Perfect Two

For more than half an hour, I didn't say anything about what to do, and then I was going to go back home.Feng Yi pondered and weighed it up, asked Cheng Xirong to wait for him for a few minutes, then turned back and entered the Nine Borrows.

The media people are not easy to deal with, he has to appease those few people.Cheng Xirong stood up, leaned against the entrance of Jiuzhan, and looked in the direction of the booth from a distance.Feng Yi gave them a card from the bar, and probably said something like "have fun".

No matter what time it is, Feng Yi always has this style.He always wanted to be a good person, but he was always a little short of it.How many people in the circle bought his account?This is really hard to say.Cheng Xirong once heard that someone was discussing Feng Yi behind his back, and there was not much respect and admiration in the words.

He didn't make it clear, and didn't embarrass Feng Yi.He just fights for Feng Yi when he has the resources. When Feng Yi does publicity, he works harder than anyone else.

Just as he was thinking, someone approached behind him, and his sixth sense forced Cheng Xirong to take a few steps inside.The road had already moved out of the way, but the people behind him still chased after him.Cheng Xirong turned his head and met Fu Zhou's raised hand.

Cheng Xirong shrank for a moment, and realized later that Fu Zhou just wanted to pat himself on the shoulder.

"How did you find this?"

Fu Zhou shook the phone, but said nothing.

Cheng Xirong was taken aback: "Did you pretend to be me?"

"How is it possible... Moments saw that someone from Jingma Entertainment posted Zhang Jiuzhan's picture, and she replied to others in the comments, saying that she was with Feng Yi. What did the reporters ask you for?"

Cheng Xirong replied honestly: "I haven't met them yet. Who's here? Wang Jingxian?"

"you recognize?"

In Whale Horse Entertainment, the person in charge of the line between herself and Feng Yi is Wang Jingxian.Xingchen and Jingma cooperate the most, and Cheng Xirong and Wang Jingxian also meet frequently.After a long time, with more contacts, people will get to know each other well.

Wang Jingxian has a daughter who is in elementary school, and she loves to watch Cheng Xirong's variety shows.Occasionally, the little girl would secretly use her mother's mobile phone to send Cheng Xirong voice messages on WeChat. Cheng Xirong thought it was funny and would reply to her.Afterwards, Wang Jingxian found out about the record and always called to apologize.After coming and going, the atmosphere of work and communication was diluted a bit, and Cheng Xirong and his family had more personal communication factors.

On the contrary, Fu Zhou, a person who hangs out with college students every day, how could he have Wang Jingxian's WeChat?

Whether it's big or not, Wang Jingxian can be regarded as the middle and high level of Jingma Entertainment.Those artists outside the third tier, who want to make an appointment with her for an interview, have to do activities a few months in advance, and they may not be able to make an appointment.As for Fu Zhou... Cheng Xirong always thought that Fu Zhou was a young boy who had just stepped out of school. He had just started his life and career, and he didn't have much accumulation.He and Wang Jingxian are not at the same level at all.

Cheng Xirong looked at Fu Zhou suspiciously: "Of course I know. But how do you know her?"

Fu Zhou didn't have time to answer, his gaze moved farther and farther behind.Cheng Xirong turned his head and saw Feng Yi was already coming this way.Cheng Xirong turned slightly, covered his mouth and said in a low voice, "If you are familiar with Wang Jing, make an appointment for an interview. The sooner the better."

While speaking, Feng Yi had already arrived, his eyes fell on Fu Zhou unkindly, he pursed his lips and did not speak.

Fu Zhou raised his chin, put Cheng Xirong's shoulders on his shoulders, and turned around expressionlessly.Although he still had a cold and paralyzed face, the provocative meaning in his eyes was too strong.Cheng Xirong was speechless for a while, kicked his calf, and took his arm away.

Feng Yi suppressed his displeasure, ignored Fu Zhou, and asked Cheng Xirong, "Do you want to go back?"

Cheng Xirong pointedly looked at the booth in the distance, and then asked after looking away, "What are you looking for me today?"

Feng Yi pinched the bridge of his nose: "Several big media are staring at you. They want to do your news. I originally wanted to build a bridge for you and meet new friends. Are you sure you want to leave now?"

Sure enough, it was this matter.Xia Lanlan mentioned it once before, so when Feng Yi said that he wanted to meet some media people, Cheng Xirong would only go to the appointment.Speaking of which... Cheng Xirong turned to look at Fu Zhou.Fu Zhou looked puzzled, looking back, his eyes were full of questions.

If I remember correctly, Xia Lanlan asked herself to keep a distance from Fu Zhou after she finished talking about the media reporter.That attitude seemed to be afraid that he would involve Fu Zhou in the news and cause inconvenience to him.Can't Fu Zhou see the light?

how come?Fu Zhou himself added Wang Jingxian's WeChat account.This kind of relationship is already very close, more familiar than mutual fans on Weibo.He himself didn't seem to care at all, knowing that there were reporters here, he ran over specially.If there is a problem, will he not pay attention to it?

And put on such a silly face.

Cheng Xirong was helpless.Forget it, that Xia Lanlan's ambiguous words may not necessarily have anything to do with Fu Zhou.The other person is already here, even if there is really something inside, there is nothing he can do about it.

It was Feng Yi who had to deal with it now.

Cheng Xirong looked up, paused, and then asked Feng Yi: "Are you so kind?"

Feng Yi finally pinched the bridge of his nose and put down his hand: "I have no ill intentions towards you. You are someone Cheng Xirong cares about very much. Now that he is gone, of course I will continue to do what he did before. go down."

"For example, kidnap me?"

Feng Yi raised his hand again to signal that he was unwilling to bring up the topic: "That's just a measure. You see, I didn't do anything to you, did I?"

"A measure of what?"

Feng Yi took a deep breath, and abruptly changed the topic: "Do you want to meet those media people?"

Before Cheng Xirong could respond, Fu Zhou refused: "No need. You should know that he has a bad heart. It's late at night and he needs to rest."

Feng Yi's face became even more ugly, and he confronted Fu Zhou: "This is between me and him, there is no room for you to intervene."

Fu Zhou: "The matter between Cheng Xirong and Pan Nanxing, do you have room to speak? You must have forgotten, Cheng Xirong's will did not mention you at all."

One sentence ignited the false fire in Feng Yi's heart.Feng Yi was on the verge of going berserk, and he looked like he was going to make a big fuss here soon.

Fu Zhou added: "As for why your name is not there, you are the one who knows best."

After speaking, he pulled Cheng Xirong to turn around.As soon as he took a step, he stopped again, turned back and said to Feng Yi: "It's convenient for the media, so you don't need to meddle in your own business. We don't lack topics. On the contrary, if you want to catch the heat, you can do it."

Feng Yi's last bit of patience was broken, and the veins on his neck burst, and he wanted to rush forward.An elderly man came from behind and pressed his shoulders.Feng Yi didn't move away, and looked back anxiously. After being splashed with cold water, he calmed down instantly.

"Uncle Tian, ​​that, I have a sense of proportion, I won't make trouble."

Uncle Tian looked in the direction of the exit: "Who is that person? The tall one."

63

Now everyone is staring at the student who is suspected to be the illegitimate son of Cheng Xirong, and no one has yet to look at the man beside him.Even Feng Yi, who was beaten by that person, when he saw him again, took a look at him, and then automatically classified him as the background board.

The boy who doesn't know where he came from, thought he had something to do with Cheng Xirong, so he went crazy.There are too many people like this, and they can be encountered almost every day in the vain and prosperous entertainment industry.Don't worry about it at all, just give it time to deal with it.

Uncle Tian was the first to ask him.It was none other than Uncle Tian, ​​which surprised Feng Yi very much.

"You mean the one who just left?"

Uncle Tian broke away from the state of mumbling to himself, and looked back at Feng Yi: "Oh, yes. Those two are your friends?"

Feng Yi nodded, but still had some doubts in his heart.

Uncle Tian put his shoulders on his shoulders, turned around and walked in: "That kid who is talking about on the Internet now? He is very beautiful. Unlike Cheng Xirong, he is too weak."

Feng Yi then laughed: "Cheng Xirong's child must have rolled in the mud and climbed trees to steal fruit. How can I not know if he has grown outside? It's just nonsense on the Internet. I want to find a lawyer to register his name. "

Uncle Tian squinted at him: "You don't believe those words, so why did you tie up the child?"

Feng Yi rubbed his hands in embarrassment, and stood there refusing to leave, with a look of embarrassment on his face: "You know all about it? ——That's right, what can you hide from you in the circle?"

"I'm already an outsider, that is, I can hear a few words." Uncle Tian slid two bottles of beer from a waiter before continuing, "What on earth did you tie him up for?" ?”

"Uncle Tian...you are not such a persuasive person."

"That depends on what's going on. Everyone is staring at this kid, trying to get something out of him. Can Cheng Xirong feel at ease? Even if it's not his child, even if it's a poor student, just let others bully him." Is it? You are the most nonsense, and you dare to do things like kidnapping."

Feng Yi lowered his chin with his fist and coughed lightly: "Actually, I didn't do anything. Uncle Tian, ​​let me tell you the truth, I was a little dazed in those few days, and I was not sober. I was confused. I think he is Cheng Who is Xirong? His lover?"

Uncle Tian opened the beer, took a sip, and ignored him.

Feng Yi had no choice but to continue: "In fact, I just watched it for a few days. Cheng Xirong is famous for liking ankles, and many people know that. The first time I saw that child, I drank too much. In that state, you also I know, people have added filters. I think his ankles are so beautiful, maybe they were raised by Cheng Xirong outside. He is very familiar with our family, and he can’t be found out once or twice.”

"It's over?" Uncle Tian glanced at him lightly, "I don't care what you think. When Cheng Xirong was here, he talked sweetly to make me happy. He respects me, and I treat him as my son. He left, he stayed Baby, I'll take care of you."

Feng Yi was dazed, and licked his lower lip for a long time: "I understand. Those reporters—"

"Since you're here, let's have fun. Go down to the bar and get a bottle of Remy Martin. I'll give it to you."

Feng Yi hurriedly waved his hands: "Don't dare, I left the card for them."

Uncle Tian directly stopped a waiter and asked him to get the wine, and then turned to Feng Yi and said, "Money is second only to making them happy. You know what to do."

Feng Yi felt uncomfortable, and couldn't express his expression, so he complied.

Uncle Tian exhaled slowly: "How long has Cheng Xirong been gone?"

"It's been half a month."

"He was a ghost when he was a child, and he always came here to make troubles. When a part-time waiter came, he would go up and flirt, and he would not be responsible if he flirted. Later, when he met you, he immediately kept his own place and never messed around again." Uncle Tian Patted Feng Yi on the shoulder, "If you doubt him, his fast all these years will be in vain."

Feng Yi lowered his head, and said in a muffled voice, "It's because I thought too much, I won't do it in the future."

Uncle Tian sighed, turned and left.Feng Yi squeezed the can of beer, looked at Jiuzhan's exit, and tightened his fingers bit by bit.

Outside, Cheng Xirong leaned on a street lamp, pressed his chest and asked Fu Zhou, "Where's your car?"

"I was afraid of drinking, so I didn't drive. I called the express car."

Cheng Xirong sat down and leaned against the street lamp to rest.After tossing around midnight, he was really tired.It was also fortunate that Fu Zhou had found him, otherwise he might not have been able to cope with Feng Yi.For things like kidnapping, the first time does not necessarily mean the second time.But there may be other means.

Fu Zhou followed him and sat next to him: "You said you didn't see the reporter? Then what have you been doing for a long time?"

to be observed.

Cheng Xirong asked Fu Zhou, if it was him himself, what was the purpose of doing this.Fu Zhou thought for a while: "It can only depend on your reaction in the bar."

"For example, do I have any acquaintances in this bar, how much do I know about this place?"

Fu Zhou let out a muffled "Mm", the car had already arrived at the door, he opened the door to let Cheng Xirong in.It was silent on the way back.The driver was a man in his 40s, and he looked at the two of them with a transitional color, obviously avoiding them.

It also happens that quietness helps to think.Cheng Xirong pondered Feng Yi's inconsistent attitude and guessed the thoughts behind his every action.If you think about it, it's not hard to understand.Feng Yi observes himself, the scene has been limited to the nine scenes, and he just wants to see his attitude in the nine scenes.

If you are familiar with it, what does it represent?Have you ever been brought here by "Cheng Xirong"?

If you are not familiar with it, what can you explain? ...This doesn't seem to indicate any problem, does it?

Can't figure out this question, just to be on the safe side, Cheng Xirong just pretended that it was his first time to go to Nine Borrows.This is the most reasonable. Pan Nanxing's memory has nothing related to Jiujuan, and his mobile phone will not automatically connect to WiFi, and he doesn't know Jiujuan's wine list.

Cheng Xirong rubbed his forehead, suddenly thought of the people around him, and asked Fu Zhou: "You haven't said, how do you know Wang Jingxian?"

Fu Zhou: "Last year she had an interview, and the cameraman said she was late when something happened. I went to save the scene."

Cheng Xirong was even more surprised: "Not everyone can save Wang Jingxian's situation."

"I was the one who made the promotional video for the Third Academy before. The vice president of the Third Academy is her husband."

The problem is, it's not so easy to get a job opportunity like the promotional film of the Third Academy, right?Generally, films of this nature are supervised by TV stations, and rarely contracted by individuals.If it is really a newcomer who has just entered the society and has no qualifications and accumulation, how can it be possible to go so smoothly?

Fu Zhou's expression was troubled, and his eyes were a little evasive, showing unnaturalness: "What kind of eyes are you?"

"A look of distrust."

64

Living in this world, people have to have some secrets, and try their best to hide them so that no one else can touch them.Cheng Xirong has it himself, so he can't ask others to be transparent.

He has no right to ask Fu Zhou to tell him about the past.

But when Cheng Xirong woke up from the nightmare again, he clutched his forehead in sleepiness, feeling some resentment.The man beside him was still sleeping, his long hair was messed up, and his sleepy face looked innocent and harmless.

Cheng Xirong lifted a handful of hair from the back of his head, and saw the tattoo on his neck, which was a black steering wheel.His Weibo profile picture is also this pattern.

It is rare to see someone put a tattoo in this place. Normally, the position should be lower.Moreover, the neck is a sensitive area. If you want to get a tattoo here, the pain must be much more serious than the back.

Cheng Xirong leaned over to take a closer look.Fu Zhou turned around suddenly, put his arm on Cheng Xirong's wrist, even pulled his hair, and woke up immediately.

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Fu Zhou narrowed his eyes: "What? What's wrong?"

Cheng Xirong said solemnly, "I feel tight in my chest, go get me a glass of water."

Fu Zhou slumped on the bed and took a long breath, struggled to sit up and scratched his hair: "I'd better buy you a mattress...can I put it in the living room?"

Cheng Xirong pushed him: "Go get me some water first."

The day has reached the darkest time, the dawn is coming.Fu Zhou went to take a shower, got into the screening room and never came back.Cheng Xirong took a sip of water, leaned on the bedside to log on to Weibo, and sent Xia Lanlan a private message.

"What was Fu Zhou's name before?"

No response, presumably still sleeping.Cheng Xirong looked at the content on the front page for a while, and there was a "Our" promotion.Cheng Xirong quit Weibo and sent Xie Zhiying a WeChat message.

The next day Fu Zhou sent Cheng Xirong to the hospital, and when he arrived, he didn't leave in a hurry, leaning against the wall and watching lazily with his legs crossed.After a few days of running in, the degree of fit between the few classmates became higher and higher, and the shooting went smoothly.

During the break, Su Minglin took Fu Zhou to watch the director's monitor together, looking expectantly waiting for the compliment.Cheng Xirong sat resting on the hospital bed, holding a cup of iced tea in his hand, looking down at his phone.

Xie Zhiying replied to the message with the same attitude as before, somewhere between polite and formulaic.But this is just right, and it makes people worry about doing things.Cheng Xirong followed his polite manner and continued to reply. He happened to be there and chatted for a few words.

Weibo has been quiet.Xia Lalan hasn't updated Weibo for many days, it seems to have disappeared.Cheng Xirong thought for a while, and then left her a message: "We have time to meet."

Cheng Zi leaned over and bumped into Cheng Xirong's shoulder: "What are you looking at! So focused!"

Cheng Xirong put away the phone calmly and looked up.

The orange thief laughed, lowered his voice, and discussed with Cheng Xirong: "Will Feng Yi come to visit your class?"

Cheng Xirong pointed to the surroundings: "Visiting the class?"

Cheng Zi was discouraged at once: "Oh... I'm embarrassed to invite him to visit the set. Our show must win an award! I heard that Feng Yi also sponsored Cheng Xirong's newcomer award. If he wins an award, say It might be Feng Yi presenting the award."

Nana smiled at the side: "Looking in the eyes of the male god, receiving an award from him, all eyes are on, and the spotlight shines on you. This is almost like getting married!"

Cheng Zi clapped his hands: "Rounding up is a wedding!"

Cheng Xirong leaned on the pillow and suddenly asked, "Why do you like Feng Yi so much?"

Chengzi counted without hesitation: "He is so good-looking! And he is so gentle and considerate. I must be very favored when I am with him... Ah, my man's heart was broken into a princess's heart by him. Who doesn't want to be a little princess?" ah!?"

Cheng Xirong was stunned. He didn't expect that among Feng Yi's fans, there were still people with this mentality: "But he doesn't like women."

Cheng Zi froze in place and wailed for a long time: "Can you not tell the truth!? There is still hope! Maybe I can straighten him?"

Nana: "First of all, you have to talk to him."

The two girls discussed it, and when the filming resumed, Lou didn't know where he was going.Cheng Xirong stood up and adjusted his clothes, just as Fu Zhou was bored and was about to leave.Cheng Xirong stopped Fu Zhou and asked about Wang Jingxian.Fu Zhou complied and said that it would be done as soon as possible.

Cheng Xirong asked again: "Do you know the teacher at the school?"

Fu Zhou thought for a while: "I have someone I know well. What department?"

"Go and inquire about the newcomer award and see who is in charge." Seeing that Fu Zhou was puzzled, Cheng Xirong said again, "I planned to do this before the will, and the manager also contacted it, but I didn't have time at that time. Now you can get started right away.”

"Then?"

"See if Xingchen has interfered."

Fu Zhou understands, so let's inquire about it first.

In the afternoon, the focus of shooting was on Orange.Cheng Xirong has a show with the heroine Cheng Zi in the afternoon, and two more in the evening.They all left the country in the image of the second bed, and after the filming, the role of the boy in the second bed was over.

Cheng Xirong glanced at the script again, found the part to be filmed next, and matched Cheng Zi's lines.

At the beginning, Su Minglin filmed completely according to the timeline of the literary script.In the end, I only tried it for one day, and several people had to keep changing their outfits and changing their makeup. The shooting time was completely out of proportion to the waiting time.

Su Minglin thought about it for a while, and tried for another day. After a few young actors got into the mood and could grasp the core of the characters, they changed to another method and shot them according to the characters.In this way, the upfront cost can be compressed, and the rental cost of machines and venues can be saved.

It’s just that the timeline and the main plot line of shooting in this way will be messy, and it will be difficult to edit later, which is very challenging.Su Minglin looked full of information and was very excited to face the challenge of himself.Cheng Xirong could tell that he was so confident because Fu Zhou was behind him.

Su Minglin trusted Fu Zhou very much, even to the point of adoration.

Cheng Xirong has never read Fu Zhou's works, so he doesn't know his style and skills.In my impression, there are only "No Pearl" and "Spirit Detective" related to Fu Zhou, but in these two plays, he appeared as a screenwriter.As a director or cameraman, what works does he have?

Su Minglin called him: "Xiao Pan? Is there a problem with the lines?"

Cheng Xirong regained consciousness, put the script aside, and lay down on the second bed.Su Minglin directed his junior to turn on the light, looked at the screen on the monitor, and called out to start.

This scene is the last time that No. [-] bed encourages the heroine Ah Xing to try to manage her daily life by herself.At this time, Ah Xing's mentality has improved a lot. Although he still can't accept the fact that he has become a disabled person, he passively started rehabilitation exercises.

Negativity is hard to erase, but Ah Xing has begun to show signs of improvement, such as showing a little curiosity when he heard the noise outside the ward building.The second bed let her go to the window to see.

"You can try it. No one is here now, no one is interfering with you. It is the best time to test your recent rehabilitation results. You can do it by yourself."

65

The boy in the second bed has always been a gloomy and weird guy, with ups and downs of mood, he can go three days without speaking when he is silent, and he will bite his tongue when he gets angry.Only when facing the heroine Ah Xing, he talked more and was more patient than usual.

Ah Xing's current improvement is partly due to the care and stimulation of the male lead doctor.A large part of the reason is that the second bed kept encouraging her, praising her, and... envious of her.

Bed No. [-] expresses his envy without any concealment, envying that Ah Xing still has half of his body moving, which is better than him being completely unconscious from the neck down.She envied Ah Xing's strong arms that could support her body.Unlike him, there are only two fingers left in the whole body to make subtle movements.

When he said that Ah Xing could go to the window by himself, he still showed envy on his face and looked forward to it in his heart.

"If I had two hands to move, I would definitely do it."

Ah Xing is still at an age where blood is easy to catch, so he gritted his teeth and really had to give it a try.The process was very hard, and Ah Xing was so tired that she was drenched in sweat, but she really did it.Sitting in her wheelchair, she lit up as she looked out the window.

She showed a long-lost smile, her eyes sparkling, and excitedly turned to the second bed and said, "Someone is proposing! It's a woman proposing! The man is still wearing a tube! But they look so happy!"

Bed No. [-] had a sour expression: "Is that so..."

Ah Xing told Bed No. [-] what she saw, without even missing the details.The second bed was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "Can you come to me."

They are in the same ward, but always keep that distance.The physical constraints were so great that it was impossible for them to be close to each other without the help of nurses.However, every nurse has their own patients, and they are too busy to help them get close to each other.

Ah Xing didn't know why, so he maneuvered the wheelchair to the gap between the second bed and the first bed: "Do you need to take something?"

Bed No. [-] lay on the bed and watched her, and said after a long time: "Can you help me... get out of here."

"Crack!" Su Minglin yelled, "Very good! Pass one! Add chicken legs to you two tonight!"

Cheng Zi immediately jumped up from the wheelchair and went to touch up her makeup happily: "Can I ask for fried chicken? I like Xiangmaozhai's chicken skin!"

"Xiangmao Zhai is too expensive! You apply to the boss yourself."

While arranging her hair, Cheng Zi looked back at Cheng Xirong: "Little Boss, how about eating Xiangmao Zhai tonight?"

Cheng Xirong's eyes slowly converged, the previous gloom was swept away, and he was separated from the emotions in the play.He sat up, looking at Cheng Zi's flamboyant and bright face, marveling in his heart.

He has always entered and exited quickly, which is considered a miracle in the industry.This orange is still above him, and his emotional control ability is really too strong.This is a kind of talent, and it is the capital that is more suitable for this industry than others.

I want this girl more and more.

Cheng Xirong nodded: "Su, you call Fu Zhou. If he's okay, ask him to send it over."

"Okay!" Su Minglin responded, and teased Chengzi again, "If you eat something from the little boss, you are the little boss's man!"

Cheng Zi laughed and didn't take it seriously: "It's done! Do you care about the snacks in the future?"

Cheng Xirong went on and said, "If you come to work for me, you don't care how much you eat."

For the sake of being so clear, the deep meaning is already obvious. Even if you don't understand it, you should be able to appreciate the subtlety of the atmosphere.The ward fell silent, and after three seconds, Cheng Zi picked up the topic with a smile: "It depends on whether the little boss is stingy or not?"

Cheng Xirong also jokingly said, "Why don't you count as stingy? Do you treat yourself to fried chicken skin every day?"

"I sold myself for chicken skin, I'm too bottomless!?" Orange looked at her hair in the mirror, then turned around and said, "Do you cooperate with Feng Yi? If I can see Feng Yi every day, You can let me do anything!"

Cheng Xirong's smile faded, and his eyes turned cold.

Su Minglin tried to change the topic: "The little boss is not a human trafficker, what else can I ask you to do? Okay, you guys discuss your affairs in private. Get ready to start work."

The rest is all about oranges.Cheng Xirong watched from the side, and when their play was not going well, he would give some advice.The attitude of several young people towards him has completely changed.After seeing his acting skills and receiving his guidance, it is difficult to remain hostile to him.

What's more, the aura he displayed was very consistent with the vague forces behind him.Several young people have already acquiesced that he is different from anyone here, and they are two very different classes.

When Cheng Xirong asked Cheng Zi to work for him, other people began to think about it.Everyone has their own guesses, and their eyes are a little wandering, they can't stop turning to Cheng Xirong and Cheng Zi.

When Fu Zhou brought the fried chicken over, he frowned as soon as he entered the door: "What's wrong?"

Su Minglin pulled him and asked quietly: "What is the foundation of the studio you set up with the little boss? Is it large?"

Several young people were drinking water and playing with their mobile phones, but they all looked uneasy and kept looking up frequently.Fu Zhou looked around, his eyes flicked past Cheng Xirong, and then quickly retracted: "Do you understand?"

"It's not me. The little boss is soliciting oranges, so the people next to him can hear it. I guess these guys are guessing in their hearts now!" Su Minglin opened the paper bag first, pinched a piece of fried wing root, "Can the little boss Being involved with Cheng Xirong and Feng Yi, the acting skills are not so good as normal people. They must all think this is a good opportunity, and they are all tempted."

Fu Zhou took a breath and slapped him on the back of the head: "What do you mean by 'being' a good opportunity?"

Su Minglin covered his head and smiled: "It's a good opportunity! That's it! That's it!"

"how about you?"

Su Minglin paused: "Let me think about it again—today's scene went really well, I'll show you later! One scene is really good!"

While eating fried chicken, Cheng Xirong asked Fu Zhou if he was talking to Su Minglin about joining the gang, and said, "Don't force him. He is waiting for this short film."

"Wait for what?"

"score."

There is no need to doubt Cheng Xirong's personal ability, they can all see it.Whether it is acting or directing others, it is a rare high level.There are people behind him, but this "behind" is too vague and unclear, which makes people suspicious.

As the owner of a studio, Su Minglin is not sure where he can go, what advantages and conveniences he can have.The short film in front of us is a test for each other. Cheng Xirong needs to know Su Minglin's directing skills, and Su Minglin also needs to know Cheng Xirong's operation skills in the circle.

Fu Zhou said, "Actually, it's not necessary. Is it not enough for me to be a director?"

Cheng Xirong squinted at him: "You don't need an assistant?"

Fu Zhou was silent and didn't speak any more.

Cheng Xirong said calmly: "Don't worry, your core position will not change. All these people are serving you."

66

The scene at night is mainly about Cheng Xirong's No. [-] bed.Apart from acting with him, the others are helping with the behind-the-scenes affairs, and the atmosphere is very relaxed.

Su Minglin asked him: "I want to shoot the indoor scene first, can you?"

According to the plot of the timeline, the plot goes like this: with the help of the heroine Axing, the second bed sat in her electric wheelchair and escaped from the ward.It was already dark at this time, he took the elevator alone, and asked the passing patients to help him to the top floor.

He wanted to die, but he was powerless, so he took the initiative to help and encourage Ah Xing.When Ah Xing is able to act independently, it is his chance to escape from the world.

However, when he reached the top floor, he realized that it was not that simple.There are guardrails all around, and he only has two fingers to move, and he can't do anything except control the electric wheelchair.

Death is hope for him.Continuing to live is a kind of judgment.He took a firm step towards death, but he didn't stop him in place, he couldn't get through at all.Despair was born in an instant, paranoid psychology was magnified, and then—exploded.

When Ah Xing and the doctors and nurses rushed to the top floor, the second bed was biting its tongue, and the skirt of the hospital gown was soaked in blood.

This scene greatly stimulated Ah Xing.The confidence she had just ignited was completely shattered by the frontal impact.Before she got over the damage caused by the car accident, she watched another death up close.This kind of incident was too negative, and it broke down the strength in her heart.

Bed number two didn't work out.After he was rescued, he was depressed and never angry. He was always calm, but he was always at the lowest level.It's like... without a soul, turned into a doll.

The last scene is the dialogue between the male lead doctor and the second bed.The male protagonist has given up persuading the second bed, and has long since left him to fend for himself.But bed No. [-] affected other patients, so he couldn't sit idly by.

This scene is both the climax and the end of the line of bed number two.The hero scolded him with a vicious attitude and said a lot of nasty things.Those true feelings that cannot be expressed in the face of negative and depressed patients are all expressed frankly by the male protagonist.The emotions of family members, nurses and passers-by were all poured out, covering the second bed below.

From the beginning to the end, the second bed did not respond to the male lead.

In the end, the male protagonist finished cursing, took a medicine, and put it by the hand of the second bed: "If you don't want to live, then die, don't hurt others. The medicine is given to you, drink it if you want, it's up to you."

He tried his best to die, and he went around such a big circle and took a detour.I didn't expect this opportunity to come so easily, it was right at hand.

This is a very ironic ending. The emotions between several scenes are coherent, slowly advancing a little bit, and echoing back and forth.Su Minglin wanted to take a picture of Feiye, so he first confirmed his status with Cheng Xirong.

Cheng Xirong responded: "Shoot indoors first to save time."

These two scenes were filmed by him alone, so there is no need to worry about whether he will be included in the scene or not.He himself is absolutely fine, just need a little time to brew his emotions.

The preparations were almost done, Su Minglin asked again: "Do I need to play with you?"

Both roles in this scene are played by Cheng Xirong.Now it is the second bed scene, so he has to walk the scene in the air, pretending that the hero he is playing is opposite, and cut them together later.

The two characters in the same scene are played by one person, which will definitely bring a sense of disobedience to the audience.But this is also the time to test your acting skills.How deep a person is in the play, what kind of characteristics can be shown in the role, without putting a personal label on it, it is difficult to grasp.

The early rendering tried to distinguish the two images. At this point, it is the stage of explosion.

Cheng Xirong lay on the bed, looked at a point in the sky and tried it out: "Leave me alone, just stand there and don't move."

Su Minglin called a junior student over.Before the official start of filming, Cheng Xirong's expression turned cold, the gloomy look in his eyes became more intense, and his whole body exuded a decadent atmosphere.The elementary school boy's eyes trembled, and he began to lick his lips.

Cheng Xirong had no choice but to say, "Don't shake. I need a point of vision. If you shake, my eyes will be messed up."

The elementary school boy discussed with him: "No, it's a bit scary for you to look so gloomy! Can you pretend to act yourself?"

Cheng Xirong shook his head: "The effect is not good, the eyes are too rigid. If you play a blind person, you can stare at the air, otherwise you still need a specific person."

The elementary school boy was sweating on his forehead: "No, I can't hold down your aura. If I can't go on, I must interfere with you. Change someone else, Chengzi to try?"

"Chengzi is resting," Su Minglin pulled Fu Zhou over: "Brother, try it!"

Cheng Xirong: "...Is that okay? Has Fu Zhou acted before?"

"Haven't eaten pork, haven't seen a pig run yet? Senior brother has made so many films, it's still okay to be a human figure against the camera! Come, come, try it once!"

Cheng Xirong looked at Fu Zhou, waiting for a response.The latter picked up the script casually, looked down at it, and walked directly to the hospital bed without saying a word.

This is about to start?

Cheng Xirong restrained his expression, let out a breath, and let his emotions go down.He lifted his eyelids loosely, rolled the whites of his eyes and looked up diagonally, facing Fu Zhou—suddenly split his fork, and dropped his legs by more than ten centimeters.

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Cheng Zi and Nana laughed out loud, and Su Minglin said "Oops—" and leaned over and asked, "Scared! What's the matter?"

Fu Zhou was serious: "Is this the angle of view at 1.7 meters?"

Cheng Xirong: "It's more than 1.7 meters, thank you."

Fu Zhou held up the script and began to read his lines.He really belongs to the one with a lack of expression, anger and resentment are only hidden in his eyes, and the surging emotions are about to break through the wall, but they are always blocked by a film.

His lines skills are also very strong, but he just read the printed version at random, and the subtle changes are in place.When he was most excited, his voice was hoarse, and there were actually some just-right breaking sounds to vent his emotions without being unpleasant.

Cheng Xirong lost his mind, and the scene was cut off.

Fu Zhou frowned, turned his head and coughed dryly.Su Minglin poked his head out from behind the director's monitor: "Did you lose your mind? What's wrong?"

Cheng Xirong shook his head: "Sorry, I made a mistake."

Su Minglin: "This scene is sad, don't worry about it. Brother, drink your saliva—what are you doing in a daze, get a bottle of water for brother. There are so many lines in this scene! It's all about the male lead alone. Brother, you were Didn't you read the script?"

Fu Zhou shook his head and raised his head to drink water.

Su Minglin enlivened the atmosphere, and said with emotion: "Your line skills are really amazing! Have you ever thought about doing dubbing?"

Fu Zhou twitched his eyebrows, paused, and shook his head.

Cheng Xirong looked at him from the side, pursing his lips, unable to suppress the guessing in his heart.

67

An actor must be outstanding in a certain aspect. For example, Cheng Xirong himself is the eyes, Feng Yi is the body movements, actress Wu Yanshu is the body.But an actor is a complete individual, and all aspects should be coordinated in order to survive for a long time.

Cheng Xirong's eye drama is a masterpiece in the film and television industry. This is his talent, and he has reached the level of proficiency in his teens.It's useless to be envious of God's food.After he made his debut, the company specially gave him a body class, and invited a teacher to train his line skills.It is to allow him to achieve unity and not let other weaknesses lower his talent value.

This situation is very common in show business.Except for some unchangeable factors, such as Wu Yanshu's hoarse voice, which cannot be repaired at all, in other aspects, good actors will try their best to improve and maintain the same level.

But this law was not reflected in Fu Zhou at all.

His line skills must have been professionally trained, the performance does not have a systematic framework, but there are some emotions