soul collector

In the tenth year of Jiang Qiao's directorship, Tang Xiu, who has filmed four TV dramas in a row since Tang Xiu left the industry, finally managed a new IP with a leading male lead.

"My Blood Xuanyuan" is a historical film with an extremely heroic male protagonist. The only male protagonist Jiang Qiao chose this time is Gu Sihuan, who has been occupying the top traffic list after being drafted a few years ago.The second male villain is Zhang Zhongzhong, who Jiang Qiao has been using for the past few years and has already used it very well.

Director Jiang, 32 years old, has he become milder?Will you be more inclusive when directing?Will the actors like him more?

nonexistent.

His temper is bigger than ever.

In the past, Jiang Qiao's scolding made people frightened mainly because of his straightforwardness and loud voice, but now Jiang Qiao's hurting people can really hurt people to the bone, and can hurt others who have just been cultivated. All the complacency of the big guy was shattered.

"Card!"

The whole crew was silent.

"Gu Sihuan, are you out of your mind?!"

Gu Sihuan, who was kneeling on the green cloth of the scene, trembled, and his legs felt weak when he stood up, so he rubbed his knees on the ground and changed direction, kneeling towards Jiangqiao.

"Director, what's wrong?"

"What's the matter?" Jiang Qiao laughed back angrily, rolled the script into a paper tube and held it in his hand, striding towards him.

Gu Sihuan looked at the man's aggressive look, and felt that Jiang Qiao would cut him to death with a paper tube.

But he quickly thought again, no, no, Director Jiang has a bad reputation, but he hasn't hit any actor yet...

Snapped!

Gu Sihuan was stunned by the crisp sound above his head.

It hurts, it doesn't hurt at all.Loud, really loud.

Jiang Qiao's face darkened like Bao Gong's, "Let me ask you, I asked you to think about this mirror scene yesterday, did you think about it?"

"Uh..." Gu Sihuan felt guilty and subconsciously bit her lips. Before the lie could be made up, Jiang Qiao had already sneered.

"Do you feel that you are in a very high position now? I am looking for you for Jiangqiao's historical film, and you are shooting a commercial film while eating popcorn for 19 yuan and eight tickets? Rap sings and dances well. Boom, don’t you need to think about the play? If you don’t know how to think about it, don’t come to my play, just pack your bags and get back on your stage. It just happens to be a place where you don’t need to use your brain. Practice thousands of times. With muscle memory, you will be the number one robot in the universe as soon as the music hits!"

The whole crew was dead silent, Zhang Zhongzhong next to him trembled when he heard it, and Gu Sihuan had a playful smile at first, so he wanted to sue someone and let him go, but he didn't expect Jiang Qiao to open his mouth so deeply.

"Director, don't be angry, I just flew back last night and was too tired..."

"There are artists who spend their lives working all over the street. You are the first one who dares to use this as an excuse to prevaricate me." Jiang Qiao's eyes widened, and the veins on his forehead popped up, enough to see his genuine anger.He threw the script rolled into a paper tube to the ground, and said, "I'm too old to be useful, even someone like you is chosen as the protagonist, I..."

Ding dong ding dong - ding dong dong -

Suddenly, the phone rang in the pocket of his trousers.

Jiang Qiao swallowed the truckload of swear words that were already on his lips, and the hearts of the entire crew were suspended. He hesitated for a moment, stopped talking temporarily, and took out his phone from his pocket to look at the screen.

——Then, a shocking scene happened.

Jiang Qiao left Gu Sihuan, who was half scolded, on the spot, walked quickly to a place where no one was around, and answered the phone impatiently.

Everyone could only hear half of the sentence clearly.

——"Are you leaving?"

It's "la", you heard me right.

The entire production crew added up, and it was just like a pack of emoticons with confused faces.

On the contrary, the assistant who had been following Jiang Qiao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hand, and said to Gu Sihuan, "Get up, stop kneeling, it's okay."

"What's all right?" Gu Sihuan was still in shock, beads of sweat still hanging on his temples.

"Heavenly Soldier, saved you, take a good look at the script and let Director Jiang go to other things quickly after filming."

After hearing this, Gu Sihuan's assistant quickly came over to help him up. Gu Sihuan's mind was buzzing, and he lost the ability to think about human nature and behavior at all. He could only obediently read the script hard, and all the remaining brain operations were focused on the script. superior.

Two minutes later, Jiang Qiao came back, waved his hand, and did it again.

After 5 minutes, Jiang Qiao watched the replay and said, "Let's do this for now. If you feel that it doesn't work, you can make it up later. Everyone has worked hard today, so let's break up."

In the face of confusion again, Jiang Qiao took out the car keys from his pocket and walked straight to the parking lot in a hurry.

Two hours later, Jiang Qiao, who had just experienced the tragic evening rush hour traffic jam but showed no signs of displeasure, appeared in the arrival hall of the airport with a happy face.

As soon as he entered the hall, he saw the screams of a group of girls not far away. He looked into the crowd, and there was indeed a familiar figure at the other end of the passage.

Tang Xiu was wearing a long gray windbreaker, a black baseball cap and a black mask, and walked quickly with his head bowed.

Today, he looked a little tired, and he didn't linger too much after being recognized by passing fans, he just walked out quickly.

Jiang Qiao went up to meet him, pulled the trolley case in his hand to his hand, and said in a low voice, "What's the matter, baby, have you caught a cold again?"

"Yeah." Tang Xiu's breathing was rough and his voice was hoarse. He quickly glanced at Jiang Qiao and then lowered his head, "There are fans, so don't be too public."

"It's okay." Jiang Qiao simply turned his head and waved at the girls who came up, explaining, "Hello, I'll invite him to my crew to teach the newcomers some experience."

"Oh——" the fans nodded cooperatively, as if they had suddenly realized.

"All of you should leave. Those who pick up people are picked up, those who are in a daze are in a daze. Don't make too much noise." Jiang Qiao lowered his voice, "He's not comfortable flying long distances."

"Oh." The fans immediately nodded obediently, "Take care of your ancestors, Director Jiang."

"understand."

Jiang Qiao looked around and found no suspicious cameras, so he protected Tang Xiu and walked quickly to the elevator leading to the garage.

As soon as the elevator door closed, Tang Xiu took off his mask silently, his nose was red on his pale face.

Jiang Qiao groaned, his heart ached, and he immediately took out a silky handkerchief from his pocket, rubbed Tang Xiu's nose lightly, and said in a low voice, "What's wrong, allergies?"

"En." Tang Xiu's voice was also strange, "The humidity in the forest is too high, and it's stuffy, but the main reason is that my personal immunity has declined."

"The air quality in this world is poor. People like you who enjoy the aura of heaven and earth can't bear it." Jiang Qiao sighed, hugged Tang Xiu slowly, and lowered his head to rub his nose against his ancestor's furry hair. He said: "What should I do? I have installed an air filtration system at home, but I can still come into contact with the haze when I go out."

"fine."

"If I don't finish filming this movie, I'll quit. Let's go to a village in Europe to stay, and let's live this life in peace."

Tang Xiu smiled, "Forget it, just stay at home for a while, what are you doing so far away?"

Jiang Qiao was silent. You said that you just walked for two months with the younger generation to collect souls, ran to the deep mountains and old forests of South America, and left Xiaoxiu and me at home with a dog.

Tang Xiu suddenly looked back at him, "What are you thinking?"

Jiang Qiao shook his head naturally, and said calmly, "I'm thinking that my baby is finally back. It's so good to be back."

Tang Xiu smiled, "It's getting more and more disgusting."

The elevator door opened, and there were a few people here and there in the parking lot. Jiang Qiao lowered his voice and whispered in his ear: "The life of a bachelor is too difficult. If you don't come back, I will go crazy."

Tang Xiu smiled as he followed Jiang Qiao to the parking place, "I believe that. Your assistant just sent me a text message. I heard that you had a big fire on the set today?"

When Jiang Qiao was mentioned, his expression was a bit ugly, "Nowadays, the high-ranking niche students are more shameful than the other. I don't know how to cherish such a good opportunity. That Gu Sihuan, thanks to the fact that some people like him as the favorite child of the seniors, Ai Wu and Wu, there is no pressure at all." Be conscious."

The car rang twice, Jiang Qiao opened the co-pilot's door for Tang Xiu, the ancestor sat in with a smile and said, "It just so happens that senior is here, give him some guidance."

Jiang Qiao's face froze when he heard this, "Guide what? What kind of qualifications does he have, how dare he work hard on my baby?"

Tang Xiu looked at him eagerly, "It's almost done, just the two of us, who will show our affection?"

Jiangqiao just got into the car, turned around, touched the back of the ancestor's head and kissed him on the forehead, and said in a low voice, "If you don't show affection, I just miss you."

"Yeah." Tang Xiu lowered his eyes, "I can feel it."

"What about you? Do you miss me?"

"Ah."

"What do you mean?"

There were only two people in the car, and someone seemed to have thicker skin in the confined space.

Tang Xiu looked at Jiang Qiao helplessly, and sure enough, he saw that he was looking at him innocently with wide eyes, eyes full of anticipation.

The old ancestor narrowed his eyes, "How long have we been together?"

"One thousand two hundred days."

"Oh." Tang Xiu nodded, "Those who didn't know thought they were together yesterday."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Qiao started the engine and sang softly, "Time goes by, I love you as before..."

Old ancestor, "..."

On the way back, there was another traffic jam, but Jiang Qiao was in a good mood. He lowered the glass window and hummed a song while blowing the hot and bald southern summer evening wind. The co-pilot's eyes were half-closed, the city's noisy traffic accompanied by someone's soft humming, and his consciousness swung back to thousands of years ago for a while, and then back to reality for a while.

In fact, he hasn't had a good time in the past two months. It's not that he's really used to enjoying life and isn't used to going out to trek mountains and rivers. It's just that he doesn't have a guy by his side, and he feels bad all over.

In the past tens of millions of years of bachelor life, how did they come here?

Tang Xiu himself didn't dare to think about it.

Feeling dizzy, I don't know how long it took, the car stopped suddenly, Tang Xiu opened his eyes, and went outside the familiar crew again.

Jiang Qiao stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and then leaned over to kiss him again, and said softly, "Maybe I still have a low fever, I asked my assistant to prepare porridge in the room, and bought medicine , let's go back to sleep, shall we?"

Tang Xiu hummed, got out of the car slowly, heard two beeps, Jiang Qiao locked the car, and then came over to hug him subconsciously.

Tang Xiu hid for a while, and said in a low voice: "There are too many people in the crew, don't go too far."

Jiang Qiao pouted, "It doesn't matter."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a figure suddenly walking out of the dormitory building in the already dark courtyard.

It's Tang Xiu's old friend, Zhang Zhongzhong.