provoke [entertainment]

"Pfft——" Director Hu turned his head, and all the tea in his mouth sprayed out.

Old Xue also coughed twice, and then let out the same unstoppable laughter as Director Hu.

Xi Muyu slapped Zhuang Yisheng on the head, and said with a smile that was not a smile: "Dad fan? You are very happy now, aren't you?"

After all, Zhuang Yisheng was the study that Mr. Li once liked very much.

After Director Hu laughed, he picked up his simple and honest face and said with a smile: "Dad fans are also fans. It's boring to be seriously angry!"

Zhuang Yisheng received Lao Xue's hint that he didn't know how to express, and was about to apologize immediately, but Xi Muyu sneered: "I haven't seen such a big storm? That's it, what should I do?"

Just waiting for Xi Muyu to be furious, and then "tremblingly" said that it was all my fault, Zhuang Yisheng, who had paid his father's love by mistake: "..."

No, you can do it!

In the afternoon, the pattering rain outside suddenly turned into a torrential downpour, and the cold wind was blowing, like soft ice edges in early winter scraping across the face, not biting to the bone, but painfully cold.

Thunder and lightning flashed between heaven and earth, and director Hu's head was suddenly struck out of inspiration.

So, he gave an order, and the assistant director yelled at the crew to get ready for filming.

The pouring rain slammed on the ground, splashing one after another, and the railings and floors of the corridor were wet from the rain blown in by the wind.

The strong wind blew all the props and plants in the courtyard crooked.

Director Hu let the camera take pictures of the empty space in the courtyard, and sitting in front of the monitor in the room, he said with Zhuang Yisheng: "This scene was shot twice, the first shot is full of anticipation and joy in the eagerness, and the emotion is deepened in the second shot, so you have to be anxious. The kind. But there can be no deviation in your facial expression or position, only your eyes can change."

Zhuang Yisheng nodded.

After taking the position twice as usual, Zhuang Yisheng took the position, and the game record was played.

"First scene No.15, action!"

"In other plays, you only need to analyze the characters. But in Hu Buqi's plays, you need to analyze yourself."

Xi Muyu's words still ring in his ears.

Zhuang Yisheng tried hard to find his state when he first entered college.At that time, he still had the innocence and simplicity of a teenager, his world was full of light, he had never encountered setbacks, and the biggest trouble in his life was that he couldn't understand the hypocrisy and flattery of adults, and that everything in the world was mine underfoot.

He usually walks with the wind, turning a pen or a book in his hand from time to time.

But Li Yangchun is different, he is a son of an ancient government official, he has read poetry and books since he was a child, and he studied Cheng Zhu Neo Confucianism, although he doesn't like it by nature, he is still deeply influenced by Confucianism.

The ancients always paid attention to etiquette, paying attention to standing, sitting and sitting. Therefore, Li Yangchun's steps should be delicate but steady.

The feet and hands will move, but the body must not be swaying.

Director Hu was sitting in front of the monitor, wearing earphones, and facing the monitor with a walkie-talkie in his hand.

In the pouring rain, a young man in brocade clothes hurried over with a folding fan in his hand. His actions showed the demeanor of an ancient aristocrat, making people know that he is either rich or noble at a glance. His figure and behavior are also more classical. , so that people can tell at a glance that this person has been immersed in "rituals" since childhood.

Raindrops hung from the eaves like chains, and the wind blew through the icy rain, and the brocade belt hanging down the side of his face and a few strands of hair were blown against his face.

It made his face more and more like white jade.

There is a kind of messy, weak and slender handsome youth.

Different from the embarrassment on his face, his bright eyes sparkled with excitement and joy, not intense, but a little eager.

When the bamboo curtain was lifted, Zhuang Yisheng supported the door frame, panting slightly, looking at Xi Muyu inside, tiny drops of water slid down his cold white cheeks.

Ten years ago, he just watched, and the classmates around him rushed forward and asked Xi Muyu to sign for them.In the crowd, Xi Muyu calmly asked everyone not to crowd and line up, and then signed one name after another with a swipe of a pen.

That day, Xi Muyu was wearing a black shirt and dark jeans, but his skin was fair, and he was born with a sense of distance.

He is thin and thin, with the youthful innocence and thinness remaining, and the mature sex appeal of a man is beginning to emerge.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, which made him look high-spirited.The sunlight hit him through the tulle curtain, like his own light.

When the class bell rang, the students all dispersed. Xi Muyu stood behind the podium, holding a pen, looking straight at her with a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes. Although it was calm, it looked like a deep pool with magical power.

"Do you want it?" he asked.

Zhuang Yisheng felt a little unnatural and shy when he first saw an idol in his heart, his ears were a little hot, but his face was pretending to be calm, he nodded lightly, put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked over unhurriedly, and stretched out his arms , looking down at the sleeves of the plaid shirt, "Just the cuffs."

Xi Muyu used a special pen for signing, and the handwriting was very thick, with a single stroke.

Looking at the string of artistic characters, he felt a little joy in his heart, but he didn't show it. He just said thank you like a normal freshman, and sat down in his seat unhurriedly.

This time, Xi Muyu, a casual knight in plain clothes, turned his head when he heard the sound, and looked over in a blink of an eye, what he saw was no longer Li Yangchun played by Zhuang Yisheng, they seemed to be one.

It was Li Yangchun, and it was also Zhuang Yisheng.

Of course, Li Yangchun and Zhuang Yisheng are different.

Freshman Zhuang Yisheng's pride and publicity pierced through his gentle and polite exterior, while Li Yangchun was innocent, with a bookish air full of yearning for the Jianghu world.

Zhuang Yisheng's performance has been processed and turned into nature.

And Xi Muyu only needs to stand there, as if he has merged with the character.With its own invisible tension, even the old drama players are afraid of being top-heavy when they play against him.

But the picture of Zhuang Yisheng and him in the same frame is extremely harmonious.

The sound of "card" did not come for a long time, and everyone on the set held their breath.

Li Yangchun looked at Yan Nanfei, with some joy in his clear eyes, staring at him quietly, "Hero Yan."

Yan Nanfei looked handsome and upright, and there seemed to be a little bit of power in his hand, like a sword that had been suppressed for a long time or was ready to go.

Relaxed, with a bit of uninhibited.

In Li Yangchun's eyes, he has become the chivalry of the world that he admires and yearns for.

Zhuang Yisheng walked over, bowed his hands, and said: "My surname is Li, and I'm the third at home. They all call me Li Sanlang. I have admired the hero for a long time. As soon as I heard the boy said you were here, I came here immediately."

Yan Nanfei turned around, raised his lips slightly, cupped his fists in return, "Mr. Li."

Li Yangchun smiled: "Just call me Sanlang."

His eyes fell on the sword in Yan Nanfei's arms, and he said politely: "Can I see your sword? I have wanted it for a long time, but they were afraid that I would cut my hand, so they refused to give it to me. Where am I such a stupid person?"

Yan Nanfei laughed softly, Li Yangchun's ears and neck turned red instantly, and suddenly his left foot crossed his right foot, with a sound of "ah", he fell forward uncontrollably.

Yan Nanfei's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he struck out swiftly, with his sword crossed, he supported him with the scabbard, and whispered in his ear, "Be careful."

After Li Yangchun stood still, he immediately bowed his knees and saluted, and said embarrassedly: "Thank you, Hero Yan, for your help."

When he raised his eyes, he saw some smiles in Yan Nanfei's eyes, and his ears became even redder.At this time, under the direction of Director Hu, an old actor dressed up as an official and came in in a uniform. As soon as he entered the room, he yelled and cursed: "What do you look like! You came to see a guest without changing your clothes!"

After speaking, he turned to Yan Nanfei again, and said to him, "Shuzi has no shape, and the hero of Yan laughed."

"It's okay, it will make the young master very interesting."

Li Yangchun paused, his red ears raised the curtains, and he stepped out through the ear door.

"Card!"

……

Regardless of the quality of NG, NG is NG. For actors, it is not something worthy of praise.But NG consumes a lot of actors, and it takes a lot of effort.

So, when they learned that Zhuang Yisheng had started filming again, Chen Jieke and Zhang Juxin, whose lives and careers were not going well recently, both wore raincoats and umbrellas to watch the fun, and planned to take pictures and store evidence to find opportunities to laugh and laugh afterwards.

The weather is cold.

The two were shivering from the cold, and there was a sudden thunder in the sky, and the two of them couldn't help but swayed, and suddenly heard Director Hu's voice coming through the wind and rain and the staff.

"Card!"

Before the smile had time to creep onto his face, he heard again——

"This one is over, next shot."

Chen Jieke and Zhang Juxin looked at each other.

"..." So why did they come here on purpose?Is it the cold wind?Is it raining?

"Grass."

"Lucky for him."

"Let's go back to the rest room, the rain is fucking heavy. Zhuang Yisheng is a bitch, why did it pass all of a sudden!"

……

Zhuang Yisheng let out a breath, raised his frozen hand to wipe the water on his face, and laughed involuntarily.There was a camera next to it that hadn't turned off and recorded this scene.

This smile is not the same as usual.

"So happy?" Xi Muyu asked.

The corners of Zhuang Yisheng's lips lifted briskly, and he said "um".

He looked very happy, different from the calmness he seemed to have grown up after experiencing many things these days, like the proud little sun in college.

Xi Muyu felt itchy and wanted to tease him, but Director Hu didn't give them any time to interact, so he called Zhuang Yisheng out to prepare for the next scene.

The next shot is Zhuang Yisheng's solo shot, which only shoots the corridor.

After the first shot, the second shot also started smoothly, but still took many times, until Zhuang Yisheng was so tired that his breathing was uneven, his whole body was almost drenched by the slanting rain, and deep panic appeared in his pupils. The mirror just passed.

It gets dark early in winter, and when Director Hu finished calling "Call work", it was already dusk.

Zhuang Yisheng's whole body was frozen to death, the biting coldness pierced through the pores and went straight to the bones, his face and lips were dark purple.

He hurried back to the dressing room to change clothes and remove makeup.

Because the driver has something to do at home, he has asked for leave in advance, and Xiao Wang has been driving these few days.He put Zhuang Yisheng's cell phone back on the table, and went to the parking lot to open the nanny's car.

When Zhuang Yisheng changed his clothes and took off his headgear, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Boom boom boom——"

Zhuang Yisheng walked over to open the door while wiping his hair with dry clothes.

As soon as the door opened, I saw Xi Muyu leaning against the wall and standing outside the door like a pose, holding a hot water pot and an enamel basin with red flowers on a white background.

He quickly let people in.

The door of the dressing room shuts out the icy cold wind. Xi Muyu put the enamel basin on the ground, poured a bottle of mineral water into it, and then poured the boiling water from the clay pot into the basin, and immediately hot air floated up.

Zhuang Yisheng didn't have time to be surprised, and was first glanced over by Xi Muyu.

He frowned and said, "Why are you so stupid? After being tossed by wind and rain all afternoon, don't you think it's too cold? Why don't you hurry up and soak your hands?"

Zhuang Yisheng is like a marionette, he will do whatever Xi Muyu says.

"Here, towel, wipe your face." Zhuang Yisheng numbly covered his face with a towel soaked in hot water, and wiped it off.

"Take off your shoes and soak your feet."

When the hot water overflowed the cold feet that were almost tossed out of chilblain, the numbing heat climbed from the feet to the bottom of Zhuang Yisheng's heart, and the whole body was warmed up.

In his hand, Xi Muyu stuffed a thermos cup, which was hot ginger tea.

"Dispel the cold, don't catch a cold."

"That can't be done." Zhuang Yisheng said, "My body is strong, like a calf."

Xi Muyu seemed to laugh, and Zhuang Yisheng's cheeks were a little warmed by the heater on the table.

Xi Muyu originally had his hands in his pockets, but he raised the corners of his lips, and suddenly stretched out his hands to support the edge of the table on both sides of Zhuang Yisheng's body, bent down, almost touching the tip of his nose, and said with a sense of oppression, "Is this father considerate?"

Zhuang Yisheng was very grateful in his heart, he temporarily stopped thinking about confronting Xi Muyu and making him hate him, and said honestly, "It's very thoughtful."

But can you not come so close?

It's not like I didn't hook up with male friends in the past, but now this scene feels inexplicably unnatural.

Xi Muyu hooked his lips, "Who is the father?"

Zhuang Yisheng: "..."

After all, this full of emotion was paid by mistake!

However, he can bend and stretch.

I heard that Xi Muyu is obsessed with cleanliness and hates other people touching his things. In the interview video that Zhuang Yisheng watched, Lan Ruyu, Xi Muyu's good friend, complained about Xi Muyu's stinginess and stinginess on the show, saying that the accessories that Xi Muyu wears next to him are not suitable for others. Don't even think about wearing it.

He immediately said sincerely: "Dad, you are so kind. Your jade pendant is so beautiful, can you wear it for me?"

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The author has something to say:

Chapter 9/4 was revised on September 11th, those who have read it before should read it again~~~

September 9th was just catching bugs and did not modify it.

I will try my best to modify it before sending it out~

Today's part has nothing to do with the main text.

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Big Fish's eyes gradually burned.

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