divorce?No talking! 【Entertainment】

Director Feng's words are undoubtedly the greatest affirmation of Zhou Huai's acting skills.

Wang Zhuo quickly grabbed Director Feng's hand and shook it twice, "Thank you Director Feng for your confirmation."

Zhou Huai also bowed deeply to Director Feng, "Thank you Director Feng, I will do my best to play Fan Zhendong well."

"Okay," Director Feng said with a look of relief, "I'll see how you behave when the time comes."

Originally, the avatar had already been turned on, but it had to be delayed because of the matter of Yan Borong. Now that Zhou Huai was booked, the time was naturally very tight. The next day, Zhou Huai brought Lin Wen into the crew.

The biggest reason why Wang Zhuo became a gold agent is because of his good public relations.And he didn't want to waste Director Feng's praise of Zhou Huai's acting skills this time.

After all, Director Feng is relatively well-known in the director circle, and he pays special attention to acting skills.So he quickly asked his marketing account to publicize the matter.

Zhou Huai's reputation during this period was already good. Before Ye Xiuwen wanted to splash dirty water on him, but instead of splashing it, Zhou Huai's popularity became higher and higher.Coupled with the fact that Zhou Huai helped Yan Borong take care of the funeral two days ago, netizens praised him as a friend who values ​​love and righteousness. Now, coupled with the fact that he has honed his acting skills down-to-earth, he is full of positive energy .

Wang Zhuo looked at the rising fans and slapped his thighs happily.

Zhou Huai had already made mental preparations before joining the group, but when he really entered the filming stage, he discovered that filming is very different from filming TV series.

The movie focuses on the shock on the big screen, and a subtle expression and movement will be infinitely magnified.

What the movie pays attention to is to express the whole story vividly and vividly in a short period of time. The time left for the actors to express is very short, and the acting skills of the actors are also extremely high. It is necessary for the audience to accurately grasp the emotions expressed by the actors.

It can be said that the acting skills of the actors are a huge driving force for the development of the whole story.

Zhou Huai is confident that he can act well, but he lacks acting experience. Director Feng is very patient with him, explaining to him Fan Zhendong's psychology and how to control the language and actions of the characters.

Zhou Huai went back to the hotel after filming, put one hand on his shoulder, and turned his arm back and forth, left and right. When filming just now, due to too much movement, he accidentally stretched his arm and felt a little strained.

Before entering the room, Lin Wen noticed his small movements and asked with concern, "Ives, what's wrong with you? Did you hurt your arm?"

Although Lin Wen is his assistant, there are differences between men and women, and some places are inconvenient. Zhou Huai said lightly, "It's okay."

Lin Wen told me worriedly, "Don't resist, you must tell me immediately if you have anything to do."

Zhou Huai nodded.

Taking off the coat on his body, Zhou Huai put his hand over, wanting to press the sore spot on his back himself, but the location was far away, so he could only give up in frustration.

The mobile phone that was left on the bed buzzed and vibrated at this moment, Zhou Huai put on his pajamas and walked over, the caller ID was Zhong Shaolin.

At that time, the time to join the group was relatively rushed, and he had a lot of things to deal with, and the two of them didn't have time to warm up.Now that he has joined the group, his phone is always with him.

Zhou Huai picked up the phone and gave a hello.

Zhong Shaolin over there asked, "Are you tired today?"

He used to hold the mobile phone with his left hand, and the injury was also on his left arm. He changed the mobile phone to his right hand, "It's okay."

Zhou Huai was about to sit down while talking, but he couldn't sit properly for a while, and his injured arm hit a protruding piece on the back of the sofa, and he couldn't help hissing.

Just this small sound, which could not be distinguished without listening carefully, caught Zhong Shaolin's attention.

Zhou Huai stopped when he heard the rustling voice on the other end of the phone, followed by Zhong Shaolin's deep worry, "What's wrong? Is there something uncomfortable?"

Zhou Huai could say it was okay in front of Lin Wen, but he knew that he couldn't hide it from Zhong Shaolin.

"When I was filming today, there was a scene where I jumped from a car. The movement was a little too big, and I accidentally stretched my arm." Zhou Huai adjusted his sitting posture on the sofa, "It's okay, it will be fine tomorrow."

"Tomorrow will not be better," Zhong Shaolin said distressedly and helplessly, "Tomorrow will only hurt more and more."

After a day of filming, Zhou Huai was a little tired, and leaned lazily on the sofa, "I'm really fine, even if tomorrow is bad, it will be fine after two days."

"You..." Zhong Shaolin stopped talking halfway, and after a while he whispered: "Ah Huai, why are you working so hard?"

Zhou Huai drew circles on the sofa with his fingers, and said firmly, "I want to play Fan Zhendong well, and I want Yan Borong to have no regrets."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Huai leaned on the sofa and fell asleep unconsciously because he was too tired. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Zhou Huai was still half-asleep and half-awake, subconsciously went to open the door, and only when he saw Zhong Shaolin standing in the doorway, was he fully awake.

"How did you come?"

"I brought the ointment here," Zhong Shaolin said as he walked in, "I'll apply it on you."

Zhou Huai suddenly remembered the scene where Zhong Shaolin gave the ointment before, and I have to say that the ointment from Zhong's family really worked.

Zhou Huai closed the door, but as soon as he turned around, he fell into a cool embrace.

Zhong Shaolin hugged him with one arm, but didn't dare to move him with the other hand. He just dragged his chin, making him raise his head slightly. He lowered his head and covered his soft and hot lips.

When Zhou Huai came back just now, he turned on a light at the door. The light was warm yellow, which complemented the warm air in the room. At this moment, the warm light enveloped the two of them densely.

I don't know how long it took, Zhong Shaolin finally let go of him reluctantly, picked up the bag next to him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Come on, sit down, I'll wipe it off for you."

He didn't let Lin Wen intervene just now, but now that his boyfriend is here, he can order him as much as he wants.

Zhou Huai sat down and took off his pajamas naturally, revealing his white and slender shoulders. Zhong Shaolin picked up a little milky white plaster with his fingertips and slowly applied it.

Zhou Huai sat on the sofa with half his buttocks, leaning his body slightly so that Zhong Shaolin could apply the medicine. Although the temperature in the room was not low, he still frowned when the cold ointment was applied on it.

Sensing his emotions, Zhong Shaolin said in a low voice, "It'll be hot in a while."

Zhou Huai frowned, "It's okay, I'm not that delicate."

Zhong Shaolin pressed his arm with one hand, and pressed the entire palm of the other hand on his shoulder, and he gently rubbed the milky white ointment with moderate strength.

"Does it hurt?"

Zhong Shaolin's palm pressed on his painful spot, gradually increasing the force.

Zhou Huai couldn't help hissing.

"You have to rub it hard, or you will hurt even more tomorrow."

"Hmm..." Zhou Huai lowered his head, his soft hair covered his eyebrows, "I said I'm not that delicate, it doesn't matter if you try harder."

After 10 minutes, Zhong Shaolin withdrew his hand, and Zhou Huai let out a long breath, with fine sweat already oozing from his forehead.

Zhong Shaolin put the pajamas that had slipped around his waist gently on his shoulders, and hugged him in his arms. He lowered his head and kissed his sweaty forehead, "Sleep well in a while, tomorrow It'll be fine."

Zhou Huai moved his eyelids when he heard the words, and blurted out, "Are you here tonight?"

Zhong Shaolin laughed in a low voice, his chest was pumped by the laughter, and Zhou Huai's ears couldn't help but turn red.

"What? You don't want me to go?"

Zhou Huai raised his body and pushed the person away, "Okay, let's go, I was tired and stupid just now."

Zhong Shaolin stretched out his hand, pinched the tips of his red ears, stood up, and told him again, "Take a good rest."

Zhou Huai snorted, "Walk slowly."

Zhong Shaolin gently closed the door, and Zhou Huai lay sideways on the bed.

Zhong Shaolin is quite measured in everything he does. Knowing that he has put all his energy on shooting recently, he endured it abruptly.

The corners of Zhou Huai's mouth couldn't help curling up. When the filming was over, he wanted to tell him that miracles can be achieved.

[The author has something to say: It’s not enough, the baby sleeps less today, and there is really no time for code words, so I can only write so much, let’s make do with it~]