I'm Afraid I'm Now a Salted Fish

Chi Song was so tired, he squeezed Song Zhihuai's fingers and fell asleep again.

... a night of chaotic dreams.

In the early morning of the next day, he was exhausted, and he got up with empty eyes. He went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He was taken aback by himself.

...The small half of his face was covered with povidone iodine, which looked particularly terrifying.

After regaining his senses, his first thought was: Great, take advantage of this injured state to shoot quickly, the current Jian Ning is suitable for this disheveled and disheveled image.

He picked up the towel, unscrewed the water pipe, and carefully wiped his face with water.

Before wiping twice, Chi Song raised his head and saw through the mirror Song Zhihuai standing at the door of the bathroom with a depressed face, he was so frightened that he almost threw the towel in his hand.

Song Zhihuai was awakened by the sound of running water, and when he touched the side, it was already empty.

He was especially prone to hypoglycemia when he got up, and he was already suffering from poor Qi and blood. As soon as he entered the bathroom, he found that Chi Song was actually wiping his face, and Song Zhihuai's unknown fire burned up.

He opened the door of the bathroom, made way for Chi Song, and ordered: "...Come out for me."

Chi Song held the towel and looked at him, his peach eyes wide open.

Song Zhihuai pinched the bridge of his nose, pinched it vigorously, and said coldly: "Go to bed. Don't make me say it a second time."

Chi Song put down the towel and ran out.

When Song Zhihuai returned to the bed full of anger, he looked up and saw Chi Song, and almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Chi Song had already got back into bed, pulled the quilt to wrap himself into a potato ball, so obedient that he had nothing to say.

Song Zhihuai adjusted his mentality, tightened his facial muscles again, walked to the bed and said, "I've already asked you for leave, starting today, for three days."

Chi Song was dumbfounded: "...Huh?"

Song Zhihuai asked indifferently: "Is there any problem?"

Chi Song hasn't seen Song Zhihuai so strict for a long time.

In his memory, the last time he was so indifferent to himself was at Nebula Entertainment's annual meeting a few years ago.

At that time, Song Zhihuai hadn't participated in the audition yet.

Before the annual meeting started, Chi Song was urged by his manager at the time, Sister Li, to behave well in front of Mr. Song. If he was favored by Mr. Song, he might have a chance to come back to life.

Chi Song was so excited by Sister Li's pre-war speech that he ran to the toilet to drain the water before the toast, for fear that when facing the big boss, his legs would become weak for a while and he would have some physiological reaction.

He couldn't die, just as he undid his trousers, a tall shadow loomed over him.

Chi Song is probably in the second echelon in height among the male stars in the entertainment industry, and the man beside him is obviously already the mainstay in the first echelon.

Chi Song turned to look at him.

Song Zhihuai was standing beside him, noticing that Chi Song's eyes were on him, he also glanced at him lightly, before responding.

Chi Song was so frightened by this look that he almost pulled up his pants and stood at attention.

Chi Song has a problem, if someone is standing beside him, he can't release it at all.

For a while, the atmosphere in the toilet was extremely awkward.

Song Zhihuai was very calm, with an expressionless look on his face, but Chi Song's back was already sweating.

He silently lowered his head and put on his pants.

Stories like "The leader goes to the bathroom in person" flashed through Chi Song's mind, but in the end he mustered up the courage and could only greet Song Zhihuai respectfully: "...Hello, Mr. Song."

Song Zhihuai: "Well, good."

When Chi Song escaped from the bathroom, his shirt was wet, and he calmed down after drinking a glass of sparkling mineral water.

... Mr. Song is so big.

This first impression lingered in Chi Song's mind, so much so that when he toasted Song Zhihuai after a while, he couldn't even look directly at his face.

So Song Zhihuai didn't have much impression of Chi Song.

About half a year later, the two officially established a relationship.

Song Zhihuai mentioned the audition meeting and said that it was the first time he met Chi Song. Chi Song shook his head and said that the first time the two successfully met was in the men's room of the company's annual meeting.

Song Zhihuai suddenly realized: "That person is you? The one who didn't even dare to go to the toilet when he saw me, and ran out after saying hello?"

Song Zhihuai hadn't been cold-faced to him in the past few years, but today he suddenly put on a straight face, which reminded Chi Song of the fear of seeing him in the men's room and running away in fright.

Chi Song weakly put forward his opinion: "I want to shoot quickly before the injury heals. Now I'm in good condition..."

When Song Zhihuai heard him say that he was in good condition, Song Zhihuai couldn't help feeling angry.

What a fart, he was almost dragged to the hospital to be sedated yesterday, is that okay?

Isn't that the same thing as an alcoholic saying "I didn't drink much"?

"No." Song Zhihuai refused coldly, "What if the wound is infected?"

Chi Song tentatively said: "...I should be more careful?"

Song Zhihuai took a deep breath, and resisted the urge to gouge his forehead: "Lu Yuan has already granted your leave, you are not allowed to think about it, and rest well. These two days, Lu Yuan will shoot other people's scenes first."

Chi Song was extremely persistent: "It took me a long time to find my form, besides, this injury is very rare."

Song Zhihuai: "..."

When it comes to drama, Chi Song inevitably loses his EQ, and pointing to his face, he said with reason: "Look, even a prop master can't do such a good effect, and it happens to be able to play a rival scene with Cheng Ding. I promise, I only need to finish the scene where he took the initiative to negotiate with me, and I will rest. Really."

Song Zhihuai felt that he was going to be pissed off: "...you can do whatever you want."

Chi Song just woke up in the morning, his head was still dazed, he was only concerned about the crew, when he heard Song Zhihuai's words, he directly understood his words with one-line thinking.

Chi Song crawled out of the bed with both hands and feet, and said happily, "Really?"

With an indifferent face, Song Zhihuai brought Chi Song's coat over and threw it on the bed in silence, while he slammed the door and went out to buy a pack of cigarettes.

He took out one and took two puffs, but felt that it was tasteless, so he crumpled the cigarette case and cigarettes together and threw it away.

When Chi Song appeared on the set again, Lu Yuan was taken aback: "Didn't you say you can't come?"

Chi Song expressed his attitude very positively: "Hurry up, while my wound is fresh, hurry up and shoot the scene with Cheng Ding, and I will go back to rest."

Lu Yuan swore that in his career, it was the first time he was so happy to see an actor lose his face.

Today happened to be Cheng Ding's scene, and Qian Qi also came to the set, so the meeting between Jian Ning and Cheng Ding in the opening scene was filmed.

After the shooting started, Lu Yuan, who observed the shooting conditions of each camera through the monitor, shook his head slightly: "...Qian Qi can't handle Chi Song's scene."

It's not just him who thinks so, everyone has discovered that Qian Qi's understanding of characters is far inferior to that of Chi Song.

Qian Qi obviously played "Cheng Ding" as a narcissistic anti-social personality patient, with more than arrogance but not enough charm.

Because he couldn't achieve the effect that satisfied Lu Yuan, Qian Qi NGed several times before he barely passed.

Chi Song bent down and thanked the crew one by one before taking his vacation, and prepared to go back to rest with peace of mind.

On the way back, when the passion for acting faded, Chi Song gradually realized that when he went out in the morning, Zhi Huai seemed to be angry.

After thinking about his behavior in the morning, Chi Song became more and more guilty. He took out his mobile phone, privately called Bai Zhirong, briefly summarized what happened yesterday and this morning, sent it to Bai Zhirong, and asked him what he should do.

Bai Zhirong was silent for a few seconds, and sent a "Bian Que San Lian" emoji: "It can't be cured. It's dead. Farewell."

Chi Song: "..."

When Chi Song returned to the hotel with a guilty conscience, he found Song Zhihuai sitting on the bed watching TV.

After making sure that Zhi Huai didn't rush back to the imperial capital in a fit of pique, Chi Song heaved a sigh of relief.

Holding the newly-bought crab-meal steamed buns, Chi Song leaned up to them dog-leggedly, wagging his little tail flying: "Zhi Huai, I'm back. Do you want to eat steamed stuffed buns?"

Song Zhihuai glanced at him, threw away the remote control, turned over and sat up: "...Come here."

Chi Song climbed onto the bed and looked at him flatteringly.

Song Zhihuai checked the scratches on his face, took physiological saline and iodophor from the bedside, dipped it with a cotton swab expressionlessly, and smeared it on Chi Song's face for disinfection.

As soon as the salt water touched the wound, it stinged so badly that Chi Song gasped in pain.

Song Zhihuai said angrily: "...be patient."

Chi Song really couldn't breathe, holding back with tears in his eyes.

When the medicine was finished, Chi Song lowered his head and begged for peace, "Zhi Huai, don't be angry."

Chi Song was unhappy, and Song Zhihuai felt distressed when he saw it, but in order to teach Chi Song a lesson, he still raised his face, picked up the remote control, and continued to change channels.

Chi Song realized that he was being ignored, so he had to silently take out the steamed stuffed bun with crab powder, and gnawed on it bit by bit, his small eyes gliding around Song Zhihuai uncontrollably.

Song Zhihuai couldn't help laughing at being stared at by him, and finally couldn't help but break his merits.

He opened his mouth slightly at Chi Song.

Chi Song's eyes lit up, and he quickly picked up a small bun and fed it into Song Zhihuai's mouth: "Zhi Huai, are you not angry?"

Song Zhihuai grabbed the disobedient Chi Xiaomiao into his arms, pretending to be stern and asked: "Do you know how to cherish yourself in the future?"

Of course Chi Song nodded quickly, like a chicken pecking rice: "I know!"

Song Zhihuai was satisfied now.

Today he has already drawn up a plan, and when the production team is finished, he will take Chi Song out for a trip, and tell him to put down all his work and take a good rest for a month.

at the same time.

Lu Yuan, who was watching the film made today and his eyes were red from the boil, received a call before he had time to swallow the jasmine flower in his mouth.

Lu Yuan picked up the phone and said with a playful smile, "Uncle Ling, it's so late, why did you remember to call me?"

Ling Lixing's father was on the other end of the phone.

Unlike Ling Lixing, Uncle Ling is talkative and loves chatting with juniors.

Uncle Ling said: "I'm looking for Lixing. I can't find a file here. I want to ask him if he has a backup, but I can't contact him. I'll come to you."

Lu Yuan said, "I have his USB drive here. I'll find it for you if you want it."

The Lu family and the Ling family are family friends, and the relationship between Lu Yuan and Ling Lixing has long been made clear to the parents of both parties.The parents of both parties have been in the circle for a long time, and they have seen a lot of things, and they are also very open-minded.

They don't expect these two people to carry on the family line, as long as the child is happy, it is better than anything else.

Lu Yuan quickly found the documents he wanted for Uncle Ling, and asked one more question casually: "What's up with Uncle Ling recently?"

Uncle Ling said: "Isn't this busy with your Uncle Sun's new movie?"

Lu Yuan was surprised: "Hey, Uncle Sun is going to write again?"

Uncle Ling smiled and said: "Hey, don't mention it, your Uncle Sun has written the script, but after asking several producers, they all said that for the sake of the market, we must let a well-known traffic niche be the leading actor, otherwise we won't Consider investing. Now it’s not like you don’t know the acting skills of those kids, but your Uncle Sun was so angry that he said he didn’t expect that Sun Guangren’s script would never be sold.”

Lu Yuan rubbed his chin, his eyes lit up a little: "Hey, Uncle Ling, can I recommend someone to you?"

Uncle Ling was surprised: "What? Do you have a suitable one here?"

Lu Yuan flicked the mouse: "How about this, Uncle Ling, I'll send you a few clips that he hasn't edited yet, all of which are recorded on the spot. You and Uncle Sun make do to see if he can do it. If so , how about I give you his contact information and let him go for an audition?"