I, the emperor, aspired to the top of the entertainment industry

Xie Mingzhou only sang two verses, and Ye Rong already had the answer, so he asked him to go backstage and change his clothes.

Xie Mingzhou took off his costume and came out after taking off his makeup, his face was handsome and bright: "How about Ye Daoyi?"

Ye Rong looked at him with deep meaning in his eyes: "Xie Mingzhou, are you really ready to play the role of an actor?"

Xie Mingzhou's attitude is very straightforward: "Yes."

Ye Rong pursed his lips, his dim eyes lit up bit by bit, stretched out his hand, and said loudly: "Okay, I will draw up a new contract for you, happy cooperation."

The officer might be able to find another one.But apart from Xie Mingzhou, they couldn't find another actor with outstanding temperament.

Xie Mingzhou hooked his lips, and shook back calmly: "It's a happy cooperation."

This play will be his first film, and it will also be his memory of his mother and his confession to his generation of opera beauties.

"I haven't found a candidate for the role of the warlord commander. The crew will shoot your solo scene first." Director Ye said confidently, "It will start tomorrow night."

On the evening of the second day, the filming of "Old Dreams in Liyuan" officially started.

The string music in the backstage has been prepared, and the stage has been carefully cleaned to be spotless. The background of the stage has been hung with an ink painting that Director Ye borrowed from an antique dealer.

After receiving Fu's generous investment, the crew of "Old Dreams in the Liyuan" invited the top costume team in the circle, and even craftsmen with backgrounds in opera costumes.The props in the play are even more authentic antiques.

The "Moon Appreciation Pavilion" hanging on the stage is one of the famous Ming Dynasty paintings by antique dealers. It was created by Wang Kaizhi, a freehand brushwork painter as famous as Zong Ce.

The entire crew is preparing for the shooting of the first act, and Xie Mingzhou is changing his appearance and business in the background.

The role of the military governor has sent invitations to many actors, but none of them received a reply, so Ye Rong had to go to negotiate with several actors in person, and the assistant director Han Yuding mainly checked the shots.

Dao Ye said, it really doesn’t work, they can modify the warlord’s script appropriately, if Xie Mingzhou can take the lead.

The crew came and went, when the assistant rushed to the side of the assistant director and said in a low voice, "Assistant director, there are... people from the management are here."

The assistant director was taken aback, Director Ye was not there, how could someone from the management visit the set at such an early night.

Thinking about it, there was a low cry from the door of the crew.

"Fu...Hello, Mr. Fu."

"Why is Mr. Fu here?"

A tall and indifferent figure walked in straight in, with a straight suit, cuffs tightly buttoned, deep eyebrows, and dark eyes with a strong sense of oppression.

Behind the man was the equally serious Secretary Li.

The staff all shivered in fright and greeted respectfully.

Cold sweat broke out on the assistant director's back. Now the crew is very difficult. If he offends the boss's father again, the show may be a pornographic one.

"Boss Fu, why are you here in person?" the assistant director walked forward nervously and asked with a smile.

Fu Chen was serious, and said lightly: "Just after the meeting, come over to see the situation of the crew."

"It's just right, Mr. Fu, we are shooting the first scene. You can come here to have a look." The assistant director took Fu Chengu to the theater garden and explained, "Xie Mingzhou will be filming the singing scene on stage later, Xie Mingzhou He is the actor of our current famous actress, and his appearance is very popular with Ye Dao."

Fu Chengu's eyes paused slightly, and he raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"Mr. Fu, you'll know it when you look at it. The crew has a very good impression of Mr. Xie." The assistant director pulled the chair under the stand, "Mr. Fu, please sit down."

Fu Chengu did not comment, took off his suit jacket and handed it to Secretary Li to sit down. The white shirt and black vest were very well-trimmed, lining the shoulders with broad shoulders and long legs. It makes people want to find out.

He coldly glanced at the audience, his gaze carried the majesty of a long-time superior, making people feel extremely oppressed without saying a word.

The assistant director didn't dare to look directly, only dared to take a sneak peek. Seeing Fu Chengu's extremely handsome face, he accidentally looked down at the script.

Old swan, isn't this the ready-made warlord boss, but he was quickly killed by his reason.

The actors in the back stared at Fu Chengu who was sitting in the middle of the stage, and immediately discussed carefully.

"Boss Fu has the aura of a warlord boss! He's so handsome, woohoo, if I can come to act, oh my god, I dare not think about it!"

"You're thinking about it. Mr. Fu is such an aloof character, with so many things to do every day, how could he come to act in a drama? He doesn't have that much leisure." "Crack!"

The lights under the stage went out, and all the members fell silent immediately.In the darkness, Fu Chengu held the teacup in his hand, sipped the tea with his thin lips, and looked towards the stage with great interest.

The soundtrack of "The Peony Pavilion" gradually started, and a slender figure loomed in the camera, with elegant steps, holding a folding fan, and a red dress full of romance and elegance.

At the back is the famous moon appreciation pavilion handed down from ancient times. In front of the painting is a famous actress in red, just like the person in the painting, with slightly raised red eyes, with endless charm and majesty, not at all vulgar.

Few people on the set had the opportunity to really listen to the opera, until the clear singing sounded, everyone was fascinated, as if they were drawn into the era of prosperous opera thousands of years ago and sought after by thousands of people.

"Oh my god, this appearance is so beautiful! Born to be noble, thank you, sir, for your eternal god!"

"I'm dead! It turns out this is what it feels like to be listening to an opera live! It's so shocking! How did Xie Mingzhou be so handsome and beautiful!"

"It's so nice to hear, woohoo, this is what the ancestors left behind!"

The folding fan is lightly covered, the eyebrows are affectionate, and the meaning of yearning for spring in "The Peony Pavilion" is vividly interpreted.

It is elegant and majestic, without being coquettish at all.

The man sitting upright under the stage was immersed in the night, the rising tea smoke outlined a stern profile line, his thin lips were lightly pursed, and his pair of extremely black and deep eyes firmly locked onto the person on the stage.

"Where do you want to be in the dream, and the spring is dark..." The thin lips are lightly opened, and the words of the startling dream in "The Peony Pavilion" are eloquent, containing the love of nostalgia for spring.

Fu Chengu's gaze deepened, as if he saw a familiar figure, with a noble bone and soul, standing in front of him for a long time, expressing his strong love to him.

The eyes of the two collided suddenly, as if time had stopped.

Fu Chengu's eyes were calm, and he stroked the teacup lightly with his thumb, as if stroking a beautiful woman's bone. The violent heartbeat echoed in his ears like a long bell.

Then through the bracelet to Xie Mingzhou's wrist, Xie Mingzhou suddenly felt that his wrist bones were scalded.

The photographers and directors in the distance were even more shocked.

The photographer was stunned for a moment, forgot to switch to a close-up shot, and inadvertently took pictures of both ends of the hall.

In the distant view, the background is blurred, and only two bright lights can be seen. People under the stage lazily raised their heads, and people on stage bowed their heads with a chuckle. The moment that flashed by very quickly was frozen by the camera.

The assistant director opened his mouth, suffocated by the beauty of this shot.

In the script of "Old Dreams in the Liyuan", the governor and the actor meet for the first time. The lazy eyes of the two people suddenly collide in the crowd of guests.

——Almost exactly the same as the two in the shot just now.

The assistant director suppressed the beating heart and waited until the song was over before shouting "Cut".

It wasn't until the play was over that Xie Mingzhou's eyes fell on Fu Chengu in the stands. After a while, he smiled slightly, closed his fans gracefully, turned around and left the stage slowly.

Fu Chen didn't move, he rubbed the teacup with his thumb, looking a bit unsatisfied.

"Mr. Fu." The assistant director walked to Fu Chengu's side. Of course he dared not say the fact that Mr. Fu was photographed in the camera, but the shot was so erratic and beautiful that he wanted to talk about it.

"What do you think of the filming of this scene?" the assistant director asked anxiously.

Fu Chengu withdrew his gaze lightly, and raised his lower lip lightly, which was extremely rare: "Not bad."

Hearing Mr. Fu's affirmation, the anxiety in the assistant director's heart immediately disappeared, and he said with a smile: "Mr. Fu, don't worry, our follow-up shooting will also maintain this level."

"How about the other character?" Fu Chengu asked nonchalantly.

The script described the lingering love between the two during the Republic of China period.

"Oh military governor, Director Ye is still negotiating with several actors." The deputy director brought it up again, "Because he is playing the lover with Xie Mingzhou, the selection requirements are also very high, and no one has been settled yet."

Fu Chen was silent for a while.The assistant director has always heard that Mr. Fu's work is harsh, and his subordinates are even more demanding, so he broke into a cold sweat, thinking that something was not done well.

"Where is the dressing room?" Fu Chengu asked an irrelevant question.

"Go to the end of the back court, the innermost room." The assistant director couldn't figure out Fu Chengu's intention for a while, so he could only reply respectfully.

Fu Chengu nodded slightly, and walked towards Xie Mingzhou's dressing room.

"Junior brother, your performance just now was too beautiful."

In the dressing room, Zhang Yi sat beside the dressing table, smiling as she watched Xie Mingzhou finish removing her makeup.

After all, he is an artist in his own studio, so he has to take care of him on the set.

What's more, Xie Mingzhou is handsome and has a free and easy temper, which makes her feel good.

"Senior Sister, thank you." Xie Mingzhou sat on the dressing table and laughed, his voice was hoarse after singing, and he threw the tissue paper stained with sesame oil into the trash can. The costume was heavy, and he sweated after wearing it for less than an hour. Sitting in an air-conditioned room is much more refreshing.

Zhang Yi looked up and down at the handsome face in front of her after removing the makeup, and then remembered the way Xie Mingzhou and Xie Mingzhou smiled at her with lowered eyes that day, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Junior brother, are your feet okay?" Zhang Yi asked worriedly, when she got off the stage, she saw that Xie Mingzhou's steps were a little slow.

"Just ask the props team to change the shoe size next time." Xie Mingzhou lazily said, taking off the red theater boots.

"Do you need help applying some ointment?"

Zhang Yi just wanted to go forward, but the door was pushed open from the outside.Seeing a man with a cold expression standing at the door, perhaps Fu Chengu's eyes were too cold, Zhang Yi shuddered in disbelief: "Fu, Mr. Fu?"

She has been in Mingwen Media for such a long time, and she rarely has the opportunity to meet this high-ranking and low-key president, who knows that she met here.

Fu Chen didn't care much about sweeping past her, and fell towards the lazy man behind her.

Xie Mingzhou supported his head with one hand, and said with a smile: "Senior sister, you should go back first, Mr. Fu and I have something to talk about."

Zhang Yi wandered between the two in doubt, then nodded and walked out of the room.

The door was closed with a "click", and only Xie Mingzhou and Fu Chengu were left in the room.

Xie Mingzhou leaned against the dressing table, took off his heavy costume, only covered with a loose dark red single gown, looked at him with a smile, half of his body was hidden in the light, with a sense of romance.

"Boss Fu, I haven't seen you for a few days." Xie Mingzhou said, these days Fu's entry into the entertainment industry, Fu Chen is so busy with meetings, and he is also focused on rooting for the new crew, the two of them have no time to meet.

Unexpectedly, Fu Chengu frowned, walked straight in front of him, and squatted down.

Before Xie Mingzhou could react, the delicate and pale soles of his feet were held in the palm of a big rough hand.

A hot scalding spread densely from under the legs, Xie Mingzhou lowered his eyes, and there was a hole where the shoe was worn just now, and it was slightly swollen.

He supported the dressing table with his hands and was about to retract his legs, but that big palm was tightly clenched like a soldering iron, with an indisputable meaning.

Xie Mingzhou raised his eyebrows.

Fu Chengu took out a band-aid from the side glove box, and stuck it on the reddened tear.The back of the foot arched suddenly because of the pain, like a full and beautiful string.

Xie Mingzhou looked at him, his eyes flickered, and sighed, "Boss Fu is really beautiful and kind."

The ankles that have not been exposed to the sun all year round are thin and clear white, and they will leave red marks if they are slightly squeezed. Fu Chengu's eyes paused.

His scorching gaze moved up, the slender and straight calf, the round and firm curvature of the calf like a crescent moon, and then the smooth and tender long legs were submerged in the dark red gown, looming, and inviting to pry.

Further up, there are two slightly concave waist dimples.

Fu Chen was breathing slightly heavily.

"Why haven't you seen me for a few days and haven't talked to me?" Seeing that Fu Chen was silent, Xie Mingzhou asked.

Fu Chengu's eyes were still cold, flashing in his mind was the sight of Zhang Yi and Xie Mingzhou smiling just after entering the door, and he stood up expressionlessly.

But Xie Mingzhou gently hooked the tie with his long fingers, pulling him to bend slightly.

"Fu Chengu." Xie Mingzhou called out, as if he had read his mind, the corners of his lips slightly raised, "You know, I'm not interested in women."

Fu Chengu's complicated thoughts were washed away by one sentence.

But Zhang Yi alone is not enough, he can't imagine that Xie Mingzhou will play lover with another person in the future.

He looked down at the affectionate face in front of him, grabbed the dishonest hand on the tie, his eyes were cold, and his voice was terribly deep, with a sense of danger: "How many people have you done to this action?" Pass?"

"I only did it to you." Xie Mingzhou looked back at him with a smile, half serious and half teasing, "Do you believe it?"

Fu Chengu slightly narrowed his indifferent eyes.

"But Mr. Fu, there is a dress here that suits you very well." Xie Mingzhou smiled, his peach eyes were curved and attractive, "I want to see you wear it."