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Chapter 124: The Script
"The Bucket List" is a script tailored by An Lan for Meng Huo and Joan.
The male protagonist Han Dongya is a rookie criminal policeman who just graduated from the police academy. Ten years ago, Han Dongyaâs father, who was also a criminal policeman, died mysteriously during the investigation process. After the incident, the suspect Shen was identified, but in the end due to insufficient evidence,Shen was released in court.
With the dream of catching the murderer and avenging his father, Han Dongya joined the criminal police team and the first case he worked on was Shen's bizarre death.
The day before the incident happened, it was the anniversary of the death of Han Dong-ah's father, and Shen sent his wish list to the company whose corporate philosophy is "helping single people fulfill their last wishes after death".
At the funeral, Han Dongya ran into Lin Jing who had severed her father-daughter relationship with Shen ten years ago.
"The Bucket List" tells the story of Han Dongya who pretends to be a will cleaner and meets Lin Jing who is listed as a suspect.
It was Meng Huo's first time making a movie, and he was still acting with a director of Ji Ming's level. On the first night when he joined the group, he was so nervous that he couldn't sleep, so he had to get up and read the script that An Lan gave him again.
Another month has passed, and the first draft is still the first draft, and typos have not been corrected.
If it weren't for the black and white notification from the crew, Meng Huo wouldn't have believed that there was such a nine-to-five crew.
At nine o'clock the next morning, Meng Huo came to the set anxiously. The set was empty, and there was no staff member.
Meng Huo: "..."
Joan, the only one who was on time with Meng Huo, took out a cigarette lazily.
This crew really came to the right place.
Joan glanced at the thoughtful Meng Huo, and comforted him lightly: "Just get used to it."
What made Ji Ming famous is not only his works, but also his wonderful personality when he was filming.
It is said that Ji Mingâs film with the longest filming cycle took ten years; the whole crew was shut down together just to wait for a light shot; the actors did not know the effect on the screen after filming, because theThe lens may not be selected by the director in the end...
Less than a week after joining the group, Meng Huo had already recognized the situation, gave up his illusions, and found that this was really the case.
What Meng Huo worries about most every day is not being scolded by the director, or fearing that he will not perform well, but that the director stares deeply at a cloud in the sky, or a grass on the ground, and then says, "I'm looking for inspiration", closeThe camera stopped shooting.
The screenwriter and director are "in the same boat". The lines that Meng Huo memorized the night before may be different from the new script that the screenwriter gave him on set the next day. In many cases, An Lan even tore up the script and only gave the outline of the plot, and thenJust let Meng Huo and Joan play freely.
Meng Huo was greatly shaken from the beginning, gradually hardened into steel, and now he is almost at peace.
Except for certain times, such as when he saw the fans waiting for food on his Weibo, Meng Huo would still briefly break through.
After joining the group, the exposure naturally decreased, and fans climbed the wall every day. Although Meng Huo and his fans said "we need to use/wait for the work to meet", Meng Huo made serious calculations and took pictures at Ji Ming's speed.Still have to wait for several years.
Meng Huo: "..."
In the blink of an eye, summer is over.
One day in September, after finally filming the whole scene for half a day, Ji Ming stared at the light with deep eyes: "That's it for today." He said without any psychological burden.
The staff of the entire production crew are familiar with Ji Ming's style of work, and they have long been familiar with Ji Ming's style. Everyone has been well-trained and started to pack things.
Meng Huo sighed inaudibly, but before he could finish his sigh, there was a "pop", and the lights went out.
Meng Huo thought there was a power outage, and was about to turn on the flashlight that came with his phone, when he heard rustling footsteps and the sound of wheels rolling, the crowd automatically separated to the two sides, and An Lan came out pushing the small cart with her own hands.
There was a double-layered cake on the trolley, and the candle marked with "22" was burning enthusiastically. The bright candlelight reflected the dazed expression on Meng Huo's face.
Meng Huo himself forgot about itâtoday is his 22nd birthday.
Ji Ming started with his broken gong voice, and all the crew members sang "Happy Birthday" to him together.
It has been a whole year.
this time last year
At that time, he was also on the set, and his birthday coincided with the finale, but except for a male fan who had never met, no one remembered his birthday.
In one year, the past seemed like a lifetime away, and there were already so many people around him who sincerely wished him well.
Meng Huo closed his eyes and made a wish, then smiled and blew out the candle.
Joan asked him what he wished while eating the cake.
Meng Huo thought about it and made several promises, but what he said didn't work.
Meng Huo bit the butter on the fork.
"The director of Wishing was full of inspiration, and the filming went smoothly."
This can't be effective, so let's talk about it.
After Meng Huo finished eating the cake, he remembered to log in to Weibo and WeChat. Sure enough, he received many blessings.
Meng Huo first sent a Weibo to thank his fans, and then replied one by one in WeChat, clearing up all unread messages, and the next one was Lu Xinghuai.
The chat history still stays at last night, and they said good night to each other very routinely.
Back at the hotel, Meng Huo took a shower, touched, shook, waited and waited, but there was still no movement on the phone.
When Meng Huo was about to get irritable, the door was knocked lightly twice.
Meng Huo stepped on his slippers and ran to open the door.
"What's your expression?"
Joan leaned on the door frame and raised an eyebrow to ask him.
"Director Ji told us to go up."
Outside of shooting time, Ji Ming had never seen the two of them in private, so Meng Huo quickly changed his clothes and went upstairs with Joan.
Meng Huo was still a little nervous when he knocked on the door.
In a few seconds, he had already imagined that Ji Ming's inspiration was exhausted, and he pulled him to have a long talk with Joan, and informed them of the bad news that the filming had been stopped.
As soon as he opened the door, Ji Ming was all smiles. Meng Huo had never seen the director so happy.
There was a mahjong machine in the open area of the room, and Ji Ming asked them to come, but it was only for "playing".
After staying on the set for a few months, Ji Ming and An Lan's hands were already itchy, and they wanted to touch them a few times in their dreams, but unfortunately they couldn't make up a table.
"...Fortunately, you came to visit the set. I remember that we played a few times when we were filming a few years ago. Later, for some reason, we didn't get a table together."
An Lan and Ji Ming sang together, "That's right, Xinghuai, you have to come here often in the future."
Meng Huo and Joan walked into the room obediently. When Meng Huo met Lu Xinghuai's eyes, he was stunned for a moment.
"Mr. Lu, long time no see."
Meng Huo followed Joan and nodded in a daze.
Three missing one, Ji Ming proposed to call Joan and Meng Huo up, and if there is one more, they can take turns to fight.
Meng Huo scratched the back of his neck.
He won't fight.
Ji Ming pressed the button to shuffle the cards, and the mahjong machine quickly sorted the cards automatically. When he heard Meng Huo's words, his eyes widened: "Didn't the adults at home teach you about Chinese New Year?"
When he can't even read the words, he will recognize mahjong tiles.
Meng Huo smiled, trying to get away with it.
Lu Xinghuai beckoned to him and asked him to sit beside him.
"It doesn't matter, I'll teach you." Lu Xinghuai casually put his arms on the back of the chair behind him, and said to him flatly, "Draw the cards."
Lu Xinghuai voluntarily taught him, Ji Ming and An Lan couldn't say anything, they still took advantage of the novice.
Meng Huo sat upright silently, not daring to touch Lu Xinghuai's arm. Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed other people in the room. Meng Huo politely said in a low voice, "Thank you, Teacher Lu."
Lu Xinghuai explained the rules to him in a simple and clear manner, and Meng Huo memorized them carefully.
Lu Xinghuai showed him the cards and sat very close to him, so close that the other three would not pay attention or be suspicious.
"Don't be nervous, you'll be fine after just a few games." Lu Xinghuai said lightly, rubbing his hands on his lower back.
?!
Meng Huo shook his hand and misplaced the mahjong tiles.
Lu Xinghuai's hand passed Meng Huo to return the cards he had misplaced, and it looked as if he was holding him in his arms.
After Lu Xinghuai took advantage of the actual situation, he did not forget to bully him verbally.
"Can this one be put together with it, and just forget about it?"
Meng Huo rubbed his lower back, his ears turned red, and he said, "...I'm sorry."
Lu Xinghuai's Adam's apple rolled.
Obviously being bullied so badly, she apologized to him in turn.
It would be nice if she was so obedient when...
Lu Xinghuai put his hands back on the back of the chair again.
It was Meng Huo's turn.
Every time he draws a card, he has to play another one, and he happens to reach the pile of cards farthest from him. Meng Huo can only reach it by stretching his arms.Yes, Ji Ming and the others saw all of their family fortune.
Meng Huo's boss was An Lan, and when it was An Lan's turn, An Lan was hesitating which one to play after touching it, Lu Xinghuai stretched out his long arm and touched one for him.
Bo Bai casually tapped the cards with his fingertips. Meng Huo's ears were a little warm, and he felt that Lu Xinghuai's easy-going look was inexplicable.
He secretly glanced at Lu Xinghuai, and Lu Xinghuai inadvertently lowered his eyesâjust happened to be caught!
Meng Huo suddenly looked down at his cards.
A small smile flashed in the bottom of his eyes, Lu Xinghuai bit his cheek, and put the hand holding the card into a fist to Meng Huo's lips.
"Take a breath."
"Huh?" Meng Huo asked anxiously.
Lu Xinghuai repeated with a smile.
"hurry up."
The other three looked at him, Meng Huo held back his embarrassment and blew lightly.
Lu Xinghuai stroked the tiger's mouth that had been blown past, spread his palms, and Meng Huo's eyes lit up.
Lu Xinghuai put 80,000 to the far right, and then pushed all the cards down with his hand.
Meng Huo excitedly grabbed Lu Xinghuai's wrist.
"Nonsense, we won!"
Ji Ming and An Lan sighed at the same time, and while pushing the mahjong tiles into the table, they said to themselves that they can play whatever they want by checking the tiles.
They didn't take the fact that Meng Huo won the card for the first time in their hearts, they just regarded it as good luck during the novice protection period.
As a result, out of the next seven hands, five were won by Meng Huo, and two by Joan. They didn't even touch the edge of winning.
Joan looked at the ashen faces of the director and screenwriter, swallowed, and gave Meng Huo a wink.
What they play is not only cards, but also people's sophistication!
In the eighth round, Meng Huo still didn't receive the wink from her.
"Win again!" Meng Huo blurted out with sparkling eyes, "Teacher Lu is amazing."
An Lan's expression froze, similar words awakened her memory across time and space.
Memories of the dead suddenly began to attack her.
An Lan finally remembered why the two of them had never played cards with Lu Xinghuai again for so many years.
At the beginning, they bullied Lu Xinghuai who was young and had never played mahjong, so they took the initiative to teach him to give them a companion.
As a result, except for the first three rounds where Lu Xinghuai lost more than he won, no matter how he played, they would be rubbed against the ground by Lu Xinghuai.
The worst thing is that Lu Xinghuai can figure out what cards they are waiting for, he would rather lose the cards in his hands than consume them, the last time is a draw and the game will be reopened.
An Lan was silent for a while.
Lu Xinghuai killed their biggest hobby. When they were filming that movie, An Lan and Ji Ming got annoyed when they saw mahjong. They had no choice but to write the script when they went back to the hotel every day.
Over the years, they have long since lost their vigilance against this terrible man.
Fortunately, she found her way back early.
An Lan stood up with her forehead supported, she looked at Ji Ming, frantically gave hints with winks, and said in a tired voice
"I'm a little tired, why don't I call here today."
Ji Ming was so excited that he didn't pay attention to An Lan's eyes at all. He was determined not to win a game and never give up.
"...Then you have a good rest, Xinghuai, you come and fight."
An Lan: "..."
An Lan walked back to the room with tired steps.
No rest.
She's inspired and emotional right now.
Hate, anger and regret.
She should go back and change the script.
After An Lan left, Ji Ming was gearing up for a big fight!
Without Lu Xinghuai teaching him, Meng Huo was a little uneasy at first, but in the next few games, his luck was still very good, he did whatever he wanted, every time the Emperor of Europe came, even if he didn't win, it was Lu Xinghuai who played the cards.
As happy as you win.
When Meng Huo was happy, Ji Ming almost doubted his life.
He has played poker all his life, and he knows how to do the math, but it's not as good as the sky. The good luck on this table seems to have all run to the opposite side.
Whether it was drawing cards or playing out, Lu Xinghuai's expression was indifferent, and he couldn't see any unnecessary emotions. Even if he played cards, he was so calm and composed.
He casually glanced at the card pool, and calculated the probability of each type of card that Ji Ming wanted to play in real time. While pressing Ji Ming, he quietly fed cards to the next player.
Lu Xinghuai glanced down at his watch, and before he knew it, he had been playing for three hours, and the hour hand pointed to 11, so it was almost 23 o'clock.
Lu Xinghuai glanced at the energetic young man from the corner of his eye, and said to Ji Ming unhurriedly: "Director, I think everyone is sleepy, let's leave."
Lu Xinghuai made a gesture to break up the cards, and the old gambler was impatient.
"Hey, the last one, the last one!"
His fingertips tapped the edge of the table lightly.
"That's fine, but I haven't placed a bet all night. Let's bet something for the last hand."
At this point in time, no matter what Lu Xinghuai bet on, Ji Ming would agree.
"How much to bet? Tell me."
Lu Xinghuai lightly hooked the corners of his lips.
"Gambling is a bit vulgar. Besides, you don't need that."
Ji Ming took a deep breath.
"Then tell me, what are you betting on?"
Lu Xinghuai raised his eyes and spoke casually.
"Bet on whether this movie will be released next year."
Meng Huo and Joan suddenly opened their eyes wide, looked at each other, and exchanged glances.
Previously, Ji Mingâs record for the shortest filming time was one year and nine months. âThe Bucket Listâ has only been launched for two months and will be released next year. Is this the pace to break the record?!
Both Meng Huo and Joan thought it was impossible for Ji Ming to agree.
Ji Ming's face froze.
He also remembered.
The reason why the movie with Lu Xinghuai was able to wrap up so quickly was because, after more than half a year of work stoppage, when he returned to the set, he and An Lan taught Lu Xinghuai how to play cards. After only three days of playing, Lu Xinghuai made the same bet with him.He had to grit his teeth to overcome his lazy and procrastinating human nature.
Ji Ming couldn't believe that after so many years, his luck was still so bad!
"Okay! I'll bet with you!", Ji Ming gritted his teeth and said loudly.
Fifteen minutes later.
"Nonsense!"
The first one to win was not Meng Huo, not Lu Xinghuai, but Joan.
Meng Huo squeezed the second cake that he deliberately didn't type out in his hand, and looked at Joan worriedly.
Such a wicked thing, of course, should be handed over to Lu Xinghuai!
This kid doesn't understand the world at all!
Ji Ming looked at the mahjong machine that swallowed the cards, completely numb.
After Joan got excited, she became terrified in hindsight, and slipped back into the room with any excuse.
Lu Xinghuai squeezed Meng Huo's hand under the table, then stood up.
"Then we're leaving too, director, please rest well."
Meng Huo bowed to the director, and walked out of the room worriedly.
The director's face was pale, and he felt like he was going to fall ill.
They didn't take the elevator, they took the stairs down.
Meng Huo walked slowly on purpose, and finally met each other. He was afraid that if he walked too fast, Lu Xinghuai would leave again.
It's so late, Lu Xinghuai doesn't intend to leave yet, he probably will stay for one night before leaving.
Meng Huo casually brought up a topic and asked him, "Which room do you live in?"
There was no security surveillance in the corridor, so Lu Xinghuai squeezed Meng Huo's fingers and raised his eyebrows frivolously: "Go and see?"
Meng Huo didn't understand at all and nodded.
"OK."
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Huai turned his face away and couldn't help laughing.
The little boyfriend really didn't have any defense against him.
Lu Xinghuai sent Meng Huo to the door of the room.
"I only reserved a room for Xiao Li, there is no place for me to sleep." Lu Xinghuai looked at him with a smile and said.
Meng Huo was taken aback.
That night Lu Xinghuai...
Thin white fingertips reached into his trousers pocket to get the room card, and rubbed against him intentionally or unintentionally through the thin fabric.
Lu Xinghuai leaned over, circled him on the door, sandwiched the room card and gently "dripped" on the doorknob behind his waist.
Lu Xinghuai's voice was slightly hoarse as his thin lips rubbed his earlobe lightly.
"...can I go in?"