Zhang Dengjie Cai

Zhang Anran stood at the same place, and after a while, he took a breath, Ren Junxiang had already left the scene in the play, and seemed a little happy, just now Zhang Anran seemed to use force, and it fell on him lightly, and he expressed Most of the pain exposed is due to the pain substituted in the heart, rather than physical pain.

Zhang Anran took a look at the sky, then turned his head to look at Director Chen. Director Chen was looking back at the camera. There was really nothing wrong with the two scenes just now. In addition, the crew has sufficient funds, and he has always worked slowly and meticulously. , then nodded and said: "That's all for today, Anran, I will take a photo of the makeup tomorrow morning, and come back to film in the afternoon."

"Okay." Zhang Anran replied, and then stopped talking. Director Chen knew that he didn't like to make a sound after the show, and he didn't mind, so he turned his face and went to communicate with the assistant director about tomorrow's arrangements.

Ren Junxiang took his mobile phone, moved closer to Zhang Anran, and asked, "Brother Zhang, shall we add a friend?"

Zhang Anran looked calm, and replied, "Tell me about your WeChat ID."

"rjx0025."

"I'll go back and add you."

Are you uncomfortable now?

Seeing Zhang Anran's pale face, Ren Junxiang couldn't bear to ask, and could only watch him turn around and "float" away as if he had lost his soul.

Xiao Wang followed Zhang Anran into a separate lounge. Zhang Anran changed his clothes and took off his make-up, but he still didn't get out of the scene.He has not been in this state for a long time. After all, his acting skills are more than enough for TV dramas, and he is also handy for commercial films. Only this literary film has to work hard in order to win awards, but after hard work, it is difficult to break away from it. .

Zhang Anran drank a little nutrition soup prepared by a nutritionist. In order to look good on camera and to match the later plot, his body shape needs to be fine-tuned to a certain extent. Daily fitness is essential, and more attention should be paid to diet. This is just the first day He was a little tired after filming.

But there is no way to be tired. There are thousands of jobs in the world, which one will not be tiring, and being a celebrity makes a lot more money than ordinary jobs. Even saying that you are tired is a kind of hypocrisy.

Zhang Anran finished his soup, checked Weibo, and found that many fans were waiting outside the crew. The crew was not open to the public at all, and the secrecy work was very strict. Fans had arrived since [-]:[-] in the morning, reluctantly before Zhang Anran entered. I took some photos at that time, and now I am still waiting outside, wanting to take some off-work photos.

It's better for other celebrities to go to the hotel after leaving the film crew. Zhang Anran has his own property in Suzhou City, and the film crew is completely closed, so it's really not easy to wait.

Zhang Anran felt that they were working hard, but he didn't think they were brainless.

As an actor, he is responsible for bringing good scripts; as a singer, he is responsible for bringing good music; as a star, he is responsible for bringing a sense of dependence similar to faith to those who love him.

The psychological gap and distance between stars and fans will make fans have a strong sense of pursuit and dependence, and this is also the main reason why fans are willing to spend money and maintain the image of stars.It's not deformed, it's just a way of chasing pleasure.Some fans have money and leisure, and rely on star chasing to pass the time; some fans are lonely and depressed, relying on star chasing to fill themselves;No matter what kind of fan they are, Zhang Anran is grateful on the premise of not affecting his life or causing him too much trouble.

So he thought about it, and asked Xiao Wang to take a few stacks of postcards, and went to the iron gate designated by the crew to look at the fans.

The fans screamed and took pictures with long guns and short guns. The iron gate is an old-fashioned fence gate, which can barely be squeezed into the arm. Zhang Anran's expression did not change. He shook hands randomly and sent the postcard to the fans himself. hands.

He stayed at the door for 10 to [-] minutes. Although he didn't answer the questions asked by the fans, just standing there was enough to make people feel elated.

The fans' love also caused him to withdraw a little from the role, but it was still a drop in the bucket.

Zhang Anran left the gate, got into the nanny's car, and the car quickly drove to his home. He checked Weibo, but suddenly received a WeChat message.

Flush:

I'll be there tonight

There are no punctuation marks, it seems to be asking, but it also seems to be telling.

Zhang Anran tapped the screen with his fingers, smiled lightly, and returned to him.

"I'm not in the right shape tonight."

Less than ten seconds later, there was an extra sentence on the screen.

"No show"

"That's right, this time I'm playing a high school student in a social welfare institution."

There was no new news on the screen for a long time, like a silent silence, but before the screen was about to go dark, Qi Ping finally replied.

"you have me"

Zhang Anran sneered, and threw the phone aside.

He thought of that rainy night ten years ago, when he was flustered and embarrassed, Qi Ping appeared in front of him holding an umbrella like this, and said to him - don't be afraid, you have me.

Zhang Anran believed this sentence at the time, paid all the trust, and bred too much emotion in the trust. When they met, fell in love, and got married, everything was just right, like a perfect drama.

Until Zhang Anran discovered that from their encounter, it was a carefully arranged calculation.

Now that I revisit the old promises, I can't find much nostalgia.But in the end, the relationship is broken, and the sewing is sticky and sticky, and occasionally they can pretend that nothing happened.

Before it was completely dark, the car arrived at the community of Zhang Anran's house. Zhang Anran got out of the car, and when he reached the door of his house, he paused for a moment before reaching out to knock the door. With a light push, the door was indeed ajar.

The sound of cooking came from the kitchen, and an overly familiar figure could be vaguely seen. Zhang Anran took off his shoes, put them on the shoe cabinet, changed into slippers, and entered the house.

The smell of food permeated the air, the lighting was adjusted to the softest brightness, there were several bags of open-mouthed snacks on the coffee table, and even a plate of oranges cut into pieces, the TV was turned to mute, and the video playing on the screen It was Zhang Anran's concert.

Zhang Anran pressed the remote control, and he heard his own singing.

He sat on the sofa, reached out for a piece of orange, lowered his head and took a bite, it was sour and sweet, and the irritability lingering in his heart was magically weakened a little.

Look at the snacks again, most of them are low-fat and delicious. He didn’t control himself, he grabbed a little bit of everything, and he was half full. Qi Ping also opened the kitchen door. Dragging the tray, he said to him: "There are still some in the kitchen, you bring them out."

Zhang Anran patted his fingers, went into the kitchen over his body, turned on the rice cooker, filled two bowls of rice, and brought it out together with the big bowl of fragrant soup.

Qi Ping took off his apron, and after Zhang Anran put down his things, he straightened the table and asked Zhang Anran's favorite dishes to be closer to Zhang Anran.

Zhang Anran sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and started to eat. Qi Ping observed carefully for more than ten seconds, and found that the other party was still in a daze, and he became more and more worried.

He was very afraid that Zhang Anran would not be able to make a play.

"Today's beef is a bit old, are you still used to it?"

"pretty good."

"The soup is a bit hot, drink it slowly."

"it is good."

"Is the filming going well? Did the crew encounter any unhappy things?"

"Successful, no."

Zhang Anran's attitude tonight was very gentle, and he even answered every question, but it was too gentle, as if he had been covered with a thick mask, like a different person in his skin.

Qi Ping lowered his eyelids, thinking whether he should take advantage of the fire or take it slowly.

In the end, he was worried about Zhang Anran, he raised his head, and said to his sweetheart: "After dinner, let's go out for a walk?"

Zhang Anran's eyes landed on Qiping's eyebrows, and then slid to the corner of his slightly upturned mouth, and calmly replied: "Okay."

Qi Ping sent a few messages with his mobile phone, then finished the meal with Zhang Anran, and then threw the bowls and chopsticks into the dishwasher.

He wiped off the water stains on his fingertips, changed into his outwear, and helped Zhang Anran put on his coat. The two of them entered the elevator, arm in arm, affectionately.

The numbers on the display screen were changing slowly, but Zhang Anran's brain couldn't stop. The past experience and the content of the script overlapped and played in his mind, making him unable to distinguish between fantasy and reality.Fortunately, the weight on the arm made him know that he was not alone, he saw Qi Ping.

Qi Ping didn't miss his abnormality, he deliberately increased the strength of his arm, in fact, he wanted to hug his lover more, but that was too intimate.

One of Qi Ping's assistants was waiting downstairs and opened the rear door familiarly. Qi Ping and Zhang Anran sat side by side. Mental state of subordinates in front.

The assistant was also very calm, he knew that Qi Ping was always very different in front of Zhang Anran.