give you a soft spot

The game didn't last long. After the game, everyone roughly divided into two groups. One group went to dinner, and the other group went back to the hotel.

When I walked out of the arena, Xi Zhuo and I walked with our backs. I went back to look for Sun Ji, but I didn't see the boy.

Bai Yang, who was looking for someone with the same appearance as me, glanced over and waved at me. After receiving the signal, I trotted past against the flow of people.

He handed me two big paper bags, which contained the clothes Xi Zhuo had changed from playing. He said that it was inconvenient to carry large bags with him when he went to dinner. By the way, take it back to the hotel and send it to Xi Zhuo's room.

I glanced at Xi Zhuo, who was joking with others but looking towards me, then turned around and hurried away with my bag in hand.

I took a ride with a videographer from the same crew, and I wanted to go all the way to the hotel, but when I carefully put the room card that Bai Yang gave me into my pocket, I happened to touch the button, so I asked the cameraman to wait halfway. parked the car.

When I was queuing up at the supermarket with a needle and thread to check out, I heard two girls behind me talking about Xi Zhuo going to play ball tonight.No need to think about it, there must be various photos and videos on the Internet. Listening to their excited discussions, I also took out my mobile phone to quickly check the news, and I like this feeling of being in it more and more. What is true and what is false, no longer blindly trust the media.

Xi Zhuo's button-down shirt was on the top of the bag. I sewed buttons for him immediately after I returned to the hotel after eating something out. The shirt was completely intact.

I was still dexterous. After sewing the buttons, I tidied up the clothing bags, swiped the room card and pushed open the door of the suite at the end of the corridor.

Of course there was no one in the room. I put my bag at the door and didn’t go inside. I stood there and looked at the luxurious decoration in the room. The price that was several times higher than my standard room gave people a different feeling.

There is a half-open trolley case on the ground not far from the door. It is a custom-made model of a major international brand. Xi Zhuo seems to like the frigid style of design very much, and he basically brings it with him every time he goes out for filming.

There was a notebook on the round table by the window that was rattling by the evening wind that poured in from the window. The pages seemed to be breaking free from the main body, and it was suspected of being blown to pieces.

I closed the door and walked into the room with the warm wall lamp on the wall. After reaching the round table, I bent down and took the creative glass ashtray at hand, trying to press it on the notebook and stop it from continuing to let itself go regardless of the consequences.

It's Xi Zhuo's script, almost every page is covered with post-it notes, and you can see clean and clear handwriting on it.I couldn't help laughing after seeing the weird expressions he drew to remind me, I didn't expect him to be so cute without being known.

I flipped through it at random, but I couldn't stop. Since I was the only one in the room, I boldly flipped through it.

Our staff do not have scripts in their hands, and some are just itineraries printed and distributed by the drama staff. The most detailed ones are just brief descriptions of several scenes and several shots. Only actors can get such detailed scripts. have.

There is always a strong attraction to a story that has only just begun. I stood there and browsed quickly, like a young boy who stole martial arts secrets, roughly absorbing the outline.

Xi Zhuo takes every scene seriously, which is not only shown in the live shooting, he even takes notes on the script in private, which is really dedicated.

When I was about to see the ending, there was a knock on the door, which scared me and immediately put the script back on the table.

Xi Zhuo saw that the lights in the room were on, so he knew that there was a staff member there, and he smiled when he entered the door to make sure it was me.

"It's Cheng Ming."

I was still holding the ashtray in my hand, and smiled awkwardly: "Ah, I came to deliver the clothes. When I saw the script on the table, I just glanced at it."

I'm praying that he doesn't think he's just a nuisance messing around with things.

Xi Zhuo raised his eyebrows as he walked over and asked, "Where did you see it?"

"Niwu enters Qiongshan." Niwu is the monk played by Xi Zhuo.

"Well, there's nothing behind that," he stood in front of me, "he's going to die right away."

I was shocked: "Dead?"

I was staring at Xi Zhuo with a spoiled expression on his face, and he nodded: "Well, he is dead."

I haven't come out of the plot, and I feel sad for the protagonist's doomed tragic departure, and said weakly: "How could it be so miserable."

"It is worth dying to save the world's common people."

Perhaps Xi Zhuo is the most qualified to comment on Ni Wu. After studying the script repeatedly, he must have realized the selfless feelings of sacrificing the ego to achieve the big ego.

Bai Yang interrupted our conversation by knocking on the door, I trotted to open the door.Holding two shirts, he leaned forward and said to Xi Zhuo: "I see that the button of the shirt you are wearing today has fallen off."

Bai Yang's words made me think that I was too serious when Xi Zhuo asked me to sew buttons, and he should be used to replacing broken things with new ones.I turned to let Bai Yang in and told them with a smile that I would go back first.

Before closing the door, I heard Xi Zhuo say, "I like that shirt quite a bit, just sew on the buttons."

Bai Yang laughed and said, "How can anyone know how to sew now?"

That night, Sun Ji came back just before dawn, reeking of alcohol, I was woken up by the sound of him banging on the bathroom door in the dark, so I sat up and turned on the light.

He fell down on the opposite bed and kicked off his shoes: "I woke you up."

"fine."

"I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

"Should I wake you up before work starts?"

"Need not."

So I really didn't wake up Sun Ji, and after six o'clock, I got to the clothing group and hung up my badge and started working.

After Xiaoyou asked me why Sun Ji hadn't come for the third time, I told her about Sun Ji not returning last night and still making up for sleep.

"It's getting more and more outrageous," Xiaoyou complained, "Because Sun Ji came with me this time. When Cindy entrusted me to lead the team, I refused. I have never been able to control him."

It's rare to see Xiaoyou with a bitter face, it can be seen that Sun Ji really gave her a lot of headaches.

"Do you know, Xiaoge? It would be great if everyone around you was like you."

"Me?" I stood up straight and looked at Xiaoyou sideways, "What's wrong with me?"

Xiaoyou put one hand on his hip, just like the name of the dish: "Gentle-tempered, understanding of righteousness, calm in situations, delicate in mind, high-quality aesthetics, anyway, it is very comfortable to get along with."

Looking at me who was slightly dazed, she continued: "People like you are really likable."

Likeable?Even though I was listening to the beautiful words, I felt a sense of disappointment in my heart. I glanced at Xi Zhuo who was talking to another actor in front of the camera: "It doesn't matter if you like it or not. If you don't like it, you will good."

Xiaoyou laughed loudly, and slapped me hard on the back: "Joke, who would hate you!"

A face flashed in my mind, it was the damned He Xiu.