The Boyfriend Return Policy

Ma Zhenhuan: "That kid said he has been a part-timer for over ten years, but his acting skills are really jerky. Supporting roles with few roles are better, but when it comes to the protagonist, he will show a jerky incompatibility, making the whole character look different."

"But he hasn't stayed in vain these past few years. He is in the lowest circle and is used to seeing the life of intrigue for a little profit, so when he plays a vulnerable group, he will have more sense of reality than others."

Ma Zhenhuan looked at him, this may be the first time he gave him since Zhou Jixing came here: "What is the most indispensable thing in this world?"

Zhou Jixing was suddenly named, and even in his 20s, he still felt nervous about being called by the teacher: "Is...is it poor?"

Uncertain about the date of the week, Ma Zhenhuan was delighted when he heard the words: "Yes, there is no shortage, now the literary and artistic films like to shoot this, but..."

Ma Zhenhuan suddenly changed his tone, squinting his eyes, like an old fox who has dug a hole and waited for someone to jump down: "But no."

Zhou Jixing was taken aback.

He heard him say, "It's a human being."

"Look." Ma Zhenhuan pointed casually, "The earth is so big, there are people everywhere, and it doesn't cost money. Have you looked at these people seriously? Apart from whether they are male or female, fat or thin, what else do you remember? ?”

Zhou Jixing was dumb.

"Haven't you seen it? It's like a little girl now, spending a lot of money to buy this and that, but the best skin care products are going to bed early and getting up early, without spending a penny."

Ma Zhenhuan probably said that he was thirsty, so he took a sip of tea, "Wang Linchuan didn't take a job for three years, and every day he moved a small stool to sit on the street downstairs, or he didn't take a penny to the vegetable market. There are too many crowded places, and the person who can see all the way by taking a bus for one yuan, he is the best at sketching, do you know why?"

Zhou Jixing shook his head.

"Because I want to draw what I see, what I hear, and what I imagine." Ma Zhenhuan never praised him in front of Wang Linchuan. When he was in "White", he didn't even read the script first, so he moved directly into the mental hospital, ate and slept with the mental patients every day, even took medicine, and he was able to do anything to himself. When he came out, he lost about [-] catties. The whole person is disfigured."

Later, Wang Linchuan became a god with "White". That film won several awards and received a series of nominations, but there was no mention in the publicity that Wang Linchuan was personally admitted to a mental hospital.

The audience praised him for his acting skills, his talent, and his teacher, but they forgot that he was just a human being.

Ma Zhenhuan left Zhou Jixing with one sentence at the end: "The truth is unimaginable."

Coming out of Ma Zhenhuan, Li Cheng waved his hand in displeasure: "What kind of stuff, I've done everything by myself, people still want to live, a few lines, don't listen to him, he just has no ability, just a mouth can fool you."

Zhou Jixing didn’t speak. That night he locked himself in his room and watched Wang Linchuan’s movie for one night. Wang Linchuan had played so many small roles that his fans couldn’t even remember them. He didn’t have many roles in the first place. Give another edit, and sometimes only his back is left in the end.

For two whole days, Zhou Jixing didn't go out. It was almost New Year's Eve. Li Cheng deliberately didn't arrange work for him and let him have a good rest, so he didn't go out for those two days, and Li Cheng only thought he was in the house Sleeping and playing games, when Li Cheng came to pick him up to try on the dress for the Spring Festival Gala, Li Cheng realized something was wrong.

Before Li Cheng left, he made two phone calls to Zhou Jixing, both of which indicated that the phone was shut down. Opened.

The curtains were all drawn, and the only light in the room was the projector. Zhou Jixing sat there, holding the remote control in his hand, motionless.

The smell of cigarettes in the room was too strong, Li Cheng wrinkled his nose immediately, and quickly slapped his nose with his hands: "What is this smell, how much cigarettes have you smoked?"

He beckoned to Xiaobing to open the window to ventilate the room, and Xiaobing quickly did so.

Li Cheng kicked away the wine bottle next to him and saw that there was a hill of cigarette butts on the table. Zhou Jixing sat there with a scruffy beard and a cigarette in his hand. He himself was watching intently. projector.

Li Cheng went crazy, snatched the remote control from his hand, and turned it off: "What are you doing! You are going to sing on stage soon, do you know that! Smoke so much that you don't want your throat!!"

Zhou Jixing didn't move, let him turn off the projector, and he just sat there, as if he hadn't recovered yet.

"Zhou-ji-ok--" Li Cheng pushed hard, Zhou Jixing raised his head belatedly, looked at Li Cheng, his eyes were dull, but they were red, his lips were pursed He groaned, and spit out a sentence: "He acted really well..."

Li Cheng didn't hear clearly: "What..."

Zhou Jixing closed his eyes, reminiscing for a long time, Ma Zhenhuan said a lot to him that day, completely stripped Zhou Jixing of his protection, exposed him naked, and gave him another needle , a few threads, let him use these to make another suit for himself.

Zhou Jixing couldn't do it, he couldn't enter that door, even if he had read Wang Linchuan's works, he couldn't do it, he couldn't find the door to go in even if he had nothing but bumped his head outside .

Seeing him like this, Li Cheng knew what he wanted too well. A person's inferiority complex is incompletely packaged with gold silk and silk, and he couldn't give himself affirmation from his heart.

Li Cheng sighed and said, "Okay, go take a shower, shave your beard, and I'll take you to try on the evening dress for the Spring Festival Gala."

Zhou Jixing seemed to have calmed down a bit. He lowered his head, and before pinching his eyebrows with his hands, he slowly soothed himself, his voice was hoarse, his throat was dry and hot: "Yeah."

Zhou Jixing went to wash up, and when he came out, he changed into formal clothes. Xiaobing helped him tidy up. Without a makeup artist, he could make up the number: "Brother Xing, you seem to have lost weight."

Li Cheng also had a headache: "I have to change my size after losing weight."

Zhou Jixing didn't say anything, closed his eyes, and took a nap on the side. Li Cheng took a look and stopped disturbing him.

Generally, the dresses are provided by the sponsors for free, and some are rented by themselves. Of course, the rental fee is not cheap, after all, many of them are new styles of well-known designers.

Zhou Jixing ordered this body by himself. I just measured the size a few days ago. Now that I’m too thin, I’m afraid I’ll have to change it again. When I got to the place, Li Cheng gave Xiaobing a look to wake him up. Xiaobing is scared. Someone shouted: "Brother Xing...Brother Xing, wake up, we are here."

Zhou Jixing opened his eyes, his eye sockets were still red, he didn't feel it when he was addicted to it, but now he was tired all the time.