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The cameraman saw another leading actor approaching in the camera, and thought he was performing, so he adjusted the camera up to include Shen Ge in the frame.

"Ling Jia Le." Shen Ge bent down behind Ling Jia Le, put the towel on his back, and put the umbrella on top of his head.

A leading actor called another leading actor's real name, and the cameraman felt that the camera could be stopped.

The photographer took the machine off his aching shoulder and ran to the nearest roof to shelter from the rain.

"Ling Jia Le," Shen Ge squatted in front of Ling Jia Le, still holding an umbrella for him, "Can you do it, crying so hard? Let me see you, do you have more tears than this rain?"

Ling Jiale raised her head from her knees, her eyes, the tip of her nose, and her face were all red, her whole figure was like a mushroom that was wet from the inside out.

Shen Ge was slightly startled, then lifted up the corner of the towel and rubbed it on his face not too gently, "Okay, don't cry. It's their fault, don't make yourself uncomfortable... There are still people watching over there -"

The two looked into the distance together. Director Wang had already dispersed, and even Xiao Li didn't know where he went...

Ling Jiale buried his head in his knees again, and Shen Ge picked up a corner of the bath towel to rub his hair.

"Shen Ge, what's it like to be a smart person?" Ling Jiale suddenly raised her head and asked him, her voice almost covered by the sound of rain.

Shen Ge stopped, not knowing how to answer.

"Is it true that the world is very simple for you, that everything is very easy, and you can do anything you want?" He asked, and water welled up in his eyes again.

Shen Ge let out a long breath, "You're not stupid, Ling Jiale, you're not stupid at all, maybe you just...need to work a little harder."

Ling Jiale was extremely wronged: "Why didn't I work hard? Why do you say that I didn't work hard? I entered the practice room to learn ballet when I was six years old, and you were not even born at that time! Didn't you come to comfort me? You Why do you say that about me?"

Shen Ge quickly admitted his mistake: "I was wrong, you worked very hard, learning ballet is very hard, I know, I saw that movie, and the children cried in pain when they pressed their legs when they were young."

Ling Jiale lowered her head and wiped her face with a bath towel, "I didn't cry when I pressed my legs when I was a child. I was naturally soft, and I went down as soon as I pressed it, but I didn't suffer! I am weak, so I have to exercise my muscles..." He He wiped his face again, "Why am I telling you this, you don't understand anything."

"I just want to tell you that I hate people saying that I don't work hard! I started ballet at the age of five, and then I got up at six every day to start practicing, except for a few times when I had a fever, a chickenpox, and a bone fracture. Except, I get up at six o'clock every day to practice until nine o'clock in the evening! At that time, I lay in bed every night and felt that every muscle in my body was not my own. I have been doing this for 11 years. Shen Ge, I will ask you, you OK?"

Shen Ge immediately shook his head: "I definitely can't, I definitely can't bear that kind of suffering."

Ling Jiale wiped her face with her hand, "I ran away later and became a trainee... Before I danced ballet, I developed a bad habit, and I always stood up unconsciously. Our teacher was invited from South Korea. Every day I held a small bamboo stick, and whenever I saw me standing in figure feet, I would beat my calves with the small stick. At first I couldn’t change it, and every day when I went to sleep, I saw that my calves were all purple..."

Shen Ge raised his hand to wipe his newly shed tears, "The teacher is really nothing."

Ling Jiale echoed: "It's really not a thing!" He sniffed, and continued: "Later, he debuted and became popular all of a sudden. There are announcements every day. It's good to be able to sleep for five hours a day. You have to have some sleep." Half of them slept in the car on the plane... Sometimes when recording a program, the host didn't cue him for a long time, and fell asleep on the spot, and he had to be scolded when he went back... Shen Ge, let me ask you, you Have you ever tried not to sleep for 48 hours? If you could bear it? Why do you say I don't work hard?"

He looked like he was going to die of grievance, his facial features were wrinkled, and he was extremely puzzled, "I'm not doing well either, why do people always think...it seems like I just got lucky and just picked up an A big pie falling from the sky...Which of you have tried not to sleep for 48 hours?"

Shen Ge sighed, "I also didn't sleep for 48 hours, and it was really uncomfortable."

Ling Jiale was quite surprised, "Why don't you sleep? Someone forced you?"

"I push myself...I don't usually take classes well, so I have to rush before the exam."

"Then have you passed the exam?"

"Take the major first."

Ling Jiale pushed him, almost making him stagger, "I hate smart people like you!"

Shen Ge changed his posture again, lowering one knee to maintain his center of gravity, in case he suddenly pushed others.

Ling Jiale seemed to really hate him, and turned his head away sullenly, "I really hate people like you. Why can you do it if everyone is human, but it's always so difficult for me, what? It can’t be done, it seems that whatever you do is wrong, no matter what you choose, it’s wrong, and the good days get worse..."

"It's not a matter of being smart or not, Ling Jiale, it actually has something to do with what you spend your time doing."

The raindrops hit the umbrella, and there was a bit of "crackling", Shen Ge moved forward, and the two of them got closer and hid under the umbrella, "I don't want to say something bad, don't be angry. No matter how hard you worked before, it was you When you danced in the past, it has nothing to do with your being an actor now."

As soon as he said this, Ling Jiale felt even more aggrieved, and fell back on his knees, his shoulders shaking from crying.

Shen Ge hesitated, put the hand that wasn't holding the umbrella on top of his head and gently touched it, "It's not all right, I think you have a lot of inspiration in acting, and I think it might be due to the fact that you learned to dance before. .”

"Aura? What did the director say?" Ling Jiale looked up at him.

Shen Ge withdrew his hand, looked into his expectant eyes, and lied: "Yes, the director said it. The director said that this morning's scene was thanks to you. I think so, if you didn't take me with me, I would definitely not be able to get through today , will definitely be scolded to death by the director."

Ling Jiale's eyes dimmed a bit: "The director won't scold you... Director Wang is so patient with you."

Of course Shen Ge also noticed that Wang Xu treated him better than Ling Jia Le, and he was very worried that Ling Jia Le would get angry because of this.

Ling Jiale complained to him with his big watery and red eyes, "The director is so partial to you, I'm almost jealous. When you took the first scene today, you hoped that you could act well, but you were afraid The acting is too good, it seems that I am too bad..."

Shen Ge smiled.

"Quick" jealousy is "no" jealousy, and those who are truly jealous will not express the ugliness in their hearts.

"I'll tell you everything the director taught me after that. Let's make progress together, shall we?"

"Really?"

"Really." Shen Ge nodded without hesitation, "Since both of us are rookies and have been lumped together, let's study together, explore together, and improve together! Okay?"

Ling Jiale listened to it, and a small expectation arose in her heart, "Then... can you lend me your book? I want to make up lessons, and I forgot what I learned before..."

"Which one? Acting Training Manual? Yes."

"Then can you write me that tongue twister? It's the one you posted on the bedside, 'Eight hundred pacesetters are running to the north slope'..."

Shen Ge interjected: "'Artillery soldiers running side by side to the north', of course you can, but you have to make sure to practice every day, don't let me write it for nothing."

There was a trace of inquiry in Ling Jiale's gaze, and he moved closer, taking a panoramic view of his expression, "Shen Ge, do you like me again?"

Shen Ge's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately denied it subconsciously: "No, no. I just think that the two of us should help each other when filming together, just like I helped you understand the characters before, today you help me forget the camera..."

Ling Jiale obviously breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

Seeing him like this, Shen Ge's heart that jumped wrongly just now fell back into his stomach safely, but it seemed to sink a little too low, and his chest was empty for a while.

"Then you - you care about me so much, you just want to reconcile with me, don't you?"

Shen Ge laughed: "Hey, I thought we had reconciled a long time ago."

Ling Jiale didn't joke with him, and asked him very seriously: "You want to be a star, right?"

Shen Ge was silent for a moment, then became serious and nodded.

Before today, he hadn't thought so far. To be able to make a movie, or Wang Xu's movie, has far exceeded his expectations.

But two hours ago, Producer Liang said to him: "Shen Ge, you don't have a place to talk here."

At that moment, he felt as if he was hit directly by a metal plate, annoyed, resentful, and aggrieved, and there was only one thought in his mind - if he was also a wrist, a wrist like Min Huai'an, could he just hit that one directly? Producer Liang shouted, "Shut up!"

"Shen Ge, trust me, I can't do anything else, but I have met too many people in the circle, I can see that if you want to be famous, you can do it." Ling Jiale looked at His face said firmly.

Shen Ge couldn't help smiling.

Ling Jiale looked at him, thinking, Shen Ge's looks are too attractive for the camera.

When he is not smiling, he is so handsome that he is so handsome; when he smiles, the earth is rejuvenated, warm and full of vitality, which makes people feel bright in the bottom of their hearts.Especially the concerns in his eyes are so real and clear, people feel very at ease when they are looked at by him like this.

"Can't misjudge the person again this time?" Ling Jiale thought.

"I didn't like to make friends with people in the industry, especially artists." He looked at Shen Ge cautiously, trying to find clues from his face to prove that this person was not trustworthy, so that he would be relieved. Don't take any more risks.

"There must be a 'but', right?" Shen Ge put on a relaxed tone.

Ling Jiale chuckled, "You are really smart, yes, there is a 'but'... But, if you can promise me that you will never search for my name on the Internet in the future, I will treat you as a friend."

He straightened his back, so that the two of them squatted facing each other, he was actually a little taller than Shen Ge, and his eyes were cautious to the point of sharpness: "Can you do it?"

Shen Ge also straightened his back slightly, he was a little taller than Ling Jiale, and replied simply: "Yes."

In fact, he already knew that he was stupid.

Ling Jiale was right in front of him, he saw and heard it with his own eyes, and knew him before the rumors, but he still easily believed the eyes and mouths of others.

"That's a deal." Ling Jiale stretched out her little finger.

Shen Ge looked down at his semicircular little finger, couldn't help but smiled, stretched out his hand to gently hook it, and shook it in the air, "It's a deal."