Iceberg actor gave birth to a mink for me

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"Di Ying...Di Ying..."

Di Ying fell into a drowsy sleep when he heard someone calling his name.

After being woken up, he got up angry, and just about to have an attack, a familiar face appeared in his blurred vision, and the resentment subsided instantly without a trace.

Ling Ji in front of him exuded a cold air all over his body, not the alienation in his usual temperament, but the cold air in the physical sense.

Di Yingmi stared and stretched out his hand, rubbing his knuckles against the man's face, feeling a cold and smooth touch, slurring his speech.

"Why is it so cold..."

Ling Ji's expression was somewhat indescribable.

"I can't find my son."

Di Ying's drowsiness was swept away and she sat up.

"Xiao Ao was abducted?"

"That's not true," Ling Ji hesitated, "you'll know when you go out and see."

The first snow of winter fell all night, and the backyard was covered in thick snow.

The snow in the morning should be like the clouds, white and flawless reflecting the sun, making people have the urge to open their arms and fall on it.

The snow that Di Ying owned was full of holes, big and small.

Fresh cold air poured into his lungs, and Di Ying felt refreshed.

Facing the magnificent snow scene, he couldn't help but want to chant a poem and express his feelings directly.

"what--"

He took a long, deep breath, speaking in a correct accent.

"Dragon begets dragon, phoenix begets phoenix, Di Ying's son can make holes."

Hearing a familiar voice, Xiao Ao poked his head out of a certain hole, sniffing.

After confirming that he heard correctly, the whole mink crawled out of the snow, shaking off the snowflakes stained by its fur like an electric drill, and happily ran over to find Di Ying for breakfast.

"squeak!"

"Squeaky, what a snow, you have dug it full of holes. If you want to enjoy the snow on the first day of the new year, why don't you show me the briquettes?"

"Squeak, creak!" Xiaoao nibbled Di Ying lightly with his canines, which was a sign that he was asking for food.

Di Ying ruthlessly poked its pink nose: "You are already a mature ferret, it's time to learn to hunt by yourself. When other ferrets are as old as you, they can hunt rabbits by themselves."

Xiao Ao believed it, and plunged into the snowdrift again, quickly plowed the snow with two paws, and dug a new tunnel in a few seconds, and the round buttocks and tail twisted and twisted outside the hole.

There was an extra down jacket on his shoulders, Di Ying turned his head and found that Ling Ji had put it on for him, and then he remembered that he was only wearing pajamas.

It turned out that he was afraid that he would be cold, so he went into the house to get his clothes.

He pointed at the half of Xuezhong's buttocks: "Son, is this the activation of racial talent? Why don't you go to Harvard and go to Lanxiang to study excavators. Look at the level of excavators that come with you. If you go there, you won't be able to get a full scholarship." ?”

"...you're talking nonsense again."

"Would you like to become an athlete?" Di Ying pondered seriously, resting her chin on her shoulders. "It seems that there is no such thing as shaving snow in the Winter Olympics."

"Go digging and digging as a trainee? There are many shady scenes."

"Write a novel, dig a hole and don't fill it? You will be beaten."

Ling Ji couldn't bear his endless divergence, so he pushed him.

"Why don't you say to be an actor and make "Snow in the Snow"?"

"Huh? That's a good idea. Looking back, it's like "The Legend of Diao Heroes" and "Legend of Diao Heroes". We will arrange it for it. Our son is a future martial arts superstar."

The two were chatting wildly, when Xin Youkui's assistant called suddenly, saying that Ling Ji would go over and try on the mirror now if it was convenient for him.

Di Ying didn't understand: "This old man has such a wonderful idea, and people don't let people take a holiday on New Year's Day. Why do you have to try it today?"

He said so on the lips, but his body rushed to the designated place honestly.

Unexpectedly, the audition site selected by Director Xin was a Japanese-style courtyard, full of snow and no one stepped on it, green bamboos were planted in the southwest corner, and a quaint hot spring water feature was built in the northwest corner, and the bamboo tubes swayed up and down according to the amount of water stored.

Director Xin and his old friend, the show's producer and assistant director, and a few people they didn't know arrived early and sat under the eaves drinking tea and chatting.

As soon as Di Ying entered the yard, he expressed his emotion: "Grandpa Xin, you are too good at enjoying life, which is much better than the briquettes in my house."

Xin Daban raised his face: "What briquettes, I can't understand a word this kid is talking about."

After seeing Ling Ji, he showed another kind and kind attitude, and introduced to those who had never met him: "This is the child I mentioned, take a look, does it look suitable?"

Everyone looked at Ling Ji together: "As expected of Director Xin, I thought it was him at first glance."

The production is more rigorous: "The appearance is indeed a bonus, but the most important thing for this role is to match the temperament."

"That's easy to say, I brought all the costumes." Director Xin waved at the people over there, "Take him into the house and change his costume."

Di Ying: "I haven't auditioned yet, so I'm going to set the makeup?"

"You don't understand, what you want for this role is a look."

While Ling Ji was entering the room to change costumes, Di Ying took a look at the situation.

Director Xin has been preparing for this drama for less than half a year, and the other actors have been settled early, but this one role has been unable to find a suitable candidate for a long time.It's about to start up, otherwise Director Xin wouldn't invite Ling Ji as soon as he saw Ling Ji.

The producer had given Director Xin almost all male artists of the right age in the circle before, and none of them caught his critical eye.

During that time, Ling Ji was under the control of his agent, and the outside scripts could not be handed over to him at all, so he was not included in the candidate list.

This role doesn't have much time to play, but the role is very important, and it is responsible for the atmosphere in the play.

One of the important scenes is a snow scene. It happened to be snowing today, so Director Xin wanted to call someone over to see the effect.

The producer complained bitterly: "You don't know, Mr. Xin's requirements are anti-human at all. He requires free acting skills and clear eyes. Free acting skills are definitely not good for fledgling fresh meat, but I haven't seen a few old actors Actors with more than two years have clear eyes."

"Isn't it?" Di Ying jokingly echoed, "Generally, an old actor like me who has acted for many years, his eyes have long been vicissitudes."

Everyone was talking and laughing when Ling Ji, who had changed into costumes, came out from the back room.

The chatter and laughter were all cut off, and Xin Youkui couldn't help standing up.

The old friend who has been helping him as an actor also clapped his hands and exclaimed: "It's suitable, it's suitable, this is the person Lao Xin is looking for."

Director Xin was also very excited, and ordered someone to find a thin emerald green bamboo.

"I look at your figure. It seems that you have practiced it. If you have any ready-made movements, just make a few random gestures. Just do your best and don't feel psychological pressure."

Standing in the center of the courtyard, Ling Ji held one end of the bamboo, weighed it calmly, took himself as the center of the circle, drew an arc with the bamboo, and made a gesture of starting.

After the bamboo dangled in the air, it hit the ground flatly.This movement seems rigid, but the inner strength is soft. If the strength is not well controlled, it will be broken in two on the spot.

But the moment the bamboo in Ling Ji's hand touched the ground, it bounced up and down, causing several afterimages to vibrate the air and make the wind roar.

The snow piled up from the ground, smashing the sun into pieces, and engulfed Ling Ji, who was upside down in the air, and fell rustlingly.

The flying snow, the green bamboo, and the people in green clothes gradually merged into one, and everyone present was amazed.

Among the astonishing gazes of everyone, only Di Ying's eyes were gradually deepening.

Because he thought of the circumstances under which Ling Ji learned these skills, there are limited job opportunities for those who can't show their faces, and only martial arts stand-ins who can't show their faces can bring in a little more income.

Although it is a blessing in disguise to have mastered some skills, but thinking of Ling Ji gritting his teeth and practicing kung fu for his livelihood, Wang Po is even more unforgivable.

After Ling Ji danced a set of tricks in the snow, the movement of closing the bottom was full of momentum, and her eyes were sharp.

Everyone clapped their hands involuntarily. Ling Ji's chest was heaving due to the violent exercise, and his eyes sneaked past Dao Xin in the C position, and landed on Di Ying.

Di Ying immediately adjusted his expression and gave him a thumbs up.

Ling Ji retreated, imitating a martial arts figure and making a bow: "You're showing your ugliness."

Director Xin beckoned to him, "Son, where did you learn it?"

Ling Ji replied truthfully: "When the costume crew was playing tricks, I learned a few tricks from the martial arts instructor."

"Good job, this role belongs to you, let the producer comrade talk to your agent in detail, this matter is settled like this, you must not go back on your word!"

Ling Ji lowered his eyes obediently: "Thank you, Mr. Xin, for your appreciation."

Director Xin was still very excited, and even praised Di Ying.

"Xiaoying really brought me a baby this time."

Di Ying said with a pun, "It's not a baby, and I won't bring it to see you."

Ling Ji went down to change clothes, and after changing, he was told that Di Ying was chatting privately with Director Xin, and after waiting for a while, Di Ying came out with a radiant face.

"What did you tell Director Xin that it took so long?"

Di Ying smiled maliciously: "Of course it is to discuss the details of your bringing money into the group."

Ling Ji's face turned pale for a moment, before returning to normal.

"With Director Xin's status, the producer will only compete for investment, and it is impossible to accept actors to bring money into the group."

"Tsk," Di Ying regretted, "I won't be able to tease you, so much less fun."

He put away his hippie smile: "Well, actually, I'm discussing with Director Xin, and I want to learn from the director with the group."

Ling Ji was surprised: "You want to be a director?"

"It's not because of you that I came up with such an idea temporarily."

Di Ying didn't want him to be burdened, so he told the truth: "You still remember, Director Xin said at the birthday banquet that he taught me acting, and I was taught by him before I learned to speak." Hold it on your lap to watch a play?"

Ling Ji nodded.

"He subtly enlightened me not by acting, but by directing. I had the idea of ​​being a director very early on, and I also took time to take courses before. Director Xin is a leading director in the world, and it is a rare opportunity to learn from him. "

"Then you don't need to film?"

For an actor, the number of works is also very important. Too long a gap period can easily make the audience forget his existence.

But Di Ying, who has been in the mountain for ten months, obviously doesn't care about such things.

"I've inquired about it. Your role doesn't have much time to play. You'll be filming for a full month, which is just enough for me to be an intern director on the set."

Di Ying was serious with only three words: "It's more natural to be an actor by the unspoken rules of a director. If you don't perform well at that time, I will let you go to my room at night, and the director will personally tell you the play."

On the verge of Ling Ji's embarrassment and anger, he frantically tried, like a long-legged seabird who bought a walking stick.

Director Xin came out chatting and laughing with his old friends, and greeted the two of them, "Come on, today is the holiday, your sister has prepared a lot of delicious dishes at home, go home for dinner."

Di Ying teased: "It turns out that Grandpa Xin knew that today was a holiday, and thought you would drag everyone to work overtime on New Year's Day."

"Xiaoying's mouth is really broken."

Although Ling Ji didn't speak, he deeply agreed.

It was an old friend who made amends for him with a smile: "Di Ying is the one who talks a lot like you. If you didn't see him sitting outside, he would answer one word after ten questions asked by the reporter."

Although his words were exaggerated, they were not entirely fictional.

Director Xin waved his hand in disgust: "He, I've seen him since I was a child, and I know how many curls his tongue can make. He pretends to be in front of the camera, and cares about words like gold. Those are all young actors today. What are they called? ? Idiots!"

Di Ying was amused: "You know a lot, don't you usually surf the Internet?"

Speaking of human design, Dao Xin felt overwhelming dissatisfaction.

"Talk about these young people, let them act with no acting skills, and they perform superbly with their characters, and they act more realistically outside the play than in the play. If there are more malleable talents like Ling Ji, I don't have to spend all day Worried that there will be no successors in the film industry."

At the gate of the courtyard, Di Ying took the initiative to help Dao Xin open the car door.

"Ling Ji is thin-skinned, you are too embarrassed to praise him."

"It's my fault. I can't think of everyone the same as you. Don't talk about it."

When they arrived at Dao Xin's house, only Dao Xin's daughter Xin Zili was there, and Fei Zhanan was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's brother-in-law?" Di Ying asked casually. He called Dao Xin grandpa, Xin Zili sister, Fei Zhanan's brother-in-law in front of her, and elder brother in front of Fei Zhanan.

"Isn't it the first day of the new year? Your brother-in-law is going to invite someone to dinner. He wants to run for the chairman of the Film and Television Association this year. You know, there are many links that need to be sorted out."

Everyone around Xin Zili is working hard in the entertainment industry, but she is an outsider, a well-known female entrepreneur in the industry, and her jewelry business is booming.

She also took advantage of her family's close proximity, and the top female artists in the entertainment industry, including Hou Ying, have all been the spokespersons of her original brand.

Xin Zili did cook a good meal, and the four of them were a little deserted.In order to warm up the atmosphere, she opened a bottle of red wine to add to the fun.

Director Xin complained: "I also called that girl Hou Ying, and said that I couldn't come because I have something to do. The juniors have their own careers when they grow up, so it's really hard to meet."

Xin Zili laughed and said, "She is a female star now, and she just came back, so busy. I saw her in the news video yesterday, and she lost a lot of weight, which makes people feel distressed."

Director Xin took the initiative to bring food to Ling Ji, and Ling Ji unexpectedly thanked him.

After picking up the dishes, he told Di Ying: "Xiaoying should visit more people when she is free."

Di Ying was also picking up food for Ling Ji, but he paused when he heard this, and changed the subject calmly.

But after a while, Director Xin began to talk clichéd again.

Di Ying put down his chopsticks: "Grandpa Xin, I didn't want to spoil your interest, but Hou Ying and I have a purely working cooperative relationship, and there is no possibility of further development. Please don't always enthusiastically bring us together in the future." Yes, it is easy to be misunderstood."

Director Xin didn't like to hear these words: "I saw you two growing up, you are both talented and beautiful, and you are obviously very suitable. I know you don't like her parents, but the girl is still very good."

Xin Zili also echoed: "Yes, a few days ago, didn't you help her on the red carpet?"

"Helping her is just because she is a girl. I would not sit idly by anyone else."

Di Ying's tone was very sincere.

"Let me tell you the truth, Grandpa, I have someone I like, and I'm chasing him now. When he promises me, I'll bring it to you as soon as possible."

Ling Ji glanced at him.

Xin Zili was surprised and pleasantly surprised: "Really? It's the first time in so many years that Xiaoying admits that she has someone she likes. It's not easy, and it's worth a drink."

She took the initiative to store red wine for everyone, and raised a glass to persuade her old father: "Dad, young people have their own ideas, so don't worry about marriage."

Xin Dao believed that the golden boy and the jade girl would not be able to get together, and after hearing what Di Ying said, he could only sigh heavily and stop mentioning it.

Only Xin Zili was curious: "What kind of person has such a great charm that can make Xiaoying fall in love. The point is, there are still people who Xiaoying is chasing but haven't caught up with. How determined is this person? Couldn't she hang you on purpose?"

Ling Ji buried his head in his food without saying a word, as if he was fighting against the beans on the plate.

Di Ying smiled and explained: "Although I was chasing him, I didn't confess. I plan to chase him for ten months before formally confessing to him."

Ling Ji slipped his hand, and the beans flew out of the plate, pretending that nothing happened by drinking.

Xin Zili was even more puzzled: "Why? Why is there such a thing? Is there something special about it?"

Di Ying talked to her on the surface, but his peripheral vision fell firmly on Ling Ji.

"Because there was an accident before, the pigeons were released for ten months, so I plan to use ten months to make up for it."

Ling Ji shook his hand, and the red wine almost spilled again. This time he simply put down everything in his hands and did nothing. God knows what shocking words Di Ying will say.

Di Ying deliberately teased him: "What's the matter, the food doesn't suit your appetite?"

"..." Ling Ji had no choice but to pick up the chopsticks again, "Of course not."

Xin Zili was worried that she didn't entertain well: "Ling Ji is here for the first time, and I don't know what he likes to eat."

Ling Ji hurriedly said, "Thank you, I'm not picky about my food, it's just...just now I only cared about eating melons, not eating."

Di Ying said with a low smile: "Who doesn't like to eat melons from top male stars, even people like Teacher Ling are not exempt."

The last time Xin Zili met, she felt that Ling Ji was not easy to get along with, but this time when she came to be a guest at home, she felt much more relaxed, and the conversation was less formal.

"Does Ling Ji have someone he likes?" She just smiled and asked for help, "Is my question too straightforward, if there is a paparazzi under the dining table tonight, you can book a trending search if you just pull out a topic. "

Ling Ji was stunned by this question, not knowing how to answer it.

Fortunately, Director Xin came to the rescue: "Don't treat everyone like Xiaoying, this kid has a thin skin."

Xin Zili followed the good advice: "I'm the one who gossips, don't ask, let's drink!"

After dinner, Xin Zili made tea with the tea leaves Di Ying sent. Director Xin and Di Ying wanted to have a private chat about the trainee director, and the two went into the study.

It was Ling Ji's first visit, and Xin Zili showed him around the house.

The sofa in the living room threw women's coats and handbags at random. Seeing this, Xin Zili was embarrassed: "Look at my habit of putting things around, I make you laugh."

She was about to take them back into the bedroom when Ling Ji glanced at them and asked casually, "This brand of bags is rare, so they must be very expensive?"

Xin Zili was a little surprised: "Have you studied women's bags? No, why did I forget, this brand also has men's models. This is what my husband brought back from abroad some time ago. As expected of an artist, he is very sensitive to fashion brands." .”

"Not really," Ling Ji said in a flat tone, "It's just that I just saw this brand not long ago, so I paid attention to it."

"Oh? What a coincidence?"

"At Di Ying's house, Hou Ying went to his house as a guest when she first returned to China, and gave her a bag of this brand as a gift."

Xin Zili was thoughtful after hearing this.

In the study room, Dao Xin, the number one CP fan, was still unhappy about the collapse of the house.

Di Ying added tea for him with a smile: "Are you still thinking about that?"

Director Xin shook his head: "The children and grandchildren have their own blessings, it's my old man's wishful thinking."

He took a sip of his tea and recalled that year: "Actually, when people get old, they always recall when they were young. I still remember the day when I finished filming. You stood on my left and Ying girl stood on my right. Everyone joked, saying It’s like taking a family portrait. Wouldn’t it be nice to go back in time?”

Di Ying smiled and said nothing.

Dao Xin suddenly thought of something: "Do you think that the family background is not good? If you want me to say that knowing the basics is more important than anything else, it is so easy to find a girl who is like-minded and like you. The person you like, is it not Whose family's daughter?"

The smile on Di Ying's mouth gradually faded, he stood up, refilled his cup of tea, and put his hands in front of Xin Youkui.

"Sorry, I let Grandpa down."

Xin Youkui took the teacup from his hand and complained to him: "I'm just getting old, and I'm feeling sorry for myself. Why are you making such a formal apology? I'm not blaming you."

Di Ying stood upright and lowered her hands, her eyebrows and eyes respectful: "Actually, what I want to tell my grandpa is that there will never be a result between me and Hou Ying. When I was eight years old, she was eliminated from my life. The adults A joint scam, it is doomed that I will not be able to develop an intimate relationship with her."

Dao Xin shook his hand holding the teacup, and his lips trembled like a seventy-year-old man.

"...Son, do you remember?"

Di Ying still kept his head close to his ears, and his tone was calm.

"Thanks to all those who participated in concealing the truth back then, the eight-year-old child understood the four words unforgettable earlier than many adults."

Xin Youkui's hands kept shaking, and the tea in the cup kept overflowing, spreading to the wrinkled tiger's mouth.

But he didn't seem to be able to feel the temperature of the tea, and repeated in his mouth over and over again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Di Ying thoughtfully attached herself, hugged Xin Youkui lightly, and patted him on the back.

There was no emotion behind this extremely gentle movement, but the empty eyes.

"I know it's not your fault. You are still the most respected grandfather and the most admired director in my heart. It's just that I can't fulfill my expectations of you."