I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

Song Yan just felt that something clicked in his mind and suddenly broke.

The strange tingling sensation extended from the fingertips to the grasped wrist, and then climbed down until it spread to the shoulders, back and neck, causing him to almost freeze.

Sheng Yun let go of his hand and stepped back a few steps: "Let's go."

He didn't stay long, took the biscuit box that Song Yan was still holding, got in the car and left.

Song Yan was the only one left standing there, flustered by the wind.

Just now... what did Sheng Yun do?

Rolls-Royce has gone away, but Song Yan's time seems to be frozen.

His eyes were still stuck in the scene of Sheng Yun lowering his head and biting that small piece of biscuit from his hand.

It seemed normal, and there was no slightest skin contact. He even only had a real feeling for the momentary warm breath from his fingertips.

Obviously the distance is still so far...

However, Song Yan felt very close to that man, so close that he seemed to be wrapped in layers of ambiguity that could not be ignored.

"Ayan."

Chi Chao's voice came from far behind, Song Yan was startled and turned around.

Seeing that he finally heard it, Chi Chao pointed backwards: "The filming is about to start."

Song Yan came back to his senses: "...Oh, good."

Chi Chao waited for him to come over and went back to the set together. He looked around and found nothing unusual, so he asked, "What did you watch just now?"

Song Yan looked up: "What?"

"Just now, I called you three times and there was no response." Chi Chao said with a smile, "Still looking towards the road, what are you looking at?"

Song Yan's eyes flickered, and he shook his head: "It's nothing."

Chi Chao didn't ask any more questions, and glanced at his empty hand, thoughtfully.

The paper bag he brought out just now was gone.

Back on the set, Song Yan tried his best to adjust his state, but the first one was still NG.

Lu Jin didn't criticize him, and his comforting voice came from the microphone: "A little distracted? It's okay, let's do it all over again."

Song Yan found the correct position, pinched the palm of his hand with his nails, and forced himself to concentrate completely.Accompanying him to start again are the opposite actors and the staff around him. He does not allow his state to delay the progress of the filming and waste the time of others.

Fortunately, the second one passed smoothly.

Behind the main monitor, Lu Jin propped his chin, smiling half-smile.

The assistant to the director said: "It's rare to see Teacher Xiao Song not participating in the reshoot."

Lu Jin said, "He's not a god."

"Yes." The assistant joked, "We just said that this proves that Teacher Xiao Song is down-to-earth, not that kind of ruthless performance machine hahaha."

Lu Jin clicked his tongue a few times and nodded meaningfully.

The gods are so down-to-earth, maybe they just moved their hearts?

He was full of ambition, and felt that the five principles of chasing love that he had just taught Sheng Universe Steel Straight Man Yun might be a little bit effective.

Lu Jin thought for a while, and sent a WeChat message to Sheng Yun:

【make persistent efforts! 】

Originally, he was prepared that Sheng Yun would not reply to him at all, but he did not expect to receive a reply after a while.

Sheng Yun: [Already working hard to make you disappear from the world. 】

Lu Jin: "..."

Is this appropriate?

Has anyone ever treated a matchmaker like this? ?

If it wasn't for him, Sheng Yun might have been mother soloing for many years!

Thinking of this, Lu Jin suddenly remembered that a long time ago, beside the ice lake in the Waiduhui Hotel, Sheng Yun once said surprisingly that he once fell in love.

Also got kicked once.

Lu Jin shivered suddenly, and looked up at Song Yan on the set.

The quiet cat is closing his eyes, waiting patiently for the makeup artist to touch up his makeup, with an extremely indifferent and obedient demeanor.

impossible.

Definitely not offspring.

How could such a gentle person be the one who kicked people?

In this way, the logic made sense. Sheng Yun admitted in front of Song Yan that he had been kicked before, and Song Yan probably had no love experience.

The two phases are not equal, no wonder Sheng Yun's pursuit is not going well.

Lu Jin was extremely worried, so she took the phone back and hinted to Sheng Yun earnestly:

[Brother Sheng, don't mention the past to Yan Zai, it's not good for you. 】

Sheng Yun replied quickly:

【? 】

Lu Jin continued typing:

[You think, Yan Zai's relationship is blank, but you have been dumped before, and he must be unbalanced when he knows it. Don't say that your ex is a ticking time bomb in your relationship!So I say bad for you! 】

After a while, Sheng Yun briefly expressed his feelings:

【…】

Lu Jin looked at the ellipsis, thinking that Sheng Yun probably listened.

That's good.

Just as he was about to put down his phone in satisfaction, he saw the message from Sheng Yun again.

Although it was just words, it did not prevent it from conveying a cold tone and demeanor:

[Less typing is not good for the phone. 】

Lu Jin, who was serious about being an emotional tutor but suffered unknown treatment, didn't know why, but because Sheng Yun didn't dare to explode, she suddenly became furious, threw her phone aside angrily, picked up the microphone and called for the next game:

"Light camera ready!"

When it was time for lunch, the group assistant brought Song Yan a lunch box and brought him a cup of hot milk tea.

"I bought it for you, is this flavor okay?" The team assistant inserted the straw and handed it to him, "I want sugar-free, is it still too sweet?"

Song Yan took the lunch box and milk tea, feeling a little strange.

Are the assistants a little too attentive these days?Including the makeup artist, it seems that even the technique has been softened a lot. He was a little rough when he was doing his hair before, but now he is extremely patient.

"Thank you." Song Yan thanked him, then smiled lightly, "You don't have to be so polite."

"No, no, no..." I said no to the team assistant several times, and my hands were almost waving like hands, "I should do everything, please don't say thank you."

Song Yan was shocked by his fierce reaction, blinked his eyes and asked in doubt: "You...look nervous?"

"No." The assistant repeatedly denied, showing embarrassment, "It's just... oh, I was negligent some time ago. You are so gentle with us because of your good temper. It is our fault that we neglect our duties."

He immediately expressed his determination: "But now I have realized my mistake! I must correct it!"

Song Yan: "..."

Why is that weird?

Song Yan nodded confusedly: "Oh...OK."

The assistant reconfirmed that he didn't have any needs, and then stepped aside to eat.

Song Yan lowered his head and opened the lunch box.

His eyes widened in an instant, and his eyes stayed on the slow-moving pot of meat in the lunch box, unable to move away.

Chi Chao, who was sitting next to him, also smiled at the same time: "Before I quit filming, I have filmed a lot of scenes and joined many crews. I have never seen such a variety of box lunches."

He looked at Song Yan: "And your favorite pot-packed meat. What a coincidence? It happens to be what you like to eat."

Song Yan blinked, thinking that it was probably not a coincidence.

He took a slice with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. Judging from the crispy texture, it was probably freshly made, and the heat and the thickness of the dough were just right. It’s definitely not like some commercial lunch boxes that are basically full of flour and still soft. The kind of pseudo "pot wrapped in meat".

The entire production crew had to cook freshly made meat in pots and pieces, which meant that the back kitchen had to spend a lot of effort. If it wasn't for someone who took special care of it, the chef would never have imagined making such troublesome food.

Song Yan ate two slices of pot-packed meat, feeling a little funny.

It's just because he didn't eat hot pot-packed meat that night, and it took him so many days to order the preparation, making up for his regret by allowing the whole crew to eat delicious food together.

Chi Chao kept looking at Song Yan nonchalantly, and then fiddled with Song Yan's favorite pot-packed meat in the lunch box, and suddenly said: "A Yan."

Song Yan had long been disgusted with him calling himself that, but it didn't work. Chi Chao still insisted, so he had to let it go and ignore him.

Chi Chao didn't care that he didn't respond to him, and said to himself, "How do I feel..."

Song Yan heard him stop talking halfway, and raised his head to cast a puzzled look at him.

Chi Chao looked at him for a while, then smiled and said, "It's nothing."

After dinner, the film and television city began to spread again, "The gourmet crew that was delayed by filming has become a god again."

Many extras have their own live broadcast accounts, and they went back to post Weibo or videos one after another after work was over at night. They came and went, and it became a topic, and it was also a hot search on the entertainment list.

Song Yan got into the car and went back to the hotel to rest.

An Yuan sat beside him: "I've already confirmed the specific contract. We'll meet in the conference room on the first floor later. You can read the written contract again and sign it if there is no problem."

She let out a long breath, showing a bit of anticipation before she was relieved: "After being squeezed for so many years, it can be regarded as the termination of the contract."

Song Yan was wandering around the crew's Weibo plaza. The plaza was full of photos of pot-packed meat and boxed lunches that had been added with various filters to look very clear and attractive. Everyone started to meme, and it was very lively.

He was watching with enthusiasm, when he heard the words, he replied perfunctorily: "Got it."

"You didn't listen carefully at all, did you?" An Yuan complained about him, "What did I say? Even if it's me, you have to keep a little bit of vigilance. Accepted, you have to know, in this circle..."

"You can't trust anyone 100% at any time." Song Yan interrupted her, continued the second half of the sentence, looked at her and sighed, "Okay, my ears are covered with calluses."

An Yuan gave him a white look: "I remember very clearly."

Song Yan continued to return to the Weibo square, and casually said: "Remember clearly, didn't I do it? In the past few years, when have I not been full of vigilance for fear of being plotted by others?"

An Yuan curled her lips, and muttered for a while, "That's what you said. It's just that you've been feeling more and more relaxed recently."

Song Yan's fingers scratching the screen paused slightly.

An Yuan let out a long sigh, feeling a little emotional: "Actually, it is true. If I hadn't experienced it myself, I would never have imagined that there would be such a harmonious crew. Everyone is neither arrogant nor impatient."

She thought for a while and added, "And the box lunch is so delicious."

Song Yan lowered his eyes and remained silent.

If An Yuan didn't say that, he didn't seem to notice it either.

I am indeed more vigilant than before.

The most intuitive performance is that you can sleep well at night.

Before joining the group, he always couldn't sleep well. Most of the time, even though he was so sleepy that he had a splitting headache, when he lay on the bed after washing, the pain he had temporarily forgotten during the day came back again, lingering in his mind, and his sleepiness slowed down. Slowly disappear and can't sleep again.

Lie down at twelve o'clock, often open your eyes until one o'clock.

Then he would wake up at four or five o'clock in the morning, so he simply got up to practice basic skills.

Occasionally, he felt that it was a blessing in disguise that he had not failed in his basic skills during the year he was hidden in the snow, and he got up to practice because he couldn't sleep.

Occasionally, when he can sleep through the night without waking up, he will always dream, and have all kinds of dreams. Most of the memories that he does not want to face can always remind him in the dream that you have experienced it.

But since I joined the film crew, I don’t know if it’s because the hotel bed is too soft and easy to sleep. I can fall asleep as soon as I go to bed at night.

Much better than melatonin sleeping pills.

An Yuan also thought of this, and turned her head to look at him: "You look much better, have you gained weight? You must have slept well, too."

Song Yan turned his head abruptly: "Have you grown flesh?"

An Yuan clicked his tongue: "...Don't worry about your body, can you? What age are you still doing this?"

Song Yan said speechlessly: "It's not that I'm anxious about my figure, and I haven't lost weight too much."

He raised his hand and pressed his face: "It's body management. Shouldn't you be responsible for yourself in the camera when you are in front of the camera? You should be responsible for the eyes of the audience."

An Yuan laughed, and stretched out his hand to pull off the hand that was rubbing his jaw line: "Okay. Your good looks are for the eyes of the audience, so don't worry. I said that you have gained weight in comparison with before. You You were too skinny before, you need to build some muscle."

Song Yan said "Yes", "I know that."

Eat well, exercise well...he did it all.

An Yuan suddenly remembered something, and said to himself: "Speaking of figure, Mr. Sheng's figure is really well maintained..."

Song Yan was drinking water and almost choked when he heard the words, turned his head half shocked and half hesitant and said: "...Have you seen it?"

An Yuan quickly denied it, and glared at him: "How could I have seen it!!! Mr. Sheng is obviously a very manly person!"

Song Yan: "?"

what with what?

"His figure is definitely not bad when he is wearing clothes, but he is very well dressed, and he can't even button his shirt to the second-to-last button. It's not a man's virtue."

An Yuan praised him a bit, and then pulled out a fool for comparison, "Do you still remember Mr. Gu who stayed in the production hotel some time ago? He always shows his collarbone in shirts, which is a stark contrast."

Song Yan: "..."

He remembered that the person An Yuan was referring to was Gu Ling, Sheng Yun's cousin.

Indeed, judging from the eldest brother's temperament... Just like the impression he had when I first saw him, he looked like a male vixen.

"Don't talk nonsense." Even so, Song Yan still felt that the elder brother was a little wronged, "Why do you arrange other people behind the scenes?"

An Yuan talked about it, and immediately felt that it was not good for him to arrange the management bosses like this, so he patted his mouth lightly: "Yes, yes, I am impulsive."

She turned her gaze back to the contract that was about to be signed, while Song Yan started looking at her phone again.

His thoughts drifted wildly, and his mind kept flashing back to the past.

If he hadn't forcibly controlled his thoughts, he would almost have thought in the wrong direction.

Back at the hotel, in the same reception room again, the same two senior leaders scored twice.

However, the atmosphere is completely different.

An Yuan stepped on high-heeled shoes and walked in front with arrogance. The two leaders sat inside, their faces heavy, and each of them looked as ugly as if they had eaten a few flies.

With a snap, An Yuan threw her small bag on the table, and the two leaders shivered all over.

In contrast, Song Yan restrained himself a lot and just sat calmly across from him.

An Yuan said concisely: "Let's sign."

Song Yan took the contract and read it.

It was the termination of the contract with the brokerage company. Judging from the terms, the company suffered a lot.

But Song Yan knew in his heart that compared to the losses he had suffered in the past, this loss was actually nothing.

The contract clearly states that the artist does not need to pay liquidated damages, and the company must also pay the full amount of the early film remuneration received, and the transfer account for the later film remuneration is changed to Song Yan's personal account.

Song Yan didn't pursue the remuneration that was swallowed up by the company in the past, and he also knew that even if he pursued the company, he would not be able to get any money anyway, and he would probably pay himself by further squeezing other small artists.

Thinking of this, Song Yan voluntarily gave up.

There is also a lot of money, but it is nothing to him now.

After confirming the terms, Song Yan signed it neatly.

One of the leaders seemed to want to say something, with an extreme sense of humiliation on his face, but in the end he didn't dare to say anything, took the contract and left with his head down.

An Yuan turned to look at him, smiled and said, "Free."

Song Yan nodded, feeling complicated for a moment.

An Yuan pursed her lips: "I really have to thank Mr. Sheng."

Song Yan paused, and nodded after a while.

An Yuan tested his expression, and said in a low voice: "Yanzai, I might say something that may be irrelevant..."

Song Yan was taken aback: "...how can you learn to call me that?"

An Yuan learned it from Lu Jin: "It seems intimate."

Song Yan was speechless for a while, always feeling that he was a little bit off track in the eyes of others, and he didn't know how he left such an impression on everyone.

He turned to ask: "What nonsense, you say."

"It's just..." An Yuan stopped in the middle of speaking, pursed her lips, and smiled for a while: "Forget it, it's nothing."

Song Yan: "?"

what is it today?Why do you feel that everyone around you is weird?Still say half and half?

He was extremely confused, but no matter how much he asked An Yuan, he refused to say any more.

In the end, Song Yan finally gave up, decided not to worry about what everyone was thinking about, and went to the hotel restaurant for supper by himself.

He originally wanted to get a chicken noodle soup, but when he saw the oily flakes floating on it and remembered what An Yuan said, he finally didn't do anything, turned around and got a white porridge and capers.

After simply eating supper, he went straight back to his room to rest.

Lying on the big bed in the hotel and picking up his mobile phone, he found that the trending searches about pot-packed meat had climbed to a very high position.

It is estimated that there is also an element of crew propaganda.

"Morning Star Project" is a weekly drama, and it adopts the mode of filming and broadcasting. If there is no accident, the schedule will be announced in a few days, and it should be premiered next week.

Correspondingly, Xuanfa must also start to take action, and this kind of hot search that has spontaneously become popular will naturally not be missed.

He clicked in, and sure enough, he saw that the first Weibo with a picture posted by an extra actor had already received a lot of hot comments:

@Qingyun: [It looks too delicious, and it’s such a big portion, free? 】

@Secretly: [Is this really a box lunch for the crew? ?The standard is a bit too high.It’s not me, I even feel that the appearance and weight are better than those sold outside…]

@尤世: [I testify, it’s really a crew lunch, and it’s actually nothing at all, it’s just the tip of the iceberg.This crew treats every behind-the-scenes staff very, very well, and the daily salary of group performers is several times that of other crews. 】

@ Maybe you also like Meimei: [I also prove that I am a special guest of this crew. I ate a box lunch once. It is really not an exaggeration to say that it is the conscience of the industry. It was prepared with great care, and even considered the taboos of different groups of people. . 】

@吧啧一下: [I hope that everyone in the circle will use Morningstar as the standard to do a good job of introverting, stop asking for sky-high salary, and improve the treatment of these hard-working staff and extras who have no names. 】

After Song Yan finished reading one by one, he fell silent suddenly, and his heart sank.

He has also been a part-timer, a group performer, and even some "top-notch" stand-ins.

Once last year, he played a small role in a small role. After being exposed to artificial rainfall for more than an hour, he didn't have a hot meal, so he went home so wet.

At that time, he still remembered that when Sheng Yun saw him when he opened the door, his brows were tightly frowned.

"Why didn't you change your clothes in the crew?" Sheng Yun wiped his soft hair with a towel, "The crew still lacks a suit of clothes?"

Song Yan's nose was stuffy, and he said, "It's really bad."

An Yuan happened to be away these few days, and if she didn't follow, no one cared about his life or death.

Sheng Yun urged him to take a hot bath, and when he came out, a bowl of steaming ginger soup was served to him.

Song Yan held the bowl in both hands and drank it in one sip, but comforted him not to be angry: "It's okay, I'm an actor, it will be different when I become popular in the future."

Sheng Yun stood in front of him, disapproving: "What kind of crew is this, a young actor is not a human?"

Song Yan raised his head and laughed at his naivety: "You don't understand, it's like this in this circle."

Sheng Yun frowned even tighter: "Is it all like this?"

Song Yan nodded and explained to this "outsider": "The class concept in the entertainment industry is very heavy, and it is the default unspoken rule."

He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes flickered, covering up all the loneliness and grievances in his eyes, not wanting Sheng Yun to notice the slightest bit.

One year later, Song Yan was lying on the soft and warm hotel bed at this time, in the "wealthy crew" and "conscience crew" passed on by everyone, and suddenly remembered that day when Sheng Yun was drinking ginger soup. A word spoken in a low voice.

He didn't pay attention to it at the time, but now he seems to understand a sentence——

"The unspoken rule of cannibalism should not exist."

Song Yan stared fixedly at the ceiling, and suddenly wanted to call Sheng Yun.

But what can be said?

He thought hard and came up with a reasonable reason.

Report the termination of the contract and thank him by the way.

Just do it when you think about it, Song Yan quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed it neatly before he was persuaded.

Sheng Yun quickly answered the phone.

Song Yan: "Hello? Are you... busy?"

Sheng Yun simply replied: "There is something."

"Oh oh oh." Song Yan panicked inexplicably, afraid of disturbing him, "Then you are busy first."

Sheng Yun didn't ask him to speak first, but responded lightly: "Okay."

Song Yan opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he found that Sheng Yun had hung up the phone.

The phone hung up too quickly, and Song Yan couldn't react.

In the evening... what are you busy with?

Are you busy with work?

Is it the kind of busyness to ask yourself that it is too late to say anything?

Song Yan thought wildly, aware of his faint displeasure, shook his head, and laughed at himself.

Their relationship now... It's not his turn to be unhappy.

Whether Sheng Yun hung up the phone, whether he was busy with something, or whether his attitude was indifferent, he was not qualified to consider or care about it.

Song Yan put down his phone and covered his face.

What's going on.

He continued to lie on the bed, flipping through Weibo, but his mood was quite different from before, and he was even more and more irritable, and he was a little out of breath.

Finally, Song Yan threw the phone aside and stared at the air in a daze.

A few minutes later, the phone suddenly vibrated.

Song Yan was startled, and subconsciously took the phone quickly, seeing that it was Sheng Yun's, he pressed the answer button without thinking.

A picture suddenly appeared on the screen, and Song Yan realized that it was a video call.

Although he refused to admit it, he still felt a little inexplicably happy that Sheng Yun called back, so he didn't bother about why it was a video.

Until he saw Sheng Yun's wet hair, dripping collarbone and bare shoulders on the screen.

Song Yan: "..."

He didn't react for a moment, and froze instantly.

Sheng Yun was wiping his hair with a towel, but he didn't notice anything unusual, so he explained casually: "I was taking a shower just now, so I hung up first. What's the matter on the phone?"

After he finished speaking, when he looked at the screen again, he found that Song Yan was no longer on the screen, and the chandelier on the ceiling was in the mirror.

Sheng Yun laughed: "What's wrong?"

Song Yan threw the phone on the bed, and he was out of the picture.

At the same time, he could still see Sheng Yun's naked shoulders and necklines on the screen, and anyone could tell that he was at least not wearing a shirt at this time.

There were so many images associated with it, Song Yan's breathing was uncontrollable, and he said in a low voice for a long time: "Do you know what you are..."

Sheng Yun raised his eyebrows and asked suspiciously, "What?"

Song Yan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and whispered:

"Don't abide by masculinity."

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