I just want to hold a hand [entertainment circle]

After Lin Hang said this, Lin Zheng still sat with his usual face, and said slowly: "Then you are talking about Tang Ci, what is worth my consideration?"

"His background is strong," Lin Hang said confidently, "He is my senior brother, and you are my father. Isn't this background strong enough?"

"..." If it wasn't for someone else sitting in the room, Tang Ci would have covered Lin Hang's mouth and told him to shut up.

Lin Zheng became interested when he heard the words, and said, "Have you learned acting from Mr. Ping?"

"Well, I have been studying for two years." Tang Ci said.

"I've seen a few films you've acted in before," Lin Zheng said bluntly, "You have a good aura, but your performance can only score sixty points in my opinion. If you want to act in my play, you have to at least Reached ninety points. Once you enter the film crew, you will lose your skin, I hope you know this."

"Mo Shan should have told you that my film is a low-budget film, and literary films can't sell well. The release is still unknown, have you really considered it?"

Lin Zheng's words were not intended to make Tang Ci retreat. He has always been a man of his own, and he explained everything clearly before the actors were cast.

"That's just right," Tang Ci smiled, "I happened to be rushing to shed my skin."

Lin Zheng glanced at him in surprise when he heard the words, and then asked a few questions about the script, probably because Tang Ci answered well, Lin Zheng's face became a little looser, and he let go:

"Join the group after two weeks, and leave anytime if I can't act."

Tang Ci nodded, his attitude was still very sincere: "I will, and I will trouble Director Lin in the next few months."

It was close to five o'clock in the afternoon when they came out of the octagonal building. Lin Zheng and Mo Shan still had something to do, so they sat for a while and left.

Lin Hang and Tang Ci went downstairs one after the other. Lin Hang took care of Tang Ci's foot injury, so he walked one seat behind Tang Ci's right after making a mistake.

"Shall I take you back?" Lin Hang said.

Tang Ci nodded, without refusal: "It's troublesome."

Tang Ci's own small apartment is about half an hour away from the Octagonal Building. It is not a road with developed traffic, but it is quiet and cheap. A short walk outside the community is a small commercial area, which can supply all kinds of daily needs. get on.

Tang Ci asked Lin Hang to drive the car to the entrance of a large supermarket near the community and stop, and instructed him to park the car in the parking space.

In the supermarket on weekdays, there are not too many people at this point. Lin Hang pushed a small trolley, and walked forward while calmly helping Tang Ci to fend off the people around him.

"What do you want to eat?" Tang Ci asked.

"Fish, meat." Lin Hang blurted out subconsciously, and felt something was wrong after he finished speaking, and subconsciously glanced sideways at Tang Ci.

Tang Ci wore a mask on his face, and judging from his eyes, his expression should be very calm at the moment: "Fish is a bit troublesome, but it's not impossible to cook it. Can you eat lamb?"

"Eat." Lin Hang was stunned.

"You can buy some and go back to make pea soup," Tang Ci picked out some peas with a bag, "and then make braised pork and we'll be all set."

Lin Hang moved his throat very slowly: "...you cook for me?"

"Didn't you promise to invite you to dinner just now?" Tang Ci glanced at him unexpectedly, "Do you have an appointment tonight?"

Yes and no.

Lin Hang felt a little flustered at the moment, and said in a daze, "Would it be too hard to cook so many dishes, or make it easier."

"What are you thinking?" Tang Ci glanced at him sideways, and said ruthlessly, "I am only in charge of cooking, and you are the one who washes the fish and chops vegetables, and you still want to eat for free?"

Lin Hang: "..."

Tang Ci's apartment is on the seventh floor, a small apartment with two bedrooms and one living room. There is a small balcony connected to the west side. Tang Ci raises some flowers and plants and takes good care of it.

Tang Ci threw a pair of slippers on the ground: "Sit whatever you want, I'll put the fish into the pool first."

Lin Hang entered the room a little stiffly, and a blurry figure was soon printed on the half-sliding door of the kitchen. Lin Hang glanced at it, and couldn't help but look at the room several times.

When he was sitting for 5 minutes, Tang Ci called him into the kitchen.

Because of his foot injury, Tang Ci leaned against the door behind him, entrusting his weight to the other foot.

Commander Tang Ci: "Will you wash the fish, put it on the cutting board, and remove the scales and internal organs?"

Lin Hang stood there in a daze, and stretched out his hand to touch the pool, but was frightened by the slippery fish tail, and almost performed a rebound in place, Tang Ci was beside Seeing him so startled, his blood pressure almost went up.

"You put both hands in it, how can you grab it with one hand?"

After that, Lin Hang and the fish in the pool started a fierce romantic game of chasing me and fleeing. The water splashed so much that the kitchen seemed to be flooded, and Tang Ci couldn't stand it anymore: "You should wash the vegetables."

When Tang Ci scraped off the scales of the fish, Lin Hang was washing a few cabbages, holding a small basket in his hand, washing one piece and putting it away.

"Peel some garlic." Tang Ci said.

"Oh," Lin Hang responded, and according to Tang Ci's words, he took a piece of garlic to the wall, hugged and peeled the whole garlic without separating it.

"..." Tang Ci said, "Have you never been in the kitchen before?"

Lin Hang turned his head and looked at Tang Ci in a little confusion, and said honestly: "No, it's the first time I entered a few days ago."

The time when he and Mu Jing almost blew up the kitchen?

Tang Ci finally understands, this is really a young master who does not touch the sun with his ten fingers. After knowing this, Tang Ci also lowered his requirements, as long as Lin Hang can clean the dishes, the rest is not forced .

"Can peppers be cut?" Tang Ci asked.

"meeting."

Tang Ci nodded, and asked Lin Hang to cut a few millet peppers, and to see how well the mutton was stewed in the pot: "Do you want your mutton to be softer or springier?"

"Playing it," Lin Hang's voice was a bit muffled, "The smell of chili makes my eyes hurt."

Tang Cigai's hand paused, and blurted out: "Don't use your hands..."

late.

Just as Lin Hang rubbed the area around his eyes with his hands, he suddenly felt that the whole eye was burning like a flower, and a tear leaked out of the eyeball because of the irritation, and it looked terribly miserable.

Tang Ci sighed: "You'd better go back and wash the vegetables, I don't need you here for the time being."

The meal was finally finished with stumbles, and when it came to the table, there were four dishes and one soup, and it was still very beautiful on the same table.

When Lin Hang was eating, his eyes couldn't help but fall on Tang Ci, and he was embarrassed to ask "Am I the only one who eats your cooking", so he had to change the meaning in a roundabout way.

"Brother."

"Ok?"

Lin Hang licked his lips, and said bluntly: "Then what, does Mo Shan come to eat with you often?"

"Why did he come to my place?" Tang Ci gave him a strange look, "I don't know Teacher Mo well."

"Oh, that's it." Lin Hang tried to suppress the happy expression on his face, and pretended to say, "Does Lin Fei come here often?"

"Come here often," Tang Ci picked up a fish with his chopsticks, "Who will wash the dishes if he doesn't come?"

"..." Lin Hang seemed to be keenly aware of the fact that he would appear here at this moment.

The next meal Lin Hang ate sullenly, probably because he was hit.

After this day, it took about ten days for Tang Ci's foot injury to basically heal. The medicinal wine that Lin Hang brought was quite effective, and after rubbing it in the morning and evening for the first few days, the pain basically disappeared.

After recovering from the foot injury, I participated in the recording of the second phase of [Xun Wei Ji]. Tang Ci arrived in the morning, and this time the recording location was changed to Nandu, an ancient capital with thousands of years of history.

When I went there, the rooms were all allocated, and the personnel distribution was still the same as last time. Tang Ci came the latest, and another bed had already been made when I entered the door.

Lin Hang probably arrived last night, so he should already be downstairs by now.

After Tang Ci packed his luggage and went downstairs, he heard Su Lei calling him from a distance.

"Tang Ci!!"

When Tang Ci was in City A before, Su Lei touched him once to see him. Su Lei felt very guilty for him because of this foot injury. If Tang Ci hadn't stopped Tang Ci from bringing over half a room full of supplements.

Tang Ci responded to everyone's concern with a smile: "It's okay, the foot injury has already healed."

After leaving enough time for everyone to greet each other, Shen Chuan turned to Mai: "Welcome a few teachers to come to Nandu, which has always been known for its profound historical heritage. I hope everyone can have fun in the next few days. For the next few days For the itinerary, we have prepared special costumes for several teachers."

As soon as the words were finished, the court lady pushed rows of clothes onto the stage. As the distance got closer, it was Yang Liqing who was the first to notice something was wrong. He stepped forward and plucked the rows of clothes: "Why are they all skirts?"

"You may not know that our visit to Nandu this time happens to be an annual cultural festival, because many new cultures have emerged in recent years. This year's theme is gender swap and do as the Romans do. I think all teachers can understand."

"No," Kang Sheng looked like his three views were about to collapse, and reasoned with the program crew, "I'm already a five-year-old, you want me to wear a skirt?"

Yang Liqing seemed to be very adaptable: "Old Kang, you have an old mentality. It would be good to participate in more activities for young people. You can see that this floral dress is very suitable for you."

"……roll."

"I don't wear them." Lin Hang said with a cold face.

Shen Chuan had missed this ancestor, and he felt a little guilty at the moment. He has been with Lin Hang for so long, and he knows this ancestor's temper very well.

Mu Jing stood closest to Lin Hang, and saw the movement clearly. He covered the microphone with his hands, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "You don't want to read Tang Cichuan?"

"..." Lin Hang's heart skipped a beat, but his movements were still moving.

"After passing this village, there will be no such shop," Mujing lightly reminded, "Are you sure you don't want to?"

"..."

Lin Hang raised his eyes, and Tang Ci also looked sideways because of the movement, his eyelids were half drooped, and he looked peaceful.

He has fair skin and a tall figure. Because he has learned to dance, his legs are more beautiful than many girls. If he wears a skirt, the fabric should create a beautiful arc on his waist. The lower skirt swings between the legs.

Lin Hang couldn't hold back his thoughts that jumped out crazily because of Mu Jing's words, his throat tightened subconsciously, and his ears burned a little.

"That..." Shen Chuan persuaded, "Lin Hang..."

"Okay," Lin Hang withdrew his gaze from Tang Ci, and said with red ears, "I have no objection."

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