Sorry, there are also fake doubles [entertainment circle]

Dong Dongdong: "Brother Jiang, I don't have Teacher Xiao Xia's phone number. I only have his manager, and it took a lot of effort."

Jiang Cheng: "Then you ask him."

Dong Dongdong: "..."

The little eunuch was lamenting that the general situation was over, and Jiang Cheng's eyes were slightly stunned, and his voice lowered a little: "You just say to change the phone number, in case the artist has something to call me for work."

Dong Dongdong was puzzled: "Mr. Xia has something to do with you?"

"..."

Jiang Cheng closed the script calmly: "There should be."

Thousands of miles away, Fei Dajin hung up the phone.

"Mr. Jiang's assistant said to change the phone number. I'm afraid you have something urgent to do with Jiangcheng. Xiao Zhao, do you have something to do with him?" He frowned: "I've already sent your phone number, here is Jiangcheng's number, why don't you save it? "

On the reclining chair by the window, Zhao Si also raised his head from the pile of lengthy lines, his bangs had been crumpled into chicken coops, like a cat with its hair blown.

He has been squatting here since he came back from work after eight o'clock in the evening. Lu Ye's scene was brought up suddenly. He had to memorize too many words and ponder too much.

Although he was a stickler at the beginning, now he is a bit of an actor. Zhao Si can see that this long segment requires a lot of performance. First, there is a depressive crying scene, then a long confession, and finally, he has to restrain his emotions , go to the next paragraph.

But now it is a problem for him to even cry, not to mention that he still has content and emotions to cry, which is too embarrassing for Sunshine, a good young man.

Fei Dajin was still holding the post-it note hand, Zhao Siyi glanced at it lightly, then retracted his head into the script: "No one is looking for him."

Fei Dajin: "..."

Dong Dongdong may be caring, but Jiang Cheng doesn't necessarily mean it.

Moreover, if Jiang Dayingdi really wanted to guide and guide him, wouldn't he be able to press the call button?

Zhao Siyi rubbed the nest of chickens on top of his head, and looked back at the whole page, even the words seemed to have wings and wanted to fly away.

His thoughts are like a rubber band, which can't stop shaking when someone flicks it lightly.

He thought of what he had done to Jiang Cheng before.

Although he knows that the other party is no longer an ignorant young man, he may not be too surprised by these physical conditions, and he may have experienced many battles, but as long as he closes his eyes these days, the extremely painful picture will still appear in his mind. Handsome face, with evasion in his eyes, and disgust in his expression.

Maybe it's because he's seen it.

And it left a deep impression on me, and I will never forget it.

embarrassing

Only fools make this call.

So Dong Dongdong watched the pan-fried lemon chicken breast and millet porridge on the coffee table change from hot to cold, and the hour hand pointed from 9:11 to [-]:[-]. Jiang Cheng was sitting on the sofa flipping through a thick magazine, page by page. In the past, it seemed to be turning over the Chinese chronology, and it was impossible to turn it over.

The black mobile phone brick was as quiet on the coffee table as it was, and it didn't even turn on.

In the end, Dong Dongdong couldn't bear the sleepiness anymore, and said, "Brother Jiang, if you don't want to eat, I'll clean it up, go to bed early at night, and have another day of filming tomorrow, don't be too late."

"Ah."

Jiang Cheng said casually: "By the way, take the phone to charge it, it seems to be out of battery."

Dong Dongdong: "..., good."

Early the next morning, Team A of The Siege arrived at the location. In the afternoon, the sky was overcast for a while, and the rain that had not yet fallen was wrapped in the clouds, and the progress of the crew was also close to a standstill.

The makeup artist wiped off the eye drops left on Zhao Siyi's face, slightly repaired and added a little makeup, and then shook the small bottle: "Is that okay, you're almost done with this bottle."

This shot has been taken twelve times, and Lu Ye was not satisfied once. Just now, his forehead turned blue and he almost lost his temper.

"Don't all your actors cry when they say they cry? Why can't you squeeze out at all?" The makeup artist sighed: "It's been filming all afternoon. If you can't do it better, the mosquitoes in a five-mile radius will be exhausted." gone."

"..."

Zhao Si was also very worried.

But he is not a professional actor after all, it takes time to mobilize his emotions and enter the state.

When Jiang Cheng was there before, the other party was always carrying his emotions. When to accept and when to release, Jiang Cheng was in control. Can.

But now it is a long monologue by one person, and he still has to cry. Zhao Siyi is very uncomfortable, and it is difficult to mobilize his emotions to the height that Lu Ye wants.

The next two times did not satisfy Lu Ye. He saw that Zhao Siyi's state was already difficult to concentrate, so he simply called out.

"Let's go back first. Lao Chen and I will go to group B to start the night scene early. Xia Qi, adjust your state yourself, and continue this scene tomorrow. If you don't pass it, you won't even think about eating this meal."

On the way back, Fei Dajin had a sad face.

This was the first time Zhao Siyi was embarrassed by Lu Ye in public.

"Actually, you should have called Jiang Cheng last night and asked him to help you through it and find out the problem." Fei Dajin looked back, his voice not much louder than a mosquito: "Acting is mostly based on experience, you I have never photographed this kind of pear blossom crying in the rain, of course I don’t know how to do it, he can teach you.”

Zhao Si also squeezed his fingers in the back seat and said nothing.

When I was alone in the room at night, I couldn't help but glance at the sticker on the coffee table that had lost its stickiness.

There is Jiangcheng's number written on it, as if hiding Zhuge's ingenious tricks, Doraemon's any door.

But in Zhao Siyi's eyes, it was more like an expired dried pineapple, which would starve to death after being thrown away, and would swell after eating.

He could only keep telling himself:

He called to study acting, not for anything else.

Even if Jiang Cheng didn't want to answer the phone and ignore him because of the previous incident, it was the young actor Xia Qi who was rejected.

Even if Jiang Cheng's tone was harsh and he didn't want to accompany him, it was the young actor Xia Qi who was sneered at by the actor.

not him.

After building an indestructible small shield wall for himself layer by layer, Zhao Siyi took a deep breath before sitting on the sofa and picking up the sticky note.

The next second, the phone in his hand rang first.

At that moment, the same number formed two lines on the screen and on the sticky note.

Zhao Si also froze for a second.

The phone was vibrating, as if there was a villain named Jiang Cheng, dangling attractively on the large screen of the phone, the tail of the serial number was shining, and it kept swaying left and right.

After a while, the villain jumped onto the post-it note again, tucked in his waist for fear that he would not see it, and swaggered through the market.

You can't eat this dried pineapple.

Zhao Si also crushed the villain to death and pressed the answer button.

The voice on the other end of the phone was very low, as if separated by a barrier of space, it suddenly became three-dimensional.

Jiang Cheng: "No?"

Zhao Siyi: "..."

It turns out he was overthinking it.

The other party was just talking about the movie, and his attitude was the same as usual, without any change.

Zhao Si also felt a little more at ease in his heart. He leaned against the sofa, with the script resting on his stomach, and lazily said, "Your news is pretty fast."

Jiang Cheng didn't mean to chat, and said directly: "Is the script by your side? I'll go through it with you first."

"Ah."

Zhao Siyi didn't reach out to take it.

He suddenly felt that lying on the sofa, with the air conditioner on, and listening to Jiang Cheng's voice, seemed very comfortable, and he didn't want to move subconsciously.

On the phone was Jiang Cheng's voice turning pages, and after a while it changed back to a deep male voice: "Page 67."

Zhao Siyi suddenly felt that he was very much like a senior tutor who tutored after class, he was good-looking and had a nice voice.

Jiang Cheng: "The core of this paragraph is the family relationship. Because it is a confession in front of the tomb, the emotions of the characters are relatively chaotic, so the lines are relatively trivial. I will read it first, and you can mark the pause point."

Zhao Si also did not speak.

Jiang Cheng didn't waste any time, and started to read directly: "Dad, I,"

"Jiangcheng."

He only read a word, but was interrupted by Zhao Siyi, the voice of the person on the other end was very soft, inexplicably a little soft, as if he was about to fall asleep: "How do you know that I haven't, you have eyeliner?"

Jiang Cheng frowned when he was interrupted by such an incoherent sentence: "Lu Ye said."

Zhao Siyi: "Oh."

Jiang Cheng: "You should have approached me yesterday, your foundation is too poor."

Zhao Siyi: "I'm afraid Teacher Jiang is too busy to take care of me."

As if he didn't expect the other party to have such concerns, Jiang Cheng paused, and then said: "As long as it's about acting, you can do it anytime." After speaking, he looked back at the script: "Let's begin."

Jiang Cheng: "Dad,"

Zhao Siyi: "Why me?"

Jiang Cheng: "..."

Zhao Siyi lowered his eyes halfway, turned his body sideways, picked up a square pillow on the sofa, and interrupted him in a low voice: "You don't seem to teach other people that way."

"Why are you willing to teach me?"

Maybe it's because I'm exhausted after a day's play, and exhaustion makes it easy to relax and want to indulge in beautiful things, so I don't have the original tight line of defense.

Zhao Si also felt that it was beautiful to lie down like this and listen to Jiang Cheng talking in his ear. He suddenly wanted to chat for a while, and he could talk about anything, just wanting to be self-willed.

But Jiang Cheng didn't answer.

Such a question seemed too intimate to him.

Especially after discovering that this young actor who was already talking about marriage raised the flagpole to him, it became even more unclear.

He didn't speak for a long time, thinking of a series of actions and words of the other party, the ride on the first day, borrowing a seat later, the interrogation in the lounge, and the raised pole...

The most important thing is the upright pole.

Jiang Cheng's eyes became a little serious, maybe the other party had already made a mistake.

"There is no reason, the old industry brings the new."

"Besides, when I said I could help you, I meant assistance in performing arts and simple work." On the other end of the phone, Jiang Cheng's voice was very cold:

"I don't mean to have any off-screen relationship with you, don't think too much about it."

People say that sweet dreams always wake up early.

Zhao Siyi discovered that it was the same if he hadn't dreamed.

He stared fixedly at the ceiling, and after a while, he let out an "oh".

"Oh." After finishing, he sat up again as if he was sober, picked up the script on his body, squeezed a pen from the coffee table, his expression returned to his usual sternness, bit off the cap of the pen and said, "Let's be right."

Perhaps his reaction was too flat, but Jiang Cheng stagnated for a moment.

It took him a while to pick up the script, and when Zhao Siyi became quiet, he began to read.

Jiang Cheng: "Dad,"

"Wait a moment."

"..."

Zhao Siyi snorted, and suddenly remembered the same thing: "Mr. Jiang, I'll take another red one. Sorry, please do it again."

Jiang Cheng frowned, and waited for him to finish his busy work before continuing to read: "Dad,"

"wait wait wait..."

Zhao Siyi: "I just turned the wrong page. I'm sorry."

After he finished speaking, he clearly felt that Jiang Cheng was going to hang up the phone in the next second, and said in a hurry: "It's been a day of filming and the script has been overturned. Without you, there is no place to ask. Sorry, you can do it again. "

"..."

Jiang Cheng waited for a long time this time, making sure that the father on the other end of the phone had nothing to take, no nonsense to ask, and then began to read words coldly.

Zhao Si also stepped on the sofa and quickly marked the bars with two pens in his hand, almost humming a ditty for joy.

If there is no connection, there is no connection.

Dad doesn't care about being related to you.

Pooh!

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