Idol and I are the hottest in the whole network [Entertainment]

Although Xie Zhi's voice was very soft, it was still clear through the door panel.

Yan Si bounced off the bed almost instantly, jumped off the bed, and rushed to the door with no slippers on.

Yan Si just rushed to the door, stopped his footsteps urgently, and tore open the closet next to him.

Yan Si buttoned the unraveled bathrobe to his chest, slightly pushed back his messy hair, while closing the cabinet door with his right hand, he also opened the door knocked by Xie Zhi with his left hand.

Yan Si looked down at Xie Zhi, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and tried to speak calmly: "Why are you here?"

With Xie Zhi behind his back, the hand holding a stack of bound printing paper was instantly clenched.

Yan Si asked this question too well!Xie Zhi also wanted to ask himself - why did you come here? ? ? ?

When he just printed out the word and bound it, Xie Zhi didn't think about anything, he just wanted to show it to Yan Si as soon as possible, but he didn't find out until he rushed to Yan Si's door.

Why are you so excited? ? ? ?

I don’t know if that stuff is good or bad, let alone if it’s written in a smooth manner, what if there are typos? ?

Xie Zhi was silent, Yan Si stared at him, neither of them spoke, the atmosphere was rather strange.

At this moment, the elevator not far from the corridor dinged.

Wearing a suit and tie, the handsome waiter who pushed a dining car came out of the elevator. Before he could take a step, he was almost scared back into the elevator by two people standing at the door staring at him.

what's the situation? ? ?

The handsome waiter stood at the elevator door and looked at the two of them. After a minute, he suddenly remembered something. He lowered his head to check the list in his hand, and found——

Of the two meals, one is for this open door.

The handsome guy chose between "run away" and "finish the work", and finally bit the bullet and selected the option of "finish the work".

Pushing the dining trolley to the door of Yansi's room, the waiter lifted the heat preservation cover: "Hello, sir, this is your dinner order..."

Yan Si let out a "hmm" and didn't say thank you. He suddenly remembered something and saw another meal with a lid on it. He was so blessed that he asked, "What about this one? Is it for the door opposite?"

Waiter: "Yes, sir."

Yan Si: "Give me the two copies, the room opposite is his."

The waiter said "ah" and then "oh" again, and finally figured out that the two male guests had indeed booked two rooms and had dinner in one room.

With a calm face, the waiter handed the two meals to Yan Si who stretched out his arms.

Yan Si held a meal in one hand, Xie Zhi followed him into the room.

The two arrived at the French window almost at the same time, Xie Zhi took advantage of Yan Si's bending over to put the dinner plate on, threw his printed manuscript onto the sofa, and then sat down.

Yan Si set up the two plates. He himself ordered a steak meal from Shi Cheng, while Xie Zhi ordered a bowl of wonton noodles.

Showing off his knife and fork, Yan Si gracefully cut off a piece of meat and put it on Xie Zhi's dinner plate: "Eat more meat, you look thinner."

"No, no, eat more." Xie Zhi wanted to return the meat, "You didn't eat much for lunch today."

Xie Zhi's chopsticks holding the steak had just reached halfway, when they were pushed back by Yan Si's fork.

"I won't eat that." Yan Si said, "Your wonton tastes delicious, give me one?"

Xie Zhi quickly put down the steak, his eyes rolled around in the bowl, and he accurately picked up the largest wonton, hung it in the air, and asked, "Where do you put it?"

Yan Si smiled and opened his mouth: "Here."

Xie Zhi: "..."

He hesitated in the air with the fingers holding the wonton, and finally, Xie Zhi still put it into Yan Si's mouth.

Yan Si pushed the wonton into the left side of the mouth and chewed, while chewing, he looked at Xie Zhixiao. After a few tens of seconds, he finished chewing the wonton, and when he swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled down very obviously.

Xie Zhi who has been staring at Yan Si: "..."

After Yan Si finished eating the wontons, he lowered his head again, and cut a piece of the nondescript fried egg, then, ignoring any dining etiquette, stuck the fried egg with a fork and lifted it up.

"Take another egg." Yan Si said, "Swap the noodles, and try the noodles made here."

Xie Zhi had no choice but to wrap his chopsticks in noodles softly, and fed them to Yan Si.

"Is it delicious?" Xie Zhi stared at Yan Si again.

Yan Si: "It's okay, I feel like the taste is gone before I eat it."

Xie Zhi: "...then... do you want more?"

Yan Si: "Let's try again."

Don't talk about family conditions, just talk about idol Yansi who earns more than [-] million by himself, but he can't even afford a wonton in a hotel, so he can only rely on other people's hard work to maintain.

Those who hear it are sad, and those who see it weep.

The two poor ghosts of the epic level returned to the state of eating hot pot at school. You feed me a bite, and I feed you a bite of the hotel's mediocre dinner.

In the end, it is unclear who eats more steaks and who eats more wontons.

Yan Si called the room service to come over to collect the dishes, the handsome guy just came and quickly took away the dishes, and also gave two cups of hot tea as a gift for the two people who couldn't afford the third meal.

The guest room guy gently closed the door, and the room fell into silence again. Two people sat facing the snow scene, with a cup of hot tea in front of one person, and the smoke was curling up, but the atmosphere was a bit embarrassing.

Xie Zhi's butt could clearly feel the shape of the paper, but he didn't know how to speak.

Yan Si: "You..."

Xie Zhi immediately looked up at Yan Si.

Yan Si: "How did you... come to my room?"

Xie Zhi: "..."

Xie Zhi was silent for a moment, put his hand down, and touched the edge of a page.

Yan Si looked at Xie Zhi through the tea mist, waiting for his answer.

Xie Zhi grabbed the paper tightly, and after a while, he asked, "I told you, can you stop laughing at me?"

Yan Si: "When did I laugh at you?"

Xie Zhi: "What if it's childish and immature?"

Yan Si: "Then I..."

Xie Zhi looked at Yan Si nervously, holding the papers tightly, as if his answer would determine the life or death of these papers.

"Then I." Yan Si said, "I'll like it too—"

Yan Si: "Immature squad leader? Isn't this also very interesting?"

Xie Zhi looked at Yan Si, and finally made up his mind.

Xie Zhi lifted one of his buttocks, took out a few pieces of paper, squeezed them in his hands, and straightened the bent corners.

Xie Zhi handed the sorted paper to Yan Si.

Yan Si took it with both hands, looked at the blank cover, and asked, "What is this?"

"I wrote it for you, Mr. Liang's biography."

Xie Zhi was busy all afternoon, writing a biography for Yan Si.

After watching Yan Si's filming all morning, he could also see that Yan Si didn't really understand the character of Mr. Liang - it's normal, after all, this character is too far away from Yan Si's life.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the difference between cloud and mud.

Yan Si was repeatedly teased by Lin Jiu, in fact, it was the unfamiliarity between him and Mr. Liang.

"Character biography..." Yan Si pinched the page in his hand and flipped through it, "Have you written so much in one afternoon?"

Xie Zhi: "Not much—if it helps you."

Yan Si's voice was a little hoarse, he swallowed his saliva, didn't say thank you, just said: "Then let me take a look first."

Yan Si held the biography that Xie Zhi had given him, and was just about to put it on the table, but found that there seemed to be a little oil on it, so he stood up holding the script, and sat by the bed to read.

Yan Si sat on the bed in the hotel, the edges were sunken, Yan Si's legs were crossed and retracted, and with the help of the dim desk lamp, Yan Si turned over page by page.

After more than an hour, Yan Si finally finished reading the biography written by Xie Zhi.

In fact, it is not so much a biography of a character as it is a novel with Mr. Liang as the main character, which is soul-stirring and fascinating.

Yan Si closed the last page and looked up at Xie Zhi.

Xie Zhi was apprehensive: "Have you finished watching?"

Yan Si: "I've finished reading it—squad leader, you...you wrote it really well."

Xie Zhi blinked.

Yan Si: "This story is very touching. It's not dogmatic at all."

It's not that Lin Jiu didn't let Yan Si do his homework, such as removing the performance instructions, ticking out the action words, filling out the imaginary form, etc., but none of them are written in Xie Zhi's way.

It seems that a living Mr. Liang really lived once in Yan Si's life.

This is something only Xie Zhi can do.

After all, before writing biographies, he was a very powerful fan novelist in the circle. In order to write for Yan Si, he studied a lot of novel writing skills.

Those skills are not only literary, but also suitable for the reading habits of modern people, and of course they can make people read them as soon as they are read.

Seeing Yan Si's expression, Xie Zhi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Si lowered his head again, opened the biography, flipped through a few pages, and then closed it again. He didn't seem to come out, and muttered to himself: "He... so he is such a person."

Xie Zhi: "I understand that he is like this."

Yan Si: "I always felt that there was a layer of fog between me and him, but now... I finally see him clearly."

Yan Si: "Can you help me get the script over there?"

Xie Zhi looked at the way Yan Si pointed, and immediately went to take the script.

Yan Si took the script, patted the seat next to him, and asked Xie Zhi to sit over.

Xie Zhi immediately sat next to Yan Si, there was only a short distance between the two of them, Yan Si opened the script and showed Xie Zhi the content to be filmed tomorrow.

"Look here, this is the scene I'm going to shoot tomorrow." Yan Si said.

"En." Xie Zhi nodded.

Yan Si: "I have always been unable to understand why he would complete the task alone, and why he would choose this way."

Xie Zhi looked at Yan Si's profile seriously.

Yan Si: "But now, I understand - he will only make such a choice."

Yan Si closed the script, put it on the other side with the biography, and stood up.

"Can you watch me perform?" Yan Si asked.

"You...you can also use an affirmative sentence." Xie Zhi said softly.

"Okay." Yan Si laughed, "Then... watch my performance."

Xie Zhi: "Okay, please."

Yan Si moved the sofa and coffee table where he ate, closed the neckline of his bathrobe, and then performed directly in front of Xie Zhi.

The hotel does not have any props, nor does it have any gorgeous scenery. Yan Si is wearing funny clothes, but soon, Xie Zhi followed him through the streets and alleys of the last century, and heard the news of the train station he was going to. Dwarf whistle.

Finally, when Yan Si fell to the side of the sofa, Xie Zhi curled his index finger knuckles and rubbed under his eyes.

Yan Si sat on the carpet and watched Xie Zhi.

Yan Si: "Is it okay?"

Xie Zhi: "It's great! It's super good! It's great!"

Yan Si smiled, not sure: "Is there a compliment from Yan Si's filter?"

"Absolutely not—" Xie Zhi shook his head, "You will definitely become a very great actor."

"Boom-thump-thump-"

As soon as Xie Zhi finished speaking, a dull bell sounded from outside the window—there was an ancient clock in this small town, which would strike once every night at ten o'clock on time.

Only then did Xie Zhi realize that it was very late.

Xie Zhi: "Are you going to get up at five o'clock tomorrow for filming?"

Yan Si: "Almost, tomorrow I will be filming a bit heavy scenes."

Xie Zhi: "Then... shall I go back to sleep?"

Yan Si didn't object, nor did he agree—he sat on the floor, stroking the soft carpet with his fingers, his thoughts still immersed in the drama just now.

Yan Si felt that he suddenly found some feelings when he was playing the prince of the human race, but...why is this?

Xie Zhi moved a few steps towards the door, and when he reached the entrance, he turned his head unwillingly.

Xie Zhi scratched his hands, and the words seemed to be very difficult: "That..."

Yan Si who was sitting on the floor looked up at Xie Zhi.

Xie Zhi didn't say a word, but the corners of his eyes and behind his ears had already started to turn pink - all the places that could expose him surrendered together, exposing him thoroughly.

Xie Zhi took a breath, then let it out, took a breath, and then let it out again, in the end he didn't dare to look at Yan Si, only dared to look at the floor in front of him.

Xie Zhi: "In the room today..."

Yan Si tilted his head, looked at Xie Zhi whirling, but still didn't react.

Xie Zhi: "That bed in the room...isn't it occupied?"

"Crack...bounce..."

Yan Si, who was still thinking about the great drama art just now, clearly heard the sound of something breaking inside his head. He looked at the monitor in front of him who lowered his head, not daring to face him, and instantly became "getting angry".

The large bathrobe covered up the fire, but it couldn't cover up the unbridled impulse.

Yan Si exhausted all his strength to restrain himself, so he didn't just jump up from the ground and drag the monitor to his bed.

"Cough..." Yan Si's eyes were full of primitive desires, his right hand tightly grasped the fluff of the carpet, restraining his impulse.

"You..." When Yan Si spoke, his voice was already hoarse, "Go back first, I'll come and find you later."

Xie Zhi: "Okay - I won't close the door, wait a minute..."

What an outrageous statement this is! ! !

Xie Zhi didn't even think that he dared to say such bold words, so he slapped himself on the face, opened the door and left.

It is no different from running away.

Yan Si looked at Xie Zhi's swaying white neck behind his shirt when he ran away, and couldn't take it anymore, he went into the bathroom and relieved himself a few times before coming out.

Yan Si tidied up his appearance, took the script and biography to be read before going to bed, opened the door, walked through the corridor, and walked into Xie Zhi's room.

Just as Yan Si walked in, walked through the hallway, and saw the bed, he eased his steps.

Xie Zhi had already fallen asleep, so he didn't hug Mac today.The silver computer was placed on the coffee table next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, the pure white printer was thrown on the floor, and the printing paper was scattered into a ball.

Yan Si walked into Xie Zhi and saw him sleeping on the bed, his mouth was pouting, his lips were moist and red, his forehead was loose with loose hair, he looked young and his actual age didn't match.

Yan Si looked at it for a while, pulled up the quilt for Xie Zhi, covered his back, walked around Xie Zhi's bed, but didn't return to the bed he should have occupied, but sat down beside Xie Zhi's bed .

Yan Si sat beside Xie Zhi's bed, watching his sleeping face. After a long time, Yan Si raised the script in his hand, turned it over, and got to the biography of the characters at the back.

Holding up the biography, Yan Si covered the paper on his tall nose bridge, and then the paper hung down and stuck to his lips, touching it.

Xie Zhi didn't know all this, he was supposed to start making up lessons the next day, but he wanted to go to the set to see Yan Si's results today, Yan Si didn't say anything, and told his tutor to wait another day.

Today's filming location was at a train station for exterior scenes, and it took the two of them [-] minutes to arrive by car.

As soon as Xie Zhi arrived on the set, he saw white smoke curling up behind a bunch of monitors. Lin Jiu heard the movement at the door, raised his head, and waved a pair of disposable chopsticks.

"Xiao Xie is here, sit here next to me."

Xie Zhi glanced at Yan Si, Yan Si took him there, the two approached Lin Jiu, only to find that the white smoke rising from his table was a box of self-heating hot pot.

Lin Jiu lifted the lid the moment the two arrived, and the aroma of the hot pot came out, lingering around the entire monitor area.

Xie Zhi took out his mobile phone and checked it—Beijing time, 25:[-] in the morning.

Lin Jiu greeted them very warmly: "Have you eaten yet?"

The corner of Yan Si's mouth twitched, and he asked, "Director, is this your breakfast?"

"That's right." Lin Jiu nodded.

Xie Zhi: "Could it be too... a little greasy."

Lin Jiu: "Of course not. As the saying goes, you have to eat a good breakfast, do you understand?"

Lin Jiu never explained much to people who didn't understand what he was thinking. He broke off another pair of disposable chopsticks and threw them to the person sitting next to the monitor.

Lin Jiu: "Old Wen, eat sweet potato noodles."

It was only then that Yan Si and Xie Zhi noticed that a man was sitting there covered by the monitor, and it was Wen Suixin, the scriptwriter of this drama.

Yan Si: "..."

Yan Si looked at Wen Suixin, and his heart instantly felt like he was being grabbed—Wen Suixin likes to stroll around the set, but usually he doesn't sit behind the monitor unless... that scene is really important.

"I'll go for a walk by myself first." Yan Si said to Lin Jiu.

Lin Jiu was fishing for sweet potato noodles, but without looking up, he hummed and signaled Yan Si to go.

Xie Zhi grabbed the corner of Yan Si's clothes: "Then I also—"

Lin Jiu: "Xiao Xie, sit down, eat some fruit instead of hot pot, come, bananas?"

As soon as Lin Jiu sees Xie Zhi, he can't help but want to put him by his side - he hasn't seen such a close-eyed child in many years, it's comfortable, it's so good.

Xie Zhi couldn't refuse Lin Jiu, so he took a look at Yan Si, who gave Xie Zhi a "Don't worry" look, and left in his windbreaker.

Xie Zhi sat next to Lin Jiu and Wen Suixin.

The moment Wen Suixin took Xie Zhi's seat, he glanced at him indifferently, then lowered his head, and continued to stare at the self-heating hot pot that was almost devoid of sweet potato powder.

Wen Suixin seemed to speak casually: "It seems that I saw you at Yan Si's casting last time?"

Xie Zhi: "Ah, sorry... I don't think I saw you last time."

Wen Suixin: "It doesn't matter."

Wen Suixin found the last potato noodle that slipped through the net, caught it on the chopsticks, but didn't get it out, raised his head and asked Xie Zhi: "Who are you from Yan Si? Assistant?"

"It's Yan Si's baby!"

Lin Jiu's tone was brisk, and as he spoke, he quickly grabbed Wen Suixin's stick of sweet potato powder that hadn't been scooped up, dragged out his chopsticks, and put them directly into his own bowl.

Wen Suixin's attention was snatched away by Lin Jiu in an instant. He looked down at his empty chopsticks and was furious: "Lin! Jiu!"

Lin Jiu: "Jackie Chan and adult insects, each depends on his ability, you told me so back then."

Wen Suixin: "I asked you to buy the special version of the self-heating hot pot with sweet potato powder, you don't buy it!!"

Lin Jiuyi shrugged: "Then there is no flavor. For example, movies, of course, are all kinds of things mixed together so as not to be monotonous and boring, but the side dishes here cast the soul of sweet potato noodles!"

Wen Suixin: "Nonsense, it's all nonsense—"

A super-powerful screenwriter in the industry, an ace director in the industry, partners for many years, fight over a piece of sweet potato powder, this is a rare spectacle, but the third person present did not notice what happened at all.

The dispute between Lin Jiu and Wen Suixin turned into a noisy and inconspicuous background sound.

Xie Zhi's entire eye corners turned dark red, and he said softly, "No...it's not a baby."

Xie Zhi: "I...we, we..."

The dispute between the two ended when the field manager came to report the situation. Wen Suixin hummed loudly, moved the chair aside, and drew a clear boundary between Chuhe and Han with Lin Jiu.

However, his eyes were still fixed on the monitor seriously.

Lin Jiu looked at the board given to him by the stage manager, and hummed: "The most important thing this morning is the coordination of the time—the actor... I will go to see the actor to rehearse later, don't wait until the actor can catch up Already, there is a problem with your other cooperation."

Field manager: "It's an old partner for many years, don't worry."

Lin Jiu and the stage manager confirmed the time when several props would be on stage, and then got up to watch Yan Si's rehearsal, walked through the scene with him, and sat behind the monitor with a serious expression on his face.

"Okay." Lin Jiu took a deep breath, "Turn on."

The recorder was playing the board in front of Yan Si, Xie Zhi watched the board being played in the camera, his eyes were glued to the monitor.

Lin Jiu is also staring at the camera seriously - he is very nervous, this scene is difficult and very important.

It is no exaggeration to say that Lin Jiu is ready to spend a whole day with Yan Si.

The whistle of the train station sounded, and Yan Si, who was standing in the snow, was walking by the lake of the train station, with a slight limp in his feet.

Yan Si walked slowly under a tree with people coming and going by the lake, turned his head, looked at the crowd behind him, and after confirming that no one was following him, he put his hand into his pocket and took out a wallet.

Yan Si opened the wallet, and inside was a photo of his beloved.

Mr. Liang, before walking to this train station, has been living on this posthumous photo and the desire for revenge. The world has never been fair to him. Without this support, he cannot live.

Yan Si stared at the photo of the deceased for a few seconds.

Lin Jiu clenched his fist behind the monitor, as if he had turned into a soul, following Yan Si in filming, he murmured in a low voice: "It's now... close—"

"It's now." Xie Zhi also said in his heart at the same time, "Throw it away."

Yan Si closed the wallet, casually threw it into the lake.

Lin Jiu's fists froze, Wen Suixin sat up straight from the chair, and the two flung themselves in front of the monitor.

Yan Si didn't look back, after throwing away the wallet, he walked towards the train station gate without looking back.

The steps are firm and the eyes are steady.

When Mr. Liang threw away his wallet, he threw away all his cowardice, negativity, and hatred. Now, he only represents the belief in his heart.

Wen Suixin burst into tears, and he murmured to himself in front of the camera: "Yes, that's right, Mr. Liang is such a person..."

Xie Zhi didn't hear Wen Suixin's words to himself, he just followed Yan Si with his eyes, watching him walk into the train station.

The scene manager was sweating. In fact, at this point, Lin Jiu should have called cut, and the next shot will be taken after the next shot, but if Lin Jiu didn't call, he could only continue.

Hurry up and direct everyone in the photography team, the props team and the actors team to be in place, and everyone started to act in this state.

Unpreparedly thrown in front of the camera, everyone revealed a very natural anxiety, this anxiety - a natural lens!

Yan Si walked through the train carriages, and the wired cameras followed him until finally Mr. Liang jumped off the train, and the blasting team prepared to detonate the train at a safe distance.

With the sound of "bang", Lin Jiu jumped out from behind the monitor, shouted "cut!!!!", and then ran into the layout of the train station.

A few seconds later, Lin Jiu also appeared on the monitor. He ran to Yan Si, jumped up and patted Yan Si on the head, overjoyed: "Okay! It's really great!"

Lin Jiu: "You boy, how did you improve so much in one night??"

"Is this?" Yan Si didn't play a role. At this moment, he panted slightly, as if he had turned his head hard before he thought of the answer.

Yan Si turned to a camera and smiled at that camera.

Xie Zhi heard Yan Si's voice coming from the earphones that Lin Jiu dropped.

Yan Si said: "Then I have to thank my monitor."