Dedicated to the silly little white artist

370 three

Director Wang knew Mr. Bai, and when he saw him coming, he thought it was a reminder of himself. He took the script and smiled and gave it to Zheng He. Wearing a hat against the scorching sun, he looked at Wang Dao with the unique style of a peerless expert.

Zheng He couldn't bear the suffering of men anymore, so he interrupted Director Wang, who was getting more and more energetic, and said, "I'll go to Sister Fang to arrange a place to rest during the filming, and we can talk about it when I come back, okay?"

Director Wang looked at Mr. Bai suspiciously, but Mr. Bai ignored him.

Zheng He helped Mr. Bai hold the suit jacket, and found that the shirt inside was soaked with sweat. He glanced at Director Wang with some complaints, and reached out to get his suitcase: "I'll come, just take one."

"It's okay, it's not heavy." Mr. Bai's voice was low and sweet, without any trace of impatience.

Zheng He tugged and found that he couldn't pull it, so he let go and didn't grab it with the man. He turned his head and saw the small fan hanging around his assistant Aaron's neck, and said, "Lend me this."

Aaron said: "Lend you 1 minute and charge 500 yuan for rent."

Zheng He pursed his lips: "Would you like to give you five hundred slaps?" He said and brought the small fan over, and raised his hand to blow Mr. Bai's wind.

Aaron walked over and got a fan from nowhere, and fanned Mr. Bai with a dog-legged face, and said in his mouth: "If you use it for Mr. Bai, you should have told me earlier, then I won't charge you rent." .”

Mr. Bai knew that they were joking, and said with a smile: "Baby, you return the fan to Aaron, he is much more tired than you and me from all the busy work."

Aaron looked at Mr. Bai's eyes immediately full of emotion.

Zheng He held the fan and asked, "Mr. Bai, are you hot?"

Mr. Bai was startled, and said, "Of course it's hot."

Zheng He said: "Then wait until you're not hot before returning it."

Mr. Bai thought for a while and felt that the reason was very logical, so he nodded.

Aaron: "..."

370 four

Zheng He came a day early, and the makeup artist, costume artist, and screenwriter didn't show up. Boring, he took Mr. Bai's computer out to play, and was shocked to find a little penguin on it.

"Is this what you use?" Zheng He asked, pointing to the little penguin. He always thought that a male god like Mr. Bai didn't need a communication device like QQ. He didn't see that men rarely even use mobile phones. .

Mr. Bai said 'hmm' and said, "It's very useful to send a file once in a while."

Zheng He was so excited that he didn't come. He clicked on QQ, and Mr. Bai's account number and password were on it. He went up as soon as he logged in. He changed Mr. Bai's QQ name with a snickering smile, and then said with his mobile phone: "I Go outside and use your mobile phone to talk to you, and you use your computer to reply to me on QQ."

Mr. Bai frowned in confusion: "Aren't you right here? Why can't you just say anything?"

"Then I don't feel it anymore, hurry up, I'm going out." Zheng He said.

Mr. Bai held him back: "Forget it, you can stay indoors. At worst, I will go to the resting room next to it. There is no air conditioner outside, it's too hot."

Zheng He laughed and said, "In this case, don't go out, I'll go over there to type, don't look at me."

"Okay." Mr. Bai took the notebook over, and turned to see Zheng He staring at him, covering his eyes to signal that he would keep his promise.

Zheng He logged into QQ, added Mr. Bai as a friend from memory, took a screenshot of the other party's name, and laughed until his stomach ached.

[I am the cutest male god in the universe, Mr. Bai]: ...Baby, what's the matter with this name?

[Guan'er Hekou]: Hahahaha, what~

[I am the cutest male god in the universe, Mr. Bai]: Just changed?Right?

[Guan Er He Kou]: Don't be angry, my god~QAQ, meh~ [I am the cutest male god in the universe, Mr. Bai]: Acting like a baby is useless, change it back.

[Guan Er He Kou]: Ya Butterfly~~ Also, that's not being coquettish!

Mr. Bai simply closed the computer and walked towards Zheng He. Zheng He quickly covered his phone, looked at Mr. Bai vigilantly and said, "Why are you here?"

Mr. Bai squatted in front of Zheng He, stretched out his hand to pinch Zheng He's face, and asked calmly: "Did I spoil you too much? You dare to lose your temper with me."

"A gentleman uses his mouth but doesn't move his hands. If you turn my jade face red, I will let you support me for the rest of my life." Zheng He was furious.

Mr. Bai said: "Don't I want to support you now, so it doesn't matter whether I pinch you or not."

"It's different!" Zheng He said, "If you pinch me, I'll be angry with you! Go back quickly, I haven't talked enough yet."

Mr. Bai said, "Babe, are you angry now?"

Zheng He said: "Of course, you lose your temper if you don't see me."

Mr. Bai said: "...Sorry, I didn't see it."

370 five

Sister Fang had witnessed with her own eyes how Zheng He walked towards the bottomless pit of Mr. Bai step by step. Although her employer is now Mr. Bai, she still couldn't help asking, "Ahe, how is your relationship with Mr. Bai?"

"It's pretty good." Zheng He said heartlessly.

"...That's good." Sister Fang couldn't tell whether she was relieved or more worried. Seeing that the time was approaching three o'clock in the afternoon, she guessed that today should be a busy day, so she said, "You and Mr. Bai go back first. Well, I'll stay here tonight and help Mr. Bai find a lounge first."

"Just use my lounge," Zheng He said, "He usually follows the set."

As soon as Sister Fang heard it, she guessed that Mr. Bai must have done this kind of thing before, so she didn't point it out, and said, "Okay, but your lounge is given to Mr. Bai. Aren't Aaron and I also using it? We need another room." Come on, don't delay."

Zheng He scratched his head and said, "Oh, I see, thank you Sister Fang."

Sister Fang smiled and shook her head: "Why did you still have a relationship with me, and even said thank you, alas, the tea is cold."

"Yes, yes," Zheng He said with a face of 'knowing my heart': "I haven't seen you for half a year, and I almost thought that Sister Fang went to Bangziguo for plastic surgery."

"Hey, are you praising me for being beautiful?" Sister Fang asked.

Zheng He said: "No, it's Sister Fang. Your eyes are too swollen. You used to have double eyelids, but now you have single eyelids."

370 six

Every crew has its own style, it depends on what kind of person the director is.

Director Wang's style is not considered a style, the only characteristic is efficiency. Zheng He was tortured when he was filming "Spring Tribulation" under him. The relationship was not in place NG, stepping on the wrong position NG, Zheng He finally found it A filming route that suits me, I haven't tried it out yet, Director Wang said: "It's too much, NG."

It's like a Renaissance poet sent to the Ming Dynasty to write stereotyped essays. He is rigid and helpless. Zheng He is really tormented by him. However, the past few years have been the rising period of Wang Dao's career, and many companies have to cooperate with him. For cooperation, a semi-popular artist like Zheng He is not qualified to pick a show, so he can only stick to the script and hope not to NG too much by then.

Mr. Bai couldn't figure out why Zheng He was distressed. After searching for a few topics, he found that Zheng He had no intention of talking to him, and he was a little embarrassed. He simply asked, "Are you dissatisfied with the crew? On the way here Depends on how happy you are."

Zheng He said: "This has nothing to do with the crew, it's my problem."

"What's your problem?" Even if Mr. Bai refused to admit it, but from the usual few words, he could feel that Zheng He had been beautified to a certain extent in his heart.

"My problem is getting bigger." Zheng He patted the script and said, "The first thing is the lines."

The first lesson for an actor in school is that if the character is perfectly portrayed through the script, no matter how talented a writer is, he cannot fully present the character on paper to the audience. At this time, the appearance of an actor is needed. The actor It is the second shaping of the characters. An entertainer with good acting skills can even make the original ordinary characters attract everyone's attention.Zheng He was deceived by this extremely unreliable teacher, and then he was kidnapped by his boyfriend at the time to go to the studio every day, and finally chose this path of no return, but no matter how hard he tried, Zheng He was not an academic , For the reading of the lines and the expression of emotion, he may not even be able to compare with the screenwriter who wrote the script. This is his weakness, but Director Wang is an academic who is stubborn to the bone.

Mr. Bai asked: "Is the line not fluent? Do you need me to ask the screenwriter to change it?"

Zheng He quickly knelt down to Mr. Bai's logic of 'if there is a mistake, the other party must have a problem', he said: "There is no problem with the crew and screenwriter, and I am the only one who is troubled by these."

"But I don't think you were worried about this kind of thing before." Mr. Bai parked the car aside, turned to Zheng He and said, "Is there any difference between this time and others?"

Zheng He reached out and hugged Mr. Bai and patted him on the back, saying, "You don't have to worry about me, I just need to memorize all the scripts again, just worry about my brain capacity."

Mr. Bai heaved a sigh of relief, held Zheng He's head with both hands and kissed his forehead, printed a series of gentle kisses on the bridge of his nose, and gently landed on Zheng He's lips...

370 seven

In fact, Mr. Bai lived more like an artist than Zheng He, especially after leaving BEACHER, he couldn't find a trace of copper smell all over his body, and the feeling of being independent from the world was really unbelievable.

The man didn't feel much about his changes, but Zheng He often felt dizzy when he looked at Mr. Bai.

He clearly remembered that when he saw a man for the first time, he was still a middle-aged man with a few white hairs on his sideburns, who was plain but with a good temperament. How could there be such a big difference in just two years?He wondered for a long time but couldn't think of a reason, and finally attributed everything to beauty in the eye of the beholder, until Sister Fang's words made him think about this problem again.

Sister Fang asked furtively, "Ahe, did Mr. Bai have plastic surgery?"

Zheng He thought for a long time, and asked seriously: "Sister Fang, do you think I have plastic surgery?"

"I'm telling you the truth." Sister Fang said.

"Your question looks very serious, okay?" Zheng He muttered dissatisfiedly: "I'm with Mr. Bai every day, and my face hasn't changed. Besides, he doesn't even make facial masks at home, and only takes a bath. Soap is enough, do you think he is the kind of person who can make up for his appearance?"

Sister Fang was misled by Zheng He: "Are people still using soap in the shower these days?"

Zheng He nodded and added: "Plus washing hair is also soap."

"I'll go," Sister Fang sighed, "It's been too rough."

Zheng He was dissatisfied: "This is obviously very manly, but you haven't seen his abs, they're awesome."

Sister Fang wrote disbelief all over her face: "Go ahead, I believe he has muscles in his arms. Abdominal muscles are too bragging. People in their circle run every day at most, so they don't have time to exercise."

Zheng He said, "I'm telling the truth!"

Sister Fang nodded perfunctorily: "Okay, I believe you can do it, turn it on tomorrow, go to work."

Mr. Bai's abdominal muscles are the most sacred and inviolable place in Zheng He's heart. Zheng He was sullen with dissatisfaction, and suddenly had a plan.