Korean entertainment song and song couples

When Han Jincheng came back, his face was not very good-looking. The two shoe boxes in his hand were opened under the suspicious eyes of Song Zhiyi. They were the same shoes as Song Zhiyi's feet: "The heels are shorter and thicker. Try the shoe size. .”

Song Zhiyi put on and walked a couple of times, just right, the bandages on the toes did not feel squeezed, and it was obviously much more comfortable: "Where did you get the shoes?"

"Let's talk about this when we go back. Let's finish filming today's scene first." Han Jincheng frowned and looked around. There are so many staff members who have some words that are not suitable for the crew to say.

Song Zhiyu nodded understandingly, most of today's situation is already obvious.

In the afternoon, I shot the individual shots of the male and female protagonists first, and then started to shoot the individual shots of Song Zhiyi. When it was her turn, it was already after three o’clock in the afternoon. Song Zhiyi changed a pair of shoes because the two pairs of shoes were almost the same, so not many people came out, but they were careful. There are still people.

Park Yoon-jin said goodbye to Song Ji-jin before leaving after filming today's scene, looked down at her shoes and felt a little puzzled, Song Ji-jin noticed his gaze and smiled: "It's fine now."

"It's fine if it's resolved, go back and get a massage, so as not to feel uncomfortable tomorrow." Park Yunzhen didn't say much, looking at the time: "Then I'll go first, I've worked hard today."

"Well, hard work."

After the two said goodbye, Lin Xirong also ran over to say goodbye to Song Zhiyi, and asked if there was any problem with Song Zhiyi's feet: "Oni is really sorry for causing you trouble today, are your feet still uncomfortable?"

Song Zhiyi stretched out his feet and swung them twice to show he was fine: "It's much better after changing the shoes."

"How did this happen?" Lin Xirong looked at Song Zhiyi's feet and thought deeply, "Nu Na's ankle is swollen..."

Maybe it was because Song Zhizheng got used to seeing his feet so much that he didn't feel swollen feet, but Lin Xirong reminded him to take a closer look and poked the flesh on his ankles with his fingers, it was indeed a little swollen: "It seems that I really need to get a good massage when I go back."

"Oni... I'm really sorry... I didn't expect me to be like this today, and I promise it won't happen again in the future!" Lin Xirong apologized especially.

"Why are you sorry, you didn't prepare my shoes." Song Zhiyi squinted his eyes and smiled, his expression looked a bit confusing, and his tone was very ordinary.

This sentence has a deep meaning, Lin Xirong raised her head and looked straight at Song Zhizhen, Song Zhizhen didn't avoid it, but her eyes were a little frivolous, as if she was the second female in the play: "Be careful on the way back."

Lin Xirong raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Well, then I'll go first."

After ignorantly ending the conversation, Song Zhiyi looked at Lin Xirong's leaving back and frowned. He was so troublesome at such a young age, and the city was deep enough. Wouldn't it be better if he was older in the future?

"Oni, why are you so polite to this girl, such a little brat is so vile." Xiao Shen stayed with Song Zhiyi all the way and saw Lin Xirong's face, and almost couldn't help but want to tear her. shameless.

Song Zhiyi glared at Xiao Shen: "Don't be so loud, we'll talk about it when we get back."

Xiao Shen stuck out her tongue and didn't dare to say anything more, she knew that the entertainment circle was a place where there were many words and many mistakes.

When Cui Shangze asked Song Zhiyi to take a look at her feet, he still didn't say a word, and the topic was on the upcoming scene: "You just sit here and talk to Mr. Xu, and we will shoot close-ups together. filming techniques, so you have to act well."

Song Zhizhen nodded, knowing in his heart that Cui Shangze wanted to shoot this part at once because he didn't want to delay her: "Okay, thank you director."

Cui Shangze sighed and waved her to go and sit down. Song Zhiyi walked over and said hello to the senior who was already waiting there: "Senior, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It's okay, it's okay, don't toss and break your leg." People of the older generation attach great importance to the body, so they have already seen that there is something wrong with Song Zhiyi's feet. Still see her awkwardness.

Song Zhiyi also knew that his feet were tossing badly today, so he was not curious about how they could tell, and nodded politely to the senior: "Thank you, senior, for your concern."

Shooting begins.

Song Zhizhen was playing with the cup in his hand, his eyes were playful and full of interest.

Mr. Xu, who was sitting across from her, got angry when he saw her like this: "Can't you listen to me carefully? You represent the face of our family outside. Look at the good things you do all day long? What did you say?"

"It's nothing, I just remembered that I met him once when I was a child." Song Zhiyi raised his eyes and gave Mr. Xu a look, then raised his glass and went to touch the wine glass he put on the table: "I didn't expect to grow so big." Old-fashioned tone.

"When you were young? Why didn't I know you met when you were young?" Mr. Xu was very curious: "Kid Han grew up in Japan since he was a child, and you have never been to Japan."

"Oh, that's why I remembered wrongly. It should be when he was ten/eight/nine/years old, and he was indeed a kid at that time." Song Zhiyi nonsense nonsense, shaking his glass.

Facing Song Zhiyi's character, where fifteen out of ten sentences can't tell the truth, Mr. Xu rubbed his temples angrily: "The Han family boy is not easy to bully, you just die and tease his heart."

"That's just right, I'm not easy to bully, a natural match?" Song Zhiyi suddenly laughed, and his low laughter seemed to have indescribable interest.

Mr. Xu snorted coldly: "Did you forget how your father scolded you some time ago, so you can't be a little ambitious!? Look at your brothers and sisters, can't you learn something better?"

"Don't tell me about your brothers and sisters." Song Zhiyi suppressed his smile, as if he had been stepped into a minefield, and his eyes turned cold in an instant: "They are them, and I am me. I don't want to have anything to do with them at all."

"You, can you stop being so extreme? After so many years, when will you let go? You have the same blood on your body as theirs, and this cannot be changed!"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Zhiyi smashed out the wine glass in his hand, and a crisp sound attracted the attention of many people around him. Song Zhiyi stood up slowly, and did not give Mr. Xu any more glances: "Next time Mention them, don't blame me for disrespecting you old man." After speaking, he left, and Mr. Xu behind him could only sigh.

"cut!"

This part of the filming was very successful. After passing it once, Song Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief. Cui Shangze patted Song Jiyi on the shoulder: "There is one last eye scene, you should take a rest first, and the assistant will call you when the set is finished."

Song Zhizheng sat down and drank a few sips of water. Xiao Shen touched up her makeup. Han Jincheng estimated that the filming would take four or five o'clock according to the time: "The scene will be over soon if there is no difficulty. I will help you book a restaurant first. Will I take you to a massage after dinner?"

It was only then that Song Zhiyi remembered that he hadn't looked at his phone all day, and took out his phone to check that there were indeed a lot of text messages: "Wait a minute, I'll see if there is any dinner."

Indeed, someone asked her if she had time for dinner. Song Zhiyi didn't see Song Zhongji's short message after reading them one by one, and she was a little unaccustomed to it. It's really strange that this person who usually talks so much suddenly quieted down these two days.

Sighing, her legs were uncomfortable today, after thinking about it, she declined the invitations of those people: "Send me to a massage later, it feels like my legs are almost not mine anymore."

"Okay, then I'll pack dinner for you and eat it at the massage parlor." Han Jincheng said as he took out his phone and made an appointment for Song Zhiyi.

Song Zhiyi scrolled through Twitter a few times in every possible way, and then hesitantly opened the chat history with Song Zhongji. After looking through the previous chat records, he didn't feel that he missed anything, and he couldn't understand it.

In short, Song Zhiyi was very concerned about Song Zhongji's sudden change in attitude.

The last filming ended at exactly five o'clock. Song Jiji and the crew thanked each other and went back to the dressing room to change their clothes and sit on the sofa and couldn't help rubbing their legs. Xiao Shen, who was packing up, kept complaining: "It's only the first day." That's it, is it really okay to be angry?"

"Be careful in the future. If you can prepare things by yourself, prepare them yourself." Song Zhiyi sat up and kicked her legs to move her ankles. Her eyes were red from the pain.

Xiao Shen nodded and saw that Song Zhizhen frowned and couldn't help but scolded softly: "It's really unbelievable, there is such a disgusting side behind such a cute face, I feel so wronged to be filming with such a person..."

"Stop talking too much, have you cleaned it up?" Song Zhiyi really had a headache for Xiao Shen's personality.

"Okay..." Xiao Shen Duduzui knew that he was talking too much, and walked over to help Song Zhiyi. Song Zhiyi's whole body was painful and numb. Maybe it was more painful than before when he relaxed. When he pushed the door open, Song Zhiyi still pulled Kai Xiaoshen pulled his clothes with his hands and smiled: "There are a lot of people outside." The meaning is to play a full set, if you don't want to be known, then continue to pretend that nothing has happened.

After getting in the car, Song Zhiyi leaned back in the chair: "Where did you get the shoes later?"

Han Jincheng glanced at Song Zhiyi in the back seat and saw that her expression was not good: "That shoe is for you, it was Lin Xirong's manager who asked the costume designer to change all the shoes of the characters, and Park Yujin didn't wear them The shoes prepared by the crew, but your shoes were changed to a smaller size. When I went to the costumer, she said she thought it was an agreement between us and Lin Xirong. After I said the shoe size was wrong, she hurriedly dropped it from the shop. A pair came over."

Song Zhizhen nodded and was speechless for a moment: "That's it, then let's prepare the costumes ourselves."

Han Jincheng also thought about this question in the afternoon: "Well, let Xiao He follow along in the future, and let her connect with the crew's costume designer."

"Well, there is also Xiao Shen, this crew belongs to someone else's company, so we have to be careful what we say, even if we are not wrong, rumors will always become very strange." Song Zhizhen still decided to teach Xiao Shen a lesson.

Sitting on the passenger seat, Xiao Shen scratched his head in embarrassment: "I know Nuna, there will be no next time." Although Song Zhizhen is usually very kind, but sometimes he is very majestic as the boss. It is respect from the bottom of my heart.

"Don't tell anyone about this matter, just pretend it didn't happen. Today I made it very obvious that Lin Xirong is a smart person, and she shouldn't mess around again." Song Zhiyi also felt that it would be embarrassing for him to be bullied by his juniors. of.

Both Han Jincheng and Xiao Shen nodded, and at the same time felt that the future shooting should be taken very seriously to avoid any accidents. This is just like the entertainment industry's secret fight. Who knows if Lin Xirong will be a difficult character, be careful! Points are always safe.

Arriving at the massage parlor, Song Zhiyi lay there crying, screaming and shaking in pain, and the muscles of his thigh and calf were obviously injured today. A massage was like being tortured.

After Han Jincheng sent Xiao Shen home, he went to buy some digestible food for Song Zhiyi. When he returned to the massage parlor, he waited for a while in the VIP lounge next door. Fortunately, the sound insulation of the massage parlor was good, otherwise Song Zhizheng’s screams would have stopped. room can hear.

Song Zhiyi stayed in the next door for more than half an hour. When he came in, his whole body looked like it had been torn apart. He sat opposite Han Jincheng with his hands trembling, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "That's why I'm so I don't like massages..."

"Are your feet feeling better?" Han Jincheng was really afraid that Song Ji would delay the shooting of Runningman on Sunday: "Tomorrow there is still a scene where I have to wear high heels, if not, I will ask Runningman for leave on Sunday?"

"No need, it's much better now, let Xiao He prepare the shoes tomorrow, and I'll put some plaster on tonight." Song Zhizheng opened the packing box and began to eat. Although she was uncomfortable, she was also hungry.

Seeing her appearance, Han Jincheng was inexplicably sad: "You can't bear to get to this point today, but you were tossed about by a little girl. Hey, if I knew it, I wouldn't have let you choose this drama."

Song Zhiyi smiled disapprovingly: "Are you still afraid that I will suffer?"

"You can't get back with revenge." Han Jincheng poked at Fan resentfully.

"Why not, isn't she most afraid that the role of the second female will steal too much attention?" Song Zhiyi smiled: "I am not a fuel-efficient lamp." Someone deliberately targeted her. If it wasn't too much, it would be fine. Naturally, if it was too much, she wouldn't suffer from being dumb.

"But didn't the director tell you to restrain yourself later?"

"The director and screenwriter themselves can't let go of the role of the second female lead. Today, I found out that Lin Xirong made small moves and he was obviously dissatisfied. I think he should not restrict my performance anymore." Song Zhizhen chuckled lightly: "We will see the situation tomorrow. "Tomorrow she has a lot of personal shots, and there are two scenes with the heroine, as long as she shoots, she will be able to understand what the director thinks.

Han Jincheng immediately understood: "Understood, it really is Wuli Zhiyi."

"Oops, I'm in my 30s, and you still treat me like a child?" Song Zhiyi couldn't help but roll his eyes. Originally, Song Zhiyi didn't want to be too ostentatious in this drama, but if something like this happened today, if she If you don't pretend to be a bully, you are afraid that the child will get worse in the future.

"To me, you are as old as my family." Han Jincheng put the milk in front of Song Zhiyi: "Drink it obediently."

Song Zhiju pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, picked up the milk and drank it.

After returning home, Song Zhiyi soaked in the bathtub for a while, and sure enough, after the massage, he felt much more comfortable in the bath, squinting his eyes and feeling drowsy.

When the phone rang, Song Zhiyi almost fell asleep in the bathtub. When he heard the voice, he rubbed his swollen temples and wiped his hands to get the phone. When he clicked on it, it was a message from Song Zhongji, who had disappeared for a day: [Nu Na, the shooting is over. Yet? 】

Song Zhiyi didn't want to send a text message, so he called him back, turned on the speaker and put it aside, and answered the busy tone as soon as it rang: "Nu Na?"

Song Zhiyi is still a little drowsy now, so his voice is lazy: "Zhongji."

Hearing Song Zhiyi's voice, Song Zhongji was obviously taken aback, and then coughed unnaturally: "What are Nuna doing?"

"Oh... I'm a little tired today, so I'm taking a bath." Song Zhiyi didn't shy away from it at all, and didn't think there was a problem with saying that.

Song Zhongji didn't expect Song Jiji to be so natural, and his ears felt a little hot: "How was the filming today?"

"Very good, why did you send a message at this time?" Song Zhizhen squeezed the foam and played with the roses in the water.

The sound of water was obvious, and Song Zhongji couldn't help but press his ears against the phone receiver, his Adam's apple trembling: "It's okay, I told the crew today that I will return to filming tomorrow, and it will be very busy to catch up with the schedule starting tomorrow."

"So fast?" Song Zhiyi looked at the phone: "You have to pay attention to your arms."

"Well, it's past seven o'clock, is Nuna coming out?" Song Zhongji planned to ask Song Zhiyi because it was still early.

Song Zhiyi actually didn't want to run around after making such a fuss today, but Song Zhongji probably won't see each other for a few months after today, so she was a little hesitant.

"I'll pick you up." Song Zhongji saw that Song Zhiyi didn't speak, so he thought about it and decided not to let her go.

"Where are you going?" Song Zhiyi let go.

"Tomorrow we will be filming, so we won't go far away, just find a place nearby and sit casually?" Song Zhongji glanced at the shop that he had searched for earlier on the tablet.

Song Zhiyi thought for a while: "How about this, why don't you bring some food to my house?" She hasn't invited friends in the circle to come to my house to play. If Song Zhongji is willing to come, he will be the first one, and I don't know Why does she seem to be easy to let go of Song Zhongji, and she really doesn't want to go out now, since Song Zhongji wants to come pick her up, why not come to her house to play for a while.

This made Song Zhongji on the other end of the phone stunned, and the hand holding the phone shook and almost crushed the phone.

Song Zhiwei thought Song Zhongji didn't mind if he didn't get an answer from Song Zhongji: "Forget it, let's go have some snacks nearby."

"It's okay, I'll go buy some snacks and bring them over. You wait for me at home." Song Zhongji hung up the phone after finishing speaking, not giving Song Jijin a chance to talk.

Song Zhizhen was confused, and after soaking for a while, he got up and put on his home clothes, tidied up the living room a little, and then started working in the kitchen.

Song Zhongji bought a lot of things in one go, and he was still a little dazed when he was standing in front of Song Jiji’s house wearing a mask and hat and full of bags. It was the first time he received this kind of invitation, and it was from Song Jiji, so he was very excited, excited So much so that he dare not ring the doorbell now.

I stood outside for a long time, thinking about how to say hello, maybe as usual, took a few deep breaths, adjusted my mood before ringing the doorbell.

As soon as the door was opened, he could smell the fragrance from inside, and then saw Song Zhiyi's refreshing smiling face, she was completely bare-faced, wearing home clothes and an apron, this was the first time Song Zhongji saw it, his heart was beating violently, and a dangerous signal struck brain.

"Come in? Come in. Remember to change your shoes. I'm still cooking. Close the door for me." Song Zhiyi pointed to the slippers that had been arranged for him, then turned and trotted to the kitchen. Song Zhongji stared at her blankly at the door The back figure who ran in couldn't help covering his heart, it was too fast, the heart was beating too fast...

Song Zhiyi didn't hear the sound of closing the door and shouted in the kitchen: "Why don't you come in?"

Song Zhongji went in in a panic and closed the door: "Annu, should I put these things in the living room?" Song Zhiyi's home is quite big, the decoration is very casual, mainly in warm colors, it looks very comfortable, just like Song Zhiyi.

"Well, let's put it in the living room. You turn on the TV and sit in the living room. My side is almost ready." Song Zhiyi focused on the chicken wings in the pot.

Song Zhongji put the things he brought on the coffee table and arranged them one by one, then walked to the kitchen and watched her busy: "It's the first time I've come to anger that house."

Song Zhiwei smiled: "You are the first one, and even the puppet, they have never been here before."

Unexpectedly, he would be the first one, which made Song Zhongji flattered, and his eyes instantly filled with unconcealable joy: "Nu Na is like this at home."

"It's ugly, isn't it?" Song Zhiyi looked down at himself, thinking that he was quite sloppy.

Song Zhongji shook his head, his voice was tight: "Nu Na is like this, very feminine." The person he longs for is the most beautiful no matter what he looks like...

"Ah, are you saying that Nu Na usually looks like a man?" Song Zhizhen waved the spatula in his hand dissatisfied: "Go, go, don't disturb me here."

Song Zhongji touched his nose and went back to the living room to turn on the TV in a funny way. He didn't care about the programs on the TV at all, and all his thoughts were on Song Zhiyi in the kitchen.

When Song Zhiyi brought the finished dishes to the living room, Song Zhongji naturally reached out to help her arrange them: "It's very fragrant, so why did you think of making dishes? Didn't you agree that I would bring them?"

"If I eat too much food outside, I want to eat something I made myself. I didn't cook, so let's eat more." Song Zhiyi said, sitting on the carpet and handing out chopsticks to Song Zhongji. Song Zhongji saw her sitting on the carpet and followed suit. On the carpet, their knees were together under the coffee table.

Before Song Zhongji started eating, he sharply saw the ointment on Song Zhiyi's feet. No wonder he smelled the medicine just now, and frowned: "What's wrong with Nuna's feet?"

Song Zhiyi looked down at his feet and replied indifferently: "Oh, the shoes of the crew are prepared to be small, so my feet hurt."

"Why are the shoes so small?" Song Zhongji keenly felt that things were not that simple. Generally, there would be no mistakes in the things prepared by the crew. After all, actors have to wear them for filming. If there is a problem, it will directly affect the shooting.

"Zhongji, eat and see how Nuna is doing?" Song Zhiyi didn't answer, as if his mind was on the dishes, he picked up a piece of chicken wing and put it on Song Zhongji's plate.

Song Zhongji pursed his lips in dissatisfaction: "Nu Na." His tone was firm and insignificantly distressed.