It turns out that I am a heartthrob who came out of the comics.

It is a mahogany jacket microphone, and the freesia-shaped carving is thinly pasted on the outside of the silver microphone, which is both simple and modern.

"Grandpa Xu please do it." Mo Tingbai said indifferently.

Si Nan stroked the smooth surface of the microphone with his fingers and admired it for a long time, then looked up at Mo Tingbai: "Thank you, I like it very much."

Mo Tingbai slightly raised his eyebrows, "Of course you will like it."

He glanced at He Shenjian again: "The crew gave you so much leave, you still have time to be a mentor."

He Shenjian smiled slightly: "After all, the male lead has few scenes."

Mo Ting Bai was about to speak, but Si Nan interrupted: "You guys talk first, I'm going back to set the track now."

"Yeah." He Shenjian smiled at him, "Go, don't make people wait too long. I'll give you the script tonight."

"Okay. Bye." Turning to Mo Tingbai again, "Bye bye, Mo Tingbai."

After Sinan left, the bathroom fell silent again.

The two looked at each other in silence, after a while, Mo Tingbai walked out sideways.

"Wait." He Shenjian suddenly stopped him.

"Did you come here specially to give this gift?"

Mo Tingbai turned his head and looked half sideways at He Shenjian, "Otherwise?"

He Shenjian bit his lower lip lightly, lowering his eyes slightly.

"It's okay, I just heard that you have a few scenes today, I thought you wouldn't come."

Mo Ting Bai Leng said coldly: "Yes." "Central shooting at night."

So for this trip, I have to work overtime at night until all night.

Seeing his eyes move slightly, He Shen quietly looked at his side face, "I have a question."

"I think you'd better not ask." Mo Tingbai said before He Shenjian could say anything.

He Shen saw his teeth grinding slightly left and right, and the flesh on the inside of his cheek hurt a little, "You know what I'm going to ask."

"I don't know." Mo Tingbai said, "But no matter what it is, it's best not to ask."

He turned his head and turned his back to He Shenjian: "You should know the answer."

After saying this, Mo Tingbai wrapped the doorknob of the bathroom with a piece of paper and left.

He Shenjian stood for a long time looking at himself in the mirror.

He knows the answer.

That's why I have to ask.

What if?

Mo Tingbai, who is used to passive acceptance, what if he doesn't know what he is doing?

But clearly, he knew.

So, does Simon know?

……

Si Nan returned to the rehearsal room where his name was written, Qi Feng and the five had already chatted together.

Before he came, he checked the information of everyone else, and when he knew that there was such a link, he quickly divided a few people in his mind.

Although the people he chose are good at different styles, they are all people who are very persistent in music without exception. There are good and bad things to cooperate with this kind of people.

The bad thing is as He Shenjian said, the things he believes will not be changed easily, and it is stubborn in terms of dealing with things.

But this is also the good part. His stubbornness shows that he has his own persistence in music, and he will do everything to make his works perfect.

This is what Si Nan values.

Therefore, when choosing songs, he also picked out a song that suits the style of several people.

"Hey, how is everyone's discussion going? I have a little idea and I don't know what you think?"

Si Nan walked into the crowd with a smile all over his face.

……

As I wished, I decided on the track and rehearsed it two or three times. It was already one o'clock in the morning. The lights in the building were brightly lit, but I didn't feel it was day or night. When I got out of the building, I saw that it was already dark outside.

The location of the building is not remote, but it is surrounded by an office building, which is completely dark at this time.

Sinan turned on his phone, wondering if he should call Lian Meng, knowing that the rehearsal would take a long time, he had already sent Lian Meng back.

He should have fallen asleep by now, he thought, or he would call Didi.

He was opening the taxi-hailing app and awkwardly choosing the driving destination. Qi Feng patted his shoulder from behind: "Why didn't you leave? Are you waiting for someone?"

"No." Sinan said honestly, "My manager has gone back, and I'm taking a taxi."

"Why take a taxi." Qi Feng said, "Take my car, I'll take you back, it's not far away. It's easy to give away the address by taking a taxi."

Sinan hesitated for a moment and then nodded: "Thank you, I will treat you to dinner later."

"Wait here, I'll pick up the car, and I'll be here right away." Qi Feng said that he was going to the garage, but a red Porsche stopped beside him.

The window of the car was rolled down, and Lin Zheng poked his head out from inside: "Brother Nan, get in the car, listen to always let me pick you up."

"Where's Mo Tingbai?" Sinan looked at the back seat of the car, but it was empty.

Lin Zheng said: "Listen to the director's filming today. I heard from the assistant director that the filming should last until five or six in the morning. Just now he asked me to order takeaway."

Qi Feng seemed to smell some gossip, and retreated backwards, looking at Sinan with interest: "Someone is here to pick you up, then..."

Si Nan remembered that there was another Qi Feng, so he said to him apologetically, "I'm sorry, Xiao Lin came to pick me up, so I won't bother you this time, but I will still treat you to dinner."

Qi Feng waved his hand: "It doesn't matter if you don't have enough food, you should go back quickly, it's so late, don't worry about it."

"Then be careful on the road." After saying goodbye to Qi Feng, Sinan got into the co-pilot of the Porsche.

Qi Feng looked at the shiny red sports car leaving, feeling in his heart: Monologue about this group is really interesting!

After getting in the car, Lin Zheng asked Sinan: "Do you want to open the roof? I heard that he told me to close all the windows for fear of catching a cold. Would you feel a little bored?"

In fact, what Mo Tingbai said was that Sinan's body was so weak that he might get sick if he blows a little wind, and then he would have to trouble this and that trouble, so simply don't give him the chance to get sick.

Lin Zheng naturally did not dare to convey these words truthfully.

"No need, it doesn't matter if you open the windows a little bit," Sinan said.

Lin Zheng opened a small slit two to three centimeters wide on one side of Sinan.

Si Nan could barely stick his fingers out along the seam, and the fingertips were blown by the evening wind in November, making them chilly.

He looked at the trees passing by on both sides of the road, and asked Lin Zheng, "Does Mo Tingbai often film until the wee hours of the morning?"

"It depends on the situation." Lin Zheng looked ahead, and Banzheng held the steering wheel and said, "Sometimes the night scene shooting doesn't go well and it has to be delayed until the early morning. , it’s too late for supper.”

"Is it a night show today?" Si Nan asked.

"No." Lin Zheng said, "This scene is an indoor scene. It doesn't matter if you shoot it during the day or at night, but the scene is only rented for three days. Today is the last day, and the filming must be finished today."

Si Nan let out an "oh" and looked away from the window.

Directly in front of him, above the center console was a fist-sized ornament, a small wooden figure with his hands in his pockets.

His carvings are beyond words.

……

After returning to the villa, Si Nan tiptoed to open the door, for fear of waking up the people sleeping on the first floor.

But as soon as he walked into the living room, he saw He Shenjian sitting on the sofa reading a book.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Sinan pressed his throat and pointed to the clock in the living room. It was almost two o'clock in the morning.

Sure enough, the biological clock of an actor will become strange.

He Shenjian walked over to Sinan with a book in his hand, "I can't sleep, read the script. You rehearsed very late today. Actually, it doesn't have to be so late. There are still several days left. It's not a problem for the people in your group. "

Si Nan: "It's not been too long since I rehearsed, I chatted with everyone for a while, and before I knew it, it's time."

The time to start recording is already late, but it is normal to schedule it to end at this time.

When Si Nan came back, there were still two groups singing with accompaniment.

"Is the people in your group getting along well?" He Shenjian asked him.

"It's pretty good." Sinan nodded, "Everyone is quite cooperative, and the repertoire was settled without much effort."

He Shen smiled: "That's good, especially Qi Feng, is this the second time you have met?"

Sinan said "hmm": "He and I get along quite well. Oh, by the way, he even told me about you."

"Oh?" He Shen became interested, "What are you talking about?"

"He said that you know me very well." Sinan looked into his eyes, "The sentence you said about me 'good things are in place for me one by one, but I never feel superior to others' is very accurate."

"I never thought I would be like this in your heart." Sinan smiled brilliantly, "I thought I always gave you the impression of being a bit inferior."

He Shenjian slightly bent the corner of his lower lip, with no turmoil on his expression: "I never feel that you are inferior, on the contrary, you are very strong inside, and you are a person who can grind suffering into gold. And isn't it getting better now, the world The beauty infected by you has become better."

Si Nan's gaze was fixed on He Shenjian's eyes all the time, trying to see what was different from these eyes.

But He Shenjian's expression was very calm, and he didn't seem guilty when he was lying.

"I almost forgot. This script is for you. Read it first. I've marked your part. If you like this character, I'll talk to the director." He Shen saw the script in his hand. The script was passed to Simon.

"Okay." Sinan took it over, "I'll go back and watch it tonight."

"Go to bed early tonight. Don't you have to rehearse tomorrow." He Shenjian reminded him.

"Well, then I'm going to bed." Sinan waved at He Shenjian and went upstairs, "Go to bed early too."

Si Nan went back to the room and took a simple wash, sat cross-legged on the bed, picked up the script on the bedside table and read it.

The name of the TV series is "For the King", and the dynasty is empty. It is a court drama similar to nine sons seizing the heir.

He Shenjian marked the character in it as Xiao Heng, a prince who had been ill all year round and lived in seclusion.

In the introduction, it was written that Xiao Heng had a gentle temperament, was friendly to others, and treated his subordinates with kindness. He was the emperor's favorite youngest son, but because he was a concubine and was in poor health, he missed the chance to run for the throne.

In fact, Xiao Heng's role is also present in the early stage of the story, but only a few lines are briefly mentioned, and he doesn't really show up until the story reaches its climax.

As He Shenjian said, this role does not have many roles, but it must not be said to be unimportant. Not only that, it also bears the supporting point of the big turning point of the whole story.

With just a few lines and a few appearances, this role has been endowed with a very rich connotation.

It's a character that would definitely shine if it could be played.

Si Nan only read the miniatures of the characters and the outline of the story, and he was very determined to play this role. He probably read the whole script while lying on the bed, opened He Shenjian's WeChat and sent a message:

"I want to play this role, can you help me contact the director and arrange an audition?"

After he finished sending, he put the phone back on the bedside table. It was almost four o'clock in the morning, and He Shenjian must have fallen asleep by this time.

Unexpectedly, there was a "ding" sound as soon as the phone was put down.

He Shenjian actually replied.

"Okay. Let me ask the director about the time. If you have time, let's check the scene in advance. Good night"

He also replied "good night" and fell asleep completely.

Early the next morning, the alarm clock woke him up at eight o'clock.

Scheduled rehearsal at 9:[-] with the team members.

He only slept for less than four hours, his mind was in a state of confusion, and he felt dizzy when he moved even a little bit. He went to the bathroom to wash his face before he became a little more awake.

When he washed up and walked downstairs, he passed Mo Tingbai's room and saw the door opened a little.

When he came back last night, the door was still closed.

Mo Tingbai is back?

Si Nan stood at the door and looked in along the crack of the door, and saw that Mo Ting was lying on the bed in a black sweater and trousers without changing his white clothes.

Tsk, he's usually the one who doesn't allow any clothes other than pajamas to go to bed.When I woke up and saw it, I wondered if I would go crazy.

Si Nan quietly entered the door, pulled the thin quilt from the side of the bed and covered Mo Tingbai.

When he was about to go out, his hand was suddenly grabbed by a big hand, and the next second, he was lying on Mo Tingbai's body.

Mo Tingbai took Si Nan's hand, adjusted his posture and hugged him in his arms, without opening his eyes.

"Mo Tingbai..." Sinan called out tentatively, "Are you dreaming?"

He tried to pull his hand away again, but he didn't pull it away.

Even in the dream, Mo Tingbai's strength is still great.

When Sinan was thinking about how to leave without waking Mo Tingbai up, the person under him suddenly made a sound.

"This is the second time you have come to my bed." I don't know if it was because he was asleep, but Mo Tingbai's voice was a little hoarse, revealing an itchy dullness.

"You dragged me here." Sinan objected softly.

After Mo Tingbai took a few gentle breaths, he still said in this hoarse voice, "You can go."

Sinan made two moves.

Mo Tingbai's hands clasped his tightly, unable to move at all.

"Stop making trouble." Sinan said, "I still have to go to rehearsal."

Mo Tingbai still didn't move, his eyes were always closed, the chests of the two were pressed against each other, and the handover part was slowly filled with warmth.

"I asked about Xiao Heng's role for you, and if nothing else happens, it will be you." "Let's go, remember to eat breakfast."

Mo Tingbai let go of his hand, Sinan didn't know why, and stopped for three seconds as if he was unresponsive before getting up.

"Thank you, Mo Tingbai." He said, "Thank you for your hard work."

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