substitute actor

I told my manager about being stalked recently, and after waiting for a long time, I received an extremely perfunctory "I will pay attention to it." Yan Ge stared at the phone screen in a daze, and typed a line: Will you really pay attention? ?After hesitating for a while, I deleted it and typed "thank you".

Probably because the contract expired soon, and the agent didn't care much about him. When he walked in the corridor of Coty Building several times, Yan Ge heard whispers, and when he looked up, he was full of prying eyes from others.

Yan Ge could guess the content of the chat, it was probably something inexplicable like "I thought Jin Shaoduo liked him, but no one wants him now".

Yan Ge didn't care, he had heard more vicious things before, but he still felt a little guilty when he heard others talk about Jin Siyan wantonly.

Of course those people didn't dare to talk too much about Jin Siyan, but after a while, they could only pick up soft persimmons and looked at Yan Ge with disdain and pity, as if they were tired of playing with old toys left over.

Glancing lightly at the people crowded in the tea room who were sarcastically saying something to him, watching those people stop talking when they saw him, pretending nothing happened, Yan Ge snorted coldly in his heart, and finished the answer in silence. Water, back to the lounge.

The assistant sent a message saying that the luggage was probably packed, and asked him if he had anything to add.

The last shoot was in the city next door, and it took nearly four or ten minutes to drive. His agent asked him to go there by himself, and then meet with the photographer and the brand when he got there.

Yan Ge accepted the arrangement frankly.

The agent is training new recruits recently, so of course he won't focus on him, and if he can spare time to draw a schedule for him, it is already very conscientious.

Looking at the picture sent by the assistant, Yan Ge rubbed the center of his brows, 【No need to add anything, this will be fine. 】

After a while, the little assistant replied in seconds: [Mmmm]

The assistant arranged by the company for Yan Ge is very young, and it seems that he has just entered the industry. Although he is relatively stupid in doing things, he is diligent and willing to endure hardships. In addition, his artist is not very popular, and he is also the kind who is bullied in the company. , Even life with an assistant is not easy.

With a low salary, besides dealing with Yan Ge's daily life, he also needs to run errands for other people in the company. He is said to be Yan Ge's assistant, but in fact, other artists and even artist assistants can easily call him, and Yan Ge didn't ask him to do much. Hard work, the two of them get along happily.

The assistant agreed to his words, paused for a while, and then asked, [Brother Yan, we are going to shoot this time, do you know which brand is it? 】

Yan Ge glanced at the phone screen, frowning a little suspiciously.Usually the assistant doesn't ask so many questions, why am I curious about this today.

After a hasty answer, Yan Ge didn't care.

The advertisement this time is no different from the previous ones. It’s a small brand, and Party A is not that picky, so he probably didn’t choose much and let him come.

Yan Ge had never heard of this brand before, but now there is nothing to choose.

The assistant displayed "the other party is typing" for nearly a minute. Yan Ge waited curiously for a while, wanting to see what he wanted to say. After waiting for a long time, the assistant said slowly "Oh, good night" .

Frowning strangely, Yan Ge didn't understand why he was so strange today, but he could only say good night.

On the way to the next city, the assistant kept driving without saying a word, with a solemn expression on his face. At first, Yan Ge thought he was tired, so he proposed to drive by himself, and asked the assistant to rest in the back seat for a while.

The assistant just glanced at him hesitantly, and shook his head silently, as if he didn't agree.

Yan Ge didn't get to the bottom of his anomaly at first, but he was still puzzled. It wasn't until he arrived at the shooting location that he felt something was wrong.

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It was ten o'clock in the morning when we arrived in the neighboring city, and the shooting was about two o'clock in the afternoon. After checking into the hotel, Yan Ge hurried to the agreed place, wanting to make some preparations first.

The building was a little deserted in the morning. Even at ten o'clock, there were not many people walking around. Following the address given by the manager, he went all the way to the sixth floor and got out of the elevator. Yan Ge had his hair cut in front of the fire hydrant and was about to go there. Guang suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure standing in the opposite corridor.

After a pause, Yan Ge turned back and stared at the man leaning against the railing, smoking a cigarette and making a phone call.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly realized that the man seemed to be Jin Siyan's brother.

What's the name, it's called Jin Si... no, it's called Jin...

Before he could remember, a voice sounded leisurely.

"Yange."

After recovering slowly, he saw the man at the door of the fire escape looking at him at a glance.

After being called out, Yan Ge couldn't dodge. He twitched his fingertips and walked up boldly. He nodded lightly and said hello, "Mr. Jin."

Jin Zhi'an glanced at him, his eyelashes drooping slightly, showing no emotion, with a meaningful smile in the corner of his mouth, he breathed out smoke rings lightly, "I'm afraid you just remember your last name?"

Yan Ge didn't speak, because Jin Zhian was right.He was silent for a while, swallowed, and asked hesitantly, "Is Mr. Jin on a business trip?"

The man didn't answer his words right away, he finished his cigarette quietly, wiped out the cigarette butt on the trash can beside him, cleaned his cuffs slowly, and turned his head, "Jin Siyan didn't come, if you want to know about this."

Yan Ge paused, his expression hard to hide his embarrassment.

Scratching the skin on his cheek uncomfortably, Yan Ge sniffed, "I still have something to do, first..."

"Your contract is about to expire?" Jin Zhi'an interrupted him and asked.

"Ah... yes." Yan Ge nodded frankly.

Jin Zhi'an stopped talking, turned his head, looked at the Magnolia under the building, his bony hands rested leisurely on the railing, knocking irregularly.After about half a minute, he slowly opened his lips, "Jin Siyan can't make the decision."

An inexplicable sentence, Yan Ge did not understand.

Jin Zhian gave him a squinting look, then moved his heel, "Who An Sheng wants to sign, he doesn't count."

After the words fell, Yan Ge's face gradually changed. He raised his eyes and stared at the man in front of him with a little vigilance, trying to see something from his face.

Jin Zhi'an was very relaxed, he met his gaze indifferently, without concealing his arrogance, which made Yan Ge feel numb.

He probably knew what was going on in Jin Siyan's family, and knew that he was not as favored as his elder brother, but it was the first time in Jin Zhian's words that he heard contempt and contempt for his younger brother, and even implied that "Jin Siyan wanted to help You, you have to come and beg me." Yan Ge's heart ached.

He suddenly began to understand why Jin Siyan didn't like his brother anymore.

·

It is very common to shoot winter clothes advertisements in summer, but this is the first time for Yan Ge to shoot summer clothes in winter.

In the dressing room, after staring at the short sleeves on the hanger for a long time, Yan Ge took off his clothes against the cold and changed into the clothes provided by the brand.

Both the photographer and Party A were outside, and Yan Ge didn't have the nerve to make them wait any longer. After changing, he shuddered and walked out.

The studio didn't turn on the heater, it was several degrees colder than outside, and Yan Ge could even hear his own teeth chattering.

Remembering that before Jin Siyan asked him if he had a model card, so that he could get some clothing advertisements for him, Yan Ge said no, he had never accepted such a thing.

Thinking about it now, when I was young, I was really arrogant. I didn't like the clothes I kept changing, and I didn't like him pointing in front of a group of people. Teach him how to manage his expressions and how to coordinate his body.

Being a model is not that easy either, Yan Ge sighed inwardly.

"Xiaoyan, is it cold?"

Suddenly there was a low sigh that seemed to be there, and it passed by the ear with breath, Yan Ge subconsciously frowned, and avoided to the side in repulsion.

The man standing behind him was about 40 years old, and he cleaned up neatly. Although there were no obvious signs of aging, his whole body was full of tough and awe-inspiring spirit.

Yan Ge recognized that he was the boss of the advertising brand this time, and stopped his dodging movements for a while, glanced at the man's overly close posture, and shook his head restrainedly, "It's okay."

"I'm really sorry, the heater in the shed broke down yesterday, I've wronged you." The man smiled and sincerely apologized to him, but his tone seemed particularly ambiguous.

Unaccustomed to being talked by people so close, Yan Ge suddenly felt disgusted, did not speak, could only laugh dryly, shook his head, and hurried to the photographer's side.

The clothes this time are sports-related, so they need to highlight the sense of movement when shooting, and the range of motion will be larger, highlighting the power and beauty of the brand.

This is undoubtedly a kind of embarrassment for Yan Ge.

In the cold room, without heating, and wearing short-sleeves in several degrees of weather, there is no way for people to stretch out, let alone coordinate their expressions and body.

The photographer in padded clothes stopped him several times, reminding him not to look too stiff. Later, he became a little impatient, and Yan Ge couldn't say anything, so he could only stop again and again.

"Let's take a break first." The director clapped his hands, went to watch the photographer's film, and waved his hands to ask the staff to pour some hot water for Yan Ge.

Sitting on the sofa, the assistant diligently hugged a blanket and put it on him, poured water back and forth for him, and stuffed a few warm babies into his arms.

"Bullying people." The assistant lowered his head and sat beside him, covering him with a blanket.

It was the first time I heard this person say such words, Yan Ge couldn't help laughing, and sniffed, "Why?"

"Shooting summer clothes without heating." The assistant pursed his lips, his face full of grievances, "It's intentional to keep doing it all over again."

"Hush." ​​Yan Ge stopped at the right time, "Stop talking."

It is normal for young people to be irritable, and it is even more common to have resentment towards work, but Yan Ge has fully experienced the truth of saying too much, and he does not want to fall twice in the same place.

After sitting for a while, the assistant was called by the director to run errands.

After drinking saliva, his body felt a little warmer. He raised his head and saw that the whole room was full of people wearing thick clothes. Yan Ge couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Sighing, he planned to take out his phone and complain to Jin Siyan, but before it was unlocked, there was someone next to him.

"Xiaoyan, you've worked hard, drink some water."

The man handed him a cup of hot tea, but Yan Ge took it without drinking.

"It's really irresponsible to tell us that it can't be repaired." The man cursed a few times, a little hypocritical.

Yan Ge smiled and said nothing, and kept silent.

He always felt that this man was not normal.

Holding his own water glass, Yan Ge wrapped himself in a blanket, just wanting to stay warmer before the next shoot, and didn't have the time to deal with the man's hypocrisy.

"But you young people, you are in good health, it should be fine if you freeze for a while." The man chuckled, his tone a bit subtly vulgar.

Sensing the hint in his words, Yan Ge frowned slightly, but before he could react, his arm suddenly became hot, a hand came in from outside his blanket, and slowly touched his arm.

A man pretended to be surprised, "Xiaoyan, why are your hands so cold?"

"What are you doing..." Yan Ge immediately stood up from the sofa and looked at the man sitting beside him in astonishment.

The man stopped talking, just looked at him with a smile, and didn't do anything. He picked up the water glass and drank lightly, as if nothing happened just now.

Touching the place where the man just touched, Yan Ge suddenly realized that from the very beginning, this man has been touching him all the time, and even deliberately said some strange words, sticking to his body and blowing on his ears of.

Feeling chills in his heart, Yan Ge pursed his lips, and when he heard the director shouting behind him, he hurriedly threw down the blanket and went to the cameraman trembling.