I hate seeing the facade

"I know that I'm not a great beauty."

Jiang Qingli said, "But the look in your eyes really offended me. The two of us are acting as ambiguous lovers, not divorced couples who are at odds with each other."

Fang Yiran was about to tear up the script.

"I tried my best." He said with a gloomy expression, "Isn't Huanxi's friends just fighting and quarreling?"

Jiang Qingli sighed faintly: "But you don't seem to be playing around, but you seem to be blowing my mind out."

In fact, this scene is not very difficult, it is a scene where the two are analyzing the case while walking on the street.

However, the director said that they should have that kind of ambiguous and sticky atmosphere—that is, the feeling of two people who are clearly in love with each other, but because they are embarrassed and don’t want to show it, they are trying to attract each other’s attention, the feeling of flirting.

Fang Yiran is really difficult.

He understood flirting as pushing and shoving, so just now he pushed Jiang Qingli a little with what he thought was a gentle force.

As a result, Jiang Qingli almost fell to the ground.

Outside the arena were the bright-eyed Sun Hua and the drowsy Yu Rong, sitting next to a small round table with a bag of melon seeds on it.

Sun Hua grabbed a large handful of melon seeds and put them in the palm of his hand. While knocking them skillfully, he did not forget to use his elbow to pestle Yu Rong.

"You can't sleep!"

Sun Hua woke up Yu Rong with hatred, "Every minute and every second of Lao Fang's acting is a peerless treasure. If you miss it, it will be a great loss!"

Yu Rong raised his head in a daze.

He propped his chin, blinked blankly, and looked in the direction Sun Hua pointed.

"No, have you ever been in love?"

Jiang Qingli helped the crooked hairpin on her head, and said unreasonably, "Have you never had a sweet and sour teenage love?"

Fang Yiran stammered, "...I don't have much experience."

Jiang Qingli's neck shrank: "I'm lost... Our station's scissorhands often cut you into a flirtatious playboy in the video..."

"Cough cough."

She found that the topic was going wrong, and stopped the loss in time: "Don't talk about this, you always have someone you have a crush on, it's the kind of person who is embarrassed to confess, but can't help frantically brushing the sense of existence, have you ever experienced the sweet and entangled feeling? ?”

Fang Yiran sneaked a glance at Yu Rong who was outside the field.

He pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Try again."

The director called out to start.

Jiang Qingli's acting skills are still very good, she frowned lightly, her long hair was tied up, and she really looked like a heroic heroine.

She read the lines: "What is the connection between these victims? Girls from the brothel, girls from restaurants, ladies from all walks of life, poor scholars, all of them were poached to death, almost none... What are you doing?"

Fang Yiran began to play freely.

He looked around calmly, and finally brought a silk flower from the stall beside him, then turned around and pinned it in Jiang Qingli's bun calmly.

"Maybe you're thinking in the wrong direction."

Fang Yiran adjusted the position of the silk flower and said, "Perhaps we should not start from the identity of the victims, but analyze from the commonality of their death methods."

Jiang Qingli was taken aback by Fang Yiran's words.

Dai Hua's plot is completely out of the script, but the director didn't call out, but Jiang Qingli reacted quickly, and then skillfully continued: "It makes sense, you send your people away, and quickly put all the dead people on their bodies so The details of the wounds were recorded."

Fang Yiran responded, and said: "There are always monsters in the city recently, you careless, be careful, don't be eaten by monsters before the case is solved."

Jiang Qingli rolled her eyes in agreement.

"The flowers look good on your head."

While paying the peddler, Fang Yiran said meanly, "Male women should dress up more, be careful that they won't get married in the end."

The two walked away beating and cursing.

"Card! Passed! The condition is good!"

The director praised happily, "That's the feeling, keep it!"

Sun Hua was really disappointed, the kind of disappointment Yu Rong could see with his naked eyes.

"This is not the old Fang I know." Sun Hua fiddled with the melon seeds on the table in a low voice, "This is not the fool I know."

Fang Yiran and Jiang Qingli stood side by side in the distance, the two were talking about something, Jiang Qingli suddenly covered her mouth and giggled, there was a big red silk flower pinned to her bun.

Yu Rong only found it inexplicably dazzling.

"Is it because the girl is pretty?"

Sun Hua was still puzzled, "So the acting skills are inspired? This stinky brother..."

Yu Rong didn't answer, his eyes were cold.

He turned his head away in silence, stared at the table for a few seconds, and then slowly buried his face in his arms again.

"You can, little brother." Jiang Qingli gave Fang Yiran a thumbs-up, "Are you ready for the status?"

Fang Yiran thanked her politely: "It's also thanks to your advice."

Jiang Qingli waved his hand giggly, said it was nothing, turned around and was about to leave with his assistant.

"Wait a minute." Fang Yiran suddenly remembered something.

He touched Jiang Qingli's bun with his hands, and took off the silk flower.

"Okay." Fang Yiran squeezed the flower and nodded to her, "See you later."

"The memory is quite good." Jiang Qingli joked, then turned and left.

Fang Yiran glanced at the flowers in his hand.

He thought to himself that the craftsmanship of this flower piercing is really good, and he can see that the props team put their minds to it. The petals are bright red, the stamens are light yellow, and they are well-made.

Fang Yiran suddenly wanted Yu Rong to go and see this flower,

It's not a pretty flower that Yiduo can claim to be, it's not even a real flower, it's just a slightly funny and poorly crafted prop.

But Fang Yiran wanted to show Yu Rong for no reason.

He is like a cheerful sparrow, with a flower in its mouth, bouncing around to find his sweetheart to show his affection, and wants to share with that person all the fun things he has seen and seen.

So Fang Yiran jumped all the way to the rest area.

From afar, he saw Sun Hua sitting in a daze as if she had lost her soul, while Yu Rong was lying on the table with his back turned to him, with only the top of his head exposed.

"Fell asleep?"

Fang Yiran pointed to Yu Rong's head, and asked Sun Hua in a low voice.

Sun Hua shook her head and said, "I've been sleepy all this time. Just now I woke up people to watch your explosive acting skills. The result was very disappointing."

Fang Yiran slapped Sun Hua's head with hatred, "Can't you wish me well?"

"So what's the matter with your acting skills? It's improving by leaps and bounds, huh?"

Sun Hua fiddled with her resplendent tiara, winked and said, "Is it because Jiang Meizi is pure and lovely..."

"No."

Fang Yiran sat down and denied it, "It's because of my wisdom and enlightenment."

Sun Hua looked suspicious.

He obviously wanted to ask more questions, but since the next scene would be his play, he had no choice but to kick Fang Yiran lightly, and reluctantly left first.

Fang Yiran let out a long sigh of relief.

His butt moved silently to the side.

Yu Rong buried his head in his arms and couldn't see his face, but his body remained motionless.

Babies are probably really asleep.

Fang Yiran raised his eyebrows.

He pinched the flower in his hand, brushed away the soft hair from Yu Rong's ear, and gently pinned the flower to the child's ear.

Then Fang Yiran lay down in the same posture, resting his head on his arm, laughing and admiring his masterpiece.

——Yu Rong suddenly turned his head.

There was no sleepiness in his eyes when he first woke up, his eyes were clear and piercing, and he still had that silly big red flower pinned to his ear.

He didn't speak, just looked at Fang Yiran coldly.

Fang Yiran's smile froze on his face.

——The two of them faced each other like this, lying on the table in the same posture, staring silently.

Fang Yiran's phone vibrated suddenly.

Thank goodness.

Fang Yiran glanced at the screen, it was a video invitation from Li Leilei.

He just took advantage of this step to go down, holding his mobile phone and smiling dryly at Yu Rong: "...I'll have a video with my mom first."

Fang Yiran ran away with his mobile phone in his hands.

Yu Rong stared blankly at his figure leaving in a hurry, and then looked away silently for a while.

He touched the root of his ear and gently took the flower off.

It was a tacky big red flower, but Yu Rong recognized it. It was the one that Fang Yiran put on Jiang Qingli's head when filming just now.

....This person is... finally got the flowers back with the cheek?

The coldness in Yu Rong's eyes dissipated instantly.

He held the silk flower in a daze, as if hesitating for something, but finally got his hands on it, carefully pinching the stem at the bottom of the flower.

Carefully and clumsily, he pinned the flower back to his ear.

The author says:

Yu Rong (pretending to be disgusted): ...I don't want to wear it at all.