After the top flow fans fell off the horse

It is not uncommon for an actor to attend occasional activities after joining the filming group, and it is common to ask for a few days off with the crew temporarily. As long as the number of leave requests does not delay the progress of the crew too frequently, no matter how strict the director is, he will not embarrass the actors in such matters.

Song Rang is mainly active in the fashion circle, and he doesn't usually do variety shows. Before joining the group, he pushed all the work that could be pushed. Only the charity night in mid-August required two days off from the crew.

Ruan Yuwei had greeted the producer a long time ago, and before the date of the party, Song Rang went to find directors Yi and Yu.

It has been more than a month since Song Rang joined the crew. Knowing that he was slow to recite his words, the crew obviously slowed down the shooting pace. The two sides got better and better.

Now Yi and Yu saw that his nose was no longer the same as the beginning.

"Yuan Maojia just left and you're here again," he was drawing storyboards in the RV where the director was resting, and said impatiently without even raising his head when he heard Song Rang's words, "Got it."

The filming schedule of the crew is usually made by the producer, and Yi and Yu don't care what they are going to do, as long as they are on the crew when they have roles.

Song Rang found Yuan Maojia on the set: "Brother Yuan, why didn't you tell me you were going to the charity night?"

Before Ruan Yuwei showed Song Rang the styling made by the modeling studio, Yuan Maojia was beside him, and asked him if he was going to participate in the charity night. If you don't participate, I'm happy to know that the two of you can participate together.

After all, his friends are all from the fashion circle, and Yuan Maojia was the first friend he made in the domestic entertainment circle.

"I just found out." Yuan Maojia said, his expression was a little strange, and he didn't know what he was thinking while staring at the phone screen.

"Xu Shixi is going too?" Song Rang looked forward to it, "I haven't seen him for a long time!"

It has been nearly a month since we met last time. Song Rang is no longer satisfied with pure cloud sucking since he got in close contact with idols. He knows that Xu Shixi will participate in the annual charity night, and he specially walked through the back door to let Ruan Yuwei Get his seat closer to Xu Shixi's.

Song Rang's joy was beyond words at the thought of seeing Xu Shixi again and chatting with him.The closer the date of the party was, the happier he was. He seemed to be drifting as he walked. He was immersed in the joy of seeing his idol soon, and he didn't notice the strange behavior of Yuan Maojia who was always staring at his phone in a daze these days.

The assistants of Song Rang and Yuan Maojia are life assistants arranged by the crew, and they will not help them deal with daily affairs outside the crew.

They went to City A to attend the party, and only Ruan Yuwei was with them.

When arriving at the airport in City A, the person Ruan Yuwei arranged to pick up the plane was already waiting at the exit, Song Rang asked Yuan Maojia: "Brother Yuan, shall we see you off?"

"No need," Yuan Maojia said, "my manager is here to pick me up."

The phone in his hand rang when the words fell, he answered the phone, and waved goodbye to Song Rang: "My manager is here, Xiao Rang, see you tonight."

"See you tonight!" Song Rang said.

The driver directly dragged Song Rang and Ruan Yuwei to the IN modeling studio.

As one of the most popular modeling studios in China, IN, which mainly does evening party styling, undertook one-third of the artist styling work for the charity night.

Some celebrities don’t have time to arrive at the studio, and special stylists and assistants will take the clothes to the hotel where they are. The parking lot is also a busy scene, with cars coming and going, and you can see many celebrities’ nanny cars at a glance.

Although this is Song Rang's first visit to IN, he is quite familiar with the busy environment of the styling room.

The IN studio has six floors up and down. Except for one floor as the office area for employees, the remaining five floors are all separate modeling rooms.

Song Rang's private room was on the third floor. The staff led him and Ruan Yuwei there. Song Ruan had been waiting inside for a long time.

She also made a special styling today. Instead of wearing her favorite princess dress, she wore a small white suit with small flowers between the two braids.

Song Ruan was sitting on the stool dangling her legs and chatting with the stylist sister. She was not afraid of being raw and sweet-mouthed, and could chat with anyone. He jumped up and fell into Ruan Yuwei's arms.

"Mom, I miss you so much!" Song Ruan hugged her mother's neck tightly.

Ruan Yuwei knelt down and kissed her face: "I miss you too."

Song Ruan kissed Ruan Yuwei's face back heavily, and came out of her arms to hug Song Rang again: "Xiao Rang, Xiao Rang, Xiao Rang!"

During Song Rang's filming period, Ruan Yuwei went home twice, but he actually stayed on the set for two months. Although Song Ruan often made videos with him, Song Rang always held the script and recited his lines , failed to have a good chat with Song Ruan.

Now that she finally saw herself, Song Ruan hugged Song Rang's neck and didn't let go: "Xiao Rang, you and mother are so slow, I waited until the flowers all withered!"

Everyone in the styling room was amused by her words.

In addition to their family of three, there are two stylists and their assistants in this stylist. They are doing styling for Ruan Yuwei and Song Rang at the same time.

As the owner of a brokerage company, Ruan Yuwei will also attend tonight's charity night, but she doesn't need to walk on the red carpet.

Song Rang asked Song Ruan to sit on his lap, and the two of them faced the dressing table together, so that the stylist could do his makeup and hair for him.

He squeezed Song Ruan's soft little hand, and whispered to her ear: "Song Ruanruan, are you secretly playing Landlords again?"

Song Ruan glanced at Ruan Yuwei like a thief, and saw that his mother was busy with work while styling, so she whispered: "Oh, please keep your voice down!"

She was forbidden to play Landlords at home, so Song Rang would secretly play with her mobile phone occasionally.

Hearing what she said, Song Rang knew that he probably borrowed the stylist's mobile phone to play a couple of games just now.

Song Ruan's nose was almost up to the sky, she pointed to a stylist assistant and said, "I didn't play by myself, I helped this sister win two!"

"I helped her win..." Song Ruan counted with his fingers, "One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand... 10,000+ Doudou!"

"What Doudou?" Ruan Yuwei, who had been processing work on the tablet, interrupted suddenly.

"Ah? Dou... Dou..." Song Ruan was speechless and slapped Song Rang's leg with one hand.

Song Rang held her hand, but didn't dare to turn his head to look Ruan Yuwei in the eyes, and lied for her: "Song Ruanruan said she was hungry and wanted to eat Doudou."

Song Ruan nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, yes!"

The stylist and assistant who heard their conversation clearly lowered their heads and snickered.

Song Rang would not lie, and he didn't care if Ruan Yuwei believed it or not, he was so guilty, he stood up, put Song Ruan on the seat, and asked the stylist, "Sister, where is the bathroom?"

"Go out and turn right and walk to the end," said the stylist.

Song Rang escaped, leaving Song Ruan with a self-seeking look.

Song Ruan quickly jumped off the stool: "I want to go too! Xiao Rang, wait for me!"

"Song Ruan," Ruan Yuwei put down the tablet and called her, "Come back."

Song Ruan looked back with a sad face: "Mom, I was wrong."

The door was closed behind him, Song Rang clasped his hands together, and said in his heart: Song Ruanruan, don't blame me, who told you to fight the landlord?

IN is a styling studio that has only emerged in the past two years. The studio adopts a post-modern decoration style, and the space is transparent and orderly. Song Rang walked to the end of the corridor as the stylist said, but found that there was a wall standing outside the bathroom on the third floor. Stands being cleaned up.

After struggling for a while between the second floor and the fourth floor, Song Rang stepped up the stairs on the fourth floor.The restroom is still at the end of the corridor, and men and women are distinguished by geometric patterns.

After going to the toilet, Song Rang washed his hands in the bathroom outside the bathroom.

Not long after, there was a sound of pumping water, and footsteps came from inside.

Song Rang looked up, looked from the mirror in front of the sink, and met Yuan Maojia who had just come out of the room.

He seemed to arrive later than Song Rang, and he was still the same as when the two parted at the airport, unlike Song Rang, who was obviously half-made.

"Brother Yuan!" Song Rang was pleasantly surprised, "If I knew you were doing styling here, we would have come here together!"

Yuan Maojia didn't expect to run into Song Rang either, so he walked to him and washed his hands: "I'm here to find Lao Xu."

Song Rang's eyes lit up: "Is Xu Shixi here too?"

Two sounds of water intertwined, Yuan Maojia turned off the tap, wiped his hands with a piece of paper, and asked Song Rang, "Would you like to say hello?"

This is what Song Rang was waiting for. He shook off the water in his hand and nodded with a smile: "Go, go!"

Yuan Maojia said: "You should be very happy to see you, Old Xu?"

"Really?" Song Rang couldn't believe it.

Yuan Maojia: "I will still lie to you?"

After Xu Shixi returned from his visit to work, he asked Xu Shixi what he thought of Song Rang. He could still find the chat records on his phone, but Xu Shixi himself said that Song Rang was very cute.

Moreover, he and Xu Shixi had known each other for six or seven years now, and Yuan Maojia thought he still knew Xu Shixi, and the relaxation he had with Song Rang couldn't be faked.

Although it can't be ruled out that Song Rang still has his status as a fan, Yuan Maojia is quite happy to watch Xu Shixi make more friends, at least don't mess with him every time you need to prank your friends when recording a show.

Xu Shixi's modeling room is on the fourth floor.

He came earlier, he had already done his makeup and hair, and the dress was hanging on the side, but he hadn't changed into it yet.

The stylist next to him has already sent in several suits and dresses according to his request.

Dresses for evening parties and events generally need to be determined by the artist and the styling studio in advance. After the style is determined, the studio will adjust it according to the height and body of the artist to ensure that the dress fits the artist.Wearing an ill-fitting dress to attend the red carpet is not only disrespectful to the organizer, but also attracts ridicule from netizens or black fans. This kind of thing is a taboo in any styling room.

However, when Xu Shixi received the news that Yuan Maojia borrowed the dresses, it was rather sudden. He could only ask the styling room to choose a few dresses according to Yuan Maojia's figure, but there was no guarantee that these dresses would be in-season or out-of-season.

Cheng Yan picked and choosed these dresses: "Yuan Maojia is also an emperor after all, wearing seasonal styles..." He clicked his lips, saying everything.

Comparing in the fan circle is prevalent now, and walking on the red carpet through the seasonal models will not be trampled to death by the fans of the opponent.

Xu Shixi flipped through a magazine, scanned all the lines at a glance, and said, "It's not bad if you have something to wear."

Speaking of the door of the styling room being pushed open, Cheng Yan said: "Cao Cao Cao Cao is here, Mao Jia, come and choose your dress." He saw the person beside Yuan Maojia and said "Huh".

Song Rang naturally recognized Cheng Yan, and nodded to him a little cautiously: "Hello."

Xu Shixi's hand flicked through the magazine paused.

"Old Xu, look who's here!" Yuan Maojia actively greeted, "Hey, what a coincidence, Xiao Rang happened to be doing styling in this studio, and we met in the bathroom."

Xu Shixi looked up, and Song Rang came in from the door and stood beside the hanger.

He was still wearing casual clothes, a slightly loose T-shirt and knee-length shorts. His calves under the shorts were thin and long. He was wearing a pair of limited-edition co-branded sneakers. They were clean and youthful, like those who would breathe after school. A high school boy who invites friends to play basketball.

There are several colorful clips scattered around the head, which are used to fix the hairstyle.

He looks even more tender, coupled with his eternally black and bright black eyes, and his youthful spirit from the inside out, it reminds people of the first bite of iced watermelon in midsummer, or the sizzling when you unscrew the soda The sound, or the colorful ice cubes in the sun.

"Xu Shixi." When Song Rang called Xu Shixi's name, his voice was always soft, and the tone was long and drawn out, full of intimacy.

Xu Shixi lowered his eyelids, and said coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Song Rang was obviously stunned for a moment, and even stopped his steps.

Although Xu Shixi was not very enthusiastic when we met last time, Song Rang could always see his tenderness from it. At this moment, this cold question suddenly made him feel at a loss.

The impatience and rejection were not concealed, and everyone present could hear it.

The author has something to say: Xu Shixi, you will be beaten for doing this! ! !