The crew put on the set is a very common plastic round table, the material is very hard, in the case of only a thin layer of scratch paper, even ordinary people writing with a signature pen inevitably have thin lines and want to be horizontal and vertical. Straight is not easy.
Perhaps it is because of You Chuan's strong wrist and fingertips. Although the strokes he wrote are not thick, each stroke is very stable. When the front is closed, it is especially strong and vigorous and calm.
But the font...the ugly is still ugly because of the pen.
Li Zhiqing's surname has many strokes and the structure is not easy to grasp. You Chuan's writing is a bit skewed, but the last two characters are quite regular.
"...What do you write my name for?" Li Zhiqing felt that the temperature of this draft paper was a bit high, and his fingertips were faintly heated.
You Chuan was still holding the signature pen in his hand. As soon as Li Zhiqing made a sound, his fingers pressed hard, almost deforming the nib, he whispered: "Practicing handwriting."
Do you have to use his name to practice calligraphy?
Li Zhiqing pressed his heartbeat and pressed the paper to his hand: "I have so many strokes of my name, which is not suitable for you to practice calligraphy." He paused and thought of something, "Besides, how do you know how my name is written? ?"
He did not deliberately teach You Chuan to recognize it.
The previous pile of debris was piled on the other half of the table. You Chuan picked up the top pile of bound scripts and said, "This is yours."
Li Zhiqing glanced at it and saw that it was indeed his second volume script. The above scene could not be filmed today. He brought You Chuan here before the filming started and put it on the table casually.
The cover of the script was white, and his name was written in the lower right corner. At that time, Li Zhiqing happened to pick up a new soft-tip pen. He was very interested in writing, and every word was very serious. It was indeed not difficult to simply copy the strokes.
Li Zhiqing took a look at his handwriting and then at the three words written by You Chuan. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed: "Yes, it's mine."
Feelings are just an accident.
Sitting on a chair, You Chuan rarely sees Li Zhiqing from the upward angle.
Li Zhiqing did not have broken hair on his forehead, and his eyebrows were extremely clear. He looked up from the bottom up. The two curved eyelashes were curled up long, and they dyed warm tones after holding the sun, making people want to be close to relatives. .
You Chuan stared intently for a while, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and quickly dragged his eyelids down.
"Do you know how to write your name now?" Li Zhiqing asked him, "When you first came to the store, I wrote it once on the dining table. Do you still have an impression?"
You Chuan was still thinking of his eyelashes in his mind, and did not immediately respond.
Li Zhiqing thought he had forgotten, so he stretched his palm to You Chuan and didn't say a word. You Chuan didn't even think about it for a second, and passed the pen directly to him.
Li Zhiqing held the edge of the paper and bent over slightly, and wrote the word "You Chuan" next to his name, deliberately making the first of the two names correspond one by one. After finishing writing, he looked at it and passed it to You Chuan with satisfaction: " Your name has few strokes and should be easy to remember."
The two names leaned side by side, and closer together seemed to be able to hug each other intimately.
You Chuan's lips curled out a small curve uncontrollably, and finally nodded: "Yeah."
Li Zhiqing also secretly smiled behind him, thinking that he would take this draft paper back and put it away later, and Li Guangping called him from behind.
"Have you finished filming today's scene?" Li Guangping walked over quickly.
Li Zhiqing turned and looked at him: "There are still a few more games in the afternoon."
"Okay, don't go back after it's over, take off your makeup and wait a while." Li Guangping patted him on the shoulder, "Lao Zhang and the others ordered the table food outside, and they will go back together."
"Dinner?" The time for dinner is not much shorter. "But I'm ready to broadcast live to fans."
Li Guangping didn't take it seriously: "Then you drive it while eating, and we don't care about it either."
Li Zhiqing couldn't help but laugh. Is this asking him to eat and broadcast?
"I have something to tell you after dinner." Li Guangping said.
Li Zhiqing asked him: "What's the matter?"
Li Guangping hesitated, waved his hand and left: "I'll talk about it then, you'll be filming first."
Li Zhiqing couldn't stop trying to call him, and his appetite was suffocated.
He turned his head and found that the scene clerk had just come over to take care of the useless things on the table when he was talking to Li Guangping, and even the scratch paper on the table was gone.
Li Zhiqing flipped twice unwillingly. After confirming that he couldn't find it, he took a deep breath and pressed it down, erected the script on the desktop.
...I knew he would just fold it up and hold it.
After filming the scene in the afternoon, Li Zhiqing saw a raw face as soon as he walked into the dressing room.
The other party was a young man about twenty-five years old. He flushed with excitement as soon as he saw him go in. He directly left the two who were talking behind his head, raised his leg and greeted him: "Mr. Li!"
Li Zhiqing paused, smiled politely at him, and walked to the empty seat in the dressing room: "You have made a big joke. I don't deserve the title of'teacher'."
The young man smiled and rubbed his hands and had to say something. When he saw a tall man coming in behind Li Zhiqing, he shuddered sharply, his mouth was open, and he did not vomit out the words in his stomach smoothly. Chills.
"This is a junior from a school with me. I like what you like so much." The makeup artist who often touches up Li Zhiqing came over and took the cotton pad to help Li Zhiqing remove his makeup. "He was originally working on the crew next door. I heard that you are filming here, so I have to squeeze the time to come and see you."
Li Zhiqing then smiled at the young man again, and thanked him in passing.
The young man stood eagerly and watched. When the makeup on Li Zhiqing's face was almost cleaned up, he graciously took the can of soda, pulled the tab open, inserted a straw, and handed it over: "You are too hard to be filming, do you want to drink? water?"
Li Zhiqing evaded it twice and it didn't work, so he had to take two sips interestingly.
I don't know why, the other party's diligence makes him feel uncomfortable instinctively.
As usual, You Chuan stood at the place closest to the door, staring blankly at the young man's back. There was no waves in his eyes, and he couldn't see what emotions he had at this time.
"Senior sister, you have been busy all morning, why don't you let me help you get your hair done?" The young man was stared uncomfortably by You Chuan, and he walked from the left to the right with his back stiff and couldn't help but said.
The makeup artist just took off the hairpin in Li Zhiqing’s hair, and smiled upon hearing this: "Are you trying to help me share the work, or do you want to get close to your male god?"
The young man looked at Li Zhiqing in the mirror embarrassedly, and smiled shyly.
"Okay, come on. It's not easy after waiting for so long." The makeup artist gave him the opportunity and said to Li Zhiqing, "Don't think he is a man, his hands are more clever than mine. I helped Cheng Jiarun with the styling, and he was praised to fly into the sky."
The young man shook his head humbly and smiled more embarrassedly.
His hands may be a coincidence, but he may also be really excited now. He accidentally hooked Li Zhiqing's hair several times just by removing the crown, and he kept bending over to say sorry.
His face flushed, and he was so nervous that he could cry anytime, Li Zhiqing could only comfort him repeatedly and let him take his time.
When all the posts were taken off, not only the young man breathed a sigh of relief, but even Li Zhiqing felt relieved.
What the young man said was also from the crew next door. They couldn't stay here for too long. Finally, after awkwardly expressing his love and support for Li Zhiqing for a long time, he moved his feet back and forth step by step.
He had to pass by You Chuan if he wanted to get out of the dressing room. For some reason, he always felt that the man at the door was a bit dangerous.
Out of the instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, the young man held his breath, went out as far as possible by the door, left the dressing room and ran forward for a while, and slowly slowed down his tight muscles when there was no one at a time. Relax slowly.
He retracted his hands into the sleeves of his jacket, squeezed the stuff hidden in his palms hard, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled unnaturally, unlike the shyness he had previously been in the dressing room.
The youth finally pulled his sleeves carefully. Before he completely flattened the folds, a shadow suddenly covered his eyes. As soon as he raised his head, he couldn't help but squeeze out a low choke in his throat.
The man who stood by the door before didn’t know when he was blocked in front of him, his hard-lined chin was raised high, and he lowered his black and indifferent eyes, and glanced down at him, the temperature inside was completely inadequate. To summarize briefly with the word "cold", the yin bird of prey seems to be looking at a dead animal that cannot be divided into flesh and bones.
The young man was firmly nailed by that gaze, and a sharp buzzing burst into his ears, which made his meninges sting.
Without a word, You Chuan slowly raised a hand to him, palm up, clearly wanting him to hand over something.
The young man only felt that his brain was roaring in a posture of breaking through the cranial cavity, and subconsciously he really wanted to submit things obediently, but he couldn't even make trembling movements at this time, let alone raise his hand.
Before he had time to collapse, the hand that You Chuan stretched out had already turned over, and directly buckled his forehead, squeezing his whole person to the corner of the wall.
The force of the palm of the other party is indescribable. The sound is not simply a crisp sound of skin and flesh contact, dull, and extremely heavy, all the way down the cranial cavity, every inch of the body's bones seems to be shaken out.
The first batch of old gods in ancient times were no more emotional than the generations after Fuxi. They were violent and arrogant. They had always ignored everything, and they lacked the heart of love and care for mankind.
If it weren't for Li Zhiqing over there in his mind, the ghost knew what effect You Chuan would produce with this slap.
The young man's eyes were dark twice, and before the pain was brewing, he realized that his right hand, which was shrinking in his sleeve, was hit by something.
His five fingers were cold and then stiff, and the joints suddenly burst out with a soft feeling like being crushed by someone, and he couldn't even notice the things in his hands slipping out.
A straw with wet saliva and a bunch of black hair tangled together, no more than no more, exactly nine.
You Chuan didn't lower his head, and took it with his hand. After he got the things, he didn't look at the person at all, turned and walked away.
The young gecko sucked on the wall like a young gecko, his pupils dilated for a long time before gradually shrinking back to normal size. He shivered against the wall and knelt down, lying on the ground like sifting chaff for a long time, his nails were picking mud, and he couldn't connect with himself Fan retching.
You Chuan walked back all the way wrapped in frost and snow. The crew was a little jealous of his cold temperament. At this moment, his face was so dark that no one dared to see him more.
As soon as You Chuan's front foot stopped in front of the locker room door, Li Zhiqing changed into his casual clothes and pushed out the door.
The coldness immediately disappeared like welcoming the scorching sun, and even his eyes became clearer.
"Where did you just go?" As soon as Li Zhiqing's voice fell, You Chuan put his fingers into his hair, faintly squeezed twice on his scalp, his fingertips were slightly cold.
Li Zhiqing couldn't help but stunned: "What's the matter?"
You Chuan lowered his head in front of him, and after repeated confirmations did he put his hand back and shook his head: "It's okay."
Li Zhiqing looked at You Chuan and stroked the back of his head twice, but couldn't feel anything.
I don't know why, although You Chuan's current expression is no different from just now, but he just feels...the other party's current mood is very bad.
The author has something to say:
You Chuan: Don't think I'm the cutie of my daughter-in-law, just come and die?Is cuteness for you?
Li Zhiqing: ...cute?
You Chuan: Yes.
Li Zhiqing: Please state your age frankly.
You Chuan: ... (I can't remember it)
You Chuan: That's okay.
(PS: I'm afraid that the hints in the text are not enough, so that some fairies will misunderstand. This young man is not a fan of the Qing Dynasty idiot. There is a reason why the old dragon beat people.)