Slag

After the recording of the show was over that night, Lin Jian got his mobile phone to interact with everyone on Weibo, and added WeChat to Di with Tang Youmu.

Han Qiushi didn't bring many things. He has become more and more neat over the years, and he packed the boxes early.

He was sitting on the leftmost side of the sofa, with a suitcase stuck between his legs in black slim pants, and looked coldly at Lin Jian, who was talking and laughing with the others on the right side of the sofa.

Staring at him for so long that everyone noticed this eye-catching gaze, Tang You turned his head first, walked over to him, shook his phone, squinted and smiled: "Add a WeChat?"

Over the past few days, most people have labeled Han Qiushi as an "investor", "tempered", and "high-spirited". Tang You's move made many people present panic, and the originally noisy living room fell silent.

Lin Jian had no choice but to focus on the past with everyone else. As soon as he glanced over, Han Qiushi keenly sensed it.

The two glanced at each other for an unknown moment.

After a stalemate for about a minute, Han Qiushi took out his mobile phone, tapped on the screen unskillfully and said, "OK."

Tang You's expression froze for a moment, he looked back at Lin Jian and Mu Xiangdi, his expression looked strange.

As if asking, "What's wrong with this person?"

Han Qiushi was not an easy person to get along with at first, why did he become easy to get along with after the program was finished?

...Who the hell would set up this kind of scolding for himself.

Fuck, the gold master's father is a fool with a lot of money?

Tang You is also an open-mouthed person, after passing the verification, he clicked on it and glanced at it, and said unconsciously, "Trumpet?"

Mu Xiangdi, who is usually a good guy who keeps silent, frowned lightly, and turned his head to suggest to the director: "Everyone is busy, why don't you go home now?"

Seeing Han Qiushi stuffing his phone into his pocket with a cold face and going out first with the suitcase in hand, Lin Jian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't care about it, but he was afraid that the fight between the two would be too ugly.

Tang You was soon taken away by the manager who just arrived at night, and the two seemingly troublesome masters left one after another. Seeing that the time was almost up, it would be useless to stay longer, so he said goodbye to the audience and followed closely left.

After returning home and taking a comfortable hot bath, Lin Jian lay on the bed and yawned for a long time. He was about to fall asleep when the door was suddenly pushed open. Ming Jia threw a stack of scripts to him: " Don’t think that you can rest just by recording the show, all the small workshop dog-blood dramas you filmed last year were cut, and it is estimated that they will not be broadcast within five years, and it will only be a matter of minutes if there are no new dramas.”

Lin Jian turned his back to Ming Jia: "I haven't been cold this year, have I?"

Ming Jia kicked off the slipper and kicked Lin Jian's back. He almost flinched. Before Lin Jian could turn around and look away, he moved his feet tremblingly and continued to say forcefully, "You still have the nerve to say that? You're too lazy." Surprisingly, this year, you checked Weibo by yourself, no one urged you to post!" Seeing that Lin was motionless, Ming Jia was so angry that he kicked him hard on his waist, "Did you hear that! You don’t have any fucking fans anymore, so you’d be ashamed to sleep here!”

Lin Jian pulled up the quilt to cover his head, and in the darkness, a reluctant voice sounded in his mind: "I am your fan."

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to be able to see Han Qiushi's face as soon as he opened his eyes. Lin Jian was shocked, lifted the quilt and sat up, rubbed his face and brushed his hair, grabbed the script scattered on the quilt, opened it and read it .

Ming Jia heaved a sigh of relief, fortunately Ruzi can be taught.

Lin Jian's face was tense, and if there was only one Han Qiu left in the world, he would say to him, "I'm your fan." How terrifying would this be?

Han Qiushi swayed in front of his eyes for a week, Lin Jian now closes his eyes and his face often appears in his mind inexplicably, this omen is too dangerous.

He has to change his mind.

"That's fine. I just contacted me two days ago to ask you to play the leading role." Ming Jia said.

Lin Jian opened it and took a look: "Youth pain?"

"The script is good, the male second is quite challenging, why don't you try it?" Ming Jia said.

Lin Jian took it over and opened it to look at the name. He remembered that he had read this novel on Weibo - the male second was molested by men when he was young, and then his temperament changed drastically. When I was a few years old, I got into a romantic debt, and later died in a man's bed.

Lin Jian immediately had a weird expression: "Can this drama pass the trial?"

"This is a big production, but the director is Yang Xiong. To put it bluntly, he probably only wants you to play a small supporting role. In his eyes, your acting skills are still not up to standard." Ming Jia said.

Lin Jian had heard of Yang Xiong's name for a long time, anyone in this line of work must know some leaders in the industry, Yang Xiong is famous for his boldness and bad temper.

Just saying that, Lin Jian could imagine the feeling of being scolded to the point of embarrassment by him.

He opened the script and glanced at it briefly.

Ming Jia looked at him, and noticed that Lin Jian's eyes lighted up for a moment, and he felt that there was something wrong with his brows: "Like it?"

These few glances didn't yield any results, but Lin Jian was attracted by the plot, he raised his eyes and looked at Ming Jia: "I'll finish it tonight, and I'll give you an answer tomorrow morning."

Acting is a matter of feeling. No matter how good an actor is, it is inevitable that his performance will be mediocre when encountering a character or script that does not feel good.

Lin Jian is a person who judges everything by feeling. He went to the ground to make a cup of coffee and read until late at night.

At five o'clock in the morning, Lin Jian turned on his phone in a daze, clicked on WeChat to find Ming Jia——

"Ask Director Yang for me."

In a daze, he noticed a red dot in the upper right corner of the second icon at the bottom, and he clicked on it casually.

The name of the amateur variety show "Close Feeling", this program group is too good, the guests record a week and take a month off.

Usually the recording of one station can be cut into three videos, divided into upper, middle and lower, and updated every ten days.

This month's rest time is enough for Lin Jian to go to Yang Xiong's to finish filming this small supporting role, and negotiate with director Yang in three days. Once the contract is signed, Lin Jian is packed into the team the next day.

According to Lin Jian's shallow understanding, this is actually a very common fairy tale script, but the characters are portrayed too brilliantly. This is a script where the characters are bigger than the story itself.In fact, judging from Yang Xiong's masterpiece, this should be a director who pays great attention to the plot.

But Lin Jian didn't have time to worry too much, all he had to do was play his own role well.

The movie is called "Dust"

The story of the male and female protagonists who fall in love with each other, kill each other, fall into the mortal world and kill six generals. The characters are complex, and Lin Jianshi plays one of the beheaded generals, Su Huachi—the devil who has been doing evil for many years and has caused troubles for many years. He has a violent personality. Moody, he has all the villain's standard equipment, the difference lies in the core of the character.

Su Huachi once wanted so much to seek a pure land in this troubled world, but he was rejected by this world from the moment he was born. He was like a person who shouldn't appear, and every day seemed to be stolen. He had to tremble ground protection.When he grew up, he also met someone he liked, but in the end he was discarded and lived in a place without sunlight.

The devil willingly threw himself at the sword thrown by justice, willing to die, but was saved by a monk.The monk blocked the sword for him, but before he died, he strangled Su Huachi with his own hands, killing both of them.

The moment Lin Jian entered the group, his mood began to follow Su Huachi, and his mind was full of those lines——

"You are justice because you belong here."

"What's the difference between good and evil? If I say that the rivers and lakes are a mirror, would you still call it justice?"

"..."

"..."

"Even if I lose, I will get what I want."

On the first day Lin Jian filmed a rivalry scene with the hero and heroine, he entered the scene very quickly. Although the lines were still not very good, it has far exceeded Yang Xiong's expectations and went very smoothly.

The same is true for the next few days. Lin Jian reckons that if he can maintain this state, it will be done in ten days.

In the end, the remaining few highlights were between the monk and the monk. According to Lin Jian's own understanding, this should be a rare moment for Su Huachi to show his true emotions.

For a young actor like Lin Jian who has been in small workshops all year round, such a play is already a huge challenge. Lin Jian will repeatedly test his emotions when he goes back every day——

But it didn't work out emotionally in the end, because as soon as Lin Jian arrived on the set and saw the monk's actor, all his emotions collapsed.

--"haven't seen you for a long time."

Lin Jian looked at the face in front of him that had only been shaken off for a few days, and said with a fake smile: "It's been a long time."

It should not exceed ten days.

Han Qiushi had the nerve to use the words "long time no see"?

But now the problem is not here, Lin Jian has no time to worry about this trivial matter.

The question is... why is he playing the monk? !

Has Yang Xiong fallen to this point?Let a newcomer who has never been in contact with acting and may not know anything about acting? !

Lin Jian's eyes searched for Yang Xiong on the set, and when he found it, he walked over, without opening his mouth, he understood Yang Xiong's face.

Yang Xiong's face was disheveled: "It's okay, no one is willing to vote for the scripts I wanted to shoot in the past two years, and I finally met a fool."

……

What a fool.

"I heard that he has a teacher teaching him recently. I don't know what he can teach in ten days. You should act well, and you have to hold on."

Otherwise, this section will really collapse.

After Han Qiushi said hello, he sat down obediently, not knowing whether he was reciting his lines or pulling his emotions.

He was suddenly so quiet that he would not take the initiative to come up to him, which made Lin Jianhao breathe a sigh of relief.

But people are weird, they don't want to look at the ones who post it actively, but they will give more eyes if they don't post it.

Lin Jian, who always felt that he was about to become a fairy without any desires, could not escape this law.

When he looked at Han Qiu for the third time, the latter raised his hand and took off his baseball cap——

The bald head was still too eye-catching, many staff members and waiting actors turned their eyes to him, Han Qiushi turned to look at Lin Jian.

At this moment without a little modification, the bright and delicate facial features are even more eye-catching.

Lin Jian felt that Han Qiushi's gaze was different, before he could look away, Han Qiushi said, "I can act well, really."

His childish determination sounded like a joke, and many people couldn't help laughing.

I won't know the gold content of this sentence until the actual performance starts——

Su Huachi, who was dressed in red, opened his arms, forced out the short knife stuck in his chest with his internal force, a trace of blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth, and stared intently at the so-called sword of justice in the heroine's hand with red eyes.

Before he could speak in the future, the male protagonist attacked from behind him, Su Huachi turned to avoid it, but was hooked off by the sword, and three thousand black hairs poured down, scattered and floated along with the wind around him——

"There is no good or evil in this world! If I win, I am justice."

"Even if I lose, I will get what I want."

The so-called justice in this world will never try to defeat me.

This is a world view that has been subverted by extremely paranoid people.

Su Huachi slowly closed his eyes, and the corner of his blood-stained mouth raised an arc, with an expression of contempt and enjoyment.

"Let's see if this justice can kill me."

"..."

The eyeless sword stabbed straight at Su Huachi's heart. At this moment, the monk descended from the sky!

The monk with strong martial arts turned his back to the sword and stood in front of Su Huachi, his inexplicable gaze seemed to want to carefully look at every inch of Su Huachi's body in a few seconds.

The monk's eyes, which were slightly restrained at first, froze when the sword pierced his right chest, and then all the emotions hidden in his eyes rushed out.

"..."

It's two o'clock at night.

Lin Jian opened the door and soon saw the person standing by the wall.

He turned on his mobile phone and showed the dark figure the message on WeChat that was sent 5 minutes ago: "You sent it?"

[Han Qiushi: Am I acting well? 】

"Yes." Han Qiushi nodded.

He leaned against the wall, lowered his head slightly, Lin Jian couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Am I doing well?"

"Is there really something wrong with you?"

It's not two o'clock in the afternoon, it's two o'clock in the morning.

A message was sent out of the blue at two o'clock in the morning, just to ask "how am I acting?"

Is being praised so important?

"I have played with you on TV for four years."

"Am I doing well?"

Lin Jian looked at him silently.

"Why don't you compliment me secretly, as if we were all sleepwalking."

"Am I doing well?"

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感谢在2021-04-1201:20:05~2021-04-1401:16:39期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Keguyu. 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: axilyvixx, 1 bottle of small and big bowl;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!