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

Hang Yang thought that it would be embarrassing to see the road guide again, but he didn't expect Lu Qiu to come up and say hello as if nothing happened: "Happy Chinese New Year."

"Happy New Year!" Hang Yang nodded quickly.

Lu Qiu lit a cigarette: "The crew plans to finish filming your part first, and it will be done in about half a month. Afterwards, they will deal with the unfinished supporting roles, and then the crew will go south to take real scenes to shoot He Gan's scene in the fief. The part of the show. Ye Zhang has never left the palace wall all his life, which is equivalent to the end of your side in half a month."

"Half... a month." Hang Yang was a little dazed.

Afterwards, old acquaintances gathered one after another.

Some of these familiar faces, Hang Yang, came up with their names, and some couldn’t, but they would happily shout "Happy New Year, Mr. Xiaohang" when they saw themselves, and some people blinked, "The seafood at Mr. Xiaohang's house is so delicious. ", Hang Yang responded with a nod and a smile, with some indescribable emotion.

"Teacher Xiao Hang!"

Hang Yang was brought back to his senses by the clear cry. He turned his head and saw Chen Xu running towards this side.

Chen Xu took Hang Yang to look around happily, and found that he was no longer sick, and he was alive and kicking, so he was relieved.

"It's the new year, Mr. Xiaohang must take care of his health! Put work behind health..." See you at the beginning of the new year, Chen Xu is more rambling than Mrs. Hang.

"Okay!" Hang Yang handed over a red envelope, which was so effective that Chen Xu stopped talking all of a sudden.

"I'm more or less your half-boss. This red envelope is for you. Thank you for your care last year." Hang Yang laughed, "Sister Xu, happy new year!"

"Hey, thank you, Mr. Xiao Hang! See how polite you are...Happy New Year! Happy New Year!" Seeing Qian's open face, Chen Xu accepted the red envelope decently while declining, and his attention immediately shifted from Hang Yang moved away.

Over there, Hang Xiutu, who had just had a complete set of makeup and hair done, walked slowly over, like a tumbling ocean wave, everywhere he went was a wave of "Happy New Year, Mr. Hang".

Lu Qiu took a look at Hang Xiutu who was walking in front of him, and then looked away lightly. He didn't show any emotion of holding grudges, so he walked over as usual: "Come on, let's play."

Even though they were pulled to work on the fourth day of the lunar new year, the whole crew was still full of festive atmosphere.

But contrary to reality, the story in the script has reached the saddest end stage.

When He Gan was dormant in the capital as a proton, Ye Zhang was his eyes buried in the palace; when He Gan ascended to the position of Ninth Five-Year Lord, Ye Zhang was his knife to eradicate dissidents.When the world is peaceful, Ye Zhang will naturally be a thorn in the eyes and a thorn in the flesh of the world. Now, it is time to pull it out.

The road guide didn't let Hang Xiutu discuss with Hang Yang himself this time, but walked up to them, shaking the script in his hand: "Let's go through it first and let me see."

Hang Yang nodded.

He covered his mouth with one hand and pretended to cough lowly, and walked slowly to a stool in the imperial study, before he could sit down, he just listened to the road guide: "Stop."

Lu Qiu patted the door frame next to him with the script in his hand, and shouted outside: "Where's the props group? Pass Ye Zhang's wooden crutch here."

Hang Yang heard someone say hello from a distance, and after a while, a person hurriedly handed the wooden crutch forward.

Hang Yang took it in his hand and shook it, and felt its weight and feel again.

"Come again." Lu Gui said.

Hang Yang put down the wooden crutches, tiptoed slightly, took two steps by himself, and then nodded: "Okay, come again."

Hang Yang leaned on the wooden crutches and walked slowly, probably because his whole body was pouring all his strength on this piece of wood. The clothes were tightly attached to his arched back, showing his thin and even bony back line even more. Hang Yang leaned on crutches and walked slowly to his seat. The room was very quiet, except for the sound of "dong, dong" from the wood.

But Lu Qiu looked at Hang Yang's back, and slowly frowned. He didn't interrupt, and the two continued.

Hang Xiutu stepped forward in silence, and the two looked at each other.

In the silence, Hang Yang smiled silently, but there was no smile in his voice when he spoke: "How will your Majesty deal with me?"

"Stop." Lu Qiu called again to stop.

"It's bad." Lu Qiu frowned into a very standard "Chuan" character, "First of all, Hang Yang's walk just now still has traces of acting."

"That's not the point," Lu Qiu glanced at Hang Xiutu with sharp eyes, "What's the matter with you, is there enough spark in your eyes? Can the audience empathize with you? Is there enough guilt in your Hang Xiutu's eyes? Then , Hang Yang, what's in your eyes? Facing the sadness of the powerless ending? But a little bit of relief that is about to be released..."

"What's going on!" Lu Qiu raised his voice, "After going back for a while, his eyes softened, and he didn't have any strength at all!"

The little brother who was moving things outside the door almost stumbled when he heard this sentence: What is the strength of the eyes?

He glanced into the room again, secretly sighed that it is not so easy to make a lot of money, and then ran away.

Inside the door, Lu Qiu's rather freehand guidance continued, and he tapped his fingers on the table: "Hang Yang, later take out the clips of walking on crutches that you took years ago and watch slowly, and then lean on Walk around the area with a stick in circles."

"Hang Xiutu, you go in the opposite direction to Hang Yang, if he goes clockwise, you go counterclockwise."

The two were taken aback for a moment—turning in circles?

The road guide made the final decision: "When does it feel right, when will you come back to shoot. The two of you can't talk here, and you can't communicate in private."

"Let the whole crew watch us circle around?" Hang Xiutu lowered his eyebrows.

Guide Lu slanted his eyebrows, and turned back: "I will make arrangements, is this something you need to worry about?"

After a dangerous silence passed, Hang Xiutu finally said, "Okay, I respect a director's understanding and control of the plot."

Without further ado, he stepped out of the room first, and Hang Yang followed behind on crutches.

Chen Xu, who had been squatting by the window to eavesdrop, suddenly became anxious, and she grabbed Hang Yang who had just come out: "Mr. Xiao Hang, this, this, this, this circle? How can there be such a director, will this be possible?" It's because of that..."

"Don't speculate on him like that." Hang Yang raised his voice a little rarely, and then quickly calmed down. He smiled at Chen Xu, "I'm sorry, sister Xu. The road guide has his own rules and reasons, maybe there is a personality, um, You know, but his attitude towards the work is indeed unquestionably serious, what he said makes sense, and we shouldn't say that about him."

After finishing speaking, Chen Xu watched Hang Yang and Hang Xiutu helplessly. Without saying a word, they set off from the entrance of Tai Chi Hall and started to circle in the opposite direction.

The whole crew slowly realized the absurd situation in front of them, and couldn't help staring at the two leading actors. They knew it was impolite, but they were so curious that they couldn't look back.

"What are you looking at!" Director Lu yelled outside, "Old Liu Lao Li! Bring someone in for a meeting and change the schedule!"

"Changed again!" Director Liu, who was closer to him, shook the script in his hand on the spot, "It's normal to change the schedule with our crew, but it's abnormal to shoot according to the plan, huh?"

"Stop talking nonsense." After decades of friendship, Director Lu knew that Director Liu was easy to catch, and yelled back on the spot with even stronger momentum, "Get out and work!"

The first day of work in the new year——

The two young masters of the Hang family walked around the film and television city for a whole day.

The author has something to say:

My dears, I'm sorry, because of the trivial matters years ago, the update frequency and quantity have not been guaranteed in the past two days (kneel down gently)

Tomorrow, I will definitely post a thick and long chapter!