After I dressed as a fake young master from a wealthy family, I became popular [entertainment circle

In the morning, Chen Xu bit one end of his chopsticks, stared blankly at the lunch box full of food, and refused to eat. He looked devastated.

"Xu? Xu?" Tang Yi waved his hand around in front of her, "Chen Xu! What's wrong, this is it!"

"Ah!" Chen Xu came back to her senses in a panic, and quickly took a bite of rice, "Sorry, I'll just stay in a daze for a while."

Tang Yi looked at her: "I think you've been out of your wits for the past two days... What's the matter?"

Chen Xu was reluctant to say it at first, but she just said "it's okay" over and over again. Tang Yi forced him to hesitate and came: "Mr. Xiaohang seems to be in a bad mood recently..."

"What?" Tang Yi raised his eyebrows, "As for Yang Yang's good temper, even if he is in a bad mood, he will most likely digest it by himself, so it's impossible to give you a face? Why are you frowning?"

Chen Xu was so conflicted that she didn't even have time to get jealous of the overly affectionate title of "Yang Yang", she grabbed a handful of her hair: "No, it's not that Teacher Xiaohang is in a bad mood, it should be said that I feel bad when I see him ..."

Tang Yi almost slapped the table and jumped up: "Damn! He's so cute and worry-free, how can you say it! Come on, come on, why don't we switch."

Chen Xu's mind was about to explode, "No, that's not what it means—"

"Sister Xu." Hang Yang's voice suddenly sounded from behind, and the two looked over together. He was still wearing a gray robe.I don't know if it was an illusion, but Tang Yi suddenly felt that he was thinner than before. Seeing him walking through the morning mist in early winter, he was inexplicably like a small blue butterfly fluttering in the drizzle. sad.

"Haven't you finished eating yet?" Hang Yang glanced at the small table where the two were eating, and then smiled, "Then I'll go there first, you don't have to rush if you have nothing to worry about, just eat slowly."

Chen Xu froze for a moment, then nodded: "I, I'll be right away."

Hang Yang walked for about 2 minutes before Tang Yi looked away in a daze, and silently pressed one hand on his heart, feeling that it was uncomfortable to be blocked here.

"I'll just say it!" Chen Xu pointed to the direction where Hang Yang left, and took out a tissue with trembling hand, his eyes turned red instantly, and some tears could still be seen faintly, "Whenever I saw him these two days, I would I want to cry, but he laughed and I want to cry even more, what do you think is going on!"

Tang Yi didn't answer, but stared at Hang Yang's almost invisible back for a while, and then silently retracted his gaze for a while, muttering to himself: "Oh my god..."

The scene filmed this morning was simple and simple, it was just a passing of "He Gan" and "Ye Zhang" in the palace, but it is often this kind of eye scene with every line that is most likely to be NG.

He Gan was walking leisurely on the path of the imperial palace, a small fan made of agarwood in his hand waving indiscriminately. He was obviously wearing a formal court dress, but there was a kind of indescribable sluttyness. And casual.

In the autumn morning mist, a young eunuch in a green robe gradually approached. Like all humble and humble people, he hunched his back slightly, bowed his head, and took small steps on his feet. Seeing He Gan approaching In an instant, he knelt down quickly, as if he was born without bones.

He Gan's eyes froze for a moment on the little eunuch, and then he played with the small fan in his hand and walked away.

When the footsteps gradually faded away, Hang Yang gradually straightened his waist from the frosty ground.

Lu Qiu looked at the monitor without blinking, and tightened his grip on the walkie-talkie: "Zoom in!"

The camera zoomed in steadily again, Hang Yang's slightly pale face took up nearly half of the composition, he stared at Hang Xiutu's back for two seconds in silence, and the corners of his bloodless lips trembled slightly.Those eyes, which are usually extremely agile, are now a little indescribably dark, really like "a square world numb in the palace wall, lost its home when people's hearts are in danger".

"Ka! Ka! Ka!" Lu Qiu slammed the table, his already loud voice was doubled by the loudspeaker, causing the heads of the people around him to "buzz", "It's over!"

Just as Hang Yang stood up from the ground, Lu Qiu over there had already rushed over excitedly, and slapped him loudly on the back: "It's great! Seriously, I can't find words to praise you! Hey Yo I—"

"Thank you Lu Dao." Hang Yang smiled at him, "Get ready for the next game."

Behind the monitor, until this moment, Chen Xu tremblingly let out the breath he had been holding. The figure of the person in the camera was too depressed, like a cattail tree hanging under the eaves. She was afraid that the next moment would be broken in front of myself.

Is this from a show?

Chen Xu is a bit silly: Don't say that Lu Qiu was ecstatic, I just watched the unedited master tape behind the monitor, and I was shocked by Hang Yang's terrifying sense of substitution in every eye movement. Is the sense of desolation really something he can perform at his age?

Not far away, Hang Xiutu was walking back slowly.

"Teacher Hang." The actor who played the servant next to him called out cautiously, but Hang Xiutu didn't respond, as if he didn't hear it, and his eyes were fixed on Hang Yang's direction.

The young actor hesitated again, gritted his teeth, mustered up his courage, and raised his voice a bit: "Teacher Hang!"

It was only then that Hang Xiutu reacted. He turned his head slightly to signal the actor to continue.

"You, the fan in your hand..."

Hang Xiutu looked down, and found that the prop fan bone in his hand had been deformed by himself. He paused, then retracted the fan lightly, and nodded slightly at the young actor beside him: "Thank you for reminding me."

Then went directly to the prop teacher.Until the start of the next scene, there was no further exchange of words with Hang Yang.

I don’t know if it’s because the shooting content of these few days is particularly depressing. Even though it’s already the beginning of winter, W City has ushered in a few continuous rainy days. Most of the plots don’t need any bright sunny days. The miserable weather seems to be another sense of "good weather".

At noon two days later, Chen Xu couldn't bear it anymore, so he went to Tang Yi with his lunch box in his arms.

She threw the food box on the table hard, startling Tang Yi: "What's wrong with you? You're so excited!"

Chen Xu aggressively broke off the chopsticks, inserted the ends of the chopsticks into the rice, covered his face with both hands, rubbed it vigorously, and gave himself two loud slaps before opening his mouth under Tang Yi's stunned comment: " ...It's about Teacher Xiaohang."

"Yang Yang?" Tang Yi tilted his head, "I heard that the road guide is very satisfied! Every time I see him, I can't find him, as if I saw a million. I hear every day that the crew has a staff teacher Speaking of him, talking about acting to the current level, every time the filming starts, he stands in the camera, and without any lines, he can cry afterwards."

"Teacher Hang doesn't like me taking care of him every day. I don't necessarily have as many chances to watch the scene up close as Sister Zhan." Tang Yi curled her lips and moved closer to Chen Xu, "I'm so surprised. Is it real or fake?"

Chen Xu smiled listlessly, which was uglier than crying. She raised her finger and pointed at her swollen eyelids: "Guess how my eyes are like this."

"Fuck..." Tang Yi's eyes widened a little bit, "It's amazing! She looks so good-looking, and her family is rich. The key brother is Hang Xiutu. With so many buffs stacked together, it would be nice to be a beautiful waste. Such a talent, was God dazzled when he created this person?!"

"Okay, don't be poor," Chen Xu interrupted her weakly, and she "tsk" again, as if trying to find a suitable wording, "I'll tell you something."

"Huh?" Tang Yi raised his eyes, and his face was covered: I want to see that your artist has a bright future. What emo do you have.

"Yesterday at noon," Chen Xu swallowed, "someone scared me from behind, and suddenly came to say 'Good road guide!' It scared me to shiver, but there was no one behind."

She nodded with her hands on the table: "Ms. Xiaohang stood in front of that person on the spot, smiled very gently, and said, 'She is timid, don't scare her when eating.'"

"That's, it's really reliable..."

"Bang!" Tang Yi smashed his chopsticks on the lunch box with no expression on his face, and "shua" got up and was about to leave.

Chen Xu quickly reached out and grabbed her: "Hey, little sister Tang?!"

"Let me go!" Tang Yi used almost all his self-control to not reach out and hit him, "Are you here to show off?"

"Really not, there is a real problem, please be patient!" Chen Xu finally persuaded Tang Yi to sit down and listen to himself again after betting on the friendship they had worked together for several years.

"That's right, Teacher Xiaohang is really kind."

Tang Yi frowned.

Chen Xu hurriedly added: "But according to his previous style of being a bit out of the way, he would probably make a fuss with him. This is really not like him! Do you know what I mean? It feels like he suddenly became calmer."

"What's more," Chen Xu wanted to open up the chatter box, and began to chatter, "he is usually more and more reticent, walks with his head bowed, and always likes to stand quietly in the corner. The most terrible thing is! Several times when filming was about to start, the assistant director ran all over the crew, but couldn't find the second male lead, and finally found that he was always under my nose."

She shivered a bit: "It's like Ye Zhang's upper body."

Tang Yi's eyelids trembled, and the impatient look quickly disappeared.

"You don't know, I saw him a few times," Chen Xu said and broke down again, "I really can't tell whether the person in front of me is 'Hang Yang' or 'Ye Zhang'..."

Tang Yi was silent for a few seconds, then lifted his chin lightly: "It's probably too much drama."

"Yes!" Chen Xu rubbed her messy hair, "If it's like this every day, the show is finished, but the person is broken, what do you think?!"

"It's not that serious," Tang Yi shook his head, "There are quite a few actors of this type, and they are not as fragile as you think. Besides, Yang Yang is an official act, and he is also the leading role. The road guide will guide again. The situation is normal, right..."

"Normal?" Chen Xu's eyes widened a little, "I don't know much about this, so don't lie to me."

"Then what do you want to do with me?" Tang Yi asked.

Chen Xu coughed: "Isn't this, I want you to mention this situation to Teacher Hang a little bit, he has experience and is a brother..."

"Tsk," Tang Yi narrowed his eyes, wishing he could touch Chen Xu's forehead, "Are you concerned about it, or is your brain not working intermittently? You have already discovered it. Teacher Hang can't see it? Let's do it." explain?"

"Oh!" Chen Xu suddenly realized, a slightly suspended heart slowly fell back, "Then there should be no problem."

"Okay," Tang Yi said with a sigh of relief, "stop bothering me here, and go back to work."

In the past few nights, Hang Yang has always fallen asleep with the script on his pillow, and his dreams are often messy and hazy, as if all the timelines in his dreams are stretched.

He often dreams from the perspective of a bystander, and sees a young eunuch in Tsing Yi kneeling on the ground being beaten, but his face cannot be seen clearly.Hang Yang shook his head again, he had already penetrated into the shell of the little eunuch, a whip fell on his back, he bowed blankly, and a tear fell silently from the corner of his eye into his collar.

He "wandered" back and forth in Ye Zhang's life full of gunpowder: when he was young, the whole family was wronged and killed, rescued by others, and then he entered the palace as a slave for revenge... He wandered back and forth, often waking up I found that the pillow was wet, and my voice was still choked.

At first, Hang Yang did intend to guide himself into the role outside the play, such as deliberately speaking less, deliberately bending slightly, and deliberately acting with a sense of cautious tension... But soon he found that he didn't seem to need to Acted, not only outside the play, but also in the play.

Before turning on the phone, Hang Yang looked at the bustling crowd, everything seemed to have a filter of "mute plus black and white", the world was surprisingly quiet in his eyes.

He suddenly remembered what Teacher Wen had said. That day, he patted his head and leaned against the window with emotion: "Your child's ability to empathize with tragedies is exceptionally strong, and the effect presented is also extremely amazing. To be honest, I don't even know if it's a good thing or not."

Is it a good thing?Hang Yang himself was a little confused.

He looked up and looked around, in a "black and white silent film", a little color appeared - Hang Xiutu came.

Hang Yang's eyes lit up instantly, but he suppressed it quickly, he just stepped forward and nodded politely: "Good morning, Teacher Hang."

He lowered his head, so he couldn't see Hang Xiutu's eyes at this time, and his brother's hand that shook in mid-air and then dropped quickly.

"Good morning." After a moment's pause, Hang Yang heard Hang Xiutu's voice, still cherishing words like gold.

If you don't pay attention, others will only see the two people saying good morning in a normal way, but Lu Qiu, who is not far away with his pocket in his pocket, has a full view of the whole process - it's amazing!

This is the "He Gan and Ye Zhang" he wanted!

Lu Qiu felt that he probably saved the solar system in his previous life. In this life, he met such a "just right" two people. Their current state is simply two characters picked out of the script: so restrained, but sinking The tug and bump!

Lu Qiu hurried back to the monitor, cleared his throat before turning on the speaker, so that his voice would not sound too high-pitched: "All departments are ready! All departments are ready!"

"Come on! Hurry up! Shoot!"

A few days later, Director Li, who had taken two weeks off, arrived at work two days early.It's nothing else, it just looks a little lack of energy.Many people in the crew asked about the situation, and he also played it lightly, saying that it would not delay the progress of the crew.

The crew was divided into two groups, A and B, and started recording single-player scenes again. Hang Yang thought he would be nervous, but he wasn't at all.

Behind the flower garden of Hanzhang Palace, large pieces of hibiscus bloomed one after another within a few days. Hang Yang seemed to have seen a sea of ​​flowers made of large pink and white flowers in a hazy dream, and there were children playing among the flowers. Unexpectedly, he accidentally knocked over the flower pot, so he was chased and beaten by his mother with a feather duster.

Who is that milk dumpling jumping up and down?Ye Zhang or himself?

Hang Yang found that he was a little confused.

He stared blankly at the large piece of hibiscus in front of him, and when he came back to his senses, a tear trickled down his side cheek and into a flower core.

The camera teacher who took the close-up shots was very blessed, and without waiting for the road guide to speak, he pushed the camera just right, moved down from the close-up of the face, and recorded the unexpected tear with a complete set of long shots.

"Let's go." Hang Yang raised his head again and his expression was normal. He talked to the little eunuch beside him, still smiling.

The actors who took part in the show didn't notice anything strange, and continued to speak the lines in the script step by step, holding their throats: "Hey, I said you are really disappointed!"

Hang Yang didn’t answer, just looked at him with a smile.

The little eunuch flicked his sleeves and snorted angrily: "Okay, let's go."

"Crap!" Lu Qiu jumped up from his seat excitedly behind the monitor, and threw the script on the table, "Amazing!"

The author has something to say: