Don't talk nonsense, turn around and take the blame [Quick Transmigration]

The role played by Ye Jingchu this time is an absolute dragon, bearing the name of the prince, but he is a cannon fodder who is pushed into the water within ten seconds of his appearance, and then killed by an assassin lying in ambush underwater.

Most of the people in the film crew were obedient to the director, they accepted Wang Wenxu's intentions implicitly, and they didn't have a good attitude towards Wen Yan.

The people in the costume team didn't put their minds on Wen Yan either, they put on their make-up hastily, and then threw him a costume for him to change by himself. We know you can afford to lose, but this is not the place to do whatever you want.

At that moment, Wen Yan just wanted to retort, you think highly of Ye Jingchu, he really can't afford it.

The moment Wen Yan changed into the costume and came out, the dressing room where the heads were moving was eerily quiet for a few seconds. Ye Jingchu was slender and fair-skinned. The bright yellow Wulongchao suit lined his body, revealing nobleness from the inside out. Qi, white gauze middle single, Yu Yu double wear, just like tailor-made.

Wen Yan bent over and bowed slightly, smiled and said in a low voice: "Thank you teachers, I'll wait outside first."

Ye Jingchu's eyes were beautiful, with a bit of his innocent youthful air, and the slightest turn of the eyes made people's hearts soften.

The people in the service team looked at each other, and after a while they came back to their senses, and they all responded with some embarrassment. Logically speaking, they all made it so obvious that they should deal with it. Ye Jingchu shouldn't have reacted like this. It's them, why now it looks like they are bullying others.

This is what Wen Yan wanted. He didn't deliberately swallow his anger, but now Ye Jingchu's background is too weak, and some gossip is indispensable. The more he cares about it, the more people feel that he is guilty.

Shooting in the open air, the sun is very poisonous, looking around the whole set, apart from the group performers squatting in the corner, even if it is just a familiar young actor, they are accompanied by life assistants or managers holding umbrellas.

On the contrary, it was Wen Yan, the rumored RMB artist who said "capitals will end and no grass will grow", standing alone under an artificial fake tree, barely shading the sun.

People around will glance at Wen Yan intentionally or unintentionally, especially the staff, they are not as highly paid as actors, and there are people visiting the set, and the almost mechanical assembly line work every day has drained all their energy, so the freshly released gossip It is the best flavoring agent, high quality and cheap, no matter the size or size, I want to mix it up.

I've seen someone who has a benefactor but is miserable, but I've never seen someone who has a benefactor and is so miserable, such as Ye Jingchu.

This kind of appearance is actually willing to be exposed to the sun.

Is the current pimp market so tight?

It's not easy.

"Ye Jingchu, it's your turn." The director's assistant held up the horn and howled in Wen Yan's direction.

Wen Yan supported the tree and stood up. The costumes were layered layer after layer, tightly wrapped from the inside to the outside. A thin layer of sweat unconsciously broke out on his forehead. He was about to raise his hand to wipe it off, when he remembered that the staff of the costume team called him Be careful about the costumes, after thinking about it for a while, I decided to let it go, so as not to be caught again in time, and it will only increase my tongue.

Unexpectedly, this cautious look was noticed by the make-up artist next to him, who was alone, afraid to wipe off his clothes, without the slightest arrogance, and seemed at a loss as if he had strayed into a Trap for small animals.

A sense of guilt suddenly surged up.

She gritted her teeth and sighed, trotted to Wen Yan's side, then handed over the small fan in her hand, her eyes wandering and she didn't dare to look at him, and said falteringly, "This is for you."

Wen Yan was stunned for a long time before taking it in a daze. The small pink fan spun on its own, blowing up the few strands of hair that had fallen from his temples. He said softly, "Thank you."

The makeup artist blushed immediately.

It's really shameless to commit crimes based on beauty.

"The makeup is almost done, let's touch it up." The makeup artist looked at his smudged makeup, opened the tool bag at his waist with a slam, and when he turned around again, he looked at him obediently, with his eyes closed and waiting. Ye Jingchu's heart softened instantly.

She couldn't figure it out, how could such a clean and bright person have to be crowded in such a place?

"Ye Jingchu, are you alright? I'm just waiting for you." The director's assistant began to urge her again, with an increasingly hostile tone.

Wen Yan felt the make-up artist's movements stop, so she opened her eyes and nodded her thanks. She shoved the small fan into her hand, and smiled a little shyly: "Thank you very much, my manager didn't come with me. There is no place to put the small fan, and it will be bad if you lose it.”

Along with the small fan, there were also three toffees, in red plastic packaging, of an unknown brand, not expensive at all, and even a bit shabby.

But it is like a breeze passing through the hall.

After the wind blows away, a bright young man stands at the end corner of the empty street.

Wen Yan originally had three lines, which were "Who are you", "This place is where you can come and go whenever you want", "Bold", and in the end Wang Wenxu's modification was inappropriate. Next, it was condensed into one sentence, or more precisely, two words—presumptuous.

No matter how good Wen Yan's acting skills are, it's still hard to find any tricks in the word "presumptuous".

The prince he plays is weak, and most of the people in the court are contemptuous and disdainful. The thorn in the eye is the thorn in the eye.

Wen Yan pondered for a while, Ye Jingchu wanted to get rid of those rumors, the most important thing was to start with himself and become an actor who could truly be seen by others.

If there are no conditions, we have to create the conditions ourselves.

It was obviously a very hot day, but due to the midwinter season in the play, a thick layer of fake snow was paved on the stone road, mostly white fake chemical fertilizers, which became more pungent when steamed by the heat.

The moment the director yelled to turn it on, Wen Yan waved his hand violently, and the gray fur quilt behind him was raised in an arc, but because of his frail body and seeing the wind suddenly, he coughed impatiently After a few strokes, a trace of blood was added to the pale face, and he said in a deep voice, "Presumptuous."

Then the surrounding guards drew their swords and went up.

In the chaos, the prince played by Wen Yan was pushed back step by step, and then the black-faced assassin slapped him, and Wen Yan fell into the artificial pool behind him. Before he could react, he heard the director's "cut! ", everyone stopped.

Wen Yan inevitably choked on water, and then climbed up on the small stone steps on the bank.

The gray fur behind him was stained with water and became extremely heavy, and there was a red mark on Le's neck. He was clearly soaked through, but he didn't look embarrassed, as if he really was the prince who grew up in the Eastern Palace in the play.

"Everyone else is fine. Ye Jingchu will make another one." Wang Wenxu looked up at Wen Yan, "The angle of falling into the water is not good."

"What about the clothes?" The assistant next to him added, looking at Wen Yan's soaked clothes.

To be honest, he felt that there was no need to stop this one just now, Ye Jingchu had handled it well no matter in terms of expression or actions, it was not at all like "acting like a nonsense" as others said.

Instead, it was the director who inexplicably yelled to stop.

"That's it, cut it when the time comes, how can we spend so much time on him." Wang Wenxu said coolly.

So Wen Yan went into the water again.

"No, the knife has touched your heart, Ye Jingchu, why hasn't your blood bag been broken yet?"

"Stop, stop, Ye Jingchu, you are going to die, why are you still struggling so much? Have you ever seen someone who was stabbed in the chest so alive?"

As the director yelled to stop again and again, the set became more and more quiet, and almost everyone could see the twists and turns.

It seemed that it was not this Ye Jingchu who was looking for fault, but the director.

"Forget it, that's it, one is not as good as one." Wang Wenxu shook his head and said "Tsk", "Just use the first scissors."

Wen Yan suddenly misses those days when he kept talking about "Brother Bai", and the pistol in Fang Bai's hand.

The group performers who played the guards next to the prince rushed forward the moment the director called to stop, and stretched out their hands to Wen Yan one after another. They didn't understand what the director meant, but the "prince" had a very good temper, even if it was only for a short time. touch.

Wen Yan thanked them, then dragged his wet, tired, and hungry body to the empty space.

The last plane was troublesome, but this plane was laborious.

It's really a disadvantage.

The make-up artist brought a small mat from nowhere, and dragged the dizzy Wen Yan to sit under a parasol, frowning and whispering: "Why don't you go to the dressing room?"

"I'm too wet, I'm afraid of staining those clean clothes." Wen Yan blinked, looking a little too obedient.

The makeup artist didn't know whether to call him stupid or praise him for being sensible and worry-free.

He took out a dry towel and stuffed it into his hand, "Where's your manager? There's no reason for someone to come to the set."

"There are too many artists under him, so I can't handle it." Wen Yan answered while rubbing his head, then seemed to think of something suddenly, touched the position of his waist anxiously, opened his eyes and said anxiously: "The jade pendant seems to be gone. gone."

The makeup artist was stunned for a moment, thinking about the director's endless "cut", she was also a little angry, so she frowned and said, "Maybe it fell into the pond."

"Then I'll look for it." Wen Yan was about to get up, but was held down by the makeup artist, "I still think it's not enough, and it's not true. What are you looking for?"

"But in the morning, my sister from the clothing team reminded me to be careful not to lose it." Wen Yan said weakly, but he wanted to laugh in his heart. These girls have big tempers on their faces, but their hearts are softer than anyone else.

When Gu Xuan came over, he saw such a scene.

This man was wearing a soaking bright yellow brocade robe, and the removed white pearl and red tassel crown was placed at his feet, his eyes were lowered and his lips were pursed, the water droplets in his hair slid from his temples to his chin, no matter how light he was It dripped between the collar opening, revealing half of the wrist which was slender and white.

Little blob.

extremely.

It hurts.

He took off his sunglasses, and slowly squatted down to be level with this person.

Wen Yan was concentrating on undoing the string around his waist that was balled up by water, and then he heard a scream from the make-up artist beside him

"—God Gu!!!"