After I dressed as a fake young master from a wealthy family, I became popular [entertainment circle

"How is today?" Hang Xiutu leaned against the wall, watching the video of Lu Qiu inspecting Group B.

"Well," Lu Qiu hesitated, "it's okay."

"What do you mean by 'not bad'?" Hang Xiutu turned his head slightly, "It's not like your style to speak so vaguely."

Lu Qiu was not out of shape as usual, he sighed lightly, took out a cigarette from his pocket and was about to light it, when Hang Xiutu reached out and picked it up: "Don't smoke in front of me."

"Okay, okay," Lu Guide put the cigarette back as if resigned to his fate, "How did I forget that you still have such a problem."

Without the comfort of the cigarette, Lu Dao looked even more indescribably "suffering". He continued, "I'm not perfunctory.

He raised his head, and sighed again in the somewhat icy cold air of the winter night: "But this is the worst part."

"I originally wanted to adjust Hang Yang's state first, so that he can achieve the best collision effect when playing against you..."

The lines between Hang Xiutu's eyebrows became deeper and deeper, and he was about to say something, but was interrupted by Lu Qiu's phone ringing suddenly—it was Li Yuqiang, the director of Group B.

"Hello, Qiang'er?" Lu Qiu's voice was still a little careless when he answered the phone, but after listening for a while, he suddenly became serious, "Well, I know, you go."

He hung up the phone and heaved a long sigh: "Li Yuqiang's father broke his leg in a fall, so he asked for two weeks' leave."

The news was so sudden, Hang Xiutu raised his eyebrows slightly: "Just now?"

"just."

Lu Qiu stroked his unshaven chin with one hand, and shook his head thoughtfully: "Sometimes it's just like God's will, I just wanted to say that we might have to adjust the shooting schedule, now we don't have to hesitate, That's the only way to do it."

He knocked on the table with his other hand: "Hang Xiutu, you have to take your brother to play a rival role."

This night, Hang Yang did not sleep deeply.

He joined the group on the first day, and there were not many rehearsals. Today, there was only one beating scene during the day. After the first official performance, the road guide was silent for a long time in front of the monitor, and then pulled the anxious Hang Yang over, but he did not No specific guidance was given on what details.

"You have too many distracting thoughts." Lu Qiu's attitude towards Hang Yang was obviously much gentler, but what he should say was absolutely unambiguous, "Don't expect yourself to act so 'accurately' like Hang Xiutu, to be honest, it's normal Human acting can’t reach that level for decades. What you have to do is enter the country with love, and that’s enough.”

"Come on," the road guide pulled Hang Yang down in front of the monitor, "Look at your own performance of 'panic and fear', it's too revealing, do you understand what I mean? Restraint and forbearance are not enough, as I said, the key is not the performance 'Scared', but 'restrained fear'."

He motioned to the staff next to him to recycle a segment: "You may not be able to see it just now when you were kneeling. You can take a good look at the expression of the opponent actor here, and think about it slowly. Don't worry, wait until you feel it again." Let's start again."

Hang Yang squeezed his slightly trembling hand, tried his best to quickly calm down the tension in his heart, he nodded: "OK."

During the second filming, Hang Yang actually felt his back was burning. The whip was not light. In fact, the old actor who beat someone didn’t intentionally embarrass him, but it was still a bit boring to hit him on the back in order to get the posture right. It hurts.

But this time it still didn't work.

By the third time, Mr. Li was a little bit hesitant to do it. Such an old artist stood so helpless holding a whip, kept saying sorry, and proposed to discuss it with the director and take a break Shoot again.

Hang Yang quickly smiled and waved his hands, and jumped twice pretending to be relaxed: "I added a cushion on my back, it's all right, I can't feel it at all, teacher, take it easy!"

Another familiar "Action!"

The whip in Teacher Li's hand was raised high again, and Hang Yang's back, which was only slightly dull, felt a sting like a needle prick. For extravasation, there is almost no need for the makeup teacher to sweat.

Chen Xu, who had been watching in the crowd, was about to go crazy. She stared at the direction of the director's team, her clenched teeth made "creaking" sounds from time to time, and there was only one thought in her mind: If Lu Qiu shouted again When she started again, she rushed directly to hit people.

Fortunately, after this round of filming, I finally heard a hard-won "pass" from Lu Qiu's mouth.

"Teacher Xiaohang!" Chen Xu let out a sigh of relief, and rushed forward to help him up.

But Hang Yang stood up lightly first, and said goodbye to Teacher Li and the road guide with a smile, looking alive and kicking, nothing happened at all.

The originally tense atmosphere of the crew quickly eased, and Chen Xu was also puzzled: Could it be that the whip just looked at Shen, but actually had no power?

She thought about it one after another: that prop set is quite powerful!

Who knew that Hang Yang's expression changed instantly as soon as he got into the nanny car.

Chen Xu was taken aback: "Mr. Xiaohang? What's the matter? That whip—"

"Don't, don't touch my back." Hang Yang grabbed her subconsciously outstretched hand in the air, closed his eyes slightly, and took a small breath for a while.

"Here, this," Chen Xu was a little confused, "shall we go to the hospital? Or go back for a hot compress?"

Hang Yang sat on the chair, keeping his back suspended as much as possible, with one shoulder against the back, and then leaning his head slightly to rest on it, his voice was a bit muffled: "It's okay, you don't need to go to the hospital. And you can't apply heat on the first day, it will swell Yes, Miss Xu, please go and buy a clean towel and some ice packs."

Seeing that he was speaking clearly and logically, Chen Xu nodded quickly: "Hey! You go back to the hotel to rest first, and I'll go back right away!"

As soon as he went back and unbuttoned his shirt, Hang Yang's white back was already red, and he was thin. A pair of slightly undulating butterfly bones made the interlaced welts on his back even more shocking, which broke Chen Xu's heart. : "How did this happen?!"

"It's okay, it's just scary." Hang Yang raised his head and smiled at her, "Sister Xu, please wrap an ice pack in a towel and put it on my back, then go back to rest, I have to get up early tomorrow."

"I stayed--"

"My hands and feet are fine, but my back hurts a little. It's okay," Hang Yang interrupted her, "I'll be fine in two days. An actor, it's normal."

"Then I'll give Mr. Hang—"

"Don't tell him." Hang Yang's voice was getting lower and lower, he was really tired, Hang Yang raised his face buried in the pillow a little bit, revealing a water-colored eye, just watching quietly Looking at Chen Xu, "Please, sister Xu, let me rest for a while, please?"

Chen Xu tightened her grip on the phone. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "You...call me anytime you need it, and I'll put your phone next to your pillow."

"Well, thank you, Miss Xu."

After finally persuading Chen Xu to leave, with the sound of closing the door, Hang Yang finally loosened his clenched teeth and let out a long breath.

As soon as the people around him disappeared, Hang Yang's eyes turned red suddenly, and he sank into the pillow, forcibly blocking the crackling sobs in his throat.

It wasn't painful, but what really made him uncomfortable was the look in the eyes of the road guide when he called "pass" the third time.

Hang Yang has seen how Lu Qiu and Hang Xiutu were filming together. They may argue and quarrel. Sometimes Lu Qiu gets angry and even jumps up and points at Hang Xiutu's nose. The immobile stone looks cold and stubborn, which makes it even more irritating... Once again and again, the fire hits the ice sheet-the resulting water vapor bomb often affects a large area of ​​innocent people.

But no matter how twists and turns the process was, whenever Lu Qiu finally yelled "Pass", he would always smile with satisfaction, even excitement.

——In any case, it was completely different from the hesitation and silence in front of me today.

Why can't I do well...

Hang Yang stretched out a pair of thin white arms from under the quilt, and hugged the pillow tightly. He just wanted to curl up his body subconsciously and habitually. The ice pack on his back rubbed against the injured soft skin, which hurt him " Hiss" He took a deep breath.

Suddenly, big drops of tears came out of my eyes.

Hang Yang wiped away his tears with his arm, but he couldn't wipe them clean. The tears were really disobedient, so they kept gushing out.

He simply gave up, biting his lower lip tightly, covering his blushing face from crying, and letting the tears flow silently.

"咚咚"—two beeps, who is knocking on the door? !

"Hang Yang, have you rested?" The voice came through the door, it was Hang Xiutu!

He knew he was hurt a little bit? !No, it's impossible, sister Xu just left, even if she told Hang Xiutu, she wouldn't be so fast, then, that...

Hang Yang panicked all of a sudden, sat up with a "chuckle", and the ice pack on his back fell to the ground with a "crack", making a series of movements that were not really light.He hurriedly put on his coat, and rubbed the quilt on his tear-stained face indiscriminately.

"Hang Yang! What's the matter with you?" The knock on the door became more serious.

At this moment, Hang Yang could only think: don't let him see me in such a mess again.

He yelled towards the door as a conditioned reflex, but fortunately the closed door filtered out some sobbing sounds: "I'm fine! Don't come in!"

The voice outside the door suddenly stopped.

How can I treat him like this!

As soon as Hang Yang blurted out the words, he came to his senses. He patted his dazed head with a "slap", and ran to the door at a trot, regardless of the back pain, but just as he took the handle, Hang Yang hesitated suddenly. .

"Brother," Hang Yang's voice came from the door, and his usually clear voice was soft and waxy today, "I'm sorry, can we talk through the door if there is anything?"

Because, because when I saw your face, I was afraid that I would plunge into your arms and cry.

After a few seconds of pause, a low "OK" came from outside the door.

I don't know why, but Hang Yang's heart, which has been a little panic, suddenly feels a little more at ease.

Hang Xiutu's voice continued, through the door, the magnetism was a little less, but it was even more deep: "Tomorrow we will be filming a rivalry scene."

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