Sitting in the director's studio, Yuan Hua and Zhao Baogang watched the monitor together. When they were free, Zhao Baogang would give him some advice on what was good about the actors, what was wrong about them, which clip was wonderful, etc.

After a while, he found that although Li Xiaolu was criticized by Zhao Baogang, his acting skills were actually not bad.

Whether it is lines or performance skills, they are a little better than heralds and Wang Luodan.

"Tsk tsk!"

Looking at the filming scenes of Li Xiaolu on the monitor, Yuan Hua couldn't help but sigh that the development of film and television in this era may be much behind ten years later, but the spirit of the actors is many times higher than that.

Even if Li Xiaolu is a big shot, his lines are completely fine and his acting skills are online. Sometimes NG is just the character's emotions are wrong.

Unlike the traffic stars in later generations, they all have a poor line and their lines are not good, and their pay is still expensive, and they are often 30 to 40 million.

In this way, Yuan Hua stayed in the crew for more than twenty days, and he was squatting in the director's studio every day.

While his acting skills are gradually improving, he also recognizes a lot of friends.

The relationship with Tong Dawei, Wang Luodan, and Heralds has been much closer.

"Click, pass!"

"Huazi, it's not bad, there's progress."

"Brother Hua, it's amazing. I almost couldn't catch it just now."

Today, Yuan Hua is rare without NG. He is still acting in a large number of lines. He can pass one by one, and his acting skills can be seen to be improved by the naked eye, which is much better than when he first joined the group.

Tong Dawei and Heralds cheered him one after another.

Yuan Hua was about to say something modest when he suddenly saw Qiu Ya standing outside the venue holding her hands in front of her chest.

"Sorry, I've got something to go there."

He didn't even take off the costumes, and Yuan Hua ran off the court. Fortunately, Director Zhao's acting skills have been much better these days, and when he arrived in front of Qiuya, he had a surprised face.

"Why are you here?"

"Why am I here? If I don't come, I don't know you are filming here. OK, Yuan Hua, how many things have you done behind my back?"

"What does it mean to carry on my back? I have never thought of hiding it, just to give you a surprise."

If Zhao Baogang and Tong Dawei were here, they would be able to see that Yuan Hua's smile was the same as that of Xi Zhonghua.

The tone became softer, Qiu Ya rolled her eyes: "I think it was a frightened, so I'll find a place to talk to you at night."

"No need tonight. I just finished filming today's scene. I can leave now. Wait for me for a few minutes, and I will talk to the director."

The fact that he didn't let him leave immediately shows that Qiuya didn't come for him.

He said to Zhao Baogang that Yuan Hua went to the dressing room to remove makeup, saying it was to remove makeup, but in fact it was to change his clothes.

Struggle is an urban drama, unlike ancient costumes that take a lot of time to remove headbands and remove clothes one by one.

A few minutes later, Yuan Hua and Qiuya came to the side of the road. Before he could take a taxi, Qiuya took out the car key from the LV bag and pressed it. A Mercedes-Benz car headlights not far away responded.

Yuan Hua followed her back toward the car, and said as she walked: "The car is good, but it is not suitable for girls."

"Charlotte bought it two years ago, I'll give it to me a few days later." Opening the car door, Qiuya entered the main driver and saw Yuan Hua sitting in the passenger seat. She opened her mouth and said nothing.

"Charlotte is really stingy enough. I'll give it to you if I don't want it." Yuan Hua felt that it was necessary to remind Qiu Ya: "Has this car been transferred?"

"Isn't his one mine? What kind of household does he live in?"

"That's different. If you don't have a transfer, it's not yours. You can take it back at any time."

Qiuya chuckled: "Please take care of myself, no matter how poor I am, I will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of my life."

Charlotte is smart, she is not stupid either. She has earned millions of dollars over the years. If the two of them break up one day, she will not lose.

"To the left, there is a restaurant on the left." Yuan Hua suddenly said.

Following the place where he fingered, Qiuya parked.

This is a small restaurant, which is inconspicuous at the edge of the street. There is a sign at the gate with the name of the signature dish and the price.

At the unit price of a dish worth ten yuan per dish, some ordinary people are also in and out.

After entering the house and sitting down, Yuan Hua shouted to the busy boss: "Fried goose eggs with green peppers and black fungus, cold cucumbers, braised pork, garlic tender lentils, and another soup."

Qiuya sat opposite her, feeling mixed feelings, and the dishes she ordered were all her favorite.

When they were in high school, the two often went to the near school to go to restaurants, and of course, Yuan Hua paid the bill.

After following Charlotte, she became rich and could afford bird's nest abalone every day, but occasionally when I think back, I can't tell who is better than Yuan Hua or Charlotte.

One of them is love and the other is bread.

Maybe this is youth.

While waiting for the food, Yuan Hua took out a bank card from his wallet and put it in front of Qiuya: "There is 50,000 yuan in the card, which is my salary, and I will give it to you."

The second batch of pay was just released yesterday. If Qiuya had come a few days in advance, he wouldn't be able to get it out.

After not receiving the card, Qiuya sighed: "Why are you? How much does a drama cost? It's not a problem to follow Charlotte to earn one or two million a year."

She thought Yuan Hua had a total salary of 50,000 yuan.

Yuan Hua shook his head: "What others donate is different from what you earn. Now I can earn 50,000, and I can earn 50,000 in the future. But if someone else doesn't give it one day, then nothing will be left."

Looking at the stubborn Yuan Hua, Qiu Ya laughed. Such Yuan Hua was the Yuan Hua she knew at the time.

Yuan Hua struck while the iron was hot and said, "Are you here to sue this time?"

"You did nothing wrong, what crime should I ask?" Qiuya said lightly.

Although Yuan Hua took advantage of the company's convenience when he joined the filming group, he did not delay the company's affairs in the end.

"But I advise you to take care of yourself. If Charlotte knew you were filming, he would not be as good-tempered as me."

Yuan Hua breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't worry, I will give him an explanation from him, but before that I want to ask you to hide it for a while and don't tell him."

Qiuya smiled playfully: "It's OK, how do you thank me?"

Here comes!

Yuan Hua's scalp was numb, and that's what he was afraid of.

Do you really have to devote yourself to art?

He knew exactly what Charlotte had to die. Judging from the final outcome, Qiuya and Yuan Hua were 100% infected with AIDS, and the source of them was Charlotte.

This disease is divided into three ways: mother-child transmission, blood transmission, and applause for love.

I won’t talk about maternal and child transmission. This is genetic and uncontrollable. Blood transmission is not easy to spread. Whoever wants to pick up two mouthfuls of blood in the patient?

The easiest thing to spread is to applaud love, which is how 90% of AIDS patients in society come.

Under the table, Yuan Hua held his thighs tightly, and his heart was roaming.

"Qiuya, I, I..."

He was almost crying, but he looked moved on the surface.

Qiuya gently threw a charming look: "Don't worry, I will help you."

After dinner, Qiuya threw the car keys to Yuan Hua: "Send me back."

"Is Charlotte at home?" Yuan Hua asked weakly, looking forward to Charlotte at home.
Chapter completed!