the next day.

There is a thin layer of snow on the ground outside the villa yard.

The light snow that fell in the early morning came quietly while everyone was sleeping. After dawn, the light snowflakes were still falling. Chen Jiahui, who had gotten up early to pack up the quilt on the floor and put it in the cupboard, was wearing a down jacket and was washing across the bathroom.

Through the glass, I saw snowflakes falling all over the sky.

He was stunned for a moment.

Then.

He threw down his toothbrush and ran downstairs quickly.

Standing in the yard, he looked up at the gloomy sky, and cool snowflakes fell on his face.

Chen Jiahui took a deep breath.

This is the first snow he has seen here. Somewhat unexpectedly, the little boy Yuan, who was dressed by Aunt Chen, is wearing a cold hat embroidered with a pattern that looks like a cat, but not a cat, or a tiger, but not a tiger.

, those big, bright eyes saw Chen Jiahui standing in the yard and ran over slowly.

Elderly people have a special characteristic when it comes to dressing their children.

Even though Director Zhou bought tens of thousands of dollars worth of clothes for Xiao Ziyuan, which were extremely effective in keeping out the cold, Xiao Ziyuan, who slept with her last night, was still covered in one piece after another by her.

Even the act of bending down to grab the snow was extremely difficult.

She finally grabbed a handful of snow without kneading it into a ball, and actually threw it at Chen Jiahui. As soon as she threw it, it was blown back by the cold wind, causing all the snowflakes on her head and young face. But the little girl

Maybe he was a little silly, not crying or making trouble, but when the snowflakes fell into his neck, his little body actually shivered with the cold.

When Chen Jiahui saw this, he quickly came over and pulled her collar open, intending to brush the snowflakes away.

"melted"

The little girl stood on the snow and said something innocently.

"hehe"

Chen Jiahui laughed twice and took her little hand to the door of the villa, leaving two sets of footprints, one large and one small, behind them.

Maybe it's because the weather is too cold, the bed is too hot, and knowing that Chen Jiahui's scene was finished yesterday, Zhou Changwu is still sleeping in the room until now.

As for Director Zhou.

When Chen Jiahui ran downstairs, she was woken up by the sound of footsteps. She originally planned to get up and rush to the crew to film, but after seeing it was snowing today, she lay back down.

no way.

All her scenes in "Crazy for Love" were performed in summer and spring.

She couldn't take pictures of the heavy snow even if she wanted to, so while she was lying back on the bed, she called the assistant director and asked him to inform them to stop filming for the day. The main reason was that the snow was still falling. If it stopped, what would happen?

If the studio can be cleaned and the actors wear short-sleeved long skirts, it will be a perfect summer scene.

But it was snowing so we couldn't shoot. The scenes these days were all on location, and every shot was covered in snowflakes.

If the crew stops work for a day, the loss will be at least 200,000 yuan. It is estimated that if the snow falls for a few more days, her production will have to overrun the budget again.

But this is not a big problem for Director Zhou.

It has been so many years since she graduated from the directing department, but she has never made money based on her own ability. When she is short of money, it is just a matter of words, so it doesn't matter how many days it snows, even if it snows for a month and a half, it will only catch her father.

Just gather more wool, after all, snow can be classified as a "force majeure factor".

Investors will already understand.

With this idea in mind, she slept very comfortably until early ten o'clock.

After stretching, Director Zhou slowly got up from the bed. Not to mention waking up early and staying late for two or three months, he suddenly slept for a few more hours to wash away the fatigue during this period. When he returned to his bedroom, Director Zhou saw his sister.

I was also sleeping in, with my head covered by the quilt, and my waterfall-like long hair was spread on the head of the bed as messy as waterweed.

He turned and looked out the window.

Director Zhou hesitated for a moment, then finally put down the clothes in his hands, took off his slippers, lifted up the quilt that his sister was wrapped in, and got in again.

"Um"

Just lay back on the bed.

Zhou Dao breathed out a comfortable and pleasant sound.

She is not a lazy person, but the quilt in the snow is like a fatal attraction, consuming people's willpower all the time, and even Director Zhou is not immune.

actually.

There is not much difference between people except for their positions and the material and spiritual supplies they enjoy.

As for directors and actors, behind their glamorous careers in the eyes of the audience, they also have lives that are no different from ordinary people.

similar.

When not working, I like to sleep in and play with my mobile phone, but I don’t like watching movies and TV series. This is just like singers who generally don’t like listening to music. In short, they don’t like that line of work very much.

Unless it’s purposeful, like if you heard that someone’s play is good or that song is good, check it out and listen to it.

By the time the sisters had had enough sleep, it was already noon.

The snow is still falling outside, and there are two snowmen built by Chen Jiahui and Xiao Ziyuan in the yard.

certainly.

The physical work of shoveling snow was naturally done by Chen Jiahui. Xiao Ziyuan used a carrot to put a nose on the snowman, and according to Chen Jiahui's request, he used two grapes to make eyes. The last mouth was made of twigs, looking at his own

A masterpiece, the almost five-year-old boy Yuan burst into laughter like a silver bell.

When he saw Director Zhou and his aunt coming downstairs, he quickly dragged them over to take a look.

For this reason, Zhou Changwu even took out her mobile phone and asked her to stand between the two little snowmen and take a photo. However, she was not a photographer after all, so the results of the photos were not very good. Director Zhou, a professional director,

The few photos I took were pretty good.

It's a pity that this is good but only for ordinary people. If you use the status of a professional director to measure these photos, they are indeed below the standard.

From this we can see that Director Zhou’s handheld skills are really average.

Maybe.

A director may not necessarily produce good works, but a professional director's photography skills are definitely better than 99% of photographers.

Because to be a director, you must understand aesthetic symmetry.

"What do you mean!?"

Hearing Chen Jiahui sigh, Director Zhou's originally good mood suddenly disappeared. She said angrily, "You worked all night last night, aren't you satisfied!?"

After saying this.

Director Zhou looked at his sister.

Sure enough, Zhou Changwu, who was not in a very high mood at first, snorted coldly and turned around to leave.

"You are not suitable for filming"

Chen Jiahui naturally knew that she was telling her sister-in-law.

Chen Jiahui felt a little dumbfounded when he thought of Director Zhou making that miserable cry alone after he ignored her last night.

estimate.

Director Zhou will never be able to be a voice actor in his life.

The scream was so miserable, it was not a sex scene, but a pig killing scene.

But by calling her this way, it seemed like she was proving that she was very powerful, comparable to Iron Man.

"You suit"

As soon as he got up, his professionalism was questioned. Director Zhou's face blended with the sky and became very gloomy. Chen Jiahui said nothing.

Instead, he took the phone from her hand, opened the camera and adjusted the aperture and focus. Then Chen Jiahui looked at the sky and adjusted the color saturation to 68%.

Squatting down, Director Zhou was confused and asked Ziyuan to grab a handful of snow and throw it up.

Chen Jiahui did not directly press the photo button. He waited for a few seconds. At a certain moment, his eyes lit up, as if he had captured the picture he wanted.

The sound of photo imaging sounded.

After taking the photo, Chen Jiahui returned the phone to Director Zhou, took the little boy Yuan and ran towards the living room on the first floor.

Director Zhou looked down.
Chapter completed!