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

Xiao Chen continued: "Otherwise your phone is full of his photos? You can hide it tightly so that no one will see it."

Song Zixing: "..."

Are you really a fanatic?

The two soon arrived on the set.

They didn't come too early, and the prop crew was already busy with the set.

Xiao Chen inquired about the location of the dressing room, took him there, and told him on the way: "Although your time to show your face today is very short, at least you will be on the same stage with the big actor. Teacher, talk about it well, and let him transform it for you."

Song Zixing nodded, feeling that this little assistant was really careful and responsible, and even thought of such trivial matters.

It wasn't until he got to the dressing room that Song Zixing realized that Xiao Chen's words had something to do with them.

This dressing room is specially set up for some extras. There are five or six actors in the room, but there is only one makeup artist. Everyone is waiting in line. When they heard the movement at the door, they turned their heads. Then fell silent.

Song Zixing was stared at by so many eyes. He was about to listen to Xiao Chen and say hello politely, but he heard the actor closest to him sneer contemptuously: "Oh, who am I? I almost didn't recognize it! Isn't it Miss Zhang Tianyu who was kicked out last night while delivering cakes to Yang Zhihui!"

After what he said, everyone burst into laughter, and an actress not far away smiled and asked, "Sissy! As for your cake, if you want to get Miss Yang, you may not be honored to eat it!"

"Didn't the inhuman makeup yesterday scare Yang Zhihui? What's going on today, the flirtatious bastard is going to take the pure route?"

"Come on, Yang Zhihui is not a lesbian, so I can't like personal monsters, right?!"

The room roared with laughter.

Song Zixing narrowed his eyes slightly, but his right wrist was lightly held down, Xiao Chen said with a low eyebrow, "Let's come in later."

"Why did you wait a while?" Song Zixing pulled his wrist away from the assistant's hand, and slowly walked forward, with a pair of beautiful eyes flashing with danger.

"This friend," Song Zixing pointed at the actor who just scolded him as a transvestite, and said in a casual tone, "Yang Zhihui might really look down on a transsexual like you who failed a sex reassignment operation."

The actor jumped up when he heard the words, and was furious: "What the hell did you say? Tell me again!"

"Oh, you hit the pain point, are you angry from embarrassment?" Song Zixing was not afraid, his face still had a smile of joining in the fun, and his tone was particularly awkward, "Don't do it, I never hit women, otherwise it would be ugly if it spread Ah, say I bully the underprivileged."

The man gritted his teeth, and swung his fist violently. Song Zixing tilted his head, and avoided the punch with great agility. Are you going to quit the job and give me the salary evenly?"

Just as the man was about to punch him again, an actor in front immediately stopped him and shouted in a low voice, "You don't want to do it! Everyone is watching!"

"If I quit, I will kill this bitch!" The man blushed with anger.

Song Zixing stood aside with an innocent face on his face: "You were the one who cursed people first, and you were the one who struck first. Look, you took advantage of it all. Why aren't you happy?"

"..."

Two or three male actors came forward to hold the man back. Seeing that the make-up artist was free, Song Zixing walked forward slowly and took the first place.

The make-up artist was a man, wearing a mask, his exposed eyes were unremarkable, as if the trouble just happened had nothing to do with him, as soon as Song Zixing sat in front of the makeup mirror, he began to put on foundation for him.

When Xiao Chen walked over timidly, he just heard an actress's disdainful voice behind him: "You are so good at speaking, I have never seen how high you climbed."

Xiao Chen was about to pretend he didn't hear it, but who knew that his family's little entertainer would open his mouth: "The kung fu in other places can't compare to my sister, after all, gender is here."

Xiao Chen: "..."

When did he become so aggressive?

Xiao Chen glanced back at the actress's face livid with anger, and felt that his position as an assistant was becoming more and more unstable.

Song Zixing opened his phone with his head down, and clicked on WeChat. Apart from Xiao Chen, there were only a few beauty accounts on the interface, and the contact list was even more pitiful. It can be seen that Zhang Tianyu really has no friends.

Song Zixing didn't have the habit of checking the privacy of other people's mobile phones, but in the current situation, he had to check it out, in case someone would reveal his secrets when he met.

Opening the photo album casually, what catches the eye is a large piece of refined pictures, almost all of which are of one person——

Talk about Feiyue.

Song Zixing thought to himself, it seems that this person is indeed Tan Feiyue's true fan. With so many photos, wouldn't it take up memory in the phone?

Just as he was about to quit, he found a 3-minute video at the bottom of the phone, and the time showed that it was taken near the early morning of last night.

This video may be the video of Zhang Tianyu before his death. Song Zixing calmly turned off the phone screen, looked up and saw himself in the mirror, and was taken aback.

Does this makeup artist have a grudge against him?It doesn't matter if the eyeshadow is red, is it because you just came back from a funeral?

The makeup artist was still dipping in the eyeshadow with a makeup brush, and Song Zixing grabbed his wrist unexpectedly. Then, he heard the young man in front of him laughing and saying, "How much does this brother think I'm popular?"

Immediately, the young man took the eyeshadow palette from his hand, and said in a flat voice: "You don't need to paint, I will do it myself."

The makeup artist only took one look at him before proceeding to make up the next one.Xiao Chen squeezed closer to him, and said weakly, "Brother, what's wrong with you today? Are you so angry?"

Song Zixing felt a little baffled: "Is this called anger?"

"Yes, yes." Xiao Chen couldn't speak clearly, "Is it... really stimulated last night?"

Seeing Song Zixing shaking his head, Xiao Chen swallowed his saliva, but still wanted to persuade him, and whispered into his ear: "Brother, listen to me, let's play it safe, don't provoke them, we can't fight them of."

Song Zixing gave his makeup hands a pause, and almost couldn't believe what his assistant had just said to him.

Be quiet?

provoke?

At this moment, the door of the dressing room was pushed open roughly, and a field worker shouted in a rough voice: "Are you done? Hurry up! It's time to play!"

"It's time to play!" Xiao Chen quickly patted Song Zixing's shoulder, "Brother, let's change clothes!"

These extras all wore the same clothes, and Song Zixing had acted in many costume dramas, so he was familiar with this kind of costumes. After changing his clothes, a female stylist came in to put a headgear on him.

The sky-blue hair was completely covered, and Song Zixing felt that he had finally received some ground.

He was the first to go out of the dressing room, and turned around to notice that the rest of the people were still changing clothes, so he thought he could take advantage of this time to watch the 3-minute video on his phone.

He had been to this set before filming, and knowing where the bathroom was, he explained to Xiao Chen, borrowed a pair of earphones from him, and went to the lounge alone under Xiao Chen's hesitant expression.

After closing the compartment door, Song Zixing plugged in the earphones and clicked on the video.

The video was shot in a hotel room. The young man was sitting on the bed, with heavy makeup on his face, tears streaming down his face, and his speech was a little unclear: "I don't deserve...I don't deserve to live! I deserve to die!"

Song Zixing frowned slightly, and lowered his voice a little.

The boy in the video is still crying: "Why can everyone bully me! Why do they all look down on me! What did I do wrong? Don't I just like him? Why can't I like him? Yang Zhihui humiliated me so much... ...I'm a toad. Is she a swan? She's threatening me..."

The boy broke down in tears when he said this, Song Zixing stared at the screen with cold eyes.

He held a fruit knife in his hand.

"I like him, but I didn't want him to know. If he knew, I wouldn't have the face to live... Rather than let him look down on me, I might as well die first... No one has liked me since I was a child , What is the meaning of my life! Why did you give birth to me and ignore me!"

By the end, the boys were almost hysterical.When he cut down with the knife, he didn't hesitate at all, as if it was not suicide, but a kind of relief.

Song Zixing frowned more and more, feeling worthless for this boy from the bottom of his heart.

Isn't it just liking someone?Can a confession be more painful than death?

Moreover, this Yang Zhihui is not a good person. If a boy confesses his love, even if he doesn't like it, there is no need to humiliate her, right?

It would be a waste to commit suicide for such a woman.

Song Zixing put away his earphones, and was about to push open the door of the cubicle, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice from outside the door, it was the former makeup artist: "An [-]-line slut, and playing a fucking big name, just do it!" Do it or not!"

Another hearty male voice laughed: "Then why don't you just throw something on his face?"

"People have to rely on their appearance for a living." The makeup artist smiled, "I think she looks really good, and if she doesn't look good, she will climb into the bed of some rich woman one day. I don't dare to provoke him at this time."

"You mean that sissy?" Another male voice seemed a little unbelievable, "Is he good-looking like that?"

"Damn, you didn't see that, he took off his makeup today." The makeup artist laughed, not knowing what it means, "The foundation is really good, but it's just ruined. I guess he hasn't passed puberty yet, a brat."

Song Zixing stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and his hand was already on the doorknob, but a second before he pushed it open, he heard the bathroom door opened, and a familiar voice came from outside: "Who are you talking about?"

Song Zixing was taken aback.

It's about non-months.