You insult me once, and then apologize to me. It's not fair at all.
You insult me once, and I'll insult you once. That's fair.
Teacher Fang Huohuo values fairness the most.
Song Ge got up from the ground, stared at Fang Yan fiercely, and said, "Do you want to play with me?"
"Isn't your entertainment circle too dark?" Fang Yan said angrily. "You dare to make such a rude request to me in public?"
Fang Yan looked at Xia Zhi with a strange look, as if saying, "The noble circle is really messy."
Xia Zhi looked at Song Ge and said, "Teacher Song, is there no problem in confirming the candidate?"
"No problem." Song Ge dared to be ruthless to Fang Yan, but did not dare to say a harsh word to Xia Zhi. He and Fang Yan did not have a subordinate relationship. Fang Yan was a school teacher, and it would not affect his life. He said a harsh word to Xia Zhi, and Xia Zhi was only angry for a while. However, if Xia Zhi said a harsh word to him, he would have bad luck for the rest of his life, and he was afraid that his career would end early.
"Then be more attentive." Xia Zhi said. "Let go of some unnecessary prejudice, and you will find that teacher Fang Yan is a very easy person to get along with."
"I will." Song Ge gritted her teeth and said. She thought, is this guy really an easy person to get along with? He went around in such a big circle just to slap you in the face. How can such a narrow-minded person be called easy to get along with?
Song Ge walked in front of Fang Yan, took the initiative to reach out and said, "Mr. Fang, please give me a lot of advice."
"You're welcome." Fang Yan held Song Ge's hand and said, "I don't understand camera language, so I have to trouble Director Song to make me look as handsome as possible."
"Mr. Fang is an idol."
"Director Song is flattering me. Hahaha, I'm quite popular with students at school."
"—" Xia Zhi and many staff members looked at them with black lines on their faces.
Everyone discussed for a while. Song Ge once again explained some shooting details, and the MV shooting officially began.
The shooting this time was mainly divided into two parts. The first part was Fang Yan practicing Tai Chi alone to show the rigidity of Tai Chi. The other part was Xia Xia bringing Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin, the two little beauties, to perform the softness of Tai Chi in black Tai Chi clothes.
Two different scenes, maybe even two different space-time. Fang Yan's white clothes fluttered in the wind. He looked like an ancient Taiji youth. The scene of Tai Chi with Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin would constantly switch, but it was a modern Tai Chi.
Then, hardness and gentleness complemented each other and the four of them began to fuse. Fang Yan stood at the edge of the cliff, the dragon head. Xia Xia, Jiang Qin, and Yuan Lin followed behind him and did the same thing. Their movements were neat, and the scene was beautiful.
Because it was already late when the crew went up the mountain, they first shot some scenes of Fang Yan practicing Tai Chi at the edge of the cliff in the mountain breeze and white fog. Then, using the same scene, Xia Xia took Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin up and also did a round of Tai Chi.
Xia Xia originally had a good foundation in Tai Chi, but it didn't have any actual combat effect. It was only for strengthening the body. Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin were still very unfamiliar with Tai Chi. They just felt that Fang Yan was handsome and good-looking. In the past two days, Fang Yan gave them some simple training. They only needed to follow behind Xia Xia or Fang Yan.
Simply put, the two of them were two little flower vases in the MV. Everyone only needed to think that the two of them were good-looking.
In the evening, the crew members settled in the Xia Hotel, which was the only quasi-five-star hotel on Xia Mountain. Last time, Fang Yan brought his students up the mountain for the night, but he didn't bring them to stay in such a hotel.
Some students had strong self-esteem, so he had to carefully protect them.
After dinner, Fang Yan and Xia Xia drank tea and chatted in the Tingfeng Teahouse of the hotel.
The Xia Hotel was built against the mountain, and the Tingfeng Teahouse was on the edge of the cliff.
Sitting in the teahouse and drinking tea, the dark Grand Canyon came into view. In autumn, the valley was full of red maple leaves, which made people feel relaxed and happy. But in winter, when there were no stars or moon in the sky, only the whistling of the wind could be heard. That was how the Tingfeng Teahouse got its name.
Fang Yan was busy making tea. The golden Pu 'er tea soup was very tempting. He said, "Do you want to replace Song Ge?"
Xia Xia's eyes stayed on the hand that Fang Yan was using to make tea. He felt that the posture of Fang Yan making tea was very beautiful and skillful. She liked Hua Xia culture and tea, but no matter how expensive the teahouse was, how famous the tea made by the tea artist, she always felt that there was a lack of taste.
Immortal taste.
Yes, it was immortal taste.
Pure heart and few desires, neither fast nor slow. No flattery, no flattery, no filth.
This was immortal taste.
Unfortunately, few people could do it.
"I knew Song Ge ten years ago, and all my music videos were made by him. At that time, he was just a very talented young man. "Xia Xia explained softly. "Later on, as his fame grew, people's nature also changed. Now he is the kind of person I don't like the most. If I don't stand up for you, he will insist on replacing you and then use his own people — "
Xia Xia looked at Fang Yan and said, "I can tolerate people around me making some small mistakes in the field of life, but I will never allow them to criticize my work. This is my work. "
"He wanted to try to control you, so he used me as an experiment. In the end, you slapped him back. "Fang Yan said with a smile. "This slap is fierce enough."
"I don't slap people." Xia Xia said. "If he still doesn't know how to restrain himself, then cut off his hands and feet."
"Isn't this too domineering?" Fang Yan's eyes widened. A scene appeared in his mind. Xia Xia, with disheveled hair, was holding a kitchen knife and chopping off Song Ge's hands and feet. Then, he stood there and laughed, letting Song Ge lie on the ground and scream miserably — —
"What are you thinking?" Xia Xia said angrily. "I mean cut off his career line. I can make him call the wind and rain, and I can also make it difficult for him to move an inch. "
"Why does this sound like something said by a gang leader?"
Xia Xia sighed softly and said, "You don't know the darkness and dirtiness of the entertainment circle —"
Fang Yan asked worriedly, "Will Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin be okay?"
"If they can't resist the temptation, I can't do anything. But if someone wants to hurt them, I will cut off his hands and feet — this time, I will really cut off his hands and feet. "Xia Xia said coldly.
"Those two little girls are quite lucky. With a big backer like you. "Fang Yan said with a smile.
"I'm not their backer. I'm their sister and friend. I want to take them with me to do something. "Xia Xia said. "Women can also change the world. Or rather, change the world's perception of us. I've always believed that. "
"I also believe that." Fang Yan said. A woman's greatest dream was to promote Hua Xia culture to the world, not to watch other people's culture invade. Fang Yan felt that this kind of woman was as great as him.
Fang Yan raised his teacup and said, "A toast to you."
"For what?"
"For our noble sentiments." Fang Yan said.
Xia Xia laughed loudly and said, "Fang Yan, every time I chat with you, I'm very happy."
"But you can't like me. There are too many people who like me. "Fang Yan said. "When there are so many people, I don't know how to choose. Who asked me to be a Libra? "
"It's a bit too much, I won't go join in the fun." Xia Xia said with a hint.
Fang Yan laughed dryly and didn't speak. Some things were better not said.
Xia Xia looked at the antique decorations in the teahouse and said, "The owner of the teahouse must be a very elegant person. It's not called the Star Gazing Teahouse, it's not called the Maple Appreciation Teahouse, it's called the Wind Listening Teahouse. In his heart, even listening to the wind is a romantic thing. Then Star Gazing and Maple Appreciation are naturally not inferior. From the low place to see the rolling clouds, from the wet place to see the Ninth Heaven Thunder. This person is very kind. "
Fang Yan nodded and said, "It's just that the psychology of the nouveau riche is serious. Is there a need to put so many precious wood and antiques all over the house? It's like he's afraid that others don't know he's rich. "
"What Sir said is very true. It's us who have fallen into the cliché." A middle-aged Taoist walked over with an incense burner and a smile.
He walked to the table occupied by Fang Yan and Xia Xia and stopped. He put the incense burner on the table and said, "Honored guests have come to visit. I'll give you a pot of tree incense. Please don't refuse."
Fang Yan took a sniff. It was authentic Ambergris. Moreover, the quality was higher than the Ambergris he collected, and the smell was also purer.
Fang Yan stared at the middle-aged Taoist warily and said, "Who are you? Why did you give us tree incense? You didn't poison it, did you? "
"Meeting by chance is also fate. Does Sir not believe in fate? "
"Do you think I'm an idiot? Giving someone tens of thousands of yuan worth of Ambergris incense when you meet by chance? Why didn't you give it to the two Fatso in the corner? Why didn't you give it to the couple in the 30 degree position? Why did you give it to us? "
"Sir and I are fated —"
Fang Yan interrupted the Taoist and pointed at Xia Xia. "You're not thinking of hitting on her, are you?"
"I'm a monk, I don't get close to women."
"Then you want us to buy your amulet?" Fang Yan was extremely angry. "Every time I walk on the street, I'll meet monks wearing Taoist robes who pull me to buy amulets. They say that they're fated with me at first glance — only a fool would believe that. Tell me, how much is your amulet worth? Seeing that you gave us tree incense, we're willing to be cheated by you this time. But let me make it clear in advance, I won't pay more than 100 yuan. "
The middle-aged Taoist's facial muscles twitched. His body swayed and looked like he was about to fall.
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