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

The card delivery attendant who appeared in time rescued Yang Yan from the embarrassing scene of suffocation.

He hung up the phone quickly, took the card and waved it at the assistant director, with a smirk.

"I forgot my room card."

"Oh oh oh oh." The assistant director crowed like a high-spirited rooster.

He condemned his vacillating guess in his heart, and laughed.

"It turned out to be like this. It was too late last night and I couldn't contact the waiter, so I had no choice but to go to Director Lin's place to spend the night. Hahahaha, our crew really has a good relationship..."

Yang Yan pursed his lips.

He was not very good at communicating with outsiders, and the assistant director seemed to be working hard.

So he let out a "huh" and agreed with this statement.

The assistant director was relieved, turned around and continued to reprimand the staff with different expressions.

"What are you doing here in a daze, what should you do?"

"But Director Liu, didn't you say you had something to say and brought us together in the corridor?"

A ponytailed staff member whispered.

The assistant director coughed, and then remembered that Lin Siji had sent him a message last night, saying that the crew should be restrained, so he mentioned this in the group.

He couldn't help slandering in his heart, thinking that Lin Siji, while saying don't gossip, did such a controversial thing as letting the male protagonist stay in his room.

It's really hard to put your mind at ease.

"That's enough, that's enough." The assistant director felt that if he continued to talk, he would not be able to get the scriptwriter back, so he waved his hand perfunctorily, "I have said everything I want to say, remember not to talk nonsense, and we will meet at nine o'clock It's over, everyone wants to have breakfast and tidy up, hurry up, let's go."

He turned around and forced a smile at Yang Yan who stood there and listened to the whole process.

"Xiao Yang, you should hurry up and tidy up. You have to put on makeup at [-]:[-]."

"Yeah." Yang Yan went down the steps, "Then I'll go back to my room first, see you later."

"See you."

Back in the room, Yang Yan took off the damn bathrobe and threw it on the ground.

He passed by with a blank expression on his bathrobe, and took out the jacket for today's scene from the cabinet and put it on.

When turning over his pants, Wu Zai called again.

The phone was vibrating, and Yang Yan thought of the earth-shattering voice in the corridor just now, and suddenly had the urge to throw the phone on the ground and kick his feet.

The phone rang for a while, and when it was about to hang up automatically, Yang Yan picked it up slowly.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Ancestor!!!" Wu Zai's wailing and wolf howling came out of the receiver.

Yang Yan silently took the phone away.

Wu Zai is a new agent in the past two years. He is enthusiastic, inexperienced, and a bit reckless.

But it's much better than the old manager who was full of oil and always forced him to participate in some wine games.

"How can you not bring your room card? How can you stay overnight in the director's room? How can you still occupy the bed?...Forget it, it has already happened, you must remember not to let the crew People who have heard about it, don’t know what will be said if it spreads out?”

"Actually." Yang Yan narrated calmly, "When you called just now, the crew was right there. Given your volume, they should have heard you all."

Wu Zai: ...

"...Who is there?" He asked cautiously, taking chances.

"Associate director, lighting master, costume director, assistant director assistant..." Yang Yan indifferently counted them one by one, "Almost all of them are here."

There was silence on the other side of the phone, Wu Zai might have passed away.

Yang Yan slowly spread out the trousers of the costume, shook them twice, and then continued to speak.

"So what's the matter with you calling?"

"I just want you to clarify..." Wu Zai almost groaned, "You kept silent when such a big incident happened last night, many of your fans thought something happened to you..."

"Understood." Yang Yan said, "Are you coming back today?"

"Back to..."

"Okay, hang up, bye."

"Bye-Bye……"

Wu Zai's voice was erratic, as if he was going to die soon, but Yang Yan hung up the phone indifferently.

The only advantage of his manager is that he has a big heart. Yang Yan is not worried about his mental capacity at all.

After Yang Yan changed into the costume, covered it with a long windbreaker, carried her bag, went downstairs to have breakfast, and then went to the set by car.

There were sporadic reporters at the door, and when they saw Yang Yan coming out, they held up their cameras and snapped snaps.

Yang Yan was too lazy to make an expression at first, but thinking of the worries of the fans that Wu Zai said, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled at the camera.

Probably due to his personality, Yang Yan is basically unsmiling in front of the cameras of outsiders. Reuters photographed all the pictures with cold faces striding forward wearing masks.

But under today's camera, Yang Yan's rare expression is stretched, the corners of his lips are curved softly, the wind blows his fluffy bangs, and the unpainted skin under the hair is soft and white.

The camera freezes, the black-haired young man in single clothes has delicate eyebrows and eyes, looking at the camera ignorantly and gently.The corners of his mouth are raised, and the billowing coat gives him a free and easy aura.

Yang Yan nodded roughly at the reporters and rushed into the car, completely unaware that this group of pictures was about to quickly become a hot search and become a "picture of immortality" passed on by fans.

Yang Yan logged into Weibo in the car, ignored the dense private messages, directly forwarded the official clarification statement, and replied with a loving emoji under the first comment asking if there was anything wrong.

He also rarely talks on Weibo, and rarely expresses personal emotions outside of routine announcements.

So now this kind of love naturally receives enthusiastic attention from fans.

Most fans think that this is Yang Yan being hurt by yesterday's rumors, but still trying to comfort fans not to worry about himself.

Thinking of this, the hearts of fans are about to break.While commenting comforting words such as "Mom loves you" under Yang Yan's Weibo, they went out and scolded the rumor-mongering account yesterday again.

Naturally, Yang Yan didn't know all of this. When a new round of pink and black battles started on Weibo because of a red heart, a few Reuters, and countless comments, he was already sitting on the seat in the crew rest area with complete makeup, Waiting quietly for today's shoot.

Yang Yan is usually the first actor to join the crew. At the beginning, because of some rumors on the Internet about "playing big names" and "temper tantrums", the crew would walk around him.

But in the past few days, everyone found that Yang Yan just stayed in the corner and commented on the script, without the rumored "domineering" behavior at all, so they relaxed.

There was even a bold makeup artist sister who ran to ask why she didn't stay in the hotel and read the script, but wanted to come to the crew's shed to have a blast.

"The bed in the hotel is so comfortable, it's easy to fall asleep just looking at it, and it's easier for the crew to concentrate."

When Yang Yan answered her question, he hadn't woken up yet, his eyes were dull, and his cheeks were swollen and soft. He yawned twice, like a sleepy otter.

This image is far from the cool guy who usually "I'm so cool, I misunderstood my cue".

The sister of the makeup artist was directly hit by the sharp contrast and cuteness. Passers-by turned fans on the spot, and began to pretend to be calm when putting on makeup every day. After getting her mobile phone, she began to go crazy on the Internet about "the baby's eyelashes are so long, the skin is good, and the bridge of the nose can slide on a slide" Two-sided mode for blowing rainbow farts.

Yang Yan was unaware of the fact that he had become a fan, he was immersed in the script of "Double-Faced Life".

"Two Sides of Life" tells the story of a teenage homicide suspect who lives incognito.

The male lead, Ji Qi, left his hometown after being involved in a murder case at a young age, and met the female lead, Shang Shuyang, in a peaceful town.Shang Shuyang was quickly attracted by the silent boy, and started a series of pursuits towards him, while Ji Qi was charged with a murder case and was naturally sensitive and suspicious. Even if he had a good impression of this lively and enthusiastic girl, he could only keep alienating him...

Yang Yan looked at the script, trying to dissect Ji Qi's image from the limited graphic materials.

Ji Qi is reticent, doesn't like to socialize, is extremely insecure, and feels uncomfortable in crowded places, so he must stand against the wall...

Yang Yan's personal personality is quite different from Ji Qi's. Although they are both cold-faced and reticent, Yang Yan lacks the extreme stubbornness of Ji Qi's character.

Ji Qi's stubbornness is manifested in his strong desire for control and attachment to small things outside his body. The first watch he got when he was young, he wandered through several cities with him, and the watch broke down and was repaired until the end The watch hands didn't move at all, Ji Qi burned it to ashes, planning to burrow it into the ground in the future, so he took this handful of ashes down.

Fetish-like emotions.

Yang Yan poked his pen, searching for such an image deep in his heart.

Are you someone who is extremely obsessed with a certain item...

Suddenly, his heart twitched, and he raised his eyes to look at the studio in front left.

Monitors, cameras, and various instruments surround a seat, forming a semi-enclosed space.

Lin Siji was sitting in the steel frame, playing with the electronic cigarette case in his left hand, and holding a stack of documents in his right hand.

He lowered his head, and the thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose slid slightly by gravity, hanging in front of his eyes.

"Didn't you have myopia surgery? Why are you still wearing glasses?" Yang Yan once asked suspiciously.

"It's been too long, I've lost my feelings." Lin Siji seemed to answer like that at the time.

Lin Siji's side face was blurred by the smog, and the flat glasses were also faintly visible in the smog.

Yang Yan vaguely remembered that when he asked this question, he and Lin Siji had a strong relationship.He himself is a sour and smelly cell of love, so decayed that his brain is not clear.

"So emotional." At that time, Yang Yan's brain twitched, imitating some willful little girls, and his tone was joking, "Would you prefer glasses or me? If you can only choose one, choose glasses or me?"

Lin Siji looked at him helplessly, both accustomed and not accustomed to his sudden and strange thoughts.

But in the end, he still followed Yang Yan's words.

"I like you." He said, "Glasses and you must choose you."

At that time, his expression was gentle and doting, and Yang Yan recalled that the sky was struck by lightning.

Listen to the words of men in love, whoever believes is an idiot.

Yang Yan squinted, and on the bridge of Lin Siji's nose, the old thin black frame had been replaced by a gold wire frame, and the brand new frame reflected the light adjusted by the lighting team, mocking the childish thoughts of a boy a few years ago.

So perhaps attachment can only be said to be a temporary attachment, nothing can be determined, and the slow passage of time can change all promises and stubbornness.

Just like the fetishist Ji Qi finally burned his cherished watch and lost the only girl who would smile at him.

It seemed that the swearing statement had long been turned into a joke, and the question of sending one of the two choices was filled in the blank, and no point was awarded.

Lin Siji didn't save any of the black-rimmed glasses and Yang Yan.