Iceberg actor gave birth to a mink for me

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Ling Jiye was caught when he broke into Di Ying's room, and subconsciously hid his hands behind his back.

The light turned on so suddenly that his brain froze for a moment, and he said a rare nonsense: "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Wouldn't it be possible to catch you, a flower picker, if you're asleep?"

Di Ying put Xiao Ao on his shoulder, and approached Ling Ji step by step with malicious intentions: "What is Teacher Ling holding?"

Ling Ji backed away with a guilty conscience, blocked by the hard wall, and hid his hands back again: "It's nothing."

"It's nothing, why didn't you dare to show it to me?" Di Ying suddenly said, "I see, Teacher Ling took an anesthetic injection and planned to knock me out while I was sleeping."

The corner of Ling Ji's mouth twitched slightly: "...I'm stunned, what are you doing?"

"Of course it's to make me do this and that and that and that."

Di Ying played the upper body, this time he played the role of a dandy who travels with a vicious mink, molesting good women in the street.

The mink on the shoulder is also an accomplice, showing its minions fiercely.

"Mr. Ling, why bother, as long as you say hello in advance, I can also pretend that I don't know anything, and let you do this or that."

An evil smile hung on the corner of Di Ying's mouth: Hehe.

Xiao Ao grimaced like him: Hehe.

Ling Ji quietly moved towards the balcony, trying to escape.

Di Ying stretched out his hand and pressed against the wall, blocking his way: Bi Dong.

Xiao Ao also pressed his claws against the void: Bi Dong.

Ling Ji: "..."

Ling Ji glanced at the eye wall Dong Xiaoao with complicated emotions.

Its forelimbs are not as long as Di Ying's arms, and it can't reach the wall. It wants to imitate Di Ying's appearance and play cool, so it can only press against the air wall, just like a non-physical performance.

"If you don't teach well all day long, your son will learn badly from you."

"My son is smart, he learns what he looks like, right Xiaoao?"

"squeak!"

Di Ying ticked the other hand very bluntly: "Take it out, Teacher Ling."

Xiaoao also hooked his claws in a similar manner: "Squeak!"

Ling Ji reluctantly took out his hand from behind his back, revealing the jerky hidden in the palm of his hand.

Xiao Ao jumped over happily, picked up the dried meat and ate it.

Di Ying looked like "I knew it".

"Who said so convincingly during the day that Xiaoao is not allowed to eat at night, so that he can teach him a long lesson?"

He said it ruthlessly, because he was afraid that it would be hungry and sneak over to feed in the middle of the night.

Ling Ji made enough excuses for his behavior: "That was said yesterday, now it's past twelve o'clock, it's already the next day, and I didn't say that I would starve it for two days in a row."

"Oh--"

Di Ying made a long sound that made Ling Ji extremely embarrassed.

"Ms. Ling's speech is very rigorous, and she doesn't force her words at all. In terms of family education, she also does what she says, and she never softens her heart, which is admirable."

Ling Ji was so teased that his face became hot: "I'm going back, and I have to film a movie tomorrow morning."

"What's the rush? The director has studied the script and ticked off a lot of precautions. Taking advantage of the moonlight tonight, I will explain it to you."

The balcony door was shut with a slam, and the thick curtains blocked the indoor scene. From the outside, only the light shining through the gaps in the curtains could be seen.

Kexipi sighed regretfully, shaking the melon seeds in his hands.

Zhen Guomin stomped her feet, half of them were cold, half of them were angry.

"You're here to catch minks, or to watch a show, why are you eating melon seeds?"

"Don't get excited," Ke Xipi comforted his friend perfunctorily, "It's too cold, I'll add some heat."

"It's cold, how can you eat melon seeds without freezing your hands?"

Ke Xipi honestly put the melon seeds back: "Didn't you tell me to wait and see Brother Diying throw people out, what about people?"

Zhen Guomin choked. Although they couldn't see the details clearly from a distance, the two behaved intimately and couldn't escape.

And until Di Ying drew the curtains, Ling Ji didn't come out of his room, as long as he wasn't blind, he could see something tricky.

But he still didn't want to admit it: "Didn't Brother Di Ying come to be the director this time? What if Teacher Ling Ji came to him in the middle of the night to ask for advice on acting? Look, they didn't turn off the lights."

"I think your guess is very reliable, and the truth must be like this."

Zhen Guomin was brave: "Since I'm asking for advice on acting, then I can do it too."

Ke Xipi was amused by him: "Then you can go ask for advice in the middle of the night and see if Director Di will throw you out."

In the room, Ling Ji opened Di Ying's script, which was densely written in small characters. He thought Di Ying was bluffing him, but he didn't expect it to be true.

After carefully reading line by line, there were many details that he could hardly think of when he read the script by himself, and Di Ying annotated them one by one.

With Di Ying's additions, the character's reaction is more reasonable, the image is more flesh and blood, and Ling Ji seems to be able to empathize with the character more.

Ling Ji was a little moved: "When did you write it?"

Di Ying is still not serious when doing serious things: "When Teacher Ling doesn't sleep with me, I can't sleep alone, so I wrote so much. How about it, is this director very sincere?"

"I have never seen any director put so much effort into unspoken rules for actors."

"This just shows that I am different from other directors. They lose their minds, while I lose my heart."

Di Ying grabbed Ling Ji's hand and made a pious marriage proposal: "If one day I really become a director, would you be willing to be the leading actor in my play?"

Ling Ji pretended to think for a while: "Look at the salary."

Di Yingjun's face collapsed: "Don't be in a car with me."

Ling Ji buried his head very low, and when he raised his head again, there was still a smile in his eyes that hadn't completely faded away.

"I am willing."

Di Ying was taken aback, feeling that he had lost a lot.

"If I knew it earlier, I would have recorded this sentence and cut it into the content of the marriage proposal. It's perfect."

Ling Ji turned the script to the progress of tomorrow's filming: "Director Di, I don't quite understand this scene, explain it to me..."

In a word, the director told him eighteen scenes. On the second day, Ling Ji's performance under the camera was highly praised by Director Xin.

He himself has been a martial artist for a long time, whether it is riding a horse or hanging Wia, these difficult scenes where other actors need to use a double, he can do it with ease.

As for the relatively weak literary drama, after being confronted by Di Ying several times, even if the opponent is a professional actor like Wei Xin, Ling Ji has no stage fright, and he plays back and forth with his seniors, and even with the harsh director Xin. Take one several times.

The students taught by himself are so outstanding, Di Ying is also proud to watch from the sidelines.

Director Xin reached out to pat his leg.

"Xiaoying."

Di Ying thought that Director Xin was going to teach him a lesson or explain his work, so he listened attentively.

"You taught this child's play, right?"

Di Ying was a little surprised: "How do you know?"

"I can't even tell. I've been directing plays for so many years. Look at Wei Xin, who came from a major. I know his tutor in college. He and his senior brothers acted with a little bit of their teacher's in him. shadow."

"What about you, you didn't learn your drama in a class. You watched various actors act in the crew when you were young. You first imitated and then absorbed, and finally formed your own system."

Director Xin pointed to the replay of Ling Ji's shot on the screen: "I have watched the film that Ling Ji won the award twice carefully. His acting skills are also a collection of hundreds of styles. He should have practiced in private, but he has not received professional training. The biggest difference with you is lack of confidence. But today I see him much better, and he acts more calmly, obviously someone has mentioned it."

"Grandpa Xin has a sharp eye, and he can't hide anything from you. You said that Ling Ji's acting skills are very complicated. Before he became famous, he played tricks in many film crews. Could it be related to this?"

Director Xin shook his head with certainty: "There are so many extras, it's not so easy to change language and action after adulthood. People's ability to absorb knowledge is the strongest when they are young. I think it's a bit like a child's skill."

When there was no role for Ling Ji, he took the time to memorize the script, and a pink thermos cup appeared in front of him.

He raised his head in surprise, and Kesipi stood in front of him with a smile on his face.

"This is ginger, red dates and wolfberry tea made by my assistant. It is very nourishing for the body. It is cold, so Teacher Ling should keep warm."

Ling Ji had an impression of Ke Xipi, a little girl. She sat next to him at the group dinner on the first day. Like many people, she didn't dare to talk to him. I don't know why she came over to give him supplements today.

"Thank you, you can keep the drink, I don't need it."

"Does Teacher Ling need a cushion?"

The little girl made a flower-shaped cushion from behind.

"I saw Teacher Ling sitting on a hard bench when he was resting. How uncomfortable it is after a long time."

Ling Ji frowned slightly, becoming more and more confused about her reason for coming.

The conditions of the crew were tough, everyone sat on a hard bench, and he was not a coquettish big shot.

"It's nothing uncomfortable, I'm used to it."

Ke Xipi scanned his script: "Oh! Teacher Ling Ji has written so many notes in the script, so dedicated!"

"It's not my script."

"Could it be Brother Di Ying's script?"

Ling Ji didn't want to spend endless time with her, "Nothing important, I want to continue memorizing the script."

"It's okay," Ke Xipi smiled and waved his hands, "It's okay, it's okay...Mr. Ling, do you really don't need a cushion?"

"..."

Di Ying walked in this direction, and when Ke Xipi saw him, he quickly said "Do not disturb" and slipped away.

Di Ying only came here when she saw the little girl talking to Ling Ji from a distance. She was curious about what could make Bingshan chat with people for so long, but she ran away when she saw him coming, looking very suspicious.

"Teacher Ling is very popular, and there are young and beautiful actresses who offered to bring hot drinks."

"She also sent cushions, I don't know what she wants to do."

"Oh, that makes me feel a sense of crisis."

Di Ying sat down beside him: "Did you ever film a movie when you were young?"

Ling Ji opened his eyes wide and looked at him with a surprised expression.

Di Ying was puzzled: "What kind of expression is that on your face? Could it be that Director Xin really guessed it?"

It turned out to be a guess, Ling Ji couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or relieved.

Xin Yi said that if Di Ying knew the truth all at once, maybe the negative symptoms would also appear at the same time, and he should be reminded step by step.