After the live broadcast broke the news, I became popular [entertainment circle]

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"Kakaka! What's wrong with you, Jian Cong! You can't smoke a cigarette!" Li Haibo sat behind the monitor of the camera, holding a rolled script draft in his hand, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, he raised his arms and shouted at him.

Today is the whole day of their film crew's broadcast, and the set under the camera is a room.

It was the winter of January, and the people around the filming site were surrounded by cotton-padded clothes and trousers, as thick as they could wrap up. Only Jian Cong, who had never smoked, was bare-chested because of the plot requirements. With a cigarette in his fingertips, he could drink a pot just by enduring the cold, not to mention he had to spit out the smoke as Li Haibo wanted.

Every time Li Haibo yelled to stop, the assistant next to him would rush over with a cotton jacket and blanket to cover him.

Jian Cong was so angry that he didn't have any temper at all. The cold air made goose bumps on his body layer by layer, so he could only curl up in the blanket, stomp his feet and tremble: "I really don't know how to smoke. How should the lungs pass! The teeth are not chattering, it is already very remarkable!"

Smoking does not fill the lungs, and the smoke exhaled from the mouth is very thick and white. Only when the smoke is really inhaled, will the mist exhale be very light, as if it has been stripped of its color.Anyone who knows a little bit about this knows that even if it is only a small point, it is not a lens that can be fooled.

Originally, the shooting process has been going smoothly since it was turned on.

It can be seen that Jian Cong has indeed worked hard on acting, and he is not as amazingly talented as Yu Changmu, but Sheng Zai's character in this character is somewhat close to him, and he himself learns seriously from professional teachers, often I asked the old drama veterans on the set for advice, and they never blush even after being scolded by Li Haibo, and they were taught with an open mind.

As a result, Jian Cong has such an impetuous temper, and the fact that he can't smoke is really unexpected to all of them. All the old smokers in the crew have been taught what they should be taught, but Jian Cong just can't learn.

Li Haibo was so anxious that he stood beside the monitor and turned around, he could only turn his head to look at the assistant director: "Is Xiao Yu here?"

Assistant Director: "Still on the way."

Li Haibo: "Didn't you say you were on the way before! It will take a few more minutes!"

The assistant director was so yelled at that his whole neck shrank, and he quickly sent Yu Changmu another WeChat message to confirm the location: "Brother Yu said right away, the last 5 minutes."

They were filming at the newly built film and television base in City A, but it was nearly an hour and a half drive from Yu Changmu's company.

Originally teaching Jian Cong to smoke, no one thought of going so far to call Yu Changmu. It happened that during the intermission of the play, Yu Changmu called Jian Cong for condolences.

As soon as Jian Cong talked about his plight, the free teacher from the crew immediately came uninvited.

Yu Changmu had been separated from Jian Cong for three years before, and he had been smoking for three years abroad. They reunited. Yu Changmu planned to quit smoking. It is not good to let Jian Cong follow him to smell second-hand. But taking over Jian's work is much more stressful than working in Yu's family, and he has become a smoker after going back and forth.

It happened that there was nothing to do today. Jian Cong encountered a problem, so he went to visit the class.

When Yu Changmu arrived at the filming set, Jian Cong was wrapped in a heavy down jacket, holding hot tea and sitting huddled on a short pony, pitifully pondering over the script on his lap.

He just turned around repeatedly for the camera, let alone smoked a dozen or so, and he hasn't learned it yet, but he first got the smell of cigarettes all over his body and mouth, and now his mouth is still bitter after drinking several cups of tea, and his throat is still bitter. The eyes seemed to be stuck with a gummy candy, which was sticky and irritating.

When Li Haibo saw Yu Changmu, it was as if he saw a savior, and warmly waved his hands to greet Yu Changmu: "Long time no see, our busy man, Xiao Yu will become Mr. Yu."

Regardless of other aspects, when it comes to filming and acting skills, Yu Zhangmu is actually Senior Jian Cong.

Everyone around teased Yu Changmu and asked Mr. Yu how he was. Jian Cong followed the sound and raised his head. His head, which had been drooping for a whole day, finally stood up. He put the tea cup in his hand to his feet and jumped on the pony. Get up and crash into Yu Changmu's arms.

Under the eyes of everyone, Yu Changmu was still wearing a black business suit and a thick windbreaker, standing tall and straight like a cedar tree.

In view of this, Jian Cong is just a Michelin tire with no aesthetic feeling, flying past like a small cannonball, rushing towards Yu Changmu, who staggered slightly backwards, jumped up with his legs and wrapped around Yu Changmu's waist, and opened his mouth: "I'm dying."

Yu Changmu hugged him like he was hugging a ball. The scene was funny and warm, and he squeezed two hands on the back of Jian Cong's head: "Why didn't you shoot other things first, and shoot this last."

Jian Cong's small face was flushed from the cold, and he sniffed his nose twice: "It's the last, my part is about to wrap up."

Just stuck on a small smoker.

Li Haibo even helped Jian Cong think of a stand-in method, but they tried countless times and found that this shot can only be felt if it directly captures Jian Cong's face mixed in the smoke.

Yu Changmu gave simple instructions: "Suck the cigarette into your mouth and stop for a while, and then swallow it from your mouth to your throat."

Jian Cong directly opened his mouth and yelled at him: "I want to too! But I tried countless times and couldn't swallow it into my throat, let alone my lungs. You smokers really won't be smothered to death by yourself." ?"

Li Haibo also had a headache. In theory, they should have taught Jian Cong a long time ago: "If you give me some advice, how else can I teach you?"

Yu Changmu hugged the man: "Smokers usually suck the smoke into their mouths and then spit it out. They don't feel the smell is unpleasant, but non-smokers smell the smoke directly with their noses, so they are affected. No."

Jian Cong didn't like this at all: "Just push it down, anyway, you smokers have 1 reasons to prove that you don't think the smell of smoke is bad."

Yu Changmu laughed noncommittally, and patted Jian Cong's buttocks, and Jian Cong jumped off him with a clear understanding

There is no need to find the drama manager again to get the cigarettes they prepared. Yu Changmu brought a box in his coat pocket. The colorful packaging and Jian Cong couldn't tell what brand it was. He only knew that the cigarettes were taken out of the cigarette box. They all look about the same.

On the contrary, Li Haibo's group saw the cigarette case in Yu Changmu's hand and slapped their heads suddenly: "Why didn't we think we could use fruit-flavored cigarettes!"

For those who have never smoked, the taste of fruit smoke is naturally more acceptable.

"It's peach flavored, would you like to try it?" Yu Changmu teased Jian Cong with a cigarette.

Jian Cong really became interested: "Is it really a peach?"

"You'll know if you try it." Yu Changmu let Jian Cong bite it in his mouth and lit it on the spot, reminding him, "Inhale the cigarette lightly at the first puff of the cigarette, spit it out and don't inhale it, because at this time the cigarette The combustion has not yet entered the state."

Anyway, Jian Cong didn't understand the difference between spitting it out and inhaling it in. Normally, every mouthful he didn't meet the standard before should be counted as the "spit out" in Yu Changmu's mouth.

But he had just inhaled it full of expectations, turned his head and immediately poohed, grinning and deceived: "Isn't this still a cigarette! It's just such a fruity scent!"

Everyone was amused by him: "It's smoke, of course it's smoke."

Yu Changmu took another one and lit it himself, and showed Jian Cong a step-by-step demonstration.

The man has slender fingers, protruding knuckles, and is skillful and experienced in holding cigarettes. Jian Cong admits that every time he is willing to smell the smell of smoke on Yu Changmu's body, at least [-]% of it is because Yu Changmu looks handsome when he smokes.

The cigarette butt was lit, and the blue smoke twisted upwards along with the scarlet and flickering red dots.

Yu Changmu explained step by step with his cigarette in his mouth: "Don't be greedy at first, just take a small sip slowly, and then don't think that you have to inhale this thing, just think that you are smelling the fragrance of flowers, The method of exerting force will naturally bring the smoke to your throat. Then close your mouth tightly at this time, imagine that you are swallowing something, swallow this breath, you will feel a little uncomfortable in your throat, and then you can exhale. You can use your mouth or nose."

According to what he said, Yu Changmu gave Jian Cong a step-by-step rehearsal. It looked easy, but he told Jian Cong not to worry: "Don't demand yourself according to the appearance prescribed by Director Li. Your expression and The movements can be exaggerated a bit, wait until you are proficient before pretending to be old-fashioned."

This sentence can be said to hit the key to Jian Cong's repeated failures.

Jian Cong had been unable to do well before because he was always limited by the "proficiency" and "casualness" that Li Haibo wanted. How could a beginner learn this by looking at "casualty".

Jian Cong, who felt that he had finally found the point, cleared his throat, adjusted his state with a cigarette seriously, and then followed Yu Changmu's instructions step by step.

The previous inhalation and "smelling the fragrance of flowers" all went smoothly. When Jian Cong found out that the smoke was really "smelled" by him, he looked very excited. He could really feel something stuck in his throat.

But Jian Cong wanted to swallow further, but he couldn't swallow it no matter what. His facial expression was so intense that Li Haibo and his group were all anxious.

In the end, Jian Cong could hardly hold his breath, so he felt overwhelmed, and simply reached out and covered his mouth with his hand to prevent the smoke from coming out.

The result is not from the mouth, but also from the nostrils.

When Li Haibo and the others saw that the white mist was still coming out of Jian Cong's nostrils, they felt like a bucket of cold water, and all enthusiasm disappeared. Only Yu Changmu watched and laughed.

Jian Cong immediately became angry, and shouted with Yu Changmu's chest hanging down: "Don't laugh! Knowing how to smoke is not something to be proud of!"

"Okay, okay." Yu Changmu wrapped his fist, turned his head and said to the staff beside him: "I actually have another way, but it may not be convenient in front of everyone."

Li Haibo was also surprised: "If you don't want to teach me how to smoke, there is something you can't show us."

Yu Changmu rarely spoke earnestly: "I'm doing it for your own good. I'll take Jian Cong to the dressing room built next to me for a while. Don't let any of you peek."

"Hey, it's still mysterious." Li Haibo really lost his temper, waved his hand and let it go, "Then you guys go quickly, I have to see if I can really learn it."

Jian Cong blinked his curious eyes.

Who would have thought that this person put his arms around him and pressed against the closed door of the dressing room, and a lingering and deep kiss fell on his lips.

At first, Jian Cong stared and struggled to ask him what he was doing all of a sudden, but as Yu Changmu's warm big hands cupped his face, Jian Cong got carried away by being kissed, and couldn't restrain himself from responding. .

This kiss lasted for a full minute.

When they parted, Jian Cong's face turned red, like a child who secretly did something bad behind his parents' backs, and lowered his voice: "Didn't you say you came here to teach me to smoke, why are you acting like a public servant..."

Yu Changmu dropped a few broken kisses again: "I'm teaching you, why are you pretending to be self-serving."

Although this person seemed to be talking nonsense, but he was very happy to be able to kiss Jian Cong, so he whispered: "Then be gentle, don't make my lips turn red, I will have to be on camera later..."

Yu Changmu wiped Jian Cong's lips with his thumb, but didn't tell him that it was actually red now, and took out the cigarette case and lighter from his arms again and said, "Take another puff, and then think about what I said, put the cigarette in your mouth." Swallow, this time I will take care of your learning."

Jian Cong didn't believe it at all from the bottom of his heart. After trying so many times before and failing, he actually lost confidence a long time ago.

But Yu Changmu came so far for him, he definitely couldn't let people make the trip in vain, so he took the lit cigarette and tried it.

The young man who had just finished kissing had a pair of autumn eyes, covered with a layer of moist and rippling water mist, his brows were slightly wrinkled, his long eyelashes drooped involuntarily, he was focused on the cigarette rod he was holding, and his red lips were bright and fierce. .

Yu Changmu was almost face to face with Jian Cong, he was sure that Jian Cong didn't know how seductive he was now.

And just as Jian Cong took a deep breath and put the cigarette away, Yu Changmu suddenly approached him without warning and kissed him again.

At that moment, with "something" in his mouth, Jian Cong forgot how to breathe, and the bitter smell of smoke filled with peaches was fully mixed in their mouths.

Jian Cong was like a novice who had never kissed before. He almost couldn't hold his breath and reached out to pat someone, but Yu Changmu clamped his hand, further deepening the kiss.

At that time, Jian Cong really felt that he might be suffocated to death, and he was so conditioned in his mind that he even thought of a gossip subtitle: Surprise!Jian Cong kissed and was suffocated to death...

then.

The survival instinct made him swallow the cigarette, and it was expelled from the nostrils smoothly.

Seeing Jian Cong with a faint mist floating in front of his eyes: "?"

Jane Cong: "!!!"

As the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning, as long as you do it for the first time and know what is going on, it will not be difficult later.

In order to ensure that he really learned it, Jian Cong held Yu Changmu to "practice" a few more times, and when he finally went out, not only his face was flushed, but his mouth was swollen, which caused Li Haibo to look at him with extreme distrust: "...you really went Learned to smoke?"

Jian Cong cheerfully called the makeup artist to touch up his makeup: "Hurry up, hurry up, let's go together this time!"

A year later, Jian Cong's first | debut novel was finally released, and the last scene of the whole film was a scene where he was shirtless, smoking a cigarette standing in a room where only a ray of sunlight came in through the window frame.

Everyone was stunned.

[Jian Bao doesn't seem to smoke, and Director Li also said before the screening that Jian Bao suffered a lot for this scene, and finally learned it without knowing how]

Jian Cong came out to respond.

[@见雄: I advise you not to ask]

[... again? 】

【...Okay, but I still have to ask, because I really want to know about this】

In the face of netizens who never changed after repeated teachings, Jian Cong simply sent a small video response in order to let everyone remember. He captured Yu Changmu and demonstrated under the camera exactly what he taught himself at that time!

Everyone who clicked on the video: ? ? ? ? ?

【As soon as the king makes a move, he will know if there is one, hold fists.jpg】

"I became popular after the live broadcast broke the news" episode

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The author has something to say:

Ahhhhh it's finally over! ! !Flowers, flowers, flowers!Kiss everyone who tolerates my shortcomings and accompany me all the way to the end!

(End of the book)