substitute actor

In the middle of summer, the sun was shining brightly on the location. Yan Ge felt that the sweat on the tip of his nose was about to fall off, so he quickly wiped it off with his hand, then lowered his head and took two more mouthfuls of food, chewing quickly.

Not far away, "Friday Interview" is playing on the TV under the shed. The host has exquisite makeup and is interviewing the young president of AXA Group. In front of the TV, sitting on a comfortable sofa chair is the worst person on the set. The man you messed with, Ming Yuan.

Looking at the group of people over there booing and inquiring, serving tea and water, handing towels and fanning, serving the male protagonist just like serving his own father, Yan Ge sighed hard in his heart, and at the same time, put He took a big mouthful of food and swallowed it down.

Obviously they are all actors, sometimes the gap is so big.

Ming Yuan is the heroine of "The End", and Yan Ge, the bamboo horse who plays the heroine in it, has appeared in a total of three episodes, and the scenes that do not exceed one hour are still in the memories of the heroine.

After finishing his lunch in a hurry, Yan Ge carefully patted off the dust on the costume, and was about to get up to prepare for filming, when he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his side.

With a painful grunt in his throat, Yan Ge grinned his teeth and gasped for air. He picked up a corner of the costume and gently lifted it away. He saw a red mark on the side of his waist that was visible to the naked eye. Tears will fall.

Looking around, but there was no sign of the assistant, Yan Ge was so dizzy from the heat that he suddenly got up from the ground, almost unable to stand still.

Standing for a long time with the hem of his clothes in his hands, Yan Ge lowered his head and pulled his waist, and saw a red mark on it, and the surrounding area was swollen, it should have been hanged from Wiale yesterday.

"Yang Ge, shoot No. 42 right now, get ready."

While talking to the walkie-talkie, the director commanded him to be in position, and Yan Ge hurried up.

"Director, can you contact the medical team, my waist seems to be..."

"Don't talk." The director frowned and raised his hand to stop him, pinching the microphone, "Got it, is the scene of 'Albatross Peak' first?"

After watching the director finished speaking, Yan Ge resisted the discomfort, almost gritted his teeth, "Director, I feel a little uncomfortable, can I..."

"What did you say?"

The director raised his head absent-mindedly, looked perfunctorily at the man in front of him, and before Yan Ge could repeat it, he picked up the walkie-talkie again: "No, Ming Yuan is still resting, let's shoot the second female role first... Yes, let Weiya Prepare……"

"Director, I..."

"Received. Prepare for the 58th match immediately."

"guide……"

"All the actors, prepare for the 58th scene immediately." The director finally finished the conversation and looked up at Yan Ge, "What's the matter with you?"

"Director, I want to take a leave of absence this afternoon to see a doctor."

"You what?" The director stared at the phone, frowning slightly, checking the information over and over again.

"I'm a little uncomfortable, I want to ask for a..."

"Ask for leave?" The director's tone was full of disbelief, he raised his head suddenly, and stared at Yan Ge closely, "Didn't you know you were in the 58 scenes? Why didn't you say you asked for leave earlier?"

Yan Ge didn't speak.

He also just found out that the 58th scene will be filmed this afternoon, and he just found out that he needs to seek medical treatment.

"Is it serious?" The director looked him up and down, with suspicion in his eyes.

Yan Ge was a little uncomfortable, so he lifted the corner of his clothes to show her.

"It's okay." The director didn't take it seriously, "Go to the doctor and get some medicine to overcome it. It's quite early today."

"This……"

"Got it, start shooting right away."

The director hung up the walkie-talkie, urged Yan Ge a few more words, turned and left.

Yan Ge couldn't find the medical team, so he could only finish filming another scene with a strangled waist. Although there were not many lines and scenes, the director didn't let him go after the performance. The crew asked all the actors in the 42 scenes to stay there and wait. , just waiting for when Ming Yuan wants to shoot, he can turn on the phone immediately.

But in the end, Ming Yuan didn't show up, and Yan Gesheng waited for three hours until the sun went down before accepting the job.

Originally, there was a party planned for the evening, and the attendees were all directors and screenwriters who could be named in Qitang City, but Yan Ge couldn't hold it anymore, so he had to cancel it.

As he was walking out dizzily, Yan Ge saw Ming Yuan going out from the side door of the hotel building, as if he was waiting for someone.

He stared at the man's back hesitantly for a while, and before he could think about it, a voice came from beside his ear.

"Ming Yuan won't go to the dinner party tonight."

The one who was talking was Ye Xingchen, the recorder in the group "The End", who was extremely gossip, and basically Yan Ge knew all the trivial matters in the group from him.

Who is having an affair with whom today, which colleague's marriage will change tomorrow, and who's child will fall in love the day after tomorrow? Yan Ge is surprised, where did this person find out about these things.

Ye Xingchen is different from the others in the group, he has always been a loner, he seems to be close to everyone, but he doesn't seem to know anyone well.

So when Ye Xingchen showed affection to Yan Ge, Yan Ge wasn't surprised at all, anyway, it wasn't surprising that this person did anything.

"Oh." Yan Ge was not in the mood to care about other people's affairs, so he complied perfunctorily, planning to drag his sick body to the side of the road to take a taxi.

"He was dated."

Yan Ge didn't answer him, but fumbled for the phone in his pocket.

Here, "being asked out" means being favored by the patron, but it is just a tactful way to put it.

Eyelids drooping, Yan Ge lacked interest, and probably knew about those things in his heart, but he always felt that it had nothing to do with him, so he didn't have to worry about those nosy things.

A taxi was approaching with an empty sign, Yan Ge took two steps forward, and was about to raise his hand to stop it, when he heard Ye Xingchen say:

"It is said to be from the AXA Group."

After a pause, the taxi sped past in front of him and left in the dust.

"Who?" Yan Ge turned his head, but the man he saw on TV at noon flashed through his mind.

Sitting on the sofa, watching the host talk very politely and seriously, with handsome and confident gestures, as if he could focus all eyes.

"The young manager of Ansheng Group." Ye Xingchen was gossiping while playing with his mobile phone, "Ansheng has been in the limelight recently, and the several investments have made colleagues hate it."

"Oh."

Yan Ge returned to his slumped look, let out a breath, and raised his hand to stop a taxi, "Then Mingyuan is not very lucky."

"That is."

Sniffing, Yan Ge coughed lightly, opened the car door, and was about to get in when he caught a glimpse of a very familiar black car from the corner of his eye, slowly turning around the side of the building.

Slightly taken aback, Yan Ge raised his head and glanced at the place where Ming Yuan was standing. The black car was parked on the side of the road, the door was opened, and from this angle, the man sitting in the back seat could be vaguely seen.

The hand holding the handlebar suddenly tightened, Yan Ge swallowed, his breathing became rapid, and the sweat on his forehead slid down his jaw line and flowed into his collar.

As if noticing the blazing gaze, the person not far away turned his head and glanced towards Yan Ge through the open car door.

The eyes met by chance, Yan Ge turned his head away calmly, got into the passenger driver with difficulty, gave the address, and waved to Ye Xingchen outside the window.

The air conditioner in the car was fully activated, and Yan Ge shivered as soon as he entered, his palms were completely cold, covered in cold sweat, and his mind was full of the look he just saw.

Deep and mysterious, obsidian-like black, like a jungle full of mist at dawn, it is as panic-stricken as ever.

After all these years, the man didn't seem to have changed at all.

I bought anti-inflammatory medicine at the hospital, and after going home to drink it, I was about to go to bed when a phone call came in, disturbing Yan Ge's lucid dream.

"Where are you? I'm looking for you."

The manager's voice was particularly indistinct amidst the noisy laughter, and he couldn't hear clearly. Yan Ge was falling asleep on the sofa, lying together, covered in cold sweat.

"I can't go tonight, I told you this afternoon."

"Just now I met a screenwriter, the one who wrote "Screaming Weekend". He said he had seen your play and was planning to get to know you. Why do you..."

"Wait a moment."

Yan Ge gritted his teeth, stood up from the sofa, and limped towards the door with his hips in his hands, holding his mobile phone in his hands, unable to speak well, "I'll go right away..."

"Okay, hurry up."

After the manager finished speaking, there was another burst of loud laughter, and the words stopped abruptly.

Yan Ge took a breath, and groped in the dark night to lock the door.

Qitang's night is still bustling, as if completely tireless, bright as day, shuttling among neon lights and red men and women, Yan Ge only feels that he is a stray dog ​​that is about to die of illness.

In order to prevent the wound from getting worse, Yan Ge wore a thin coat. At this moment, the night wind howled past, making him tremble a little.

Pushing the door open, the dinner inside was almost over, and the smell of alcohol was still strong. Yan Ge sniffed and was about to call his manager when he was patted on the shoulder.

"Why did you come here? How long have people been waiting for you?"

The manager obviously complained, glanced at him, took Yan Ge's arm and walked into the hall.

"I went to the hospital." Yan Ge explained concisely.

"Hospital?" The agent stopped immediately, looked him up and down, raised his voice a few degrees, "Is it not contagious?"

"Trauma, it's not contagious." Yan Ge was a little helpless, and didn't want to speak more.

"In there." The agent pointed to a private room with the door half-closed, and winked at Yange, "Ms. Li was having dinner with a few investors inside, so you just went to get acquainted, maybe... "

"Brother." Yan Ge interrupted him, raised his hands, and reminded him helplessly, "I will eat and play with you, not sleep with you."

"You want to accompany me." The manager stared at him pretending to be disgusted, but changed his words very consciously, "You look familiar, at least I will think of you in the future."

"Okay, I know." Yan Ge nodded, as if he didn't listen perfunctorily.

Urged to go in by the manager, Yan Ge straightened his hair, straightened his wrinkled coat, and then raised his hand to push the door open.

The conversation in the private room came to an abrupt end, and the air-conditioning mixed with the smell of food and wine rushed in. Yan Ge caught sight of Li Ke who was sitting in the main seat, carefully bent over and slipped in through the crack of the door, bowed a few times inside bow.

"Teacher Li……"

His eyes swept over the other people on the table, Yan Ge suddenly stopped, his eyes dodged subconsciously, he looked down at the wine bottle in front of him, the rest of the greeting words stuck in his throat, he couldn't speak anymore, a bone-piercing chill ran down his spine Climbing up his back, Yan Ge's breathing became half disordered.

Shouldn't this person be with Ming Yuan? !

"Is it Yan Ge?"

Li Ke stood up with dignity and reached out to him.

Naturally, Yan Ge didn't dare to ignore his kindness, so he hurriedly stretched out his hands.

"Come on, let me introduce you to you."

Li Ke sat down with a smile, talked to the people around him, and pointed to the person standing in front of him, "Yan Ge, as I told you before, he is an actor with great potential..."

"Don't dare."

Yan Ge said a few polite words in a low voice, and quickly glanced at the man sitting on Li Ke's left, but found that the man's face did not change at all, but instead looked at Li Ke intently, listening carefully to his introduction of himself.

"Stop standing, sit down." Li Ke pointed to the chair in front of Yan Ge.

Yan Ge smiled gratefully, sat down lightly, and when he raised his head, he met the man's gaze.

"This is Director Chen. We are talking about the script of "The Lord Under the Gun." Li Ke briefly introduced Chen Weisheng, then turned to the right, "This is Jin Siyan, the young president of Ansheng Group."

When Yan Ge heard those three words, his heart beat violently, his palms were sweating coldly, and the alarm bells rang in his mind, thinking quickly how this person would answer Li Ke's words.

Does it mean "We have known each other for a long time", or "Yan Ge, who doesn't know Yan Ge", or a clichéd and bad street "Long time no see"?

Countless possibilities came to mind, and all the past experiences flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern. Yan Ge's thoughts were about to drift to Zimbabwe, and a hand stretched out to interrupt his fugue.

"Hello."

The familiar voice was as clear and pleasant as ever, polite and distant.

Yan Ge was slightly taken aback, and raised his head to meet Jin Siyan's eyes, hesitating for a while, and immediately reacted, stretched out his hand, and shook Jin Siyan's palm vaguely.

It's warm and dry, and my skin is fine. I think it's because I haven't suffered much in the past few years.

Yan Ge lowered his eyes, looking at the small scars on his fingers due to filming, and the wrists that could not be covered by the sleeves were also tanned to a close to wheat color, with a clear boundary with the fair skin on the arms, and the hands were slightly rough due to infrequent maintenance , I felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.

But fortunately, it seems that Jin Siyan did not recognize him, so strictly speaking, it is not considered a social death.

After briefly shaking hands, Jin Siyan sat back, took out a cigarette and lit it, and continued to talk about the script with Li Ke.

Apparently, Ansheng Group is the investor of "Under the Gun". This book has gathered almost all the big names in the industry, first-class screenwriters, first-class directors, and the funder is also one of the best investment companies in Qitang City. Yan Ge glanced at it like this, Seeing that there are several undecided actors listed on the draft contract in front of them, they are also drama bones.

Sitting in front of such a group of people, Yan Ge felt a little out of place.

"Yan Ge." Li Ke took a breath of his cigarette, leaned on the chair and looked at him.

"Hey. Tell me." Yan Ge raised his head quickly.

"I've seen your play, and it's pretty good. According to your strength, you shouldn't play tricks in the group."

What Li Ke was talking about was obviously "The End".

In fact, Yan Ge's role in it is not considered a walk-on, although the role is small, it still has a certain effect on the plot.

But it is true that in front of a screenwriter of this level, this kind of script is naturally not on the table.

Smiling indifferently, Yan Ge shrugged and did not answer.

He had heard this phrase countless times.Yan Ge didn't care about "You have such a high education, why do you still play a supporting role", and "I'm really sorry for you, if it wasn't for something like that happened at home, you would have become famous".

"He still has a master's degree in drama." Jin Siyan, who had been silent all this time, added.

Yan Ge looked up in astonishment, and saw Jin Siyan holding his mobile phone, showing Li Ke the encyclopedia he had just found.

Clenching his hands tightly, Yan Ge felt a faint pain in his heart - scared.

At that moment just now, he really thought that Jin Siyan thought of him.

"Oh, you have a master's degree in drama?" Li Ke glanced twice and asked with a smile, "Then why are you still playing supporting roles?"

The joking tone did not mean to be contemptuous, and Yan Ge is not someone who can't take jokes.

"Because this degree is useless." Yan Ge laughed at himself, "Now that you are an actor, you don't care about your degree."

Besides, it is not uncommon to have a master's degree in the film and television industry.

The very easy-going attitude naturally attracted teasing laughter from the other side. Li Ke stared at him for a while, exhaled smoke rings, coughed twice, snuffed out the cigarette butt, and sat upright formally.

"There is a role in "Under the Gun" that is still vacant, do you want to try it?"

"what?"

After a slight pause, Yan Ge was a little dazed. It took him a long time to realize what Li Ke was talking about, and he was flattered.

"Me?" Yan Ge wiped the cold sweat from his palms on his knees, "I have never acted in this type of film."

He had heard of Li Ke before, and he had even heard of Chen Weisheng, both of whom had important positions in the circle.

Li Ke's pen is sharp and satirical, and the script he wrote is full of dark humor and bad taste. "The Minister under the Gun" is a criminal investigation unit drama that focuses on the taste of the niche. Before this, Yan Ge was not enough to play tricks on this level of books. grid.

"It's really a trick." Jin Siyan stared at him for a while, his eyes moved between Li Ke and Yan Ge, and finally he couldn't help laughing, "As soon as I have a weird mental illness, I will appear in one unit, a few episodes just die."

"..." Yan Ge fell silent.

I have to admit that even though we haven't seen each other for so many years, and now we meet again as a "stranger", Jin Siyan's skillful words are not lost at all, and a few words can make him slip up.

"Oh..." Yan Ge nodded slowly, rubbing his hands together awkwardly, "Thank you Teacher Li for your appreciation."

"puff."

There was another burst of uncontrollable laughter.

Cold sweat came out from the corners of Yan Ge's forehead, his teeth were a little itchy, but his face remained calm and he didn't say anything.

"What are you laughing at?" Li Ke patted Jin Siyan's arm.

Jin Siyan didn't answer Li Ke's words, but instead stared at Yan Ge with a cigarette between his fingers, and then leaned on the chair, "Your manager told us just now that you are more restrained, so let us take care of you."

Yan Ge raised his head and looked at him inwardly, wondering what he meant.

"I don't think so." Jin Siyan nodded in disapproval, the corners of his mouth were slightly pressed, and he did not hide his sarcasm, "I don't think he is restrained."

"How to say?" Li Ke took a sip of his wine.

"He's not restrained at all, he's just bored."

Jin Siyan didn't hide anything, shrugged his shoulders, "I'm obviously very happy, but I still have to pretend like nothing happened."

Yan Ge's face was hot, and his thoughts were so straightforward that he couldn't get off the stage. He opened his mouth, but said nothing.

"You want to refute me?" Jin Siyan seemed to have seen a novelty, and asked back, "Are you unhappy?"

"..." Yan Ge didn't say a word, he just wanted him to stop here quickly, and don't tear down his platform again.

But Jin Siyan didn't mean to stop at all, but pointed to his hand instead.

"I'm not happy, what pants are you pinching?"