Sorry, there are also fake doubles [entertainment circle]

"More than 20 hours."

"You stayed in Jiangcheng's room for more than 20 hours."

"A day carries a night."

Zhao Si also returned to his room, leaning on the small pillow to ponder the script, and Fei Dajin buzzed in his ears: "You didn't do anything?"

"Done."

"..."

Zhao Si also praised the script: "I recited the lyrics."

Fei Dajin: "..."

"Forget it, as long as you don't feel bad."

He suppressed his gossip, and said again: "But this matter is finally over, you don't know, there are quite a lot of people apologizing to you on the Internet now, there is a saying called abuse fans, they say they are all from being abused."

Fei Dajin Lele said again: "And you and Jiangcheng's CP, who is a bit out of touch, have already climbed to the top three on the topic list, and that blurry surveillance video has been cut into flowers. "

Zhao Si also gave a dry laugh and ignored him.

Fei Dajin muttered for a while, and seemed to remember something: "I thought about it later, if Jiang Cheng had already solved this matter for you, in fact, he might not have let us post this video at that time..."

Zhao Si also raised his eyes slightly, and let out a "hmm".

"But now with the video, it will definitely be more convincing."

Fei Dajin heaved a sigh of relief, and said: "By the way, just now, the field management came to inform, because this incident delayed the start of work for two days, Director Lu is now anxious like a monkey, and there are still scenes that need to be re-shot .”

Zhao Siyi: "Reshoot?"

"Fan Chuyu has been replaced."

Fei Dajin looked as if he deserved it: "His Luo Qing, I heard that he has changed his acting role, and he is also a young freshman who has just become popular recently. It is not easy to find someone temporarily, and there are not many actors who have a schedule. This is to save the scene. The service side said that it is likely to resume the boot this afternoon."

In fact, everyone is the same, Zhao Si also nodded and continued to read the script. At around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, a phone rang, and Fei Dajin drove a small BMW, and brought people to the set to start work.

Looking across the road, a black Mercedes has already parked at the door of the three-story bungalow, and the light is on in the lounge on the second floor, indicating that Jiangcheng has arrived.

Dong Dongdong took out the commonly used stomach medicine and daily necessities from the small suitcase he brought over, and muttered in a low voice: "Brother Jiang, you left in a hurry that day, and you didn't bring anything with you. I followed, but Miss Xia took her back into the cave..." and his cell phone was confiscated.

Jiang Cheng didn't say anything, Dong Dongdong heaved a sigh of relief seeing that he didn't intend to settle accounts.

After putting away the sundries, he came out with two or three books: "Brother Jiang, I see that the two books you brought before have been read. This is on your bedside table. Use it to fill in the gaps. I will put it on the coffee table. ?”

Most of the books Jiangcheng read are related to acting, and there are also many novels and magazines. He likes to be quiet and has no hobby of playing games and eating. Pass the waiting time.

These few books were all placed by Jiang Cheng's bedside, and one bookmark was still inserted. He seemed to have read halfway through it, so he packed it up and brought it here.

"Take the book in the middle to the set, and put the rest in the hotel."

Dong Dongdong responded, and took the bookmarked book: "Okay, Brother Jiang, what do you want for dinner?"

That's what he asked, but he didn't wait for an answer, because Jiang Cheng's answers to such questions were always casual, and he still had to use his own brain.

Dong Dongdong was thinking about whether to eat steak or eat grass and drink protein powder, but he suddenly heard someone in the room say: "Let's eat Japanese food."

"..."

Dong Dongdong's ears protruded three meters, and after confirming that he was not hallucinating, he was stunned for a moment.

He inexplicably felt that Jiang Cheng had become more lively after two days of absence, but it seemed like an illusion.

Because there was no time to temporarily set up the scene, the first scene of the restart was still at the newspaper office. Lu Ye advanced the few shots that could be shot the fastest, with a look of urgency in his eyes.

"Hurry up, hurry up, put the props on a desk and bookshelf, don't be so slow, move."

"Over there, the group performers hurry up and look down at the newspaper. Cover your feet with a box if you haven't changed your cloth shoes!"

"Brighter lighting! Give me a solid scene in this place, don't expect everything in the later stage!"

The set was overwhelmed for a while, Zhao Siyi was sitting next to him under an umbrella, he had already changed into costumes, the makeup artist was doing his hair, Lu Ye's voice fluctuated from near to far, and finally wafted to his ears.

"Wheat, here we come."

As soon as Zhao Siyi raised his head, Lu Ye had already greeted him: "It's really hard work for you to fly here so quickly."

The make-up artist had good eyesight, and immediately recognized the man who came in behind as Mai Yu, and said to Fei Dajin: "Hey, he just hit the Internet drama recently, so he is a little red, right? The traffic of our movie is booming. "

When he said this, Fei Dajin remembered that he often saw such a person on hot searches.Lu Ye on the other end led Mai Yu in, and introduced as he walked: "This is Xia Qi, who plays Luo Yu. Your main shots are with him, and some are with Jiang Cheng. I'll call you in a while. Familiarize yourself with it and try to get into the state as soon as possible.”

"Hi, I'm Maiyu."

The other party had already stretched out his hand, and Zhao Si didn't bother to look at it, so he shook it quickly: "Hello, Xia Qi."

Mai Yu's appearance is tough, although the face is long, but the proportion is very harmonious, the single eyelid is thin and long, which is a very standard appearance of Asian men.He looks very young, not more than 20 years old.

Zhao Si also shook hands, inexplicably felt that he looked a little familiar, but couldn't quite remember, the other party seemed to have paused for a moment, and then returned to normal with a smile.

Lu Ye went on to introduce: "That area is a rest area, and now it's not so hot, just move a chair. Fuhua is in the shed to the north. Our crew is actually very simple."

Mai Yu: "..."

Yes, very simple.

The simplicity that has been searched eighteen times.

"And everyone is very enthusiastic. You are all young fresh meat, so don't feel uncomfortable. Let's go and take you to the Jiangcheng lounge to say hello."

Mai Yu who was standing was a little nervous for a moment, and stretched out her hand to straighten her collar. The next second, there was a commotion in the studio.

The vague voice was mixed with the sound of something falling to the ground. Lu Ye glanced at the newspaper office, and was a little surprised to see Jiang Chenghe coming out, so he called, "Xiao Jiang, just right, come to say hello."

Zhao Si followed Lu Ye's words and looked over. Jiang Cheng was standing at the door of the newspaper office, with a tall and handsome profile, holding something in his hand.

After a while, Jiang Cheng turned around and stepped out the door without looking back.

Those two long legs walked with the wind, as if they were going to step directly into the lounge. Seeing that he didn't answer, Lu Ye hurriedly called out: "Jiangcheng, this Maiyu, come and say hello."

In the open space a few meters away, Jiang Cheng was wearing a black sweater, and Dong Dongdong followed behind with a pale face, desperately gesturing "Farewell" to Lu Ye.

It is not appropriate to exchange pleasantries at this time.

It's a pity that Lu Ye didn't pay attention to it. He had already brought Maiyu closer to him, and became familiar with him: "This is wheat, this is Jiangcheng. Hey, I thought about finding a place to eat casually at night, just as a welcome, and then Sweep the mildew..."

"No."

"..."

Jiang Cheng's eyes were extremely cold, he barely glanced at Maiyu, then turned sideways and went straight upstairs.

The atmosphere instantly became extremely awkward.

Lu Ye was surprised, and Mai Yu, who was standing beside him, forced a smile: "I work out, but I just don't eat much."

Lu Ye waved the script angrily, and nodded.

Although Jiang Cheng was alienated from others, he was never rude.

He had never seen Jiang Cheng look so angry, as if the eighteenth generation of his ancestors had been dug up, and the cold anger hit his head directly.

Not even in the mood to say a word.

At the beginning of the first meeting, Fei Dajin felt that the two would definitely have bad things to say in the future, so he pulled Zhao Siyi and muttered: "Be careful in the future, don't get involved."

"Know it."

Zhao Si also echoed, but his mind was still thinking about Jiang Cheng's abnormal performance. Over there, Lu Ye had already called the drama manager in the newspaper office to ask about the situation.

A short man with a pale face rubbed his hands and said, "It's our fault, it's our fault, the owner of the props didn't pay attention, and put Teacher Jiang's book on the shelf as a prop, and people came and went bumping into each other... When I came here, I took the book and got angry."

Lu Ye frowned: "That's all???"

Mai Yu responded with a smile: "It is said that Ren Hong has a temper, but Teacher Jiang has a normal temper no matter how old he is."

Manager Maiyu next to him had an ugly expression on his face, but he didn't dare to say anything, and couldn't help muttering: "Is the red out of the universe? Really... what a big deal."

Zhao Si also frowned slightly.

There are no airtight walls on the set. Although it is a trivial matter, it seems that Jiang Cheng is indeed domineering and unreasonable. If it spreads out, it will probably be unpleasant.

And he didn't think Jiang Cheng was the kind of person who would embarrass others because of trivial things.

"I'll go find him."

Zhao Si also threw the script to Fei Dajin, got up and walked towards the lounge, Fei Dajin's eyes were about to pop out: "Didn't you just say you know!"

"You know shit!"

Zhao Siyi's behavior is tantamount to hitting the muzzle of a gun.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Jiang Cheng was in a bad mood. Even the little eunuch Dong Dongdong, who liked to use him, was kicked out and could only guard the door.

"You still don't want to go in."

Dong Dongdong looked at Zhao Siyi with a nasty look on his face. It was also the first time he had seen Jiang Cheng lose such a temper.

In his impression, Jiang Cheng would hardly be angry, like when he was first sent here as an assistant to be clumsy, Jiang Cheng never picked a word.

Zhao Siyi: "I'll go and have a look."

Dong Dongdong remembered how Jiang Cheng was going to scratch him just now, and shivered: "Farewell, isn't it good to be alive..."

"It won't freeze to death."

Zhao Si also blinked at him, pushed the door and went in.

Unexpectedly, there was no messy scene inside the door, but unexpectedly quiet.

Zhao Si also wore Luo Yu's little black coat and closed the door gently.Only one light was turned on in the lounge, and there was no one on the sofa. Jiang Cheng was sitting alone at the table, with a circle of mirror lampposts lit beside the table.

Zhao Si also inexplicably felt that his profile was a bit thin, his handsome profile was alienated, and the tails of his eyes were half down.Like a lonely lamp, shining on a deserted island.

Jiang Cheng didn't look up:

"go out."

The person standing didn't move. He saw that the book that caused the uproar was placed on the coffee table, and Jiang Cheng didn't look like a treasure, he just threw it away.

curiosity kills the cat.

Zhao Siyi took two steps forward by accident.

In front of you, on the table.

With a small eraser in Jiang Cheng's hand, he was erasing a piece of paper that had been stepped on.

The lines of footprints above have blurred the original imprints, and one can only vaguely see the old yellowed paper beneath the black and gray footprints.

It was just the most common piece of paper, but Jiang Cheng wiped it very carefully, as if he was afraid of bumping into something precious, his brows were tightly furrowed.

Zhao Si also missed a beat in his heart.

He couldn't see clearly, but he couldn't control his voice:

"what is this?"