I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

Chapter 80 078 You are not a soldier, are you?

Chapter 80 078. You are not a military king, are you?

"...There will be no meeting tonight, Xiao Wei, please tell everyone not to wait any longer."

Looking at Xu Xin's sleepy look, Zhang Yimou gave an order when he was about to arrive at the hotel.

"All the actors here are due tomorrow. I have nothing to do in the morning. Let's schedule the meeting until the morning."

"Okay, director."

After Wei Lanfang nodded in agreement, Zhang Yimou suddenly turned his head and glanced at Yang Mi, who Xu Xin regarded as "relying on":

"Xiao Yang."

"……ah?"

Yang Mi was a little nervous instinctively.

"Tomorrow morning, you contact Xiao Shen. Xiao Shen~"

"Director, tell me."

Assistant Shen, the co-pilot, responded quickly.

Zhang Yimou pointed at Yang Mi:

"Find her a costume tomorrow, and let her try it on with the apothecary maids who are following Li Man."

"Okay, Director Zhang, I understand."

Assistant Shen nodded, and Zhang Yimou said nothing more, and the carriage fell into silence again.

…

International Trade Building.

Xu Xin, who had been sleeping soundly all the way, was woken up by the sound of the door opening after parking.

The first reaction was to wipe his mouth and look out the window in a daze:

"arrive?"

"We're here, get off the car."

Hearing Wei Lanfang's words, Xu Xin nodded and rushed down.

He was sitting in the middle seat in the back row. If he didn't get off first, Sister Wei wouldn't be able to get off...

But when my feet hit the ground, I suddenly remembered... Oh, yes, there was a Yang Mi in the car.

He quickly turned around and helped Wei Lanfang, who was following him, out of the car. Then he saw the girl's pale face.

"...?"

Xu Xin was a little puzzled.

Why is your face so white?

But he still reached out his hand to help her.

There is no ambiguity, dodging or anything like that. Yang Mi really needs his support now.

After extending his hand, Xu Xin shook it and immediately noticed something was wrong.

Why are your hands so wet?

Are your hands sweaty?

He helped her go down in confusion, but as soon as Yang Mi came down, Xu Xin felt the hand holding him tighten suddenly.

"...Are you okay?"

"without……"

And just as he was talking, people in the next few cars also got out.

Yang Mi heard the commotion and quickly pushed Xu Xin to get out of the way so as not to block the door.

Everyone has been tired for a long day, especially big guys like Fa Ge. Although they are just standing at the door without blocking it, it won't be worth it if someone else makes them feel uncomfortable.

But she forgot that the two of them had just let go of their hands.

Naturally, it was also seen by many people.

Including people in hotel lobbies.

Xu Xin was fine. He was a member of the Olympic team. There was almost no possibility of communication with him from the director's and actors' team.

Everyone just needs to know that they are "one of our own", but there is no need to be particularly polite to anyone.

That's not how friendship comes about.

What's more, after several hours of filming, even if it was a test shoot, it was too much trouble to put on those clothes. Zhou Renfa and Gong Li both seemed a little exhausted. After getting off the car, they lowered their heads and walked back to the hotel.

As for Zhang Yimou, he was the first to enter the hotel.

Because he doesn't get in, it's really hard for actors to get in...

There are some default rules that everyone must abide by.

Anyway, today’s work is done, we can talk about anything tomorrow.

Oh yes, before leaving, he took away Xu Xin's picture.

Xu Xin, who had been sleeping all the way, woke up and wanted to smoke a cigarette. He simply took a few steps back and came to the trash can to watch some people, including Wei Lanfang, enter the hotel.

It wasn't until they were almost gone that he looked at the girl standing next to him and asked:

"I see your palms are very sweaty... Is it from Diaowei Ya today?"

"……Um."

Yang Mi nodded, but said nothing about this aspect.

Instead, he said with a strange tone:

"Just now...when you were asleep, Director Zhang and Assistant Shen said...that I should go to the audition tomorrow morning."

When Xu Xin heard this, his first reaction was:

"Are you filming tomorrow?"

"If I don't shoot, there will still be stunts and action scenes tomorrow. I have finished shooting today, so I can at least take a day or two off."

"Then give it a try. Being able to star in Director Zhang's play should be of great help to you, right?"

Following her words, Xu Xin said:

"As long as you can be remembered in this drama, you will definitely gain more attention. What a great opportunity, you have to seize it."

"..."

After hearing this, Yang Mi fell silent.

He didn't look at Xu Xin, but looked at the cigarettes on the trash can for a while, and then suddenly asked:

"what are you thinking?"

"What?"

Xu Xin, who was smoking, didn't understand what she meant.

Then he saw the girl raised her head and looked directly at herself:

"You saw me off at noon that day. Actually, you were going to Director Zhang's place at first?"

"When?"

"What do you think? On school day!"

"Hmm...how do you know?"

"..."

There was no showoff or other emotions in the eyes of the boy in front of me, just curiosity and wonder.

She did not answer directly, but suddenly said:

"Then why didn't you tell me? ...What if you are delayed? I can take a taxi myself!"

"There's no rush over there."

"..."

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, Xu Xin shrugged indifferently:

"Tell me, Teacher Yu didn't tell me that he was going to see Director Zhang, he simply called me over. And it seems that your matter is more urgent, so I'll see you off first... Why bother with such a trivial matter?"

"...Is this still a small matter?"

The girl's tone became more and more incomprehensible.

Xu Xin nodded:

"Yes, Teacher Yu just called me over at that time. He didn't sound very urgent and asked me to drive slowly. So, this is not an urgent matter for me. And for you, what kind of picture do you have? Isn’t it particularly important, are you particularly anxious? I’ll definitely ask you to come first.”

"...Are you so nice to everyone?"

Hearing his extremely "unreliable" words, Yang Mi suddenly felt angry in her heart.

Can't send it out.

But there was something in this fire that was angry for him, a little aggrieved for no reason, and even very scary when he saw his casual mood.

She is really afraid...

Afraid that he would do this to everyone.

Not next to the others.

Because...she has seen too many people and things in the crew who were cheated with blood on their faces because of this kind of kindness.

at the same time……

She felt that at this moment... or today, she knew that these few times seemed ordinary on the surface, but inside it was something that affected her own choices about selfishness, future, and even destiny. For no reason, she felt a little... self-abasement……

Why are you so nice to me?

If you...if you want...that, just say it, okay...

Can you please stop being silent and doing such touching things?

How can I be so virtuous?

Director Zhang wants to see you, why don't you fly there quickly, instead of walking with me from school to Chaoyang District because of this big shit?

You did this kind of thing... Not to mention showing off, at least tell me and let me know how good you are to me, okay?

Don’t pay silently! If I hadn't heard about this from Sister Wei today, I would have known how much I delayed you that day.

You lacked some great virtue in your last life, and you ended up with such a sin like me...

To be honest, Yang Mi's mood has never been as complicated as it is now.

In one afternoon, whether it was the treatment I received from the crew or being remembered by Zhang Yimou, I might have to play a prominent role in a super big production... or... although I don't know if I will be selected later. , but it was used as inspiration, providing an idea for the Olympic Games...

These honors, luck, and even status...

Everything may have changed this afternoon.

And in the final analysis, the most essential reason for all changes is the person in front of him.

The one who was looking at him in astonishment.

Then, she saw this hateful guy in front of her, and the shock in her eyes turned into a smile:

"Isn't it good?"

"...What's so good about it?"

She became more and more speechless.

But Xu Xin asked:

"Hey, have you heard that sentence? Who doesn't want to eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year?"

"You mean I got lucky?"

"No no no."

Shaking his head, he took one last puff of the remaining cigarette, and after a line of smoke emerged, he said:

"We are comparing ourselves to each other, right? If you treat me to Yuanxiao, I'll treat you to dumplings... Let's go. I'll probably have a meeting tomorrow morning, so go get some rest."

He put out the cigarette butt and pursed his lips:

"gone."

Looking at the girl in front of me who came over to give Lantern Festivals to her when she got up early in the morning after knowing that she was alone on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month...

Although her eyes were still a little ridiculous and speechless, Xu Xin didn't plan to say more.

But he was right about one thing.

People are all comparing their hearts to their hearts.

not to mention……

Who makes you beautiful?

Then after taking two steps, I suddenly heard the girl's stamping feet:

"Xu Xin! You are annoying!"

"Haha~"

Xu Xin was happy, turned around and urged:

"Leave quickly."

"...Well, please help me carry my bag. My back hurts~"

"good."

She turned around and picked up her schoolbag...

Good guy, quite heavy.

At the same time, he did not forget to say:

"Buy a plaster for your back pain. Did you get it from Diaowei Ya today?"

"Um."

Still not mentioning the bandage around her waist, she nodded and followed him next to her as she walked into the hotel.

Just after passing the automatic sensor door and entering the hotel lobby, she suddenly heard a voice:

"Mimi?"

"...?"

Instinctively looking towards the source of the sound, Huang Xiaoming and his agent were standing up from the waiting sofas in the hotel and walking this way.

With a smile on his face:

"What are you doing?"

Huang Xiaoming looked completely surprised. The smile on his face was one part friendly, one part sunny, and the last two parts was the joy of reunion.

"..."

Perhaps, the girl sometimes seemed to be mentally retarded in front of Xu Xin.

But that doesn't mean she's stupid.

Almost in the blink of an eye, she guessed what was going on.

Then a friendly smile appeared on his face:

"Brother, why are you here?"

After saying that, she turned her face and said to Xu Xin:

"Xu Xin, this is our senior brother, senior brother Huang Xiaoming from Class 96."

Xu Xin was standing on her right side.

After she turned her face, while speaking, she controlled Qiongbi's right eye that blocked Huang Xiaoming's sight, and blinked at Xu Xin twice quickly.

She knew that he would understand what she meant.

So, Xu Xin stepped forward politely and politely:

"Hello, senior brother."

He stretched out his hand to shake hands, but did not bend down.

Instead, use the action of walking to put yourself in a position where you can politely bend down at any time, but you can also not bend.

Then……

Huang Xiaoming held it with one hand, but he bent forward and made a forward movement.

In an instant, Xu Xin's other hand came up and changed from one hand to two hands.

Showed respect to the senior brother.

Hands shaking hands.

The moment he saw his action, Huang Xiaoming put his left hand on the elbow of Xu Xin's right arm to express his politeness.

Pass this handshake test.

Both Xu Xin and Yang Mi already knew why the other person was "here".

Xu Xin, who knew everything, continued to introduce himself:

"I'm Xu Xin, nice to meet you."

Even shaking hands with "you", Huang Xiaoming quickly shook his head humbly:

"No, no, no, no, junior brother. We are all from our alma mater. We are a family. It's too polite to say that... I just came back here. Junior brother, you are here because..."

"Learn something from Director Zhang's crew."

Xu Xin seemed very humble and reported his "job" very honestly.

Huang Xiaoming immediately looked astonished, and then asked in a very sunny "I'm happy for you" tone:

"Director Zhang Yimou's crew? Yes! Junior brother, that's awesome!"

"Senior brother, you are too polite..."

"Hey, I told you, don't be so polite. Farewell, yours, we are all in the same grade, so don't be so different. Mimi, are you okay with your strangulation today? I heard the strangulation was quite severe? Did you buy some medicine? without?"

After chatting intimately with Xu Xin for a few words, he suddenly looked at Yang Mi and asked.

Xu Xin was stunned, but Yang Mi quickly said:

"It's okay, senior brother..."

But before she finished speaking, Huang Xiaoming immediately said with an expression like "Why are you so polite to me?"

"Don't be okay. Why are you pretending to be with me, senior brother? I know how rough those props are... No, my skin was also strangled on the back... I just bought the Baiduobang here, you can take it Bottles. I also have to send a few bottles to other people in our school. This thing will heal the wound quickly and leave no scars."

As he said that, the agent behind him immediately handed over a plastic bag.

It was quite full, and Huang Xiaoming personally took out a rectangular medicine box, a bottle of iodine, and a pack of gauze.

"ah?"

When Yang Mi saw it, she quickly showed a grateful expression:

"Senior brother, thank you so much."

"Hahaha, isn't it my duty to take care of you? Let's go? The others haven't been sent yet. If it's a little later, it won't be good for everyone to rest."

Hearing this, Yang Mi nodded:

"Senior brother, you are so considerate...your girlfriend will be extremely happy from now on~"

The smell of cigarette in Xu Xin's mouth suddenly turned into the smell of tea.

But there was also a smile on his face.

After walking into the elevator together, Huang Xiaoming asked:

"Junior brother, is there a lot of pressure in Director Zhang's crew?"

"Pretty big."

"...How did you and Mimi meet?"

"We are in the same class."

"...Same class!? Are they both freshmen?"

Huang Xiaoming was stunned.

But the agent standing next to him had a cautious look in his eyes.

Freshman year?

Joined the crew of director Zhang Yimou as a freshman?

This young man...

What's the origin?

Huang Xiaoming obviously had the same idea as him, but he grasped the topic at just the right size and nodded:

"Then this experience is so valuable. If you follow Zhang Daoyan's teachings, you will definitely learn a lot...Junior brother, you have no idea how much higher you are than others from your starting point."

"Yes, so now I work hard to learn things..."

Ding~

The 5th floor has arrived.

"Senior brother, Xu Xin...I'll leave first."

Yang Mi walked out of the elevator with the medicine and waved her hand:

"Thank you, senior brother, for the medicine~"

"You're welcome, go to bed early."

The elevator door slowly closed, and Huang Xiaoming suddenly became a little gossipy, his expression full of curiosity:

"Junior brother... don't blame senior brother for gossiping, the main reason is curiosity... you and Mimi..."

Xu Xin immediately showed an embarrassed look on his face.

"We... are good friends..."

He told the truth.

But the expression on his face seemed to say clearly, "We have a story."

Then, the sixth floor arrived.

Huang Xiaoming, who understood but said nothing, nodded:

"Brother, cheer for you! Haha~"

"...Hey, goodbye, senior brother."

"Yeah, let's have dinner together some other time."

"OK."

The elevator doors are closed.

In less than ten seconds, Xu Xin's phone vibrated.

Sent by Yang Mi:

"I heard you two making a dinner date."

"?How did you hear that?"

"It's in the safety passage. After I got out of the elevator, I walked towards the safety passage. When I opened the door, I heard the words "Let's eat together some other time."

By the time she replied to this message, Xu Xin had already walked to the door of the room.

After swiping his card to enter the house, he replied:

"It's a pity that you don't want to be a spy."

"Don't tell me you couldn't guess why he was here."

"I can guess...but I can't figure out why Wang Haihu is such a sieve that leaks air everywhere?"

"It's not airtight, where can he get any benefits? Knowing that you are on Director Zhang's crew, do you think it's not worth a red envelope to meet and get to know each other? I'm going to take a shower first. The time may be slower this time. You Wait for me?"

"wait."

"Not lying?"

"Chinese people don't lie to Chinese people."

"What's the meaning?"

"...Go quickly, I'll take a shower too."

Putting down his cell phone, he walked into the bathroom and took a shower. When he came back, Xu Xin thought about it and decided to stay away from the hypnosis channel CCTV5.

I turned on the TV and switched to CCTV3, and "The Same Song" happened to be playing on the TV.

Inside, a group of backup dancers wearing fur jackets and fur hats were performing Yangko enthusiastically on the stage, and in the middle was a singer with glasses singing:

"My home is in the northeast, on the Songhua River~"

He turned down the volume and opened the script of "Wulin Gaiden".

After watching it for about half an hour, finally, the phone vibrated:

"have you slept?"

"No. I'm reading the script."

"From "Golden Armor"?"

"No, the script written by director Shang Jing that I took you to see that day was a sitcom."

"...? Do you want to join the group?"

"No, I want to invest."

"?"

A big question mark was sent over.

"What's wrong?"

"Xu Xin, can I make a suggestion to you?"

"Just tell me."

"Can you please stop exposing things unintentionally all the time?"

"For example?"

"For example, you suddenly became a member of the Olympic creative team, for example, you suddenly joined Director Zhang's crew, for example, you suddenly inserted me into the crew of "Golden Armor", and for example... you suddenly became an investor people."

"The use of parallelism is good."

"I'm going to be honest with you, why are you like the male protagonist of the online novel I read, always coming up with something surprising. It's like you come back from the special forces and work as a security guard."

Seeing this metaphor, Xu Xin was a little puzzled.

The special forces come back to work as security guards?

What's the meaning?

To be able to join the special forces, you need to be an officer at least in terms of job title, right?

When you change jobs and return to another place, you will definitely be assigned a job, most of which will be in the WJ department.

Become a security guard?

What kind of novel is this?

So, he replied:

"I don't understand your weird metaphor, but I'm not lying, I do want to invest in this sitcom."

"The kind from "Family With Children"?"

"No, it's a sitcom with costumed martial arts chapters."

"..."

5th Floor.

Lying on the bed with her lower back covered with iodine, the wound looked rather ferocious. Yang Mi was speechless and ridiculous at first, but then a worry appeared in her eyes:

"You won't be deceived, right? The sitcom is based on the laughter of modern urban fashion trends. Filming an ancient sitcom? Who will watch it?"

After sending the message, she glanced at her sleeping roommate next to her, put down her phone and tiptoed into the bathroom again.

Ignoring the white body in the mirror... Anyway, after seeing it for so many years, I have long been used to it.

Do not care.

Wearing only a pair of small cotton pants, she turned around and saw the fleshy flesh on her lower back.

It won't really leave a scar, will it?

She was a little worried, and then opened the box of Baiduobang.

He took the instruction manual and looked at it. After confirming that it was restoring the effect of abrasions and wounds, he squeezed out some and wiped it towards the lower back with his backhand.

A painful chill quickly enveloped the lower back.

She was suddenly startled...

So cold? ...I still have relatives here...

But she could tell which one was more important than relatives or scars.

Let it be cool.

After squeezing out a little more, she turned to look at her back. After applying it with her hands inside and outside, she felt the coolness on her back and the smell of medicine. She took out the gauze again and carefully wrapped it around her waist. After wrapping it around for a few times, I washed my hands and left the house.

First I found a small vest in the dark and put it on, then I couldn’t wait to pick up my phone:

"This script is quite interesting. It's a pity that I can't show it to you yet, but I did decide to vote for it."

"How's your injury?"

Seeing these two pieces of information, Yang Mi hesitated for a moment and replied:

"It's okay. There's just some redness and swelling from the strangulation. It will go away after you sleep tomorrow. Don't worry about me."

After sending this message, she thought about it, clicked on a new message, and edited:

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity."

But after typing, looking at this line of text, she felt it was inappropriate.

All deleted.

Changed one:

"You're so good to me"

Nope either.

delete.

"Don't be so nice to me, act like you like me."

Not to mention...what are you talking about!

delete!

"You are so good to me, just in case I like you"

delete!

She struggled for a long time, and even ignored why the other party didn't reply to her messages.

And just when he was frowning and thinking, suddenly, his phone vibrated "buzzing, buzzing" several times in succession.

She quickly opened it and took a look:

"Actually, I could see it when I got off the car today. You should be in quite a lot of pain. But I didn't have time to ask. Plus, I'm not a doctor, so there's nothing I can do about it. I'd like to thank Huang Xiaoming here. Don't worry about anything else. People are the best. At least care about people. Then when"

"It's getting late. You should go to bed early. Assistant Shen will ask you for an audition tomorrow. I have to tell you. The scale of this crew is a bit big, not in terms of filming scale, but in terms of service. The female characters are The clothes are all low-cut, a bit like medieval Western style.”

"Fang's corset style, I don't know if this is Director Zhang's request or someone else's bad taste to gain attention, but it is true that women's clothes are cut very low on the chest. I can't say something very appropriate. , in terms of body proportions, you probably don’t account for much.”

"Advantage. So calm down. After all, I just suggested to Director Zhang. Whether to use it or not will not affect Director Zhang's judgment, so if you don't choose it, don't be disappointed. I will give you a vaccination first."

Four in total.

Due to the 80-character limit for short messages, this long message appears somewhat fragmented.

Yang Mi read it over and over again, and immediately understood what he meant.

His eyebrows instantly knitted together.

What's the meaning?

Low-cut top?

Am I not at an advantage?

? ? ?

With eyes filled with absurdity, she got out of bed and tiptoed into the bathroom again.

Under the light, she looked at herself in a vest...

Indeed, she is not the kind of person who stands out.

And in addition, her dressing style is very conservative... Who asked her father to be a policeman? The concept she has been instilled in her since she was a child is that "bad people are flies, they are everywhere, but smelly meat is far less likely to be bitten by flies." Much better than good meat that will put itself in a plastic bag."

Although the words are a bit rough, the truth cannot be false.

Having been a people's policeman all his life, my father knows very well what kind of people are most likely to be targeted by bad guys when girls go out.

Therefore, baggy clothes are her choice on weekdays.

But……

Thinking back to the words "you don't have the advantage" in the text message.

She lifted her vest.

"Are you kidding me?"

Looking at her peach-faced self in the mirror, the girl's eyes were filled with absurdity.

The words “dress to look thinner” and “take off clothes to look fatter” were born for me.

You actually said I don’t have the upper hand?

Who do you look down on?

I'm afraid of scaring you to death, okay?

When she thought of this, she became even more angry, picked up her phone and crackled back:

"How did you know that I have a bad figure? Last time I danced for you, your eyes were straight. You thought I didn't see it?"