Chapter 40 Chapter 40 At least when you are with me, don’t…

But since she was already there, Cen Xue still asked about the inconsistencies in the script.

"...Indeed," Lu Yanxi was a little surprised. Cen Xue was more perceptive than he expected, so he told the truth. "Because this is a castrated version."

To be precise, it was a temporary budget reduction version that was urgently revised after Li Keyi withdrew his investment and left the group.

Apart from retaining the character arc of the protagonist Sheng Tianque, they deleted everything that could be deleted first. Director Liu He was famous for his love of changing the script, and flipping pages on the spot was a routine operation. Therefore, they planned to wait until the official start of filming and then adjust the scenes according to the specific situation.

What we want is a moment of inspiration, a stroke of genius.

After hearing this, Cen Xue asked, "So, am I doing you a big favor?"

Lu Yanxi: "Yes, it definitely counts."

It's not easy to find an actor who suits your taste.

It is even more difficult to find a cheap and satisfactory actor.

Although Cen Xue's salary was much better than the Fu family's contract, it was still slightly lower than the average level in the industry.

Now the only thing left is to solve the funding issue, and the company is still evaluating whether there is any need to follow up.

Because Lu Fengjun always likes to be fair and not partial to his family members, investing in his son is a very normal thing, but in his eyes, it must be avoided. Zhang Yan privately scolded the old man for being hypocritical.

It’s not that there is no solution.

Find another boss to invest money, or...

Lu Yanxi secretly glanced at Cen Xue who was playing with a cat toy with Puff.

If it is in the name of training new people,

That would be perfectly legitimate.

But he didn't want Cen Xue to have anything to do with Lu Fengjun.

Moreover, because Yan Pei was there, Lu Yanxi was even more cautious about this matter, fearing that what if Cen Xue misunderstood and wanted to trap him or threaten him?

Lu Yanxi always habitually treats all problems with the worst-case scenario.

However, perhaps because Cen Xue's praise just now made him feel a little flattered, and gave him more greedy thoughts, Lu Yanxi tried to invite more.

He said, "Would you like to try acting together?"

He has read the entire script and can provide Cen Xue with the greatest convenience.

"OK."

Anyone who has experienced being drawn into a play by Lu Yanxi would find it difficult to resist that smooth and seamless feeling.

In a sense, Lu Yanxi is strong enough, strong enough to be the key and backbone of an entire play. Cen Xue is happy to have the opportunity to improve her acting skills and adjust her condition before joining the crew.

Cen Xue asked, "First reincarnation, first act?"

*

When Sheng Tianque first entered the inn, he sensed something unusual.

This is not an ordinary inn, and the guest who seems to be drinking and having fun is not an ordinary person either, but he just wants to stop here to fill his stomach and has no intention of provoking trouble.

Finding a corner to sit down, Sheng Tianque raised his eyebrows, turned around and pointed behind him!

He was very restrained, after all, he only had one move left.

This move can only slightly injure the enemy, or it can destroy the entire inn, but no matter what, there is only one move and one chance.

Even without using internal force, the gust of wind from one finger could still lift the hair of the person who came.

“……!”

There was a quick gasp of fright, but no other sound.

Sheng Tianque turned around and saw that the uninvited guest, who he had poked at the vital part of the neck, was actually just a teenager.

A boy who can't speak.

He looked extremely flustered, his mouth opening and closing in confusion, and his hands making chaotic movements.

Halfway through, he realized that Sheng Tianque couldn't understand sign language, so he made a gesture of eating noodles.

Like saying: 'Do you want to eat noodles?'

Sheng Tianque's fingertips moved forward a little further, engraved into the unprotected artery in his neck, then moved up along the vein, got stuck under his not-yet-conspicuous Adam's apple, and pressed it.

Sheng Tianque: "Can't speak?"

The boy nodded, and the violent nodding movement squeezed the discomfort in his Adam's apple even deeper, and the coughing sound attracted other waiters.

"He's a mute slave, he can't speak—" the waiter said jokingly, pushing the mute slave behind him, "Is this guest here for a night or to stay overnight?"

*

Lu Yanxi slowly put down her hand.

His nails were smooth and round, looking neat and tidy, but he couldn't help but use a bit of force just now, leaving a temporary red fingerprint on Cen Xue's neck.

There was a flash of surprise in Lu Yanxi's eyes. She didn't expect Cen Xue to be so spiritual.

From sign language to literal gestures, the transitions were natural and the panic was just right, without a trace of stiffness or excessive effort.

Cen Xue stretched her neck. "You're not using a censored version of the script, are you...?"

Lu Yanxi exclaimed: "Yes, but you still went against me."

The castrated version does not have so many preceding plots. Sheng Tianque just looks back vigilantly, and the mute slave is driven away by the waiter before he can finish his sign language.

Even so, Cen Xue did not lose her momentum at all.

This is enough to show that Lu Yanxi's appreciation is not false.

The more this happened, the more Lu Yanxi felt that it was a pity that the original script was deleted. Cen Xue had the opportunity to have more highlights.

A vibration came from the coffee table.

At the same time, they both broke away from the afterglow of their roles and looked at the culprit who ruined the atmosphere.

It’s Cen Xue’s phone.

The phone screen lit up, and the name displayed on the caller screen was... Fu Rouyun.

The flame of mutual admiration that had been rising in her heart was extinguished, and Lu Yanxi's expression turned cold. Cen Xue naturally reached out to take it -

No, it shouldn't be like this.

After just a few calls, he only left me with a silhouette, not even looking at himself.

They were clearly face to face, only two or three steps away, but because of this phone call, they became distant in an instant.

Can't.

At that moment, Lu Yanxi's temperament changed. He became pitiful and lost, like a dog drenched in rain.

The words Cen Xue had used to deliberately provoke and sting him at the teahouse last time still lingered in his ears: "Lu Yanxi, are you also acting for me with this look of suppressed guilt?"

...Now it is.

Lu Yanxi held Cen Xue's hand, and the latter turned around.

“—Don’t answer the phone.”

Well-known for his crying scenes, he has mastered various ways of shedding tears. Controlling the tears half-falling and slightly wetting the corners of the eyes is just the most basic one. At first glance, you would first think that it is a spot of light reflected by the lamp, and then doubt and waver in your heart, wondering whether it is tears or not.

Lu Yanxi pleaded:

"At least don't answer other people's calls when you're with me...at my house, okay?"

They knew very well who this "someone else" was.

Lu Yanxi continued: "Axue, I want to talk to you again——"

Cen Xue withdrew her hand.

Just as he was about to say something, the vibration stopped abruptly.

Puff jumped onto the table, slapped the screen with one paw, and scratched it.

Fu Rouyun's questioning tone could be vaguely heard from the receiver: "Brother? Hello, hello? Are you listening?"

Lu Yanxi: "..."

He decided to put Puff, no, Lu Chenggang, in solitary confinement next time.

Cen Xue was helpless. The call was already connected. What else could she do?

He picked up his phone and walked to the balcony on the other side of the living room.

"Hello?"

Fu Rouyun's voice was still full of energy: "Brother, what took you so long to answer the phone? What are you doing?"

Fu Rouyun had already returned to the Fu family. Cen Xue kept in touch with him, but he was usually the one to initiate the messages and calls, so the frequency was lower than expected.

After all, Cen Xue thought that with how clingy Fu Rouyun was, he would probably do it every morning, noon and evening.

However, in reality, phone calls are made every other day, and messages are counted separately.

Cen Xue suspected that Fu Rouyun was secretly doing something, but he had no evidence.

Hearing this question from the other end of the phone, Cen Xue glanced sideways.

He subconsciously wanted to lie.

Cen Xue opened her mouth and said, "I was just cleaning and my phone was not with me. What's the matter with you calling me so late?"

In fact, this is indeed what happened.