Brother Han is in a bad mood today. If you don't go in and coax him, otherwise it won't be easy for us to do our work." ¡¡±
"I don't know how to coax people." He He said matter-of-factly: "And we didn't quarrel." How could he quarrel with Song Juhan? Two sentences was his limit.
Xiaosong sighed in disappointment: "Then drive carefully."
"Well, thank you for your hard work." He He patted his shoulder, turned around and got in the car.
In fact, he really wanted to see Song Juhan, but he knew that now was not the time. Meeting Song Juhan when he was busy and in a bad mood would probably lead to more bad luck. It would be better to wait for Song Juhan to calm down, and he would probably come to him.
Not long after the car drove out, his phone rang. It was Xiaosong. As soon as he answered the call, he heard Xiaosong lower his voice and say in embarrassment: "Brother why, Brother Han is angry and wants you to come back."
"Are you angry?" He Yi really didn't understand Song Juhan's logic, so he said helplessly: "Okay."
He made a U-turn in front, but it was during the rush hour, and there was a heavy traffic jam, and the car moved at a very slow pace. Ten minutes later, Xiaosong called to urge her. Twenty minutes later, she called again, and her voice was almost crying.
Why is he also in a hurry, but he can't fly over.
After walking for more than half an hour, seven or eight kilometers away, we finally drove back to the movie theater. Xiaosong was waiting for him at the door. When he saw him, he felt like he had seen a savior. He rushed to his car as if he was afraid that he would regret it: "Brother, drive in and I will show you the way."
The security guard saw the work sign and let them go, and the two entered the cinema along a completely different path from tourists.
He Hehe glanced at the panting Xiaosong and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, Ju Han has such a temper, what's wrong with him?"
"I don't know, Brother Han often loses his temper for no apparent reason. I don't know why this time. I said you gave your phone away, and he got angry."
I can¡¯t figure out why. Anyway, it¡¯s definitely not because Song Juhan particularly wanted to see him.
The car drove to a street with the style of the Republic of China. The two got out of the car and Xiaosong took him to a large house where they were filming.
Walking to the lounge, Xiaosong knocked carefully: "Brother Han, why is brother here?"
"Yeah." A cold voice came from the lounge.
When he opened the door, he saw Song Juhan wearing the uniform of a major general in the national army, standing in front of the mirror, letting the stylist adjust his belt. In order to pursue the effect of reflecting the body shape, the clothes were deliberately made a little tight. They wrapped around Song Juhan's body, and every curve was as perfect as if carved by God. Song Juhan's mother was a German-American mixed-race supermodel who was once world-famous. She was 178cm tall. Song Juhan was ten centimeters taller than her. His legs were incredibly long. His appearance and figure inherited all the advantages of his parents. That's what happened in the world. Some people are blessed by nature.
Song Juhan turned his face, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, which complemented his high eyebrows, making his facial features extraordinarily deep. His hair was all combed back, revealing his smooth forehead, which further highlighted his tall nose and sharp edges. The face shape gives people a kind of rigorous and mysterious but tension that may explode at any time.
"Juhan." He He nodded at him.
Song Juhan said: "You are young and pretty, but not many people are as charming as you. You are considered to be extremely talented. "
Why did I close my eyes and reluctantly tried to get up, but I couldn't do anything from the waist down.
Song Juhan pulled up his pants and slapped him on the buttocks: "Wait for me here, and I'll take you to eat delicious food tonight." Song Juhan walked to the mirror, straightened his clothes, and took the food from his throat. He hummed a gentle tune, then turned around and opened the door and left.
Why He sat back on the sofa, zipping up the zipper and fastening the belt with his fingers. It took him several breaths to complete such a simple action.
He looked at the ceiling a little absentmindedly, his heart and mind were empty.
He knows that he is quite mean, but being mean doesn¡¯t bother others, he is just happy with it. And he couldn't be cheap for a few more years. He was almost thirty. He wanted to enjoy every minute and every second with Song Juhan before he got tired of it and accumulate more memories. A person's life is only a few dozen years old. Years ago, he didn't care how others lived or what others thought. Anyway, he would not go against his own will for the sake of dignity.
He likes Song Juhan, so just like him.
He calmed down for a long time, and his weak legs got better. He went to the bathroom to clean up, and then waited quietly for Song Juhan in the lounge. From yesterday to today, he was so tired that he fell asleep on the sofa while waiting.
I don¡¯t know how long it took, but someone pushed the door open and came in. I woke up for some reason, my head was buzzing, and I looked at Xiaosong in confusion.
"Brother He, why are you still here?" Xiao Song looked at him in surprise.
"Ju Han asked me to wait for him."
Xiaosong said awkwardly: "Brother Han has left a long time ago and went to have dinner with the crew. I stayed behind to pack things."
Why He closed his eyes and said tiredly: "Well, then I'll go back."
"Brother why." Xiaosong couldn't bear it: "Brother Han was too busy in the afternoon, sohe forgot about it. I'll treat you to dinner."
"No, you can go back and rest early."
"Why brother" Xiaosong sighed: "Thank you for your hard work."
Why didn¡¯t say anything, just took the key and left.
He doesn¡¯t need the sympathy of a big boy.
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