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

The crew of "Double-Faced Life" plans to film Ji Qigang's process of wandering to a small town and working in a restaurant today.

In fact, the assistant director originally planned to complete the rivalry scenes of the hero and heroine first, and then deduct the single-player roles a little bit.

But Lin Siji wandered over with a cigarette in his hand, and said that with Yang Yan's state of emotional drama, the hard-barrelled rivalry drama might be delayed until next year, and the lunch money of the crew alone would be enough to squeeze out the funds.

The assistant director thought it made sense, so he made a decision to solve the solo scenes first.

"Maybe this kid will realize it thoroughly after filming, and the emotional scenes will also be sublimated."

The assistant director survived the fantasy.

Whether Yang Yan will be enlightened is still unknown at present, but the move to advance the single-player role is undoubtedly the correct choice.

During the first half of the filming, Yang Yan was in excellent condition.He shot all the scenes flawlessly, and even went through several shots.

"What are you doing?" the restaurant owner wiped his hands and asked the young man standing at the door.

"Apply." Ji Qihuang put down the flyer in his hand, "I saw the list you posted on the corner of the street, and I want to try it."

"What will happen?"

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, steamed fish, shredded potatoes... basically home-cooked dishes are fine."

The owner of the restaurant looked up and down at the young man at the door, his clothes were dirty, but he looked handsome...

"Okay, come in and try."

"Card!" The assistant director came out from behind the camera and said with satisfaction, "Very well, it's over, let's take a rest."

Yang Yan lowered his head and sat down in the rest area beside him.

The assistant director looked at the original film of the previous segment, and the more he watched it, the more satisfied he became.

The reason why Yang Yan was reluctant to let Yang Yan directly act in a solo role before was because he was afraid that a big star who had never endured hardship would not be able to act as a suspect struggling to make a living.

And Yang Yan's performance is eye-catching.

The slightly hunched back, the uneasiness of curled fingers, the complex emotions suppressed under the calm expression when he raised his head...

In the camera, there is no pampered star, only a gloomy and desolate teenager, squatting in the shadows to survive in the dim light.

"Yang Yan is in good condition today. His acting skills just now can be called the pinnacle of the new generation of actors." The assistant director walked to the monitor, looked down at the screen, and said cheerfully.

"He's good at acting." Lin Siji said lazily, "But the company won't accept the script."

"That's right." The assistant director said, "I watched the movie he acted in before, and the problem with the script is obviously more serious than that of the actor."

"The book of making quick money is so good." Lin Siji smiled.

"Ah." The assistant director sighed, "Bad movies can make a lot of money, so who bothers to make good ones that lose money? Isn't that thankless... It's just pity for aspiring directors and talented actors, the former can't make it." Head, the latter is a waste of talent."

"If you can't make money, it can only mean that the things are not good enough." Lin Siji lowered his head and took a puff of cigarette, and said calmly, "The so-called good movies are rare, but it's just that the filming techniques and scripts of the movies are not so good that they are beyond the scope of the niche circle. , and I can't blame anyone... As for the talented actors."

He looked into the distance, Yang Yan nestled in the chair, holding the script in both hands, chanting words.

People come and go around noisy, but he is not disturbed,

Lin Siji unconsciously hooked his lips, his smile was hidden in the smoke.

"They will always come out ahead, just one chance."

After half an hour of rest, the assistant director announced to continue filming.

The shooting process of the second half was generally smooth, except for a small accident.

"Cut!" the assistant director shouted to stop.

Yang Yan put down the kitchen knife.

"The movement of cutting vegetables is wrong." The assistant director walked over to point out twice, "It's too unfamiliar, it doesn't look like the way of someone who cooks often...have you never cut vegetables before?"

"No." Yang Yan said.

"Didn't you practice before coming to the crew?" The assistant director frowned, "It shouldn't be, the script was sent to your company two months in advance, and it emphasized that it is best to practice knife skills..."

Yang Yan pursed her lips,

"I'm sorry." He said in a low voice.

The assistant director is also worried. It’s not a big deal to cut the dishes well, but it’s not a small thing. Putting it on other crews is just a matter of hiring a replacement. Even without a professional stuntman, the chef of the street restaurant will become the master. ...

But Lin Siji made it clear that this film is aimed at winning awards...

Then you must not be so casual. After all, those awards not only show the quality of the film, but also the sincerity of the shooting. This scene of cutting vegetables is replaced by hands. If you go out, you will be criticized for a long time. .

"Well, you go and practice first." The assistant director thought about it and decided on a solution, "Let's shoot other people's scenes first, and see how you practice before we call it a day. We'll shoot it when it's almost done. shoot."

"Okay." Yang Yan replied, carrying a cutting board and a kitchen knife, and walked to the side with a basket of vegetables.

After asking the girl in the props team, Yang Yan found a table that was about the same height as the stove in the play. He put the cutting board on it, picked up a kitchen knife to weigh it twice, took out a radish from the basket, and started to practice.

He practiced very seriously, but his talent in cooking was really limited, and his knife skills were so clumsy that he almost cut his hand several times.

"The posture of holding the knife is wrong." Suddenly, a person came over and stood beside him.

Yang Yan raised his head, Lin Siji looked relaxed, and his eyes fell on the cutting board.

He held the cigarette case in his left hand, and pointed at the kitchen knife with his right hand.

"The wrist is too tense, the position of the fingers is not good, and the strength is not appropriate. It is like chopping firewood rather than vegetables...give me the knife."

Before Yang Yan had time to think, he stretched out his hand consciously, and handed over the kitchen knife. Although he withdrew his hand very quickly, he couldn't avoid touching the back of Lin Siji's hand.

Lin Siji weighed the kitchen knife twice, held it firmly, turned his wrist up and down, and showed it to Yang Yan.

"It saves effort to hold the knife in this way, and you can better control the position of the knife."

As he spoke, he glanced at Yang Yan.

The child's face is still dusty, and the powder doesn't fall off when he nods, maybe the makeup artist should be asked to do less effects, it's a bit exaggerated now, it's more like stage makeup than a movie... Why are the ears red?

Lin Siji's eyes stayed on the tips of Yang Yan's reddened ears, and only moved away when the other party took two steps to the side as if he couldn't help running away.

He put the cigarette case in his pocket, took the radish that had been horribly cut on the cutting board, and looked at it twice.

"Huo, good guy, it's carving." Lin Siji teased twice.

Yang Yan's ears became redder when he heard the sound, and even his neck tended to turn red.

Thin-skinned.

Lin Siji smiled, no longer being funny.He demonstrated with a carrot and cut it a few times at will.

"When cutting vegetables, the hand that is not holding the knife is curled up, and the knuckles are against the surface of the knife, so it is not easy to cut the hand... It is not necessary to cut it so thin at the beginning, and the local restaurant does not need to shred it, the strips are almost enough... and the radish Not very suitable for beginners, potatoes would be better."

He stopped the knife, put aside the neatly sliced ​​radish slices, and handed the knife back.

"Just practice a potato and cut it to about the same thickness. It's not a food show, just two shots for cooking."

"Okay." Yang Yan took back the kitchen knife, carefully avoiding Lin Siji's hand.

He took out a potato from the basket, peeled off a small half of the skin, cut the potato in two, and started slicing awkwardly.

Out of the corner of Yang Yan's eyes, he couldn't stop glancing back. Lin Siji was standing a body away from him, with smoke curling from his lips.

He sighed, feeling like a high school student whose teacher stood behind and stared at the students who were writing papers, feeling uncomfortable all over.

Together with the embarrassment, Yang Yan's action of cutting potatoes also paused, and the sound of the blade hitting the chopping board was dull.

"Didn't your company give you the script in advance?" Lin Siji asked suddenly.

Yang Yan shook his hand, and cut off half a piece of rugged potato.

"Huh?" He murmured.

"The script has been sent out a long time ago. It's been... for two or three months. It's time to prepare." Lin Siji went on to say, "This kind of rusty look, either doesn't care at all, or is confiscated at all. to the script."

Yang Yan didn't answer, and continued to move the kitchen knife up and down.

"Stop practicing." Lin Siji looked at his clumsy movements, and commented objectively, "It's not cutting at all, it's chopping. Strength is useless, no matter how you practice it, it's useless."

Yang Yan paused when he lowered the knife.

"Why are you so good at chopping vegetables?" He turned his back to Lin Siji, his voice was as vague as a murmur, "...Obviously you couldn't do it before."

Lin Siji couldn't help laughing when he heard the words: "You tell me why I wasn't prepared, and I'll tell you why I'm so proficient, how about it?"

Yang Yan didn't answer directly, he started chopping the cutting board again.

When Lin Siji thought he would answer again, he spoke.

"The company didn't give me the script at the beginning." He whispered, "I thought it was someone else's, so I didn't ask... I only got the script two days before joining the group."

"Oh." Lin Siji said thoughtfully, "So the company picked this up for you, and you didn't choose it yourself."

"I don't have the right to choose the book." Yang Yan said.

"If so, do you want to accept "Double-Faced Life"?"

Yang Yan was silent again, and after dozens of seconds passed, he whispered "hmm".

Lin Siji laughed again, and he asked again: "Why do you want to pick it up?"

"Director Lin." The kitchen knife hit the cutting board with a bang, and Yang Yan said in a muffled voice, "It's very disturbing for you to ask questions like this."

He heard Lin Siji smile lightly, and didn't ask any more questions.

After a while, Lin Siji spoke.

"When I was studying abroad, I worked odd jobs in restaurants and learned some knife skills."

"Why work?" Yang Yan asked with his head down.

"Poor, earn money to pay tuition."

Yang Yan stopped talking again, Lin Siji's words made it clear that his family's conditions were obviously above the well-off level, so why would he worry about tuition fees.

Yang Yan made a mechanical movement, the kitchen knife became heavier and heavier, and his wrist became more and more sore.

Lin Siji had been standing behind him and watching, he had practiced for a while, but he was still so rusty and made no progress at all.

This made Yang Yan unspeakably irritated.

"It's not like that."

Yang Yan felt his back pressed against someone suddenly, and his body stiffened.

Lin Siji took a step forward, with his chest resting on Yang Yan's shoulder, and his arms wrapped around his waist.He held Yang Yan's right hand with one hand, and put the other hand on the cutting board, wrapping Yang Yan in his arms.

"Your posture is distorted, and your force is not right. No matter how you practice, it is just a wrong repetition."

During Lin Siji's words, he breathed out on Yang Yan's side face, his ears and cheeks became hot at an unimaginable speed.

Yang Yan hardly dared to think about how his face had turned red, so he could only lower his eyes as if avoiding it, watching Lin Siji's wide palm wrap his fist, leading him to cut out regular potato chips.

"Well, that's about it."

The words that were close at hand made his ears numb, Yang Yan shrank instinctively, but Lin Siji was dissatisfied with his dodge, and put his left hand on his waist.

"Stand up straight."

Yang Yan felt that he had become a piece of chocolate thrown into the high temperature, and he couldn't stand it no matter what, it was about to melt into the arms of the furnace.

"Excuse me, have you seen Yang Yan? Ah, I'm his manager..."

Wu Zai got off the nanny's car, grabbed a crew member and hurriedly asked.

"Ah, he's over there." The man pointed him in the direction.

Wu Zai thanked him, and strode towards that side, thinking as he walked, he had just experienced some cyber violence, and was misunderstood by the crew... Yang Yan should be in a bad mood now, so he must be brilliant as an agent , must be sunshine, must bring him the warmth of spring.

Thinking of this, Wu Zai showed eight teeth and tried to show a bright smile like a real estate agent.

Turning around a machine, changing the angle of view, Wu Zai's smothered smile suddenly distorted.

It's not to blame for his poor psychological quality, it's just that the scene in front of him is indeed a bit rotten.

A tall man pressed the young man whose face could not be seen clearly on the chopping board. The man covered the back of the young man's hand with one hand, and caressed the young man's slender waist restlessly with the other hand.

The man rested his head on the young man's shoulder and buried his face, as if he was biting the young man's ear or kissing his neck.

Wu Zai was extremely astonished, he couldn't help staring at the pair, wondering when the crew had opened up to such an extent, and gay people dared to have sex in such an unclosed corner.

However, the more he looked at it, the more strange it became, and the more he looked at it, the more strange it became.

Wu Zai rubbed his eyes.

How does he feel...

That young man leaning in the arms of a man, like a small bird, is so like his own entertainer?

……

The man said something to the young man, the young man turned his head, his water-colored phoenix eyes were hazy.

Wu Zai was struck by lightning, thousands of words rolled in his internal organs, and only turned into a loud cry...

"Fuck me!"

He scolded sincerely.