I don't want to play anymore

After taking off her make-up and returning to the RV, it was already dark, Zhang Ye sat down on the booth by the window: "Customers first, you change first."

Cheng Yang didn't refuse, picked up his canvas bag and went into the changing room, took off his costume, and put on his own clothes.

When Cheng Yang came here, he only had a backpack. It seemed that there were only two or three pieces of clothing with him. Today, he changed back to the clothes from the first day. They were washed and faded. Although they were old, in this dim compartment, But there is a feeling of ironing.

Zhang Ye put down his half-drunk tea, asked Cheng Yang to sit down, and went inside to change his clothes.

Zhang Ye is not very particular about what he wears, but his older sister is a man who loves men's clothing. There is a younger brother who is born with clothes racks, so he buys a bunch of men's clothes every few days and delivers them over.So among the few sets of clothes he prepared in his RV, any one he took out was either high-end or limited edition.

The air conditioner in the car is very powerful. After a while, the sweat on his body is gone. He took off his costume and stood by the air outlet. He even felt a little cold. He was about to put on a short sleeve when he suddenly thought of Cheng Yang. That erratic orientation.

He hesitated for a while, instead of grabbing one and wearing it, he carefully picked it out. His sister had already matched it for him when she bought the clothes. He saw that the label on one of the shirts and trousers read 'sexy, suitable for prom Party wear', after hesitating for two seconds, he shook off his shirt and put it on.

After putting it on, he took a special look at the mirror. The red and green stripes on the chest seemed too flamboyant, and the neckline was a little too exposed, so he buttoned up another button.

In the booth by the window, Cheng Yang was sitting opposite Zhao Duoduo, holding a glass in one hand and resting on the table with the other, curling his slender fingers slightly, and loosely holding the phone.

When Zhang Ye came over, Cheng Yang raised his head to look at him, then chatted with Zhao Duoduo again, without giving him another look.

Zhang Ye's self-confidence was frustrated, so he subconsciously searched for reflective objects in the car, glanced at the window on one side, and looked at his own silhouette. He didn't think there was a problem with his attractiveness, so——it seems that he should be straight, Chapter page thought.

Since they are all big brothers, there is no need to care about those details, so he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt twice, pushed Zhao Duoduo away from his seat, sat down, and picked up the teacup again.

The green tea is made by Zhao Duoduo in the morning, let cool, and then thrown into the refrigerator. It has a unique astringent aroma in the cold, and the original taste of the tea is well preserved.

After Zhang Ye sat down, Cheng Yang put his mobile phone into his trouser pocket, and put his arm against the window of one side of the car, seeming to absorb the coolness from the glass: "I probably can't wear your swimsuit, let's forget about it today."

"You're not much shorter than me." Zhang Ye said, and he regretted it after he finished speaking. Maybe people simply don't want to wear other people's clothes. Some people have some cleanliness and taboos. , So he made excuses and said: "It's okay, I'm really tired today, maybe I'll get cramps."

Cheng Yang nodded his head slightly, and looked out of the window.

The car was driving on the road, and the street lights had gradually turned on, lighting up the huge dark green canopy of the camphor tree, and the scenery on the street was like a scene from an old movie.

Zhang Ye finished drinking the tea in the glass, leaned against the booth and took out his mobile phone. Zhao Duoduo poked his head halfway from the front seat: "Boss, are you playing games? Take me to the top."

Zhao Duoduo's operation was so bad that Zhang Ye seldom formed a team with him, but after putting on the headset, he dragged Zhao Duoduo into the team even though he hated it.

Cheng Yang didn't play games. After drinking tea, he put away the empty cup, lay down on the table, buried his face in his arms, and fell asleep.When I was a child, I had a cold stomach, and I would drool when I slept in the classroom. I was ridiculed by my classmates, so I got used to sleeping on my stomach. If I woke up, I could deal with the drooling in time. Over time, it became a habit. He didn't sleep with his head up in the seat either.

Zhang Ye was playing the game attentively. He played a round for seven or eight minutes. The stalemate made him upset. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of Cheng Yang lying there. Such a tall man, sleeping on the deck made him feel uncomfortable. He kicked under the table. He said, "There is a bed at the back. If you are sleepy, go and lie down for a while."

Cheng Yang didn't sleep well, so he answered vaguely, sat up, rubbed his eyes, bent over and walked back from the aisle.

Zhang Ye watched him lie down on the small bed at the back, lost his mind for a while, and the villain in the game was chopped down by the opponent.

No more stalemate, the battle ended directly, he pulled out the earplugs and put them on the table, put the phone in his trouser pocket, and glanced out the window in boredom.

"Don't play anymore?" Zhao Duoduo immediately dismissed, "Don't blame me this time."

Zhang Ye said: "I don't blame you, keep your voice down."

Zhao Duoduo nodded hastily, he knew that Zhang Ye was afraid of disturbing Cheng Yang who was sleeping behind.

Zhang Ye leaned back in the seat and leaned against the window to see the scenery on the street. In fact, he saw nothing. He was thinking about one thing, why did he care about Cheng Yang's orientation? Yang and that teacher, Cheng Yang and Wu Zhen, Cheng Yang and the screenwriter, etc. are all messed up.

He couldn't figure out why he thought about these things.

It’s hard to have close friends in their industry. They work together in a group for a period of time, and after the filming is over, they each do their own things. Even if we still keep in touch at first, but everyone is so busy, the friendship will fade after a long time. So he has never made a conscious effort to get to know anyone, Cheng Yang is an exception.

In the end, he attributed all this to the requirements of the director and the needs of the script itself, so he felt at ease again, looking lazily at the old man staggering and the children jumping under the trees on the sidewalk outside the window.

There were several pieces of clothing piled up beside the bed, and Cheng Yang gathered them together and put them into the small closet next to him before he lay down. Although the clothes were removed, there was still a faint smell of detergent in the space, which made him Feeling at ease, he was hanging on the wire in the morning, pulling the old injury on his waist, and running up and down with books in the afternoon, so tired that he didn't want to move his fingers. When Zhang Ye reminded Zhao Duoduo to keep his voice low, he wanted to say that even if you were next to him Drinking and singing didn't affect me, but he was so tired that he twitched the corners of his mouth and fell asleep without making a sound.

After a sweet sleep, when Cheng Yang was woken up by Zhao Duoduo, the car was already in the parking lot of the hotel. He was about to get out of the car with his clothes in his hands. Well, anyway, big stars have to wash it too."

Cheng Yang wondered: "Big star?"

Zhao Duoduo smiled plainly, and said in a low voice, "Oh, I mean boss, we call him that behind his back, he doesn't know."

"Oh." Cheng Yang smiled lightly, thanked him again, and jumped out of the car. The setting sun had already set below the horizon, and the hot wind was blowing in the square in front of the hotel. He walked up the steps in a few steps, and entered through the revolving door. The two elevators stopped on the first floor, and there was no one. He was slightly surprised and turned around. Zhao Duoduo had just walked in from the door.

"Where's Zhang Ye?" He thought Zhang Ye got out of the car a few steps before them, but he found it was not when he walked to the elevator.

"Miss came, he got off halfway." Zhao Duoduo said.

"Oh." Cheng Yang replied, he fell asleep in the car just now, and he didn't even know that the car had been heard halfway.

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Zhang Wen felt that she was talking too much on the phone that day, so when she was passing by on a business trip, she took a detour to visit the class, called the hotel, and asked Zhang Ye that they were still on their way back, so she drove over to pick them up.

City D is a tourist city, and it is the peak tourist season, especially in the film and television city. The restaurants are almost overcrowded. Zhang Wen found a secluded hotel by the sea and enjoyed a short dinner with her brother.

"Do you know I'm coming?" Zhang Wen asked, looking at his clothes.

Zhang Ye shook his head, picked up his glass and took a sip of juice: "Am I a bit silly in this outfit?"

Straight men are not sure about the aesthetics of straight men who have been criticized all the time.

Zhang Wen laughed and said, "Stupid? It's ah, when you didn't see you came in, the male and female waiters were looking at you."

It seems that Cheng Yang is really a brother, Zhang Ye swallowed a mouthful of juice, and looked out the window: "There is no need to eat here, at night, you can't see anything."

"It's clean and the seafood is fresh." Zhang Wen leaned lazily in the chair and looked out of the window, "I said something serious that day, I heard something about the crew, if you really find it annoying and don't want to shoot, forget it. I used to think that only by experiencing what is wrong can you find what is right, and I encourage you to experience it, but now, I think, the time in life is limited, and you can’t spend time on trial and error or trying.”

"I'm very confused now, let's talk about it after this film is finished." Zhang Ye glanced at Zhang Wen, and the emotions in his eyes suddenly became extremely complicated

Zhang Wen stared at him for a moment, then blinked and smiled: "It's up to you."

After the meal, Zhang Ye packed a shrimp ball and a seafood porridge. Zhang Wen watched the waiter bring them over, and asked casually, "For Zhao Duoduo?"

Zhang Ye suddenly came back to his senses, and said to the waiter: "Pack the same one again."

When the waiter walked away, Zhang Wen said, "So this is it?"

Zhang Ye said: "The one for Cheng Yang is the actor who played many scenes with me in the play. I am the one with the most NGs. I always trouble him to perform one after another. I feel sorry to see him."

Zhang Wen gave him a meaningful look, straightened her long hair and stood up. For convenience, she lives upstairs and has to catch a flight tomorrow morning: "I won't accompany you, the driver is downstairs, let him take you off later." You go."

Zhang Ye watched her leave the restaurant, and suddenly realized that he had explained a little too much.

Back at the crew hotel, it was nearly ten o'clock, Zhang Yelu raised his hand to knock on the door of Yang's room.

Cheng Yang lay down after arriving at the hotel. He had just finished taking a shower and was about to go out to find something to eat. He opened the door and saw that it was the chapter page, and smiled faintly: "I'm back."

Zhang Ye handed over a bag of food: "My sister took me to a big meal, and I packed two servings, and this is for you."

Cheng Yang said: "I was planning to go to the cafeteria to have porridge, thank you."

Zhang Ye said: "Didn't you eat when you came back?"

Cheng Yang nodded, and stretched his back with the bag: "Lie down for a while."

The chapter page keenly captures the crux of the problem: "Is your waist uncomfortable?"

"Yeah," Cheng Yang raised his hand and hammered his waist twice, the corners of his mouth twitched in pain. He had heard people say that pain is better than numbness and numbness.

Zhang Ye said: "Do you want to put a plaster?"

"I posted it in front of the mirror myself."

Zhang Ye felt that he was a little disappointed, and the disappointment was strange. He rubbed his nose and pointed to his door: "I'm going back."

"Ah."

When he wanted to swipe his card, he found that the room card was not on him, so Zhang Ye had to call Zhao Duoduo with his mobile phone: "I brought you food, and bring my room card by the way."

Cheng Yang was going to close the door, but when he heard his call, he leaned out and said, "Come in and sit for a while."

"Okay." A faint joy rose in Zhang Ye's heart, and he felt that he was a little unable to observe his emotions.