Star chasing is not allowed in Chenghuang Temple

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Ning Feng and Jiang Jiu met at a Japanese grocery store. There were vinegar mackerel and arctic shellfish on the ice tray, and a charcoal-grilled saury was placed in front of each of them, which was tender and oily.

Jiang Jiu said: "Brother Ning, I originally planned to do ten rounds of your "Feng Lei Yin", but who knew that I would suddenly join the group, so I only did three rounds."

Ning Feng laughed: "I still miss that."

Jiang Jiu accidentally dipped in too much mustard, and swallowed a mouthful of Arctic shellfish, choking tears in his eyes: "Brother Ning's acting is good, watch and learn more."

"You're not bad either." Ning Feng pinched off the tail of the saury with his chopsticks, "I'm not going around in circles, I have a script that I think is suitable for you, and I want to ask if you are interested."

Jiang Jiu cheered up: "It's good to have a script, but I'm worried that I'm about to run out of plays, and I won't be able to pay the rent."

Ning Feng poured cold water on him: "It's a movie, the salary won't be very high, and it will take a lot of time."

Jiang Jiu was even more delighted: "I can act in a movie even if I paid for it! I haven't acted in a movie yet."

Ning Feng said: "You should read the script first, and leave your agent's email address. If you think it's okay, I'll talk to the director."

Jiang Jiu cautiously asked, "Could the director listen and reject me?"

"The director is my friend, he thinks your face is very suitable."

Jiang Jiu involuntarily raised his hand to touch his cheek.

Ning Feng told the truth: "As for acting in this movie, it sounds quite respectable, and the team is good. But we are also friends. I will tell you the truth. This script is risky. You will know it after reading it. Either It’s a waste of effort to win an award, or it’s a waste of effort to be unknown, and the shooting time is too long. If you want to maintain exposure, I’m afraid it will be difficult.”

But Jiang Jiu was right in his arms: "I just happen to have a headache due to the high exposure recently."

Ning Feng was puzzled: "What?"

Jiang Jiu said: "The marketing account is rounding me up online."

"That's it, I don't often read these things online." Ning Feng had already eaten a fish to the bone, twiddled his fingers and wanted to dig out the cigarette case, "Have you offended someone, who is it? If you know him, help him Say it."

Jiang Jiu said shyly, "It's Mr. Wang."

Ning Feng frowned and thought for a while: "Who is this, I haven't heard of it, maybe it's not in the circle."

Jiang Jiu laughed out loud, and then felt embarrassed after laughing, and pretended to pick up a piece of fish and ate it.

If they could stand high enough, these jumping clowns would probably not be able to touch their trousers even if they jumped three meters high.

Jiang Jiu sincerely hopes that he can have such a day.

Not long after that, Jiang Jiu received the script from Ning Feng. After reading it, he felt that the director was really ambitious and the script was really risky.

The title of the script is "The Wind Far Away", and it talks about a taste that does not please the audience: Si Ping, who is in a lost period of life, goes to Antarctica with the scientific expedition team, and sees her father, Si Yanshi, who has almost no memory, staying at the South Pole. Remains under the glacier.Along the way, Si Ping walked the road her father walked, saw the scenery her father had seen, heard Si Yanshi's stories from her father's colleagues, and imagined that her father participated in her growth.In the end, Si Ping made up his mind in front of Si Yanshi's remains, and continued to pursue his ideals.

Jiang Jiu was invited to play the role of Si Ping's father, Si Yanshi, a young scientist who died in the ice and snow at the age of 30, when his daughter was only six years old.

Jiang Jiu said to An Yanyun: "The script is high enough, but I don't know if the judges will buy it or not—the box office is no longer a consideration."

An Yanyun quite likes this script: "The story is quite good, reincarnation and inheritance are the eternal themes in the world, besides, you must look very pretty with your eyes closed in the ice."

Jiang Jiu seemed to have grasped the reason why the director chose him based on his face.

An Yanyun counted the time for him: "It's not a big problem. First, "The Groom of Amnesia" with a short production cycle is estimated to be broadcast in September or October, and "The Legend of Cao Pi" will also be released at the end of the year or early next year, even if the film has been filmed until next year. , and the exposure rate can also be maintained.”

Jiang Jiu nodded in agreement: "Then the last scene of "The Amnesiac Groom" must be filmed more carefully."

The script in his hand had unknowingly changed from "The Wind Far Away" to "The Groom With Amnesia". The last scene was a passionate scene that made An Yanyun depressed for a long time.

Jiang Jiu clattered and flipped through the script: "I always feel that this scene is not good."

An Yanyun has seen it before. It is a typical story of a domineering president and a charming wife. Ouyang Jie misunderstood that Wen Yuanyuan has fallen in love with Li Rongfei. Although he recovered his memory, he did not say anything about it. He also refused to have other contacts with Wen Yuanyuan. Yuanyuan finally gave up and went to Ouyang Jie's office to pick up all the little things she had sold in the past. Ouyang Jie remembered all the memories on those little things, and finally couldn't help but push him down on the sofa.

An Yanyun said: "Isn't this kind of role very simple for you?"

Jiang Jiu worried: "But——I have no experience."

"What experience?"

Jiang Jiu pressed An Yanyun's shoulder with one hand, pushed him onto the sofa with all his strength, and said innocently, "That's the experience."

An Yanyun looked up and saw Jiang Jiu's exquisite Adam's apple, as if a fire was burning in his chest all the way into his head.

Jiang Jiu pressed half of his body on him, and asked curiously: "Is it because you don't want to, or do you have a rule?"

An Yanyun said: "I'm afraid to scare you."

Jiang Jiu said: "I'm actually quite curious. You said that you were enshrined after death to reshape the immortal body. How is that different from ordinary people? I just think your body temperature is a little low..."

An Yanyun grabbed his waist: "Then I'll show you what's different about me."

He hugged Jiang Jiu tightly with both hands, and the two of them immediately lost their positions on the sofa.

A button fell to the floor, and Gu Lulu rolled under the coffee table.

When Zeng Ying came to pick up Jiang Jiu the next day, she felt something was wrong: "Why do you have such dark circles under your eyes?"

Jiang Jiu was expressionless: "I didn't sleep well last night."

An Yanyun opened the door for him with a guilty conscience, being attentive and thoughtful throughout the process.

When Jiang Jiu came to the set, something happened again. He said to Huang Luo righteously: "It's not good on the sofa, it's too easy to hurt the waist. If someone imitates and gets injured after the broadcast, they will sue the crew!"

Huang Luo was puzzled: "Isn't the sofa a very common place? Besides, there is no place in the office other than the sofa."

Jiang Jiu couldn't restrain his psychological shadow on the sofa at all: "It can be anywhere on the ground or on the table, just don't need the sofa."

In the end, Huang Luo respected Jiang Jiu's opinion and changed the scene to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He Xu was about to cry: "It's not as good as a sofa!"

Huang Luo comforted her: "It's okay, the point is to clap your hands, it's the same everywhere."

When undressing, Jiang Jiu had another opinion: "I don't think it's necessary to take off all the clothes, but it feels better to just unbutton them."

Huang Luo said, "Xiaoxu doesn't need to take it off, but you can show off your figure."

Jiang Jiu refused: "I'm not in good shape."

Huang Luo felt strange: "Why, Brother Jiu has a very good figure!"

As she spoke, she patted Jiang Jiu's chest casually, and then saw a purple bruise in the collar that she had accidentally torn open a little.

Jiang Jiu pulled back the collar in embarrassment: "Anyway... I don't want to take off my clothes."

Huang Luo said understandingly: "It's okay, let the shaper cover it up for you!"

The concealer wasn't enough, and Jiang Jiu only took off his shirt in the end, and the frontal shot of that showy figure was still on An Yanyun.

Jiang Jiu sighed at the side: "If I am praised for my good figure because of this shot, I will be ashamed of it."

An Yanyun bought longan between filming and apologized to him: "It's all my fault."

Jiang Jiu said quietly: "I blame you for what you did. I didn't ask for it." He learned from the pain and concluded: "Next time, you can't have a whim, you have to be fully prepared, and you can't have work the next day."

An Yanyun reached out and rubbed his waist.

After the filming of this scene, "Amnesia Groom" was finished, and the director of Ning Feng hadn't heard back yet, and Jiang Jiu had another vacation.An Yanyun had long thought about taking Jiang Jiu to take a stroll around his territory, so he released his own white dragon that night to wait in Jiang Jiu's apartment.

In the evening, Jiang Jiu, Huang Luo and the others came back from the celebration banquet, and as soon as they entered the door, they were entangled by the dragon's tail: "What's the matter?"

An Yanyun's palm covered Jiang Jiu's eyes again: "Take you to my site for inspection."

They first went to see how the reconstruction of several villages destroyed by the wildfire was going on, then went back to An Yanyun Temple to put on a new poster, and finally went to inspect An Yanyun's property in the world.

Jiang Jiu didn't expect that the restaurant chain that An Yanyun mentioned was not small, and there were branches all over Yunnan. He felt emotional for a while: "I used to say that if I can't make it in the entertainment industry, I will come to the restaurant to help you settle the score. Now I see , I’m afraid I can’t figure it out.”

An Yanyun patted him: "Nonsense, you can't get along."

Jiang Jiu grinned and went to order. He can't eat spicy food, so he ordered a casserole chicken.

The store manager came to serve the dishes himself, and he didn't leave after putting down the plate, just looking at Jiang Jiu with his eyes wandering.

An Yanyun had no choice but to introduce: "This is Jiang Jiu, mine, um, the one whose portrait hangs in my temple."

The store manager was moved: "It's a pleasure to meet you! Congratulations, sir!"

Jiang Jiu almost broke the chicken leg.

An Yanyun said: "This is the land here, and I usually manage things in the store for me."

Jiang Jiu asked: "Doesn't your Tianting not pay wages? One or two have to earn money by themselves."

An Yanyun said: "If you don't send ordinary money, you have to earn it yourself if you want to buy a new mobile phone; my start-up capital is still earned by moving bricks at the construction site. After all, I don't have an ID card."

Jiang Jiu was taken aback: "You opened such a big restaurant by moving bricks?"

An Yanyun said: "Later, I was short of money, so I went back and looked through it, and sold an ancient painting to get it all together."

Jiang Jiu concentrates on eating chicken and feels that an inspirational story has been shattered.

At night, An Yanyun took Jiang Jiu back to the new house he bought in Dinghu Garden, and Jiang Jiu looked around inside with great interest: "I like your taste in decoration."

He pushed open the bedroom door.

There was only one piece of furniture in the bedroom: a huge, soft bed.

The bedding is a bright red four-piece set.

Jiang Jiu was silent.

An Yanyun was a little cautious: "Uh, this, I received an ancient education, and I prefer this kind of education."

Jiang Jiu asked, "Why don't you light a pair of dragon and phoenix candles anymore?"

An Yanyun said: "It's in the kitchen drawer, I haven't taken it out."

Jiang Jiu stopped talking.

An Yanyun touched his back: "Xiaojiang?"

Jiang Jiu said, "My parents call me Xiao Jiu."

Jiang Jiu was trapped in the bright red bedding prepared by An Yanyun, and the dragon and phoenix candles were burning quietly by the window sill.

The bed was soft and comfortable.

Jiang Jiu was still very tired, and finally fell asleep with his pillow on An Yanyun's arm.