I don't want to play anymore

Cheng Yang stared at that sentence, lost in thought for a long time.

There are still a lot of scenes that have not been filmed. If you are worried about making scenes now, how can you make those scenes?

It's better to do this first, as long as you pay attention to distinguishing between the inside and the outside of the play, and you will naturally leave when it's finished.

He is not a hesitant person. After making up his mind, he took a deep breath and typed a few words on the screen.

Cy: Let me go.

He was already wearing a pair of bottoming trousers on his legs, so he didn't need to change them, so he grabbed a short-sleeved shirt and put them on, got out of the car with his mobile phone, and walked towards Zhang Ye's RV.

"Do you have ice packs or ice water in your car?" He asked as soon as he got in the car.

Zhao Duoduo hurriedly handed him the ice packs he had prepared: "I have prepared quite a few, but they haven't come in handy."

Cheng Yang grabbed it and pressed it on his forehead. The ice pack just taken out of the refrigerator was covered with a layer of white mist. The moment it touched his skin, his sweat glands seemed to shrink, which made Cheng Yang hiss uncontrollably.

Zhao Duoduo smiled and asked, "Is it cool?"

Cheng Yang nodded and said, "Then I'll go back."

Zhang Ye turned out from the changing room at the back of the car and tore off the hem of his T-shirt. The caravan was not high enough, so he could only walk over bent over: "Have you put a plaster on?"

Cheng Yang sniffed: "It smells good, doesn't it?"

Zhang Ye nodded: "A little bit, is it serious?"

Cheng Yang said: "It's still within the tolerable range."

Zhang Ye pointed to the lunch box on the booth: "Let's eat together. Just now, the driver brother said that there are chili peppers in the lunch box given by the crew today. You didn't come here originally, but Zhao Duoduo planned to send it to you."

Cheng Yang didn't hesitate any longer, and sat down at the nearest seat with an ice pack on his hands.

The two sat and ate, facing each other. Cheng Yang observed Zhang Ye silently. Zhang Ye flicked his mobile phone while eating. At first, he should be replying to messages, and later he was browsing the web. Some of the two topics were started by Zhao Duoduo. This way of getting along made Cheng Yang feel at ease. It was difficult for Zhang Ye to enter the play, and the characteristic of fast play was like an insurance policy, which made him firmly believe that even if he played slowly, he would still be able to play. It will not have any impact on each other's real life.

Since the role of Li Jianbin is not much in the first place, the screenwriter no longer adds plays to Zhu Zhenting, so there are not many roles left for him. His team feels that there is no hope of adding plays, so there is no need to waste time here and communicate with the show. Somehow, Mr. Yu Min, who happened to play the master, also had other announcements, so the show crew temporarily adjusted the follow-up episodes, trying to allow them to wrap up together on the weekend.

So Cheng Yang rested for half an hour after lunch, and was called to the set by the crew assistant with the adjusted notice to shoot the fight scene with Zhu Zhenting.

In the play, Shen E was not present in several fight scenes between Xu Wenwen and Li Jianbin, so the crew was temporarily divided into A and B, and Zhang Ye followed the other group.

For the next three days, Zhang Ye didn't see Cheng Yang on the set. He first spent a day in a forest in the film and television city, filming a scene where he was looking for a monster that hurt people with his disciples, and the next day with the actor. Teacher Yu Min and the county guard of the master filmed, and on the third day, Geng Qi from the Discipline Hall filmed and investigated the case. Except for the first day, which was a little tired from going around, the next two days were all literary dramas, which was relatively easy, while Cheng Yang However, I filmed the scene for three consecutive days. Even with the blessing of Zhang Ye's plaster, the old injury on my waist was on the verge of becoming unbearable.

However, the tiredness of these three days made him feel more at ease. He was in a good state of filming, and the problems he worried about before did not pose any troubles.

The mentality was completely relaxed, so that when I was about to go to the hotel upstairs for a massage after work, I ran into Zhang Ye in the corridor, and he said casually: "Director Wu said that the masseurs in the hotel are good, do you want to try it?"

The bag strap on Zhang Ye's shoulder slipped off, and he sent it up again: "I'll go up after I go back to the house and take a shower."

Cheng Yang nodded and walked straight to the elevator.

The massage master knew how to do massage. Cheng Yang lay down on the bed. He stared at the bruises on Cheng Yang's back and clicked his tongue and said, "Is there no martial arts stand-in in your crew, or are you just a stand-in?"

Their martial arts movements in this play are not too elegant, the director wants a heavy feeling, so when it comes to shooting, there are no shadows flying around, they are all facing the camera, real confrontation, using stuntmen Not realistic at all.

Cheng Yang was pressed on the old wound by him, a sharp pain shot up the spinal cord, he gritted his teeth and said, "What do you think?"

The masseuse tilted his head and looked at him: "Your face doesn't look like it." He pressed his arms hard, and pressed his knuckles down again: "It hurts to press here?"

This time it was more fatal than the pressing just now, Cheng Yang's face turned pale, and he waited for a while before whispering: "Be gentle, that place was hurt before."

The masseur didn't dare to use any more force, and frowned, he pressed his fingertips on the skin with plaster marks: "Why do you have old injuries at a young age? Fighting with someone?"

"Yes." Cheng Yang said.

The masseur raised his arm, and his eyes lingered on the deep and shallow red, swollen and bruised on Cheng Yang's body: "Apart from your nose, bruises and swollen face, you have injuries everywhere. Hold on, I'll press it for you, and you get up tomorrow." It will be much easier.”

"Yeah." Cheng Yang grabbed the pillow under his neck.

When Zhang Ye came in, Cheng Yang had already collapsed from the pain, his forehead and nose were covered with thin beads of sweat, and his eyelashes fluttered weakly, as if they would stop in the next second.Zhang Ye stared at Cheng Yang's face for a few seconds before Cheng Yang raised his eyelids slightly and said in a low voice, "Come here?"

"Yeah." Zhang Ye nodded, turned his eyes away from Cheng Yang's face, his neck was also covered with a fine layer of sweat, shining brightly under the pouring light from the top, his shoulders were down His skin glowed a steaming red, and the master's big rough hands kneaded his back like his face. The kneaded skin turned white, and then turned back to red again.

Zhang Ye observed for a minute, and when the master's hand touched Cheng Yang's waist, he suddenly moved away uncomfortably. He turned back to Cheng Yang's ear and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Cheng Yang nodded silently.

The masseuse turned around and said to him with a smile: "If you want to know whether it hurts or not, you will know if you try it."

Zhang Ye clicked his tongue: "It hurts so much that I don't want to try it."

Cheng Yang couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Are you still afraid of pain?"

"I..." Zhang Ye tore off the towel from his neck. The towel caught the water dripping from the tip of his hair and it was already damp. He held it in his hand and squeezed it, "I'm not afraid, that, master, he How long until it's over?"

The masseur said: "It's almost done, if you press it, go to the bed next to you and lie down."

Zhang Ye glanced at the bed on the inside, and put the towel back around his neck: "I'm not hurt, let's forget about it today."

The masseuse only thought that he was afraid of pain and didn't pay much attention to it.

When the masseuse came out of the room, Cheng Yang rolled over on the bed wrapped in a towel and sat up: "I'll go take a shower."

Zhang Ye responded casually. He felt that he was inexplicable, so he ran up and went down again if he didn't press it.

Cheng Yang quickly washed off the medicinal oil on his body, put on his own clothes, and came out. Zhang Ye leaned against the door and lowered his head to brush his phone. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he put away his phone and raised his head: "I read the announcement, tomorrow is still playing. Can you bear it?"

Tomorrow morning, Xu Wen will shoot a scene where he fights with a female assassin in Zangshuge and is stabbed by Shi Yu. The afternoon scene will be with the supporting actors, and he will also have to fight. The evening scene will be with Zhang Ye, Zhu Zhenting and others. Big night The scene is with a female assassin. Fortunately, he doesn't have to fight the female assassin. The fight scene is done by Zhang Ye.

"School will start in September, and I don't want to take too much time off." There was water on the bar at the entrance of the massage room, Cheng Yang took a bottle and raised it, Zhang shook his head and said no, he unscrewed it and drank it all at once.

"Freshmen have military training at the beginning of school, right?" Zhang Ye took out his phone again, swiping while walking.

"Well, after the report, I'll discuss with the school teacher, and limit the leave time to the military training period, and try not to delay the following classes." He drank water while walking, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhang Ye who had been looking at his phone, and in front of him was the corridor. At the corner, I had to raise my hand to block him: "Don't hit the wall."

Zhang Ye came back to his senses, paused, turned a corner and continued to swipe his phone while walking: "Liu Dongdong used to be an excellent graduate of your school, and he boasted that there was an old professor in their major who liked him very much. I asked him to help you. Ask about leave."

It turned out that he was busy with this, and when Cheng Yang was about to say that he didn't need to bother him, Zhu Zhenting walked over to him.

With six eyes facing each other, Zhang Ye continued to type in the input area with his head down.

"Are you really here?" He came here alone, and the two assistants who often followed him were not there.

"Is there something wrong?" Cheng Yang asked.

"I came here to ask you to have dinner together. Aren't Shi Yu, I, and Teacher Yu Min all about to wrap up the finale? The day of the finale was a big night show, and we had to leave early the next morning, so after discussing it, I said please Let's have a meal and celebrate." Zhu Zhenting said.

Chapter Page typed the last word, clicked send and locked the screen, put the phone in his trouser pocket, and went straight to the point: "Everyone here?"

Zhu Zhenting understood Zhang Ye's meaning, because he was afraid that he would be a sinister person, "Well," he nodded his head in shame and depression, the smile on his face could not hold back, "It's in the restaurant below the hotel, some dishes are prepared by the hotel The master made some of them that his assistant bought from outside."

Since there were many people in the hotel, Cheng Yang and Zhang Ye looked at each other.

A: Go ahead.

Another: go.

"The sixth floor, right?" Zhang Ye spoke first, "I'll go back and put a towel first."

"Yes, the biggest box on the 6th floor, if you can't find it after passing by, you can ask the waiter over there." Zhu Zhenting said with a smile.

Cheng Yang said, "I'll go back and get my phone."

"Hey." Zhu Zhenting watched the two walk towards the elevator, thought for a while, and added: "Hurry up, everyone has passed."

Zhang Ye waved his hand to show that he knew, Cheng Yang raised his hand and pressed the down button of the elevator, and turned his face to look at Zhang Ye: "Is it a rule in the industry to treat guests?"

Zhang Ye shook his head: "No, it's up to you to be happy." Anyway, there were no treats for the few crews he had been in before, probably because everyone was confused?

"Are you worried that he is not just trying to win people's hearts?"

The elevator door opened slowly, and the two stepped inside one after the other. Cheng Yang said, "Maybe I'm thinking too much."

Zhang Ye twirled the thin phone screen with his fingertips and said, "With so many people, he probably can't do anything."

Cheng Yang was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes."

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The elevator door closed, Xiao Gao turned out from the bathroom at the end of the corridor, Zhu Zhenting glanced at her, and said impatiently, "Can you hurry up?"

Xiao Gao was urged, but he still took his time. When he approached her, he looked at Zhu Zhenting and said, "You have another pimple on your face."

Zhu Zhenting said irritably, "If you don't sleep well, you won't get acne."

Xiao Gao sneered, stopped at the elevator door, raised his hand to press it, and hugged his shoulder again: "Do you want to have acne every day in the future?"

Zhu Zhenting looked down at her and said, "..." The fire in his heart crept up.

Xiao Gao sneered again: "Do you want to be controlled by the video forever in the future?"

Zhu Zhenting was overwhelmed by her words, and couldn't help but said: "Of course my mother doesn't want to, it's not because you are self-defeating."

This little Gao is also strange. He wiped tears when he saw him two days after the incident, but he didn’t wipe tears these two days, but he didn’t go to the set either. Zhu Zhenting only thought that she was afraid that he would be upset when he saw her, so he hid on purpose and didn’t go there. In my heart, who would have thought that today I would suddenly be a different person.

Xiao Gao looked up at him, his expression still cold: "So I hope you will seriously consider my plan and turn the current disadvantage into an advantage."

Zhu Zhenting looked at her: "Don't worry about it, don't be self-defeating and shoot yourself in the foot. Besides, they look like they are looking for something, and the thing belongs to her. These are all your subjective judgments." , Who knows if that’s the case.”

The elevator door opened, and Xiao Gao raised his leg and stepped in: "I've asked someone to inquire, and she really has that kind of relationship with that person, there is no doubt about it."

Zhu Zhenting frowned, not knowing whether he was moved by her plan or still irritated.

Xiao Gao waited until the elevator door was closed, and said again: "Tonight should be the last chance, it's inappropriate to say this later, you can decide for yourself."