I don't want to play anymore

Zhang Ye didn't know why he peeked at other people's information, he knew it was wrong.

But the various rumors about Cheng Yang, and the Cheng Yang he knew these days always made him feel separated.

On the one hand, it is to bring funds into the group, have sex with a teacher, eat other people's family and live in other people's ignorance, and report these hard-to-distinguish news.

On the other hand, Xueba is extremely silent when there are many people, and he directly hates people on the night of dinner. The director and actors who have worked with him all praised him for his good performance of the role, and just like now, the mobile phone is just put on and replaced In the pocket of his clothes, the content of the new WeChat message is directly displayed on the notification bar, without any precautions...

Unknowingly, he wanted to piece together, wondering what kind of person this was.

He paused before putting the phone back, then curled his index finger and long pressed the side button, turning off the phone.

It's fine if he sees it, but don't let more people see this kind of thing.

I found a board of medicine from another pocket. There is no outer box and instructions, but I can still see the name of the medicine. Zhang Ye took out his mobile phone and checked it. It is for allergies, so it should be, so he took the medicine He picked it up and got out of the car.

When he returned to the dressing room, the battle-damaged makeup on Cheng Yang's face had already been put on. When Zhang Ye saw it for the first time, he thought Cheng Yang had really been punched in the face.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Yang noticed his gaze.

"Like the real thing." Zhang Ye blurted out.

"That's because our makeup teacher is skilled." A staff member next to him said with a smile.

The makeup artist who was complimented smiled and put the tools back into the makeup box one by one.

The makeup assistant took the umbrella in Zhang Ye's hand, and scanned his face: "Mr. Zhang, sit down, you still need to touch up your makeup."

Zhang Ye sat down as promised, turned slightly sideways, and handed the medicine to Cheng Yang: "Is this it?"

Cheng Yang took it and took a look: "Yes, thank you."

Their eyes met, and there was a faint smile in Cheng Yang's eyes. Zhang Ye caught a glimpse of a small mole under his earlobe, which he hadn't noticed before.

The makeup assistant had already spread out the tool kit on the table, and Zhang Ye sat upright: "It will be fine with a little repair?" As an actor, he is not afraid of long waiting and repeated NG, and the most impatient thing is probably being caught by others. Painted and painted on the face.

"Hmm." The makeup assistant motioned him to raise his chin.

Assistant Xiao Zhang finally appeared, rushed in and said, "The director's team has called, can the two teachers go over?"

The makeup assistant looked back at him: "We have to wait another 2 minutes."

"Okay." Xiao Zhang took a breath, and seeing Cheng Yang taking medicine, hurried over to greet him.

……

Two minutes later, Zhang Ye and Cheng Yang followed Xiao Zhang to the studio.

Running back and forth, before sitting down for 3 minutes, he came out to rush to the scene again. Zhang Ye felt that the costume inside had been completely stuck to his back. Thinking that he hadn’t spoken to Cheng Yang yet, he had no choice but to recite in his heart. His mind wandered elsewhere.

Yiyu knew that it was a big company that was one of the best in the industry, with top-notch public relations capabilities. Little Zhu guessed that it should be Zhu Zhenting, Yiyu's second brother, who played a supporting role for them this time.

Although I don't know the position of Mr. Wang who sent messages to Cheng Yang in Yiyu, but he should be able to allocate the artist's resources at will, and he should have a lot of power in his hands.

But between the lines, Cheng Yang should have rejected this person.

Zhang Ye unknowingly glanced at Cheng Yang. He was wearing a gray robe, probably because the collar was too stiff. As he walked, the ribbed fabric rubbed against the back of his neck and drew a line on his skin. Light red marks.

There are countless fair-skinned and fine-skinned people in their line, and Zhang Ye, who is naturally wheat-colored, is one of the few.He has attended various occasions with the elders in his family since he was a child, and he has seen too many beautiful skins under the spotlight. He thought that he was already immune to things like flesh/lust, but at this moment under the white sun, the touch of white on the white A red strip stimulated his retinal nerves and firmly attracted his attention.

It wasn't until Cheng Yang turned around and walked into the studio that he came back to his senses, dispelled all his messy thoughts, tried hard to recall his lines, and followed with strides.

Wu Zhen stood in front of the blower looking for coolness, fixed his eyes on the two people who walked in, and then waved and shouted loudly: "Come on, come and take your positions, the photographer needs to adjust the light again."

Zhang Ye subconsciously looked for Deputy Director Sun, but Deputy Director Sun was not there.

He ran to his place and stood up, turned around and asked Wu Zhen: "He has makeup on his face, and my hands are always sweating. Do I have to do it directly later? I'm afraid that one piece will be ruined without makeup."

Wu Zhen frowned and said: "You child, you are thinking about the second thing before you start shooting. You can touch it later. Isn't there a make-up artist here, and you can make up after touching it, but you Try to pass one by one, we have a tight task today."

The word 'touch' made Zhang Ye feel awkward, and the picture of Wu Zhen pinching Assistant Director Sun's finger flashed again, reminding him of something related to ambiguity, and he subconsciously glanced at Cheng Yang: "I will try my best."

The groups were in place and filming began. Zhang Ye experienced the most difficult two hours since he was filming.

From the restraint at the beginning to the numbness later, after being NG for five times, it finally passed. During this period, the director gradually lost patience, and Assistant Director Sun, who arrived halfway through the filming, stared anxiously. But for Zhang Ye, in full view of everyone Next, he really did his best.

Before leaving the studio, he glanced behind the monitor again. Deputy Director Sun walked towards Wu Zhen slowly, his gait was a bit abnormal, as if he was twisting his waist. After getting closer, the two of them said something, He saw Wu Zhen press on Assistant Director Sun's waist.

It seems that I really read it right that night, and Shan Jie didn't talk nonsense, the relationship between the two is like this.

Zhang Ye suddenly withdrew his gaze, and met Cheng Yang's probing gaze.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Yang felt like he was frightened by something.

"No," Zhang Ye scratched his ear, "I, I was always re-shooting just now, which dragged you down, otherwise I could have called it a day."

"Relax, don't put too much pressure on yourself." Cheng Yang looked at him and said, without denying that he wanted to call it a day. After all, the temperature in the studio was [-] to [-] degrees, and staying in it was like a sauna. I feel like I'm going to suffocate in the next second.

Back in the RV, Zhang Ye was still in a low mood. The crew assistant brought a box of lunch. He thought that the first scene in the afternoon would be filming the scene where he had dinner at Xiangjitang. Eat more and save your stomach in advance.

However, I don’t know if the director’s team didn’t fully wake up after the lunch break or what happened to the scene of Xiangjitang. I took a trial shot, and when it was officially filmed, I passed one.

Zhang Ye was hungry and comforted himself that he had lost weight, so he could only grab mineral water and drink it vigorously.

Then there is the scene of applying medicine in Xi Sangju, which has a lot of lines and interactions.

Both the props group and the lighting group are still making final fine-tuning, and the two sat on the couch and waited.

From the open window behind him, there was a humid wind blowing in the heat wave, and it didn't feel much cool on the back. Zhang Ye felt that except for the outer robe, the inner two layers should be completely soaked. He picked up the small fan and turned it on to the highest gear to blow on his face. Cheng Yang next to him was also blowing on the small fan just like him, but on the neckline, while flipping through a few volumes of books on the table as props.

"The props team is quite attentive. I thought it would be a book without words." After a long silence, Cheng Yang said the first sentence after entering this room.

Zhang Ye smiled: "Have you memorized all the lines?"

Cheng Yang nodded, picked up another book and flipped through it.

At the end of noon, I was in no mood to be scolded by the director. There were too many people around in the dinner scene, and there was no chance. Now the staff are far away, so Zhang Ye said to Cheng Yang across the table: "When I get the medicine in the morning I saw your phone."

Cheng Yang looked away from the page and raised his head slightly with a questioning expression.

"I turned off your phone," Zhang Ye looked at him and said, "It's not convenient for costumes, and it doesn't matter if you put your phone in the RV, but the message reminds you to set it up."

Cheng Yang's face froze, and he understood Zhang Ye's meaning after a moment, lowered his eyelids and hesitated for a few seconds, then looked up at Zhang Ye and asked, "Have you ever encountered such a situation?"

Zhang Ye didn't expect him to be so direct. Although he didn't know what specific conditions Mr. Wang asked him, they were nothing more than those.

"Maybe I'm rough-looking, and no one has approached me so far." He was afraid that his words would cause ambiguity, and he might be suspected of connoting someone's appearance, and added: "However, it's not good to talk about this kind of thing. Maybe it will come later.”

Cheng Yang hadn't digested the first half of Zhang Ye's sentence, but he was stunned by his second sentence. His tone seemed to be looking forward to it?Staring at the chapter page for two seconds, Cheng Yang couldn't think of what expression to put on, and finally just nodded slightly, the expression on his face seemed indescribable.

At this time, the cameraman who was in charge of taking the extras came over, and wailed as soon as he came up: "Our boss asked me to hand over the interplay of the two male protagonists today, the two teachers, please save the child, the child wishes you an early year .”

Zhang Ye was overwhelmed by the photographer's exaggerated acting skills, and asked with a frown, "What kind of interaction do you want?"

The cameraman was all smiles, and said cracklingly: "As long as it doesn't involve spoilers, it should be fine, for example, the sand sculpture style, everyone watched it hahaha..."

Zhang Ye saw the corner of Cheng Yang's mouth slightly twitched, and thought that he probably felt that such filming was meaningless.

Zhang Ye also felt the same way, but for the sake of publicity, this will always be the case. He pondered for a few seconds, glanced at Cheng Yang next to him, raised his head and said to the photographer: "Why don't we do something like an interview, and ask Answer, what do you think?"

"Okay, okay." The cameraman nodded hurriedly, and immediately set up the camera.

Before Cheng Yang recovered, Zhang Ye handed the small fan in his hand to Cheng Yang, pretending that it was a microphone: "You may not know yet, our Xiao Cheng is a top student, and we just got it not long ago. The admission letter from a prestigious school, so do you have any learning experience to share with you?"

Cheng Yang glanced at him blankly and in surprise, pursed the corners of his lips, and said, "Just, study hard."

The question was not distracted, and the answer was even less distracted. The cameraman half-jokingly said: "What kind of answer is this?"

Zhang Ye felt that Cheng Yang's answer was not perfunctory. He ignored the photographer's protest, and then asked a second question.

"Then what do you think of the online rumor that you brought money into the group?"

The author has something to say: There is another update at 18:00 today, and there will be another chapter at noon every day in the future.