I don't want to play anymore

Cheng Yang's face turned red for no reason, first his ears, then his face, and finally his neck.

Zhang Ye glanced sideways, then looked twice more unconsciously before retracting his gaze, raised his foot and kicked Zhao Duoduo, but it was useless, he just pushed Zhao Duoduo two steps: "What are you thinking? Just lie down. It's a scene of chatting on the bed." After that, he glanced at Cheng Yang again, Cheng Yang had lowered his eyes and pulled out his chopsticks, so he waved his hand to Zhao Duoduo again: "It's time to eat."

Zhao Duoduo responded, but did not leave, and asked enthusiastically, "Xiao Cheng, you said this medicine is not good, so I'll go and buy you something else."

"No, it's noon, it's too hot outside, you should eat quickly."

"No trouble, no trouble, I came back early to order the meal, and I had finished eating before you came back." He put his phone on, took a parasol and got out of the car.

The car door closed with a bang, and only the two of them were left in the confined space.

Zhang Ye glanced at Cheng Yang, the blush on his face and neck had receded, and the tips of his ears were still red. He rarely saw people blushing, so he felt rare, and stared at it again and again until Cheng Yang seemed to notice something. , he retracted his gaze.

Zhang Ye cleared his throat: "Don't believe what Old Wu said today."

Cheng Yang didn't keep up with the rhythm of his thinking: "What?"

Zhang Ye put a piece of beef tenderloin into his mouth: "It is pure slander to say that I am a master in love."

"Oh," Cheng Yang looked up at him, "You said in the morning that the director gave you advice, what did she say?"

Zhang Ye thought that he almost forgot the business, so while eating, he recounted the four plans listed by Shan Jie to Cheng Yang. After retelling, he asked, "What are you going to do?"

Cheng Yang rubbed his nose: "I'll think about it."

Zhang Ye ate for a while, couldn't hold back, and gave an idea: "The director said to make a video of Wang Biao forcing you. If you don't grasp the degree properly, there will be many interpretations, saying that you are inducing something, or I will come. I will come when the time comes." ask him."

Cheng Yang shook his head: "Let's talk about it, say that he affects your appetite, let's eat first."

Zhang Ye saw that the meaning of his words did not seem to be affected by Wang Biao's trash, so he didn't say any more.

After dinner, Cheng Yang got up to pack the tableware, Zhang Ye said: "Go and lie down for a while, let Zhao Duoduo come back and clean up."

Cheng Yang glanced at the bed behind him: "I'm lying down, how about you?"

Zhang Ye took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket: "I'm not sleepy, just play two games."

Cheng Yang didn't say much. After packing the lunch box, he got up and walked back.

This is the second time I slept on this bed. There was no mess on the bed today. A folded light yellow blanket was placed on the pillow, and the snow-white sheets were stretched flat. He picked up the blanket and lay down, shook the blanket and pulled it away. One horn rests on the stomach.

It's just that he was woken up after lying down for half an hour. When he was in his third year of high school, he often studied until late at night, and developed the habit of lying down for a while at noon, so he fell asleep quickly. Although it didn't last long, he slept well.

He got off the crib, and Zhao Duoduo handed over the medicine and water together: "The medicine seller said that you won't be sleepy after taking this."

Cheng Yang took it, glanced at the instructions on the back of the box, thanked him, and said, "Duo Duo, add a WeChat."

Although Zhao Duoduo knew that Cheng Yang was going to give him money, it was rare for a lead actor to take the initiative to add a staff member’s WeChat account, so he turned on his mobile phone without hesitation: “Say, I’ll add it.”

Cheng Yang reported a series of numbers, took out a capsule, and swallowed it with warm water.

Zhang Ye watched the two of them in a daze while drinking water. After a bottle of water went down halfway, he twisted the bottle and put it on the table, then bent down and got out of the car.

It was very hot outside, and when he stepped out of the RV, Cheng Yang felt that he had entered a steamer, Zhang Ye was far ahead, and his steps were laziness.

The staff has arrived on the set one after another, doing the work in an orderly manner in the high temperature, slowly and skillfully.In the dressing room, the makeup artist gave Cheng Yang a look, spread out tools to touch up his makeup, took out his phone, and sent a red envelope to Zhao Duoduo.

In the afternoon the situation was just the opposite.

The frequent mistakes and NGs in the morning were almost all because of Cheng Yang, but in the afternoon Feng Shui took turns and turned into chapter pages.

Each person finished copying [-] copies of the patriarch's masterpiece, sleepy, hungry and tired, and both threw themselves on the bed.

There was only one bed, and people lay in disorder. After resting for a while, Shen E kicked Xu Wen: "Are you hungry?"

"It's okay." The voice was weak and weak.

Shen E was also very hungry, staring blankly at the roof above, and after a while, he became a little confused.

While half asleep and half awake, Shen E heard a noise outside the window, and he got up, only the dark night and crescent moon outside the window, if it wasn't for the note on the window sill, he thought he was hallucinating.

The camera zoomed in and saw the words on the note, Shen E's hands trembled slightly.

It's been seven years since I left Persimmon Fort. I don't know if you can block my sword today.

Wu Zhen yelled all morning, the weather was dry, and his voice was already a little hoarse: "Xiao Zhang, Shizibao is Shen E's childhood shadow, so he was first shocked and terrified, and then angry when he woke up."

Zhang Ye nodded at Wu Zhen, and started this paragraph again.

However, Zhang Ye couldn't give Wu Zhen the fear he wanted no matter what.

There is no way to do this. The actors have never experienced real fear, and they have no way to empathize with the characters. It is useless for the director to be anxious. Wu Zhen knows it very well.What he wants is not to open his eyes wide and open his mouth to scream and forcibly show a fearful look, he wants the actor to express his emotions from the heart, not to mention that the character of Shen E is reserved, even if he is afraid, he still holds back his fear So I couldn't be more anxious, but after several reshoots, Sun Chang couldn't hold back, because he knew what kind of family Zhang Ye came from. At his age, he probably had no chance to experience real despair.

He hadn't passed five in a row, and Zhang Ye was a little restless. He leaned on the window sill to get a feel, and even went through the horror movie he had watched a long time ago in his mind, but he still felt something was wrong.He didn't even pay attention when Cheng Yang walked over.

"Do you want to know why I'm afraid of water?" Cheng Yang's voice was soft and low.

After the director called a timeout, the cameraman, scene reporter and other staff all sat down to rest and drink water. The afternoon was sweltering, the windows were closed again, there was no wind, and everyone felt sleepy.There are only two of them in this corner.

Zhang Ye came back to his senses and raised his eyes to look at him.

"I was only three or four years old at that time, and I only knew that my mother didn't want me anymore, took me to the beach to play, and left me there..."

Zhang Ye was stunned for a moment, then opened his eyes wide, and looked at Cheng Yang in shock: "And then?"

"The waves are coming, I was ups and downs in the water, I called for help, but no one could hear me, but I was lucky, I was rescued by an uncle later." Cheng Yang's voice was very calm, as if he was saying something story.

Looking at his calm appearance, Zhang Ye recalled his stiff appearance in the water last night, and felt very worried for a moment: "Why did she do that?"

"Later, it was actually just my dad's speculation. She should have been suffering from postpartum depression and that's why." He didn't go on, and he didn't finish. In fact, he was lucky that day. Seeking relief by the sea, he was rescued, and his mother never came back.

Zhang Ye looked at him fixedly, Cheng Yang's eyes turned red, he turned his face away, and Zhang Ye also looked back.

"So, you can experience what I saw when I saw a large piece of water... the way I looked like last night." Cheng Yang's voice became lower and lower.

Zhang Ye raised his hand and pressed on his shoulder: "If work ends early today, I'll teach you how to swim. Only when you learn how to swim can you overcome your fear."

Cheng Yang looked at him, opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, Wu Zhen came over suddenly: "Xiao Zhang, let's talk again."

Zhang Ye took a deep breath: "I think it's almost done, do you want to try again?"

Wu Zhen looked at him and finally nodded: "OK."

Zhang Ye stood up again, holding the note in his hand. He thought that even if Cheng Yang knew that his mother did that because of long-term postpartum depression, the psychological shadow could never be revealed, just like that During the summer vacation last year, he played mobile games in his room until late at night. He was hungry and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. When he passed by the study, he suddenly heard a suppressed cry, which came from his mother. At that time, the two people in the room were very emotional Very excited, no one noticed him through the crack of the door.

To this day, he still remembers his mother's desperate expression and tone of voice when she said to his father, 'She doesn't know who she is, and looking back, nothing is worth it'.

He didn't know how long they had been talking, but his father's patience was good, and he asked her to think about two sensible and lovely children, and his elderly parents. His mother kept crying until she died.

When her mother cried like that, it was very contagious, and he shed tears outside the door, not knowing why he was crying, feeling very sad, and forgot to get food.

Later, his father came out to get water for his mother, and he slipped away quietly. He couldn't fall asleep that night, thinking repeatedly that his mother said that he didn't know who he was, and he started to dig into the horns when he thought about it, what is he?Who and what?

But he wasn't too scared at the time, he was just worried that his parents would divorce. Later, he found out that their situation was worse than divorce. His mother went to find herself, leaving behind three hesitant fathers, a lost and anxious father and two helpless kids...

The fear happened more than a year after his mother left. On his birthday, his father was drunk, and he saw his father weeping quietly. He suddenly became afraid, afraid that his father would have the same strange idea one day, just like his mother. After leaving them behind, he began to fear that he would be like his mother...

"Brother?"

Xu Wen called out to Shen E, who was dazed.

Shen E came back to his senses, his voice was so low that it seemed to be whispering: "We have known each other for so long, and I haven't heard you talk about family affairs."

"I don't know... where the parents' bodies are."

The flames on the candlestick flickered, and Xu Wen's voice was ethereal like smoke: "...a very big house, one banquet after another, people who can't remember their faces, many people, and many beautiful and gentle sisters , They told stories around me, fed me food, swung on a swing where you could pick loquats, and looked down at my sleeping mother outside the misty gauze tent..." His voice changed abruptly: "That room is very beautiful. Hei, my mother hugged me, she didn't speak, she was just sad, playing a piece of music repeatedly..."

Even if the princess is not Xu Wen's biological mother, she is still full of love for him, Cheng Yang thought silently, in fact, Xu Wen is much happier than him in this regard.

……

Shot No. [-] zooms in, showing a close-up of the front of the chapter page.

"My family is very poor. My mother died of illness, and my father died of hard labor. When I was six years old, the northern capital was destroyed. I followed the refugees all the way to the south. After more than a year, I settled in Persimmon Fort... The persimmons still hanging on the branches after the snow fell. The sweetest one, insert/in it with a straw, suck it lightly, and the pulp turns into sugar water in your mouth. There is not much farm work in winter. I rest on my arm and bask in the sun on the grass slope. What a wonderful day... That day when I was harvesting wheat in the field, there was a sudden sound of horseshoes, it was the bandits who came, and I was pushed into the wheat pile by my old man. When I set the fire, the smoke went in with the wind, and I still didn't hide it... That girl looked about three or five years older than me. She picked apart a few bundles of wheat with a sword and looked down at me. She didn't kill me, she scolded me Coward, said that my blood would insult her sword... Persimmon Fort is gone, and I am the only living person left... Later I arrived in Tongcheng, the headman met me on the street and bought me cakes to eat, and I Follow her."

Memories are too exhausting, not to mention that they have not eaten for two days and nights, the two of them seem to be tired, and they are lying side by side on the bed.

Xu Wen turned to look at Shen E: "Brother, we are all grown up now."

Growing up means that many things will no longer be as powerless as when we were young, it means that we will no longer passively wait for someone to rescue us when we encounter difficulties, and it means that we have the strength and courage to struggle.

With tears in Shen E's eyes, he smiled and said, "Yes, we have all grown up."

Turning his eyes, he saw Xu Wen frowning, and Shen E wanted to rub it away for him, but Xu Wen avoided it, rolled on the bed, and rolled into his arms.

At least at this moment, Zhang Ye clearly knew who he was, he was Shen E, and even more himself, he slightly raised his head to look at the non-existent moon outside the window, his eyes were sore, and finally couldn't hold back a tear go down.

"Ande promotes the banquet, and talks about his life." When Xu Wen recited the poem, his voice was as soft as the corolla of a silk tree.

The director called to stop, and the two of them lay still without moving.

Until Zhao Duoduo ran over and said, "I wish the big bed show a successful start."

The surrounding staff couldn't help laughing.

Zhang Ye turned over and lay there, scolding Zhao Duoduo in his heart as an idiot, and took the opportunity to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his cuffs. He hadn't cried for several years, and with so many people around, crying made him feel awkward.

Cheng Yang glanced at him, sat up, and stretched out his hand to Zhao Duoduo.

Zhao Duoduo pulled Cheng Yang up and looked at Zhang Ye who was lying on his stomach.

Cheng Yang followed him and looked at the person on the bed: "Let him lie down for a while."

Zhao Duoduo was full of question marks, looked at his boss again, took out a bottle of water from his bag, and handed it to Cheng Yang: "Is it really not sleepy after drinking that medicine?"

Cheng Yang smiled at him: "Yes."

However, Zhang Ye couldn't lie down for too long, because he had to make up a few close-up shots, and he was picked up from the bed by the photographer again.

He naturally took a few sips of the water that Cheng Yang had drunk half, screwed on the lid and stuffed it back into Cheng Yang's hand: "What time is it?"

I don't know who said it: "It's past eight o'clock."

"I can't learn to swim today." Zhang Ye said to Cheng Yang apologetically.

"Another day." Cheng Yang stretched his waist. Today's play has a lot of emotional fluctuations. He thought it would be difficult for him to act, but seeing that Zhang Ye couldn't make a play, he came out all at once.

After finishing the makeup and close-up, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

Wu Zhen is very satisfied with the performance of the two leading actors tonight: "I feel like I'm getting better."

The executive director next to him said: "The two teachers have found their feelings, but most of the scenes will be played in the future. Tomorrow, Teacher Cheng will be with Group A. When we film a rivalry scene again, I am afraid we will have to look for it again."

But Wu Zhen was very sure: "No, people are not goldfish. Even if we have to look for it again next time, it will be much smoother."

Zhang Ye glanced at Cheng Yang, wanted to say something, but felt that no matter what he said, it seemed inappropriate.

Everyone packed up their things and walked back one after another, with Zhang Ye and Cheng Yangzhu behind.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the sweet-scented osmanthus in the scenic area is in bloom, and the breeze brings sweet fragrance.

"Where's Duoduo?" Cheng Yang didn't see Zhao Duoduo, thinking he was still on the set, so he stopped and looked back.

Zhang Ye said: "He's going back to the RV first."

He was the first to take the close-up shot just now, but he could leave after the shoot. He didn't leave, and sent Zhao Duoduo away, waiting for Cheng Yang by himself.

Cheng Yang took out his mobile phone and took a look: "He also confiscated the red envelope sent to him, why don't I treat you to supper at night."

Zhang Ye said: "Go out to eat or go back to the hotel to order?"

"You decide." Cheng Yang turned off the phone screen and yawned.

"Go back, you're covered in sweat and rotten," Zhang Ye said.

Cheng Yang moved closer and sniffed: "It's okay, I can't smell it."

Zhang Ye suddenly walked over: "Let me smell you."

No matter how strange these words sounded, Cheng Yang raised his eyebrows and glanced at him.

The author has something to say: An De promotes the banquet, talks about his life, from Tao Yuanming's "Standing Cloud"