Zheng Haoren said that in fact, in most of the crew, these things will not be sorted out.

Guo Xinlan had bowed her head and saw a shadow under her head in front of her. Then she put down her things and slowly raised her head.

First, he smiled at Zheng Haoren, then wiped the sweat on his forehead, smiled calmly and said, "I'm really an occupational disease. You know, my major in university is visual communication. For some things, I have an inexplicable obsessive-compulsive disorder. I think these things will be messy, but I'm still willing to sort them out."

"No one pays you for sorting these out," Zheng Haoren joked.

Guo Xinlan also smiled: "I don't want to work for money! My life motto has always been 'don't bend down for five bushels of rice!'. In fact, I always think that there are many things in the world that can't be measured by money. I believe you have this feeling, too?"

Zheng Haoren was stunned when he listened to Guo Xinlan's words.

It was a joke, but Guo Xinlan answered so seriously.

"In fact, many people think my idea is too idealistic. I can't go far in this materialistic society. Sooner or later, I will be blinded by these vast mist and lose my heart. Too many people have told me such words, and I will begin to doubt whether I can really insist."

"So ah, when I saw the film shooting this time, I was duty bound to come. I didn't remember the loss regardless of pay. I just wanted to indulge myself again before I entered the big dye vat of society."

Guo Xinlan read it in pieces.

Probably because of the success of filming today. I'm too excited, so I want to talk about these things when I see people.

Zheng Haoren couldn't help thinking about the meaning of Guo Xinlan's words. What can't be measured with money?

That's true, and there's a lot more.

If you take recent events.

I'm afraid it's the script of soul ferry. His script is good enough. If he wants, many people will be willing to invest in his script and be a well-known director, but he chose to use this script to correct the name of Tsinghua.

When making this decision, in fact, it was not all for his sister. More importantly, he felt that it was worth it.

He felt that these teenagers would be kind to their scripts.

Whether the play was good or bad, he thought it was worth it.

When Guo Xinlan saw Zheng Haoren not talking, her fingers shook in front of him: "what's the matter? What are you thinking? In fact, I just asked casually! It doesn't matter if you don't feel like this!"

Zheng Haoren hooked his thin lips and smiled at Guo Xinlan. Then he took the initiative to bend down and sort out the props that Guo Xinlan had not done.

"Come on, let me help you."

Zheng Haoren raised his head and said softly to Guo Xinlan as he sorted out the props.

Guo Xinlan was stunned for a few seconds and then joined Zheng Haoren.

ten minutes later.

Guo Xinlan put her hand on her waist, wiped a sweat on her head, breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and said happily, "sure enough, two people are more efficient. They've sorted it out so soon."

"It seems that now I have the experience of doing things regardless of money." Zheng Haoren joked.

……

Zheng Haoren's home.

Zheng Jing approached Zheng Haoren suspiciously and looked at Zheng Haoren mysteriously.