In the afternoon, the shooting officially began.

The girl sat by the window and opened the letter gently.

"To you dear

See the letter face to face.

I lost sleep again last night. The recent weather is gloomy and makes people feel a little gloomy

I miss you very much. I heard that you recently opened a flower shop. Can you give me your favorite flower?

Love you, Mr. Z "

The girl read the letter with a focused look, and a faint blush appeared on her face.

She unscrewed the ink bottle, picked up the exquisite goose feather pen on the table, bent over and dropped a line of writing on the paper.

"Stop," Qi Yi suddenly said, "Wen Xiao, you should straighten up and don't do your homework like a child... This role is the epitome of French romanticism, and your behavior should be elegant."

Wen Xiao bit his lips in embarrassment and straightened up to pose as he thought he was very elegant.

"It's not like this..." Qi Yi was amused by the posture of her junior high school students taking notes in class. He went to Wen Xiao, straightened her shoulder and helped her position her arm with hands. "Imagine the look of French aristocrats, the feeling of ballet, straightening her neck... Yes, that's it."

Wen Xiao smiled gratefully at him.

Qi Zhan stood watching, his lips pursed gently, and his face was dark.

Wen Xiao finally finished the letter with a quill pen and went to another room to see Qi Yi shoot the same story.

The other room was decorated with a simple black-and-white wind. The man sat at the table, holding a pen in his hand and looking at the letter in his hand with a warm look.

The sun came in through the French window, the man's warm side face was clear, and his eyes were warm.

He took a lavender from the envelope, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently. The smile on his face became warmer and warmer.

He moved his hand with a pen on the paper, looking very serious.

Wen Xiao looked at Qi Yi's tall and straight posture and couldn't help sighing.

"There are such people in the world," Wen Xiao said sincerely. "Even if they have a good face, they have such a good temperament."

Qi Zhan leaned against the bookshelf and paused. He had no words, but his dark eyes became more and more profound.

Wen Xiao ignored the air conditioning on the man beside her. She focused on watching Qi Yi filming, and only had a strong sense of appreciation in her heart.

She really thinks Qi Yi is great.

It is not easy to resist the temptation of the floating world and concentrate on being an actor close to an artist.

She can see that Qi Yi regards acting as his whole. He is tolerant and seems to have no own character. His characteristics only exist in the script. He is what the script needs him to be.

She asked herself that she could not do this, so she respected Qi Yi from the bottom of her heart.

The reason why she always said how good Qi Yi was in front of Qi Zhan was that she wanted to stimulate Qi Zhan.

He always forbear to say it. The two people have been getting along like a wall. Therefore, the first step to repair the relationship is to let him speak out his thoughts frankly.

Although he looks like this, he still only knows he's holding it

When the indoor plot was finished, it was already late at night. The photography team yawned and went to sleep. However, the team members of editing and image processing had just got up from bed and began to work in high spirits.