I'm on the top of my cp [entertainment circle]

The memories of three years ago flooded into his mind like a wave, making him uncontrollably recall some things from the past.

The former Tan Feiyue had no pretense in front of him at all, he was a person who loved to laugh, and I don't know why, but then he seemed to be a different person, always with a cold face, as if he was not happy to see anyone, There are also a lot fewer words.

"Can't hold it?" The assistant director said with a smile, "Then lift it up for him."

Song Zixing snapped back to his senses, got up from his body while supporting the ground, his ears turned red quietly, and coughed in embarrassment: "How do you lift it?"

"Ask your dad to carry it together. You're not the only one in your house." The assistant director said, "You should try it first, and if you find that you can't lift it by yourself, call your dad out."

Song Zixing nodded.

Tan Feiyue was still lying on the ground, looking at him.Song Zixing felt that gaze hadn't moved away for a long time, and when he looked back, Tan Feiyue turned his head quickly again.

Song Zixing: "..."

What are you doing?

The scene record is played, and the filming starts.

Song Zixing enters the camera.

The son was going out today, he yawned, and slowly swayed out of the yard with a lazy look.

As soon as he opened the door, his originally relaxed face immediately changed color, and he stared at the person lying in front of the door with wide eyes.

When the prime minister, no one knows, no one knows.

Now, he was unconscious in front of his house with a painful expression on his face.

He rushed to his side immediately, wanted to push him, but stretched out his hand, and then realized that he was so disrespectful, so he shouted anxiously: "Prime Minister Han? Prime Minister Han?"

The other party didn't respond. Han Qian's lips were pale and his brows were slightly frowned.

He immediately reached out and grabbed his arm, let him rest on his shoulder, then put his hand around his waist, and helped him up.

Entering the door again, this scene is considered over.

After the director called out, Song Zixing arched his shoulders to the people around him and smiled, "I'm very strong."

"En." Tan Feiyue opened his eyes and only responded in a low voice.

The assistant director came over at this time, and smiled: "Isn't this easy to lift?"

"I didn't exert myself just now," Song Zixing said.

"Yes." The assistant director conveyed the director's words, "One more thing, you blocked Han Qian's face just now."

"Okay, I'll pay attention later."

After the assistant director left, Song Zixing was about to let go of Tan Feiyue when he heard him whisper in his ear: "I will cooperate with you, you don't have to use so much force."

"Huh?" Song Zixing was stunned for a moment and asked, "Did I hurt you just now?"

"..."

Tan Feiyue didn't speak.

It was indeed a little painful just now, and the movement of his waist hugging was a little too hard.

Song Zixing let go of him, patted the dust on his back, nodded: "I will pay attention, you go."

The second time, this time Song Zixing hugged him more gently.

Probably because he was afraid that he would not be able to lift him up the first time, so his hands were not light or heavy. When he helped Tan Feiyue up the second time, he could feel the other person leaning gently on him.

Having not had contact with him at such a quiet distance for a long time, Song Zixing was not used to it for a while, and always felt that something was wrong.

He felt that his breathing rhythm was out of order, and his arms tightened subconsciously.However, Song Zixing felt that he had walked for a long time for a few steps away.

This shot is over, this one is over.

Next came the old farmer's appearance. Song Zixing had almost no role to play, so he found a place to sit.

Xiao Chen quickly came up to him and handed him hot water, asking, "How is it? You were so close to Brother Tan just now!"

"It's okay." Song Zixing wiped his face with his hand, trying to wake himself up.

Just now, Song Zixing could clearly feel that he was not in a good state, his nerves were not relaxed, so his expression might not be in place.

But according to his current status, he is probably not qualified to ask the director for another one. After all, the protagonist is Tan Feiyue, not him, and everyone's eyes are not on him.

He lowered his head and smiled self-deprecatingly. Since his debut in the first TV series, since when did he make such a low-level mistake?

Filming is out of state, which is very taboo as an actor.

Xiao Chen saw that he was a bit sad, and asked, "What's the matter? Did you feel sad when you compared yourself to your acting skills when you were filming with Brother Tan?"

Song Zixing: "..."

Xiao Chen still thought he was a bosom brother, so he quickly comforted him: "It doesn't matter, after all, Brother Tan is the king of movie stars, and his acting skills are very good. Comparing with others, you will have a sense of superiority, right?"

Afraid of being heard gossiping, Xiao Chen thoughtfully gave Yang Zhihui a nickname.

Song Zixing couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm not sad, I just reflect on what I didn't perform well just now."

"Oh, that's a matter of reflection. After all, only thinking can make progress." Xiao Chen nodded and said, "We are better than being young. Think about it, Brother Tan is three years older than you, so I will give you three years to talk about it." Maybe you will surpass him!"

Song Zixing's unhappiness just now gradually dissipated, and he smiled: "So you can talk?"

"It's not me!" Xiao Chen said proudly, "The main reason is that we are too good, and our strength lies here, so we can't ignore it."

Song Zixing smiled and shook his head.

After Tan Feiyue finished filming the last scene this afternoon, the whole film was completely finished.

Everyone stayed in the crew for a few months, and their feelings were very deep. Only the extra actor Song Zixing didn't feel any emotion at all. He watched them sighing at each other, but his eyes looked towards Tan Feiyue.

The director asked everyone to take a group photo. All the leading actors gathered together and slowly lined up. Song Zixing stood at the very edge, being pushed further and further away by the scattered crowd, almost out of the frame.

At this time, Tan Feiyue suddenly called him.

Song Zixing looked over and found that Tan Feiyue was waving at him. Although the voice could not be heard, Song Zixing could see the words on his lips: come here.

He smiled at him and shook his head, which means he still knows how to measure.

But Tan Feiyue seemed to think that he couldn't hear him, so he shook his head, so he directly separated from the middle of the line and walked towards him.

Song Zixing was still surprised what he was doing, but his wrist had already been pulled up by him.

Tan Feiyue led him all the way to the center of the crowd.

Standing beside Tan Feiyue was the number one female Yang Zhihui. She happened to be the C position, but who knew that Tan Feiyue brought Song Zixing over and made him stand beside Yang Zhihui.

When Song Zixing was pulled over by him, he could feel the fiery gaze from the right, from the female number one and the male number two.

He shook Tan Feiyue who was still holding his wrist, and whispered, "Isn't this bad?"

Not only is it bad, you are simply disregarding priorities like this!

Isn't this pushing me to the point of the gun on purpose?

Song Zixing said secretly.

Tan Feiyue looked ahead and said indifferently, "Look at the camera."

Song Zixing held back his laughter, stood out of place in a pair of leading actors, and smiled slightly at the camera.

Suddenly, someone squeezed his right shoulder.Song Zixing didn't need to look to know that Yang Zhihui was making small moves again, so he simply took a small step forward and directly blocked Yang Zhihui's left side of his body.

After the filming, Song Zixing deliberately turned his head to look at Yang Zhihui, who was livid with anger, and asked with a smile, "Oh, did I squeeze you just now?"

In front of Tan Feiyue, Yang Zhihui could only grit her teeth and say, "No!"

"That's good." Song Zixing said apologetically, "If this blocks your camera, I'd be so sorry."

Yang Zhihui: "..."

Tan Feiyue who was on the side couldn't hold back, she lowered her head and curled the corners of her mouth.

After all the staff finished their work, the director sent the address of the wrap-up banquet to the person in charge.

Song Zixing had already arrived at the hotel and was packing up his things when his cell phone rang suddenly.

He took it out and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.As soon as it was connected, there was an impatient voice: "Where are you?"

It took Song Zixing two seconds to realize that it was Tan Feiyue, and he replied, "I'm in a hotel."

"Aren't you going to finish the green banquet?" The tone was still unhappy.

Song Zixing was startled, it seemed that he wanted to bring him to the wrapping banquet, he asked tentatively, "I won't go?"

Song Zixing understood that before he showed his face in the finale photos, at most he would be scolded by netizens, but if he went to a gathering like the finale banquet, which only the leading actors attended, it would really expose his ignorance and overreaching.

Tan Feiyue seemed very puzzled why he didn't go, and asked, "Do you have something to do?"

"Ah?" Song Zixing was stunned, "It's all right."

"Then why don't you go?" Tan Feiyue's tone was almost questioning.

Song Zixing couldn't laugh or cry, Tan Feiyue didn't know these rules, he wanted to rebel?

Is this Zhang Tianyu so important to him?

"Let's go to the crew hotel right away. Come down for me in 2 minutes." After Tan Feiyue finished speaking, she hung up the phone without giving him any room to maneuver.

Song Zixing looked at the phone screen and smiled helplessly.

How did this kid become so strong?

Just hang up the phone?

Also, where did he get his phone number?

Just as Song Zixing put away his phone, Xiao Chen opened the door and came in. He pushed a suitcase and asked, "Brother, are you packed? I called a car to go to the high-speed rail station..."

"Cancel." Song Zixing interrupted him, and smiled as if he couldn't believe it, "Someone is here to pick us up."

Two minutes later, Song Zixing and Xiao Chen stood on the side of the road in front of the hotel.

Xiao Chen was still asking: "Who will pick us up? Could it be that Brother Cheng, you are already popular enough to hire a private driver?"

"It's not me." Song Zixing felt helpless, "It's your brother Tan—"

Before he finished speaking, a black commercial vehicle stopped in front of them.

Xiao Chen was so excited that he jumped up and down twice, trying to lower his voice and shout: "Brother Tan??"

"Yes." Song Zixing sighed.

The rear door was opened from the inside, and Tan Feiyue looked at him.

Song Zixing resigned himself to his fate and got into the car.

Xiao Chen dragged the box and stood behind Song Zixing. He still hadn't moved. Tan Feiyue stretched out his hand, passed Song Zixing's shoulder, and closed the car door directly.

Before closing it, throw out a sentence: "You sit in front."

Xiao Chen: "..."

He opened the co-pilot's door, sat on it, and smiled awkwardly and politely at Xu Wenjie.

Xu Wenjie seemed to understand his current situation very well, and returned a very considerate smile.

Song Zixing looked up at Tan Feiyue, saw his impatience, and smiled: "What are you doing?"

"Pick you up for dinner." Tan Feiyue didn't seem to be in a good mood, her voice was hoarse, "You don't want to go?"

Song Zixing shook his head and did not explain to him.

Now that the boss has said to go, he still has no reason not to go.

Anyway, he has done a lot of embarrassing things now.

As soon as he sat down, he suddenly heard Tan Feiyue sigh softly, and then said helplessly, "Come here."

Song Zixing pointed to himself uncertainly: "Call me?"

"Otherwise, who else is there?" Tan Feiyue looked at him as if he was mentally retarded, and repeated, "Sit here."

When Xiao Chen in front heard this, he couldn't help raising his eyes to look in the rearview mirror.

Tan Feiyue in the back seat pulled her little artist to the front, and the two got very close.

He was extremely shocked, what is this for? ?

Then, he saw Tan Feiyue take out something and put it on Song Zixing's head.

He took a closer look, only to find that it was a black wig.

"..."

Sure enough, did the sky blue hair make his eyes so hot?

He was just about to carefully observe the reaction of his artist when the rearview mirror suddenly went dark, and then changed to the rear camera of the car.

Xu Wenjie said to him with a fake smile: "Don't look around."

"..." Mr. Chen felt that these words were a bit different.

In the back seat, Song Zixing always felt uncomfortable when he put on a wig. He reached out to touch it, but Tan Feiyue grabbed his wrist.

"You dare to take it off and try." Tan Feiyue said quietly.

"No." Song Zixing sighed helplessly, "The bangs are blocking my eyes."

The wig he gave him was slightly longer than his own hair, which hung down on his forehead and reached his eyelashes.

After Tan Feiyue heard the words, he let go of his wrist, and turned to lift his chin with one finger.

Song Zixing was forced to raise his head. He was shocked, but also a little uncomfortable with this angle.

Tan Feiyue looked at his face seriously, and then reached out to help him move the bangs on his forehead to both sides.

Warm fingertips brushed gently across his forehead, and Song Zixing couldn't help shivering.

What's the matter with the child?Why give him the illusion that he's being teased?