Sorry, there are also fake doubles [entertainment circle]

"You pushed Director Fang's play just to accept this?"

Song Meixia stared at the wrinkled skin on the top of the wall, the white lime broke into an angry shape, which was quite funny.

"It's also difficult to release. If the filming is good, it will be mixed up with a third-rate award. If the filming is not good, it will be a stain. Is it because the script is good?"

The surroundings are bare, with only flat views and unobstructed light coming in. This small three-story building is the only house near the studio.

"Yeah." Jiang Cheng leaned on the sofa and replied casually, "Why are you here?"

"..."

Song Meixia reminded: "Zongzu, I am your manager."

She touched the calfskin on the sofa that hadn't been torn clean, and went around in a circle.It can be seen that apart from the things that cannot be dismantled, everything else has been arranged with care. The sofa and dressing table are newly bought, with the smell of just unpacking the cardboard boxes. .

Song Meixia turned around again, and then she said casually: "The casting guy told me that you didn't read the script at all, just scanned the PPT and signed it."

There was no expression on Jiang Cheng's face, as if the other party said to drink more boiled water, don't freeze, copied and pasted: "Yeah."

Song Meixia understood, this ancestor didn't intend to explain anything to her.

"I'm just worried, so come and see, it's nothing else."

She is the economic director of Qingyi, and there are so many artists in her hands. Usually, she would not be present at such a thing as joining a group. It is difficult for ordinary small artists to even meet her.

But Jiangcheng is different.

Since he entered the first year of junior high school, he has been told to do it himself. The goal of his work cannot be said to be "popular", but can only be said to be "care". KPIs are not calculated by money, but by mood.

This time, in order to confirm that her ancestors were not bewitched by evil spirits, she drove more than six hours to come to the production team in the wilderness, which delayed an unknown amount of travel.

But Jiang Cheng obviously had no intention of talking, so he nodded and continued to read the script.

The little assistant next to him saw that the atmosphere was not right, so he stepped forward: "Sister Xia, don't worry! I'm here, and I must take good care of Brother Jiang!"

"..."

As a last resort, Song Meixia glanced at her watch, explained a few more words, and walked back home.The little assistant followed and sent people away, and after walking for a while, Dou Di heard her ask: "Are there any actresses in this group?"

"Ah?" The little assistant was taken aback: "Yes."

"Who?"

"Republic of China drama, there are two grandmothers who play the role of Sunset Red Choir, and an old mother who plays a tailor. I just came here and asked for an autographed photo for my grandson..."

Song Meixia rolled her eyes at him: "Is the one who plays with him here? What's his name?"

The little assistant responded to the word "acting": "Another male protagonist? It seems to be called Xia Qi."

"Fortress Besieged" is a same-sex movie. He thought about the meaning of the leader, touched his head and said: "I asked, he has acted in some idol dramas, has no background and no fans, and I heard that he has a girlfriend who is about to get married. I know, it shouldn't be a problem."

Song Meixia didn't ask any more questions.

She had asked someone about the situation of these co-stars on the road, and it was almost the same as what she heard now.

"Be smart. It's a cold winter for film and television, and there are many companies that are in a recession. They do everything for the sake of being popular. I can't stop him from acting in this film. It's not impossible to make this kind of film with a wave of literary and artistic lines, but it must not be ignored. Hang on. After all, it’s that kind of film, everyone in Xiasanlu loves to do these articles.”

The high-heeled shoes clicked on the bluestone slab, and the little assistant echoed: "Don't worry, sister, I'll watch. Besides, Brother Jiang has such a personality, it's hard to think of anything."

Song Meixia did not refute.

Jiang Cheng's temperament is very cold, and everyone in the circle knows it.

From being popular in advance with a photo in the examination room during the art test, to starting filming in his sophomore year, to now in the industry for six years, and winning the golden seat of the youngest actor, Jiang Cheng has always been easy-going, and has almost no scandals.

Except for filming and other actors, there are very few involvements, and even the actresses who are in the opposite role rarely have personal relationships.

Circle send the title: the island on earth.

In fact, she hadn't asked about Jiangcheng for a long time, and she couldn't do anything about it, and she couldn't control it. If she hadn't had an afternoon tea with an acquaintance from the casting company, and the other party chatted that your Koujima signed the contract only because of the impersonation, She probably didn't notice this movie at all.

But when I noticed it, it felt weird.

It was really hard for Song Meixia to imagine that Jiangcheng would accept a third-rate same-sex movie without reading the script.

"Then I'm leaving, please pay more attention, there are some illegitimate fans of young actors, stop them."

High heels step into the car:

"Remember, don't make trouble."

This cinema is very remote, in the southeast corner of Yecheng, an underdeveloped third-tier city. Although the rent is cheap, it can be said that there is nothing around.

Half a street away from the resting building in Jiangcheng, there are two white temporary booths. Inside is a temporary dressing room that has just been erected. A square long mirror is placed on the table, shining a circle of pale light.

In the mirror on the far left, there is a light chestnut head crooked, with two ears hidden in the ends of the hair, and two AirPods stuffed inside. The fingers loose on the side of the chair move slightly, as if they are too boring after sitting for a long time. Fun.

"It's too hot. There's juice on the other side. I'll go buy two bottles." Fei Dajin put down his bag, glanced at the dressing table, his eyes were strange and nervous: "Oh, by the way, there are two bags of pineapples in the bag." Come on, if you're hungry, fill your stomach first."

The young man took off one earphone, glanced around, and winked at the door in a low voice:

"I'm allergic to pineapple."

This dressing room is not big, and the sheds are all temporary. Even if the voice is suppressed, it will inevitably fall into the ears of the people next to it. The makeup artist "poof" sneered: "Are you an agent or an assistant? Hired to support the scene Right, you don’t even know the habits?”

Fei Dajin stood at the door, his cheeks twitched: "What, dried mangoes, I made a mistake." Then he quickly moved away.

The white plastic curtain was raised and then lowered, and a gust of wind rushed in. The Yehe Cinema in June was hot and boring.

"Xia Qi, right?"

There were only two people left, and the makeup artist picked up a handful of light chestnut hair ends, his face was not very good-looking: "The casting side should have told you when casting the cast that you want to keep black hair."

He straightened it and compared it with his hands: "And the length is also said to be shorter, the student is so cute and well-behaved, you didn't listen?"

"Now I have to re-dye it. I will start the machine tomorrow, and there are four or five more in the afternoon to fix the makeup. You think I am a centipede, and I have ten hands to serve you one by one."

The person sitting didn't answer, as if the earphones were plugged in, but the stone. The make-up artist could only continue to fiddle with the broken hair around his ears, not much more interested than the screeching cicadas outside.

"Hey, why are you still piercing your ears..."

He lifted Xia Qi's broken hair on the left side of the ear: "Three nails are poking so big, if I pick them later, where can I block them for you?"

"Republic of China drama, why did you get your ears pierced..."

He had an indescribable weirdness, he always felt that there was something different between Xia Qi in front of him and the fixed-angle photo, but he couldn't say it accurately.

It's like a handsome boy next door, suddenly some part has mutated, it is the same face, but it has a strange beauty, like a lamb that can't be tied.

"Every time I talk to the group, I count young actors like you as the most unprofessional, and the image is so far from the contract..." The makeup artist muttered: "Mr. Jiang's car is on the opposite side, I have to go there soon. You will wait here after finishing the coloring in a while, and I will continue to make it for you when I get back from work."

"Teacher Jiang?"

Xia Qi, who was almost deaf, turned his head suddenly, put his chin on the back of the chair, and asked with a smile: "Which school's teacher? Can't he come to the dressing room and do it together? Isn't it faster, and I can chat for a while."

"..."

The makeup artist almost rolled her eyes on the spot.

"People have their own rest room, can it be the same as yours?"

The makeup artist drew a long tone: "If Mr. Jiang was not willing to act in this movie, the original cast would have been a problem for follow-up investment. You have picked up a big deal now, let alone waiting for makeup every day, the acting will not go well People are always a matter of saying a word at any time. And chatting..."

"Hey you!"

No matter what, he was just a powdered person. Fei Dajin stood at the door with two bottles of juice, wanting to curse, but he didn't have the confidence.

Because this industry is like this, it's normal to hold high and step down. He glanced at the person in front of the makeup table, and the other person's expression was as if nothing had happened, not even a little bit unhappy, so he turned off the tone in embarrassment.

Although he only dyed his hair black, his head in the mirror was very unevenly brown.The makeup artist adjusted the coloring cream three degrees, and the smell of the dye in the room was considered complete.

He pulled a large piece of tinfoil and a comb, and was about to start dyeing, but the next second, his wrist was caught.

"what?"

The make-up artist twitched subconsciously, and unexpectedly discovered that the force holding him back was not small. An adult man couldn't even move.

"Why are you holding me?"

He shouted at Xia Qi impatiently, his frown was reflected in the mirror, under which was a thin and white forearm.

A few blue veins are looming on the wrist bones, and the lines of the thin but not overweight man are slightly prominent, well-proportioned and beautiful.

Xia Qi said casually, "No need."

"Huh?" The makeup artist frowned.

"I said, don't dye your hair."

The young man's voice was a little louder, under the tips of his light chestnut hair, there was still a smile at the end of his eyes.

He casually pointed at his hair with his fingers, and said in a brisk voice, "This is a one-time hair dye, Boliwanx, which is black in the first place, and I'll go back after washing my hair."

"..."

The dressing room was silent for ten seconds.

The make-up artist with a hand of hair dye reacted, and instantly pulled out a donkey face: "Then you didn't say it earlier?"

He broke his voice a little: "I've been mixing the dye for a long time, and you just watch? Are you blind? You,"

"You can ask me a good question first."

The person sitting seemed to have no temper, and his voice was a little unserious, with a dimple on his lips: "Otherwise, I am a very troublesome person."

"..."

The make-up artist shook his head and lifted the plastic curtain, swearing a bad word and heading to the trash can, another gust of hot air came in from the shed.

It was like a handful of fish food pouring into a silent fish tank, there was no sound, but there was a commotion.

The person in front of the dressing table pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, and the little bangs were stroked up again, revealing his distinct facial features.

Neither thick nor light, the proportions are exquisite.There is a kind of comfort and beauty that belongs to the oriental people. It is placed in the scorching June, just like a group of egrets under the clear blue sky, full of distinct youthful spirit.

Fei Dajin was standing by the door, he was terrified by the scene just now, he came back to his senses for a long time, and then put the two bottles of juice that he had been carrying for a long time on the table, and turned his head like ants on a hot pot:

"Xiao Zhao! He said that the image does not match the contract! What should I do!"

"Cold."

"what?"

Zhao Si also propped up his extremely sleepy eyelids, and took a sip of juice first:

"Everyone doesn't comply with the contract."

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