The vengeful tyrant always spoils me [entertainment circle]

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Yesterday, I made a relatively large change to the previous article. I hope everyone can have a better reading experience ~ love you.Tears are a physiological thing, but it does require human emotions to induce.No matter how good an actor is, he can't directly order his lacrimal glands to secrete tears. He has to give himself a negative psychological hint to get a negative emotion.

Many actors nowadays are lacking in this aspect, and they can't cry even if they try hard, so they can only be stimulated with potions.

But it's just a scene, Meng Jingyan's tears came so easily.Nie Huanlin would be lying if he said he didn't feel distressed, but he didn't even dare to ask. He was different from He Zhizhi, he had to keep his mouth shut.

Meng Jingyan played Tai Chi lightly on his question: "This is the minimum cultivation for an actor."

Meng Jingyan didn't want to talk about it, but Nie Huanlin didn't ask any more questions even if he felt lost, and took the initiative to change the topic: "Brother, are there any movies you have acted in before that you are particularly satisfied with?"

Meng Jingyan smiled slightly: "Have you seen the scenes I filmed?"

Nie Huanlin not only read it, but also memorized every line of Meng Jingyan's lines upside down, but he still said naively: "I haven't read it, brother, can you recommend one to me?" He raised his hand and glanced at his watch: "It's still early, brother, can you watch one with me?"

Meng Jingyan laughed loudly: "At that time, the mentality was different from what it is now. Although he acted very hard, he was just a fool with no acting skills. And most of them are commercial films that cater to the market. In fact, which one do you watch? They're all pretty much the same."

Nie Huanlin opened the video app on his phone, searched for "Meng Jingyan", and a long list of movies popped up. There were quite a few movies with high and low scores, but few of them scored more than eight.

The one with the highest score was a literary film shortly after Meng Jingyan entered the circle in the early years, and the senior director Han Bingxin sincerely invited him to participate in a literary film for some reason. Later, at the peak of his career, the director Han suddenly announced that he would retreat and polish himself. There has been no new output for a year.

Meng Jingyan pointed to this literary film with great interest: "Watch this, it's very comfortable to act in this, although it's early, but it doesn't smell of money, it's a very clean movie."

Nie Huanlin pretended not to understand: "Is this a tragedy?"

Meng Jingyan nodded: "It can be regarded as writing sorrow with joy, and the description is very profound."

Nie Huanlin pointed to the title below the film and said, "I want to watch this."

It was a youth campus movie. Meng Jingyan played the protagonist of an Omega with a ten-meter-diameter halo. He fell in love every day, played ball games with friends, and finally entered a legendary life in a national famous school.

Meng Jingyan was a little surprised at first, but later she felt relieved: "That's right, Lin is still young."

Nie Huanlin didn't say a word, he chose this movie only because Meng Jingyan's character was the happiest in it.The protagonist's life has only some small twists and turns that are not painful or itchy. He quarrels with his Alpha sweetly, and walks to the court with his friends holding a basketball shoulder to shoulder.This is what a normal young man should have, but Meng Jingyan never had a life.

The two of them didn't have a computer, so they used Nie Huanlin's mobile app to watch.

"Use earphones, my phone doesn't work well outside." Nie Huanlin plugged the earphones into the phone, handed one to Meng Jingyan, and put one on himself.

Meng Jingyan put on her earphones and watched along with him.

At first, Meng Jingyan was still in high spirits, pointing at Nie Huanlin and laughing at the young self in the movie: "Is it obvious that you are dressed up?... Hey, you silly boy!"

Nie Huanlin just listened silently. He has watched Meng Jingyan's personal cut in this film no less than ten times. When he closes his eyes, Meng Jingyan's frowns and smiles can be seen in his mind.His attention was on the headphone cable, and he always felt that even if there was such a thin line between him and Meng Jingyan, his heart, which was in constant panic all day long, could be a little more stable.

But Meng Jingyan was not very energetic in the first place, and recently she was deliberately reducing her intake, so she leaned on the sofa a little listlessly.

Seeing that he was not talking much, Nie Huanlin turned down the volume of the earphones a little.

After a while, Meng Jingyan leaned on the sofa and couldn't keep her eyes open.

Nie Huanlin lowered his voice and asked him, "Brother, should you go back to bed and sleep?"

Meng Jingyan was confused, and said something irrelevant: "Return to the forest, does your hand still hurt?"

Nie Huanlin knew that he was asking about the burn on his hand, and the small blister had healed after two days of pain.At first Meng Jingyan didn't ask questions, but Nie Huanlin was still a little disappointed. It turned out that he had been thinking about it all along, but he just didn't say anything.

Nie Huanlin's heart warmed slightly, and he used messages to make Meng Jingyan fall asleep before answering him in a low voice: "It doesn't hurt anymore." He turned off the video, but did not take off the earphones, and carefully hugged Meng Jingyan. Going back to the bedroom, she lay down beside him.

Since Meng Jingyan's sensitivity to pheromones has recovered a bit, Nie Huanlin only needs to use low-concentration pheromones to comfort him when he just fell asleep, and he can sleep soundly.So Nie Huanlin didn't touch him anymore, just watched his sleeping face quietly.

Meng Jingyan had forgotten too many things, but Nie Huanlin remembered.

At that time, Nie Huanlin was only three years old, and because of the negligence of the orphanage, he walked to the main road alone.He remembered that there were many huge tin boxes coming and going, and every adult gave him a quick look and left quickly.

The little Nie Huanlin still doesn't know enough about the world. The crowd has legs that are either in high heels or leather shoes, taller than his body, leading him farther and farther into strange places.

Finally, a fat man with a blurred face pushed him down, and cursed out of breath.Nie Huanlin didn't understand, and just sat on the ground with his scratched legs and cried.

"Why are you sitting on the zebra crossing? The traffic lights are about to change." The boy stopped in the crowd, squatted down, and his eyes were level with him.

Although he doesn't quite understand what "zebra crossing" and "traffic lights" are, three-year-old Nie Huanlin still remembers every word Meng Jingyan said at that time, and can even recall his gentle tone every moment.

Nie Huanlin stopped crying, looked at Meng Jingyan helplessly, and did not speak.

The young Meng Jingyan sighed, and carried him on his back easily: "Do you know where your parents are? I'll take you to the police uncle first."

Along the way, Meng Jingyan told him a lot, telling him "don't be afraid", promised him "I will help you find a home", and told him, "My name is Meng Jingyan, and I am eight years old this year."

That day was originally the most helpless and terrifying day in Nie Huanlin's life, but because of meeting Meng Jingyan, everything turned around.

After Meng Jingyan brought Nie Huanlin to the police station, Nie Huanlin kept holding Meng Jingyan's leg and refused to let go.The police kept shaking his head when they asked him everything, and lost patience after a while, and just told Meng Jingyan to go home first, and they would broadcast a missing person announcement on the traffic radio.

Meng Jingyan became a little anxious: "Tell the police uncle where your family lives, or I won't be able to accompany you."

Hearing this sentence, Nie Huanlin, who was as high as an adult's knee, finally showed a little vivid emotion, and cried earth-shatteringly in the police station. No one could persuade him, until Meng Jingyan's mother received a call and rushed come over.

Nie Huanlin looked at Meng Jingyan's eyebrows and eyes, and could still vaguely recall the woman who looked very similar to him.At that time, Nie Huanlin didn't know what a mother was, but she bent over and reached out to rub his hair, and smiled softly: "What's your name?"