Chapter 34 Half-ripe mulberries "I'll come to you now, okay?"...

That night, some thoughts had sprouted up, but after Sangfu woke up, they quietly retreated and disappeared in a flash.

People are always more sentimental at night, and Sanfu is no exception, but when she woke up in the morning, she provided a very convincing answer to last night's question.

The premise she gave was wrong. The relationship between Zhuang Mowen and her was very special. They were not a couple in the traditional sense, so there was no need to substitute those misled possibilities.

After washing up, Sheng Weiyao rushed to Jiada University. Sang Fu changed her clothes neatly and went straight to the crew.

Despite the howling winter wind, the streets remain busy, their pace unabated. Lincheng, a bustling metropolis of tall buildings and constant traffic, offers no reason for the vast majority of residents to stop.

After parking the car and getting out, Sang Fu met Siming who had just arrived.

"Good morning." He was the first to notice Sang Fu and greeted her from a distance with a nonchalant smile.

"Good morning."

Sang Fu glanced sideways at the man who got out of the driver's seat and paused.

He looked unfamiliar, obviously not the one who scratched her car last time and was still making excuses.

I don’t know when it started, but Siming’s driver was replaced.

This time they were filming the plot point of hiding a corpse and discovering clues. The scene was halfway up a mountain in the suburbs. Sang Fu put away her phone and climbed up step by step.

There was some noise behind me, it must be Siming coming up.

Sang Fu's physical condition was average to begin with, and her luggage was heavy in winter. After climbing for about ten minutes, even though it was all stone steps, she had to stop and catch her breath.

There was a route map sent in advance in the group. The next step was a bit off the beaten path, but there was only a short distance left. Sangfu took a short rest and continued to walk upwards.

Several more staff members climbed up one after another. Sang Fu listened to what they were talking about with Siming. There was a girl who couldn't get a word in, so she quickened her pace and walked with Sang Fu.

The climate is relatively dry in winter, and the mountains are covered with dead branches and rotten leaves, which make crisp sounds when stepped on.

There was a high slope ahead. The girl, who was recruited from the extras, muttered, "What kind of place is this?"

Seeing this, several men behind him rubbed their hands, all thinking of being a hero and saving the beautiful girl: "It's hard to get up here, otherwise, wait for us to get up first, and then we'll pull you up..."

Before he could finish his words, a slender figure passed by them.

In a few seconds, Sangfu had climbed up. She brushed off the dust on the corner of her clothes, turned around and said to the girl who was still standing there in a daze, "Step here and hold on to the tree roots here. It will be easy to climb up."

The girl finally came to her senses: "Oh, okay, I'm coming."

When the girls went up, Sangfu did not move. She still stood on the high ground and looked down at them, with a very calm expression on her face.

"Do you need a hand?"

For some unknown reason, the few people who were so excited just now fell silent.

As they were silent, one of the brothers was suddenly bumped on the shoulder and stumbled. He turned around and saw Siming, who had been silent the whole time, squeeze out from behind them with his hand raised, "I want it, I want it."

“…”

"Come and help me."

Several people watched Sang Fu hand her hand to Siming. In the blink of an eye, Siming took a step with his long legs and went up lightly.

He also patted his clothes and sighed: "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome."

“…”

In fact, among the few people just now, only Siming was the tallest and thinnest. In contrast, they were bulky. After the three people in front walked away, they looked at each other, used their hands and feet, and climbed up covered in dust.

…

When Sang Fu arrived, some of the crew members had already arrived. Everyone was busy at their respective positions, doing their job in an orderly manner.

She likes this kind of orderliness very much, which makes her feel safe.

The crew in charge of filming set up each camera, and the actors raced against time outside the camera to familiarize themselves with the lines and find the feeling of the play.

The director and the actors of this scene were discussing the play together. They only had half a day to shoot here, and they would move to another location in the afternoon to shoot until the evening, so time was extremely tight.

"Xiao Ma, your emotions are very important. The highlight of this scene is all on you. Your rhythm determines the excellence of the entire scene. You must grasp it well."

Xiao Ma held the script and nodded.

The filming was about to begin. The director gave the final call and was about to call on all departments to prepare, but at this moment he heard a voice: "Director, you are confused. The highlight of this scene is the female lead."

The expressions of the people around him changed subtly.

Even the leading female character, Qianqian, looked at Sangfu in disbelief.

The director paused, turned around, and smiled at Sang Fu. "Ms. Sang, I forgot to tell you, this is an adjustment made for the sake of plot rationality."

Because Sang Fu was a little famous, everyone was always polite to her. Although she would occasionally feel a little strange, at least on the surface, everyone was fine with it.

Sanfu said quietly, "In my book, there is only one protagonist, no male protagonist."

However, novels do not divide the character levels as clearly as movies and TV series. After being adapted into TV series, the male character with the most screen time naturally becomes the male lead, which Sang Fu also thinks is reasonable.

"You're actually undermining the rationality of the plot."

Sang Fu said that the director was about the same age as Sang Cheng. She used a respectful title, but there was no fear or hesitation in her expression.

Since he wanted to tell the story, she also told the story.

"In this story, the heroine was the only one who followed the case closely throughout, so she was able to piece together the entire crime process based on this key clue. You gave the hero the role of discovering the clue, which is understandable, but it only makes sense that the heroine should be the one to unearth the entire process."

This is the highlight of the whole book. Sanfu cannot give in and just transfer it to another person.

Most people in this crew have their own ulterior motives. The director has been the leader for so long that almost no one in the crew dares to go against his wishes.

But his expression didn't change, and he continued to smile. "Ms. Sang, you're an amazing writer, and you've made a name for yourself at such a young age. I admire you very much, but I've also been in the entertainment industry for decades. You don't understand the situation in the film and television industry. My changes are necessary, do you understand?"

In front of everyone, he wanted to send her off with just a few words as a senior.

Sheng Weiyao once said that rich experience is a person's charm, just like Zhuang Mowen, his experience makes him calm, tolerant, and polite in dealing with people.

But not everyone is Zhuang Mowen.

When experience becomes the basis for bullying others, it immediately becomes boring.

Very strange.

It seems that everyone here thinks she is easy to talk to.

"I don't understand." replied Sanfu.

Everyone had different thoughts and their eyes were on Sang Fu.

She was really thin, with a small head and face. The wind was strong in the mountains and everyone was afraid that she would be blown away. But she insisted on staying with the crew every day for so many days and never asked them to take care of her in the slightest.

And those eyes, the lines were very soft, just like the feeling that Sangfu usually gave them, although a little cold, but most of the time gentle and approachable.

However, when those eyes stared at people, the pupils appeared particularly dark, and carried a stubbornness and determination that they usually did not notice, which slightly shocked their hearts.

During a brief pause, they heard Sanfu speak clearly:

"But the contract I signed clearly states in black and white that I have full rights to adapt the film."

"So anyway," she said, "I don't agree with the changes here."

…

It was getting dark, and there was not a single star or moon in the endless night sky.

Sang Fu took her bag and walked out, but the leading actress Qianqian suddenly called her.

"Teacher Sang."

Sanfu turned around.

She was helpless. Qianqian was a few years older than her, but she always liked to call her teacher.

"Are you leaving now?"

She nodded.

"Would you like to go get a midnight snack together?"

In fact, they haven't had dinner yet since the filming began.

Sanfu said: "No, I want to go back and rest first."

Qianqian said, "Okay."

The assistant was calling her from a distance. She picked up her things and answered, then walked away for two steps and came back. When no one was around, she said to her, "Thank you."

Compared to the somewhat powerful Xiao Ma, she is just a newcomer who has been in the circle for less than two years. This is her first time to get the leading role. Many times, she cannot refuse the director's arrangement.

Therefore, she admired Sanfu very much and was grateful to her for allowing her to have the highlight role she deserved.

Sanfu accepted it, smiled and said, "You're welcome."

Qianqian left, and someone else followed. Sang Fu tilted her head and glanced at Siming: "It seems we are going in different directions."

Siming walked beside her and spoke to himself, "You, how could you be so impulsive? Don't you know to talk to someone where no one is around?"

Sang Fu was in no mood to talk to him right now, but she knew that even though Siming was watching and didn't express his opinion, as the person with the most say in the entire crew, if he wanted to, he could ignore the so-called contract and favor anyone.

She is not afraid, but the situation will indeed be much more troublesome.

"Do you think the director will give me time to pull him aside and talk?"

"Anyway, you've really opened my eyes today," Siming shrugged. "Do you want to go eat?"

Why are all of them looking for her to have dinner?

Sang Fu saw her car and said the same two words: "No."

…

After returning to the hotel, Sang Fu didn't eat, take a shower, or write any code. She didn't do anything. She just took off her coat as soon as she entered the room and lay down on the bed, not caring whether she was clean or not.

The phone dinged.

After several seconds, she turned over, lay down and opened her phone. Zhuang Mowen: [Picture]

Sang Fu looked at the name for a long time, until her vision became blurry and the screen went dark, about to shut down in front of her. Only then did she move her finger and click on it.

It's a headshot of a first-grade student.

She finally regained some spirit in her eyes, and half-raised herself to edit: [Anything else?]

Not long after I sent it, I received a reply from Zhuang Mowen: [Additional amounts will be charged.]

Sanfu: What's the price?

There was a long pause, as if he was thinking about her question. After a while, Zhuang Mowen replied: [A meal.]

Here we go again.

Sangfu is overwhelmed.

She didn't reply for a long time. Suddenly, her phone vibrated. Her palm felt numb. Sang Fu looked at the familiar name and answered the call.

She turned over again, lying down, with the phone to her ear.

"Is it okay?" he asked.

The room was well soundproofed, and the noise outside the window was inaudible. It was exceptionally quiet. Zhuang Mowen's voice rang in his ears without a trace of hesitation, as if it was specifically for this question.

Sanfu looked at the ceiling and said, "But I'm not hungry."

"Any time."

She hummed, lowered her eyelashes, and there was a muffled tone in her voice that she herself didn't even notice.

"Not very appetizing."

Compared to the quietness of her environment, there was a faint sound of traffic on Zhuang Mowen's side. She didn't know where he was at this time. Usually he should be at home.

After Sangfu said this, both of them fell silent.

She changed her position unbearably, turning sideways, her ear against the soft quilt, turning on the hands-free mode, and his breathing was slow.

Sang Fu waited for a while, guessing that he had nothing to say. She was about to say, "Then I'll hang up," but before she could utter the four words, Zhuang Mowen called her:

"Sanfu."

"Hmm." It sounded light and low, as if squeezed out from the throat.

"Are you at the hotel?"

"exist."

Zhuang Mowen asked several questions in a row, as if he had noticed something, but he didn't say anything more.

He just continued:

"I'll come find you now, okay?"

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The author has something to say: Xiao Fu, who is engaged in business, is extremely charming [hug] Behind every successful woman there is a man

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