A handful of stars
Ji Rongyu took out a bag of balloons from a cardboard box and said, "Didn't they say that this scene was going to be postponed? Why are you planning to shoot it again?"
"The director said it's going to snow lightly today. It's a rare day, so we're going to shoot it once to see how it goes," a staff member said, shaking his arms. "I just saw them arranging a lot of flower petals. You can smell the fragrance from ten meters away!"
These sturdy men are usually responsible for distributing lunch boxes, unloading trucks and moving equipment. Now they are all brought here to inflate balloons. Colorful little cuties float out of their calloused hands.
Ji Rongyu looked at it for a while with deep emotion, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.
In his original novel, this scene not only features snowy scenes, but also fruits and balloons floating in the sky and bursting silently, with the slowly spilled juice turning into alien eyeballs frozen in the air, creating a strange and dangerous atmosphere.
This is obviously not an easy shoot.
The writing was his own creation from beginning to end. He could write without restraint and record scenes that did not exist in reality. However, if he wanted to turn the black words on white paper into real and concrete pictures, the difficulty would increase exponentially.
When he and Zhou Xiaoqing were adapting the script, this plot was retained, but Ji Rongyu thought that balloons, fruits and the like would be completed through post-production, and he never expected that the director would actually shoot on location.
Although the crew had been filming for many days, this was the first time he truly felt what it meant for a dream to come true.
Watching so many people on the crew working together to turn his imagined words into reality, this feeling was actually much better than when he received the first payment of copyright fees.
My image of loving money like my life is a little shaken... Ji Rongyu touched his chin, grabbed a bag of balloons and shook it: "Lend me these to vent my anger, and I'll return them to you when my butt is swollen."
"Teacher Rong, you must keep your word. If you secretly hide our balloons and don't return them, you will be fined." The staff member joked with a smile.
Ji Rongyu returned to the lounge, first put the postcards and pens on the table in order, and then put the big peach in his pocket aside.
These postcards were all for special signing. The publishing house sent a large box of postcards to the hotel. He took out some and signed them slowly on the set.
At that time, the editor even joked that this could be considered a friendly meeting between the TV version of "The Trapped" and the physical book.
He had only signed half of the stack of postcards he brought today, but Ji Rongyu's heart was already pulled away by the little balloons and he couldn't take care of them for the time being.
He sat on the sofa, took out an air pump from the bag, put a small balloon on it and inflated it, threw it on the sofa, and then inflated another one.
However, if some people are thinking about playing with balloons, naturally there will also be people thinking about the people playing with balloons.
He had just tied the tail of the thirty-first balloon when Lu Xinyang walked in with an ice cream in his hand.
Ji Rongyu raised his head and glanced at him: "I thought you were filming right now."
"The weather was too cold, and there seemed to be some problems with the debugging of two devices, so Director Gao let me go back." Lu Xinyang said.
After counting how many ice creams he had eaten today, Ji Rongyu couldn't help but say, "I don't think you think it's very cold."
"I don't think so, but the machine feels cold, and I can't do anything about it. Why are there so many balloons next to you?" Lu Xinyang tilted his head, holding a small wooden spoon, and turned his gaze to the stack of beautiful postcards. "What is this? Is it your signature?"
"The balloons are for filming. They're special signature cards." Even though he knew the ink on the card had dried, Ji Rongyu still habitually reminded him, "Don't touch it. Be careful not to scratch it, and don't let the ice cream drip on it."
It was really easy for Mr. Lu to do something unreliable, which also caused Ji Rongyu's trust in him to always fluctuate around the passing line, and he was always wary of capitalism's undying desire to destroy him.
"The handwriting is really beautiful," Lu Xinyang obediently put down the ice cream, leaned his hands on the table, and asked excitedly, "Is 'Trapped Color' going to be published as a physical book? When will it be on the shelves? I want to buy a hundred copies to keep!"
"You should pay attention to the publishing house." Seeing that he was well behaved, Ji Rongyu lowered his head and continued to play with balloons with confidence.
Lu Xinyang immediately took out his mobile phone, searched for the publishing house on Weibo and set it as a special follower. After following it, he remembered the issue of big and small Weibo accounts, and quickly switched back to the homepage to take a look. Fortunately, it was the smaller one.
Wrapping his vest tightly around his waistcoat, Lu Xinyang browsed the publisher's Weibo account but saw no information about purchasing "Trapped in Color." "The publisher didn't say anything. Where can I buy it?"
"The pre-sale notice hasn't been released yet, why are you in such a hurry?" Ji Rongyu said without raising his head.
"I'm a true fan." He clicked on the publishing house's chat Weibo and saw many people urging the release of the book in the comment section. He also left a comment, and then, while Ji Rongyu was not paying attention, he quickly took out a special signature card.
But in fact, Ji Rongyu noticed: "What did you take?"
"It's just an autograph. But I'm your leading man. Can't I buy the book in advance and get the autograph in advance?" Since he had been caught, Lu Xinyang simply put the postcard away with a clear conscience.
Ji Rongyu looked at him with an indescribable expression, and a thousand "your uncles" were about to attack him.
How come you're my leading man? Could you please stop making such weird comments?
Lu Xinyang spotted a few special cards with different contents and compared them curiously: "Why are the sentences written on them different?"
"This is the special visa card. If you like it, take it and leave!" Ji Rongyu ordered him to leave without any hesitation.
"I'm not leaving," Lu Xinyang happily put away the postcard, then swept away the floating balloons and sat down next to him, "Let me help you inflate the balloons."
“There’s only one pump.”
"Then I'll blow it with my mouth."
Lu Xinyang is an annoying person who can't be driven away and a chatterbox who can't read people's expressions. When Ji Rongyu blows up the balloon, he has to listen to him whirring beside him, and when he ties the tail of a balloon, he has to listen to him asking questions in his ear.
"Your handwriting is so beautiful. How did you practice it? Oh, by the way, I'm going to sign autographs for my fans in the future, so I guess I need to practice my handwriting too."
"Don't you like fish soup very much? I haven't seen you order it when ordering takeout these days. Have you changed your taste?"
"Come watch me filming later, okay? Your little bench is getting covered in dust if you stay stuck in the lounge any longer."
"You tonight..."
Ji Rongyu looked up, unable to bear it any longer: "Would you please shut up? If I really stayed by your side all day long, wouldn't you find it annoying?"
Lu Xinyang's eyes lit up: "Just guard it as you like, I won't be annoyed!"
"I'm annoyed!" Ji Rongyu glared at him. "Why don't you catch up on some sleep when you have some free time? Look at those dark circles under your eyes. If you keep going like this, people will start to suspect you stole the DNA of a national treasure for genetic engineering surgery."
"Even if I could steal it, I wouldn't use it to fill my dark circles," Lu Xinyang looked at him innocently, defending his own aesthetic taste. "I would probably use it to fill in bear ears."
Ji Rongyu: “…”
Lu Xinyang couldn't stop talking after he started this: "Do you usually watch giant pandas eating live? Let me tell you, the way they chew on bamboo leaves is so cute. If you feel tired writing, you can watch more of them. Green is good for your eyes."
Ji Rongyu: “…………”
Just saying it wasn't enough, he wanted to put on a show: "I saw a really cute one the other day. Wait for me to find a green balloon and show you how to do it."
It so happened that none of the balloons around him were green. He stood up and went to look for them, but there were so many obstacles hidden under the balloons on the ground that Lu Xinyang stepped on the wrong foot without any preparation. "Ouch!"
He instinctively wanted to maintain his balance, and his left foot, which had just been raised, dropped quickly, but he stepped on another balloon.
The balloons made by Ji Rongyu have thin skin and large fillings. The advantage is that they are very filling, but the disadvantage is that they explode at the slightest touch.
It was impossible to stand steadily after stepping on a balloon, and the loud explosion scared Lu Xinyang again. He fell heavily to the ground and crushed several balloons in succession with the weight of his body.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang -"
The single explosion turned into a domino-like chain of explosions. The culprit got up in a panic. The balloons all over the ground were dangerous items, leaving him with nowhere to step. He was dizzy and confused, and fell on Ji Rongyu, who seemed to be the safest.
Ji Rongyu was caught off guard and suppressed.
The balloons on the sofa were startled by the two people. The lucky ones flew away with the air flow, but the unlucky ones continued to explode under the double blow.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang -"
The sound of the unlucky balloon exploding was mixed with the chaotic sound in Lu Xinyang's chest.
He leaned over and looked at Ji Rongyu, holding his shoulders with his hands, not knowing whether he should let go or use a little more force.
"Wake up, look at what you have done!"
Ji Rongyu gritted his teeth and pushed him, but couldn't move him. Lu Xinyang still had a dazed expression on his face.
"Can a balloon still blow you silly? Hurry up and get up! Do you know how heavy you are? Lu Xinyang!"
"It's okay, I weigh 135 pounds..." Lu Xinyang was about to move, but when he heard him call his name, he stayed still.
He knew Ji Rongyu was good-looking the first day he met him, but when he got so close, he realized...
How good-looking is Ji Rongyu? There are stars in his eyes!
"I'm calling you! Get up!!" Ji Rongyu used all his strength and finally pushed Lu Xinyang away. He certainly didn't feel that there were any stars in his eyes at this moment. Even if there were, they were probably Mars.
Look at what a hindrance Lu Xinyang has caused. He worked so hard to inflate the balloons, but now there are only a few good ones left!
He was so angry that his mind was full of lawsuits, but Lu Xinyang seemed not to feel anything at all, and kept a stupid and absent-minded expression. After being pushed away by him, he sat down on the ground, and crippled another survivor who had fallen from a high place.
Ji Rongyu's eyes went dark. This guy was not only clumsy in hands and feet, but also in butt!
The character of the useless young master is indeed standing firm.
Master Lu looked up at him for a long time, and finally recovered his soul and opened his mouth: "Ah... The balloons are bursting, what should I do?"
"What should I do? You still... have the nerve to ask me what to do?" Ji Rongyu threw the air pump into his arms, "I worked so hard to inflate the balloon and now I'm giving it to you just to hear it explode! Shouldn't you compensate me?"
"Oh," Lu Xinyang kept looking at him and nodded honestly, "I'll pay for it. I'll pay for it now!"
Ji Rongyu rubbed his temple fiercely: "Turn around and pay! Don't let me see your face before you finish beating this bag of balloons!"
“…Oh.” Lu Xinyang’s chance to show off was also deprived by him, so he had to turn away dejectedly.
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