Inner entertainment first vase

The urban village on the set is more remote than Ke Yu’s. The dust is flying high, and the sour smell of trash cans is pervasive. Everyone is complaining, but Ke Yu is indifferent.

The Bentley stopped at the entrance of the alley, and the originally shiny hood was covered with a layer of dust.After a while, a pair of spotless Oxford leather shoes stepped onto the alleyway. Behind the camera in the distance, the director Tang Zhuo stared at the monitor, frowning and couldn't hold back his irritability.

This is the seventh NG in this scene.

Ke Yu was wearing a T-shirt whose neckline had been washed out of shape. The navy blue color had turned white. He pulled away from the scene, and his eyes that were bright just now quickly fell silent: "I'm sorry, Director Tang."

"Hey, what's the matter Director Tang, I heard you click all the way, the show is not going well?"

The production director, who was mixed up in the rivers and lakes, reacted faster than Tang Zhuo: "Mr. Tang! Look at this, what day and what wind is it today, why did it bring you here?"

The coordinator whispered to the field manager: "It's Mr. Tang from Chenye."

"Why is he here?"

Ke Yu froze, but it was not obvious to others, and he greeted him with a calm expression: "Mr. Tang is good."

Tang Zhuo left the monitor and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Tang, long time no see."

He and Yu Ye only met once when Ke Yu signed the contract.This Yuye is Chenye's major shareholder, well-connected and famous in the entertainment industry, and he is still handsome at the age of nearly forty.Tang Zhuo has been in the industry for many years, and he has seen some scenes, but it is rare for a big boss to appear on the signing site of an ordinary project.

Now it seems that he will not only watch Ke Yu sign the contract in person, but also watch him film in person.

Ke Yu is the first brother of Chen Ye, traffic and word of mouth are directly related to the company's income - Tang Zhuo found a reasonable reason for Tang Ye's appearance, and relaxed his posture: "Where is it, Mr. Ke is very stable."

It was only after he finished speaking that he realized that this was always a compliment, but when it was put on Ke Yu, it seemed like a fucking curse.

Tang Ye smiled slightly, and cast a glance at Ke Yu, "What are you acting for?"

Ke Yu didn't want to listen, so he said hello to Tang Zhuo, turned around and left, Sheng Guoer held a hot towel and wiped his hands on his neck, then bowed his head to Tang Ye and nodded timidly: "Mr. Tang is good."

Yuno habitually turned the ring on his index finger: "Take care of Kojima."

Production director Lao Du gave Tang Zhuo and Tang Ye a piece of Yellow Crane Tower. Tang Ye took a sip and took it from his mouth: "Xiao Dao also smoked this on the set?"

Old Du was at a loss—he always treated everyone equally!How dare he neglect a position like Ke Yu?He nodded and said, "Naturally! Mr. Ke is also a heavy smoker, but luckily he doesn't sing."

Don't speak lines yet, just fucking dub.

Tang Ye took a deep breath, and pressed the remaining cigarette against the wall: "He doesn't smoke Yellow Crane Tower, it's too strong, change him to Yunyan."

Lao Du was dumbfounded for a moment, patted his head exaggeratedly and said, "Hey, look at my memory!"

The assistant director moved a chair to ask him to sit down and rest, Tang Ye waved his hand, "I don't have time, just stop by and have a look." He then took Tang Zhuo's shoulder: "Director Tang, can I have a chance to talk?"

What can the boss of the brokerage company have to whisper?Tang Zhuo knew it well, and he heard Tang Ye say: "Xiao Dao is slow to enter the show, please take care of him. He is willing to work hard, otherwise Teacher Shen and Li Shan would not recommend it to you, are you right?"

Tang Zhuo sighed, hesitant to speak.He knew that Ke Yu had put in a lot of effort to pick up the style, and the movements of the characters had been designed. That kind of precision even surprised Tang Zhuo occasionally, but how to put it... "It's not particularly bad, but how to say... it's Mr. Ke who lacks it." stock god."

It's like an empty shell of step-by-step actions, you can't make mistakes, but it's strange, without any moving core.

Tang Ye was not surprised, and smiled: "I understand, please tell me more about the drama."

He is a person who can talk and laugh with Li Shan. Tang Zhuo has always been aloof, but he also drifted away in this kind of pleading. He took a puff of cigarette and nodded: "That's natural, that's natural."

Concerned about Ke Yu's dedication to keeping the script in his hands every day, as well as the script that is full of patches and annotations and is almost torn apart, he is also willing to be more patient with Ke Yu.

His micro-expression of fear and complacency flashed across, and he did not escape Tang Ye's sight.

The driver and assistant, Azhou, stood by the side. Seeing the boss came back, he obediently opened the car door.Tang Ye didn't say much, just waved his hand lightly, Bentley slid across the alley silently, turned into another alley after ten meters, Tang Ye said: "Go and watch."

"Ok."

·

Sheng Guoer scalded the hot towel three times until the skin on the back of her neck became red, and she only woke up when she heard Ke Yu hiss.After opening the neckline, there was not only a deep red mark where the shoulder was pressed by the burden, but the skin had even been worn out.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ke, I'll get you ice cubes."

"No need." Ke Yu turned his shoulders: "Is Mr. Tang gone?"

Sheng Guoer took a look from the window, and happened to be able to see where the film crew was. Behind the monitor, only Tang Zhuo and the photography teacher were communicating, "Let's go."

Ke Yu gave a faint "hmm", "Give me the medicine."

Sheng Guoer turned around abruptly: "Brother..."

Citalopram Hydrobromide Tablets.

Slightly addictive.

"It's not time to take the medicine yet..." Sheng Guoer subconsciously tightened the towel, and the hot water dripped into the cracks of the floor tiles.

Ke Yu opened his eyes, and ordered without emotion: "Go and get me two band-aids." Then he went straight to the sofa and took out the medicine from Sheng Guoer's rucksack.Too lazy to pour water, he closed his eyes and raised his neck, swallowing hard.

Lao Du just knocked on the door at this time and invited Ke Yu personally: "Mr. Ke? How are you resting? Shall we start?"

Ke Yu stepped out steadily.

In the glare of the afternoon light, Old Du talked a lot: "You said you don't smoke Yellow Crane Tower, why didn't you tell me earlier? I'll prepare Yunyan for you, don't you think so? This, this, hey——"

"I smoke the Yellow Crane Tower, and I'm tired of Yunyan." Ke Yu said lightly, walking towards the set under Lao Du's bewildered eyes.

This is Feizai's first day here, the sunlight after noon is very good, and the angle is high and vertical, illuminating the shadows of those cramped streets.He had just arrived, with a pole on his shoulders, a white paint bucket on one end, and a red plastic bucket on the other. Inside were bedding, clothes, shoes, and local specialties from his hometown.

Big cities and even urban villages are in a hurry. Fei Zai stops everyone he meets and asks, do you know Uncle Mei from Shanwei?He is my cousin.What, do you know where?Where can I find him?

Polite, warm, innocent.There is light in the eyes.

With a hot stupidity.

This is the only bright scene besides Lijiang.This scene is the beginning, but the shooting sequence is at the end, because Tang Zhuo wants to make a montage, he thinks that after all the performances, he will perform the first scene, and there should be more layers.But Ning City was cloudy for days in November, and the crew checked the historical weather. The sunny day of this day was an opportunity, so he could only advance the scene.

During the sixth NG, Tang Zhuo dropped the guide tube, and an angry voice approached from behind the monitor along his footsteps: "Fei Zi is full of hope at this time—he is a newcomer, and there is a cousin from the same village who seeks refuge. You can earn [-] yuan a month by delivering food and express delivery in the city, what is the light in your eyes?"

He grabbed Ke Yu's shoulder suddenly, dug his thumb into the wound, and dropped the load in response, Ke Yu didn't even frown, just said sorry.

"I'm sorry—what's the use of being sorry? Ke Yu, don't think I have a bad temper. No matter how familiar the lines are, no matter how smooth the action design is, it's useless if you don't have that emotion! It's no use!"

The assistant director hurriedly came out to smooth things over: "Old Tang, old Tang, hey, what are you doing in such a hurry? Mr. Ke, so... How should I put it, it's like being taken to an amusement park by your father for the first time when you were a child. Or you passed the exam. A test paper with a score of [-], you are running all the way to report the score to your parents, what kind of mood is that? You——can you understand?" The assistant director's gesture almost twisted, "Yes, I can't wait, it's great ——Yes, there is a very good thing waiting for you in front of you!"

After the seventh NG, the assistant director gave up in despair and shut up—he was a complete failure in talking about chicken and duck.

Ke Yu squatted down, and with the help of the prop master, he took up the burden again.

The idlers left the set, Ke Yu closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. "Like Dad wants to take you to an amusement park on weekends", "Like you flew across the alley with a test paper with a score of 100"... There seemed to be mud churning in the depths of the lifeless consciousness, and a little black wave gushed out.

He opened his eyes: "Ready."

The record of the scene raised the board: "The 13th game, 5 shots and 8 times——"

Tang Zhuo squeezed the guide tube tightly: "—action!"

The flow of people shuttles, and the sound of loose footsteps on the concrete floor is the unique rhythm of the urban village in Ningshi City in the afternoon.Fei Zai carried the burden, grabbed someone and asked, "How are you?"

The waist is slightly bowed and the body is leaning forward, which is a humble and flattering demeanor. Tang Zhuo was very satisfied with his design the first time.

"Do you know Uncle Mei from Shanwei? I'm his cousin." He spoke with a Chaoshan accent, which was blunt and a bit earthy.

Fei Zai asked three times and was rejected three times. The burden was too heavy and he slipped down. He shook his shoulders and carried it on his shoulders again.Blood soaked into the T-shirt, but luckily it was blue, Tang Zhuo thought it was sweat.After three times, someone finally came to pat him on the shoulder: "Are you Uncle Mei's nephew? He's at the garbage station in front."

Ke Yu raised his head, said "thank you" in succession, and smiled to please the fear.Sweat dripped into his eyes, and he narrowed his eyes reflexively—Tang Zhuo said in a deep voice, "Don't stop, keep—keep it."

Ke Yu didn't hear the clicking sound, and Ke Yu raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and looked in the direction pointed by the passer-by with his reddish eyes.

Just this one look——

Tang Zhuo held his breath: "Get ready—Tweet the close-up of the No. [-] mirror—OK!"

It's a deadpan metaphor.Feizi's end is a garbage dump that others point to—this is the doomed ending from the beginning.

Tang Zhuo dropped the microphone in relief: "Damn—" he was so happy that he couldn't help cursing, "Come on, Xiao Dao!"

Okay, fuck it—— Tang Zhuo finally understood at this moment, as long as Ke Yu is in place, Ke Yu can show ten times and a hundred times the sense of story in the camera!Kuriyama really didn't love him for nothing!

The camera zoomed into the close-up, and Ke Yu saw that he was putting on silly hopes, so he curled his lips lightly: "Thank you, director."

Tang Zhuo has always been right about things and wrong about people, so he slapped Ke Yu on the shoulder: "Thank you!"

Sheng Guo'er swallowed her exclamation into her throat, and tightly clenched the Band-Aid in her hand.

·

As Azhou passed by, I heard two co-stars squatting in a corner, smoking and chatting: "It's just such an ordinary scene, played back and forth eight times, and the director has to confess, hey, I said this is pretty fucked, isn't it?" Are you sour, buddy?"

"What's the matter, you don't have this face, face," the slap on the face was taunting, "do you understand face?"

"I heard that Boss Chenye came to see him in person?"

"Hi."

"Hey, tell me, was this Keyu sold to Li Shan, or was it sold to Yuno?"

The two looked at each other, and threw down the cigarette butt: "Fuck, don't sell both of them!"

A burst of laughter flew down the narrow alley.

Ah Zhou walked past without squinting.There was a knock on the Bentley window, and the black window was lowered by a line.

"Boss, it's over."

Tang Ye didn't raise his eyelids, and said "um" in a neutral tone, "Did you call it a day?"

"Not yet, there will be a passionate scene tonight."

Tang Ye was silent for a moment, then turned his finger on the ring: "Please come here."

A Zhou was his confidant, he took the order to go there, but he was very respectful to Ke Yu: "Mr. Ke, Mr. Tang, please go over and explain."

He didn't hear an echo, he raised his eyes, and his eyes were filled with blood.The blood clotted and formed a scab on the wheat-colored skin.In order to treat the wound, Ke Yu took off half of his sleeves. From Azhou's perspective, he could see his half-exposed waist and arms, which were completely smooth, firm and beautiful.

Sheng Guoer coughed and rubbed iodine on the wound, Ke Yu glanced back at him lightly: "Have you seen enough?"

Azhou lowered his eyes: "Mr. Tang came over in the sixth game, and waited for you for two hours."

Although he is respectful, he is still strong in doing things for Tang Ye.Sensing the vague confrontation in the air, Sheng Guoer was at a loss as to what to do with the iodine bottle and cotton swabs.Ke Yu slowly put on the T-shirt again, "OK."

Ah Zhou reminded him: "Should I change clothes?"

He was still wearing this costume, which was soaked in the smell of sweat, blood and dust, and it was so torn and white.

Ke Yu rubbed his wrist that was also injured: "Don't push yourself too far."

For a hundred meters along the way, neither of them spoke.Ah Zhou just led the way, judging Ke Yu's perfunctory and careless from the sound of footsteps.

In the depths of the alley, the Bentley stopped, and Tang Ye leaned on the hood to smoke. Seeing Azhou followed by Ke Yu, he brushed off the cigarette ash with a smile: "Come here?"

The white smoke filled the air, covering his already deep and unpredictable face.

Ah Zhou opened the back door: "Please, Mr. Ke."

Ke Yu didn't move, Yu Ye was not in a hurry, A Zhou was also very patient, the silent confrontation was fleeting, Ke Yu bowed into the car, and Yu Ye followed.The car lock fell off, and he was imprisoned in the car by Yu Ye.

The other party was tall and dressed in a suit, which was different from the enthusiasm he had just faced with Tang Zhuo just now, it was a complete aggression.

"I heard from An Yan that you have already hung up the house?"

Ke Yu didn't answer, Tang Ye took a puff of cigarette, lowered his eyebrows, and smiled: "Why, 800 million, 1000 million lower than the market price. You are in such a hurry, you must terminate the contract with me immediately?"

"House prices in Ning City are rising so well, and anyone with a discerning eye will not let go of bargain-hunting deals." He stared at Ke Yu, "Are you right, Xiao Dao?"

Ke Yu's heart moved, and he suppressed the indifference between his brows: "What do you mean?"

"Why, the agent hasn't called you yet? I want this house."

He was talking about the house, but his tone was playboy-like gentle, beyond the boundary of ambiguity and almost intimacy.I don't know, I thought he was going to have some lingering relationship with this house.

"I won't sell it." Ke Yu finally glanced at him, "I won't sell this house to you."

Tang Ye smiled inexplicably, expressing regret, "You terminated the contract with me, where are you going? An Yan's words are all my thoughts, you like acting so much, and want to do a good show, how can you do it without Chen Ye?"

"It doesn't matter."

Be a group performer, play a supporting role, start from scratch, go to a drama club, and slowly experience being the most humble drama actor.He has many paths, many trivial—but good paths.

Tang Ye's cigarette burned to the end, and the eyes that stared at him dimmed.He reached up and snuffed out the cigarette - on the back of the Bentley's plush leather driver's seat.There was a faint smell of burnt leather in the space, and the leather shrunk, creating a round hole like ashes.

"Well, I think it doesn't matter to you either, go to the crew, go to the small drama club, do you think it's okay?" Tang Ye's tone of speech was always gentle, "But Kojima—your qualifications, your illness, your There is no cure for birth defects, except that I let Li Shan hold you and brag about you and support you, do you think——who would want to ask you to make a movie?"