Super unpopular CP[entertainment circle]

3.

Fang Zhixing looked over and met Zhong Siyuan's cold eyes.

Zhong Siyuan was dressed in black today, and he was tall, so he felt very oppressive towards that stop.

He seemed dissatisfied that someone was blocking the door, and his eyebrows were furrowed in annoyance.

Fang Zhixing subconsciously stood aside to make way for Zhong Siyuan.

The man stopped suddenly when he was walking past him.

The profile of Zhong Siyuan's face was cold and hard, like a block of ice that had been cut with sharp edges and corners. He glanced at Su Mo'er, his lips moved lightly, and his voice was as cold as snow falling on pine needles: "Director Chen is looking for you."

After speaking, he walked straight between the two of them.

Su Mo'er smiled at Zhong Siyuan's back in an unclear manner, and stepped on her high heels to go out.

Fang Zhixing was in a dilemma, psychologically wanted to escape, but it was too obvious to run away at this time.He held his breath and sat beside Zhong Siyuan pretending to be calm.

The script was spread out on the table, and there were square characters one after another in front of him. He tried hard to identify and connect these characters into a complete sentence, but failed, he couldn't read them at all.

My heart is in turmoil, and the source of the turmoil is close at hand.From the corner of his eye, he could see Zhong Siyuan's hand resting on the table, with well-defined joints, slender and well-proportioned. He once held this hand intimately in the palm of his hand, touched every knuckle, and then clasped ten fingers with him.

Fang Zhixing gave up, he found that he could not remain indifferent.

Because he hadn't seen Zhong Siyuan like this for a long, long time, the time seemed to be pulled back five years ago, the original appearance of that person in his memory, indifferent, low-key, and repelling others thousands of miles away.When Zhong Siyuan suddenly airborne, there were many gossips in the company, coupled with such a cold personality, many people could not understand him.

At that time, Zhong Siyuan had a cold face all day long, and he was not close to anyone. The company felt that this was not good. He was about to make his debut. How could the teammates be so unfamiliar? It happened that Fang Zhixing was also Chinese, so they moved them to the same dormitory. Please, Fang Zhixing quickly get rid of this iceberg and let him integrate into the group as soon as possible.

Fang Zhixing is from Haicheng. He was loved and raised by his parents when he was a child. He has a good personality and is cheerful. He has been to Korea for two years and has not spoken Chinese. Zhong Siyuan babbled on and on.Haicheng speaks sweetly, it sounds like coquettish, Fang Zhixing popped out a few cute words occasionally, his teammates who can’t understand Chinese laughed, but Zhong Siyuan was indifferent, his ice face was cold from morning to night, and the corners of his mouth didn’t even twitch .

Later Fang Zhixing heard that Zhong Siyuan's ancestral home was in Guangdong, and he pestered him every day to teach him Cantonese, Zhong Siyuan was so annoyed that he mostly ignored him.

Back then, Fang Zhixing was fearless, thick-skinned like a city wall, no matter how much Zhong Siyuan ignored him, he could find a sense of existence for himself.

But now, he clearly felt the chill coming from the other party, but the courage he brought up couldn't support him to say a word of greeting.

Are you OK?

How have these years been?

The greetings that have been forged through repeated utterances in countless late nights can't even utter a breath when they touch a real person.

The central air conditioner was humming on the roof, and on the left was the person he had failed. Fang Zhixing closed his eyes as if hiding his ears and stealing the bell.

Feelings that have been brewed to the extreme require an outpouring, and the tip of his tongue is pressed against his lips. It is hard to say what you are doing and how you are doing. He opened his heart sincerely and funny, and said hoarsely: "I'm sorry."

Zhong Siyuan's insubstantial eyes suddenly focused, and there was a wave of turmoil in his eyes.The line of the jaw angle was suddenly clear, and his fingers on the script unconsciously tightened for a second.

A second later, he returned to his indifference, his complex emotions buried deep in his foggy eyes, which aggravated his cold temperament.

The strangeness used to cover up was torn apart, Zhong Siyuan didn't leave any room for it: "Don't talk meaningless nonsense."

Fang Zhixing trembled violently, feeling his heart thud and hit the ground.

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Probably because he was really scalded into a "dead pig" by boiling water. Fang Zhixing quickly found his status in the second half. He already has experience in dance theater performances. The exaggerated expressiveness on stage is accomplished by empathy. In the script, he went crazy and out of control with the characters in the play, and shed two lines of tears when he was emotional, which attracted the whole crew to look sideways.

His performance is enough to prove himself, and it also proves that Chen Hua's choice is right.

After the reading was over, everyone left one after another. Chen Hua called Fang Zhixing to stop, and praised: "The state has been adjusted well, let's make persistent efforts."

Fang Zhixing just cried a lot, his eyeballs were bloodshot, he couldn't smile but he tried his best to pull the corners of his mouth: "Thank you, director."

After that hoarseness, his throat completely fell down.

Chen Hua frowned when he heard this: "Oh, it's too depressing for you to play a scene."

Fang Zhixing didn't refute, he was really sad, he used the play to cry for himself.

His immersive performance was so contagious that the actors in the same group were amazed by it. Even the agents and assistants in the lounge couldn't help opening the door to peek when they heard the movement, and those with low tears even cried with him.

Ji Chuan was in a complicated mood. Looking at Fang Zhixing's miserable appearance, he felt that things were not that simple.

"Qingqing..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he yelled, Fang Zhixing scolded him: "Get out, don't call me that."

Ji Chuan was stunned, can this person still do it?The face is mottled, the eye sockets are red, and the voice is hoarse, why do you want to curse?

Fang Zhixing rubbed his eyes, and said with disgust, "It's disgusting, I'm going to throw up the dinner overnight."

Ji Chuan felt aggrieved when he was personally attacked for no reason.But seeing that Fang Zhixing could still curse, he relaxed a lot.

The two took the elevator to leave, and they ran into a little girl with a bag in front of the door, looking down and swiping her phone.

The girl raised her head when she heard the sound, Fang Zhixing was taken aback for a moment, this was the assistant who brought water to Zhong Siyuan.

"Teacher Fang!" Assistant Lin Manman looked at Fang Zhixing in surprise, "Your acting skills are so good! It moved me to tears!"

Fang Zhixing sniffed his nose and smiled weakly: "Thank you."

That clear and beautiful voice turned into a male duck voice, Lin Manman rummaged through her bag and took out a brand new box of unopened throat lozenges.

"This is what our boss often eats. It is very effective in protecting the throat. Teacher Fang, take it, take two tablets before going to bed, and it will be fine tomorrow."

"Ah..." Fang Zhixing waved his hands, "It's not appropriate, I'll just go home and soak in some fat sea."

"It's okay." Lin Manman stuffed something into his hand, "We're going to be filming together, why are you being so polite, there's too much for the boss to eat."

She was about to run away after giving the things, and waved to Fang Zhixing: "Teacher Fang, be careful on the road."

When the elevators came up, Fang Zhixing asked, "Aren't you going?"

Lin Manman stuck out her tongue: "I forgot something, you guys go first, see you tomorrow!"

In the elevator, Ji Chuan leaned over to look at the box of throat lozenges, and made an unlikely guess: "Why do I feel that Lin Manman is waiting for you here specially?"

Fang Zhixing suffered a violent attack at noon, and no amount of boxes of throat lozenges could replenish his blood. He felt that Ji Chuan was nervous: "You think too much."

Tired enough to choke this day, physically and mentally exhausted.

Fang Zhixing went to bed after taking a shower. There was a small lamp in the room, earphones on his ears, listening to music, and his eyes fixed on the throat lozenges in his hand.

How could Ji Chuan feel that it was Zhong Siyuan's kindness?

Fang Zhixing was extremely sober, the sentence "Don't talk meaningless nonsense" was too harsh, and he was powerless to fight back.

But Zhong Siyuan did not resign.

In the next three months, they will inevitably look down and see each other.

Fang Zhixing unwrapped the package of lozenges, picked two lozenges and threw them into his mouth. The cool mint flavor rushed from his throat to the top of his head, refreshing his mind and making him less sleepy.

As if committing a crime, he ate one pill after another, the whole box was empty, and his whole body felt cold from inside to outside.

The next afternoon was the opening ceremony. Fang Zhixing fell asleep very early, and got up to read the script while waiting for the car to pick him up.

All the external affairs of the troupe fell on Ji Chuan, and there was no way to spare time to work with him every day. Fang Zhixing thoughtfully said that he could be alone. Fortunately, the crew took good care of him and sent a car to pick him up. He went to Xishan.

Xishan is in the suburbs, and the journey takes about two hours. Fang Zhixing didn't sleep well last night, so he started to catch up on sleep as soon as he got in the car.

I ran into Zhong Siyuan in the parking lot, and the other party got out of the car in a white T-shirt, holding a black baseball cap in his hand.The afternoon sun was really warm, but he was like an ice sculpture on a snowy field, his complexion was cold and white, and only a touch of red was smeared at the end of his eyes.Her hair was a little messy, and she inserted her slender fingers between the fine strands of hair, stroking it back casually, and put on the hat, covering most of her handsome face.

Zhong Siyuan looked sleepy, but he didn't look so cold.Fang Zhixing had seen him like this before, so he knew it well, he had just woken up.

When we meet on a narrow road, we should say hello, but after yesterday's experience, Fang Zhixing no longer knows how to say hello.

Lin Manman asked him how the throat lozenges worked.

Fang Zhixing felt his throat was cold now: "Thank you, it's much better."

The opening ceremony starts at [-]:[-] p.m., and starts on time at [-]:[-] p.m. According to the procedure, the leaders from all walks of life will give speeches first, and then the producers and the leaders of the municipal party committee will jointly unveil and announce the opening ceremony, and then the crew organizes the incense ceremony.Fang Zhixing and Zhong Siyuan, as the two male protagonists, each worshiped a stick of incense, and the burning incense ash fell on Zhong Siyuan's cuff, but Fang Zhixing seemed to be scalded to the eye.

After stepping back, I found that it was too hot, and salty sweat flowed into my eyes.

The crew deliberately kept a low profile, all procedures were simplified, and the on-site interview with the media was also cancelled.It was nearly five o'clock when it ended, and the crew returned to the hotel in the city center for a start-up meal.

The crew car that Fang Zhixing was following when he came here had more leaders from Xishan when he went back, so he had to stand aside, wait to see which car was free, and stuff himself into it.

Cars drove by one after another, and the supporting characters had special cars to pick them up. Fang Zhixing stood at the gate of the parking lot, and he was the only one alone.In the dusk-drenched sky with warm clouds floating, Fang Zhixing is like a lone wild goose, looking and waiting in confusion.

A black Land Rover drove up in front of him, the window of the passenger car was lowered, Lin Manman said to him inside: "Mr. Fang, there are too many people going back, you may not be able to wait for the car, come with us."

Fang Zhixing stepped back on tiptoe and saw Lin Manman, so Zhong Siyuan should also be in the car.He didn't know if it was Zhong Siyuan's intention or Lin Manman's own idea, but he didn't dare to think about it.

He waved his hand: "It's okay, I'll wait a little longer, if not, you can still take a taxi."

"The west mountain is so far away, how can there be a car coming." Lin Manman scratched the window, "Come up quickly, the road will be blocked in a while."

Fang Zhixing was firm: "You really don't need to bother, thank you, I'll wait a little longer."

Lin Manman was still organizing his words when a cold voice came from the back seat: "Drive."

Fang Zhixing pursed his lips tightly, Zhong Siyuan's indifferent voice pierced through his ears like a knife.

The Land Rover drove away in front of it, the tires kicking up a cloud of flying dust.Fang Zhixing was dazzled by the fine sand, and rubbed vigorously.

Someone yelled from a small van on the side: "Is there anything else to go? Can fit two!"

The inside of the van is crowded and narrow, and it may be used to pull props. There are a lot of things stuffed in a mess under the seat, and it is also dirty.

Fang Zhixing was a step slower, and there was only one seat in the middle of the back row.

I don’t know which department’s staff members are sitting in the car, and I don’t know them anyway. He is squeezed in the middle, and the older brothers on both sides are not very happy, and they say angrily: “Go to the side, it’s crowded!”

Fang Zhixing is tall and not fat, and his inability to sit down is entirely due to the uneven posture of the two people on the left and right, but he didn't say anything, and smiled apologetically and moved half of his butt forward.Sitting like this is a bit tiring, but not so crowded.

A few minutes later, the van starts.

The car windows were covered with dust, Fang Zhixing looked out and saw a black car parked in front of the parking lot.

It's too blurry, he can't see clearly, the car looks like Zhong Siyuan's Land Rover, but hasn't he already left?

Fang Zhixing withdrew his gaze and smiled self-deprecatingly, sure that he was wrong.

After driving for a certain distance, the people in the car began to doze off. The cooling effect of the van was not improved, and Fang Zhixing's sweat hadn't dried up. Everyone should be the same. There was a sour smell of sweat in the car.Some people have already started snoring, and Fang Zhixing is also very sleepy, at least he can ignore this bad environment, but this posture does not allow it.

He took out his phone out of boredom and began to feel dizzy after 5 minutes. The car was too wobbly.

Fang Zhixing had no choice but to be in a daze.

The content of the daze is also very simple, think of Zhong Siyuan, think of Zhong Siyuan, think of Zhong Siyuan.

Oh shit.

He put his hands on his thighs dejectedly, arched his back, and lowered his head.

It's okay not to think about some things, five years have passed like this, who knows how he met Zhong Siyuan when he picked up a drama with a flick of his mind.

This is what happens when you see money!

The car was traveling a long distance on the highway, and Fang Zhixing even found sporadic sleepiness while maintaining this posture.He wasn't sure if he was asleep or not, he felt awake, but suddenly the daylight-like carriage made him open his eyes.

A truck with flashing headlights was coming in the opposite direction, and the dazzling light penetrated the eyes. With a low curse, a series of sudden brakes made the tires rub against the ground with a sharp sound, and then the car's buttocks were smashed from behind. up one end.

The accident was caught off guard, the car braked suddenly, and the inertia caused people to lean forward uncontrollably. There are three rows of seats in the van. The person in the front is wearing a seat belt, and the others are covered by the front seat. Only Fang Zhixing completely exposed.

Fang Zhixing's eyes dazzled, and all his reactions were slow. The huge momentum forced his butt, which could not sit still, to leave the seat completely.

He threw himself forward.

The moment he fell to the ground, his right knee hit the light tube extending from under the seat. The sharp pain made his face turn pale in a short time. The people who were awakened by the impact rushed to pull him. Fang Zhixing took a breath: " Wait... let me slow down."