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Wang Ping clearly remembered that he seemed to have fallen asleep on the sofa, but when he woke up, he had a standard pillow under his head and a standard quilt on his body.

Is it...

I finally learned to sleepwalk without a teacher?

Wang Ping scratched his hair, stood up yawning, changed his clothes and went to the corridor after washing. He was just about to knock on Ji Zou's door habitually when he suddenly remembered.

Ji Zuo had no role today, but last night Ji Zuo practiced with him until very late, and finally fell asleep by himself, most likely he was the one who carried him back to bed.

Hey.

I am 1.8 meters tall, and it is difficult for Ji Zou to be able to move himself. Next time, I have to ask him who the fitness coach is.

While thinking wildly, Wang Ping called to the assistant beside him: "Do you have a pen and paper, give me a set?"

People in Ji Zeyang are used to bringing paper and pens, and the assistant immediately gave Wang Ping a set; Wang Ping put the paper on the wall, wrote a line, folded it, and handed it to the assistant.

"Go down and buy him breakfast later." Wang Ping pointed to Ji and walked into the room, "Give him the notes together, okay?"

"Ok."

When the notes were handed over, the wind in the corridor blew away the not-so-well-folded notes, revealing the flamboyant words inside—"Thank you, junior, for accompanying me last night, and treat you to breakfast^_^"

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Assistant Xiao Li bought breakfast for Ji Zou, and assistant Xiao Zhang accompanied Wang Ping to the dressing room. The two of them had just arrived, and were almost scared by the people inside and retreated.

Shocking, today's dressing room is really amazing--today's ensemble show cameo guest stars are all big names, at a glance, either this one is the best actor, or that one is a lifetime achievement award.

The all-powerful seniors in the entertainment industry gathered here, and even a single appearance would make the film industry tremble.

Wang Ping took several deep breaths before he kept smiling, greeted him all the way and walked over, and hurried to his innermost independent dressing room.

Assistant Xiao Zhang helped Wang Ping close the door, and Wang Ping finally took a breath and sat down in his seat.

"Teacher Wang." Assistant Xiao Zhang immediately went over with the soy milk and fried dough sticks in his hands, and held them in front of Wang Ping, "Your breakfast."

"Let's put it aside for now." Wang Ping frowned, "I'm not going to eat, I'll see how my own single lottery is doing."

Wang Ping was mainly unable to eat, and was too nervous to cause nausea, and he even felt a little nauseous.

After gesturing to the assistant to take away the breakfast, Wang Ping took out his mobile phone, put it on the scene he played with Ji Zou yesterday, and studied it carefully.

Wang Ping frowned and looked at it twice, and suddenly heard the assistant say: "Mr. Ji, why are you here?"

Wang Ping raised his head hastily, and saw Ji Zuo walking in from the door of the dressing room leisurely with a plastic bag containing breakfast in his hand.

Wang Ping turned off his mobile phone, sat down and asked, "Student? Why are you here?"

"I'm not used to sleeping too late, and I just received brother Wang Ping's breakfast, so I just came over to study." Ji Zun walked to Wang Ping with a smile, and sat on the handle of the chair next to him.

Wang Ping raised his head and saw the small shadow in Ji Zuo's eyes under the light of the vanity mirror.

Wang Ping fully understood the source of this small shadow, and a little embarrassed, asked: "Would you like coffee? Hot American?"

"I don't want to drink." Ji Zuo glanced at the breakfast set far away, and asked, "Did you have breakfast?"

Wang Ping: "...um."

"why do not you eat?"

Wang Ping: "...It's nothing, I just don't want to eat."

Wang Ping is not used to exposing his fragility to others, so he looked away unnaturally.

But Ji Zuo didn't allow this kind of evasion at all.

"Brother Wang Ping, look at me."

As Ji Zou said, he put the breakfast on the dressing table, stared at Wang Ping, and asked, "Who am I?"

Wang Ping looked up at Ji Zou - he was propped up on his long legs, his chin was raised slightly, and his expression was something Wang Ping had never seen on his face.

It seems to be a little disdainful...

No, that's not accurate.

This is looking down on the world, no one cares about the expression.

"You are Ji Zou..." Wang Ping felt oppressed by his aura.

"I'm not Ji Zou." Ji Zou denied contemptuously, "I'm an excellent actor who was admitted to the Chinese opera without examination."

"It's the youngest actor in Venice's history."

Ji Zuo sneered and shook his head lightly: "In this base, there is no actor with higher achievements than me. They should all line up and ask for my approval."

Ji Zuo's tone was very contemptuous, as if there was no one in the whole world who could compare to him.

But his arrogance is justified-art is originally dominated and led by these incomparable geniuses, so that it can continue to develop and move forward.

He is one of those incredible talents.

Every word of Ji Zuo rang loudly, and Wang Ping looked up at him, as if looking at an unattainable mountain.

The next moment, Ji Zhou, who was so arrogant that the whole world looked down upon him, looked at Wang Ping, and his eyes suddenly became very gentle with the spring breeze blowing in.

"So." Ji Zuo stared at Wang Ping, "Do you want to know the truth?"

Wang Ping completely followed his train of thought, and murmured, "...What's the truth?"

"The truth is." Ji Zuo chuckled, "In this studio, I recognize you the most."

Ji Zou turned his head, tore off the wrapping of the egg-filled biscuit he had put on the table, and handed it to Wang Ping's lips.

"So." Ji Zuo said, "have breakfast."

"You must be able to act well."

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You must be able to act well, you must act well.

Ji Zuo coaxed Wang Ping, watched him eat an egg-filled pancake, and then stepped aside, taking a large glass of iced Americano from Tang Jialin, and drank it down in one gulp.

His main way to relieve stress is to drink iced Americano - he is afraid that Wang Ping will not like the smell of tobacco and alcohol, so after so many years, no matter how much pressure he has, he has restrained his desire for these two things.

Drinking an iced Americano these days is not about stress, it's about nervousness.

Help Wang Ping get nervous.

Ji Zuo also hopes that his brother Wang Ping can be recognized by everyone.

After Ji Zuo finished his iced Americano, he drank some hot water to rinse his mouth. After he went out, Wang Ping had returned to normal. After doing his makeup and hair, he set off for the studio. Wu Guangji hardly had any nonsense, and the filming started as soon as he entered the studio.

The lights in the shed were dim, and it was another night with flickering candles.

Ye Minghuai just slipped out from Xiao Cundeng, who was too drunk to wake up, and was strolling leisurely in the corridor.

Their sect has a curfew, but it's just a curfew...

Anyway, Ye Minghuai couldn't be controlled.

Ye Minghuai swayed left and right, and suddenly, he saw a room with lights still on in front of him.

"Okay." Ye Minghuai curled his lips, "Let's have a curfew honestly, but Master took the lead in not sleeping honestly at night."

Ye Minghuai stood at the same place, suddenly thought of something, his eyes turned sharply, and he laughed: "Hey, he must be there with Mrs. Shi, I want to see what's going on."

Ye Minghuai regained his energy, calmly walked to the door, gently poked a small hole in the paper door, and looked inside.

Two cameras were aimed at Ye Minghuai to shoot, one was inside to shoot his eyes, and the other was outside to shoot his back. At the same time, the old actors in the paper door started to play against each other, and the sound engineer was listening simultaneously.

Ji Zuo stared at the close-up of Wang Ping's eyes on the monitor, and couldn't help taking another sip from another glass of iced Americano.

This is the most difficult part of this scene. There is only one eye in a shot, and all emotions must be expressed through this eye.

Even older actors may not be able to do this.

However, now Ji Zuo can still understand Wang Ping's emotions on the monitor - he just poked open the paper door with pure curiosity in his eyes.

In the play, Ye Minghuai looked into the room, and saw that the master and wife did not do that... ahem, but all the heads of the sect gathered together.

There was even an extra one, the one with his back to Ye Minghuai, dressed in rags.

Ye Minghuai didn't know this person.

Just listening to this person coughing and talking, he was obviously very excited.

The ragged old man: "Of course I have evidence. Your apprentice has cinnabar moles on his body, isn't it!"

In the monitor, Ye Minghuai's pupils shrank slightly, as if he was a little surprised, but he was also remembering something.

Cinnabar moles.Ye Ming thought to himself.If he remembered correctly, Xiao Cundeng also had cinnabar moles on his body.

The next moment, Ye Minghuai's pupils returned to normal, and he just looked at the ragged old man inside the door.

But Master Ye Minghuai asked: "What's wrong with the cinnabar mole?"

"What's the matter?" The ragged old man sneered, "The cinnabar mole proves that he is the orthodox heir of the evil sect!"

"This is impossible!"

This is impossible!

Ye Minghuai's heartfelt voice and Master's questioning sounded together, and at that moment, the pupils of his eyes shrank suddenly, revealing a kind of disbelief.

But it was only for a moment, and the next moment, Ye Minghuai's eyes became firm again.

Wu Guangji grabbed the handle of the walkie-talkie, and his breathing became a little rough—this look is right!

Ye Minghuai never doubted his junior brother from the beginning to the end!

This kind of trust runs through the whole play, but at this moment, it is perfectly expressed in the opening and closing of Wang Ping's pupils.

This is what we know by seeing the small things!

This is what Wu Guangji wanted!

The scene should have ended here, but Wu Guangji was immersed in that look. It wasn't until Wang Ping's eyes were so tight that he couldn't help blinking that Wu Guangji finally remembered something.

Wu Guangji raised the horn and shouted to Jing Nei: "Perfect! CUT!"

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"Perfect"

To get such admiration from Director Wu, everyone must come and watch the monitor to join in the fun.

In the morning, Wang Ping was still in awe of a group of old actors who surrounded him and stood around the monitor, asking Wu Guangji to replay today's filming for them.

Everyone watched it twice in a row, and they all praised Wang Ping's normal performance with only his eyes.

"This kid is really good." The Hundred Flowers Award winner who played the role of the leader said to Wu Guangji, "There is drama in his eyes and a sense of hierarchy."

"Congratulations to Director Wu, you met a good actor."

"Today I have changed my view on traffic stars - it seems that heroes should not ask where they come from."

Everyone was chattering, and even Tang Hongtu, who hadn't paid much attention to Wang Ping last night, was holding his hand with a gentle smile on his face.

"Little friend Wang Ping, you must have worked hard for a long time, right?" Tang Hongtu said softly, "Look, you've brought this scene to life, how wonderful it is."

Wang Ping's admiration for Tang Hongtu was hard to explain in words. He held Tang Hongtu's hand, hummed and nodded, but didn't say anything complete.

Standing outside the crowd, Ji Zuo looked at Wang Ping surrounded by a group of people——Among them, Wang Ping was the tallest, and the chandelier evenly sprinkled on him, giving him a beautiful light.

Ji Zuo couldn't help being very happy.

My brother Wang Ping should be like this, always standing in the center of the crowd, surrounded by all the good things, always shining brightly.

but……

Ji Zuo couldn't help feeling slightly sad.

Many, many years ago, he just looked at the surrounded Wang Ping from the outside of the crowd. He seemed to feel that the time had gone wrong, and he suddenly returned to that day.

"Ji Zou, Ji Zou, Ji Zou!"

Ji Zuo was dragged out of his memory by a burst of shouts, he raised his head and saw Wang Ping walking out from the corridor between several seniors.

Ji Zuo watched Wang Ping take two steps first, and then trot again.

The wind brought by the running lifted his long hair in ancient clothes, like a gust of fresh wind blowing towards Ji Zuo's face.

The next moment, Wang Ping had already rushed in front of Ji Zuo, almost at the moment when he was about to hit him, Wang Ping slammed on the brakes and stopped.

Another moment.

Wang Ping spread out his arms, wrapped his arms around Ji Zuo, and hugged him tightly.

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