who do you want me to replace

"A gift for me?"

"Well," Jiang Yu put the bag on the table, "A necklace, the style is not exaggerated, simple, you can wear it when you have nothing to do."

In fact, he bought the necklace for selfish reasons.

I have hardly seen Wen Feixun wearing necklaces and bracelets on weekdays. Only watches are occasionally worn. Maybe even if I buy a necklace, I rarely wear it. Among the gifts received, the kind that quietly accumulates dust can be regarded as a smooth ending.

Wen Feixun picked up the paper bag, a little dissatisfied: "I said it before I saw it, so there are no surprises?"

Jiang Yu laughed: "Do you still like surprises?"

He thought that people of Wen Feixun's status could not be called surprises when they saw all the things that were not under control and prediction.

The design of the necklace is very simple. It is a thin chain with a small silver bullet hanging on it. The wild workmanship carries a cold evil spirit. Even if Wen Feixun wears it, it will not break his temperament, making him appear unexpected.

Even knowing that the result would not be satisfactory, Jiang Yu chose this necklace carefully. There are many things that cannot be perfected, and it is okay to let some small items carry a little emotion.

"I like it very much." Wen Feixun looked at the chain in his palm firmly.

"If I like it, I won't buy it for nothing." Jiang Yu smiled.

The atmosphere of the meal was the same as usual, natural and relaxed, as if it hadn't changed in the slightest, and the problems that lay between them seemed to be completely non-existent.

It's just that Jiang Yu knew that after the calm tide on the surface receded, the abyss between them would be completely exposed, but if they took another step forward, it would be doomed.

After dinner, there was another night of violent entanglement. When he woke up in the morning, Wen Feixun had already rushed to the airport, and there was a post-it note by the bedside, with his handwriting on it: 'Breakfast is on the dining table, remember to eat' .

There are many types of breakfast, even those who don't want to eat it will be aroused a little appetite, and most of them are delivered by someone.

After Jiang Yu ate something, he packed up and rushed to the club rented by the crew. Today is the first script reading meeting.

There are still about ten days before the start of the movie. He is used to entering the world of characters early, but this time it is more difficult.

Firstly, his life is not stable during this period, and there are still things to be resolved, which can easily affect him. Second, this character itself is at least five points similar to Wen Feixun. It takes a lot of energy.

What's more, this is a purely emotional movie, and the actor needs to output more emotions than he has ever done before.

He tried to get rid of Wen Feixun's way of acting in his mind, and put in some other characters he had seen or imagined, but he always felt something was wrong.

It seems that after having a preconceived idea, the later ones are all worse.

He threw away the script irritably, leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Zhong Mo didn't come today, it was Jin Yue who came to accompany him, seeing him like this, silently replaced the ordered coffee with clear chrysanthemum tea.

When they arrived at the place, Tang Yuntong hadn't arrived yet, but they saw Qi Shaoyun who hadn't appeared on the screen for a long time.

Seeing him coming in, Qi Shaoyun had a proud smile on her face: "My son is here!"

Jiang Yu also quickly assumed the role, and nodded with a chuckle: "Hello, mother."

Qi Shaoyun is nearly fifty years old, but she is well maintained. She has a radiant complexion, a rich figure, and elegant and graceful gestures. She is indeed very suitable for the role of 'Mrs. Xiang'.

Jiang Yu sat down opposite her. After a while, Tang Yuntong and Zhou Heng also arrived. Although Tang Yuntong was not chosen by Zhou Heng himself, the two seemed to be talking quietly when they came in. It was obvious that Zhou Heng was quite satisfied with this candidate.

The person behind Tang Yuntong and the others was a little shorter, with only his forehead exposed, and looked very fair. Jiang Yu didn't catch a glimpse of that person until everyone greeted each other and sat down in their respective seats.

At first glance, his demeanor and facial features are quite familiar, but when he thinks about it carefully, he is actually somewhat similar to himself, except that he looks younger, green and tender, and lacks some inner temperament.

Jiang Yu's eyelids twitched involuntarily.

Then I heard Qi Shaoyun greet that person with a smile: "Could this be my second son?"

The little actor quickly stood up and nodded, and smiled obediently at Qi Shaoyun: "Hello, Teacher Qi, I am a newcomer in Xiang Lege, and I have many scenes with you. I hope you will take care of me in the future..."

"My name is Min Zhen."

After saying this, Min Zhen's gaze seemed to linger on him for a few seconds, but Jiang Yu, although a little surprised, did not lose his composure, and continued to turn the pen in his hand calmly.

On the other hand, Tang Yuntong guessed that she was sensitive, so she saw some clues, and cast a strange glance at Min Zhen, then turned her head and didn't look at him again.

"Okay, okay," Qi Shaoyun nodded, "Say hello to your brother too, your roles are all with him except mine."

"What you said is, hello Brother Jiang Yu."

He raised his eyelids to look at Min Zhen, and smiled politely: "Okay, act well in the future."

"Not to mention, the two of you look alike, and the actors are well chosen." Qi Shaoyun said.

Before Jiang Yu could speak, Tang Yuntong suddenly said, "But upon closer inspection, it doesn't seem quite the same, Xiao Min, have you had plastic surgery?"

As soon as he said this, the meeting room fell silent for a moment, and Zhou Heng's brows furrowed visibly.

Even Jiang Yu looked at Tang Yuntong strangely for the first time, and extremely suspected that this person had a grudge against Min Zhen.

In the industry, directors hate plastic surgery for actors, and film directors even more, not to mention the problems in shaping the makeup. Once the actor's face is placed on the big screen, it is like putting it behind a magnifying glass. A little stiff, the audience can see clearly.

But if you hate it, you hate it. The industry circle is complicated. In many cases, as long as the adjustment is not obvious, just a few minor adjustments, it will pass by with one eye closed.

Tang Yuntong said it so bluntly, without showing any sympathy in front of many main creators, completely setting Min Zhen on fire, and the eyes of the whole room were focused on him.

The person concerned turned pale all of a sudden, his eyes dodged slightly, and he stumblingly denied: "I...no, no..."

"Okay, okay, Brother Tang has entered into the role and acted, so I don't like you." A co-screenwriter smiled and smoothed things over, "It's enough to act well when filming."

Zhou Heng squinted his eyes and looked at Min Zhen twice, and didn't say much, he sorted out the problem, and the atmosphere in the room finally eased up.

Tang Yuntong slumped her shoulders and whispered in Jiang Yu's ear, "I just saw that he had a knife in his nose."

Jiang Yu glanced at Min Zhen, whose face was still pale, and then at Tang Yuntong, who was not too serious about watching the excitement. He couldn't tell what it was like, so he could only remind him in a low voice, "You can't do anything in the play." It's not a mean and talkative character, Lanqin, please keep your aloofness?"

"But Lan Qin can choke someone to death with a single sentence, right? It's because you underestimated the script, Mr. Jiang." Tang Yuntong said.

"...It's a sentence that chokes people to death, not a sentence that kills people."

If Zhou Heng's bottom line had been higher, Min Zhen might have ruined this opportunity because of his words.

"Tch, what's your relationship with him?"

"It's okay, it's the first time we've met." Jiang Yu looked down at the script and added, "But isn't he playing my brother?"

"...But in the script, Xiang Tao clearly doesn't like Xiang Lege and treats him coldly. Don't get me wrong," Tang Yuntong snorted softly, "You like me, even if Xiang Lege and I If there is a conflict, you are on my side."

Jiang Yu: "...Then what conflict do you have with him?"

"There is no contradiction, and today is also the first time I see you," Tang Yuntong said, "I rely on some first impressions and intuition to get along with others."

Actress Fu Qian who was sitting next to the two of them listened to the whole process in silence, feeling a little itchy in her heart, and asked Tang Yuntong in a low voice: "Then what was your first impression of Brother Jiang?"

In fact, Jiang Yu didn't really want to hear it. After getting along a few times, he knew that Tang Yuntong had some monstrous attributes, and he probably wouldn't say anything normal.

Sure enough, Tang Yuntong was silent for a moment, pointed at the script on the table, turned her head and whispered mysteriously: "The first impression is that I want to shoot the second scene of No.30 with him."

"???"

Fu Qian had question marks all over her head, but Jiang Yu understood it instantly, and almost rolled her eyes.

There is no other reason. When he read the script, he was most impressed by the second scene of the script No.30, and he was most worried that the filming would not be good.

Because - 32 Interior View Hotel King Bed Night

It was a sex scene.

Crazy, people are asking about first impressions, and the answers here are all messed up.

He cursed in a low voice, pretending nothing happened, ignored him, and listened carefully to Zhou Heng's speech.

Tang Yuntong smiled inexplicably, but didn't speak again.

The reading time passed quickly, and everyone was very serious. Except for Tang Yuntong's seemingly unintentional troubles to Min Zhenxing at the beginning, the rest of the atmosphere was relatively harmonious. Everyone discussed with each other and analyzed the plot. It feels like half a day has passed.

At the end, Jiang Yu received Wen Feixun's WeChat message, asking him if the script was going well.

Ever since Wen Feixun learned about the theme of his play at dinner yesterday, his mood seemed to be a little unstable, and he was quite ruthless when he was doing it last night. It's like a fight.

Before he could go back, he received another message: 'How about the rival actor? '

Jiang Yu smiled: "Last time, Li Tong cast too much shadow on you?This time it's okay, his acting skills should be better than Li Tong's. '

'...'

He looked at the string of ellipses Wen Feixun sent back, but before he understood what it meant, he saw Min Zhen saying goodbye to a screenwriter and walking towards him.