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

Zong Ji remembered what Zhang San told him to sleep as much as possible during the day, he lay on the bed for two hours after lunch, went out at 10 o'clock, and arrived at the meeting point [-] minutes earlier.

He told Liu Wang that he was going to a night show tonight, and he wasn't sure when he would be back.

"Then you should bring an extra coat. The temperature may cool down at night, so don't catch a cold." Liu Wang has experience in night shows, "Take the mosquito repellent toilet water, too."

There is also a box of ice mints, which is a refreshing artifact when you are sleepy.

Zong Ji packed a bag in bits and pieces, and Zong Ji looked at the others, and also prepared things, but not as many as him.With Liu Wang's posture, he almost stuffed himself in the bag and let Zong Ji take it with him.

He just came to shoot a night scene, not to travel far.

So after Liu Wang went out, Zong Ji took some that he didn't think was necessary and hid them under the bed, so that Liu Wang wouldn't be sad when he saw them, so he took them all with him.

The aftereffects of turning too many somersaults yesterday have not passed, and Zong Ji's shoulders are not very strong.

"Is the shoulder okay?" Zhang San's eyes fell on Zong Ji's shoulder.

"It's okay." Zong Ji gritted his teeth and made two movements around his shoulders, "It's okay to do as many somersaults as you want."

The young man is not very good at hiding, Zong Ji has a medicine smell on his body, not heavy, but it can be smelled.Zhang San wondered if he could discuss with the crew later, so as to reduce the number of Zong Ji's auditions.

The filming of yesterday's scene turned out very well, and the crew was worried that Zong Ji's condition would ruin the filming, so Zhang Sanyi said that the crew agreed.

"Let him try it twice first, and if there is no problem, let him go down and wait for the filming to start."

"Hey, good." Zhang Sandai Zongji thanked Wang Shuo, and couldn't help admonishing people when he saw people: "If you work hard, you must also pay attention to your health, the days will be long in the future."

"I see, thank you Brother Zhang."

Zong Ji stepped onto the stage with a painted face, Wu Junqing glanced over him, bowed his head and said a few words to the assistant, the assistant turned his head to look at Zong Ji in surprise, and then left quickly.

Even though his shoulders were sore, Zong Ji's movements were not affected in any way, his body was as light as a feather, even better than yesterday's performance.

"Brother Junqing asked me to give you the plaster, which is specially prepared by the National Medical Center, and you can't buy it if you have money outside." The assistant called Zong Ji, and handed him two boxes of plasters, "Take it, Brother Junqing There are still some in the car, you are the best thank you if you behave well and don't hold him back."

The little assistant exerted force on his hands, but Zong Ji couldn't allow him to refuse.

"Thank you, Teacher Wu." Zong Ji didn't deliberately go to Wu Junqing's side, and thanked him through the crowd. The other party also looked at this side and nodded lightly.

Zong Ji received the plaster and was not in a hurry to apply it. He would sweat after filming, so it would be a waste to put it on now.

Last night's show was a torture, and he still couldn't help feeling sleepy after sleeping all the time during the day. Zong Ji put mint sorbet candy in his mouth, took a sip of cold water, and immediately felt refreshed.

The film and television city is also full of noise late at night, and they are not the only crews filming night scenes, and they are illuminated by various headlights like daytime.

Zhang San slept in the corner and snored continuously, no matter how loud the movement around him was, he didn't wake him up.There are three cans of Red Bull next to the director's monitor, two of which are already empty.

Zong Ji recorded everything on the set with his eyes, and when he encountered help, he would go up to help, but he didn't do heavy work, and he had to keep his arm for later when he was on stage for filming.

The three-day filming ended smoothly with the smell of plaster on Zong Ji's shoulders. The next two scenes were night scenes. The dark circles on Zhang San's face were so heavy that he could go to the zoo to pretend to be a national treasure without makeup, and the status of the others was also more or less A little sluggish.

Only Zong Ji, this kid is so energetic that he can walk and jump!

"It's better to be young." Zhang San sighed, thinking that he didn't even feel tired after staying up all night for three nights.

"Brother Zhang will always be eighteen!" Zong Ji was still in the mood to joke with Zhang San, after three days of getting along, he was not as cautious as he was at the beginning, and gradually revealed his youthful nature.

A group of people walked in the film and television city in the twilight of the morning light, the sky was slightly red, the sun had not yet risen, and the cool breeze was blowing.

It is a morning worth rewarding yourself with a cup of soy milk.

Zong Ji slowed down his pace, Zhang San yawned profusely: "You can play as much as you want, but I can't do it anymore. I will find you when there is a suitable play in the future."

"Brother Zhang, you have to hurry up. I'm sure I won't play tricks all the time. You have to be ready to find someone to replace me."

The young man was against the light, and the morning glow coated his body with a layer of soft golden brilliance, and his vigorous appearance was like the rising sun behind him.

The film and television city will not lack a trick for him, there is no need to look for him, and countless people will rush forward to take his place.

Zhang San didn't have the energy to echo his rhetoric, so he waved his hand and left with a smile.

There is a 24-hour convenience store in the film and television city. The latest early-bird package is only [-] yuan for a cup of soy milk and classic meat buns.

Qi Chongyan had just finished filming the night scene, and he exuded low air pressure all over his body. Xiao Zhao followed three steps away from him, his face full of bitterness.

"Tell him, Qi Chongyan's crew, no one else has the right to dictate!"

"Withdrawal? Am I afraid that he will withdraw?"

Qi Chongyan let out a cold snort from his nose: "Tell the screenwriter to meet me at the hotel at ten o'clock."

Oh, Xiao Zhao silently lit a row of candles for Jiang Yinghou, making her make trouble, and even dared to ask the financial master to put pressure on Director Qi, it's all right now, not only did not add to the play, the original part of the play will also be lost .

"Go and buy me a cup of coffee." Passing by the convenience store, Qi Chongyan stopped, and just as he finished speaking, he saw a delicious child inside the transparent glass wall with a mouthful of soy milk and a mouthful of meat buns, "Forget it, I'll go in and buy it myself, you go back first hotel."

Xiao Zhao turned halfway around, wondering why he suddenly changed his mind.No one can guess Qi Chongyan's heart.

As he was leaving, Xiao Zhao saw Director Qi Da, who said he wanted to buy coffee, went to the dining area with soy milk and meat buns that did not match his temperament.

There were obviously empty seats everywhere, so he insisted on sitting across from others.

Zong Ji's food was delicious, and when the clerk asked Qi Chongyan what he needed, he pointed in Zong Ji's direction in a mysterious way: "What does he eat, give me the same."

Staring at the payment record on WeChat Pay, Qi Chongyan was silent for a moment, five yuan.

"What play did you take today?"

A figure fell on the opposite side, Zong Ji raised his head, it was him again?

"I'm already off the stage." Zong Ji gnawed half of the steamed stuffed bun, "What about you?"

"Me too." Qi Chongyan inserted the straw into the soy milk and lowered his head.

"do not--"

Qi Chongyan tilted his head in embarrassment, and Zong Ji could barely say the last word: "Hot."

"Hurry up and spit it out." Zong Ji grabbed the napkin that came with buying soy milk and handed it to Qi Chongyan, obviously when buying hot drinks, the clerk would remind him to be careful of hot drinks.

The burnt part of Qi Chongyan's tongue was already numb, Zong Ji got up and asked the clerk for ice to suck him in: "Are you okay?"

He frowned, with tension and concern in his eyes, and slightly opened his mouth to inhale, as if he was the one being scalded.

"It's okay." Qi Chongyan put the soy milk away, obviously under psychological shadow, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Zong Ji took off the lid of the soy milk to dissipate heat, "Recently, you have been careful not to eat too hot or too spicy food. By the way, can your lines be matched later?"

Qi Chongyan, who has always been on the radio, said of course not.

"Ah." Zong Ji's eyes turned worried, "Then what are you going to do with your filming these days?"

Qi Chongyan has never seen someone who can express their eyes so richly, as if they can talk, and he couldn't move his eyes for a moment.

"I don't need to speak lines." Qi Chongyan explained that the child seemed to regard him as an actor.Although he is a famous director, he is still behind the scenes. In addition, he rarely participates in any activities, so it is normal for children not to know him.

But Qi Chongyan didn't directly say who he was, hoping that the child would find out by himself, and the look in his eyes would definitely be even more exciting by then.

Needless to say the lines, it is a stand-in, no wonder.

"You will get better and better!" According to the other party's conditions, once there is a suitable opportunity, he can definitely transform from a stand-in to a real actor.

"I'd like to borrow your good words." Qi Chongyan's speech became slurred, his tongue hurt, and he couldn't stay any longer.

Zong Ji finished his last mouthful of steamed buns and drank the soy milk to the bottom: "I'm going back to catch up on sleep, so you should go back quickly. You'd better go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine, and try to get well sooner."

Qi Chongyan hummed, watched Zong Ji walk out of the convenience store, and took a deep breath.

Hiss, it hurts!

Zong Ji rested at home for a day, and when the pain in his shoulders subsided, he continued to go to and from the film and television city with his bag on his back. With Liu Wang, Sun Gui and Zhang San around, he didn't have to worry about not being able to get work.

"Zong Ji, are you free now?"

Sun Gui's voice on the phone was a little anxious, as if there was something serious about it.

"Yes, what's the matter, Brother Sun?"

"Where are you now?" Knowing that Zong Ji was in the film and television city, Sun Gui immediately gave an address, "Great, you come to No. 203, West District right now, I'll wait for you at the gate, hurry up!"

Before Zong Ji took off his make-up, Sun Gui was in a hurry, he ran out with his hair full of glue, and appeared in front of Sun Gui in less than 10 minutes.

"Brother Sun..." Zong Ji panted, his forehead was covered with sweat.

Sun Gui jumped down the steps and grabbed him, took out a wet towel: "Wipe your sweat."

Zong Ji didn't stop talking when he was wiping his sweat. He poured beans into the bamboo tube and talked a lot. It turned out that there was a semi-public audition. The director asked someone to deliver the message to Sun Gui.No, he immediately called someone over.

"But I haven't tried the mirror." Zong Ji was visibly nervous, "I don't know what to do."

"Hey, who hasn't had a first time, don't worry, you'll know when you go in."

Sun Gui led Zong Ji to walk like flying. He saw that there were a lot of people coming, so he had to go in quickly to get the number in front.

"What about your resume, do you have a resume?" Zong Ji certainly didn't have such a thing as an actor's profile card, so it's better to get a resume than empty-handed.

Naturally, Zong Ji didn't have a resume, so Sun Gui asked someone to borrow a pen and paper, and Zong Ji lay down on the table and started writing on the spot.

The behavior of the two caused a lot of ridicule, and I have never seen someone write a resume on the spot after an audition.The others looked at it for a while and then looked away, no longer seeing Zong Ji as a competitor.