The whole Internet is black, I was chased and killed by my ex

When Yang Yan woke up, the heating circulation system hummed clearly, and the smell of sweet milk in the room could not be found after a night of evacuation.

Yang Yan yawned and opened the curtains, the snow scene outside the window made him a little dazed.

Yang Yan picked up the phone and turned it on. The calendar for 2022 made him sober up.

He glanced out the window, there was a thin layer of snow on the ground, brown bricks were exposed from the white, and the sanitation workers in uniform buried their heads in sweeping the snow.

It rained two days ago, and it snowed today.

It's cooling down so fast, I need to add more clothes.

Yang Yan yawned and went to the bathroom to wash up.

After cleaning up, Wu Zai just came to knock on his door.

"Brother Yang, are you going down to have breakfast?" Wu Zai asked carelessly as he entered the door and put the big and small bags on the ground.

"I can't go on." Yang Yan dug out the fleece coat from the suitcase, and planned to put on the coat and costumes to go out later, without raising his head, he said, "There are too many people."

"Hey, I knew you said that." Wu Zai was not surprised.

He squatted down, opened the zipper of the backpack, and took out two things from inside and handed them out.

"Here, eat this to fill your stomach, or you will have a stomachache later."

"No." Yang Yan refused.

"Miss Yang asked me to supervise you to eat breakfast, and if you don't eat, send her a message."

Yang Yan paused for packing his clothes.

He raised his head and looked at Wu Zai expressionlessly.

Wu Zai was stared at coldly by the pair of red phoenixes, not only did not hesitate, but even stretched his hands forward twice.

It is said that Yang Yan is the most difficult artist in the company. He has a long mouth for decoration, and he is generally not talkative, but his temper is more stubborn than a donkey.

But Wu Zai is not false at all. He has seen this difficult entertainer lower his eyes in front of Ms. Yang, who is two heads shorter than him, and he is as cute as a well-tamed German shepherd.

With that handwritten letter, Wu Zai is naturally a fox pretending to be a tiger, and his back is straight.

Sure enough, Yang Yan quickly compromised in the confrontation.

He took the things impatiently and confirmed with his eyes that they were boxes of milk and bread.

"Tsk."

"Don't tsk, Young Master Yang." Wu Zai said angrily, "I managed to get this bread back. Do you know how embarrassing it is to steal bread in a cafeteria? Others look at me like a beggar. Pity... As for the milk, it was given by the director last night. I was reluctant to drink it anyway, so I saved it from my teeth and gave it to you..."

"You said this was given by Director Liu?" Yang Yan raised the box of milk slightly and asked in doubt.

"It's not Director Liu, Director Lin." Wu Zai babbled, "Hey, Director Lin is so young, how can he be so good at being a man, and he even knows how to reward the crew with milk. He is really a genius director with neither talent nor character..."

Yang Yan looked down. The skin of the boxed milk was smooth, exuding the coolness of autumn and winter temperatures. The plastic attached to the side was slightly damaged, and a section of the red and blue slender straw was exposed.

Yang Yan stared at it for a while, then said, "Don't you have any pink cat's claw cups?"

Wu Zai was stunned: "What cat? What fan?"

"……nothing."

Because of the snow, the road was a little congested, and the nanny car was a little later than usual.

Wu Zai said it was cold outside and asked to wait in the lobby, but Yang Yan insisted on staying outside.

Wu Zai had no choice but to stand with him on the square where the snow had fallen in the early morning.

When the cold wind blew, Wu Zai sneezed four or five times in a row. He looked at Yang Yan tremblingly. This man was dressed much less than him, but he stood up straight, as if he was not affected by the air-conditioning at all.

This man is made of ice.

Wu Zai put his hand in his pocket silently, slandering in his heart.

The expression is also an ice cube, the heart is also an ice cube, and the body is also an ice cube... That's why I'm not afraid of the cold at all.

He trembled and trembled suddenly.

Why can the hand be in the pocket, why is the hand empty.

"Brother Yang, give me the room card, I forgot your room." Wu Zai turned around abruptly, and said in a hurry.

Yang Yan took out the card from his pocket and gave it to him.

Wu Zai took the room card, turned around and ran, so fast that Yang Yan thought of a student who stole some takeaway and was chased by the security guard.

Wu Zai's back disappeared at the corner of the lobby, Yang Yan turned his head and looked around.

After confirming that there were no reporters or anyone else paying attention, he cautiously took a few steps forward and walked to the side of the flower bed.

There was an untouched, clean patch of snow.

Yang Yan stared at the white piece for a few seconds, then raised his foot.

"Crack..."

The subtle sound of snow breaking into the ears.

Yang Yan looked relaxed, with an inconspicuous arc hanging from the corner of his mouth, he raised his foot, and once again.

"Morning." The familiar voice rang in his ears, Yang Yan wanted to rein in the precipice, but there was nothing he could do.

"Crack." The snow block collapsed.

Yang Yan raised his head suddenly, Lin Siji was dressed in black down, with his hands in his pockets, walking to his side at some point.

With one foot on the stone floor and the other buried in the snow, Yang Yan maintained an awkward posture, and replied dryly: "Morning."

Lin Siji lowered his head, swept over Yang Yan's left foot sunken in the snow, and looked at the abrupt footprints on the side.

He smiled shortly: "You still like snow so much?"

Yang Yan remained silent, Lin Siji's "return" made him unable to find a standard answer to the question.

"Then you can have a good time." Lin Siji said, "Lao Liu decided to shoot a scene about snow today, and he should have notified you."

"Oh." Yang Yan continued dryly, "I practiced just for that scene."

"Really?" Lin Siji laughed again, without revealing it, he glanced at Yang Yan, "Isn't it cold?"

On a snowy day, even when wrapped in a padded jacket, the cold wind would feel biting. Yang Yan's upper body was wrapped in down, but his trousers had only a thin layer of fiber, which stuck to his legs when the wind blew, obviously without lining.

"It's okay." Yang Yan wrapped his coat tightly, "It's a costume."

"It's also cold." Lin Siji said, "Theatrical costumes are not magic robes, can you still wear one as three?"

"No." Yang Yan said, "Ji Qi is dressed like this."

"So?" Lin Siji paused, and suddenly understood.

The immersive performance method is what NAFA is best at teaching.By experiencing the living conditions of the character, the actor achieves a synesthesia with it, so as to better interpret the state of the character at a certain period of time.

Yang Yan has been used to performing like this since college.

"Then there's no need to deliberately dress like this." Lin Siji said, "You want to play Ji Qi, not become Ji Qi. If you say that Ji Qi is cold and you follow him, then when Ji Qi falls in love, you also want to follow him? "

Yang Yan was slightly startled.

"So you can't play emotional scenes well." Lin Siji said, "Immersive performance is not bad, but too limited. And you seem to be a little confused. Immersive performance means that actors bring themselves into the role when acting, Instead of equating yourself with the character after the show...cough...cough cough"

As he spoke, another gust of wind hit his face, Lin Siji was caught off guard by a mouthful of cold wind, and coughed violently.

Yang Yan was lowering his head in deep thought, when he heard the sound of coughing, he raised his head slightly.

"Are you okay?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Lin Siji coughed non-stop, and he waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like there is a problem.

Yang Yan hesitated, and raised his hand, wanting to pat him on the back.

When the fingertips are still one centimeter away from the down jacket...

"Director Lin! Good morning!"

Yang Yan put down his hand like lightning, and rubbed his fingertips twice.

Wu Zai rushed over with big bags and small bags in his hands, and inserted himself between Yang Yan and Lin Siji.

Seeing Lin Siji coughing, he turned pale with shock, and asked worriedly: "Director Lin, what's going on, have you caught a cold, are you alright?"

Lin Siji covered his mouth and coughed twice: "It's okay, I just choked."

"It's fine." Wu Zai said, "The temperature has dropped drastically recently. Director Lin should keep warm. It's the easiest weather to catch a cold."

His rambling and exhorting words are more like what an old lady would say than a manager.

Yang Yan hesitated to speak, feeling that these words were really inappropriate to say to Lin Siji.

But he knew that he couldn't persuade Wu Zai, and he also knew that his language was really lacking. In the end, he just sighed silently, took two steps to the side in disgust, and opened the boundary with Mazi's manager.

Lin Siji didn't care, he smiled politely: "Yes, I will trouble you to take care of Yang Yan, I don't think he wears much today."

"Hey." Speaking of this, Wu Zai completely opened up the conversation, "Director Lin, you don't know, my artist has this personality, it's fine if he doesn't feel warm and cold, and he doesn't care about other people's dissuasion... Oh, I I'm so worried..."

Yang Yan closed his eyes in pain.

He wondered if he had any unique physique to attract fools.

Liang Tao from the university, and Wu Zai now, how could either of them be so naive.

Facing the piercing cold wind, there were curse-like chanting in his ears, and Lin Siji's expression that looked like a smile was not a smile from the corner of his vision from time to time.

Yang Yan was uncomfortable all over, with a cold face, resisting the urge to leave.

The nanny car savior who appeared around the corner usually dragged Yang Yan out of the embarrassing situation.

"Ah Director Lin, the car is here, let's go first, see you on set."

"Okay, see you on set."

Yang Yan left the scene as if fleeing, and couldn't wait to open the door to get into the car, and slammed the door simply, which shocked Wu Zai who was preparing to get into the car behind.

"This ancestor, what's the matter..." Wu Zai muttered.He struggled to open the door and climbed into the car.

In the car, Wu Zai continued to babble, probably complaining that Yang Yan's expression towards Lin Siji was too indifferent, as if he was playing big names, which would not be good for future development.

"Wouldn't it be mean to be too attentive, as if you want to take a shortcut by climbing on the bed?" Yang Yan said indifferently.

"How can you say that!" Wu Zai was so excited that he slapped the armrest of the seat loudly, "As long as you and Director Lin are innocent, no matter what is spread outside, it will be a rumor..."

Innocent.

Huh.

Yang Yan put on the earphones with a blank face, to isolate Wu Zai's noisy voice.He closed his eyes and entered his autistic realm.

Yang Yan took a nap in the car, so that fifteen minutes after arriving at the set, he failed to dispel the anger of getting up. He just kept a cold face and ignored everyone while holding the script.

Wu Zai tried to communicate with him, but was persuaded by his indifference, and finally ran elsewhere angrily.

Yang Yan stared at the script, and he stared at this page for a long time.

Wu Zai has left, but the sound wave still exists.

His chattering sentences lingered in his ears, Yang Yan couldn't read anything, and couldn't remember all the lines.

When we go back, we must find a way to transfer this kid away.

Yang Yan thought anxiously.

"Ah Choo!" Wu Zai came back holding a square object entangled in electric wires, cursing, "Who is scolding me?"

Yang Yan looked into his arms.

"This is?"

"Portable heater." Wu Zai quickly took out a wiring board from the side, untied the wire, and plugged it in. "It was originally made by Director Lin, but he's not used to blowing it, so let me bring it to you."

As soon as the heating green light comes on, it starts to work.

Wu Zai took a plastic chair to control the radiator, and the warm air blew on Yang Yan's trousers, and his icy ankles felt a tingling thawing sensation.

Yang Yan was stunned for half a second, then turned to look at where Lin Siji was.

Standing in the fortress surrounded by shooting equipment, Lin Siji lit the electronic cigarette indifferently.

Noticing Yang Yan's eyes, he glanced to this side, his expression relaxed a little.

He raised his hand holding the cigarette, and waved it perfunctorily.

The thin shreds of tobacco circled twice around the slender fingers, and the white mist contrasted with the frozen red of the knuckles.

The tobacco curled up and disappeared into the cold air.