Chapter 12 Chapter 12 "Does your sister look like you?" Lou Ye...
Ming Le pulled it nonchalantly. He was wearing a casual T-shirt, nothing much to take care of. "You don't have to go with me. We still have a few scenes to perform. We need to make sure we have plenty of energy."
Director Cheng knew him and had greeted him before he came.
All right.
After leaving the rest shed, Mingle looked back and became more and more dissatisfied. He had to give some suggestions.
It's so hot, not to mention the actors, isn't the director afraid that the other crew members will faint from the heat? Wouldn't that delay the filming process?
"Young Master Ming, the coffee you ordered for everyone has arrived, and the car is parked outside." Geng Zhao saw Ming Le finally come out and ran over to say.
Although they had chatted on WeChat, Geng Zhao guessed that the other party should be young because of his love of sending emoticons and speaking style, but he did not expect that this Young Master Ming was still a high school student.
She looks so young, and seems to be even younger than what Brother Lou said.
"Drive the car in. I'll get a few people to help you distribute the things. Tell them Lou Ye is treating everyone and wants to thank everyone for their care during this time." Ming Le said, "I'll go to Director Cheng first."
Geng Zhao nodded. Mingle was young, but he was very thoughtful in his work.
How lucky is Brother Lou to meet a rich young master who is so willing to support him?
Really envious.
As a result, the entire crew finally stopped eating the same pig food for dinner. The team of chefs brought by Mingle were both professional and efficient.
Not only is the presentation impeccable, but the taste is also exquisite.
Not only the eight major cuisines are included, but also Western food, Japanese fresh food, and various exquisite pastries and snacks.
All of a sudden, the crew was as lively as New Year's Day.
"Brother Lou's handiwork is truly generous. We are in for a treat."
"He's so low-key, it turns out he's a very talented person."
"But where did you hire these chefs? They're even better than those in high-end hotels where the average cost per person is several thousand. I almost want to lick the plate."
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Director Cheng had heard the noise outside a long time ago, and Mingle, who was sitting opposite him, was also absent-minded.
He is actually not a greedy person. During the filming, he just eats a few bites when he is busy with work. But now he really wants to try what the food made by the chef from the Ming family tastes like?
"Director Cheng, did you listen to me?" Ming Le knocked on the table with a somewhat dissatisfied tone.
"You have such a good reputation, why is the crew treating you so poorly? Not only did they not arrange RVs for the main actors, but even the lounge was a makeshift green shed. There was no air conditioning either. I stayed in there for half an hour and got a heat rash all over my body." He stretched out his arm to show people, and there were indeed a few obvious red spots.
Ming Le scratched his itchy leg. His skin was white, so any redness or blueness was particularly obvious and looked quite scary.
Cheng Liang didn't understand what this ancestor's sudden visit was about. He put down his teacup and said, "Young Master, we only have so much money. A TV series can't just be shot and then finished. Costumes, editing, and special effects all cost money."
He looked at Mingle's increasingly dark face and tentatively raised two fingers: "We can definitely save money in other places. How about asking Mr. Shu to invest another 20 million?"
Ming Le glared at him. How could the director be so shameless? His uncle was the biggest investor in this drama, and he wanted to invest another 20 million?
You wish.
"Besides, the big names have their own RVs, like Song Jing and Su Cheng. The smaller ones don't have the qualifications to ask the crew to arrange for them. What about Lou Ye now..."
His position is very awkward. Although he is the second male lead, he is essentially a newcomer, and was brought in by Mr. Shu.
If it weren't for the fact that Lou Ye had good acting skills, could grasp things quickly, and was willing to work hard while filming, and that he would definitely be a good candidate for the big screen in the future, he would definitely have asked that old fox Shu Yuquan to invest 20 million before he would be willing to take him on.
Forget it, let’s just leave it at that.
"Forget about the RV. How much does an air conditioner cost? Lou Ye is not the only one. There are others as well..." Ming Le saw Director Cheng pull out a large palm-leaf fan from somewhere and waved it in his hand.
He looked at Mingle with a leisurely look, truly a young master who was ignorant of the sufferings of the world.
…
Mingle's words got stuck in his throat and he shut up silently.
"Okay, okay, I won't talk to you anymore." Ming Le didn't want to stay even a second longer. It would be better for him to figure out a solution on his own than to negotiate with the director.
Cheng Liang was waiting for him to say this. After staying in the studio for so long, he was a little hungry.
"Master Ming, I think the bites on your hands and legs don't look like they were caused by heat, but rather mosquito bites. Go back and apply some toilet water and it should be fine."
Mingle ignored him, scratched his leg and walked out.
What the hell is toilet water? I'll ask Lou Ye later.
There was no reason to stay outside. His mother set a curfew for him at 10 o'clock in the evening. It was not too late now, so Mingle strolled to the shooting site.
It was Lou Ye's role, a martial arts scene that required wire suspension.
"Young Master Ming, have you finished talking with the director?" Geng Zhao came over, holding water and a towel in his hands, ready to help at any time.
Mingle hummed.
He looked at Lou Ye who was in mid-air. He looked so heroic and worthy of being his male god.
The wire slowly descended, the blower on the ground blew, and Lou Ye's clothes danced in the wind, his movements smooth and beautiful.
However, Mingle feels that being an actor is also very hard.
He had just taken a walk around the crew and knew that all actors had to undergo training before joining the crew, especially for martial arts scenes, which required guidance from professional martial arts instructors.
"Master Ming, I'm not saying this, but Brother Lou is really talented. He learns things quickly and remembers everything the basic instructor teaches him just once." Geng Zhao said admiringly, looking at Lou Ye.
"Besides, Director Cheng is a practical person. A few days ago, the crew taught the actors how to ride horses. His horse had the most aggressive temper, but Brother Lou tamed it and it's now very obedient in front of him."
Ming Le looked at Lou Ye without blinking. Of course, the person he liked must be powerful.
He scratched his back again; it was a little itchy.
Geng Zhao noticed carefully: "What's wrong, Master Ming? You were bitten by a bug. How about I scratch it for you?"
Mingle shrank his neck, his hands unable to reach the top of his back: "Okay, maybe."
Geng Zhao put the things on the folding chair beside him and scratched Ming Le through his T-shirt.
After being tickled twice, Mingle felt pain again, so he refused to let Geng Zhao tickle him anymore and decided to endure it.
He didn't see Geng Zhao being bitten either. Could it be that the mosquitoes in the crew also bully strangers?
"What's wrong?" Lou Ye walked over, his forehead covered with sweat, but it did not affect his handsome face at all, instead it made him look more masculine.
Geng Zhao handed him a towel and water.
Mingle shook his head: "It's okay."
Lou Ye's scenes were finished for the day. He took off his outer costume and handed it to Geng Zhao, preparing to wash his face and remove his wig. Ming Le followed him like a little tail.
The makeup artist took off the wig, and then Ming Le watched Lou Ye roughly squeeze makeup remover oil onto his face in the bathroom, then rinse it with water, and the water droplets splashed onto the mirror in front of him.
Ming Le: “…”
He saw that the makeup on Lou Ye's face was so light that it was almost as if there was no makeup on it. Was it necessary to use so much force?
He is indeed a straight man.
"When are you going back?" Lou Ye was wearing a white sweatshirt and black knee-length shorts, and his hair was still dripping with water.
One drop, two drops, three drops...
Ming Le shook his head at this look of not caring about his image at all. He thought, this was a glimpse into the uninhibited side of his idol, right?
"Yeah, soon. I have to be home before 10pm."
It's only half past seven.
Lou Ye was originally worried that it would be unsafe for him to go back at night, but when he thought about the fact that Lou Ye brought a driver and such a big dog, he thought there wouldn't be any safety issues.
He opened the suitcase he brought with him, rummaged around for a while, and pulled out a small green bottle from the box: "Come here."
Mingle walked over slowly: "What is this?"
Lou Ye closed the box. The precious young master probably had never seen the cheap and easy-to-use Liushen floral water that cost more than ten yuan a bottle.
He looked at the large red patch of skin on Mingle's arm that had been scratched by himself. It looked like this in just one afternoon.
"Do you want to wipe it yourself or should I help you?" Lou Ye asked in a faint voice.
Mingle didn't want to trouble anyone, but he couldn't reach their back.
He picked up his T-shirt, revealing a patch of white with two small red spots on his chest that were eye-catching. Lou Ye's eyelids jumped: "What are you doing?"
Are you crazy?
Ming Leshou couldn't help but scratched his hand again: "There's also some on my back, I can't reach it."
Lou Ye looked at the boy, who was a head shorter than him, with complicated eyes. It seemed that he really had no other intentions.
"Turn away." He said with some annoyance, his reaction was too extreme.
The toilet water still comes in the old-fashioned packaging with a lid, not the kind that has a pump head to spray.
Lou Ye poured about a few milliliters into his palm and looked down at the red mark on Ming Le's back. The boy had thin shoulders, a pair of delicate and beautiful butterfly bones on his back, and an incredibly thin waist.
Lou Ye was distracted for a moment.
Except for the red areas bitten by mosquitoes, the young master's skin is as smooth as tofu, without even a single acne mark or pimple.
Lou Ye felt the toilet water in his palm was slightly hot, and his throat was boiling. If he had known earlier, he would have let Ming Le wipe it himself.
"Are you not okay yet?" Ming Le bent over and asked in a muffled voice.
"Right away." Lou Ye made up his mind and pressed his palm filled with toilet water on the smooth back.
"Ah!" Ming Le gasped in a rapid voice.
Lou Ye's forehead jumped, his hands trembled, and he almost dropped the bottle in his hand: "What are you yelling about!"
"You have calluses on the palms of your hands, and they make me itchy when you rub them. You're so strong that it hurts." Ming Le said pitifully, his nose was red and there was some crystal moisture in the corners of his eyes.
Lou Ye was silent, took back his hand, and stuffed the bottle into his hand: "Wipe it yourself."
What's this? He has never served anyone in his life. This is the first time he serves someone, and he is despised?
Mingle didn't want to trouble anyone. All that was left were his arms and legs, so he could do it himself.
His movements were gentler and slower than Lou Ye's.
Lou Ye found a white towel from somewhere in the lounge to wipe his hair, and looked at Ming Le's actions and didn't know what to say.
In fact, he had already been gentle with his movements just now, but the young master was too delicate.
After Lou Ye went to find a hair dryer and dried his hair in a few seconds, Ming Le finally finished wiping it: "It actually worked. It's not itchy anymore, and it feels cool."
He stretched his arms and legs happily.
Lou Ye had nothing to say.
"Brother Lou, Master Ming, I'm coming in."
Geng Zhao came in from outside, holding a tray with two midnight snacks in his hand. "The chef prepared it well. The pig intestines have no taste at all. Fortunately, I ran fast, otherwise I would have missed it."
Ming Le: "It's too early to have a midnight snack now." He looked at Lou Ye again, "Aren't actors supposed to pay attention to their body shape and not eat at night?"
Before Lou Ye could answer, Geng Zhao started to explain: "It's okay, Master Ming. Brother Lou has been working very hard recently, so he will burn off the energy quickly. He won't gain weight."
All right.
Mingle glanced at the noodles in the bowl. He hadn't eaten much in the afternoon and was really hungry, but...
"Why are there pig intestines? Aren't they used to hold that thing?" Ming Le picked and chose the pig intestines, blood sausage, and coriander from the noodles.
He couldn't get used to the taste and felt a little disgusted.
Lou Ye: ...
He ate quickly and finished in a few minutes, then cleared the bowl and brought a bottle of milk and a boiled egg.
"My idol, you actually ate pig intestines. My fan filter is going to be broken." Ming Le held his face, and although he said that the filter was broken, his eyes were staring at Lou Ye.
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Lou Ye was speechless again. He remembered that in the video Ming Le sent him before, the diet was quite rich and nutritious. He probably didn't like this.
"Eat it." Lou Ye gave him the eggs and milk, and Ming Le took them.
Well, he would rather drink milk and eat eggs than pig intestine noodles.
Lou Ye watched him tear open the packaging of the straw and really sit there drinking milk obediently, his cheeks puffing up like a little dolphin.
He picked up the script on the table and read it very attentively.
The plastic straw in his mouth was dented. Ming Le swayed over to Lou Ye and read the lines above, muttering, "Ting Jue was knocked down by a powerful palm strike, blood spurting from his mouth. I didn't expect the other party's strength to increase so terrifyingly in just a few months."
Ting Jue is the role played by Lou Ye, and the name of their play is "A Sword of Frost".
This plot is about the second male lead played by Lou Ye being seriously injured and defeated in a decisive battle with the male lead, and completely cutting off his entanglement with the female lead.
"Blood is flowing out of the corner of his mouth..." Ming Le sucked some milk, tilted his head exaggeratedly and rolled his eyes, stuck out his pink tongue, and white milky liquid flowed out of the corner of his mouth. He looked like he was about to die.
Lou Ye quickly pulled out a few tissues, afraid that he would get something all over the place. Fortunately, he didn't really act like he was spraying it out.
Lou Ye has a high sense of humor, but Geng Zhao, who was eating the pig intestine noodles that Ming Le didn't want, couldn't stop laughing.
Lou Ye: I really don’t want to face these two idiots anymore…
Ming Le finally thought of the important matter after finishing his acting: "I'll tell my uncle to ask the company to arrange a motorhome for you. The conditions on the set are too harsh."
Before he finished speaking, Lou Ye raised his eyelids and said, "No need."
He is not the type of person who likes to owe favors to others. Mingle has helped him too much, and he is afraid that he will not be able to repay him in the future.
"It's okay." Ming Le felt that he was not competent enough as a financial sponsor.
As a kept man, Lou Ye is incompetent, doesn't mention anything and doesn't want anything. How can this be okay?
"It's just a phone call. I'll be angry if you dare to refuse!" At worst, he could use his own pocket money to buy it for Lou Ye. He could never spend it all anyway.
Lou Ye looked at his angry face and remained silent.
At this moment, he really felt like he was being kept by the young man in front of him.
The atmosphere is too quiet.
Lou Ye felt inexplicably confused and could no longer read the lines of words on the script, so he changed the subject.
"Well, you've been on the crew for so long. Don't you have a lot of academic workload in high school?" He remembered that Mingle seemed to be in his second year of high school.
"If you come to see me next time, you can bring your homework. I can teach you if you don't understand. If I'm busy, you can ask Xiao Geng."
Mingle read the information and knew that Lou Ye graduated from a well-known 985 university in Beijing and was also a top student.
"Wow, Brother Lou Ye, you are so awesome." His dark eyes sparkled with admiration.
Lou Ye's mouth twitched and he touched the tip of his nose. How could this be considered amazing?
But he was really worrying too much. Mingle didn't feel any pressure in his studies. All his family wanted for him was good health and happiness.
But he felt that as a student he should study hard, and his grades were pretty good.
He sat back down on the only recliner in the lounge and swung his calves. "But my uncle also said it doesn't matter if I don't study."
Lou Ye frowned when he heard this, thinking that the child had a problem with his thinking.
Geng Zhao finished his noodles and couldn't help but speak up after hearing what he said: "Actually, it's better to study hard and work hard to get into university."
"If you can't pass the exam, just go abroad. My uncle said it's easy to get into university. If that doesn't work, he said that if you donate two buildings to Peking University, you can get an admission quota and choose any major... But he said that ordinary people will just be slaves after they graduate..." He muttered to himself, looking like he was about to be led astray by Shu Yuquan.
Niumalouye looked solemn.
Geng Zhao, who was even more powerful than Lou Ye, was completely defeated...
I want to die...
Ming Le glanced sideways at the two people with odd expressions, realizing that his thoughts were a little off. "Oh, I was just kidding. My grades are in the top ten in my grade at the No. 1 Middle School in the city. My teacher said that getting into a good university is no problem at all. Seriously!"
Lou Ye breathed a sigh of relief.
Ming Le looked at him and realized that what he had just said was wrong. He rolled his eyes and changed the subject.
"Do you have a younger sister who is in her senior year of high school this year?" Ming Le had read the resume that Lou Ye sent to Chen Si and remembered the basic information.
Lou Ye glanced at him suspiciously, then guessed who had told Ming Le. He couldn't describe his feelings: "What else do you know?"
Afraid that he would misunderstand that he was investigating him, Ming Le waved his hand: "I only know how many people there are in your family, and I don't know anything else. I'm not prying into your privacy."
Lou Ye felt relieved: "My sister Lou Xi is in her third year of high school, one year older than you."
Mingle looked at his face, from his eyebrows to his high nose bridge and slightly thin lips, and asked in a somewhat baffling manner: "Does your sister look like you?"
His eyes were full of curiosity, his pupils dark and bright. Lou Ye's fingers resting on his legs were slightly curled, and for some inexplicable reason he spoke:
“No.”
Mingle curled his lips, revealing a disappointed expression.
Lou Ye's expression became even calmer and more composed: "And it's ugly."
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