At ten o 'clock at night, after a sumptuous dinner, Mo Chenfeng sat at the desk in front of the window, smoking and pondering. The dim light from the table illuminated the outline of his face.
The door of the washroom opened and steam floated out like a veil. Chu Xiangxiang's tall figure was wearing a bathrobe, her waist was tied, her chest was perky and her beautiful face was flushed.
A picture of a beauty coming out of the shower!
Mo Chenfeng was stunned.
He suddenly got up and hugged her. His breathing was rapid and he threw her on the soft bed.
"Are you nervous?" Mo Chenfeng propped himself up with his elbow and looked down at her.
Chu Xiangxiang blushed and nodded.
"First time?"
Her face turned redder and she nodded again.
"It's my first time too." Mo Chenfeng's voice was like a bomb. Chu Xiangxiang suddenly opened her eyes.
"Surprised?"
"Yes."
Mo Chenfeng revealed a rare warm smile and said, "Do you regret it?"
Regret it?
Chu Xiangxiang asked herself in her heart. At this moment, the inside and outside of the movie seemed to merge into one. She shook her head and said softly, "I don't know what will happen in the future, but I know that I don't regret it."
After that, her eyes lit up and she stared at Mo Chenfeng. Thousands of words, all turned into one sentence. "What about you, do you regret it?"
Mo Chenfeng was in a trance. He should not be in a trance. It was not written in the script, but he was indeed in a trance.
And the director, Mo Yu, also forgot to shout cut!
The light was soft and the fragrance of shampoo floated in the air.
One sentence, one question. It was obviously very simple, but it was hard to speak.
Silence. Silence.
After a while, Mo Chenfeng finally opened his mouth. It was no longer the sound of ice, but a hoarse voice with a meaningful expression. He said, "No matter in the past or in the future, I won't regret it."
Their lips met and the two were entangled on the bed. But when Mo Chenfeng's hand pressed on the belt of the bathrobe, Chu Xiangxiang woke up from her dream and pressed down on his hand. Her voice was soft but firm. "No, no, I'm not ready yet …"
The camera stopped on Mo Chenfeng's face. He was stunned and at a loss. He frowned slightly and finally smiled. "Then I'll give you the time for one song."
"Very good, one take!" Mo Yu shouted.
The staff in the room sighed in relief.
The assistant director asked, "Not a retake? Many of the lines are wrong. "
"It's good that you were wrong." Mo Yu closed his eyes and recalled the scene just now. "That feeling, the feeling of acting is even better than the original work! It was too perfect. With just a few glances and a few words, there was actually so much conflict and so much trouble. What I want is this kind of puzzling and profound scene, because after this, the plot will have a turning point. "
Qin Bao Bao took off his bathrobe, revealing a V-neck low-cut sweater. His trousers were rolled up to his calves, and he dressed up as if he had just come out of the shower. She put on her outer robe, her expression somewhat gloomy.
After acting for so many days, she was deeply immersed in the role of Chu Xiangxiang. To put it simply, she was a little too immersed in the role. He even imagined her to be another Qin Bao Bao.
Why was she depressed? Why was this the turning point of the movie?
In fact, according to the conventions of women's literature, under such circumstances, it was more than enough to omit 500 words if it was not suitable for children. However, there was none here. Chu Xiangxiang had rejected him, and this in itself explained many things. Readers who were familiar with the rhythm of female genre novels would frown and realize that things were not as simple as they seemed.
.....
At this time, the dormitory door was already closed. Fortunately, Chu Xiangxiang's house was very close to the university, and Mo Chenfeng drove her home without turning on the GPS or giving directions. He had sent Chu Xiangxiang several times.
There was a street full of sycamore trees outside Chu Xiangxiang's neighborhood. As usual, Mo Chenfeng parked the car, and the two strolled under the sycamore trees, slowly walking towards the neighborhood.
Mo Chenfeng wore a dark black short jacket, looking cold and silent. Chu Xiangxiang held his arm, and their shadows merged together, elongated by the streetlights.
There was a slight accident today. The two of them were at the entrance of the neighborhood, and Mr. Chu, who had just returned from drinking at his old friend's house, bumped into them.
Chu Xiangxiang let go of Mo Chenfeng's arm in a panic and shouted in panic, "Dad!"
Mr. Chu looked at them for a moment, and was unexpectedly calm. "How long has it been? You look quite handsome, what's your name?"
Mo Chenfeng held Chu Xiangxiang's hand, and said in a voice that sounded like ice cubes hitting each other, "Hello, Uncle. I'm Mo Chenfeng."
The Chu family!
Mo Chenfeng sat on the sofa, and opposite him was Chu Xiangxiang's family of three. The obedient girl snuggled up to her mother, and Mrs. Chu and Mr. Chu looked at Mo Chenfeng, their eyes sharp as if they were merchants choosing goods.
It was said that the more a mother-in-law looked at her son-in-law, the more she liked him. But here, it was the opposite. Mr. Chu liked him more and more, and Mrs. Chu was more and more shocked.
This young man looked very much like an old friend of hers. Very, very similar.
"Your surname is Mo, what does your family do?" Mrs. Chu asked.
"My family runs a company." Mo Chenfeng's tone was calm, without any hint of nervousness.
Mrs. Chu reached for the teacup, and said in a casual tone, but her eyes did not leave him. "What company?"
"Mo Corporation."
Mrs. Chu's hand trembled, and the teacup fell, and the hot tea spread along the coffee table.
"Who is Mo Yinian to you?"
"My father." Mo Chenfeng answered honestly.
Shua!
Mrs. Chu stood up abruptly, and her face was pale. The three of them looked up at her. Mrs. Chu did not explain, and her body swayed a little before she rushed into the room.
Chu Xiangxiang had never seen her mother lose her composure like this, and was at a loss. "Dad, what's wrong with mom?"
Mr. Chu looked at Mo Chenfeng, and seemed to have thought of something. His expression became complicated, and he said, "I'll go in and take a look."
After a few breaths, the emotional voices of Mrs. Chu and Mr. Chu could be heard, mixed with crying.
Mo Chenfeng listened attentively, and vaguely heard a few sentences: "He is Mo Yinian's son", "They can't be together", "What a sin", "Now is not the time to talk about this, let's first ask the children what stage they are at", and other words that he couldn't hear clearly.
Mo Chenfeng's heart sank.
Soon, Mr. Chu came out of the room, and his face was ugly.
Chu Xiangxiang asked, "Dad, what's wrong?"
Mr. Chu sat down and said in a low voice, "Xiangxiang, what stage are you two at?"
Chu Xiangxiang's face turned red, and she did not know how to answer.
Mo Chenfeng went straight to the point. "Uncle, if you have something to say, just say it."
Mr. Chu looked at the ceiling and did not speak for a long time. After a while, he sighed. "Xiangxiang, I have something to tell you. Actually, I'm not your biological father."
A bolt from the blue!
The camera panned to Chu Xiangxiang, and her face was filled with shock, shock, and confusion.
"Dad? What are you talking about? I'm not your biological child? Then whose biological child am I? "
Mr. Chu looked at Mo Chenfeng and said word by word, "He's your half-brother."
Mo Chenfeng felt like he was struck by lightning.
Mr. Chu told the story. Back then, Mrs. Chu and Mr. Mo were lovers, and they promised to be together forever. However, because of the opposition of the man's parents, they broke up.
After they broke up, Mrs. Chu found out that she was pregnant. Mrs. Chu was lucky to have a childhood sweetheart who always loved her, and that was Mr. Chu. Mr. Chu asked her to give birth to the child and raise him as her own.
Mr. Chu said dejectedly, "Originally, you would never know about this."
But fate made fools of people!
"Cut!" The moment Mo Yu shouted cut, everyone present, whether it was the crew or the actors, breathed a sigh of relief.
They shot this scene a total of nine times.
"There will be a crying scene next. Let's try to finish it today," Mo Yu said.
Qin Ze teased, "Why are you crying? Director, can I cry? My sister is best at this … Ouch! "
He was kicked by Qin Bao Bao.
Mo Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he changed his words. "Let's try it first. It depends on CEO Qin's condition. If it doesn't work, we can continue it tomorrow."
For professional actors, crying scenes were not difficult. However, for non-professional actors, they might not be able to cry even if they tried for a long time. Representative: Hold down Bei Bei.
However, crying out loud and crying well were two different things.
Qin Ze's words reminded him. Mo Yu felt that the crying scene next was not very likely to be successful because it was too difficult. Despair, sorrow, and pain of being completely disheartened. Unwillingness that could only be hoped for.
How could Qin Bao Bao understand the despair of "the person you love the most is actually your brother?"
Therefore, they could only test the waters for this scene.
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