"everyone should understand that a book is thick before it is thin." Chang Yu said faintly, "Director Zhao gave a play last night and gave you a period of time to understand the characters." When he said that he had to break it up into small units, he meant that you could experience the characters more subtly, but not that you would stay in this fragmented state forever. When you start to create under the camera, you have to turn them into large units, so that the number is getting smaller and smaller. Only in this way can you grasp the script and characters. Dissect the script, but don't lose your grasp of arrangement. "

"Chang Yu has a point." Sun Shaogong, who had been sitting quietly, nodded thoughtfully. He was facing the direction of the entrance, just in time to see the pale Ann Muyu walking along her lips into the hall. The gentle cough broke the atmosphere of the eager discussion of the script in the room. as soon as she came in, she was like a fragile flower about to wither in the wind. She was the first to go to Chang Yu and said, "Miss Chang, I put the wood aside, but it's still too late. It's a little damp."

"Hmm?" Chang Yu picked his eyebrows, and some didn't understand what an Muyu was talking about. On the other hand, an Muyu just smiled, coughed gently with her lips covered, and bowed to several people in the hall. "Sorry, I got up late because I was not feeling well. Wait for me for a moment, and I'll go to the kitchen to make breakfast."

"Boss Ann, you're not feeling well. You'd better go back to your room and have a rest." Sun Shaogong's voice sounded, and his calm eyes lingered on an Muyu's body, with a deep pain in the fundus. When he was a teenager, he was extremely miserable, and his wife never gave up at his side, doing all the work at home for him, so that he did not have to worry about it. He was also busy inside and outside. He wanted to give his wife a better life if he wanted to be famous. He didn't know that he could not wait for that day. When his wife died of illness, he always felt a bit of self-remorse. Looking at an Muyu, who worked hard with a sick body, the feeling of remembrance in his heart could not help but resurface.

"Brother Sun, are you concerned about the safety of the boss?" Bo Yu joked that as soon as he turned around and saw that there was something wrong with Sun Shaogong's face, he hurriedly changed his tune, "Boss an, I think Brother Sun is right at all. Don't worry about it. We won't starve to death without a meal. Besides, there's Mr. Ji, right?" Go back and get some rest. " Both of them said so, and the rest naturally responded.

An Muyu's face showed some hesitation. She looked at Ji Yaoguang and said, "Mr. Ji, do you know how to control the fire?" Ji Yaoguang is familiar with the dishes, an Muyu only thinks that she is seen from the book. after all, this is a young lady from a rich family, living a life of "ten fingers without touching the sun and spring water". She lowered her posture and showed a look of weakness, but Ji Yaoguang's eyes were a kind of provocation in the open and secret.

"We Xiaoyaoer carry a lot of money, so it's not too much to invite everyone to breakfast, is it? You don't have to worry about that, boss. " Side in the court slowly said, "as for our teacher Ji cooking, I do not think everyone has this taste, I have not eaten a few times, I am afraid that only teacher Chang can enjoy this blessing." These words avoided the sound of Ji Yaoguang and Amu Yu, and turned an Muyu's irritated face red and white.

"Mr. Ji is very good." Jiang Yusheng, a heavy "brain-disabled fan" of Ji Yaoguang, held his face and his eyes seemed to twinkle with stars. When it comes to things related to Ji Yaoguang, she is easy to blush, and when she blushes, she can't help being teased, but she still enjoys it and wants to advertise her goddess's goodness to the whole world.

"I raise my hands no, I have to raise my legs for approval." Bo Yu laughed like a child who didn't grow up. he rubbed his hair like a chicken coop and continued along the side of the court, "teacher Ji, don't you feel embarrassed that we went fishing and hit the hare after spending so much effort to get a little harvest?" you set up a stall and sat at the door and made a lot of money without inviting us to have a meal. "

Ji Yaoguang really doesn't think so. This guy Bo Yu saved a lot of personal money, didn't he? She heard Sun Shaogong say that Bo Yu was shameless enough to buy his autographed photo at a high price, and some fans really fell for it. after all, his face is really good for swindling. Although Mengjia Village is located in the countryside, Mengjia Village is much better than those who are really deep in the mountains. The neighboring metropolis has brought it the process of industrialization and commercialization, which has completely disappeared. Fortunately, it has maintained its simplicity for thousands of years, the people in the village seem to come out of the Peach Blossom Garden, and a strong sense of history accumulates in the country paths that remain silent year after year.

"Yes." Chang Yu spoke faintly, and she was the one who was really in charge of finance.

I saw her with a raised eyebrow, and her insipid face had an air of indignation and awe. Bo Yu, who had a smile on his face, retreated, his face wilting and his ears shaking like a student. In Chang Yu, he saw the momentum as fierce and majestic as the instructor, which gave rise to a fear from the depths of his soul. Only when everyone jokes together will there be no sense of pressure, but now he looks around and finds nothing but a good smile in the eyes of those people. Standing up his chest, Bo Yu squeezed out a smile on his face. Because of Chang Yu, he looked at Ji Yaoguang and vaguely felt that he had some scalp numbness. He was about to laugh when he heard Changyu's voice with a gentle smile: "I'll leave it to you to buy breakfast."

The sense of pressure suddenly disappeared, and Chang Yu changed from a terrible teaching director to a goddess-like existence. Bo Yu's eyes lingered on her face for a moment, some feeling about the change in his mood, and his body was upright. He gave a substandard military salute and shouted, "you have to order!"

Bian Yu was not used to his swinging treasure, so he kicked a stool and glanced across Bo Yu and said lazily, "Brother Bo, why don't you go quickly?" Don't wait for you to come back and it's lunchtime. "