Please Smile at Me

It has been more than two weeks since the filming, and Zhao Qingying has gradually adapted to the crew. The director is very strict and often has to constantly NG in a scene, but in private, his personality is quite gentle, but this kind of talent is scary. Once angry, it will make people angry. cold.

So far, there is no one who has not been scolded by him, even the male and female protagonists still scold him, but Zhao Qingying is the only one who has a thick skin.

Every time she is scolded, she is very energetic and can even eat an extra bowl of rice.

Wang Jianshuo once asked her specifically: "Are you not afraid, or does it not matter?"

Zhao Qingying bit the apple in her mouth and laughed: "I'm used to it. My dad's personality is similar to his, so I'm not afraid, and I feel very kind. Besides, it's pretty good to get a personal review from Director Yu." The directors I worked with in the past were eager to praise me, so it was difficult to find my own flaws."

"It seems that you are really happy."

"Of course, I really envy you. This is the third play you have collaborated with Director Yu, right?"

"Yes." Wang Jianshuo nodded, glanced casually from the corner of the eye, and suddenly looked to the side, "Director Yu?"

Zhao Qingying's hands froze, and she looked back in embarrassment: "Yu, Director Yu."

Yu Zhengqing walked over calmly, and looked at the demented Zhao Qingying: "Why are you stuttering, didn't you speak up just now?"

Zhao Qingying closed her mouth, quickly finished chewing the pulp in her mouth, and looked up at the sky: "Heh...heh, look, there is a handjob!"

Wang Jianshuo: "..."

Yu Zhengqing: "..."

Yu Zhengqing glared at her: "If you have time, communicate with Zhang Yingying more. Aren't you classmates? If you have nothing to do, learn how to film with her."

Zhao Qingying nodded obediently with her eyebrows lowered.

Yu Zhengqing took two steps forward, stopped suddenly, turned around and said, "The scene in the afternoon was well done."

Zhao Qingying froze for a moment, watched him go away, and looked at Wang Jianshuo in surprise: "Did Director Yu praise me just now?!"

"Yes, congratulations." Wang Jianshuo smiled, and found that Zhao Qingying was different from the rumors, which was quite interesting, "But you can indeed learn from Zhang Yingying, she still has great insights into character creation."

"However, I also have an opinion about my role," she said.

"No, you just paid attention to the role you play. Not only that, but she also pays attention to the transition between other actors and roles, as well as the points where the roles collide with each other." Wang Jianshuo paused, seeing that she half understood , explained patiently, "For example, the role you played Jiang Jinyue even marked her thoughts on Jiang Jinyue in her script, so as to construct a corresponding role in her mind..."

Zhao Qingying's eyes widened slightly: "Is she so powerful?"

"Otherwise, how do you think she got the title of actress?" Wang Jianshuo said with a smile, "Many people want to cooperate with her, not only because of her name, but also because of the ease of cooperation."

"I understand! Thank you, Brother Wang, I will go to her now to have a good communication."

"Go." Wang Jianshuo nodded.

Zhao Qingying turned around and ran, stopped in Zhang Yingying's lounge, was about to knock on the door, suddenly paused, her hands froze in mid-air.

I don't know if it was her illusion, she always felt that Zhang Yingying was avoiding her. In the first few days of filming, she would go to chat with Zhang Yingying if she had nothing to do, but the other party was obviously perfunctory and unwilling to chat.

She thought that the two of them had opened up the gap, but she didn't expect that the other party pushed her away inexplicably.

She took a deep breath and knocked **** the door: "Open the door, open the door."

After a while, the door opened, and Zhang Yingying looked at her in surprise: "What's the matter?"

"Do you have time? I want to talk to you about the play."

Zhang Yingying's face was as usual, and she was silent for a long time.

Zhao Qingying pursed her lips: "If it bothers you, forget it, then..."

"Come in." Zhang Yingying pushed open the door and went back to the room first.

Zhao Qingying was overjoyed and followed. There was a script on the table. She picked it up and looked at it, and it was densely packed. She sighed sincerely: "It's pretty good."

Sitting opposite her, Zhang Yingying asked lightly, "What do you want to talk about?"

"As for the role, do you think I fit the Jiang Jinyue you imagined?"

Zhang Yingying looked at her intently: "Ask yourself, you are not sure, how can others believe that you are Jiang Jinyue?"

"Of course I am sure." Zhao Qingying replied hastily, "I just want to hear your opinion."

Zhang Yingying thought for a moment, then suddenly asked another question: "Are we friends?"

Zhao Qingying frowned suddenly: "Why, you don't want to tell me if you are not a friend? Or do you want to draw a line with me?"

"No, I mean..." Zhang Yingying looked directly at her, "Will we always be friends?"

"It depends on you, anyway, I have always regarded you as a friend, except when you are annoying." Zhao Qingying said carelessly.

Zhang Yingying looked down at the script and couldn't see any emotions. After a long time, he raised his head again and said calmly: "Okay, we will be friends, that's enough."

"Then can we talk about the show?"

"Can."

"Great."

After that, the filming gradually improved. Not only did Director Yu give advice, but also Zhang Yingying and Wang Jianshuo gave pointers.

When immersed in the process of filming, I often forget the troubles, such as her unclear love, I don't have much time to think carefully, so I can only go all out in the filming.

Unknowingly, it has entered midsummer and June.

She was having lunch with several leading actors, and while discussing the play, the alarm clock suddenly rang. Picking it up and looking at it, it was a calendar reminder, and I couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

Seeing that she was like a log, Zhang Yingying wondered, "Why, bankrupt?"

"No..." Zhao Qingying blinked, stared at the phone complicatedly for a while, then shrugged, "Tomorrow is my friend's birthday."

Wang Jianshuo asked: "A very important friend? Is it from our circle?"

Zhao Qingying scratched her head, glanced at Zhang Yingying who was eating with her head down, looked around again, and said, "Outside the circle."

"I also make special memos. It seems that we are very good friends. But when we are busy in this business, let alone friends' birthdays, even family members and myself may not remember them." Wang Jianshuo said, and began to recall My past on the set.

Zhao Qingying continued to eat absently.

Secretary Jiang took the document and knocked on the door, only to hear a voice from inside: "Come in."

Pushing open the door, Yu Shu lazily sat up straight from the table and yawned: "What's the matter?"

"The personnel department would like to ask if we want to hold a birthday party tomorrow?"

"No need." Yu Shu quickly refused, took the document in her hand and signed it, then looked at the time, "Last night's matter is settled, is there anything else important this afternoon?"

"No more, Mr. Yu, why don't you go back to rest and give yourself a vacation tomorrow?"

"One night is enough." Yu Shu was so sleepy, she stayed up late last night, took out the car key and threw it to Secretary Jiang, "You see me off, I'll go back to rest, lying here won't affect you well."

"it is good."

I went home and took a comfortable bath. I slept from the afternoon until the next morning, until I was woken up by my grandma's phone call.

"Hey, Xiaoshu, happy birthday." Grandpa and grandma said together at the other end.

She sat up with a smile: "Thank you."

"Are you still working today?"

"Going on." She got up while answering the phone.

"Oh, it's a rare birthday, let's take a day off."

"There's nothing to do to rest."

The other end of the phone kept telling her to pay attention to her health, she nodded and chatted with her grandparents for more than half an hour before ending. After looking at it for a while, it was already past eight o'clock. After putting on lipstick, her complexion suddenly became brighter, and then she went out with satisfaction.

When he just walked into the company gate, the little girl at the front desk called her excitedly, her eyes lit up: "Mr. Yu, I have something for you."

"What?" She took a closer look and saw a large bouquet of roses on the table, "You gave it to me?"

"No, no." The front desk immediately shook his head and handed the card to her, "Mr. Zhao sent it."

She glanced at it hastily, and said calmly, "Let it go to you."

The employees greeted her along the way, and she nodded all the way until her neck became sore.

When passing by Li Cen's office, he went straight in.

As soon as Li Cen raised his head, he threw the box on the table over, she caught it firmly, turned around and walked out.

No one made a sound during the whole process, but the tacit understanding for so many years is not for bragging.

She weighed the box and began to unwrap the presents after returning to the office. The gift is a silver necklace, and the pendant is a crystal swan, but if you look closely, you will find that there is a mystery inside.

She pulled it out lightly, and only smiled when she saw the familiar U disk socket hidden inside.

After working for a while, she stretched and thought about going out for some activities, so she went out to get a cup of coffee. When I came back, I saw many people staring at the door of my office.

She followed and saw the front desk standing at the door with another bunch of pink roses in her hands.

She frowned: "Why did you bring it up?"

The front desk explained: "It's a different person this time."

Yu Shu took the card she handed over. The signature on it was not Zhao Qian, but the little fairy of the Zhao family.

"..."

"What are you looking at, why don't you hurry to work." She glanced around, and seeing everyone turned their heads back, she motioned to the front desk to put the flowers in.

"Wow, Mr. Yu, is spring here? Who is the suitor?"

Li Cen walked out of the office at some point, and stood in the distance teasing, the volume was not low, and all the employees were laughing.

"Is President Li so free?"

Li Cen joked: "I'm taking some time to care about our single president who is over 30 years old."

Yu Shu: ...

Over thirty? ? ?

Come here, I can't beat you to death!

Just when the battlefield was about to explode, a strange voice interrupted them: "Hello, who is Miss Yu Shu?"

Everyone looked and saw a takeaway boy standing at the door, holding a small round box in his hand.

"It's me." Yu Shu said.

The little brother immediately passed the thing in his hand: "This is your cake, by the way, I wish you a happy birthday."

Yu Shu: "...Thank you."

Please remove you, thank you.

She glanced at the takeaway list, and it was exactly the same as the last message request: Please, brother, deliver it to the recipient by hand! Remember to say happy birthday to her, okay!

"Hurry up and work." She ordered calmly, turned and entered the office.

"Yo yo yo, Mr. Yu is shy." Li Cen took the lead in booing, and the employees all yelled, "Yo yo~~"

Mr. Yu turned a deaf ear, put the things away, and continued to work...

That is impossible.

Not long after, more than a dozen takeaway guys came in one after another, bringing in different cakes...

Looking at the cakes on the table, she reluctantly called Zhao Qingying.

As soon as the other side connected, he said very quickly: "hello, did you receive the cake? I don't know which flavor you like, so I bought them all, and I can share them with my colleagues. The cake is not expensive. Don’t feel burdened! I really don’t know what to give.”

Yu Shu smiled silently: "Well, thank you."

"You're welcome, hehehe, as long as you like it. Ah, let's not talk about it, I'm going to continue filming soon, bye, okay?"

The entire call took no more than two minutes, and there was no time for a chat, but my heart became inexplicably lighter.

At lunch, many takeaways came to deliver the caring lunch, and she took out all the extra dishes to share with colleagues.

An employee gossiped and asked her, "Is Mr. Yu in love?"

"No."

"Who cares about you so much? You usually don't accept things from suitors."

Yu Shu paused: "It's a friend."

"Hey~ We don't think it's the same."