substitute actor

Yan Ge did have a good dream that night, so that when he woke up the next day, he was still in a trance.

Gritting his teeth and pinching a corner of the clean quilt, Yan Ge slowly opened it, and caught a glimpse of the wet and sticky piece on his loose pajama pants, and couldn't help cursing secretly.

Squatting in the toilet to wash the underwear, while drying it, I remembered the too absurd dream last night.

In the toilet cubicle, the creaking sound of the wooden boards was extremely ear-piercing, and someone would come in at any time, but this sense of insecurity further stimulated the excitement and sense of immorality in my heart.

The man's deep and hoarse voice rang in his ears, talking to him as if he was blowing, and asked him carefully and impatiently how he was feeling and if he was not feeling well.

Yan Ge didn't speak from the beginning to the end, and he didn't dare to look up at him, but he knew in his heart who that person was.

Suddenly his hand was hot, Yan Ge recovered from the pain, looked at the cup full of hot water, and hurriedly lifted the kettle.

The water on the table trickled down and fell to the floor, making a mess.

Yan Ge licked the burnt part of his hand, clicked his tongue, dropped the cup, didn't want to continue to drink water, tidied the floor hastily, grabbed a piece of clothing, and went out with the key.

Before leaving, Yan Ge took a quick look at the calendar on the table, lowered his eyes, and closed the door.

How long has it been since Jin Siyan left?

He can't remember.

It could be a week, or it could be ten days.

He couldn't remember clearly, and he didn't want to try to remember, because the more he thought about it, the longer it seemed.

When I arrived at the set, I still waited for the other actors to arrive and start the machine. Yan Ge had a good sense of time, and anyway, he had nothing to do. Every time he would go there early and silently read the script for a while, or just sit by and stare blankly without doing anything. .

Holding the script, looking at it one by one, but the words on it can't be read in his mind, Yan Ge always feels dry and can't sit still.

Distraughtly finished filming for a day, he took out his phone, the message bar was empty, no red dots appeared, Yan Ge clicked on Weibo while packing his things, refreshed for 3 minutes, and there was no new news.

Sighing slightly in his heart, Yan Ge picked up his things and was about to go out to go back to the hotel for a good sleep when he was stopped by someone.

"Brother Yan, are you free after work is over?" The person came to help him take the things diligently, with a smile on his face, "We plan to go to the bar to play, can you come if you are free?"

It was very early today, and the sunset was still in the sky. Yan Ge glanced at the people around him because he didn't understand, and the words of rejection were already brewing in his stomach.

"Oh, I still have..."

"She walks in beauty."

The boy suddenly said this, and showed him the map on the phone, ""She is in the United States". "

Yan Ge was slightly startled, quietly swallowed the words on his lips, and frowned hesitantly.

In that bar?

"Brother Yan, come along too." The boy smiled, hearty and straightforward, seeing Yan Ge's slightly hesitant face, he suddenly realized, "Oh, is Brother Yan worried about going home? We have a contact to send us Yes, it doesn't matter even if you drink too much, we will go back to the hotel together."

Yan Ge shook his head and said nothing.

He wasn't worried about this, not to mention that if he was really drinking at She, it would be more convenient to go back to his house than to the hotel, and he could just take a taxi to the set the next day.

It's just that he's really tired today.

And I don't like places with many people. In such a cheerful environment, the feeling of "I am redundant" will be more obvious.

It's better not to go.

but……

"Okay." Yan Ge nodded with a smile, hiding his tired eyes.

But he missed Jin Siyan so much, and wanted to go to his bar for a while.

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Nightlife has never been Yan Ge's cup of tea.

He is more adapted to an orderly, rational, boring but stable life.

During the period when he was popular, he was almost too busy to touch the ground, and he had no skills at all. In that situation, Yan Ge basically had no private time of his own. Not accepted.

At that time, Yan Ge was concentrating on acting, and he was also a little angry. He vaguely knew what they wanted to do, but he had no time to take care of it, and he didn't bother to join forces.

And now, I just don't want to.

I no longer like tacky and bright things, no longer like the days of luxury, no longer like life full of passion.

Don't like it anymore, and can't like it anymore.Those are for young people, for young people who are full of infinite possibilities in the future. They are full of vigor, vitality, freshness and enthusiasm, and they can become anyone they want to become.

Yan Ge is long gone.

His life burned out early, fell to ashes, and then took a sharp turn, blown away by the wind.

He failed to become the person he once most wanted to be, and he never will be.

But it's okay, because at least, he is no longer attached.

What kind of life is not living, right?As long as we can still make ends meet, no amount of enjoyment is a luxury.

Following those people into the bar, Yan Ge never said a word, just sat quietly in the corner, holding a glass of non-alcoholic drink, drinking silently by himself.

The most middle position of the sofa has long been occupied by the courtesans who came early. They are like the eye of a typhoon, no matter where they are, they can attract many eyes.

Colleagues were chatting and laughing, drinking and punching, and it was very lively. Yan Ge was like a marginal person, wandering around the periphery of laughter and laughter, not approaching or participating.

Sitting in the corner of the sofa with his head propped up, Yan Ge relaxed. It was rare for him to watch them play games with ease. Occasionally, Yan Ge couldn't help laughing when it came to the match point.

After drinking a glass of drink, he wanted to go to the toilet after a while. Yan Ge looked around and found that everyone was having fun, and probably didn't intend to leave for the time being, so he got up quietly and walked to the bathroom at the back.

Sitting at the bar is the boss, a beautiful woman with a variety of styles. Unfortunately, Yan Ge has forgotten her name. I am really sorry.

She also helped herself remove makeup, Yan Ge was very grateful.

But forgot her name.

While washing his hands with his head down, Yan Ge squeezed some hand sanitizer and rubbed his hands full of bubbles. The fragrance of oranges instantly filled his nostrils. Looking at the foam on his hands, Yan Ge suddenly had a thought.

The thumb and forefinger are placed together in a circle, and a layer of crystal film is pulled out in the middle. With a light blow, a huge bubble can be blown out.

Hold it in your hand, the Q bomb is lubricated, and the small foam inside is still spinning, like snowflakes all over the sky.

After a while, it broke with a "pop".

Yan Ge was not annoyed, he rubbed his hands together, and blew out another one, having a great time playing.

"Is it fun?" A voice suddenly came from behind.

With a helpless smile and a familiar voice, Yan Ge suddenly froze on the spot, holding the white foam in his hands, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.

Turning his head slowly, his eyes opened slightly when he saw the person leaning against the door, his lips were half-opened, a little surprised.

"Jin... Siyan?"