Mr. Qin is always serious

Wen Lang felt that Zhou Yanxiu was born to restrain him. Last time he was photographed having an affair, this time there was another incident.

To be honest, plastic love is not so pitiful.

After holding the phone in silence for a while, he decided to tell the truth: "I didn't know it was you, someone called me just now, I thought it was him."

Wen Lang didn't say it was Zhou Yanxiu, because he was afraid that Mr. Qin would think too much.

Fortunately, Qin Jingshen didn't care so much: "Are you free tonight?"

Then he paused and said, "Let's eat together."

"Maybe it's not suitable." Wen Lang pinched the script subconsciously, "It was my friend who called just now, and he also came to Chengdu. Brother Wen Rong and I should get together with him tonight."

Qin Jingshen didn't speak over there.

Wen Lang calculated the time and continued, "Can we do it tomorrow night? I haven't seen many plays, so I guess I can go back in the evening, and then I can go for a walk."

"Ah."

Mr. Qin still made Wen Lang feel very coaxed today, and the two of them talked a few more words over the phone. When the scene that was just filmed over there was over, Chen Jia picked up the director's loudspeaker, and killed him in Wen Lang's direction. Three consecutive reminders.

Wen Lang was so shocked that his hands almost slipped, he thought, Director Chen, you should be more considerate, the group chat is enough for Mr. Qin to write you down in his notebook, and now he still dares to yell.

He couldn't help lighting another row of wax for Chen Jia in his heart: "Mr. Qin, Director Chen is calling me, I have to go first."

Qin Jingshen softly said hello on the phone, and just as Wen Lang was about to hang up the phone, he heard his deep voice again.

"But you still have to be careful when you speak in the future, and don't lose your temper casually."

Wen Lang, who originally thought that Qin Jingshen had forgotten about it, said, "..."

All right, Mr. Qin.

Wen Lang thought calmly, it seems it's time to beat up Pixiu as well.

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It was nine o'clock in the evening after filming.

In fact, it was supposed to be 10:30, but Zhou Yanxiu couldn't wait, so he sent Chen Jia a greeting on WeChat.

Chen Jia was very cowardly, of course he didn't dare to have an anal confrontation with the gold master, and immediately waved him away.

At 09:30, Wen Lang arrived at the place that Zhou Yanxiu had decided on. It was a private restaurant, and the interior was decorated in an ancient style, quite elegant.

As soon as Wen Lang entered, he felt a sense of harmony. Needless to say, this must be Zhou Yanxiu's property again.

Look at how stingy this man is, he insists on choosing a treat at his own home.

Wen Lang clicked his tongue in his heart, found the private room and went in. Wen Rong hadn't come yet, and Zhou Yanxiu was sitting there with his head down, clapping his phone.

Hearing the sound, he raised his head and laughed when he saw Wen Lang: "Little Taotie is here, sit down."

Wen Lang sat down opposite him: "Where's Brother Wen Rong?"

Zhou Yanxiu coughed dryly: "Actually... Bai Ze didn't agree to come."

Wen Lang: "..."

Wen Lang calmly rolled up his sleeves: "Tell me, how do you want to die?"

However, Zhou Yanxiu didn't want to die.

He sat back calmly: "Actually, it's not my fault alone. Both Ya Zi and Bi An were involved."

Wen Lang narrowed his eyes: "Huh?"

"Didn't you almost fail to maintain your human form and become a glutton just before?" Zhou Yanxiu said, "We only found out about this a few days ago, and we were very worried about you. I happened to be coming to Chengdu, and they said that I had to do it no matter what. Coax you out and see what's going on."

Wen Lang was expressionless: "Yes, let's talk about it, how do you want to die this time?"

Zhou Yanxiu smiled impeccably: "Don't be so fierce, little boy, I also think it's inappropriate, so why don't I come here and treat you to dinner to make amends? Come and order, and order whatever you want."

At the same time as the voice fell, I heard a voice from a WeChat voice.

"……What are you doing?"

"A complaint, I learned from Yazi." Wen Lang smiled slightly, "Brother Wen Rong will talk to you later, thank you."

Zhou Yanxiu: "..."

Zhou Yanxiu was so heartbroken that he didn't want to talk. He lowered his head and picked up the menu to order a good dish, and finally ordered a few bottles of wine by the way.

When Wen Lang saw it, he couldn't help laughing: "With your little drinking capacity, it's better not to make a fuss."

Zhou Yanxiu is not a fake in the business world, but his drinking capacity has never been very good. He usually relies on his assistants to block and cheat.

Zhou Yanxiu glanced at him: "I've already stopped drinking now."

Wen Lang didn't believe it at all, but didn't say anything. He shrugged and made a casual gesture: "You'd better say hello to your assistant now, and I won't take you back when the time comes."

Zhou Yanxiu clicked his tongue, retaining his dignity as an ancient auspicious beast and his last stubbornness, but in the end, he still fell down.

Wen Lang just felt bad, after all, no matter how plastic the friendship was, he couldn't just leave someone behind.

After struggling for a while, he propped Zhou Yanxiu up, put on the mask and walked out slowly. Just as he went out, he heard the phone ring.

It was Wen Rong calling.

Wen Lang connected, and Wen Rong's voice immediately rang out: "Where are you?"

"I'm still with Zhou Yanxiu. He's drunk. I'll take him back first." Wen Lang walked outside while speaking, "Director Chen said that "Mountains and Rivers in the World" can be finished in at most three days, and your mural will be finished soon Is it? Well then we can—”

The last two words came to an abrupt end when he saw the person walking in from the restaurant.

It was Qin Jingshen, standing there, followed by Qi Ya, and there were four or five people beside him, who should be entertaining clients.

When Wen Lang saw him, Qin Jingshen also just raised his head, and met his eyes for a moment.

——While their eyes met, they naturally saw Zhou Yanxiu leaning on Wen Lang's shoulder.

Three seconds later, Qin Jingshen raised his eyes and slowly walked towards Wen Lang.

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How to do?

who am I?

where am I?

Three consecutive panics began to flash in Wen Lang's mind, until Qin Jingshen stopped in front of his eyes, and said softly, "Where's Wen Rong?"

That's right, what about Wen Rong?

Wen Lang choked for a moment, but before he could figure out how to explain this question, he heard Wen Rong's voice coming from the phone, a little serious.

"Langlang, didn't you say you were with Zhou Yanxiu? Why did I hear Qin Jingshen's voice?"

Wen Lang: "..."

Wen Lang didn't want to say anything, he just wanted to die immediately.

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**

At the end of that day, it ended with embarrassment hastily.

Qin Jingshen still had entertainment, so he skipped this question for the time being, which gave Wen Lang a little room to breathe, and it was not so easy to be fooled by Bai Ze.

After so many years, Wen Lang finally recalled the fear of being nagged when he was a child.

It's just sad.

And the sadder thing was yet to come. That night, Wen Lang waited in the room for a long time, but he still couldn't wait for Mr. Qin's supper.

Wen Lang couldn't help poking at Qin Jingshen's WeChat avatar to send a few emoticons, egg yolk, orange, baby, and green frog sent more than a dozen of them next to each other, but there was still no response from the message box.

It's over, it's over, Wen Lang thought.

His career is probably going to be really cold now.

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Two days and one night later, the set.

Wen Lang put on his makeup and changed into his costume, and sat there expressionlessly reading the script, obviously in a bad mood.

The little hamster and Song Li nestled in the corner, almost bald with worry.

Hamster Tuanzi loves candy: Brother Song, it's already the third day, why is Brother Lang still not well?

Dawn of a paulownia tree: It's okay, it's normal to be rebellious when you get old.

Hamster dumpling loves candy: I ​​have a lot of new snacks recently, do you think it’s useful for me to continue feeding them?

Dawn of a paulownia tree: According to my experience, if you make too much noise at this time, you will be beaten, so be careful.

The little hamster shrank its neck, super cowardly.

Song Li clicked his tongue, bowed his head and typed another line.

Dawn of a paulownia tree: Do you still remember the way of survival I told you last time?When you give way, you give way, when you slip, you slip, when you coax, you coax, children must remember.

Hamster Dumplings don’t eat sugar: okay, okay.

Here Song Li and Shu He continued to chat face to face on their mobile phones, and over there they finally arrived at Wen Lang.

He is now filming the penultimate scene, and the rest after this filming is the ending, and the ending will be filmed tonight, so it will last until three or four in the morning.

Wen Lang walked over with the script in his arms. Chen Jia looked back at him and couldn't help frowning: "...What's wrong? Didn't I tell you to go to bed early yesterday? How about you stay up tonight? Let's look at your dark Eye circles, but it is suitable for the occasion, saving makeup."

Wen Lang rubbed his eyes: "So I have to sleep well after the filming is finished."

"Impossible." Chen Jia said, "After the finale, there will be a celebration banquet. After the celebration banquet, there will be a series of movie promotions. The male lead must come, and you seem to be carrying the opening song and variety show on your back."

Wen Lang: "...Stop talking, my heart hurts."

Chen Jia smiled: "Are you ready? Let's start."

Wen Lang nodded, and looked down at the script again during the interval between the preparations of each group.

In fact, there are not many scenes of Wen Lang in this scene, it is basically Xia Yunya's personal scene.

In the plot, since Huo Zheng pinched Zhou Xiaowei in the basement last time, he has been in a bad mood, and he has not returned to the Huo house. He has been standing in the corner of the Huo family's old house all day, looking at the smoke around him expressionlessly. Traces of smoldering.

And Zhou Xiaowei didn't have time to take care of him, she still searched day and night for the truth about what happened 12 years ago, but she still found nothing.

Ten days later, Zhou Xiaowei received a letter from the person who instructed them to go back to Luoping City, asking her to go to a deserted house in the south of the city at night, and she would understand everything by then.

And at this time, Huo Zheng disappeared.

He left by himself without a sound. Zhou Xiaowei searched for him all afternoon but couldn't find him. She had no choice but to wait, so she went to the deserted house mentioned in the letter in the afternoon.

The deserted house is an ordinary deserted house, dilapidated and gray, nothing special, just a little bigger.

Zhou Xiaowei walked slowly along the road covered with withered grass, but found nothing along the way.

I don't know how long I walked like this, and finally found a hidden entrance in the corner of the house. She walked over carefully, and when she was less than one meter away from there, she suddenly glanced out of the corner of her eye and seemed to be standing in the corner on the left. Alone, as quiet as a sculpture, I don't know how long I have been watching her there.

She turned her head stiffly and glanced. There was indeed a person there. When she turned her head, she lowered her eyes slightly, and she couldn't see it when she took a step back.

……

This person is Huo Zheng.

All the shots add up to less than five seconds, but they were bolded and marked red by the screenwriter and Chen Jia in the script.

In Chen Jia's words, the most important thing in this clip is the complex eyes, which must be like madness, despair and loneliness, all emotions surge in at that moment, but it must be able to be seen when people look closely. Come to the forbearance in it.

People who have experienced Wang Houxiong's reading comprehension brushing questions may not be able to feel the contradiction.

Wen Lang read the script word by word, and finally closed his eyes: "It's time to start."

Chen Jia knew that he was in a state at this time, so he didn't talk nonsense, sat on a high place and waved: "action!"

Wen Lang stood in the corner and quickly found himself in a good mood.

But at this time, there was a sudden noise outside the set.