Everything is good except for the acting

"It's not too light, it's just right." Unaware of Fang Jiang's narrowness, Zhou Zhi talked a little more in addition to being pleasantly surprised. "I also bought broad beans. The local beans are the best, but the life cycle is shorter. They haven't been released yet, and the time to market is short. Only the local beans are really soft and waxy, even the shells are waxy. Japanese beans can't be burned until they are green. I can’t burn the shell.” After speaking, he murmured, “I’ll make bean rice another day.”

Eating it in a bowl, thinking of being somewhere else, with crystal lights shining in his eyes, Fang Jiang couldn't help but laugh. "Are you good at cooking?"

"Not very good, just simple. I rent a house close to my parents, but it is too troublesome to go home to eat, so I have to cook some by myself. Usually vegetables are mainly, less oil and less salt, and the greasy pot is too heavy. It's hard to wash."

"Isn't it more appropriate to invite you to eat meat?"

"No, these dishes are in season. It's just right. It would be even better if you add pickled Duxian. If you have a mild taste, don't use bacon. Use south-style meat, which is between ham and bacon."

The greedy old embryo (*1) made Fang Jiang so greedy that he sent a WeChat message to his aunt Sun Chunlian.

Sun Chunlian replied immediately: I will have it when I go home tonight.

Seeing it, Zhou Zhi muttered softly, "Evil capitalism."

Fang Jiang's ears are very pointed. "You can't do it?"

"If you want to cut meat and put chicken, I can't."

"why?"

"The feeling of touching the flesh is too strange, like touching a dead body."

"Touched a dead body?" Fang Jiang glanced at her sideways, "Your parents can't do it?"

"My mother will, she will summon me if she does."

"That's fine, my parents..." Fang Jiang didn't continue, "The aunt at home can make it. If you want to eat, come back with me to eat."

As if he didn't notice Fang Jiang's hesitation, Zhou Zhi smiled and said, "Okay." No one would take it seriously.

While they were eating, they occasionally chatted with Fang Jiang. Neither of them had the habit of keeping silent. They just said whatever came to mind.She ate happily, Fang Jiang couldn't control it under her influence, and ate a lot, and the two put down their chopsticks almost at the same time.

"You can still eat."

"Thanks for the hospitality, it's really delicious." Looking at the broad bean shells in front of the two of them, Zhou Zhi thought: Who can eat better than anyone else.

The cleaning lady of the studio came to take away the bowls, chopsticks and boxes, and Song Yuan brought them tea.Fang Jiang picked up his teacup and took a sip. "You always seem to wait for others to speak first. You don't ask questions, and you don't speak first when you have something to say."

Zhou Zhi asked, "Why is a big star looking for me?"

"I can't find you if it's okay?"

Zhou Zhi blinked, with a very clear meaning, as if to say: Look, you know why I didn't ask.

Fang Jiang smiled for a while. "I want to hear your opinion on something. Director Kikujiro wants to remake "Doll". The main story remains the same and the other two stories are rewritten. He wants me to play a role. Do you think I should go or not?"

"Ah?" Zhou Zhi was genuinely surprised, "Are you asking me?"

"Well, let me ask you, in some respects, you know a lot about me."

From what aspects?Zhou Zhi was dumbfounded, how could she never know.Because of that PPT for the game, did he know her a lot?

"I don't understand... You and Ms. Meng should be the most clear about this matter."

"Yeah, so I want to hear your thoughts." Fang Jiang put down her tea cup and looked into her questioning eyes, "You know the difficulties of an actress, especially a 34-year-old actress who is only active in commercial films. In the future, there will be fewer and fewer dramas, the narrower themes, and more and more roles will be playing other people's mothers, other people's wives, either evil stepmothers or saints. There are too many actors who are better than me in acting. To tell you the truth, today's achievements are more or less because I have resources, but resources are hard to say, after all, there are not many mines in my family. I have always wanted to transform and want more opportunities, but it is so difficult. Director Kikujiro, Sister Shizhen came into contact with it very early, and I want to play the original role of Kanno Miho. Have you seen "Doll"?"

At this point, she remembered that Zhou Zhi might not have seen this movie. Compared with Takeshi Kitano's "Huahuo", "Big Brother", and "Bad Boy's Sky", "Doll" has a low score and is very niche.

Zhou Zhi nodded to show that she had seen it, and laughed when she heard the character of Kanno Miho.

"What are you laughing at? Think I can't act well?" Fang Jiang was a little unconvinced.

"No, I think it's funny to think of you with blank eyes, a demented look, and being tied up by a rope like you didn't wake up after taking a bottle of sleeping pills."

As soon as she said it, such a scene seemed to appear in front of her eyes, and Fang Jiang also found it funny. "The director said I'm not suitable."

Zhou Zhi completely agreed, "It's a waste for you to act."

waste?A few days ago, he said that he had no acting skills, but now it has become a waste.Women are really fickle animals.

"Kikujiro and Kitano Takeshi have different styles. Kitano Takeshi always takes men as the main body. Kikujiro will give women a lot of space. I heard that he is very good at mobilizing//teaching actors. Will the story change?"

"Yes, the main story remains the same, but the side stories..." Fang Jiang was a little speechless. "You seem to understand very well."

"I don't understand, I occasionally see it when surfing the Internet."

Is this something that can be seen occasionally, remembered, and expressed after remembering? "like to watch movie?"

"I like it very much. Movies are another kind of life. Just like novels, there is a feeling of living somewhere else... Why are you looking at me?" Zhou Zhi was flustered by Fang Jiangjiong's piercing eyes.Some people's eyes make people lose their souls, and some people's eyes make people worry.Fang Jiang's, it's not easy to say, it seems to have a small hook, which hooks and hooks in people's hearts, and it will inevitably make people bloody.

Gu Long has a book called "Seven Weapons", and the parting hook is one of them. I can't remember how thoughtful the story is.I just remember the inscription of that story: You used the farewell hook just to get together.Suddenly, she remembered that sentence, inexplicable, as inexplicable as Fang Jiang.

"I found that you are always surprising."

"To each other." The air conditioner in the office has been running, and the hat has been worn until now, and the top of the head is itchy, and I really can't wear it.Zhou Zhi shook his head and took off his hat, revealing his shiny head. "You mean bald?"

The bald head can always open Fang Jiang's mysterious door. After a short moment of astonishment, the surprise turned into a sincere smile.She smiled and sat beside Zhou Zhi. "Let me touch it."

Zhou Zhi instinctively hid back, "Female Bodhisattva, this is not good."

"Little master, it's just a pat on the head, what's wrong with it. Come on, come on." Fang Jiang deliberately used the tone of the mouse spirit in Journey to the West.

With the appearance of the king of the Daughter Kingdom and the tune of a goblin, Zhou Zhi covered his head and laughed.

"Little master, why are you laughing, you..." Fang Jiang couldn't stop giggling, leaning on the sofa, half lying down, clutching her stomach.Why is it so funny, my stomach hurts from laughing. "No, you have to give me a pat on the head."

"Why?"

"It's because of you that I lost my image."

Zhou Zhi thought: Ms. Fang, have you ever had an image?

"Let me touch it."

"Don't. It's just a bald head. It's like touching your thighs. There's nothing to touch."

"I don't care, I want to touch, I want to touch." In the big star's eyes that hide the world, there is only a bald head with hairy edges left.

Zhou Zhi still felt a little weird. "I was sweating just now, and my hands were sweaty."

Fang Jiang took out two tissues and hooked his fingers at her, "You can wipe off your sweat."

The two were sitting on the same sofa, no more than an arm apart. Fang Jiang just stretched out his hand if he wanted to rub or touch.But she didn't, she wanted Zhou Zhi to put her head in front of her.

Neither did Zhou Zhi, "Why, you want me to take off the head and hand it to you?"

"Hey, it's scary or not. Let me touch it quickly."

After all, Zhou Zhi didn't let the big star wipe her head of sweat. She wiped off the sweat and tried the feel. Well, it's not bad, so she pretended to be impatient and said, "Touch it. Seeing as you invited me to dinner." Come on, if you touch your head, you won't be invited."

"Grandet!" Fang Jiang tapped her forehead, ah, it was soft, and then her entire palm covered Zhou Zhi's head.

Zhou Zhi froze all over, the temperature in her palm seemed to spread from the top of her head to her whole body, carrying an electric current, and it just ran down her back like that.

Feeling Zhou Zhi's stiffness, Fang Jiang smiled at her: "Relax, I won't eat you again."

Zhou Zhi laughed dryly. "Female Bodhisattva, have you heard of Nine Yin White Bone Claws?"

The newly grown hair was not considered thorny, and when he stroked it gently, there was a slight itchiness in the palm of his hand. Fang Jiang couldn't tell what kind of mysterious feeling it was, like a new bud touching the earth, soft and full of vitality.

When Meng Shizhen knocked on the door and came in, he saw Fang Jiang caressing a bald head with a happy face, and the owner of the bald head was full of shame and indignation, his expression was distorted, his neck was stuck back, and he was trying very hard not to be hugged by Fang Jiang. into his arms.Almost, if she came a little later, Fang Jiang would hug that bald head completely.

What kind of plane!Meng Shizhen only felt the spring thunder roaring in the back of her head, shaking her to the point where she was in a mess, afraid that people outside would see it, so she quickly turned around and closed the door, even Song Yuan was also locked outside.

"Hey, Sister Shizhen." Fang Jiang turned to look at her, with his hand still on Zhou Zhi's head, reluctant to let go.

Meng Shizhen glared at the innocent bald head. "It is agreed to hold a meeting at 01:30 in the afternoon to select new people. It is now two o'clock."

"Ah, it's two o'clock, and Xiaoyuan didn't call me. The time flies." Fang Jiang reluctantly let go.

Feeling embarrassed about being raped, Zhou Zhi quickly jumped up, "You're busy, then I'll go back first."

"Wait, wait, that matter is not over yet. You wait for me here, it won't be long."

Zhou Zhi pointed at himself: "I'm waiting for you here?"

"Yeah, wait for me." Fang Jiang folded his hands together, please, "I'm here soon. You can play with your phone for a while, and use my computer if you want to write."

Zhou Zhi looked at Fang Jiang, and then at Meng Shizhen, who was obviously unhappy.

Meng Shizhen showed a standard smile: "Miss Zhou, if you sit here for a while, it won't take you long."

Zhou Zhi had no choice but to agree.

Fang Jiang closed the office door, smiled and went to the meeting room with Meng Shizhen.

"Ahem, you and that bald head..." Before Meng Shizhen could ask a question, Fang Jiang jumped up and down, light and cheerful, like a stream melting snow, full of laughter.

The author has something to say: Note*1

Greedy old embryo, describe people very greedy