I really can't stand him crying [entertainment circle]

Zong Ji sat down alone in the corner of the studio, gently closed his eyes and took a deep breath, holding back the tears that were about to come.

You can, you can do it, you can't cry.

A huge sense of frustration shrouded Zong Ji's heart, why couldn't he get through it all the time!

Recalling the experience of the past two days, Zong Ji's nose was sore, he couldn't help sobbing, buried his head and hugged his knees.

Grandma, filming is so difficult.

The winter in northern Hebei is bitterly cold. At this time in Qingxi in previous years, there would be a big round pig in the pigsty at home, with green smoke billowing from the roof, and grandma sitting on a small bench in front of the stove to cook.

It was warm by the stove, and the bright red light made grandma's face shine.In addition to firewood, there will be two roasted sweet potatoes in the stove, which are for myself.

When grandma took out the sweet potatoes for him, Zong Ji would say, "Grandma, you must have been the most beautiful girl in the village when you were young."

Then grandma will smile and narrow her eyes: "Grandma is getting old!"

"Grandma is the most beautiful old lady in the village when she gets old."

So grandma laughed again, and Zong Ji laughed too.

What a happy time it was.

However, now that grandma is gone, although Mrs. Sun would also bake sweet potatoes for him, she didn’t know that her favorite food was the common local white sweet potato. Love to eat, Mrs. Sun will only bake him the kind that is sweet and glutinous.

But he didn't like it, and he was too embarrassed to say that he didn't like it.

Only grandma knows that he likes white sweet potatoes.

But no one baked it for him.

Tears seeped directly into the fabric on his knees, and Zong Ji wept silently.Someone wanted to go up to comfort him, but was dragged away by his companions.

"Leave him alone for a while."

A small figure curled up quietly in the cold wind. It was snowing, and the snowflakes flying in the sky fell on his back and hair.

Filming is so difficult!

Zong Ji buried his head in sobs, but he had to shoot.

The tears gradually stopped, Zong Ji sniffed, and wiped away the tears on his face with his sleeve.Part of the snowflakes on his body were melted by his body temperature, and some fell to the ground with his movements.

The wind is very cold, the knees are cold, and the face is about to split.

I don't know who put a pack of tissue paper and a thermos bottle filled with hot water around me, because the water has been cold for too long.

Zong Ji picked it up and drank it, the cold liquid flowed from his throat to his stomach.Zong Ji shuddered, and he also became sober.

He wants to go back and think about it.

Zong Ji found his own script and took half a day off with Director Fang.

Director Fang hadn't planned to arrange his scene today, and had already asked the coordinator to change the shooting plan, so he simply agreed.

"I believe you can do it." Director Fang patted Zong Ji's arm, curled up, only a small group of children stood taller than him by a head of hair, with red face and red eyes, Swollen like a walnut.

He urged Zong Ji to quickly remove his makeup, and then put on some face cream, being careful not to frostbite his face.

Zong Ji's skin is good, but he is not delicate at all. As long as there is no problem with the skin care products, he will not be allergic to them.

After applying the face cream in the dressing room, there was already a thin layer of snow on the ground.Wrapped in a calf-length black down jacket, Zong Ji cautiously left the set.

He didn't want to go back to the hotel right away, although it was cold outside, it was also more refreshing, and the heating in the hotel could easily make people drowsy.

Wrapped in a down jacket, Zong Ji chose a random path and walked forward. Now he won't worry about getting lost in the film and television city.

People passing by cast curious glances at his swollen eyeballs.

Zong Ji didn't even look at them, his mind was thinking about the NG scene many times.

"Night" is a drama of the Republic of China, which contains the two lines of spy war and love. It has both the family and the country and the love of children. It has all the elements that a commercial film must have.

After returning to China, Gao Sheng quickly devoted himself to the revolutionary cause. While completing the mission, he also met the woman who made his heart beat, Wan Wan, who was also an underground worker.

Wanwan's external identity is the top singer of Shangye Song and Dance Hall. She has a beautiful face, a graceful figure, and a graceful singing voice. While she has an attractive appearance, she also has a smart mind and proud courage.

No one will not be attracted by such an outstanding her, and so is Gao Sheng.

On that day, the commander of Beicheng held a welcome reception for his youngest son who had just returned to China. Gao Sheng was also invited, and Wanwan would attend as his female companion.

Of course, they are not just attending the reception. In fact, Wanwan will be introduced to the younger son by Gao Sheng at the reception, and try to gain the other's trust as much as possible.

Gao Sheng and Wanwan both knew the fastest way for a beautiful singer to gain a man's trust.

At this time, Gao Sheng already knew his true feelings for Wan Wan.

So in this scene, Gao Sheng must be painful and entangled, but he can't show it, because they can't fail, and there are countless comrades behind them waiting for their success.

Zong Ji was stuck in the scene of the reception for two days. He couldn't feel Gao Sheng's emotion, so naturally he couldn't express it.

Director Fang asked him if he had ever been in a relationship, Zong Ji shook his head.Asked if he liked anyone, Zong Ji nodded, he liked Grandma, Aunt Sun, Brother Wang, and everyone who treated him well.

But obviously, none of these likes are right.

He also tried to imagine Xu Xin as someone else when filming, but the result was that the feeling presented was very strange, and Director Fang called out.

After the snow drifted to the top of his head and melted, his head was wet. Zong Ji put on the hood of his down jacket, and after a while it turned white.

Like a moving snowman.

The number of people walking in the film and television city gradually decreased, and they all went to hide in the snow.

Zong Ji buried his head and continued walking. How would he experience Gao Sheng's emotions? He had finished reading the book on emotions that Director Xu gave, but there was no answer.

The snow bent the branches, and after reaching the limit, they fell to the ground with a crash, and the liberated branches kept swinging in the air.

Zong Ji walked more and more slowly, and finally stopped simply. He had no idea what to do.

The snow was too heavy, and the outdoor scene couldn't be filmed, so Qi Chongyan ended today's filming directly.

Hebei has not had such a heavy snowfall for many years. The last time it snowed so heavily was when he just graduated and made his first movie.He put on a thermos and planned to visit the place where the movie was filmed.

He didn't let Xiao Zhao follow him, and walked alone in the snow with an umbrella.He never wears a down jacket, it's too bulky, and the dark gray cashmere coat outlines his tall and straight figure. On the hand holding the umbrella, he wears a pair of black rabbit fur gloves, with a furry circle around his wrist.

The snow was pressing on the umbrella, Qi Chongyan tilted the umbrella backwards, and the snow on it slid off.

The one covered in a white snowman just appeared in front of Qi Chongyan's eyes.

He is whiter than last time, but Qi Chongyan will not admit his mistake this time, he is Zong Ji.

A shadow covered his head, Zong Ji raised his head in a daze, Qi Chongyan was frowning and sweeping the snow off his body.

"Why did you make yourself like this?"

Qi Chongyan's hands are very strong, and usually he can knock off all the snow in two or three strokes.But now he didn't dare to use any strength, and only gently swept the snow down with his palm.

meet again.

Zong Ji blinked, his eyelids were heavy, because the breath he exhaled condensed on his eyelashes, pulling his eyelids down.

"I can't act."

He opened his mouth, and it took a long time before he finally found his own voice, hoarse, aggrieved, and pitiful.

"What can't be acted out? Can't the play be acted out?"

Qi Chongyan finally wiped off the snow on his body. Looking down, he saw his hand hanging by his side, which was red. He took off his gloves and touched it, and it was as cold as ice.

He took off his gloves and put them on Zong Ji's hands.

A warm feeling spread from his fingers, Zong Ji wanted to cry again, he sniffled: "Thank you."

"Drink some hot water." Qi Chongyan shifted the umbrella to his left hand and unscrewed the thermos with difficulty.

There was the scent of wolfberry in the cup, Zong Ji raised his head and glanced at Qi Chongyan, he looks so young and in such good health, do you want to make up for it?

The water soaked with wolfberry is sweet and the temperature is just right - Qi Chongyan will not give himself another chance to be scalded.

Zong Ji drank a few sips, and his body became warm.

Only then did Qi Chongyan lead Zong Ji into the convenience store.

It turned out that he came here unknowingly, and the familiar aroma of food aroused Zong Ji's memory.

"Eat something." After Zong Ji sat down, Qi Chongyan went to buy some oden and specially asked the clerk to add more hot soup.

Zong Ji took off his gloves, held a paper cup containing Oden, and looked at the cashier: "I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes."

Qi Chongyan has never been so accommodating to anyone before, no, it should be said that he has never been accommodating to anyone.

Zong Ji wanted to eat roasted sweet potatoes, so he got up and bought them.

The sweet potatoes baked until the skin is cracked reveal the golden inside, and there is burnt brown juice on it, which is very sweet without eating.

When I bought roasted sweet potatoes, I got a spoon as a gift, but Zong Ji was useless, so he broke them open with his hands, and the heat steamed up.

Qi Chongyan watched him take a small mouthful of cooling air, and leaned in to take a bite.

It should be better now, Qi Chongyan breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he finished thinking about this idea, big teardrops fell out of the child's eyes, and there was still sweet potato meat in his mouth that he hadn't swallowed.

Qi Chongyan panicked instantly: "What's the matter, is it hot? Spit it out!"

Zong Ji didn't spit it out, just chewed it, swallowed it, and swallowed it.Crying and crying, he didn't delay eating at all, he bought everything, he couldn't waste it.

Qi Chongyan heard him talking while sobbing: "It's too sweet, woo woo woo."

Isn't it sweet?Isn’t baked sweet potatoes just about to be sweet?

Qi Chongyan was about to doubt his life.

"Hi!" Zong Ji cried and hiccupped, "I want to eat white sweet potatoes, hiccup!"

eat!Eat the big ones!

Qi Chongyan got up again and ran to the cashier: "Do you have white sweet potatoes?"

The clerk shook his head in confusion: "No, we only have sweet potatoes."

"They don't have white heart potatoes, and there are no white hearts in roasted sweet potatoes." Qi Chongyan sat back opposite Zong Ji, and wanted to say that I am white heart potatoes, why don't you take a bite of me.

"Yes!" Zong Ji nodded vigorously, "The sweet potatoes baked by my grandma are white hearts."