I just want to hold a hand [entertainment circle]

Zheng Yang was afraid that Tang Ci would get angry, but Tang Ci just paused and said, "No."

Lin Hang was a little disappointed, looked at Tang Ci and said, "Why don't you borrow money from me, I'm very rich, let me tell you, my bank card password is 9..."

Tang Ci stepped forward to cover Lin Hang's mouth in time, and did not let him finish the string of numbers, threatening with a low voice: "Shut up."

He even turned his head to look at Zheng Yang, wondering if this idiot would report his bank card password every time he was drunk.

Zheng Yang shook his head with a frightened expression, I don't know, I really don't know, he also had this symptom on the first day.

Tang Ci turned around and saw Lin Hang's face was so peaceful and obedient that he let go of his hand.

"I see," Lin Hang murmured with a serious face as soon as he was let go, "There is still Zheng Yang in the room, so don't let him know my bank card password. Zheng Yang, you go out, you are not worthy of it." Know the secret."

After saying this, Lin Hang immediately suppressed his voice and thought he was whispering, but actually said to Tang Ci in a quiet voice: "Don't worry, all my money is yours, and I will not spend it on others."

Tang Ci's fingers were stiff, and his face was a bit complicated, but at least he didn't cover Lin Hang's mouth anymore.

Zheng Yang's face was ashamed by the side, Lin Hang was drunk, and even died with his love for him.

Zheng Yang: "Forget it, you go ahead, I'll go downstairs to get drunk late at night by myself."

Before Tang Ci could speak, Zheng Yang had already trotted out of the room: "Don't worry, I'll bring you sober medicine when I get drunk."

Once the door was opened and closed, the only person who could take care of Lin Hang was Tang Ci.

Tang Ci sighed, said two words of human love silently, and said: "Do you want to drink water?"

Lin Hang, with long hands and long legs, curled up on the bed aggrievedly, and immediately turned his head when he heard Tang Ci's voice: "No hot water or cold water, but warm water at 55 degrees."

Tang Ci: "..."

One world, one line.

Tang Ci went to the toilet to fetch water to boil, and Lin Hang hummed and urged a few times: "Zheng Yang, hurry up, don't dawdle."

Why did he become Zheng Yang again?

Quite changeable.

After boiling the water, Tang Ci mixed a glass of water, thinking of Lin Hang's request, he asked again: "Where is the thermometer?"

"In the first drawer." Lin Hang moved his hanging leg uncomfortably, and hummed, "Zheng Yang, your voice sounds like Tang Ci."

"You seem to be learning, just say a few more words, and I'll give you a raise."

Tang Ci: "..."

Tang Ci thought that if anyone urged Lin Hang to drink again in the future, he might fight with that person.

Tang Ci finished mixing the water patiently, and put the water on the coffee table in front of the sofa with a little love for the drunk: "Water."

Lin Hang took the water and took a few sips slowly. After drinking, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at 'Zheng Yang'. When staring at people, the dark blue eyes seemed to be embedded in the bones through the flesh, with an undisguised aggression sex.

"Zheng Yang, you look much better than usual now."

Lin Hang was a little confused, and after he frowned and thought for a while, he came up with his own answer: "Did you sneak to Korea to open the corners of your eyes?"

Tang Ci's eyebrows twitched, and he reluctantly said patiently: "I am Tang Ci, and I didn't open the corner of my eyes."

"No," Lin Hang shook his head resolutely, "Tang Ci wouldn't come into my room casually, being so frivolous."

"Be honest, Zheng Yang, do you want to borrow money from me?"

What's all this mess?

Fortunately, this kind of torture didn't last long. Zheng Yang returned soon after buying the sober medicine, and Tang Ci successfully retired.

Before Tang Ci went out, he was looking at Zheng Yang, and after looking at it with a serious face for a while, he concluded: "Zheng Yang, you didn't go to Korea to open your eyes, I blamed you by mistake."

"You're still ugly."

Zheng Yang: "?"

Zheng Yang: "Brother, you can't curse when you're drunk."

"..." Tang Ci silently closed the door.

The next morning was the rivalry between Tang Ci and Qian Lin. Both of them changed their clothes early, and looked at each other through the camera equipment and the people coming and going on the shooting site.

Compared with Tang Ci, Qian Lin's recent state is a bit too bad. In the past few days, his filming state has declined rapidly, and the fatigue on his face can't even be covered by thick makeup.

Both of them knew what was going on, so Tang Ci quickly turned his gaze back indifferently. In Qian Lin's eyes, this action seemed to ignore him as always.

But Qian Lin didn't have the energy to find fault with Tang Ci at the moment.

Anyone who has carefully arranged a good show that ends up floating lightly will not feel too good. Qian Lin lost money, energy, and contacts, and Tang Ci's joint live broadcast for a few hours turned into a loss so easily. For profit, it is too psychologically unbalanced.

Qian Lin prides himself on his acting skills, but he knows that he is not the kind of person with talent at all. After so many years of struggling in the industry, he can barely touch the threshold of the second-tier. It is possible that there will be no scenes to shoot, so he is especially afraid of young people. , I am even more afraid of young people who are talented, aura and ambitious.

Tang Ci scares him.

Standing in the open space of the studio, Qian Lin suddenly felt that his eyes were going black, and his gaze fell on Tang Ci on the other side of the venue involuntarily.

A young man with a tall and straight figure, with ink-black hair and molded facial features, young, good-looking, with a bright future.

For a moment, resentment and unwillingness gushed out of my heart, I could almost bite my teeth and bleed, and the lights played by the lighting artist on the set made my head hurt.

"Mr. Qian, it's almost time, we can go to Wia." The field manager came over to remind.

"Oh, good." Qian Lin came back to his senses.

Tang Ci has already paid for the wire, and the person next to him is helping him check the wire equipment.

Today is going to be a big show, the scene is very large, there are hundreds of extras alone, Lin Hang does not allow any actors to use doubles, and strives for the most perfect picture and performance effect.

After Qian Lin made good use of Wia, everyone was ready, and the entire set was in full swing. All departments had already made sufficient preparations for today's big show.

But Qian Lin made a mistake in the first shot.

He directly said the most important line of the opponent's play wrong.

From this scene to the next half an hour, Qian Lin kept making mistakes, and people even suspected that he hadn't prepared for this scene at all, which caused everyone to repeat it all over again, and the whole set was immersed in the low In the air pressure, everyone was waiting for Lin Hang to go crazy.

It was at this time that the accident happened suddenly.

At that time, Tang Ci and Qian Lin were hoisted from the horse by Wia at the same time, and they had a fierce face-to-face fight. When Tang Ci's knife swung over, Qian Lin should have caught it with the knife in his hand, but he Subconsciously, he directly used the wire equipment on his body to block it. Under the momentum, the wire broke, and the whole person fell directly under the horse.

The whole set was suddenly in chaos.

When Tang Ci went to the ground, Qian Lin had already been carried to a temporary stretcher on the set, lying on his back, one leg should have been broken, and he was slightly outside, while the assistant was yelling beside him.

The hospital is not far from the set, and the ambulance should arrive in a while.

Standing on the outside, Lin Hang was tall and easily recognizable. He was holding a mobile phone and making a call at the moment, with a gloomy expression on his face.

He put his hair back on today, his sharp facial features are fully revealed, his aura is fully exposed, and he is very aggressive.

I also want to know that the actor had an accident on the set. Leaving aside other reasons, the crew must bear a large part of the responsibility. As the chief director of the crew, there must be something messy outside right now. Find him all the time.

Qian Lin was quickly sent to a nearby hospital. The media surrounded the hospital on three floors downstairs, creating a miasma of smoke.

In the evening, a few members of the film crew organized a group to visit Qian Lin in the hospital. Even though it was a visit, most of them came here to walk around without leaving a word for the outside world, and left before their ass was hot.

Tang Ci has been sitting on the sofa in the corner, not speaking or moving, until everyone has left before slowly getting up, putting the fruit basket in his hand on the table next to the hospital bed.

Qian Lin had a plaster cast on his leg, and his eyes first fell on the fruit basket beside the bed, and then he glanced at Tang Ci mockingly: "What are you doing here? Seeing me laughing?"

"Not really," Tang Ci pulled a chair and sat down comfortably, "The main reason is that you might feel uncomfortable if I don't come with you."

For a moment, Qian Lin thought he heard it wrong: "Why am I uncomfortable?"

He was stunned for two seconds before regaining his sarcasm, and sneered: "Have you always wondered why I hate you so much?"

"Is it hard to guess?" Tang Ci was confused, "I am young, good-looking, and better at acting than you. Isn't it normal for you to hate me?"

"..." Qian Lin froze, trembling with anger and didn't know how to continue the words, thinking how could there be such a brazen person in the world.

He paused for a few seconds before regaining his place, and when he saw Tang Ci's calm look, he was annoyed: "If it wasn't for the live broadcast, you are still hanging on the square wheel now? Don't pretend, you Don't you feel angry?!"

"Thank you, it's quite expensive." Tang Ci smiled lightly and said politely, "It's expensive."

Qian Lin: "..."

Qian Lin was probably really mad with anger. He slowly started to spit out some dirty words, but he stopped when he reached the second word. He widened a little.

Tang Ci turned his head and found that the door was pushed open at some point. Lin Hang stood outside with one hand in his pocket, the broken hair on his forehead was blown by the wind outside the corridor, covering his lazy eyes.

I don't know if it was Tang Ci's illusion, but his dark blue eyes cast a neutral glance at Qian Lin who was on the bed, with a hint of warning hostility.

Qian Lin suddenly trembled, not knowing how much Lin Hang heard outside.

Lin Hang entered the door with a face as usual, he came empty-handed, he didn't look like a person who came to visit a patient at all.

Lin Hang's posture didn't look like he was coming to see a doctor. Instead, he looked like he was looking for trouble. As soon as he walked to the bed, Qian Lin trembled even more.

Seeing that Lin Hang had something to say to Qian Lin, Tang Ci didn't stay still, and quickly got up and left the ward.

After he got out of the ward, he went to the bathroom on this floor to wash his hands. When he came out after washing his hands, he could slowly see a figure on the bench in the corridor in front of him. He also seemed to be sitting higher than others. As the distance got closer, the voice gradually became clearer. Pass it slowly from the front.

It was Lin Hang, who was on the phone with someone.

The voice over there seemed a bit earnest, and it should be the producer: "Xiao Lin, I know you are a young talent and have your own ideas, but sometimes don't be too brainy. ..."

"Don't worry, you keep playing Tai Chi with me." Lin Hang's tone was very light, and there was no room for change. "In short, Qian Lin doesn't need to join the group anymore."

"I don't want him anymore? What about the unfinished scenes? Don't bother me. Although Qian Lin's leg won't heal for a while, he will use a stand-in for the next scenes. He will go back to the set to make up some close-ups." , What a simple matter."

"There are at least three more big plays in the future, and the audience can tell whether it's useless or not..."

The producer also inevitably got angry at this moment, and the words lost the importance: "It's none of my business whether the audience can see it or not?! This film must be scheduled for the summer vacation. Now you don't need a double, so why do you still want to use the male? Once the actors are changed, repeat it again?! Lin Hang, you are not young, don’t always be so naive!!”

"You don't need to change the male lead, there is another way," Lin Hang said lightly, "Change the script, change Qian Lin's big scenes, and move them to other characters."

"You—are you going to change your position? Can Qian Lin agree?"

Lin Hang's long legs rested on the ground, his voice sounded casual, and he snorted disdainfully from his nasal cavity: "So what if you don't agree?"

The producer paused: "No... You must at least give me a reason to make such a big move, right?"

"His acting sucks, I don't like it," Lin Hang said lazily, "There is another reason."

"He hurts my eyes, and I get annoyed when I see him."

These words really seemed like the young master who had always been willful and reckless could say it, but there was no sound for a while.

"...No, I was thinking that Qian Lin didn't look like he dared to run in front of you to make trouble. Did he offend you so much?" The producer wondered sincerely, "Is he poking your lung tube or robbing you?" Is your wife already?"

Lin Hang snorted slowly from his nose, quite disdainfully: "--he dares?"

The author has something to say: dare not dare.