I swapped bodies with my rival [Entertainment]

Pei Huan returned to the crew's hotel, hummed a song, opened the door of the room, threw the suitcase and sat on the sofa.

Reluctantly opened the photo album.

He curled his mouth and shared the photos with his friends.

Pei Huan: [picture]

Ling Xu:? ? ?

Ling Xu: I asked you to report your safety, did you show off?

Pei Huan: I took this picture, isn't it handsome?

Ling Xu clicked on the picture, the side face in the picture is really amazing, the almost perfect outline is very cold, the eyebrow arch, eyelashes, Adam's apple, and fingertips all reveal advanced sexiness.

Ling Xu: It has nothing to do with you.This kind of person with superior bones is handsome no matter how he is photographed.

Pei Huan: [fist]

In the middle of Ling Xu's typing, the door was politely knocked twice. After opening the door, a boy wearing a trainee uniform stood at the door with red ears, and twisted his clothes uneasily with his hands.

Ling Xu has a serious baby face.

He still remembered the trainee through the name on his clothes, he raised his eyebrows: "Is there something wrong?"

Yuwen Junjie was tall, and looked past him into the room.

Ling Xu frowned: "Hello."

Yuwen Junjie shook his shoulders, quickly looked away, bowed his head respectfully, "Teacher Ling Xu..."

"Take a look, what are you looking at?" Ling Xu said, "You came to the door of the mentor's room in the middle of the night, and you want to plot something wrong?"

Yuwen Junjie waved his hands again and again: "That's not the case." He blushed and muttered, "I have something to do with Teacher Pei Huan?"

"Looking for him?" Ling Xu asked, "Are you friends?"

Yuwen Junjie shook his head.

Seeing that he stopped talking again, Ling Xu looked at this shy boy who couldn't lie at first sight from the corner of his eyes, and waved his hand: "Okay, go back, your teacher Pei Huan has already flown to City B."

Yuwen Junjie looked disappointed, but couldn't help bowing and thanking, "I'm bothering Teacher Ling Xu."

Ling Xu closed the door and made another plan to sit back on the bed.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw something under the bedside lamp, only a small corner was exposed.

He pulled it out and sat on the bed.

There was no addressee on the envelope, and it was probably a letter left by a fan who visited the class a while ago. He took out the paper and read it without thinking too much.

Ling Xu's expression changed, and when he saw that the paper was crumpled into a ball and smashed into a corner, he gritted his teeth: "Damn! You only have 3 minutes!!"

His chest heaved violently.

Yuwen Junjie, remember it for Dad!

Ling Xu picked up the crumpled piece of paper from the corner, flattened it again, cut to the WeChat account and scanned the QR code at the bottom.

"I want to see how long you last!"

Pei Huan couldn't wait for the other party's reply for a long time, so he naturally thought that he had something to do, so tired, he lay under the covers and read the script of the last scene of "The Stage".

A scene of a romantic actor waking up from a dream and withering in the era.

Of course, he's a supporting character.

The main shot of this play is on the male and female protagonists, but everyone is the key to the quality of a play.

Pei Huan did not dare to relax at all.

On the second day, the production crew started setting up the scene before dawn, and invited hundreds of extra performers inside and out, for the climax of this drama.

Liyuan was impacted by the cultural revolution, opera culture was overthrown as a typical representative of the "four olds", and most opera personnel were sent to the countryside for transformation.

During this period, stories about gifted scholars, beauties, emperors and generals are not allowed to be sung.

Based on this background, the famous opera actors are precarious.

"Pei Pei, please come over and put on your makeup."

Pei Huan nodded in response, sitting in front of the dressing table, holding the script tightly, murmuring the only two lines in his mouth.

"I don't understand, I don't understand."

"Why can't you sing a play that you have sung for half your life?"

"Are you nervous?" The makeup artist put a hood on Pei Huan and pointed his chin to the side: "Sister Xiao Yue came here long ago to brew up emotions."

Pei Huan glanced at her instructions.

Sure enough, I saw Xiao Yue facing the wall alone, motionless, her thin back was pitiful, completely different from her previous image of jumping off.

This is the charm of professional actors.

Pei Huan asked, "Where is the producer Zhu?"

"I'm busy with on-site scheduling. After all, it's an emotional scene. ng hurts the actors' energy too much." The makeup artist said: "I wish the producer has been busy in order to ensure that there will be no accidental mistakes on the set."

Pei Huan felt pressured, and read the two sentences over and over countless times.In the end even the makeup artist laughed: "I know how to recite."

"You don't have much acting skills, it's not a big problem to ng once or twice."

Pei Huan said: "I

The first play was ng 24 times. "

"You did the scene with your toes?" A voice came from behind, and Zhu Yang walked up to him and mercilessly hurt others.

Pei Huan felt a little guilty: "You are."

In the last idol drama, the director told him to remember only one word, handsome.

Handsome is over.

Zhu Yang took the crumpled script in his hand and sat beside him: "Tell me how you understand this character?"

After thinking about it, Pei Huan said: "Jiang Yiyuan has an arrogant temper and doesn't care about money and fame in the world. He has devoted his whole life to opera."

Zhu Yang nodded: "He persisted with his life but was considered wrong by the world. You are him, what would you do."

Pei Huan pondered.

The profession of an actor is not programmed, and everyone's interpretation of the role is different.

The difference between these is what people often call "reiki".

Official shooting.

Director Chen stared at the monitor, and said through the walkie-talkie: "Every crew is ready, countdown to 321."

Pei Huan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"action!"

"boom!"

Pei Huan was shoved suddenly by the shoulder and fell to his knees.

Knees slammed into the hard muddy ground, and the rough stones were as sharp as knives.The costumes on his body were messy, and his hands were tied behind his back with ropes, unable to struggle.

Every breath from the lung ducts is hot and dry.

"Down with ghosts and monsters!"

"Down!"

The voices of dissent poured over like a tide, and he couldn't breathe through his nose. Was he wrong?

But these people were not like this before.

Why has everything changed?

"I don't understand, I don't understand."

He looked into the eyes of these people, numb, dry and dark, and all his past training experiences in the troupe came to his mind.

Even if it is wrong, so what.

There was an astonishing brilliance in his eyes. Rather than asking others, he seemed to be asking himself: "Why can't you sing a play that has been sung for half your life?"

"Down with them!!"

Everyone rushed up, punched and kicked them, tore their clothes, and cursed the dirtiest and cheapest.

In the chaos, he straightened up countless times before being beaten to the ground.

Those eyes were clean and spotless.

Ruo's sharpest knife slashed at the hearts of everyone present.

Zhu Yang clenched his fists outside the arena.

The endless chaos didn't stop until the director called the card.

Surprising applause broke out after a long silence in the arena.

"Pei Pei's show is amazing!!"

"My God, this is the proud Jiang Yiyuan in my heart!"

"This acting is so aura!"

Pei Huan fell down feebly.

But fell into a warm embrace.

He sniffed it carefully, the faint scent of cedar, this man's smell is always particularly boring.

Pei Huan raised the corner of his mouth: "How am I doing?"

Zhu Yang's heart fluctuated violently, and his fingers tremblingly reached behind him to loosen the rope, "You are an actor."

"A qualified actor."

Pei Huan started to smile when he got the sweetness: "It's hard work to be a qualified actor."

"They beat me so hard."

"It hurts."

"Where does it hurt? Let me see."

Pei Huan pressed his hand, leaned close to his white jade ear and whispered: "My whole body hurts, I need my brother to kiss me to get better."

Zhu Yang paused, and said, "Dear?"

Pei Huan was shocked.

Seeing his serious expression, I was on the contrary persuaded: "I wish the producer is too dedicated, I was just joking."

"It has nothing to do with duty." Zhu Yang's dark eyes were as deep as the dark matter of the universe, and he couldn't resist: "Dear me?"

Pei Huan licked his lips, "Then close your eyes and lean over."

Zhu Yang closed his eyes and approached slowly, his brows and eyes were as pale as frost and snow, making one couldn't help but want to stain it with other colors.

Pei Huan, be yourself!Hold back!

His heart was beating wildly, and his five fingertips were pressed together on his lips, matching the exaggerated "mua——".

"Okay, the kiss is over."

Zhu Yang slowly opened his eyes, "?"