Mr. Qin is always serious

The poor little Shuhe was mourned all the way to the production crew, and he couldn't recover after entering for a long time.

Song Li had been waiting on the set for almost half an hour, and when he came over and saw his pitiful appearance, he couldn't help but click his tongue: "Have you been bullied?"

Of course he knew what was going on and wanted to laugh.

Wen Lang glanced at him: "Kids don't understand the complexity of society, and they can't bear it all of a sudden, so just coax them, but you're a bit too much, you have the heart to lie to such a cute kid?"

Song Li touched his nose: "Occupational disease, I can't hold back all of a sudden, you understand."

Song Li is a paulownia demon who became a master in the Song Dynasty. At that time, he liked to pretend to be a storyteller to tell stories. As soon as the gavel tree was shot, he started to make up stories. Occasionally, he would put a plaster on the underside of the bridge to tell fortunes. In terms of fools, the king ranks.

He actually fooled Wen Lang back then.

At that time, Wen Lang had just come out of the deep mountains and went to the Monster Bureau to obtain a series of false certificates. He happened to run into Song Li who was working in the past.The ancient monsters can hide their aura, but Song Li didn't see it, and thought it was a little monster with less than 200 years of cultivation. Seeing Wen Lang's good looks, he tricked him into becoming an entertainer.

After signing the contract, knowing that Wen Lang is gluttonous, his mood is actually not much different from that of Shuhe now.

Wen Lang shook his head and smiled: "I'll let you coax the kid, I'll go say hello to Director Chen first."

Song Li waved at him: "Go."

There was a rule of offering incense and worshiping gods before the production crew started. Chen Jia was standing in front, holding a red cloth to cover the camera. Wen Lang walked over and said, "Director Chen."

Chen Jia turned her head and raised her eyebrows when she saw him: "Are you finally willing to come out?"

Every time Wen Lang finished filming a movie, he would take a vacation for a period of time, and everyone in the industry basically knew about it.

Wen Lang smiled and accepted it.

Chen Jia covered the red cloth and asked him, "How's the script? But it's not too difficult to ask for auspiciousness in the first scene, as long as you play normally."

Chen Jia became famous early, and he sounds old-fashioned when he speaks, but in fact he is only under 25 years old, so he is very superstitious, and he is very awed by the world of gods and ghosts.

Wen Lang nodded, and chatted with Chen Jia for about 10 minutes, and the auspicious time came.

Wen Lang followed the crew to the front to burn incense, and then was taken to a nearby room to put on makeup.The role he played in "Mountain and River on Earth" was the eldest son of a warlord family. He was decisive and unsmiling, which was far from Wen Lang's usual appearance.

At that time, Chen Jia was mocked when she announced the candidates on Weibo, but before Chen Jia himself said anything, those people were ridiculed by Wen Lang's fans first.

Makeup took about 10 minutes.

When Wen Lang changed into his clothes and came out, everyone subconsciously looked back and were stunned.

He was standing over there in military uniform, with a cloak over his shoulders, and looked ahead calmly. Soon, he seemed to notice something, and glanced up.

He has a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, which should be sparkling and soul-stirring at first, but they are tainted with a bit of sternness here. When he glanced over, they were like sharp and sharp knives, stabbing him unexpectedly. It comes to people's hearts.

Elegant and ruthless, it makes people shudder.

This is Huo Zheng, the person who came from a family and supported the glory with his own strength in the war-torn era.

Chen Jia looked Wen Lang up and down, and smiled with satisfaction: "Very good."

He turned his head and greeted the people who were still stunned by the side: "Don't stand there stupidly, switch on!"

Everyone immediately took their positions.

The first scene was filmed.

Huo Zheng was reading a book in the study when suddenly someone forced his way in and asked him one thing sincerely.

This person is Zhou Xiaowei, the heroine in the play.

Played by actress Xia Yunya.

Chen Jia waved his hand: "Action!"

Huo family mansion, study room.

Huo Zheng was sitting behind the desk, holding a book and looking down, the surrounding was extremely quiet, only the sound of turning the pages of the book and a few occasional birdsong.

This silence was suddenly interrupted.

One person hurried in, stood in front of the table and stared at Huo Zheng without saying a word.

Huo Zheng didn't look up: "Miss Zhou, it's a bit rude to come here like this."

The person who came was the eldest lady of the Zhou family in the city, Zhou Xiaowei.

Zhou Xiaowei pursed her lips: "Young Master Huo, have you heard about what happened in the east of the city a few days ago?"

No one responded.

Silence slowly spread around.

In the end, Zhou Xiaowei couldn't hold back anymore, she took a step forward, frowning tightly: "Young Master Huo, you should be very clear in your heart whether this matter is serious or not, since you are in this position now, you should not stand idly by anyway , please stop the loss in time, this is a plea, this matter, only you can do it."

Huo Zheng's face remained calm, and he gently turned over a page of the book in his hand without making a sound.

Zhou Xiaowei's voice suddenly increased: "Master Huo!

Huo Zheng snapped his fingers.

But he still looked down at the book as if he hadn't heard it, line by line until the end.

This page is finally finished.

He closed the book, and slowly stroked the big gilt letters on the cover with his fingers, his voice was very soft, as if he was trapped in smoke: "Then what are you doing for?"

Zhou Xiaowei froze for a moment: "What?"

Huo Zheng let out a low laugh, and finally raised his head, his gaze met her eyes for a moment, and he paused every word: "Now you, what are you... plotting?"

His eyes were dark, without any emotion inside, his voice was deep and hoarse, like a knife in the silence around him, bit by bit pressed from the ears to the depths of the soul.

Meeting those eyes, Xia Yunya was startled, and suddenly forgot the lines that were so familiar to her heart.There was a momentary blank in the middle, but Chen Jia didn't hear the call, Xia Yunya re-entered the scene and said the last line.

"I..." Zhou Xiaowei clenched her fists tightly, trying to calm down, but her fingers couldn't help shaking, and finally closed her eyes, struggling to squeeze out a word from her throat.

"It's not important, you just need to know that this matter will do you no harm—"

"That's all."

"Card!"

Chen Jia finally spoke.

Wen Lang stood up and smiled at Xia Yunya, the dimple on his face was extremely gentle: "Sister Xia."

Xia Yunya looked at him with emotion: "Your acting skills are much better than before."

At least in her opinion, Wen Lang is definitely the best among the traffic niches.It's strange that such a person hasn't won the actor yet.

The reason is actually very simple. Wen Lang was penniless and poor when he first joined the WTO, so the scripts he received were basically commercial films, which were not easy to win awards.

After that, I continued filming, because it was the first day, and Chen Jia didn't intend to make too much trouble, the scenes were not concentrated, but there were not many.Wen Lang continued to shoot for two hours, and finally it was time to rest.

The field manager took the lunch box and started to divide it.

People who are not picky eaters can hardly eat such things as boxed lunches, let alone Wen Lang, he simply didn't go to get them.

Song Li has long been used to serving this boss, so he took out a thermos: "Wuweizhai."

Before Wen Lang met Qin Jingshen, he basically lived on Wuweizhai.

Wen Lang took it over and glanced at the little hamster in the corner: "Little friend, are you hungry?"

After struggling all morning, Shu He finally recovered, and nodded aggrievedly: "I'm hungry, but I don't want to eat box lunch. I have food in stock."

Baby hamsters have nothing to fear.

Wen Lang smiled.

He is good-looking, with peach blossom eyes and small dimples, and a very gentle appearance. Shu He is a fan of his, so he gradually calmed down and came over: "Brother Lang."

Wen Lang turned his head: "What's wrong?"

Shu He was a little embarrassed: "I just want to ask a question, aren't you... Taotie, there is a blogger on Weibo called [The Spring of His Majesty Taotie], do you know him?"

Wen Lang: "..."

Wen Lang thought to himself, he is really a fan and knows quite a lot.

His Majesty Taotie’s Spring is a Weibo writer, mainly writing ghostly short stories. Because the articles he writes are very spiritual, he has gradually accumulated a lot of fans. Now he has 10,000+ followers, and he can be regarded as an Internet celebrity.

But he is known not because of this, but because he is a legend in Wen Lang's fandom.

Usually neither retweets nor expresses love on Weibo, but is active on many black and warm Weibo accounts, with one person being a hundred black fans, never repeating what others say, not swearing or being rude, but just being able to Make your teeth itch.

After a long time, Wen Lang's fans didn't get angry at all when they saw those black fans on Weibo.

Well, this legend of Wen Lang fans is Wen Lang himself.

In fact, even Song Li didn't understand why Wen Lang, while busy rushing through so many announcements, was able to distinguish the vest and black fans.

Probably talented.

Wen Lang coughed dryly in his heart, and didn't answer whether he knew him or not: "Why don't you add a WeChat first."

Shu He's eyes lit up: "Okay, okay."

Then a series of micro-signals were reported.

Wen Lang added friends, Shu He lowered his head after hearing the voice, and was taken aback when he saw the WeChat nickname.

He looked up, his eyes full of inquiries.

Wen Lang nodded calmly.

Shu He was even more stunned, nestling there foolishly, and then suddenly blinked, and looked at Wen Lang with special admiration: "Brother Lang, you are so cool!"

Wen Lang:?

Are you afraid that you are too shocked and stupid?

Of course the little hamster didn't know what Wen Lang thought, he just felt very proud.

Look at my idols!Looks good and has acting skills!Gentle personality and no gossip!You can also fight black fans yourself!

Are you okay? !

No!

The little hamster was so happy that he just wanted to run a few laps in the wheel.

After being excited, I was a little worried: "Brother Lang, with your WeChat nickname like this, can someone see you?"

Wen Lang didn't care at all, and casually showed him more than a dozen WeChat IDs in the login column.

Shu He: I accept this operation.

Song Li looked at them from the side, his gaze was subtle.

Wen Lang glanced at him, and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a commotion outside, surrounded by a group of people.

In a situation like this, it is usually because some important person came over.

Just as Wen Lang thought so, he saw Chen Jia walking out quickly.

Chen Jia was known to be aloof in the circle, it must be unusual for someone like him to be able to do so, Wen Lang was a little curious, and looked up in the direction of the door.

Soon, the big man walked in slowly.

Dark suit, deep eyes.

It was Wen Lang's face that met almost day and night these days.

Wen Lang was taken aback for a moment, his eyes stopped on Qin Jingshen, and he couldn't look back for a while.

As if he had noticed his gaze, Qin Jingshen turned his head and instantly met Wen Lang's eyes.

Wen Lang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he was a little nervous for no reason. He began to think whether he should go over to say hello, and if he should say something in the past, at least it should not be too embarrassing.

But before he could think it over, Qin Jingshen had already moved.

As if he didn't see Wen Lang, he looked away calmly, and walked towards the opposite direction to Wen Lang with the people accompanying him. His figure was covered by the people following him, and he soon disappeared.

Wen Lang: "..."

While Wen Lang breathed a sigh of relief, he was also a little disappointed.

He was obviously still touching my fur and rubbing my ears this morning, but now he acts as if he didn't see or recognize her.

See through.

Oh man.

The author has something to say: Wen Lang: I don't want to talk today.

Wen Lang: Oh, man.