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"Thank you monitor? Why?" Lin Jiu was a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er.

Yan Si and Lin Jiu explained: "He helped me sort out the biographies of the characters and gave me some suggestions."

The conversation between the two was clearly heard through the earphones with a good amplifying effect. Wen Suixin, who had already moved to Lin Jiu's seat, raised his head quickly and turned to Xie Zhi after hearing this sentence.

Wen Suixin gave Xie Zhi a hard look with a very scary look, making Xie Zhi shiver.

"Wow!!!"

Before Wen Suixin, who had frightening eyes, could speak, a nice female voice sounded from behind him.

Wen Suixin and Xie Zhi turned their heads at the same time, and saw Song Ling in a down jacket appearing behind them, staring at Xie Zhi with beautiful eyes.

Song Ling: "Brother Xie Zhi, can you still write biographies?"

Xie Zhi was embarrassed and very modest: "No... no, it's just... I wrote one according to my own understanding."

"So you know how to write?!" Song Ling said immediately, "Mr. Liang's biography, can you show me too?"

Xie Zhi: "..."

this……

Yan Si: "Of course, Sister Ling."

Xie Zhi turned his head, Yan Si in a windbreaker walked towards him with a smile, and beside Yan Si, Lin Jiu who was full of joy followed.

Xie Zhi felt that his shoulder was lightly pressed, and then Yan Si let go of his shoulder, and took out a folded printing paper from the windbreaker pocket.

Before Yan Si unfolded the printing paper and handed it to Song Ling, he suddenly thought of something and said to Xie Zhi, "This is my copy."

Xie Zhi didn't understand, just nodded: "Yeah."

Yan Si: "The one you gave me, put it in the hotel... well protected."

Xie Zhi looked at Yan Si, and after a second, he came to his senses.

Xie Zhi lowered his head, suppressing the smile on his face.

Song Ling took the printing paper, sat down on the small bench next to Wen Suixin, and began to look through it.

Wen Suixin straightened her back, squinted at the printing paper Song Ling was holding, and wished her eyes could fly to the paper—fortunately, Song Ling's reading speed was moderate, which did not affect Wen Suixin's reading.

However, Song Ling only turned a third of the page, then slowly lowered the printing paper, raised her head, and stared at Xie Zhi with burning eyes.

Wen Suixin glanced at the hanging printing paper rather resentfully, closed his eyes, pretended to watch the monitor, but pricked up his ears to listen to Xie Zhi's movements.

Xie Zhi looked at Song Ling's sharp gaze, and shrank back: "Song... Sister Song Ling."

Song Ling: "Thank you brother Zhi."

Xie Zhi almost cried in fright: "Sister Song Ling, just say what you want."

Song Ling: "To tell you the truth, my sister has something to ask."

Xie Zhi was so frightened that he quickly stood up and shook his head: "Sister, tell me, I will work hard!"

Song Ling: "Such a biography, can you sort out one for me?"

Xie Zhi: "Ah...?"

Song Ling sighed, and when she spoke again, her tone was a little cautious: "Is it too troublesome?"

"No, no, no." Xie Zhi quickly shook his head, "Of course not, actually..."

Song Ling: "Actually?"

Xie Zhi: "Actually...I wrote yours last night by the way—if you don't mind..."

Lin Jiu was looking at the monitor, and repeatedly tuned out the passages he had just filmed to watch, but the director who was listening to all directions still heard this sentence.

Lin Jiu wore a sweet strawberry-flavored smile, stretched his arms and pointed to the distance: "Over there, there is a printer over there!"

Xie Zhi: "Thank you Director Lin."

Hearing this, Xie Zhi immediately took out his mobile phone and prepared to connect it to print via Bluetooth.

However, just as Xie Zhi took a step, Wen Suixin, who had been pretending to watch the monitor, stood up.

Wen Suixin stood in front of Xie Zhi, staring at him, without saying a word, with a complicated and deep expression, as if he was thinking about how to curse someone, and seemed a little embarrassed.

Xie Zhi and Wen Suixin stared at each other for a long time, Xie Zhi mustered up his courage: "Wen Wen..."

Is Wen Bian angry?

After all... I mess around with other people's scripts and write biographies.

Xie Zhi looked at Wen Bian, pursed his lips, and blinked his eyes cautiously; seeing that something was wrong, Yan Si also quietly walked towards Xie Zhi, thinking that something was wrong, he stopped in front of him.

The atmosphere at the scene was frozen.

Song Ling also stood up, and after another 2 minutes, Lin Jiu, who had been watching the monitor silly, seemed to realize something was wrong, took off his earphones, and slowly raised his head.

"You..." Wen Suixin's expression was complicated, as if he was enduring some pain. Finally, he lowered his head in frustration and sighed, "You... can you make me a copy of the biography of these two people?"

Xie Zhi went to print, and when he came back, Yan Si had already gone to make up shots.

"Sister Song Ling." Xie Zhi passed the message to Song Ling, and then carefully put his hands in front of Wen Suixin, "Bian Wen...this."

"En." Wen Suixin took the biography, and after another long time, squeezed through his teeth, "Thank you."

Xie Zhi hurriedly said he didn't dare, and quickly shrank to Lin Jiu's side, watching the monitor with him.

Song Ling took the biography and felt that it was cold outside, so she went back to her car to read it.

However, Wen Suixin started to flip the page as soon as she sat down, turning the pages quickly with her red fingertips, flipping through the pages at a glance, and then started from the beginning again, reading carefully.

When Yan Si came back after completing the close-up, Wen Suixin was still reading.

At noon, everyone went to eat dumplings together. Wen Suixin didn't go, but was still reading.

In the afternoon, Yan Si, who ended today's filming early, was allowed to go back to the hotel to rest early, and Qin Langming and Song Ling's rivalry scene was moved to the afternoon to start filming.

Qin Langming didn't receive the notice that today's break was canceled and he was coming back to shoot at eleven o'clock. He hurriedly finished his makeup and hair, and rushed to the set. Before he entered, he was grabbed by Wen Suixin who was guarding the door.

"Wen Bian..." Qin Langming looked at his grabbed sleeves, and the tall man of 1.8 meters shrank, looking quite pitiful——No way, although Qin Langming is a tough guy, Wen Suixin is really scary .

Wen Suixin let out a "huh" and shook a few pieces of printing paper in his hand.

Wen Suixin: "Have you written any biographies?"

Qin Langming: "Huh?"

Wen Suixin frowned: "Biography, are you deaf?"

Qin Langming: "Oh, oh, biography, right?"

Catch people and stare at them to death, just ask a biography? ——Qin Langming is a professional actor, an actor for many years, and has won numerous awards. Of course there are biographies for character analysis, and there are tens of thousands of words, okay? !

Qin Langming: "Of course! Do you want to see it?"

"Oh." Wen Suixin suddenly remembered something, and added, "I didn't ask you to write that."

Qin Langming: "Huh?"

Wen Suixin: "I'm asking you, go to Xie Zhi for help."

Qin Langming: "?????"

Xie Zhi, who's here—oh yes, according to my assistant's popular science, it's the boy Yan Si brought?

Has Xie Zhi written a biography? ? ?

Looking at his expression, Wen Suixin knew what was going on, and shook his head: "No?"

Qin Langming: "Temporarily...no."

Wen Suixin snorted very emotionally: "Then you missed a hundred million!"

Qin Langming: "????"

What exactly does this mean? ? ?

Wen Suixin speaks Chinese, but I don't know what it means when they are strung together? ? ?

This... Wen Bian really lives up to his name, and he has become more and more free-spirited recently.

Wen Suixin didn't get what he wanted, and after saying "Missing a hundred million", he let go of Qin Langming's hand very casually, and dragged away for two to five to eighty thousand.

Qin Lang was in a mess in the wind, and finally could only touch the back of his head and go to filming first.

Qin Langming was full of doubts, but he finished the afternoon shooting brilliantly. He went back to the hotel in the evening and discussed the matter with his assistant. In the end, the assistant came forward to communicate with Shi Cheng. Zhi has long written a biography of the hero.

It was eleven o'clock when the assistant came back. The film star Qin Langming always tried to be as regular as possible, so he didn't start reading until he got in the car the next morning.

Then, he couldn't let go.

Qin Langming put on makeup and read it, got in the car and read it, and when he arrived on the set, he still read it with his hands in his hands.

It snowed again last night, Qin Langming stepped on the white snow, and there were small snowflakes falling in the whiteness of the world, sprinkled on his biography, matching the hero's past experience in the biography, as much as possible, as appropriate. How miserable how miserable.

Qin Langming didn't care about his eye makeup, and was just about to cry bitterly, but the biography was snatched away.

"I'll do it to you—" Qin Langming was about to scold his mother, when he saw the editor Wen holding the script in front of him, and shrank on the spot, "Ahaha, it's you, editor Wen."

Wen Wen was the first on the set, who dares to provoke, anyway, Qin Langming didn't dare.

Wen Suixin squeezed the biography and shook it: "I'll read it first, and you'll read it after finishing it."

Qin Langming: "..."

Wen Suixin: "Do you mind?"

Qin Langming: ...

Don't mind, don't mind.

Except for the "evil" incident such as Qin Langming's biography being robbed, the entire crew was peaceful.

Wen Suixin was so busy reading biographies and drawing sketches that he didn't even grab Lin Jiu's sweet potato powder.

On the morning of the third day since Yan Si was praised, at the entrance of the hotel.

Yan Si stood at the door of the glass door, did not lift the cotton curtain to insulate the cold, turned around, and said to Xie Zhi: "Let's send it here, it's cold outside."

Xie Zhi: "Then go out and get in the car quickly, don't catch a cold."

Yan Si: "Got it - you don't have to worry too much, just take a break after doing homework for a while."

Xie Zhi: "Okay."

Yan Si: "Also watch less movies, don't stare at the computer every day."

Xie Zhi: "Yes."

Yan Si: "Why do you like watching movies so much recently? I didn't realize that you like watching movies at school before?"

Xie Zhi: "..."

Recently, Xie Zhi has kept reading three movies a day every day, just to make up for his insufficient number of movies to read, and to prepare for the art exam in the second year.

Xie Zhi didn't expect Yan Si to notice this matter.

Before Xie Zhi could think of how to reply to Yan Si, Ji Zeyang walked in from the door and urged Yan Si to get in the car quickly.

Yan Si didn't care about the trivial matter of Xie Zhi watching a movie, and waved to him, signaling him to go back to his room.

Before going out, Yan Si thought of something again, turned around and said, "Oh, by the way, there is an interview after work, and I may have to come back later."

Xie Zhi nodded: "Okay, then I'll have dinner after you come back."

Yan Si didn't mean that, but when he heard Xie Zhi say that, he smiled, hummed, and then went out.

Xie Zhi watched Yan Si's nanny car leave, and then entered the elevator to swipe his card to go to his room on the twelfth floor.

Xie Zhi collected the messy homework for the winter vacation on the table, wiped the small whiteboard that the teacher had written yesterday and hadn’t wiped it clean, tidied everything up, opened the door, sat on the sofa with his knees together, turned on the computer, and took advantage of the teacher’s Watch a movie before coming.

Xie Zhi had just turned on his mac, and before he had time to click on the movie list that Ye Zhiyuan had given him, he heard a voice on WeChat.

Xie Zhi clicked on the word of the film list, picked up his mobile phone, and opened WeChat.

The sender is Lin Jiu's WeChat account, but...

Lin Jiu: [I am Wen Suixin. 】

Lin Jiu: [at seven o'clock tonight, come to my room for a chat. 】

Xie Zhi actually didn't know what Wen Suixin wanted to do with him, but at seven o'clock in the evening, he still went to Wen Suixin's room as promised.

Before leaving, Xie Zhi and Shi Cheng talked about their whereabouts.

After the interview with Yan Si, I arrived at the hotel at 07:30. I went back to the two rooms and searched, but I didn't see anyone, so I was in a hurry.

"Where's Xie Zhi?" Yan Si rushed out of the room, and asked Shi Cheng to ask for someone.

Shi Cheng: "Ah yes, I forgot to tell you, he went to Wenbian's room."

Yan Si: "... what?"

Shi Cheng: "It was Xie Zhi who told me that Wen Bian asked him to go to his room at night, and then he went."

What a mess!

Yan Si's head exploded in an instant - at night, an adult man called the squad leader who had just grown up to his room, what does it mean? ? ?

This is the entertainment industry, the entertainment industry with the most unspoken rules!

Reason told Yan Si that this was not the case, but he rushed towards the elevator quickly, and hurried to Wen Suixin's room on the tenth floor.

The door of Wen Suixin's room was not closed tightly, Yan Si ignored the rules and was about to push the door open and enter.

Yan Si's hand had just reached out to the door, and before he had time to exert force, he heard a burst of furious voice from inside.

Lin Jiulei was furious: "Damn it!!! You old Wen!! I told you to add a role for Xie Zhi and you won't add it!! You are waiting for me here!!"

Yan Si frowned, slowly withdrew his hand, didn't go in, and stood at the door.

Wen Suixin: "Who is waiting for you? I read his biography - I respect talents!"

Lin Jiu: "Are you saying that I don't respect talents??? I'm sure, come on, come on, look at Xie Zhi!"

As Lin Jiu spoke, he pinched Xie Zhi's face and turned towards Wen Suixin - Lin Jiu never knew tenderness, Xie Zhi's cheeks were sore when he pinched Xie Zhi, and he stared at Wen Suixin with tears in his eyes. Writer Wen Da.

On the contrary, his eyebrows and eyes are more vivid, cool and picturesque.

"Look carefully, look carefully!!!" Lin Jiuchong squeezed Xie Zhi's face, and Wen Suixin yelled, "What kind of face is this?? Big! Silver! Screen! Face! Do you know what a big screen face is?? You Do you know what can't be met??"

"Damn it!" Wen Suixin also got angry and slapped the table directly, "Damn Lin Jiu, why didn't I realize that you are so superficial before! You are so childish!"

Wen Suixin shook the biography of the a4 character in his hand, and shouted at Lin Jiu: "Did you see it? This is something written by his age--the face will age over time, and the strength of the writing will accumulate over the years. He has talent, why should he let it go?" People rely on their faces!"

Lin Jiu: "Fuck your mother's face that has been aging for years. It's your kind of rubbing that is aging. Xie Zhi can play a boy at the age of 60!"

Xie Zhi: "...?"

Xie Zhi gently raised his hand, the two of them quarreled like black-eyed chickens, no one looked at Xie Zhi.

Xie Zhi persuaded softly: "Uncle Lin, Uncle Wen, please stop arguing."

Wen Suixin: "It's not difficult for you to find a pretty face who can act, but how difficult it is for me to find someone who can write scripts, do you know?"

Lin Jiu: "Who said it's not difficult, you are showing great disrespect to the casting director!"

Xie Zhi: "..."

Xie Zhi could see that these two people would not stop. They had perpetual motion machines installed on them, and they could argue from now to the future with just one topic.

A major breakthrough in the history of human invention!

Xie Zhi took a deep breath, collected himself, and said loudly: "Please don't quarrel!!!!"

Just as Lin Jiu and Wen Suixin rolled up their sleeves and were about to start a fight with their hair, they were taken aback by Xie Zhi's sudden anger. They turned their heads and stared at Xie Zhi blankly.

The room was finally quiet.

Xie Zhi's courage gradually decreased along with his voice, and he slowly sat down on the sofa stool, not daring to look at the two of them.

Xie Zhi: "Don't quarrel...Actually...I've already decided to take the art test, and I'm majoring in editing and directing, and the class has been transferred."

Wen Suixin's mouth opened slightly.

When Xie Zhi said this, he suddenly remembered something. He raised his head, and a particularly beautiful smile bloomed on that so-called "big screen face that can't be met".

"I want to become a very good screenwriter." Xie Zhi said seriously, "Then, give me the important... Yan Si, write a very good story."

Yan Si stood at the door, his hand was still on the doorknob, the next moment, he pulled the door out, shutting Xie Zhi's sincerity inside without revealing it.

Closed in his own heart.

Yan Si knew.

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