who do you want me to replace

Most of the filming locations of Huang Liang's Old Dream were in Beicheng, but Jiang Yu still stayed in the hotel arranged by the crew, and was not planning to go back home during the filming.

When faced with some scenes with high emotional requirements and high input from actors, he usually adopts this method to separate his own parts as much as possible, to reduce the influence of daily life, and to stay away from the place where he usually lives. Become the person in the play with all your heart.

While hiding outside the clubhouse to smoke during the reading session, Tang Yuntong came to him and asked for a cigarette to play with in her hand, but she didn't light it, chatted for a while, and asked him after a while: "I heard Are you going to stay in a hotel for the entire filming?"

"Ah."

"It's good. You've become popular recently. Zhou Heng is afraid that you'll be taking too many events, and asking for leave every day will affect the progress of the filming. But since you've paid so much attention to it, he must be at ease."

The sky was gloomy today, and they were standing at a corner of the clubhouse's outer wall. It was secluded and deserted, and the light and shadow intersected, making Jiang Yu's side face look like cold jade.

He exhaled the smoke softly: "I'm changing contracts recently, and I have a lot of free time. Your aunt gave me very good terms. If I propose not to accept foreign affairs for the first few months, she will definitely agree."

"That's it," Tang Yuntong thought deeply, "My aunt is not short of money, she loves to watch movies, she is also very pursuing and aesthetic about movies, and she doesn't waste actors just to make money, what's your opinion? You can talk to her directly, and she will listen."

"I know."

"You know? You know everything, so you know that in many cases, 'love' and 'being together' don't have to be equated?"

Tang Yuntong's tone became gentle, and the topic changed suddenly. Jiang Yu was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that this sentence came from the script.

These days they have been discussing the script, and he habitually memorized all the lines of the opponent's actors. This was what Lan Qin said to Xiang Tao.

Jiang Yu smiled, and continued his lines: "That only means that those times were not enough love."

"You're immature."

"It's because you're not worldly enough."

After a long pause, Tang Yuntong turned her head to look at him: "You should grab my neck and kiss me."

"...It's just the lines, the body movements don't have to be so accurate."

Jiang Yu avoided Tang Yuntong's gaze, leaned against the wall, raised his head and exhaled a puff of smoke. His slender neck was connected to the perfectly curved jaw line, his eyelashes were half closed, and his eyes seemed to have nothing. As if the soul was out of the body, the complex temperament of the body seeped out bit by bit, with some contradictions fused, affectionate and cold, abstinent and frivolous, wanton and restrained.

These were originally used to describe Xiang Tao, but Tang Yuntong always felt that they could be perfectly displayed in Jiang Yu's body. He even fully understood why Zhou Heng wanted this person to play.

Those temperaments and feelings seem to be contradictory and mutually exclusive, but they can really be conveyed by this person at the same time.

At certain moments, he looked at Jiang Yu, looked at those very beautiful eyes, and when they looked at each other, he would have the illusion that he could see the affection inside, but in the blink of an eye, there seemed to be something in it. It's all gone, without him, and without lingering feelings.

Tang Yuntong felt as if thousands of ants were crawling in his heart. He rushed up to him by mistake, but was blocked by Jiang Yuheng's arm in front of him.

"What?"

"Rehearsal." Tang Yuntong stared at him.

Jiang Yu sneered, and casually patted Tang Yuntong's neck: "I remember the plot wrongly. If you don't remember well, go back and memorize it more. I'm pretending to be here with me."

"Jiang Yu!"

A familiar voice came from not far away, the voice contained anger, and Jiang Yu's mood sank almost instantly.

It was Wen Feixun who came.

The car was parked in the open space in front, and Wen Feixun was getting out of the car.

Jiang Yu glanced at the time on the phone, and said to Tang Yuntong, "Sorry, I have something to go out, and I will tell Director Zhou myself."

After finishing speaking, without looking at Tang Yuntong's complicated and strange expression, she turned and walked straight towards Wen Feixun.

The thing between him and Wen Feixun is not good, he doesn't want too many people to know, if possible, it would be best to resolve this matter peacefully.

Before he came to the front, Wen Feixun grabbed his elbow, with a ruthlessness on his face that he had never seen before: "Who is that person? What were you doing just now?"

The bones of the elbow were sore from being pinched, one can imagine how much effort was used, Jiang Yu didn't bother to struggle in vain, and looked into Wen Feixun's eyes calmly: "We are playing against each other."

"He's so close to you? Is he deaf?"

"I don't know, why don't you find a doctor to show him?" Jiang Yu's smile was fleeting on his face. He didn't know what position Wen Feixun was standing in to ask the question. His tone sounded like he was jealous. , but how could Wen Feixun be put together with the word 'jealous'.

He felt a little irritable, and stretched out his other hand to grab Wen Feixun: "Let's find another place to talk, it's easy to be seen here."

"You know it's easy to be seen here, and you let him get so close?"

"...You really want the wheels, don't you? Then why not? In the next few months, my emotional scene with him will be a hundred times closer than this, so it's okay to get used to it in advance."

"Jiang Yu!"

Wen Feixun's face became extremely ugly. He didn't want to tell Jiang Yu's work, but he couldn't accept that the other party used these things to stimulate him.

"Have you ever thought about how I feel?"

The fire in Jiang Yu's heart also came up. He originally thought that he could handle this matter calmly, but Wen Feixun's words set him on fire all of a sudden. Those worries about the consequences and worries about revenge were temporarily thrown away. Behind the heads.

He said coldly: "Why should I think about your feelings? Mr. Wen, what do you think is the relationship between us?"

Wen Feixun's expression stiffened visibly with the naked eye. He glanced at the person not far away who still hadn't left, tried his best to calm down the hostility in his heart, and said with difficulty: "Lover, couple."

Jiang Yuleng laughed out loud: "Young Master Wen, are you kidding me? Is this the normal couple you've seen like us?"

Wen Feixun choked for a moment, but quickly retorted: "Who stipulates that all couples must develop in the same pattern?"

Yes, he admits he is a man of keen senses but dull emotions.

When he saw Jiang Yu for the first time, his eyes moved with his heart. It was obviously love at first sight, but he only knew that his gaze had been caught, and he had the most primitive desire for this person.

He has never been in a relationship, and he doesn't understand the purpose of his emotions, so he only acts according to instinct.

Maybe he really didn't realize his feelings for Jiang Yu at the beginning, but who stipulated that feelings can only be judged at the time of 'love at first sight'?

His feelings for Jiang Yu were like planting a seed in his heart when he saw him for the first time. As time went by, as they touched and touched, this seed gradually sprouted from the hidden state and grew densely. The vines, intertwined and intertwined, bloomed and were discovered by him.

From the initial instinctive coping, and the deliberate avoidance of Jiang Yu's heartbeat after he felt that Jiang Yu was with him for the sake of his future, he got more and more deeply involved, and then his feelings got out of control...

His so-called "together" process is a process from the senses to the heart and soul, and gradually realizes that he has fallen into it. Therefore, he judges others by himself, and thinks that Jiang Yu is the same.

In his view, the state of their gradually intimate relationship is the state that both of them have already agreed to. There is only one opportunity, an opportunity after he eliminates the inexplicable gap between the two, and then confirm it again. can really be together.

Wen Feixun thought so, and believed so firmly, otherwise the other party would not be able to explain the previous year at all.

He asked Jiang Yu: "You don't think so? Then tell me, what have you been doing this year?"

"Your work doesn't let me interfere in the slightest, and there is no place in your life that needs my help. You even rarely accept what I give you. What are you planning?"

"How do you view this relationship? Jiang Yu."

Wen Feixun asked this question with difficulty, and he didn't even want to hear the answer.

Jiang Yu never asked him for anything. He was puzzled and dissatisfied at the beginning, and then slowly tasted some sweetness—Jiang Yutu may only have him and his feelings.

Until now, looking at Jiang Yu's eyes, he felt that he had understood another meaning - this person might just cut off the relationship more thoroughly for this moment.

Those sweetness instantly turned into deadly arsenic, making Wen Feixun's heart ache.

Jiang Yu looked away. He didn't know why Wen Feixun showed such an expression, as if he had been cruelly abandoned by him, but how could they talk about the word 'abandoned'?

He also didn't understand why in Wen Feixun's eyes, the two of them were in a normal relationship, so what was Min Zhen?What is his self-psychological suggestion this year?

"Just treat it as..." he whispered, "In the past year, we were looking for someone to accompany each other temporarily."

This is obviously the real situation of Wen Feixun, but why did Wen Feixun's face quickly turn pale after hearing his words.

"That's really nice to say, Jiang Yu, I'm your fucking buddy! Is that what you mean?"

Wen Feixun squeezed his arm hard, with a bloody storm in his eyes: "But I don't believe it."

He said slowly, "I don't believe it."

He and Jiang Yu were facing each other, and suddenly there was an exclamation not far away: "Mr. Wen?"

Jiang Yu heard Min Zhen's voice, lowered his eyes and closed them.

Tang Yuntong over there was still standing there like a door god, and another one came over here. Wen Feixun spit dirty words inwardly, with unabated strength in his hands. Looking sideways, he saw a slightly shorter figure, There is a strange sense of familiarity in the expression of the eyebrows and eyes, and a pair of eyes staring straight at him, with a few traces of inexplicable feelings.

Wen Feixun frowned even tighter, and said impatiently: "Who the hell are you?"