Jing Sui

It is very uncomfortable to look up and hang your eyes in Peking Opera costumes. The whole head is tense, and the brows and eyes are always energetic, without any relaxation.

Ling Qin, who tried hard to distract himself, was applying makeup in front of the dressing table full of light bulbs according to the set scene, and at the same time secretly looked at the whole studio from the corner of the mirror, feeling like a dream.

After finally putting on a good face, Ling Qin and other make-up artists opened their eyes after finishing the last strokes on the corners of their eyes, staring blankly at their own appearance in the mirror, unexpectedly a little stunned.

At this moment, Cheng Yan happened to run over from the nearby shed, and seeing him wearing a costume and smearing oil paint, his lips slightly pursed and the corners of his eyes raised, an indescribable aura emerged spontaneously.It seems to be a plum in the deep winter, a little heroic, a little arrogant, and a little sad, revealing desolation.

"It looks good." Cheng Yan smiled at him in the mirror.

Ling Qin also smiled warmly, and Cheng Yan, who was dressed as a martial artist, was also coquettish and handsome.

Finally stood in front of the camera, even though he had memorized his lines seriously and checked scenes with Cheng Yan several times, Ling Qin, who was new to the screen, was still a little nervous.

After NGing twice, he either forgot the words or had a wrong expression, and the slightly unsightly expression on the director's face made him even more uneasy.

It was about to start the third time, Ling Qin was still chanting words, the rouge on his cheeks was unnaturally red.

At this moment, Cheng Yan, who was at the side, came over and sat next to him, secretly shaking his fingers with one hand hidden in his sleeve, it felt cool.Ling Qin suddenly opened his eyes wide and turned to look at him, only to see the smile he had when he suddenly appeared in the crowd that morning—quietness, not joy, but a soothing effect.

——It seems that he has been looking for him for a long time.

Just like the protagonist in a martial arts novel was opened up to Ren Du's two veins, when the filming started again, Ling Qin not only expressed a lot more in place, and did not stumble in the dialogue, even when he and Cheng Yan expressed their hearts and looked at each other affectionately in the film, they were full of affection put in.

There was water in his eyes, but he smiled brightly, and everyone present was moved by it.

"Now that the team is about to disband, what are your plans?"

"Apart from singing, what is the way out for you and me? I want to continue to follow my senior brother, and at least we can take care of each other if we know each other well."

"I'm probably going back to my hometown to take care of my mother. I don't know when and what month I can get together with the old and young in the team again."

"You...do you really have no plans to come back? Even...even if it's for..."

"If it's for you, I'm willing to die."

"What nonsense! You're fine, that's fine."

……

The director shouted "cut" in satisfaction, and after a few words of praise, Ling Qin's scene came to an end.

The staff came and went to set up new scenes in a hurry, completely missing the old scenes just now, and the taste that can make people's hearts stir and be so peaceful that they can be chewed repeatedly.

Looking at the busy scene in front of him, Ling Qin felt empty for a moment, but the tension in his head was still there, and the old love between actors was still there. He seemed to have loved and drifted away, and looked at Cheng Yan in a blink of an eye. The time is as deeply melancholy as if you have traveled through decades of spring and autumn, and you sigh deeply—are you okay these times?

Cheng Yan looked back, and his heart trembled immediately - only to see that Ling Qin, who was wearing a green shirt beside him, had already burst into tears.