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Before Sheng Zhixin felt it, the days on the set flew by.

During this period of time, he has learned a lot about acting from Quan Zi'an. Although he actually doesn't plan to dabble too much in acting, there is no harm in learning.

The main reason is that he is too self-aware of himself, and he feels guilty after watching his acting skills, which are not half full, let alone use them to fool the audience.

That day Ai Xin made a fool of himself by visiting the class, and later Wen Gu slapped him mercilessly in the face, making Quan Zi'an himself extremely annoyed.

At the beginning, he shouldn't have signed such an unstable factor into his own crew, but now, it's so big that there is no way to end it.

He was really reluctant to part with the not-so-small sponsorship, but after thinking about it for the sake of the show's reputation, he finally decided to persuade Ai Xin to quit.

Ai Xin stood outside the director's room in the hotel all day after he heard the news that he was going to quit the group.

Quan Zi'an was afraid that Yu Ji would show him this picture of someone who looked like he had been abandoned all the time and scribbled on the Internet, so he had no choice but to invite him into the room and persuade him: "You said that there is no need for a celebrity like you. Come to me to play the male number three. They boast that I am famous, but in fact that is the case, we are all in the circle, can you not know this?"

Ai Xin pursed her lips and said after a long silence: "I want to shoot."

Seeing that he really didn't like him, Quan Zian's expression turned cold, "You made such a fool of yourself, I should have kicked you out of the crew, but I thought you and Wen Gu were fine before." There is a bit of master-student relationship, but I didn't make up my mind in the end, thinking that you can save some face if you go by yourself, but you..."

Ai Xin was stunned for a moment, then smiled nervously: "Our relationship? We have no relationship for a long time."

He took a deep breath and stood up: "I see, thank you Director Quan, I will go by myself."

Hearing what he said, Quan Zian finally let out a sigh of relief. Looking at his back, he was about to say something, but finally swallowed it back.

The next day, Ai Xin was busy with the announcement and left the group with his assistant.

Although it took a lot of effort to find a supplementary actor temporarily, but fortunately, everyone was relieved without this cockroach that I don't know when it will make a moth.

It can be said that "Painted Face" is the only film he has finished filming seriously. From the script director to the service of Taoism, he has never seen a professional level before.

Wu Tong gave him a big hug, and patted him on the back habitually: "Congratulations to Mr. Xiao Sheng, you have made great progress."

Sheng Zhixin patted him back with a smile: "It's all taught well by Teacher Wu Tong."

"I'll call you when I have a script in the future," Wu Tong said, "It's so comfortable to work with you."

Sheng Zhixin smiled wryly and said, "Forget it, I'm not good enough for filming, but I just stumbled into such a good group by mistake. If you still call me in the future, it will be a waste of the script."

Wu Tong's personality has always been straightforward, and he immediately turned dark when he heard this: "Why is it a waste? I think..."

Quan Zian came over from the side, heard the words and interjected: "Don't embarrass him, he is not going to take the road of filming, just like Wen Gu, he wants to fight music to the end."

Sheng Zhixin smiled a little embarrassedly: "I have to make money for the boss when I go back, otherwise what will I do if I don't renew my contract next year?"

Quan Zian was taken aback when he heard the words: "He signed a one-year contract with you?"

"Yes," Sheng Zhixin said, "What Mr. Wen means is that if there is a company with better development than his, I can terminate the contract and change jobs after one year."

Quan Zi'an stared at him for a while, then sighed softly: "This man is really..."

Wu Tong was still out of the situation: "Ms. Wen signed you? Isn't your company a bright star?"

"It was signed last month, but there was no official announcement," Sheng Zhixin explained to him, "Mr. Wen said that he wanted to wait until the work was done before making an official announcement, so he never told you."

After all, he is the second male lead, and there will be important roles for the male and female leads in the future. The finale banquet was not held, so he cut a piece of cake as a farewell.

The person who was picked up by Lin Monai was also given a piece of cake by the way, and sat on the sofa next to him: "What do you think next?"

After thinking for a while, Sheng Zhixin said truthfully, "Improve your own strength."

"Nonsense, besides this?"

Sheng Zhixin paused, and his voice suddenly became a little worried: "Brother, tell me the truth, did I not announce again?"

You can't make money for your boss without notice, and you can't make money for your boss...

Before he started worrying, he heard Lin Monai say, "No announcement? Then what's going on with the pile of invitations for variety shows on my desk?"

Seeing that he was still in a daze, Lin Monai couldn't help stretching out his hand to rua his hair: "Xiao Sheng, you're on fire."

"I'm on fire?"

Sheng Zhixin wondered, "Why am I so angry?"

"Don't you even read Weibo?" Lin Monai handed him the phone, "Your variety show is over, and the stage in Nanjing is simply invincible. If I wasn't your manager, I would have been a fan of you."

Sheng Zhixin flipped through his phone, and found many video clips and topics related to himself.

This is a treatment that has never been done before.

He was suddenly at a loss: "Brother, do you think I should post a Weibo?"

Lin Monai was stunned for a moment: "What are you doing on Weibo?"

"Just...thank you for your support?" Sheng Zhixin laughed as well, "I've never been popular before, so I don't know what to do to keep fans, or give them some benefits?"

Lin Monai thought for a moment: "Send a new song, are you writing a song recently?"

Sheng Zhixin nodded: "I'm going to write an album, national style."

Lin Monai raised his eyebrows: "The album? Can it be sold? It won't lose money, right?"

"I don't know, but Mr. Wen said that if he loses money, he will buy it all," Sheng Zhixin said, a little embarrassed, "I probably won't lose money, otherwise, what if I make him lose money before I make money for the boss? OK......"

Lin Monai frowned and looked at him, he couldn't bear it anymore: "Sheng Zhixin, you are so stupid, you don't think about everything for yourself, you think about him, if you can't sell it, you are smashing your own brand, do you know that? What kind of ecstasy soup was poured by him to fascinate you like this!"

After finishing speaking, he threw the paper plate with the cake in his hand into the trash can, got up and walked out of the studio: "Hurry up, go home and earn back all your selling money."

"Hey, here we come."

Sheng Zhixin knew that Lin Monai was worried about him, so he let him scold him. He took his suitcase and said hello to the director and starring staff one by one, and then went out.

While sitting in the car, Sheng Zhixin sent Wen Gu a WeChat message: "Teacher Wen, I'm done filming."

It took a while to get back to him: "Do you like filming?"

"It's okay," Sheng Zhixin said, "but I prefer to write songs."

"What are your plans when you go back?"

Sheng Zhixin thought he was a little scratching his head, and couldn't help it, so he made a phone call anxiously.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't heard Wen Gu's voice for a long time, Sheng Zhixin took a breath, and glanced guiltyly at Lin Monai who was sitting in the co-pilot: "Lin Monai said that I have a lot of announcements, let me go back and pick them out."

"Are you still ready to continue playing?"

Wen Gu's voice was a little soft, as if he was on the verge of falling asleep.

"I'm not ready yet," Sheng Zhixin also lowered his voice, "I just want to write songs."

Wen Gu chuckled: "Pure musicians tend to starve to death, Comrade Xiao Sheng."

Sheng Zhixin said confidently, "Then you also starved to death."

"I have an idea," Wen Gu said, "I've watched the variety shows that asked for you. If there is a singing and composition category that invites you to be a judge, I can consider it. The quality is guaranteed."

Sheng Zhixin said "um", "Okay."

Wen Gu's voice was vaguely weary: "The album is well written, this is your first solo original album, please cherish the feathers."

Sheng Zhixin let out a "huh" and couldn't help asking: "Are you... tired?"

"It's not about whether you're tired or not," Wen Gu said, "You don't even count jet lag, it's all over."

... He actually forgot that Wen Gu was abroad, and the two of them had jet lag.

"I......"

"Don't be nervous," Wen Gu said, "I don't blame you, what are you afraid of?"

Sheng Zhixin rubbed the car mat, struggled for a while before asking in a low voice, "When are you coming back?"

"I'm not sure, it may take another week or two, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing," Sheng Zhixin said, "I just miss you."

Lin Monai in the front seat turned his head with a strange expression, and turned his head back stiffly.

Sheng Zhixin chatted casually with Wen Gu, and then hung up the phone.

He didn't mention Qixi Festival just now, and he seemed to have completely forgotten that there is such a festival.

I don't remember, it's normal.

Let's live together next time.

Sheng Zhixin comforted himself in this way, blocked the distracting thoughts in his mind, and seriously started preparing for his new album after returning home.

He planned to create this album in a national style and popular way, which was actually inspired by his trip to Nanjing.

Now that traditional opera is on the decline, it is replaced by so-called "national style" songs that can be written with a single chord, which is really a tragedy for the music world.

If he can combine these national quintessences with fashion, will this make more people who are not interested in opera pay attention to the already lonely traditional culture?

Sheng Zhixin didn't know what the effect would be, so he could only start working on this huge project non-stop when he got home.

It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening when he raised his head from a pile of staves.

The next day is Tanabata.

He poured himself a cup of coffee, clicked on Moments, and was smeared with dog food by a group of people who couldn't wait to show their affection.

Some hang out, some have dinner together at home, and some go to an amusement park.

Sheng Zhixin nodded to each of them, and his eyes moved involuntarily to the clock hanging on the wall.

He really can't come back.

And...not a single message today.

It is true that there are disappointments.Sheng Zhixin's biggest problem is that he has a strong sense of ritual and is willing to think wildly. If he meets a partner who does not have a strong sense of ritual, he will involuntarily have a strong sense of gap.

He was about to wash his face and continue to toss his song, but the mobile phone that was put aside rang.

"What are you doing?" Wen asked him.

Sheng Zhixin was stunned for a moment: "Write a song."

"So hardworking?" Wen Gu smiled, "Then I, the boss, must reward you."

"Reward... what?"

The person on the other side of the phone was silent for a while, with a gentle voice: "Go and open the door."