Love is worse than nurturing

Gao Han doesn't have any hobbies, so he has to mention one, and acting is barely counted, otherwise he wouldn't have applied for the acting department in his previous life.

Although some things happened and he failed to graduate, his talent was unanimously recognized by the teachers in the department.

After all, there are very few immersive actors, and one of them is a patriarch's meal.

Just when the director asked Gao Han to go back and wait for the notification, Song Jiyang spoke, his voice was as clear as jade.

"Don't go back and wait, it's all a passing scene, let the people who auditioned for Li Yuanbai go back."

The casting director glanced at Director Li hesitantly, but Director Li had a good temper: "Where are you in such a hurry? It's not like finding a wife and running away. I really don't want to watch it?"

"Don't look at it, what are you looking for when everyone finds it, let's face something else."

"Success, you are the boss and you have the final say." Director Li signaled the casting director to go out and inform.

Most of the outsiders came for the protagonist, but there were two who tried Li Yuanbai, but you might as well try other roles.

They don't have much resources, and there is always a guarantee for the size of the roles in Director Li's plays, so they won't suffer.

Inside, the director had someone add a chair to Gao Han.

"Jiyang likes you, and I have nothing to dissatisfy with you. If you give me the money, I will be the uncle." Director Li looked at Gao Han and raised his chin at Song Jiyang: "Choose some other characters next, and you also sit and palm your eyes."

Song Jiyang greeted Gao Han before Gao Han took his seat.

Naturally, Gao Han didn't recognize him, so he quickly searched for Song Jiyang's name on the Internet, for fear of revealing his clues.

After a search, I found out that Song Jiyang has a lot of background.

Dad is the president of the Song Group, mother is the queen of love songs who has retired from the industry, and he is the domineering president who inherits the family business. There is also a bossy brother who is even more weak-legged. It is really a two-dimensional idol drama character set .

Gao Han began to think about whether his performance just now was not enthusiastic enough.

In the following interview, Gao Han did not express any opinions. Although the director asked him to hold his eyes, he was not naive enough to think that he could really interfere with the casting of the crew.

Song Jiyang didn't intervene any more, and listened to the discussions between the directors and the screenwriter.

After the end, Gao Han wanted to go back by himself. When the director asked him to stay and watch the interview, Gao Han didn't know when it would end, so he asked Ming Xi to go back first.

The interview ended quickly, Gao Han walked on the road and wanted to take a taxi.

A car drove out of the underground parking lot and stopped in front of Gao Han.

The car window was down, and Song Jiyang was sitting inside, "I'll take you off, you can't get a taxi around here."

Just as Gao Han wanted to postpone, Song Jiyang had already opened the door and opened it for Gao Han.

They all opened the door in person, and it would be a bit ignorant to refuse, so Gao Han thanked him, took the opportunity to get in the car and reported his address.

After the car started, Song Jiyang moved his sitting position, crossed his legs together, rested his chin on the armrest with one hand, and put his other hand on his knee, tapping his knee unconsciously with his slender fingers.

The slightly tilted posture made the distance between the two of them suddenly close, but Song Jiyang didn't notice it, and asked like chatting: "Why do you want to live there?"

Actors, a profession that requires a high degree of privacy, will choose a wealthy area with high privacy or a high-end apartment with good security conditions when choosing a residence.

The address of Gaohan News is just an old ordinary residential area, not even in the center of the city.

"The housing price is cheap." Gao Han said frankly, "I am very poor, and if I don't work, I will drink the northwest wind."

Song Jiyang didn't continue this topic, and found two more irrelevant topics, and later saw that Gao Han was not interested, so he didn't try to chat again.

Along the way, Gao Han stared at the rapidly receding scenery out of the window in a daze. There was a light citrus fragrance in the car, which smelled very good. I don't know if it was incense or perfume.

The car drove very steadily, and the car was very quiet. The aroma seemed to have a calming effect, or maybe Gao Han was so tired last night that he fell asleep in the car of a new acquaintance.

When he was about to arrive, Song Jiyang signaled the driver to look around, and then continued to stare at Gao Han.

Gao Han tilted his head and leaned on it, his long legs slumped between the seats and seemed to have nowhere to rest, and he could see the attractive curvature of his tall nose bridge from the side.

Song Jiyang's eyes grew on Gao Han the first moment he came in.

Gao Han's every move after that was deeply familiar, and Song Jiyang knew that what he saw in front of him was the person he fell in love with like a flower in water and a moon in his dream.

The memory of two years ago has been read thousands of times, and it is still vivid in my memory, and it perfectly overlaps with the person in front of me.

Song Jiyang almost wanted to stop the audition and tell Gao Han everything, but he flinched again.

Gao Han might not remember all the things he experienced, even if he remembered, there would be no Song Jiyang in his memory.

Song Jiyang was lucky enough to spy on Gao Han's past life, but he was not a participant. To Gao Han, he was still a complete stranger.

If Gao Han doesn't remember the past, if his peeping makes him feel offended or even disgusted.

Song Jiyang couldn't face the guarded and disgusted expression of a person who had been thinking about him for two years.

Thinking of this, Song Jiyang's heart was blocked

Seeing Gao Han standing alone on the side of the road, he couldn't help coming over, and opened the door for someone schemingly.

And when Gao Han sat in his car and dozed off with his head leaning against the seat, the villain in Song Jiyang's heart almost jumped out, screaming all over his head.

He was sitting so close to him that he could touch it as soon as he stretched out his hand.

Song Jiyang almost left a psychological shadow about his inability to touch Gao Han. He wanted to reach out to verify it, but he was also afraid that it was just an illusion in front of him, and it would be broken if he stretched out his hand.

Reason told Song Jiyang to be reserved and calm, and not to scare people away like a psychopath, but the hormones that hadn't been shaken for more than 20 years erupted suddenly, and Song Jiyang felt that he couldn't bear it.

After driving for half an hour, Gao Han woke up.

I was a little embarrassed to find myself falling asleep, but Song Jiyang took a book that he didn't know when he took it out, and smiled understandingly, "I took a detour around the unfamiliar road, and I'll be there soon."

Song Jiyang closed the book, took out his mobile phone and called up WeChat, smiling very sincerely, "Add a friend, we can hang out together when we have time."

The boss took the initiative to add friends, Gao Han quickly put on a flattered gesture, and added friends.

Satisfied, Song Jiyang withdrew his hand, and clicked in immediately, "Is this also the phone number, can you save it?"

"Of course." Gao Han turned off his phone, seemingly not curious about his circle of friends.

Song Jiyang clicked into Gao Han's circle of friends for the first time, and only saw a horizontal line visible for three days.

The future is long, Song Jiyang comforted himself like this.

It took 2 minutes to arrive at Gao Han's residential area without taking a detour. When Gao Han got off the car, Song Jiyang also got off the car.

Gao Han was a little nervous, and looked left and right, but luckily no one came in or out at this point.

"You, hurry up and get in the car, it will be troublesome for people to see."

"I think you go upstairs and leave." Song Jiyang put his hands in his clothes pockets, leaned on the car and looked at her.

Gao Han hurried upstairs, if Song Jiyang was photographed and posted on the Internet, he would not have to live here.

After Gao Han's figure disappeared in the corridor, Song Jiyang returned to the car and let the driver drive.

The pace of film preparation is very fast, and it is determined that the actors will start the film within a week, in order to catch up with the New Year's schedule.

Gao Han has no other job, so he just stays at home and concentrates on studying the script, but Song Jiyang often sends him messages recently, asking him to say hello in the morning, taking a picture of dinner and sending him something interesting.

Gao Han didn't know if Song Jiyang was acquainted by nature, he was so enthusiastic that he was a little overwhelmed. He was not very good at rejecting others' kindness. After a long time, he gradually got used to Song Jiyang's news, and he would reply seriously.

Song Jiyang didn't dare to go to Gao Han rashly, and he was afraid that Gao Han would forget him, so whenever he was free, he would find something to send to Gao Han to give him a sense of existence, and when he received Gao Han's serious reply, even the black square characters could see a sense of dread. cute love.

Finally free, Gao Han has been in the group for a week, Song Jiyang arranged to visit the group enthusiastically.

When he arrived at the set, it was just in time for the filming of Gao Han, Song Jiyang sent a message to his assistant to ask the afternoon tea to wait outside.

This is a rainy scene, Li Yuanbai and the hero and heroine are in a dangerous situation together, Qiu Yiming protects the little junior sister and the heroine the whole time, not being able to prevent the monster from drawing a bloody mouth that is more than a foot long.

The hero's setting is blood that contains spiritual power, and the demon is stimulated by the spiritual energy in the blood, and attacks Qiu Yiming even more frantically.

Even if he was rejected, Li Yuanbai couldn't just watch Qiu Yiming being killed by the monster, so he immediately gave up the enemy in his hands and rushed over here to make a rescue.

The whole scene was an action scene of fighting in the rain, and the wire was floating around, which made Gao Han feel a little powerless.

Fortunately, the intense fighting scenes don't have such strict requirements on the details, and Gao Han didn't get NG either. On the contrary, the heroine's part got NG twice.

Li Yuanbai was no better than the male protagonist, and was soon beaten and defeated, and the little junior sister who was not well protected was also injured.

Maybe the male protagonist has the hidden skill of the female protagonist Jitian with boundless mana, but Qiu Yiming broke out at a critical moment and saved the three of them.

Song Jiyang looked at Gao Han's wet white clothes stained with blood, and saw the male lead hugging the female lead all over his body lonely, feeling an indescribable sadness.

Even though he knew that Gao Han was immersed in Li Yuanbai's performance, Song Jiyang still couldn't restrain his heartache.

This kind of high cold always reminds Song Jiyang that he was so lonely at that time, pretending to be nothing, but in fact, everyone knows that he is lonely.

After the director called the card, Gao Han sat there, dazed for two seconds.

Song Jiyang was the first to help Gao Han up with the staff, and Gao Han followed Song Jiyang's hand strength, and the moment he raised his head, he still hadn't cleared up his emotions, and Song Jiyang caught the extremely dark gloom and silence in his eyes.

The moment Gao Han met his eyes, Song Jiyang knew it was not a good time to talk, seeing his lips turned white from the cold, he hurriedly asked Ming Xi to take him to change clothes.

The director is still replaying the look of Gao Han just now, full of emotion and tension, the acting skills of this look can beat a lot of half-popular little fresh meat, and the response after the broadcast must be very good.

The author has something to say: Thank you masters for reading and collecting, weeping in the storm.

I hope you don't blame me for my poor writing. I really tried my best to express it. Please forgive me for what I can't.