Queen of the Days, She Was Only More Than a Billion

  Chapter 203 Heavy rain is coming

  But she must try, for Chen Moucen's health, and secondly, to build his confidence in the crew of Tianyu.

  In the evening, the people in the group gathered together to eat the beef hot pot that was brought in. The aroma was so fragrant, but the people sitting around the pot were all lacking in interest.

  Nan Xi had planned to talk to Chen Moucen after dinner, but Chen Moucen seemed to expect her to recruit afterwards, eating a few bites to fill up her stomach and go back to the tent to sleep. No follow-up arrangements were made, which indirectly suspended the filming tomorrow.

  Nan Xi pressed on the last layer of skin, and approached the tents of Chen Moucen and Sun Hongguang, and heard the sound of the two talking inside.

  I can hear the main Sun Hongguang persuading Chen Moucen: “Look at a little mess that makes you angry, how can you go back alive?

  Chen Moucen didn’t reply, Sun Hongguang insisted: “Those group actors may consider time issues. It’s normal for children to make mistakes. You can be tolerant.”

Chen Moucen sneered and said: "Since I was young and fish in troubled waters, what's the future of growing up. In the past, we carried the only video camera, gathered people who love movies and wanted to make good movies, trekking through mountains and rivers and squatting in the desert. To show a certain scene, we can spend several months in a difficult place. , You look at them again, eat and play along the way, you can’t wait to get the money home right away after the filming. The word actor has long become full of copper smell, derogatory meaning and price drop."

Sun Hongguang laughed twice: "It used to be too bitter. I want to send me back to live it again. I can't stand it anymore. Let alone these kids. Thinking of the time when you lied to me to go to Dunhuang to compose your movie for you, I really did. Hou Lao Nose regrets it. If I didn't go, I guess the commander of the National Symphony Orchestra would have returned to me.

  Chen Moucen is very smart. He knows that Sun Hongguang is looking for excuses to make him feel guilty. After he compromises, he simply replied with contempt: "With my promotion, you can be selected for the best soundtrack award in Cannes.

  Sun Hongguang dissatisfied with ‘yo yo’ a few times: "I found that you are not only hatred of the rich, but you also worship foreigners and foreigners. You can respect yourself as a master if you have a problem. It is normal for children to think too much or to be lazy."

  "You don’t want to wear your crowns, I just like excellent works and authoritative institutions. If there is one day in China that can be done without water injection, I will also appreciate it!"

   "Okay, let's talk about business, don't worry about the children." Sun Hongguang was not discouraged.

  Chen Moucen coldly yelled: "Come on, let me mention it again, and I will turn your face on you. Fuck off, let me have a quiet meeting."

  Sun Hongguang sneered: "Just be quiet, don’t pack up! You can’t afford to have fun."

   Facing Chen Moucen's stubborn bad temper, Nan Xi was very confused, and silently returned to the dinner table, picked up the bowl and pulled the seasoning a few times, her thoughts drifted away.

   can coax Chen Moucen, she has already used a lot of power, even at the cost of public life experience. If Chen Moucen insists on going back to Quegang tomorrow, she really has no way to deal with it.

  Since coming to Zhangjiajie, Chen Moucen's attitude towards her has not improved at all, and she can't help but doubt that she always thought that the many concessions he made for her before were not due to her unilateral sentimentality.

  Maybe Chen Moucen just can't help Sun Hongguang often whispering in his ears. It is said that Su Zhu also asked Sun Hongguang to help set up the line.

  If so, what reason should she use to keep Chen Moucen? The head is so big.

  Seeing that she hadn't eaten the pellets, Huang Yi thought that there were too many people and she was not good at picking up dishes in public, so she helped her pick up her favorite vegetables.

  Nan Xi weakly hooked the corners of her mouth, and pulled out a far-fetched smile to express her gratitude. Immediately pick up a piece of bamboo shoot tip, dipped in the seasoning, and put it in the mouth, chew, bite, and swallow. The mouth is dull and tasteless, and the mood affects the sense of touch and taste.

  After eating, I struggled and struggled for a few rounds. I chose to go back to the tent to sleep, learn from her master to escape from reality, and cultivate my spirit.

  Wake up the loud calls at night, listen carefully, it turns out that it is raining heavily. Wang Xile was afraid that the river would rise above the tent, causing people to move up the slope.

   Carrying valuables, put on an outdoor raincoat and walked out of the tent, standing beside Huang Yi who insisted on holding an umbrella for her. Thanks to the contact person of the Zhangjiajie Tourism Bureau before they came, they specially informed that you must bring a few more sets of rain gear and rainproof tents to cope with the changeable weather.

  People hurriedly shuttled up and down the slopes, transferring supplies.

   Pouring heavy rain hits the umbrella surface, there is no good fashion, a little wind starts, the wind pulls the heavy raindrops on the person's face, and the umbrella instantly loses its effect.

  Nan Xi asked Huang Yi to put on a raincoat, and don't engage in the hypocritical umbrella suit outdoors.

  Huang Yi really didn't like the stuffiness of raincoat, but her clothes were too wet, so she had to take off and put on a new coat and put on her raincoat.

  The water slowly rises, and the rushing up and down slopes are muddy and muddy. Several waves of transporters fall down there and feel resigned.

  Wang Xile carried heavy objects and ran in the rain for a moment, urging people: “Don’t stop, move quickly! Finish the last things, otherwise tomorrow there will be nothing left to rush to the bottom.”

  When people were touched by the spirit of his dedication, they heard him secretly curse: "It's all rubbish, it's hard to pick up if it is washed away!"

  People gather together:...

  In the eyes of Wang Xile, they are no different from the garbage-producing pigs. They may not be as good as pigs. Pigs are the least edible.

  The brawny men took on the dirty work, and were responsible for stumbling in the mud to move things, while the women stayed uphill to set up tents.

  I was exhausted and busy all night, and all set up camp at dawn. But Wang Xile's frowned brows were not stretched, and Zhou Jie asked and found out why.

  Wang’s father and son are afraid that the rain will be too heavy. If it does not stop for two days, the uphill they stay will be flooded sooner or later. There is only one choice left. The original path will inevitably be impossible. You have to take the rain and go through the path of the material. That path is to climb up.

  But moving forward in the rain, the difficulty increased sharply. The severe weather has the same impact on the animals. Except for Wang Dagou's donkey, the other donkeys are all restless. It's acceptable to walk with you, and you can't transport things, which means that dozens of people can only keep one car of accompanying items.

  Wang Xile glanced across the crowd, with a gloomy anger on his face: "You better pray for the rain to stop, otherwise you can go through the virgin forest of heavy rain. Abba and I cannot protect everyone's safety."

  People are not in the mood to speculate on Wang Xile’s true thoughts, whether they worry about their safety, or are angry leaving a lot of ‘garbage’.

  Everyone is tired and dirty, so we can only pray that the rain will stop soon.

  Except for Nan Xi and Su Zhu standing still in raincoats, looking at what they were talking on the other side of the river.

  The others took off their raincoats recklessly, went into their corresponding tents, and wrapped them tightly in the damp quilt. I don't know whether people keep warm or quilts.

  Several fragile girls hid under the covers, whimpering.

  People still feel cold for a while, giving up the idea of ​​relying on quilts to drive away the cold. They all gathered in a 4510-meter military tent, surrounded by the hard-to-ignite bonfire to keep warm.

  Ni Hong and Huang Yi boiled a few pots of hot water, and handed them to the trembling colleagues.

While Ni Hong handed Zhou Jie water, he couldn't help but cursed in a low voice: "Let you hold the start-up ceremony on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month. It's bad luck."

  Zhou Jie took the paper cup to his mouth, did not drink a sip of water in his mouth, making his wife too fierce to drink.

  Huang Yi approached the door and glanced at the two standing in the rain. They stood alone, their incompatible temperament added a bit of sadness, which made people feel distressed. Knocked CP for a few more seconds, put on Wang Xile's straw hat and ran into the rain.

  Close to the two people, I heard them discussing the plot! ? Pointing at the misty mountains, I said which plot perspective fits.

  Huang Yi actually feels superfluous, disturbing two workaholics?

   Set his mind firmly, strode to the two of them, and shouted: "Go back to the tent. The rain is too heavy. Be careful of catching a cold."

  Nan Xi and Su Zhu nodded, and walked back to the tent with the footprints left by Huang Yi in the mud pit.

  After that, there was one more madman.

   Zhou Jie heard the description of the two, put on the raincoat again, and asked Gao Mo to borrow a portable camera and rain cover.

  The three of them returned to the rain, seeing the others stunned, and admiring that the director and investors are more conscious than them.

  Huang Yi and Yang Panpan stayed by the fire for a roasting party, making their girlfriends tortured too much. They looked at each other and decided to accompany them to the cold.

   Seeing them getting up and putting on raincoats to go out, Feng Xiao followed closely behind.

  So, three more people went crazy within half an hour.

  Ni Hong sits for a while, feeling that his **** is burning so much that he is more likely to be unable to rest. Besides, her husband is outside, and it makes no sense for her to stay inside and enjoy her own peace.

   put on the raincoat and ran out.

  There are lunatics taking the lead in demonstrating one after another, causing people who stay behind to be curious, what is there to attract people outside? Let them linger.

  In this way, curiosity caused a dozen people to follow out, and gradually all of them went out.

  About 40 minutes later, the sound of fighting came from outside.

  Sun Hongguang approached the door of the tent, looked out the slit, and ran back to the campfire excitedly, patted Chen Moucen who was as steady as Mount Tai.

   "Haha, you still think they can't bear the hardship. Go and take a look, now I'll shoot a fight in the rain."

  Chen Moucen folded his arms and turned in disdain, ignoring Sun Hongguang. It's just that the direction he turned is exactly facing the gap just pulled by Sun Hongguang.

  Everyone focused on work, forgetting the time, and when the filming in the rain was over, it was noon unknowingly.

  Go back to the tent, smell the instant noodles, and feel that it is more fragrant than the mountains and the sea.

   In spite of an appointment, they leaned over to the table and asked: "Anything else? Give us a dip."

  Huang Yi and Gao Mo put down the plastic forks in their hands and replied repeatedly: "Yes, there are several boxes, wait a minute."

"OK."

   People who didn’t eat in the morning and noon were hungry, holding buckets of instant noodles and gorging themselves.

  The rain was a little lighter in the afternoon, and it still didn't stop. After discussing several cores, they decided to spread out two rows of bunks in the big tent, and they would fall asleep first.

  Able to sleep in a warmer place, people did not complain at all, and helped move the bedding. Each one went to the top, sleeping almost every second.

  Nan Xi and Huang Yi slept in the middle of the girl’s bunk, and they hadn’t experienced a real collective life for a long time. Excitedly sighed a few words, fell asleep one after another.

  When I woke up, the rain finally stopped.

  Nan Xi stood on the top of the hillside, breathing in the fresh air, with a sense of aftermath. Unintentionally, when Chen Moucen entered his tent, Ding Ling cried out, as if he was packing things up, Nan Xi suddenly remembered that he was leaving the night before.

  He was flustered, and suddenly heard someone calling her.

  With the prestige, Su Zhu and Sun Hongguang stood in one place and waved at her.

  As she approached, Su Zhu seemed to take the initiative to give way: "Old Sun, Xixi has something to do with you. Let's talk about business first, and we will talk about music when we are free."

  "Okay, next time you can't spare any energy, let's play the piano concerto." Sun Hongguang saw Su Zhu's eyes full of love, like a grandfather who spoiled his grandson.

  Su Zhurou smiled and nodded: "We must accompany Lao Sun to the fullest."

   took a picture of Liushen Wuzhu Nanxi, pointing to a bare rock beside the river in the distance, "I'll go there for personal affairs, if you want to find me after you talk, go there to find me."

   "Okay." Nan Xi agreed softly, her eyes following the breeze and moon-like man to where he said.

   "Xiao Nan, are you looking for something to do with me?"

  Nan Xi retracted her gaze in a panic, but couldn't look directly at Sun Hongguang, staring on the ground like a child who made a mistake.

   "That," hesitated for a long time, and said entangledly: "It's not an important thing."

  She has thought of trouble Sun Hongguang for help, but she is afraid of creating a more embarrassing situation. Chen Moucen scolded her several times in front of Sun Hongguang. It is estimated that in Sun Hongguang's heart, she is linked to trouble.

  It’s right to think about it. If she didn’t go to Quegang to find the second elder, the second elder is now living a life of retirement. Second, if you have money, at least the spiritual level is fulfilled, and you don't need to follow them into the mountains to film.

   "Xiao Nan, are you going to meet me?" Sun Hongguang leaned down with his back hand.

   There was an extra face in front of her eyes, Nan Xi was not surprised, she had already guessed it from the approach of Sun Hongguang's breath.

A wry smile rose from the corner of her mouth: "No, I am very grateful to you. I am thinking about a question, is it right to force the teacher out of the mountain?" From Chen Moucen's resistance several times, she should have discovered that he doesn't like the current film and television. Circle, we should say disgust.

  If you put a person in an extremely annoying place, there are still annoying people around. If this happened to Nan Xi, she would ask herself if she couldn't be normal or forced to laugh, and she might be worse than Chen Moucen's attitude every day.

"I thought you were used to his weirdness a long time ago. You shouldn't let him drive emotional ups and downs." Sun Hongguang lowered his voice, "Although he scolded, his love for movies has never diminished. You think he is just here. For you?"

  Nan Xi shook her head vigorously, with an unusual inferiority complex in her heart: "I used to think there was a little reason for me, but now I don't think so."

  Sun Hongguang stretched a smile and said solemnly: "Xiao Nan, you are wrong. Your master's original intention to come out was entirely for you, but after the crew, there were other ties and it became more than just for you."

  The same thing as tongue twisters, Nan Xi listened to the score, and said bitterly: "Don't comfort me. If he wants to say that he is unwilling to give up the movie, then I believe it."

  Sun Hongguang stretched his fingers to poke Nan Xidi’s forehead, cursing: "You have no conscience."

  Familiar actions and words are like a handful of fine salt, sprinkled on Nan Xi, revealing her sore heart. The sore and painful memories stabbed her nose and hair, raised her reddish eye sockets to look at Sun Hongguang.

"Haha, familiar with it. When your master left you back then, for a long time, he couldn't change this habit and words. Whenever he inertially raised his hand to poke a person's forehead, his eyes would be filled with longing. He was paralyzed. This kind of longing is good for drinking, causing the body to be three high and one low. A year is not as good as a year. If you insist on looking for him earlier, how can he stay in the broken place where the bird does not shit."

  (End of this chapter)