I don't want to play anymore

The layout of Cheng Yang's room is the same as Zhang Ye's. They are all single rooms. The bed is on the side near the balcony. There is an area near the door with a sofa and tea table, which can be regarded as an activity area.

The door opened, and Zhang Ye saw the screenwriter Chang sitting on the sofa at a glance. She should be about 34 or [-] years old, but because of her pale complexion, she looked smaller than she actually was, with long hair draped over her shoulders, and wearing a pair of gold silk Glasses, wearing a loose old yellow-green plaid dress, holding a stack of materials in his hand, and is circling something quickly, giving people a feeling of gentle ironing.

Zhang Ye knew that Screenwriter Chang lived on the tenth floor of this hotel. Although she was in the same building, it was still a bit strange for her to appear in Cheng Yang's room so late at night.

"What's up?"

Cheng Yang wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, which were different from usual. When Zhang Ye saw him wearing glasses for the first time, he took a few extra glances.Although both of them were dressed neatly, for some reason, Zhang Ye felt an unspeakable ambiguity between them, and he lifted the bag in his hand: "This is a plaster, if your waist is still uncomfortable, try to stick it on." .”

Cheng Yang nodded and took the bag: "Thank you."

Screenwriter Chang glanced up at the door, looking over the glasses that slid down the bridge of his nose: "Chapter page."

Originally, Zhang Ye planned to leave after delivering the medicine, but was called, so he had to stop: "Chang screenwriter."

Writer Chang put down the materials in his hand, pushed down his glasses, leaned lazily on the sofa, raised his eyelids and said to him: "You were right yesterday, the scene added was bloody, and I was troubled when I watched it. So let my apprentice come over and take over." Her tone was light and resigned, but she didn't mean to be troubled at all.

Although he added a sentence in time yesterday, Screenwriter Chang didn't say anything, but Zhang Ye still thought he had offended others. He didn't expect Screenwriter Chang to mention this at this time, so he smiled politely: "I'll just say it casually." , don’t take it to heart, if you come here to change it, it’s going to be bloody, then if it’s your apprentice, will you..."

Cheng Yang looked at him and turned his head towards the room: "Come in, don't stand at the door."

Although Zhang Ye felt that it was inappropriate to come in at this time, Cheng Yang had already spoken, so he had no choice but to go inside.

Writer Chang covered his mouth and yawned, with an ambiguous smile on the corner of his mouth: "She didn't come in vain. I want to know what will happen next, and we'll wait and see."

"Yeah." Zhang Ye prevaricated, feeling even more surprised in his heart. Could it be that the screenwriter's apprentice is bigger than the screenwriter?He never cared about these things before, and he knew nothing about this regular screenwriter. He offended him because of what he said yesterday. After returning home, he searched his information on Baidu, but there was very little information on the Internet, only listing her graduate school and award-winning works.

Writer Chang slowly retracted his gaze. It seemed that his cervical spine was uncomfortable. He raised his head and moved his neck gently a few times.

The sofa in the hotel is soft and old, and the elasticity is not good. When Zhang Ye approached, he saw a slightly sunken pit next to the screenwriter. There were notebooks and ballpoint pens beside the pit. Wen sat there.

Two people sitting so close, in the middle of the night, lonely man and widow...

He suddenly had another thought, wouldn't Chang's screenwriter be the one who led Cheng Yangjin's team?

When he realized his idea, he was shocked for a moment, what happened to him recently?First, he was suspicious of Cheng Yang and Wu Zhen, and now he was suspicious of Cheng Yang and the screenwriter.

When he came back to his senses, Screenwriter Chang had already packed his things and stood up: "I'll call you later if I have any questions."

Cheng Yang nodded: "Okay, you go slowly, and you will have a smooth journey tomorrow."

The screenwriter actually has a question to ask Cheng Yang?The chapter page is even more strange.

I saw screenwriter Chang holding a thick stack of documents, stepping on slippers, yawning and walking. When she reached the entrance, she turned around and told Cheng Yang as if she remembered something, "Remember to eat the cake I brought you."

"En." Cheng Yang responded briefly.

Zhang Ye was about to leave too. Before turning around, he glanced at the sofa again. The depression still hadn't been corrected, but the notebook and pen next to it were gone. Then he saw Writer Chang holding a bunch of things in his arms. It's hers too.

Walking to the door, Cheng Yang happened to see Chang Bian off, turned around, looked at him and said, "There are too many cakes, I can't finish them all by myself, would you like some?"

After being scolded by Wu Zhen all afternoon and most of the night, Zhang Ye was lying when he said that he was not depressed. He really wanted to eat something sweet, so he paused again: "Okay."

The two returned to the sofa, and Cheng Yang took out an eight-inch cake from the refrigerator, cut half of it and handed it to Zhang Ye.

It's a mousse cake, wrapped with cream and dark chocolate, with the bitterness of chocolate in the mouth, followed by the smoothness of the cream and the sweetness of the cake embryo. Zhang Ye wanted to say something, but all the topics that came to mind were the same as those in the room just now. The situation was related, so he tried a few times and simply buried himself in eating.

Cheng Yang studied the boxes of plasters while eating, finally he picked one box, opened it and took out two, then lifted the hem of his T-shirt like no one else was there.

Cheng Yang's complexion was cold and pale, and it was so white that it glowed under the light. Zhang Ye saw it at a glance, and then silently looked away.

Cheng Yang had already skillfully peeled off the plaster and pasted it on his waist, and then tore off the second one. This time, he seemed to be unable to find the right place, and failed to stick it after two attempts.

Zhang Ye put down the spoon in his hand: "Let me help you."

Cheng Yang handed him the plaster, rolled up the hem of his short sleeves, and made a gesture for him.

There is not much flesh on Cheng Yang's back, the spine is particularly obvious, and the ribs can be vaguely seen under the white skin. Zhang Ye suddenly felt that such a thin back gave him a sense of strength when he ran on his back at night. Is it all my own illusion?After recovering, he pressed on the side of his spine: "Is it here?"

Cheng Yang said: "A little higher."

Zhang Ye raised two fingers, moved them up another two centimeters, and pressed the fingertips down again. His skin was slightly cool and smooth to the touch.

Cheng Yang hissed, "It's here."

Zhang Ye was a little puzzled: "Your place is neither red nor swollen, so it can't be an old injury?"

The plaster has been put on, Cheng Yang put down his clothes, picked up a spoon to dig out the cake: "Well, I bumped into it before, it seems to be a little messed up tonight."

Zhang Ye was cared by his family in the palm of his hand since he was a child, he had to go to the hospital for minor illnesses, and immediately became nervous: "Do you want to go to the hospital to take a picture?"

"No, it won't hurt after two days." Cheng Yang is very experienced in this kind of pain and said disapprovingly.

"Zhao Duoduo just bought it casually. This thing should be a temporary solution rather than a permanent cure." Zhang Ye added.

Cheng Yang glanced at him: "It was cured like this before."

Chapter page: "It hurts so much when you pull it. You didn't call it cured before, it was not cured."

Cheng Yang saw that he was serious about it, and smiled: "All right, I'll go and have a look when I have time."

Zhang Ye couldn't say anything more, buried his head in two mouthfuls of cake, and suddenly asked belatedly, "Is someone's birthday today?"

"Well, today is Teacher Chang's birthday." Cheng Yang answered quietly.

Zhang Ye paused for a moment, then dug another spoonful of cake and put it in his mouth.No one in the entire crew knew that her birthday was today, and she was leaving tomorrow. If anyone knew, Wu Zhen would not fail to celebrate for her... But Cheng Yang knew that the screenwriter didn't have to film big night scenes with their actors. She had already gone back to the hotel. It was so late, and she even bought a cake to share with Cheng Yang... It seems that Cheng Yang and screenwriter Chang really have a close relationship.

But this is a private matter, Zhang Ye ate the last piece of cake, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth: "You clean up the trash, I'm going back to sleep."

Cheng Yang nodded: "Help me close the door."

·

The crew left the next morning for the actors to rest, and only started filming in the afternoon. The filming was a scene where brothers and sisters competed in the middle of the year in Tongmen.

While waiting, Zhang Ye came over and asked, "Is your waist okay? If not, let the director use a substitute."

Cheng Yang moved his waist a little: "Your plaster is quite effective, it doesn't hurt anymore." But the piece was completely numb. Based on his experience, it will take a few days to fully recover, provided that there is no more strain.

Without saying a word, the crew assistant called, Cheng Yang hurriedly left, Zhang Ye went back to the shade, turned on the small fan, and blew on his face.Zhao Duoduo, who was next to him, hurriedly opened his parasol and covered him over his head, fearing that he would sweat and take off his makeup.

"I asked someone to send the plaster over, and I left your phone number. Remember to go to the hotel reception to have a look in these two days." The small fan's wind is not strong, and the page is turned to the maximum, but it still feels stuffy.

"For Xiao Cheng? I'll make a note of it." Zhao Duoduo said, "Lao Liu was still worried that you and Xiao Cheng wouldn't get along. I think his worries are for nothing."

Zhang Ye glanced at him: "What did Liu Dongdong say?"

Zhao Duoduo gave a dry laugh: "He said he mentioned it to the director during the meeting, and wanted you and Xiao Cheng to fire CP, but the director didn't agree, so he asked me to be the lubricator...the bridge of communication...promote...that friend The relationship between neighbors." He has been with Zhang Ye for several years, and he is used to changing his rhetoric temporarily to avoid the fate of being yellow locked.

Zhang Ye nodded slightly, but said nothing.

Zhao Duoduo saw that he was not very disgusted, and said: "Lao Liu called me again yesterday, and he said he was very disappointed with the company. He said that he had no money, and if he had money, he would have paid for you to hire a sailor and scolded him back. He was so stupid. He was drunk at home at noon yesterday. Drunk."

The chapter page still didn't say anything.

Zhao Duoduo sighed, looked at Zhang Ye's face and said: "Old Liu is a good old Liu. We have been together for more than two years and have been doing well. We have not made any mistakes. Do you think it is necessary for us to hide it from him?"

Zhang Ye gave him a blank look: "It's been more than two years, and now I'm confessing to him, what does he think about what we kept from him before?"

Zhao Duoduo opened his mouth slightly: "Yeah, he's very delicate, and he'll think too much if he doesn't make it right. No wonder people say lying is like a snowball. The bigger the roll, the harder it is to end."

Zhang Ye ignored his emotion, threw the small fan in his arms into his arms, reached out and said, "Water."

Ask Duoduo to unscrew the kettle and hand it over.

·

Zhu Zhenting is also in this scene.

The night before yesterday, his team had damaged Zhang Ye, but there was no response from Zhang Ye, which made him win the momentum.

As a result, public opinion slowly began to reverse yesterday.

Some people say that male actors are also more beautiful now?It's not about choosing a harem!

Some people said that he was dressed in a flashy manner, could it be that he practiced some treasures?

Some people even said that based on the principle of whoever benefits, he must be the master. He must have hired a navy to boast, and the first to tease is cheap.

These remarks can't make any splashes among his millions of fans and the navy, but at this time, Cheng Yaojin came out.

Shi Yu, who was on the same side as him in the play and had a lot of rivalry, suddenly liked the article on Lian Baodian last night. Although he later canceled the like, it was still posted by a screenshot of someone who didn't know.

Shi Yu sent him a message early in the morning saying that he was purely slippery, and asked him what he needed to clarify. Zhu Zhenting and the team worked together and approved Shi Yu's clarification, so Shi Yu edited a content and sent it to him for review first. , and then posted it on Weibo, he then forwarded it, saying that everyone in the crew has a very good relationship.

Although it has been clarified, public opinion has also been biased.

Originally, he wanted to pull and step on the chapter page, but in the end he didn't see any damage to the chapter page, but he made a mess on his side. Zhu Zhenting was so angry that he also invited the team to investigate. The team investigated and came to a conclusion. Those speeches that support Zhang Ye or do not help each other are indeed not the sailors hired by Zhang Ye, let alone fans of Zhang Ye, they should be pure passers-by.

Originally, hitting Cotton with a punch was enough to disappoint him, but now Cotton is backing him, how can he not be angry?So he wanted to make another black chapter of the manuscript, and completely trampled the chapter into the mud.

Today's scene is his chance. He and Zhang Ye will have a real contest in the scene, and they have to do that kind of scene.

On the way here, he has already communicated with the team, and also explained to his assistant, trying to use the existing topic of "beauty" on the Internet to create a wave of chapters and pages to retaliate against him through filming. Of course, it is mainly up to him to act, The task of the assistant is to choose an angle to capture.