After transmigrating into cannon fodder, Slag Gong insists on pampering me

Gu Xiaoyang hesitated and said, "Forget it, it will hinder your time."

Mu Yanyu took a step forward and snatched the script book, flipped through it casually, and said decisively: "I'll give you the first sentence, you take the next one."

He started to read the next sentence directly, and raised his eyes to look at Ye Linyang: "You take the lines, it's easier to master emotions through dialogue."

It made sense after thinking about it, Ye Linyang began to continue the next sentence.

The two practiced the first scene a few times, Mu Yanyu nodded and said with a smile: "I remember the lines pretty well." But it was too mechanical.

"That's it." Mu Yanyu put the script book aside, and suggested: "This time, let's not only practice dialogue, but also integrate some scenes and emotions into practice?"

"You start to brew your emotions first, and we will practice later."

He was in the modeling industry before, and he had heard about some things in the entertainment industry, and there were so many melons on the Internet, even if he didn't want to know, he could just browse Weibo to see it.

The child is innocent by nature, except for the dark memory four years ago, he has been well protected by him afterwards.

Now to enter such a deep water circle, he must have a certain strength, otherwise it will be difficult to stand firm.

Just being hacked for acting skills can also make people feel depressed.

Mu Yanyu raised his eyes and glanced at the child, and the long eyelashes on his clean face fanned slightly, following his unintentional blinking when he looked down at the lines.

The thick eyelashes could not block those pure eyes, which were warm and comfortable like the winter sun.

When he smiles at you lightly, the sunlight will become hotter and hotter, burning your heart.

"You brew slowly, I'll wait for you." Mu Yanyu poured Ye Linyang a glass of water: "Drink some water first."

After taking a sip of the water and relaxing a little, Ye Linyang carefully thought about how to communicate with others, how to speak and how to act so as not to appear abrupt.

After a while, he said: "Okay, let's start."

After matching a few words, Mu Yanyu found that Ye Linyang's speech was smoother than before, and his movements were more natural than before.

He nodded and said, "Xiao Yang, you did a good job, but you can do better."

He took the script book and sat over, pointing to the scenes above, Mu Yanyu said: "Just imagine, if you saw those stray cats homeless in that scene, how would you feel?"

Ye Linyang imagined it in his mind, and there was a surge of emotion in his heart. He lowered his eyes and shook his head: "I feel distressed..."

Mu Yanyu rubbed the child's head, and said patiently: "Yes, you saw a group of stray cats and felt distressed, and then told the reporter that you were very aggrieved at the time, and you were even more worried about where these stray cats would go."

"Just use this kind of mood to talk to the reporter." He handed the script book to Ye Linyang and said, "Try again?"

Ye Linyang nodded.

After carefully watching the scene, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and imagined the scene in his mind, adding all the descriptions that appeared in the script book.

His emotion is not rich, it can even be said to be lacking.

Interpersonal communication is in the general work and necessary conversations, and the rest of the time he will keep a distance from people, always with a cool appearance, repelling people thousands of miles away.

Fortunately, he likes cats and can empathize with his current role.

He collected his thoughts and thought of the abandoned stray cats he had seen in the past, and even the stray cats that had been mutilated.

Those thin, dirty kittens were covered with scars, and they walked in places where there were few people with their tails curled up.

Some hungry skinny kittens can't bear to go to the trash can to find food, but some humans think they are dirty or some mischievous children beat or throw things with sticks.

He sat quietly, but clenched his fingertips tightly, raised his eyes a little, then lowered them again, closed his long eyelashes, opened them for several seconds, and then blinked vigorously.

This scene was all seen by Mu Yanyu. He observed Ye Linyang's expression and read the first line, which Ye Linyang followed up naturally.

Then they continue the conversation until the end of this small scene.

Mu Yanyu snapped his fingers: "Little Yang, you are amazing! You did a great job, and you interpreted your emotions well!"

With a snap of his fingers, Ye Linyang slowly raised his head, stared at Mu Yanyu for a few seconds, and then slowly calmed down the emotions that were still surging in his heart just now.

Facing the colorful light shining in from the sun, he smiled slightly: "...it's you..."

Looking at that sunny smile, Mu Yanyu was taken aback for a moment, before hesitating for a long time: "Huh?"

The smile on the corner of Ye Linyang's mouth slowly rose, and he thanked: "You taught me well, thank you."

Mu Yanyu:! ! !

The little heart seemed to be gently teased by the feather.

He raised his feet and walked forward, walked slowly to Ye Linyang's side, and sat down beside him.

Turning around, Mu Yanyu met those pure light brown eyes, propped one hand on the back of the sofa chair, leaned forward, and got closer to the child little by little.

Ye Linyang was stunned for a moment, then put his hands on the sofa seat, and gradually leaned back as Mu Yanyu leaned forward.

"You, what are you doing..."

When Mu Yanyu was about to kiss his lips by a centimeter, his body froze and did not dare to move, there was no place to lean back.

His heart rate began to speed up, the tips of his ears began to feel hot, and his cheeks were slightly stained pink.

Then Mu Yanyu stretched out a hand, his palm was slightly bent to grasp the seat, and he closed his eyes tightly.

Mu Yanyu closed Ye Linyang's drooping long eyelashes tightly, moved his eyes down, stared at those rosy lips, the thin lips were slightly parted, and reached out to the table behind him to take a water glass.

After a while, Ye Linyang slowly opened his eyes and saw that Mu Yanyu had already sat up straight and was drinking from a water glass. He turned his head and looked at the table behind him.

The pink cheeks were dyed another layer of color.

Mu Yanyu glanced at Ye Linyang's side face, licking his moist lips, he turned his gaze back, lowered his eyelashes, and took another sip of water.

Ye Linyang turned around and took a deep breath, he felt a little strange now.

When Mu Yanyu approached him just now, his first reaction was not to push him away, but to close his eyes?

His heart was still beating wildly, and when he was with Mu Yanyu, his body had more and more strange reactions.

"What are you thinking about?" Mu Yanyu approached suddenly, Ye Linyang turned his head, and his lips gently brushed the man's thin lips.

Mu Yanyu hooked her lips, with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "So you want to kiss me~"

"No!" Ye Linyang retorted in embarrassment, his face flushed, he immediately looked away from Mu Yanyu, and turned his head at a loss.

The heart rate finally came down to normal gradually, and now it is not normal again.

Mu Yanyu licked her lips in a daze, it was sweet and tasted like candy.

Seeing Ye Linyang's little red face, he put the water glass on the table in front of him, turned Ye Linyang's face back, and handed him the book.

Mu Yanyu teased and said: "Xiao Yang, you can do it. You can learn to integrate into the scene without teaching yourself. Just now, you thought I was that cat, huh?"

"Huh...?" Ye Linyang Zhengshen raised his head, then looked down at the script.

The front page script has a scene where he interacts with cats.

Mu Yanyu smiled noncommittally: "Then you think of me as the cat practicing with the cat."

Ye Linyang nodded, the embarrassment in his heart eased a lot, and he followed Mu Yanyu's words: "Okay."

Mu Yanyu leaned back on the sofa and asked, "Then what should I do?"

Ye Linyang looked at Mu Yanyu's tall body, blinked his eyes and thought for a while, then glanced at the script book.

He raised his eyes slightly, with an unnatural expression on his face, and said falteringly: "You, you lie on my lap, on my lap."

The scene is that the cat is lying on the lap of the person who adopted him, and the person who adopted him gently strokes the cat's fur, with loving eyes, more like pity for himself.

When Mu Yanyu heard this, she curled her lips into a smile: "Then I lay down?"

Ye Linyang suppressed the panic in his heart and kept reminding himself that this was just practice.

His legs were flat, Mu Yanyu lay on his side on his lap pillow, and was stiff for a while.

Mu Yanyu didn't urge him, let him adjust himself, and said in a gentle voice: "Follow your own steps, take your time, don't rush."

Ye Linyang let out a soft "um", and then slowly relaxed.

Stretching his hand in mid-air, he stayed for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and then slowly extended his hand to Mu Yanyu's head.

His hand touched Mu Yanyu's hair, his hair was relatively thick and hard, the kind that looked very stylish when styled.

Mu Yanyu's hair was shaved short before because of the need for stitches on the wound, but now it's a bit longer, and it's not as delicate as soft hair, and it's a little prickly.

But Ye Linyang had a different kind of fresh feeling, it was his first contact with people like this.

no no no!He shook his head violently.

Now it is simulating the scene where he gets along with the cat, and he wants to imagine him as a cat.

The cat in the movie is similar in character to the little cat in his family, very lively and cute, and also a small one.

Ye Linyang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and gently played with Mu Yanyu's hair, with a smile in his eyes.

Feeling Ye Linyang's touch, Mu Yanyu saw the smile on the corner of his mouth, and the soft part of his heart was gently scratched by the feather.

Unexpectedly, he would see such a pure smile of a child thanks to a cat.

His long and narrow eyes drooped slightly, and he was still a little annoyed.

Those cats turned out to have more expressions than the children he saw!

Then...

Mu Yanyu:!

Ye Linyang slowly bent down, rubbing the tip of his nose lightly on his nose.

Mu Yanyu:! !

Ye Linyang's eyebrows and eyes were curved like crescent moons, and his small rosy lips were slightly parted and kissed gently on the tip of his nose.

Mu Yanyu:! ! !

His heart was hit suddenly, and the calmness he pretended just now was completely exposed.

His body froze slightly, and he pinched his wrist vigorously, until his wrist turned red and felt a burst of tingling pain, he dared not believe the scenes just now.

After finally smoothing out the frizz just now, after thinking about it, he became even more frizzy.

After the scene practice was over, Ye Linyang looked at Mu Yanyu's dark face, as if anticipating the result, he smiled and said, "I'm not good at acting."

"No." Mu Yanyu said sincerely: "The acting is very good and natural, and very emotional."

He specially emphasized the words "very emotional".

Mu Yanyu was still unwilling to get up from Ye Linyang's lap, turned her lower body, looked up at the child with her face up, and asked tentatively: "You acted so naturally just once, is it natural acting?"

Ye Linyang shook his head: "This is how I get along with my three little furballs at home. I saw that the cat in the script is a bit like a little cat, so I unconsciously followed the way I treat a little cat."

Then he asked a little apprehensively, "Isn't that okay?"

Mu Yanyu grasped the horizontal axis of the back of the sofa, suppressed the restlessness in her heart, and said seriously: "Yes, the acting is very good."