I have seen this male god of rebirth

"The whole world accuses me, I choose to forgive".This is the most unsuitable script that Jing Cun chose from many scripts, because he wanted to challenge the bottom line of his acting skills.

Therefore, there was no gossip in this month, and naturally, there was no chance to eat Zang Hege.But what he didn't know was that he dug himself a big hole and jumped into it with great interest.

This script is roughly about, as a young man wandering in a big city, he has to bow his head under the oppression of reality again and again, and stubbornly strives to fight against the world.

The moment the camera was turned on, Jing Cun looked for the best shooting angle, pointed the camera at himself, and showed the helplessness in his eyes in front of the director without any flaws.

"No matter what, I won't give up!" The snow was falling, and a man in unlined clothes sat on the side of the road and looked at the only piece of steamed bun in his hand.Then he clenched his hands tightly and threw the steamed bun onto the road.

"cut!"

Jing Cun's expression immediately changed from the poor and desolate one in the play, and he became a little arrogant.When he was about to discuss with the director whether the scene could be played once, he found that the director waved at him.

"What do you think?" He Tu's forehead was covered with cold sweat, but he didn't dare to move at this moment.Because the man in the car not far away is watching the scene.Even every move of the film and television city is under his eyes.

"Steamed buns, pick them up."

It's just such a five-word instruction, He Tu, who usually only relies on his own feelings when filming, feels that the steamed buns should not be thrown away.This is an opportunity for critical audiences to complain.

He nodded quickly and adjusted the small earphones in his ears.With a serious expression on his face, he walked up to Jing Cun and talked about the steamed buns.

"It's just a steamed bun, it's not that important." Jing Cun said disapprovingly.A group of people beside him were wiping the sweat off his forehead, and even the place where he was holding the steamed bun was washed several times with Nongfu Spring at his request.

If it was normal, He Tu would definitely feel that Jing Cun's acting skills can be regarded as first-class in this circle.His tens of millions of fans probably don't think it's a big deal either.But today is different...

"Shoot again, and bring back that steamed bun." The first five words were addressed to Jing Cun, and the last sentence was addressed to the assistant director.

When the assistant director handed Jing Cun the steamed bun that had been rolled several times on the ground.He didn't move in disgust, but raised his eyes and looked at He Tu, "Director He, it's fine not to throw away the steamed buns. But you can change the steamed buns."

"No." He Tu said firmly.

Jing Cun still didn't answer, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and said lightly, "Why?"

"It's not sold."

"how is this possible."

Looking at the tough-tempered He Tu in front of him, Jing Cun knew that he would not change his decision.It just so happens that I am also such a person.

It is said that changing the script halfway through acting is a normal thing in the film and television industry.But Jing Cun has basically mastered the script of the entire movie since he became the actor.No director has ever said his wrong.

"Interesting, haven't you sold it yet?" Jing Cun continued to sit in his seat, and He Tu was in a tense atmosphere.He waved his hand, and the assistants beside him immediately lowered their bodies to listen to Jing Cun's words.Nodding, several people walked towards the parking lot.

He Tu smiled at the confident Jing Cun. He didn't sit down, but stood aside and looked at the time on his phone.He can guarantee that those people will come back within half an hour.as expected……

Twenty minutes later, the assistant who took the lead ran to Jing Cun's side panting heavily.After stabilizing his breathing, he spoke, "Brother Jing, I didn't buy the steamed buns." Several assistants came back one after another and said the same thing to Jing Cun.

"What?" Jing Cun said in a slightly startled voice. He looked at Hetu beside him, turned his face to the assistant's ear, and said, "There are none around, you can go to the city to buy it."

"Here, here you are." The assistant didn't answer the question just now, but just took out a newspaper, which was the headline of the day.

Mantou steamed stuffed buns sell well, and unknown well-intentioned people send them to orphanages, refugee camps, beggars on the street...

Closing his eyes, Jing Cun exhaled a small breath, he got up and patted his clothes and looked at He Tu.Unlike the arrogant one just now, he said politely, "Director He, can't we change the props? Like bread or something?"

"If you can accept the bread rolling several times on the ground. I think the screenwriter of this script can also replace the steamed buns with bread."

He Tu had a smile on his lips, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.Why did you choose such a stupid thing to act in the first place? Such a good script was completely ruined.

Scratching his hair, after Jing Cun became famous, his obsession with cleanliness also began to increase day by day.All the diseases of the rich have emerged.Looking at He Tu, he was silent for a moment before taking the steamed buns that had cooled down.

He Tu watched his movements with disgust in his eyes.Patting Jing Cun's shoulder, he increased the dose and said, "This steamed bun is for eating."