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Ling Jiale received the contract from the crew of "Sweat Through Shirt".

According to past practice, Xu Feng skipped Ling Jiale and directly signed a contract with the crew in the name of an economic company.

However, the crew of "Sweaty Shirts" clearly stated that Ling Jiale's signature was required, so Xu Feng had no choice but to send the contract along with the outline of the script.

Afterwards, the contract was suppressed by Ling Jiale.

After Shen Ge signed the contract, he personally sent it to Producer Liang, and asked him if Ling Jiale had signed it.

Producer Liang was worried when he heard the words, "I just wanted to ask you, Ling Jiale was drunk that day, did you send him back?"

"I asked his assistant to come pick him up."

Producer Liang's eyes lit up, "You two have a good personal relationship?"

"It's... not really good. Before the second audition, the two of us communicated a few times."

"What do you think he thinks about this play?"

Shen Ge asked hesitantly, "What do you think?"

"Whether you like it or not, want to act or not, can you accept it?"

Shen Ge pondered for a moment, as if he was seriously thinking about it, "He didn't say it. We didn't have a script at the time, so we didn't discuss it. At that time, we only talked about auditions."

Producer Liang sighed heavily.

Shen Ge took the opportunity to ask: "Does Teacher Ling not want to act?"

"It's not—" Producer Liang is not Ling Jiale or that smiling assistant Xiao Li, who will be easily tricked by him.

Producer Liang put on a smiling face and patted Shen Ge on the shoulder, "You don't have to worry about this, the role of Zhang Song is definitely you, and you can't run away."

Yes, Zhang Song.

Shen Ge has read the script, and the person he wants to play is called "Zhang Song".

If Ling Jiale is willing to act, he is "Jiang Lu".

In the play, he will call him "Xiaolu", his lips are slightly closed, his tongue is rolled up, and the tip of the tongue is slightly on the palate, a gentle and sharp syllable.

Shen Ge said with a smile: "Producer Liang, the other day Director Wang said that if Teacher Ling didn't act, Zhang Song would have to be replaced. I thought—"

Producer Liang also laughed: "He's just trying to scare that idiot Mr. Xiao. You should be able to feel it yourself. Wang Xu is [-]% satisfied with you, so you can join the group with confidence..."

It's just to scare that Mr. Xiao.Shen Ge, as the person involved, was only slightly surprised, and did not fully believe it.Mr. Xiao probably didn't fully believe it either.

Only that idiot Ling Jiale believed it.

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"Lele, why are you still eating?" Zhang Yuan raised her head and asked.

Ling Jiale paused while eating the orange, thinking: "Here we go again."

Zhang Yuan usually treats him much more leniently than Ling Zongfu treats him, except for two things, he thinks his mother is already strict to the point of insanity: one is the daily training when he was learning dance, and then he stopped dancing, Zhang Yuan also There is no other way; the other is to eat.

Ling Jiale suspects that his mother has obsessive-compulsive disorder when it comes to eating.

Ling Jiale raised half of an orange in his hand: "Fruits don't grow flesh."

"Fructose is also sugar, and it's already five o'clock in the afternoon." Zhang Yuan said disapprovingly.

The ancients "don't eat after noon", and their family "don't eat after five".

The mother and son used to go to the training room at [-] o'clock every night, and they exercised a lot, so they had to stop talking before [-] o'clock; Ling Zongfu was purely motivated by emotion, thinking that restraining his appetite was good for self-cultivation.

"Master, Lele won't dance now, it's better to be a little fatter." Shi Shi, who was sitting on the sofa next to Zhang Yuan, said so.

Ling Jiale's heart was so "bassy" that a small flame burst into flames, thinking that Shi Shi was deliberately trying to squeeze him in front of his parents.

He stopped dancing and went to become a star, which was one of the things he disappointed his parents the most.

As Zhang Yuan's favorite student, Shi Shi already had his own studio at a young age, became a choreographer, and led a team to perform in Europe and the United States, much better than him.

Ling Jiale's early fans all knew that there was a "child from someone else's family" throughout his teenage years, which had caused him a psychological shadow as big as an entire football field.

This person is Shi Shi.

As long as Shi Shi is around, his parents' catchphrase will become: "Look at your elder brother——" As long as Shi Shi comes, Ling Jia Le seems to have a whole body of problems in an instant.

Just look at where the three of them are sitting now: Zhang Yuan and Shi Shi are sitting on the sofa watching Shi Shi's new dance, Ling Zongfu is sitting next to him on the single sofa reading a book, occasionally refilling tea for the two of them; Le himself was like an outsider, sitting at the dining table far away and eating oranges resentfully.

"I know he's not fat," Zhang Yuan said, "I also want him to gain some weight, but he lost a lot of weight a while ago, and now he's overeating, which is not good for his health..."

Ling Jiale wailed in his heart, why did he overeat?

Shi Shi glanced at him with a smile: "Master, it's just an orange. Lele will digest it in a while at this age."

Zhang Yuan smiled helplessly, "You still keep talking for him. He is only three years younger than you, and you still treat him like a child."

Ling Jiale broke off two pieces of orange and stuffed them into his mouth together, secretly rolled his eyes.

"Lele, come and have a look."

Ling Jiale leaned down on the table unwillingly: "It's contemporary dance, and I don't understand it."

He's not stupid, sitting with Shi Shi will definitely have to suffer again.

"Sit up straight! How do you see your mother and senior brother sitting?" Ling Zongfu scolded.

Ling Jiale straightened her back with a "whoosh".

"Go, take a look, and learn."

Ling Zongfu had spoken, and Ling Jiale had no choice but to sit down next to Zhang Yuan reluctantly.

"How does Lele feel?" Shi Shi asked after watching the first scene.

"Is the relationship between the two of them good or bad at the beginning? Why do I feel that the movements of the two of them are very loose at the beginning? They seem to have no emotions, unlike the kind that can quarrel later."

Ling Jiale was deliberately provocative.

Shi Shi and Zhang Yuan were thoughtful after listening.

Shi Shi nodded and said: "Lele makes sense, the opening should show that the two seem to be in harmony."

"I have an idea. In this way—" Zhang Yuan directed, "Shishi, you stand over, and Lele also comes over, and I'll see the effect."

Ling Jiale didn't expect to cause trouble for herself, and immediately regretted it, "Mom, I just ate something——"

"Isn't it just an orange? You don't need to jump up and down, just pose."

Ling Jia was overwhelmed.

Shi Shi stood in the middle of the living room, and Ling Jiale was manipulated by his mother to stand in front of Shi Shi.

Zhang Yuan turned off all the lights, leaving only one on top of their heads. Mrs. Ling Zong was reading a book and said "Hey", so he had to put down the book to watch their designs.

"Lele crossed her legs to Shi Shi, opened her hands to both sides, and Shi Shi's arms were also opened. After a while, Shi Shi's arms did not move, and his face was calm; Lele's arms and upper body moved according to this rhythm -"

"It's a bit like the electric current you used to dance hip-hop, but you have to show a feeling of anxiety." Zhang Yuan pointed to the top of her head in high spirits: "When the time comes, there will only be one light above the head on the stage like now. I want to see you two. The shadow of his arm on the ground."

Ling Jiale raised one leg to Shi Shi's waist, and looked at him distrustfully: "Don't fall on me."

Shi Shi didn't look very confident either, he opened his arms and didn't speak.

Ling Jiale clasped his shoulders with both hands and climbed up, then let go.They are about the same size, and Shi Shi is only two centimeters taller than Ling Jiale. In this posture, the eyes of the two are at the same level.

"Lele's legs are crossed, his upper body is leaned back, and your upper body is separated, this is a good match—"

"Ah!—" Ling Jiale screamed, and Shi Shi supported him in a bit of embarrassment.

"Why are you so soft!" Ling Jiale's feet fell back to the ground, he was shocked and shouted unhappily.

"Okay, your senior brother has been on the plane for so long, and the jet lag hasn't reversed yet." Zhang Yuan made a rescue for Shi Shi who looked embarrassed.

Ling Jiale was taken aback, but it wasn't for nothing, Zhang Yuan finally stopped forcing him to "study by force", but before Shi Shilin left, he mentioned: "Lele, if you think ballet is too restrictive, go to Your brother's dance troupe."

Ling Jiale shook her head desperately: "I won't go! I don't know how to dance contemporary dance, so why should I go? To dance black fear for them?"

Ling Zongfu said in displeasure: "I can learn it. Your elder brother also learned contemporary dance later, so he is still very proficient now?"

"How old was he then? How old am I now?"

"Take more time when you're older, anyway, you have nothing to do now."

Hello Kitty was about to be forced into a tiger's temper, Ling Jiale shouted: "Who says I have nothing to do now! Wang Xu even begged me to act in his movie!"

"Wang Xu?" The three asked at the same time.

"Yes, Wang Xu!" Ling Jiale held his toes high, every eyebrow vividly interpreting the idiom "raise one's eyebrows": "It's that famous director——Wang Xu! You've all seen his New Year's films! "

Ling Jiale couldn't make a decision for a long time, Wang Xu seemed to be in a hurry, so he had to let Shen Ge advance to the group, let him familiarize himself with the shooting environment and cultivate the feeling of the characters.

Shen Ge finally had the opportunity to ask the question that had puzzled him for a long time: "Director Wang, does the role of Xiao Lu have to be Teacher Ling?"

Wang Xu showed him the video of his two auditions with Ling Jiale.

Shen Ge saw with his own eyes how cautious and unbearable he was when he hugged Ling Jiale, from his eyes to his fingertips.

"I don't know if it's because of your height or other reasons, but you are a deterrent to him. He is very afraid of you...Of course this is just the beginning, and it will be fine later." Wang Xuxiang said to himself, " It's good to be afraid at first, otherwise who can restrain him?"

Wang Xu freezes the picture on Ling Jiale's face, which is a flower that Zhang Yin endured so much that it was about to wither, delicate and trembling.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"When you see him like this, you can't help but feel soft-hearted. If you want to love him, you don't dare to touch him too hard. If you are soft-hearted, he won't be afraid of you in the future."

Wang Xu asked him to look at his expression when he was photographed, "Do you know why Huai'an can't play Xiaolu? His looks and eyes are too strong and smart. Every decision he makes seems to be well thought out. He can do everything for him. Deciding to be responsible, such a person is not easy to make people feel that he needs you very much."

"During the first audition, you were also a little flustered. It wasn't particularly obvious. You looked at this scene, the look in your eyes and the step you took. This is no longer an act, it's your instinct."

This is a picture of the second audition.

At that time, he came out from behind the screen and saw Ling Jiale being splashed with water. He was just surprised at the time, and then Ling Jiale looked straight at himself through the barriers of Producer Liang and Assistant Director Wang—the eyes were terrified , sadness, and grievance, but they all turned into infinite needs and trust the moment they looked at themselves.

Until now, Shen Ge still remembers that moment, the apex of his heart felt like being pricked by a needle, the stinging pain forced his body to respond eagerly, allowing that unknown character to occupy his body.

He finally fully understood why he was able to "enter the drama" at that moment.

It was not Ling Jiale who "guided" him to become Zhang Song.

He had already read the script, not the outline of the script that Ling Jiale had now, but the real and complete script written by Wang Xu himself.

He saw the whole picture of Jiang Lu: a stupid, proud, inferior, cowardly...a guy who can be loved to death.

Ling Jiale "is" Jiang Lu, so he can "turn into" Zhang Song.

"He has that temperament, which can arouse your affection; you also have that temperament, which can make him feel dependent. This is the feeling between Zhang Song and Jiang Lu I'm talking about."

"Then what if..." Shen Ge's voice was a little hoarse, "Mr. Ling doesn't want to take it?"

Wang Xu puffed out a cigarette and asked him, "Why didn't he want to pick it up? Because you didn't look at him at the wine table that day?"

Shen Gordon suddenly felt that cold sweat was about to flow down his back.

"He will take it," Wang Xu said.

Xu Feng has been trying all kinds of methods to urge Ling Jiale, and after a while, he sent a new contract. The crew of "Sweat Through Shirts" increased the film salary by 20%, and promised to use doubles appropriately during the filming process to reduce the number of actors. nudity.

"Ja Le, I've inquired, Wang Xu has never made such a compromise with anyone. We have to accept this scene, otherwise we will offend him, and in the future..."

Ling Jia laughed at him: "I'm barefoot now, none of you can force me."

Xu Feng said softly: "Jia Le, how can you be barefoot? You signed a contract with the company..."

The contract of "Sweat Through Shirts" is much thicker than the contracts of other crews, and everything in it is clearly listed.This makes the actors feel very secure, and at the same time, they also clearly understand what they want to do after accepting this drama.

Xu Feng knew that Ling Jiale didn't like to read so many words, dozens of pages of contracts, and so many lengthy sentences, even if Ling Jiale could read it, he couldn't find the point.

Xu Feng marked out all the important things for him, and also marked them.

If Xu Feng wants to be thoughtful, he can be very considerate.This is why the relationship between Ling Jiale and him has become more and more rigid in the past few years, but he can't do without him.

But this time Ling Jiale was determined not to rely on Xu Feng. After much deliberation, he finally asked Du Wen.This kind of thing is strictly forbidden in the circle, but Du Wen sent his experienced manager over without saying a word.

Du Wen's agent patiently explained each page to Ling Jiale, and Ling Jiale also took notes, which were "good" and which were "bad", and listed them in two columns.

"Don't tell Brother Du..." Ling Jiale pleaded before Du Wen's manager left, "I'm afraid he's worried."

The agent complied understandingly.

In the evening, Ling Jiale stood alone at the table and made checkmarks:

Pay... With his current stinky public image, it's a miracle that he can get so much... √

With the group... it doesn't matter, he finally doesn't have to rush for the show... √

The shooting cycle...it doesn't matter, he is so free now...√

Clothing, food, housing, transportation... √√√√

Synopsis of the script...

Zhang Yuan and Ling Zongfu liked this story, saying it was "the story of their time". In this era, there are still people who are willing to film that time, which is great.

Ling Zongfu even said bluntly: "This is much better than the kind of flying around in the sky you took before."

Synopsis of the script... √

role... √

Obligation to perform: nudity...kissing...stroking...touching...positioning...

Ling Jiale asked Zhang Yuan and Ling Zongfu: "If I accept this role, will you feel ashamed?"

Zhang Yuan said: "I used to dance ballet, and many people said bad things, and some relatives in my family thought it was embarrassing."

Ling Jiale asked in surprise: "Who is it? Why don't I know?"

Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "The relationship is broken!"

Ling Zongfu said: "As long as you have no shame in your heart, you are not ashamed. The key depends on whether you can accept it."

Fulfilling obligations...

Nudity... Just show it, you can't be an idol anyway, which good actor doesn't show it?

Naked... √

Kissing... Kissing... Ling Jiale was thinking about Shen Ge's annoying face, so he gritted his teeth and scratched √.

Touching... Ling Jiale's scalp is numb, and his mind keeps rolling over the feeling of the first audition... It seems that it is not impossible to bear it.

touch... √

touch……

Ling Jiale put down the pen, hugged her head, yelled twice, covered the form with a "snap", ran to the bed and covered her head with the quilt, thinking she was an ostrich.

It was late at night, Shen Ge delivered the last meal and called it a day.

On the way back, he rode that electric scooter away, snatching the way of a taxi.

There was a screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground, and the other party fell from the window and cursed: "Don't die!"

Shen Ge stopped and kicked out the picture he saw at Wang Xu's place today from his mind.

When he returned home, it was quiet. A small lamp was left in the living room, emitting a warm yellow light.

He put the helmet on the table casually, and walked lightly to his grandparents' room.

The room is not particularly dark, the lights of the city that never sleeps cover the moon, illuminating the room through the curtains.

Grandpa is snoring again.

He smiled helplessly, walked to the other side of the bed, squatted down and listened carefully, and made sure that grandma was breathing smoothly before returning to his room with confidence.

He went to bed after a simple wash, wanted to use his mobile phone to surf the Internet, but changed his mind halfway and lay down.

At the same time, on the other side of the city, an insomnia guy angrily kicked off the quilt and jumped off the bed.

He ran to the desk, quickly typed a few √s on the paper with the light coming in from the window, then threw the pen away and climbed back to the bed.

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep.