You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

"Um..." Qing Mang slowed down for a while, and turned his fingers around, thinking about something, whether he should tell Lu Yanmu or not.

"Huh?" Lu Yanmu made a stern face and hummed.

Qing Mang heard this slightly threatening sound, and immediately sat upright, and said very courageously: "If I say you don't be angry."

Lu Yanmu walked to the chair opposite her and sat down, and said faintly, "You said."

Qing Mang looked at him for a long time, and after making sure that his expression was as usual, he said slowly: "I want to learn from Mu Xiao, but I didn't expect to use any method to impress others and let people willingly lead me to learn."

"I wanted to make a short film to prove my abilities. I thought about several plans just now, but they were all denied. My brain hurts and I feel a little bored."

Qingmang sighed faintly, thinking that this question was a bit tricky.

Mu Xiao has always focused on social criticism and reflection, or a strong classical style. Such a technique cannot be photographed without a certain foundation.

She had read one before, and it was about the history of the rise and fall of a family. It was a woman who witnessed the rise and fall of the family.

In that era when men were dominated by men, people who really made mistakes were protected because they were the only seedlings in the family, but they pushed all their faults on women and were criticized to death.

Sadness and ignorance is the first feeling after reading it. But this kind of subject matter will not be welcomed by the market. The current audience only likes a happy ending.

If you want to shoot, it can only be used as a means or subject matter. This story originally makes people feel endlessly desolate. How to shoot with an outsider's attitude is a test method.

Lu Yanmu watched Qingmang’s entangled boredom in his eyes, leaned back in his chair, pressed his eyebrows, and eased his languid mind, and asked indifferently, "Do you want to learn from Mu Xiao?"

"Well, he is a very good director. Although every director has his own style, he shouldn't learn it deliberately, but his style is more in line with my taste. It is estimated that it will be good to have a good master." Qingmang shook the wicker chair and said truthfully.

"Really want to enter the entertainment industry?" Lu Yanmu furrowed his brows, his expression indifferent, and his words brought unnoticeable anxiety.

"Um... I want to make a movie. It's a rare encounter in my life that I like something, and I want to achieve my goal." Qing Mang looked at Lu Yanmu's expression and spoke with consideration.

Listening to Qing Mang's words, Lu Yanmu was silent for a while, his expression was a little indifferent, but also a little distant, as if he was thinking about something, but also as if he was cautious.

Qing Mang did not urge him, but sat quietly, waiting for his answer.

Some things can't be rushed. From the beginning to the present, Lu Yanmu has given way too much, and has changed his principles and bottom line step by step for her, but if he has some conscience, he shouldn't be forced too tightly.

Lu Yanmu stood up, put his hands on the railing, and turned his back to Qingmang. When he looked out, his eyes were empty and his face was tangled.

Perhaps the entanglement on the face is not enough to express the inner struggle.

Promise that Qing Mang might have done everything in vain, even completely exposed. What's the point of everything he did?

If he doesn't agree, does he really want to fold off Qingmang's wings?