Divorce, I'm a fake double [Entertainment]

Yuan Jie was at a loss: "Teacher Xiaolu... what joke?"

Fu Jingmo took back the mobile phone from the assistant, and finally picked up the overlord's dignity that seemed to be shattered on the ground.

The phoenix eyes looked at the young man not far away who was smiling slightly and his shoulders were trembling slightly, his eyes stayed on the abrupt black line beside his eyebrows for a moment, and he smiled softly with his lips drawn together.

"What joke? Could Teacher Xiaolu be talking about himself?"

Lu Wanghe was stunned, smiled slightly and turned his face slightly, only to see a black line drawn by eyebrow pencil on his temple, crooked, like an earthworm wriggling on his forehead.

Coupled with his red lips and white teeth makeup, it is indeed nondescript, like a joke.

The young man couldn't help laughing, and while asking Yuan Jie to draw his eyebrows again, he hurriedly changed the subject, not wanting to laugh with Fu Jingmo again.

"Why did Mr. Fu suddenly come to the dressing room?"

Fu Jingmo looked around at the crude layout of the dressing room, and said slowly: "I have to ask my assistant..."

"Hey Mr. Fu, I didn't know you were at the corner of the corridor. This is the dressing room. I didn't think you were here..."

"Are all actors wearing makeup here?"

"Yes, Mr. Fu. Most of the filming locations are not far from here. Except for the temporary dressing room when going out on location, actors come here to put on makeup at other times."

"This is the bottom of the wooden house, the terrain is too low, and the costumes and some cosmetics are easy to get wet. You can go and talk to Director Xu later to see if there are other rooms available."

"Yes."

The assistant responded, pressed the doorknob and was about to go out when Director Xu came in sideways wearing a pony clip.

Seeing that Fu Jingmo was also there, he couldn't help being a little surprised and said: "Hey, it's quite lively here——Boss Fu also knew about Xiaolu's popularity on Douyin, so did you come to him?"

Having already turned over twice on Douyin and secretly vowed that he would never make the same mistake again, Mr. Ba stood there expressionlessly, which was his tacit consent.

After finishing his makeup, Lu Wanghe glanced at his bright and handsome face in the mirror with satisfaction.

"Director Xu, the thing about the video on Douyin is actually—"

"Actually, you didn't expect it, did you? Well, there are so many stars in the entertainment industry, and not everyone has the ability and luck to be popular."

"The opportunity has come, just don't let your own strength live up to this luck."

"That video is also getting a lot of discussion on Weibo now. I discussed it with a few assistant directors, and I plan to take a makeup photo for you today, and tomorrow the official announcement of your starring in "Gu Guan" is announced. What do you think? "

After lunch at noon, the sun was shining outside, and the direct light was not suitable for outdoor shooting, so the film crew moved indoors to take promotional photos of Lu Wanghe's makeup.

Several directors discussed it, some said to use the makeup when they were singing on stage, and some said to use the makeup after washing off the lead.

They insisted on their own words, and they fought so much that even Director Xu shook his head helplessly and made fun of them.

"Our crew is still short of fresh meat. Seeing that Xiaolu came to take makeup photos, all the girls in the crew came to see it. When a few rough men came to shoot a few days ago, no one came to see it!"

In the end, it was Lu Wanghe who read the script again and suggested to Director Xu: "The character Ping'er has many times leaned on the railing in the attic to look into the distance. How would you like to use this pose and this outfit for a makeup photo?"

Leaning on a fence and looking into the distance, it is both sad and sad, but also longing for freedom.

There is not only the sentimentality of an actor, but also the pride of a man yearning to serve his country with gold and iron horses.

Director Xu's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he made a decision immediately: "Just this costume and make-up! The photography team is going to the corridor of the attic on the third floor!"

Perhaps the third floor of the attic has not been visited by the crew for a long time. There is a thick layer of dust from the wooden floor to the railings, and it makes a "creak" sound when walking. It must be very suitable if you come to shoot ghost movies at night.

Lu Wanghe was dressed in plain clothes like snow, his black hair was simply tied up in a bun, and only a layer of light makeup was applied. If it wasn't for the hair crown and headgear that actors need to use when they go on stage and sing in their hands, they would be like a The handsome and picturesque sick and weak son.

Several people from the photography team and the director stepped up, and a cloud of dust rose on the floor.

Director Xu dusted off the dust and coughed from the choking: "Ahem... Boss Fu was right this morning. The place is too dusty and the wooden boards are very old. We need to find a construction contractor to come over and renovate."

"After today's shooting, the contact person will come to renovate... This gray one is really choking."

It's past noon, the sun is slowly setting to the west, and the natural sky light is softer, making the clear blue sky extraordinarily clear.

Lu Wanghe stood by the railing according to Director Xu's arrangement. Immediately, a staff member wiped the ashes on the railing several times with a wet towel. The boy's knuckles were slender and white. The crown hangs down on the side of the body, and the black hair flutters with the breeze, revealing a piece of white and moist skin behind the ear.

"Shooting on Xiaolu is really worry-free. I haven't said anything yet, he knows what to do." Director Xu praised, "The angle is found well, the light just outlines the contours and corners of the cheeks."

"There is no need to manually light it up, it's just natural."

"Where's the blower? Get a smaller blower to blow up his hem and sleeves."

The thin clothes on the young man's body are raised slightly backwards, and his gaze is extremely far away, as if through the boundless mountains, it has fallen to a thousand years ago, reflected in the long river of history, which has never been recorded in Danqing books, among the vast sentient beings on one person.

"Mr. Fu, Manager Xu said that Dongjiang Group has just submitted the plan for the construction of Dongjiang Plaza. Please go back and host the company meeting. Do you want to postpone the meeting or—"

Fu Jingmo walked around a long corridor, looked away from the soft-boned profile of the young man standing by the railing, and replied lightly: "Book the earliest flight ticket and go back to S city."

"Yes."

The assistant noticed that Mr. Fu's mood seemed a little different from the past, and suddenly remembered something, and slapped his head.

"Mr. Fu, the person sent to investigate Lu Songyu in the morning sent back a message. His subordinates were so busy that they forgot to tell you."

Fu Jingmo's deep eyes froze suddenly, and his voice was slightly hoarse with eagerness: "How is it?"

"Actor Lu does not have any lost brothers and cousins...Mr. Lu looks similar to him, and his surname is also Lu. Perhaps it is really just a coincidence."

"Coincidence?" Fu Jingmo whispered these two characters.

There was a trace of disappointment in his expression, but there was more of a slight hope as if he saw a little hope again.

No, it won't be a coincidence.

It may be a coincidence that they look alike, but many small movements and habits are very similar. If they are not blood relatives, how can they explain it?

Could it be some kind of soul reincarnated?Soul possession?

Lu Wanghe stood in front of the railing, just finished filming an action, and wanted to turn around and go back to see the shooting effect in the camera, when he suddenly saw a handsome young man in the corridor opposite downstairs looking up at him.

Lu Wanghe was in a daze, and as soon as he took a step, he didn't notice that the wooden boards under his feet were loose and rotten. With his step, several pieces suddenly broke, and even the base with the fixed railings came loose.

The "click" sound of the plank breaking immediately caused several staff members to exclaim.

"careful!"

Lu Wanghe staggered, and subconsciously reached out to grab something to stabilize his body, but the staff stood very far away from him for the sake of shooting effect, and no one came to catch him for a while.

The boy's waist slammed into the loose railing, and immediately his feet were empty, like a bird with broken wings, falling straight towards the stone ground more than ten meters away along with several broken planks...