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I have to say that Ji Zuo's shoulders look quite comfortable, the fluffy down jacket is wrapped outside, like a soft pillow.

Thinking about his head, which has nowhere to rest and cannot sleep well, Wang Ping made a bold choice:

"That's a great kindness without words of thanks." Wang Ping clasped his fists, "Being obedient is worse than respect."

After Wang Ping finished speaking, he fell directly on Ji Zuo's shoulders, leaning his temples against the softest piece of his down jacket, and closed his eyes.

"Good night..." Wang Ping said softly.

"good night."

Ji Zuo didn't dislike Wang Ping for turning this supposedly romantic scene into a comedy drama, but lowered his head and said to Wang Ping softly.

Wang Ping didn't fall asleep for a while, just closed his eyes, and his other senses have degenerated, leaving only the most sensitive senses of hearing and touch.

Ji Zuo's shoulders are broad and flat, making him very stable and comfortable to lean on.

The hot water bottle wrapped in the down jacket worked, turning the inside of the down jacket into a hot spring.

Wang Ping heard Ji Zuo softly humming a melody that he seemed to be familiar with. Ji Zuo hummed the song with a long meaning, creating a small piece of tranquility in the noisy studio.

Wang Ping leaned on himself, hugging the hot water bottle, listening to the music, he felt very at ease. Slowly, Wang Ping's thoughts drifted away, and he fell into sleep.

After feeling that Wang Ping was breathing steadily, Ji Zou stopped humming, turned his head, and looked at Wang Ping who was leaning on his shoulder.

Wang Ping fell asleep and didn't know what he was thinking in his dream. His brows were slightly frowned, and he looked uneasy.

"What are you thinking about?"

As Ji walked and asked, he stretched out his hand, touched Wang Ping's eyebrows with his fingertips, and gently rubbed away the lumps of eyebrows there.

After a few strokes, Wang Ping returned to his usual look of wide-eyed and carefree.

Ji Zou looked at Wang Ping's unfurled eyebrows, and said softly:

"Can you promise me that you will always be happy."

·

Wang Ping had a good dream, and when he woke up, the renovation of the studio hadn't been done yet—he and Ji Zouan stayed quietly in the corner, the busyness in front of them had nothing to do with them, it seemed that the whole world had already forgotten them.

When Wang Ping woke up, he was still a little dazed, still leaning on Ji Zou's shoulder, and didn't move for a long time. Finally, it was Ji Zou who found him awake.

"Are you awake?" Ji reached out to the assistant next to him and asked, "Would you like some coffee?"

Wang Ping held the hot water bottle in his down jacket, glanced at the coffee, wrapped the down jacket tightly, and said in a low voice, "Hands are cold, I don't want to take them out."

This originally meant to refuse, but the next moment, a cup of vanilla latte was brought to Wang Ping; the hot coffee smelled of milk, and Ji Zuo put the straw against Wang Ping's lips.

"It's not hot, the sugar is doubled, drink a little."

Before Ji Zou fed coffee, Wang Ping was sleepy and didn't care about it, but now Wang Ping is awake, looking at the coffee, and then at Ji Zou...

Hey, it's better to be a junior!If this was Turnon's group, they would definitely say that you don't drink it, and then happily drink coffee in front of him.

Wang Ping opened his mouth, held the straw in his mouth, took a sip, bit the top of the straw, and looked up at Ji Zou: "The scenery, isn't it ready yet?"

Ji Zu looked at Wang Ping's posture, looked away, and looked into the distance.

"Yeah." Ji Zou said, "Just now the director tried to shoot it, and said that the effect is not good, and needs to be adjusted."

"Oh." Wang Ping let go of the straw he was biting, and answered casually.

Filmmaking is like this, for a detail, waiting, grinding.

Countless times, after countless times, we ushered in the optimal solution.

Wang Ping finished his coffee and had enough sleep and drink. There is still time for the optimal solution.

Wang Ping didn't want to waste time, and was too lazy to move. In the end, he felt guilty, stretched out his foot tentatively, and kicked Ji Zou's Martin boots with his foot.

"What's wrong, Brother Wang Ping?" Ji Zuo was handling the coffee cup, and turned back immediately.

"I want to read the script." Wang Ping boldly hesitated, "but I don't want to move."

"I'll get it for you." Ji Zuo was about to get up.

"Eh, don't—"

Ji Zuo thought that Wang Ping was trying to be polite to him. Just as he was about to persuade him, he saw Wang Ping bowed his head in embarrassment. He wrapped his hands tightly in the down jacket and said softly: "Well, don't take it, I don't want to turn it over because my hands are cold. ..."

Wang Ping's meaning was very clear. He didn't want to read the script, but he wanted someone to read it for him.

In an instant, Ji Zuo was a little dazed.

Ji Zuo looked down at Wang Ping, who pointed his head at him because he was a little embarrassed, and couldn't help but think——

So, Brother Wang Ping, are you... relying on him?

Others may say, no, you're overthinking it, it's just a small thing.

But isn't the matter of life itself made up of small things?

Ji Zuo showed a playful smile.

One day, he will fill up all the little things in Wang Ping's life.

Let Wang Ping fall into his trap and never escape.

Ji Zuo was thinking about something, and was a step late in answering, but Assistant Wang Ping, who was waiting for an opportunity, became excited.

Turn the script for the stars!

Isn't that exactly what a conscientious assistant should do? !

The assistant was just about to finish his work when he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing towards his face.

He was glanced at by Ji Yingdi.

Ji Zuo's eyes were as cold as the frost of the twelfth lunar month, it seemed that if he said one more word, Ji Yingdi would let him die on the spot.

His assistant career suffered a major blow, and he slowly closed his mouth.

Wang Ping didn't wait for any reply for a long time, but he wasn't embarrassed at all, raised his head, and raised his hand in his down jacket to Ji Zou.

The fluffy down jacket was bulging, and Wang Ping looked at Ji Zuo's eyes as if he had been wronged by the sky, and then complained softly:

"Hands are cold."

"I don't want to turn over..."

The film king, who was still in the cold wind just now, instantly changed his face, lowered his head, looked at Wang Ping with warm eyes, and smiled softly.

Before the film king raised his foot to get the book, he said softly:

"Got it. I'll turn it over for you."

·

Ji Zuo brought over the script and obediently flipped through the book for Wang Ping.

Wang Pingkeng's lovely junior became his queen's book-turning ambassador, and he happily leaned on the cushion on the chair to order Ji Zou to turn over the script.

Wang Ping is really a gentleman.

He is merciless in commanding the actor.

"Raise it higher."

"Can you underline that word for me?"

"You read the line of saving the lamp, here I have a little..."

The request was rich and full of tricks, and the assistant looked on in fear, fearing that Ji Zuo would be violent and give up.

And then there will be the headlines tomorrow - "Actor and top performer disagree".

But in fact, Ji Zuo is very patient. He not only meets Wang Ping's various requirements, but also plays freely.

"Brother Wang Ping, can I draw lines with a blue pen?" Ji Zuo responded, "If not, I still have a pink pen."

"It's fine to read the lines, but if you drink saliva, your voice will become hoarse."

"Are you hungry? Do you want to eat chocolate?"

As we all know, the crew is not used for filming, but for showing affection.

Two people sitting in the corner, even if it's just such a simple picture of you flipping and I read, it looks like a scroll painting.

Everyone on the set who was okay for the time being was secretly looking at them, and I don't know how many photos were taken before they were willing to stop.

The make-up artist was also one of this group of people. She really couldn't bear to spoil the picture, hesitated, and after a long while of detours, she found a way and slowly walked to the side of Wang Pingji.

"Two..." the makeup artist said cautiously.

Wang Ping and Ji Zuo raised their heads—it was almost the same frequency, and the synchronization rate was so high that it exploded.

"That..." the makeup artist said softly, "The director said that the filming might start, and I need to touch up the makeup..."

The makeup artist was actually very afraid that the two of them would be unhappy. After all, if it was her who was in love with her boyfriend, she would be very angry if she was suddenly dragged up to work.

But Wang Ping jumped up from the chair immediately.

Just now, he was so lazy that he had to turn over the script for others; the person who used fear of the cold as an excuse and was reluctant to stretch out his hand is now not afraid of the cold at all.

He quickly put the hot water bottle on the chair, and quickly ran to the small area where the make-up was done, wearing a down jacket.

The make-up artist looked at Wang Ping who was running away, then turned his head stiffly in stupefaction, and looked at the actor sitting on the chair who had been left behind.

The makeup artist originally thought that the movie star would be very angry, or at least lonely.

But Ji Zuo just smiled and looked at Wang Ping who was walking forward.

Wrapped in a long down jacket, Wang Ping walks in the cluttered background, but his slender figure stands out in the messy studio.

In the turbulent times, only Wang Ping's color is not gray.

Ji Zuo likes, always likes, Wang Ping, who is full of enthusiasm for acting and the world.

·

Ji Zuo fixed makeup faster than Wang Ping. Before entering the shooting location, he went to Wu Guangji to say hello.

As soon as he approached Wu Guangji, he saw an old man standing next to Director Wu—Tang Hongtu came.

"Old Tang, you are here." Ji Zuo said hello.

"I really have nothing to do. Come and see you and learn." Tang Hongtu smiled.

Normally, Ji Zou should be polite and learn from you, but Ji Zou didn't say anything, his eyes were completely attracted by the monitor in front of Wu Guangji.

The cameraman was adjusting the equipment, and Wang Ping happened to be captured on the monitor closest to Ji Zou.

Wang Ping was crying.

Wang Ping, who had just finished his makeup, was still wrapped in a down jacket, leaning against the pillars in the long corridor, weeping silently.

Pretty People Cry is full of storytelling.

Transparent tears slid down the corners of his eyes, rolled down to his chin and fell down again, his thin shoulders trembled, as if his whole body was about to be broken together.

Ji Zuo looked at the screen, feeling like a knife was twisting his heart.

"This is a crying scene." Tang Hongtu smiled at Wu Guangji, "Little friend Wang Ping entered the scene really quickly."

"It's really good." Wu Guangji picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered, "Okay, Wang Ping can stop crying, just wipe away his tears so that his eyes are red."

On the screen, the makeup artist said this sentence to Wang Ping.

Wang Ping was stunned for a moment, but still rolled two tears, then smiled embarrassedly, knelt down and asked the makeup artist to wipe his tears.

The makeup artist wiped away Wang Ping's tears, fixed his makeup, and fixed the camera.

Wang Ping took off his down jacket, turned to the camera that caught him just now, glanced up inadvertently, and Ji Zuo took a deep breath——

In just a few minutes, Wang Ping's temperament was completely different from the one when he was embarrassed to laugh just now.

There was a dead silence in his eyes.

There is nothing greater than death.

In a dilemma, Ye Minghuai had nowhere to go—now, it wasn't Wang Ping standing there, but Ye Minghuai.

"Ji Zou." Wu Guangji's shout woke up Ji Zou who was standing in a daze.

Ji Zuo raised his head, glanced at the director, and immediately walked quickly to where he was supposed to go, and lay down on the bed.

Ji Zou closed his eyes, waiting for the moment when the director instructed him to start acting.

For a while, before it was his turn to play, Ji Zuo lay quietly on the bed, his mind was full of Wang Ping's extremely Ye Minghuai expression just now.

Ji Zuo said to Tang Hongtu that day that he respected Wang Pingping, which was somewhat mixed with personal emotions.

But as this period of time passed from scene to scene, Ji Zuo discovered that Wang Ping had really become an actor he respected before he knew it.

Not just Wang Ping's dedication.

And Wang Ping's talent.

The most frightening talent——Wang Ping is the first person in this world who can bring himself into the play.

but.Ji Zuo closed his eyes and thought.I'm afraid it is unlikely to enter the play today.

After all, Xiao Cundeng knows nothing, but Ji Zuo has read the script, he knows what will happen in the next stage, of course it is impossible to integrate with Xiao Cundeng.

But that doesn't matter either.

Ji Zuo has never acted in movies by acting in plays.

"Okay, the season begins."

The moment he heard the director's order, Ji Zuo threw away his complicated thoughts and sank into the drama.

Half of Ji Zuo's soul flew into the sky above the set, just like the previous scenes, looking down on the acting Ji Zuo from a high position, judging the quality of his every movement and expression.

Inside the room, the lights flickered.

Xiao Cundeng rubbed his eyes and got up, in a daze, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Xiao Cundeng stretched out his hand and touched the empty bed next to him - it was already completely cold, which meant that Ye Minghuai had been out for a long time.

"...Where did you go?" Xiao Cundeng frowned, muttered softly, got up from the bed, and just put on his shoes, the door was pushed open.

The wind brought by Ye Minghuai's push of the door blows the newly installed gauze curtains, and also blows the candles in the room;

Xiao Cundeng stared blankly at Ye Minghuai.

In a split second, Ye Minghuai, whose eyes were red and heart ashen ashes just now, put his hands back, swung his ponytail, and showed a bright smile.

"Senior brother."

Ye Minghuai suddenly smiled, matching his smile, at that moment, the lighting engineer turned on the group of lights, and all the haze was swept away immediately.

"Snapped."

Ji Zuo felt that half of the soul flying in the air suddenly disappeared, it flew towards Ji Zuo, and merged with Ji Zuo.

Ji walked into the play and became Xiao Cundeng.

Xiao Cundeng caught Ye Minghuai's moodiness the moment he entered, frowned and asked, "Brother, where have you been?"

"Where can I go?" Ye Minghuai said with a relaxed smile, "It's just that I just couldn't sleep and went out for a walk. I wanted to invite some people, but who knew that some people drank a glass and slept like pigs."

"I can only go out by myself."

Behind Ye Minghuai, who Xiao Cundeng couldn't see, Ye Minghuai's hand holding the dagger trembled slightly.

Xiao Cundeng stared at Ye Minghuai, looking down from his eyes to his trembling shoulders, and asked, "Brother, what are you hiding behind?"

...Hiding the knife that Master forced me to kill you with death.

Ye Minghuai closed his eyes, enduring all the pain in this closed eyes.

Ye Minghuai took out the knife from behind, opened his eyes, and showed it to Xiao Cundeng with a smile: "Small knife, if you want to eat fruit, you can just take the knife back—here, Wenlin fruit, do you want to eat it?"

Ye Minghuai said as he walked towards the window sill, where there was a fruit plate of Wenlin fruit.

Xiao Cundeng's eyes followed him closely, Ye Minghuai's shoulders were stiff.

Ye Minghuai pretended to go to the window as usual, picked up a Wenlin fruit, just cut the knife, the moment the tip of the knife touched the Wenlin fruit, a small piece of Wenlin fruit turned black.

By the way, the dagger has been poisoned, they must kill Xiao Cundeng...

Behind him is Xiao Cundeng's searching gaze, and the palm of his hand is the blackened Wen Linguo.

Ye Minghuai gritted his teeth, turned his eyes a few times, and suddenly thought of something.

Ye Minghuai inserted a short knife into Wenlin fruit, threw Wenlin fruit into the fruit plate, and turned around with a smile.

Ye Ming, with his sleeves full of wind, covered the fruit with his loose clothes, and said with a smile, "Hey, I don't want to eat it."

Xiao Cundeng repeated: "Oh, I don't want to eat."

Ye Minghuai knew that Xiao Cundeng had doubts in his heart, he gritted his teeth secretly, and still smiled: "By the way, Junior Brother, didn't you say that you want to travel the mountains and rivers and become a hero? I think it is better to hit the sun than choose the day, let's go now."

"……Now?"

"Yes." Ye Minghuai insisted, "Leave as soon as you say, let's leave a letter for Master and contact him later."

Xiao Cundeng didn't move, just looked at Ye Minghuai.

"Hurry up!" Seeing him not moving, Ye Minghuai inevitably became anxious, "Pack up your things and leave quickly, don't you listen to senior brother?"

Xiao Cundeng: "..."

Ye Minghuai's condition was not right, but Xiao Cundeng couldn't figure out what was wrong, he stood up slowly, and said in a low voice: "Brother, don't be angry, I'll just tidy things up."

Traveling in the mountains and rivers is not just going out for a few days. Xiao Cundeng has always done things in an orderly manner, but as soon as he packed up the gold and silver, Ye Minghuai walked up to him quickly, wrapped the package, and threw it into Xiao Cundeng's arms.

"That's enough." Ye Minghuai grabbed Xiao Cundeng's hand, "I'll buy it when I go out—Xingxia Jianghu brings more mothers-in-law."

Ye Minghuai's fingertips were cold, and Xiao Cundeng froze when he held him. He glanced at Ye Minghuai's anxious back, suddenly remembered something, and turned around.

I saw only the Wenlin fruit with the dagger in it just now in the dim light of the room...

Nothing had changed.

Xiao Cundeng withdrew his gaze, followed Ye Minghuai quickly out of the room.

What Xiao Cundeng didn't see was that in the dark, hidden behind several Wenlin fruits, one Wenlin fruit had completely rotted.

Just now Ye Minghuai rushed to Xiao Cundeng, pulled out the dagger, and exchanged for a fruit.

The two of them hurried out, but the room was too late to collect, and things were scattered all over the place, making it a mess.

Ye Minghuai held Xiao Cundeng's hand tightly, and walked forward quickly until he disappeared into the darkness.

·

"Okay, Ji Yiyi, and Wang Yiyi, please come here."

Wu Guangji's expression was very relaxed.

Ji Zou and Wang Ping often go through filming in one go, and Wu Guangji is used to it—that's why he dared to waste time tossing about the gauze curtain, it's purely because the two actors are used to it.

"Okay, you kid." Wu Guangji patted Wang Ping's shoulder, and moved him a stool for him to sit on.

"Hey, director, please guide me more." Wang Ping sat down on the chair, his eyes were still bloodshot, and he focused on watching the playback on the monitor.

"There is no guidance for guidance, you can go according to your own ideas." Wu Guangji pointed to an angle for Wang Ping to see, "I will do it again later, and shoot from this angle."

"Totally OK."

"Okay, then go and make up the close-up of this shot now."

Wu Guangji arranged for Wang Ping to be in an orderly manner.

Just as Wang Ping was going to go to touch up his makeup, he followed Wu Guangji's request to take a close-up of the fruit in Tibetan.

The moment he walked past Ji Zou, he saw his junior standing there blankly, as if he was still in a daze.

Ji Zou was in a daze. Although others walked to Wu Guangji's side, he belonged to Xiao Cundeng's part and remained in the dark corridor where the lights were deliberately turned off.

Ji Zuo hasn't played yet.

"Junior brother." Wang Ping looked at Ji Zuo for a while, and snapped his fingers in front of him, "Hey, junior brother?"

The shouts of two different titles dragged Ji Zuo out, and Ji Zuo looked at Wang Ping with a dull expression.

"What's wrong, Brother Wang Ping?"

"Ask me what's wrong." Wang Ping laughed, "The play is over, the play is on!"

As Wang Ping said, he smiled and walked towards the setting place, muttering to himself-"Is this the actor's entry? You deserve to be the actor."

Ji Zou looked at Wang Ping's back, for a long while, lowered his head, shook his head and smiled softly.

This has nothing to do with the actor, you brought me into the play.

Wu Guangji and Tang Hongtu were still watching the replay, the two of them communicated in low voices, and Ji Zou also leaned over to look at the monitor, just in time to see Wang Ping inserting the knife into the Wenlin fruit, turning around and shaking his sleeves, and the moment his eyes changed.

"Brother Wang Ping is really good at acting." Ji Zuo said softly.

Wu Guangji and Tang Hongtu stopped communicating and looked at Ji Zou.

Ji Zuo raised his head and looked at the two masters in the industry, a little indescribably proud, and said to them: "Brother Wang Ping is really talented, isn't he?"

Wu Guangji and Tang Hongtu didn't answer yes or no.

The two looked at each other, Wu Guangji turned to Ji Zou, and coughed lightly: "You... really think so?"

Ji Zou: "...Is there something wrong?"

Wu Guangji didn't answer directly, but looked at Tang Hongtu with a smile, and kicked the ball to him: "What does Mr. Tang think?"

"Hmm..." Tang Hongtu thought for a while, and looked at Ji Zou with gentle eyes, "Does Xiao Ji's Best Actor believe me in the eyes of an actor?"

Ji Zuo's heart sank slightly, but he still nodded.

"Of course." Ji Zuo said, "I believe in the vision of the old man."

"Okay. Then I'll just say it straight." Tang Hongtu said, "Actors like you are one in a million actors I've seen... Oh no, one in a million talented actors."

"But little friend Wang Ping, he's not."

While Tang Hongtu was speaking, Wang Ping had already appeared on the monitor. His eyes were not red and swollen enough, so he rubbed his eyes consciously and wept freely.

Tang Hongtu looked at Wang Ping's tears and chuckled, "Of course—if hard work can be regarded as talent, then he can also be regarded as... talented."

·

It took three days to shoot the whole scene of the scene, all the details, and the shots.

After the three days are completed, everyone will pack up their bags and transfer to another film and television base in Sichuan to film the exterior scenes after Ye Minghuai and Xiao Cundeng escaped.

Everyone has to tidy up and rest, and go back to their rooms after the show.

Ji Zuo didn't like others touching his things, and said he collected them himself, but for half the night, he just lay on the bed, thinking over and over what Tang Hongtu said that day.

Ji Zou was playing with the earthenware pot that Wang Ping gave him when they first saw him, and listening to the voices of people coming and going outside the door, many scenes appeared in his mind.

In the first audition, Wang Ping fell into the water, and the splash was well controlled.

It must be a beautiful shot after honing it over and over again - he has trained his body to muscle memory, so that he can repeat that perfection over and over again.

When he got up from the water, he was exhausted and could only lie on the floor panting.

That night, Wang Ping was going to play against Tang Hongtu the next day, so he embarrassedly asked Ji Zuo for help.

Polishing the script over and over again, and after reaching perfection the last time, Wang Ping relaxed and took long breaths as he fell asleep on the sofa.

And crying scenes...

At first, Wang Ping couldn't cry out the tears that he could release freely.

It's just that after practicing many times, those beautiful eyes, which can make money just by taking a few flashes, are so swollen that they must be iced.

Wang Ping couldn't stop crying, trembling on his shoulder.

And every time Wang Ping smiled, bounced and flew to the splendid ancient buildings in the crew shed, walking among the tall buildings and jade buildings, becoming the most dazzling existence there.

"If hard work can be regarded as talent, then he is also considered talented."

However, how much effort has been put in.

It was only in exchange for this kind of situation that a talented person may be able to reach it on tiptoe.

Ji Zuo sat up from the bed.

He couldn't wait here any longer, a strong yearning came to him, he wanted to see Wang Ping, and he went now.

Ji Zuo placed the pot in the middle of the soft bed, put on a sweater, crossed the corridor, and rushed to Wang Ping's door.

Ji Zuo raised his hand, and just as he was about to knock on the door, Wang Ping's door swung open.

Wang Ping appeared inside the door. He should have just taken a shower. His hair was softly stuck to his neck and hadn't been blown yet, and his bathrobe hadn't been fastened yet.

Loosely, revealing a large collarbone.

This dress was one size larger than Wang Ping himself. It was originally a V-neck and low-cut pajamas, but now it was so open that it was almost unobstructed.

Ji Zou suppressed his crumbling rationality: "Brother Wang Ping, clothes."

"Huh?" Wang Ping looked down at his pajamas, stretched out his hand and pulled the clothes down, but found nothing wrong, "What's wrong with the clothes?"

"Put on your clothes." Ji Zuo gritted his teeth.

"Ham, why wear it well, I'll take it off anyway—Ji walks in."