I don't want to play anymore

Lunch was provided by the hotel. Zhang Ye originally planned to take it back to his room to eat, but he did not dare to forget what Deputy Director Sun said. Seeing Cheng Yang carrying the dinner plate to the corner of the restaurant, he hesitated for a moment and bit the bullet. walked over.

Walking closer, he noticed that Cheng Yang was picking the green peppers from the green pepper beef aside.

He was so absorbed in picking dishes that he didn't seem to notice anyone coming, so Zhang Ye could only put on a business smile and ask, "Is there no one sitting here?"

Cheng Yang looked up at him: "No."

Just now I listened to the conversation between Zhang Ye and Deputy Director Sun in the bathroom, and Cheng Yang couldn't tell what he felt. It was like when he was studying well, he just transferred to the later school. After the mid-term exam, some students took the initiative to tell the head teacher. She wanted to sit at the same table with him, but when those classmates gradually got to know him, especially after the news about him in the previous school came over, they avoided him one by one.

Zhang Ye should have heard his call in the elevator that night, so let's see how long he can last, Cheng Yang thought indifferently in his heart.

Zhang Ye put down the plate and sat down. Although the two of them sat next to each other in the morning, they hardly spoke to each other. Now that he took the initiative to make friends, he didn't know what to say. He flicked the rice grains on the plate twice, and said: "You don't eat chili?"

"Ah."

"Then give it to me."

Cheng Yang looked up at Zhang Ye in surprise, his eyes wide open.

Zhang Ye was stunned for a moment, then earnestly said: "I mean don't waste it."

Cheng Yang slowly looked away, and pushed the plate forward: "The beef should be spicy too, so I'll give it to you too."

Although the lunch consisted of two meat dishes, one vegetarian dish and one soup, the portions of the dishes were not large. Zhang Ye also pushed the plate towards the middle: "Then I'll give you steamed eggs with minced meat."

Cheng Yang didn't make a sound, and unconsciously tapped the table with the fingers of his left hand a few times, took a sip of mustard mustard shredded pork soup.

Zhang Ye took a bite of the beef, and continued to find nothing to say: "If you can't eat anything spicy, this is really spicy."

Cheng Yang picked up the spoon to dig the steamed egg without making a sound. If he looked up at this moment, he could just see the twitching corner of Zhang Ye's mouth.

Zhang Ye swallowed the beef, and hurriedly took two mouthfuls of rice. In fact, he is not very good at spicy food.

After that, he didn't try to find a topic anymore, and used his mouth to deal with the two dishes. The two sat opposite each other, eating in silence.

Out of politeness, Cheng Yang naturally extended the spoon to Zhang Ye's side after finishing his portion of steamed eggs, and Zhang Ye had to send down the two portions of green pepper beef with a mouthful of rice and a mouthful of soup until the last one was eaten. Sometimes, he felt his tongue was numb.

Cheng Yang finally realized something: "I'll get you a bottle of water." He thought this person was weird, he insisted on eating spicy food even though he couldn't eat it, just because he didn't want to waste food?

Zhang Ye nodded while inhaling, took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from his forehead and nose.

Cheng Yang quickly returned with a bottle of purified water: "You should have said earlier if you can't eat spicy food."

"It's a man's nature to be brave." After Zhang Ye finished speaking, he laughed to himself: "Just kidding, I just don't want to waste it. Are you full?" Because he just saw Cheng Yang didn't even let go of the last piece of vegetables.

"I'm full." Cheng Yang bent down to pack up the dinner plate, and left with his.

Zhang Ye leaned back in the chair, sipped water, looked slightly sideways at the slender figure, and silently recorded the sacrifice he made for acting in his heart.

There was a two-hour break at noon, Zhang Ye didn't go back to the room, and went directly to the director's place, Wu Zhen asked him to watch the film he had made before the end of the morning.

When Zhang Ye opened the door and went in, Assistant Director Sun was there.

Wu Zhen turned around and waved at him: "Close the door, come here, first let me show you the scene of Cheng Yang going down the mountain."

Zhang Ye was about to find a chair, but Wu Zhen got up and made way for him: "Sit here and watch. My waist can't stand it after sitting all morning. I have to lie down in it for a while. If you have any questions, ask Assistant Director Sun."

"Ah."

The director's room is larger than that of their actors. It is a suite. There are several rooms. The outside is a reception room, and the inside is a bedroom.

Wu Zhen's figure disappeared behind the bedroom door, and Assistant Director Sun handed a loose-leaf notebook to Zhang Ye: "Let's read the script first."

"En." Zhang Ye opened the book and read it carefully.

He has read the original novel, and he has an impression of the part about going down the mountain, but the script is different from the novel. It does not have any rhetoric to set it off. It only tells you in the most plain language what the actor should do and what the camera should record. As for the last actor How to act and how the director shoots are not in its control.

This paragraph is very short, he finished it quickly, and subconsciously started a second time.

From the point of view of the apprentice, I witnessed the master tortured to death the Taoist priest who brought him up, treated him, and taught him to read. The master didn't explain a word, and even urged him to go down the mountain lightly, as if nothing happened. However, as long as everyone leaves here, everything before will cease to exist.

Xu Wen was puzzled, he had both resentment and fear towards the master in his heart, but when the master said—you have suffered—he distinguished—it was the Taoist priest who suffered.Then, because he felt Master's weakness and disappointment, he became dazed and resentful again, sarcasm secretly in his words, until the last critical question--Master forced me like this, can I bear it in my heart?

Xu Wen is fearful, painful, cowardly and sensitive, but at the same time proud and sharp.

Zhang Ye lowered his eyes silently, trying to empathize with such a character, but what finally appeared in his mind was the face of the young man sitting opposite him at lunch. The slender, beautiful and sharp corners of the eyes were the most striking and most striking features of the young man's face. How would he act in this part of the memorable scene?

Zhang Ye suddenly wanted to know and see urgently.

After closing the notebook and opening his eyes again, he turned to Assistant Director Sun and said, "It's ready to play."

Deputy Director Sun picked up the mouse and clicked on the screen.

The broadcast ended soon, because it was just a rough cut, not a finished film, and the scene was not cut at the end. In the screen, Mr. Yu Min finished reading that line, and the last scene was Cheng Yang crying. It was over here , but Cheng Yang was still crying, his eyes were stubborn, and his expression had completely changed from unbearable anger and pain to grief, and the grief continued to intensify until he realized that the filming was over, so he turned his face away, but Zhang Page saw that his shoulders were still shaking slightly.

This is the unpolished original film, the light and shadow and sound quality effects are not ideal.

But the chapter page was touched a lot. After reading it, he felt his heart was blocked.

What the young man gave was beyond his imagination, and it was shocking.

"How is it?" Deputy Director Sun turned to look at him.

"The acting is very good, even the most subtle emotional changes are expressed, not to mention web dramas, even the enlarged screen is enough, not to mention whether I can do it, I may not even be able to cry." Zhang Ye said frankly.

"It's a good performance. Do you want to play another part of yours?"

Zhang Ye immediately refused: "Farewell, it will be terrible after comparison."

Deputy Director Sun closed the computer screen, and repeated what he said in the bathroom this morning: "Actually, you have been exposed. Those scenes where you performed mediocre before were actually broadcast later. If you can make up for it later, you will eventually The overall effect presented should still be watchable." After a pause, he said earnestly again: "You also know that our show's reputation was ruined during the casting stage, and then the producer was changed, and the other party found Director Wu, Director Wu took over. But Director Wu is a perfectionist, since he has taken over, he wants to make the show well, he doesn't want to ruin his own brand, so you have to work harder."

This was probably something that Director Wu couldn't say directly to him. Zhang Ye felt that Deputy Director Sun's hands on his shoulders put more force on him, and the heavy weight was on him. He nodded solemnly: "I will work hard."

Assistant Director Sun added: "If you can read other people's good works and realize your own shortcomings, it means that you are not too far behind, so don't put too much pressure on yourself, remember what I told you at noon. "

Zhang Ye nodded again.

"It really doesn't work, we can still adjust the lens, and we can also work more on post-editing."

Zhang Ye understood Assistant Director Sun's meaning, saying this was nothing more than to put him under too much pressure: "My matter..."

Deputy Director Sun looked at him and said, "I didn't say anything to anyone."

Zhang Ye nodded slightly.

Deputy Director Sun pointed outside: "Go and rest."

Zhang Ye got up and walked out. In fact, he still didn't say a word. He felt that Cheng Yang's acting like this should hurt him.

·

In the afternoon, all the main creators discussed the script together. Since there was no request in the evening, some actors did not go to the restaurant for dinner at the end.

Zhu Zhenting invited Meng Yao and Teacher Yu Min, who played the role of their head, to have dinner. Teacher Yu said that he wanted to change clothes, so the two of them waited in the meeting room.

Cheng Yang went to the bathroom, and when he came out, there was no one outside. When he passed the rest area in the middle, he happened to bump into two people.

Meng Yao smiled at him, and he smiled back.

Zhu Zhenting couldn't save his face, so he stopped him and said, "They said that the hot pot next to the film and television city is good, let's go together?"

Cheng Yang said lightly: "Go and eat, thank you."

Zhu Zhenting didn't intend to take him with him at first, but he thought that Cheng Yang was quite an interesting person, so he didn't post it himself, so before he went far, he started joking with Meng Yao again.

There were a lot of people going up and down the stairs at this moment, and the elevator was still on it. Cheng Yang pressed the down button and stood and waited.

When Zhang Ye walked over from the other side, the elevator was on the first floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a tall man stopping beside him, and then heard him panting slightly: "Go to the restaurant for dinner?"

Cheng Yang nodded.

"Let's go out to eat. I just went up to see it. The main course tonight is Kung Pao Chicken. There is no chicken, it's all dried chili." Zhang Ye said with a smile.

"I'm not very familiar with this place." Cheng Yang said.

"I know that there is a shop that makes good noodles, do you want to try it?" Zhang Ye had filmed in this film and television city before, so he had a good understanding of the food and drink nearby.

"can."

Coming out of the hotel, there was a row of crew cars parked outside. Zhang Ye was still hesitating whether to let the driver of the crew deliver it or take a taxi by himself. Cheng Yang pointed to the side of the road not far away and said, "There are shared bicycles over there, what do you think?" Is the place far? Not far, let's ride there."

"Then let's ride." Zhang Ye decisively put away the phone.

Drunken by the setting sun, two tall and thin men swept a small bicycle each, and drove into the non-motorized lane one after the other. The branches and leaves of the camphor tree above their heads were dense and lush, and the skylight leaked from the leaves and fell on the riders. shoulders.

Not long after, Zhang Ye felt like he was sweating like rain, but the wind blowing on his face washed away the sweat and gave him a sense of comfort. He couldn't remember how long he hadn't ridden a bicycle like this. Looking back, there was just a ray of light When it fell on Cheng Yang's face, the sweat on his nostrils shone like crystals.

When turning the corner and waiting for the green light, someone on the side of the road held up his mobile phone to Zhang Ye. He was in a good mood and put on a smiling face in cooperation.

After crossing the intersection of traffic lights, it took only a few minutes to arrive near the store. The two parked their cars and walked there, panting slightly.

After ordering noodles and side dishes, the two sat down in a corner and unscrewed a bottle of ice water each.

"At noon, the director called me over to watch your downhill scene." Shui rolled his tongue and slid down his throat, and Zhang Ye's voice was deep and mellow.

"That scene, it was that scene when I auditioned." Cheng Yang said calmly.

"No wonder, Lao Wu is highly respected. If I were a director, I would use you too." Zhang Ye is not stingy with compliments, he is sincere, not commercial flattery.

Cheng Yang seemed a little embarrassed by his praise, and looked away from the window.

After saying these two big truths, Zhang Ye couldn't think of what to talk about for a while. After all, the two met last night. He looked up and looked around. It was meal time, and the restaurant was full of waiting diners, so he took out his mobile phone , planning to play two games to pass the time, caught a glimpse of Cheng Yang still looking out the window, and asked him: "What games do you usually play?"

Cheng Yang withdrew his eyes and looked at him, and his tone was a little uncertain when he spoke: "Xiaoxiaole?"

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and his eyes were round and round, covered with lights, like a pair of gemstones. Zhang Ye felt that his eyes were too beautiful, so he lowered his eyelids uncomfortably: "Study so well, play such mentally retarded games?"

Cheng Yang got stuck for a while: "Uh, maybe I'm too tired from studying, so I don't want to use my brain when I'm playing."

Zhang Ye nodded slightly, and opened the game interface: "Would you like to try this [XX], it's very fun."

Playing games together can bring people closer, which is what his sister Zhang Wen taught him.

Cheng Yang suddenly looked behind him and said, "That's Director Wu and Deputy Director Sun?"

Zhang Ye looked up, turned to take a look, and then quickly turned back and lay down on the table.

The store is divided into small spaces by half-person-high low walls. The two directors are located in a space not far away. If they are sitting normally, they will not be able to see the directors from their side. The waiter served the food, and the two directors stood up together. Director Wu took the plate from the waiter first, and when handing it over to Assistant Director Sun, he pinched his little finger. Zhang Ye was so startled that he fell down and forgot what he had said speak.

Cheng Yang didn't look at it that carefully, and even though he didn't understand it, he also got down on his stomach, resting his chin on his arm, and said in a breathy voice: "We're out for dinner, can't we let the director know?"

The two of them looked like students doing tricks in class, because they were afraid of being caught by the teacher, their faces were almost stuck on the table.

That action was so ambiguous, Zhang Ye was sure that he read it correctly, since he couldn't say it, he couldn't think of a more reasonable explanation for a while, so he could only muddle through like this, so he nodded vaguely while lying on his arm.