don't cry

It rained cats and dogs.

The whole world is shrouded in dim light, as if a ship that has lost its course is crumbling and restless.

In such silence, a car parked at the film and television base.

The pure black car body is like a vigorous cheetah, tearing through the air barrier, aggressive and extremely elegant.

"Okay, card!"

Inside the studio, the director shouted through the walkie-talkie, "This is over."

The rain continued unabated, and a tall and straight figure like a green pine came out of the rain curtain with an umbrella.

The young man is tall and tall, wearing a loose costume, the crescent moon white color sets off his fair complexion, he holds up an oiled paper umbrella, with jade trees facing the wind, Zhilan Yushu, walking out like an exiled fairy in a painting.

Although the director had already yelled, the people who were still immersed in the young people's performance did not leave immediately, but just stared blankly at the other party approaching slowly, as if they could only see the other party.

Jing Rong, a cutting-edge actor, has been in the industry for two years, and his performance is excellent.

This is the first scene they started. The director specially chose a rainy day that fits the script to shoot. A fantastic debut.

I used to think that this person was hydrated, but after seeing his performance, he didn't say a word.

Wonderful, indeed wonderful, worthy of praise and flattery from the outside world.

The costume has seven layers, but it doesn't look bulky on Jing Rong's body. His movements are elegant, his waist is straight and his legs are long, and his hardware is extremely superior.

Jing Rong walked under the eaves, pulled the oil-paper umbrella away with his slender fingers.

He was wearing a black waist-length hair headgear, and his makeup was not strong, but a glance at him always made people feel overwhelmed.

It was the assistant who came back to his senses first, stepped forward with a proud look, took the umbrella in his hand, and handed over the thermos cup, everyone suddenly came back to their senses, doing their own things, but they were still looking at Jing Rong from the corner of their eyes.

Jing Rong's scene just now was also very simple, just walking through the rain under an umbrella, without lines, and the mastery of facial expressions is extremely strict, and it is necessary to use expressions to perfectly express the emotions of the characters.

But fortunately, judging by everyone's reactions, his performance was satisfactory enough.

The hem and shoulders of the costume were a little wet, Jing Rong lifted up the hem carefully, and walked towards the rest chair with the thermos still in his hand.

His chair is not far from the director, because the two have worked together before, so the relationship is not bad.

When the director saw him approaching, he immediately smiled and said, "Xiao Rong, your position and demeanor just now were good, and you're still on the same level. Remember to keep it."

Jing Rong unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of hot tea, then smiled: "I will continue to work hard."

The director asked a few more questions, and Jing Rong answered neither humble nor overbearing. The two chatted speculatively, with a relaxed expression on their faces.

"Director Wu, someone from the producer is here." The assistant director hurried over and said in a low voice.

Director Wu was taken aback: "Why are you here at this time?"

He asked someone to inquire about the opening ceremony yesterday, but the producer declined and only sent the producer. Who would have thought that the producer would come to join in the fun again in today's terrible weather.

Director Wu has spent most of his life on the set, and he is already proficient in handling these emergencies. He swept around the well-ordered studio without panicking, and arranged for the assistant director with a steady voice.

After explaining, he turned his head and said with a smile to Jing Rong: "The investor is here, or you will work harder in the next Xiao Rong?"

The next scene was supposed to be another starring role, but the other party is a newcomer who has just entered the industry not long ago, and his acting skills are still young, so it is not as safe and reliable as Jing Rong.

Jing Fu put on the thermos cup and nodded without changing his expression.

It's okay for the investor to come, just to see the progress of the crew and the performance of the actors on the shooting scene. As long as the performance is not too poor, they will not be picked on and troubled.

"Hey, Mr. Qu, this way please." The assistant director's voice came over.

Director Wu glanced sideways and stood up.

There was a small noise around, as if wondering why a big person came to visit the class at this time.

Jing Rong was indifferent, lowered his head and stroked the thermos cup, thinking about how to perform the next scene.

He has always been like this, he only has drama in his eyes and nothing else.

Seeing him doing this, no one raised his voice to discuss it. After all, this person's background is well known.

The Jing family in Beicheng is an existence that stomps the whole city. Jing Rong's brother Jingqian is even more famous in the business circle. To be in a business magazine is to be in a press conference.

Not to mention, Jing Rong is cherished and loved by the whole family.

It is said that in Jing Rongjin's first film crew, there was an old actor who relied on the old to sell the old, and wanted to set up rules for Jing Rong, but the Jing family used their connections to block them on the same day, and all the works were taken off the shelves. He was found out for tax evasion, and the official media named and criticized him. He disappeared within 24 hours, and no one was found.

At that time, everyone understood that this was the Jing family killing chickens and monkeys, and the intention of escorting the young master who condescended to experience life was directly on the surface.

Since then, no one dared to take the initiative to trouble Jing Rong, and the crew met in a friendly manner, and even if the investor came, they would not make things difficult for the young master.

Although Jing Rong, who only has drama in his eyes and heart, is aware of the attitudes of others towards him, he doesn't care at all, and only wants to perform his own drama well.

Just like now, no matter who the producer is, he only cares about whether he has memorized his lines in the next game, and how to move to show better results.

Other than that, nothing matters.

Jing Rong lowered his eyes, recited the lines silently, and after confirming that they were correct, he unscrewed the thermos and took a few sips of tea with his head raised.

Acting can easily consume his emotions, and he needs to maintain a comfortable and good state in this way.

After drinking the water, he casually glanced to the side from the corner of his eye.

A man in a silver-gray suit was surrounded by the crowd and walked towards this side. Looking at him from a distance, he felt that the other person looked exquisite and elegant, and had a gentle temperament, which made the idol who was called by fans to be an entertaining look pale. Pale.

The seams of the trousers were sharp, wrapping the opponent's slender legs just right, showing a sense of restrained strength when moving.

When he got closer, he realized that the other party really had a good-looking appearance. Even someone like Jing Rong who didn't care about appearance couldn't help being a little surprised.

However, Jing Rong quickly regained his senses, and when he realized that everyone was coming towards him, he got up with a face, still holding the thermos bottle loosely in his hand.

"Brother Jing, Auntie is calling—"

The assistant hurried over and shouted in a low voice.

Inadvertently, he was abducted by the chair next to him, and he ran into Jing Rong uncontrollably.

Jing Rong, who was caught off guard by the impact, only felt his body shaking violently, and subconsciously grabbed the chair next to him. The thermos cup accidentally fell, rolled on the ground, and finally stopped on a small puddle.

After steadying his body, Jing Rong looked at the thermos.

Not far away, the men surrounded by stars stopped, their eyes fell on the white thermos in front of them, and then they glanced at the young man who was holding the back of the chair.

The other party seemed to have not recovered from the frightened state, his eyes were slightly rounded, and his expression was a little cute.

The assistant who knew he was in trouble suddenly didn't dare to say anything, bowed his head and shrank to the side and waited anxiously.

The man known as Mr. Qu bent his waist, stretched out his bony hands to the dusty thermos, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, covered it and wiped it a few times.

Jing Rong came back to his senses, he raised his eyelids, and saw that the other party had offered to help, so he didn't continue to stand where he was, but took a few steps forward, bringing the distance closer.

"It's best to wash it with clean water again." The other party wrapped the thermos cup with a handkerchief and handed it over.

The voice is clearer and more pleasing to the ear, very pleasant to listen to.

Jing Rong paused, and reached out to catch it: "Thank you."

The handkerchief seemed to still have the body temperature of the other party, and there was an illusion of warmth when touched.

"It's okay, it's just a matter of raising your hands." The other party smiled and said nothing more.

The small episode was resolved without any risk, and everyone understood that the producer was mild-tempered, so their expressions relaxed a lot.

Director Wu laughed and mentioned the next scene, and the incident was over.

Jing Rong didn't speak, but quietly sat back in the chair while holding the thermos cup.

From the conversation between the other party and Director Wu, he knew that this person's name was Qu Yu, and that he came here today just to have some free time, so he came to see the progress.

Talking about actors, Director Wu couldn't help bringing the topic to Jing Rong: "Xiao Rong is one of the few actors I've ever seen who can study scripts calmly. He usually concentrates on acting. With him around, I feel very confident. "

A gaze fell on Jing Rong with a vague look.

"Really, then it's up to Mr. Jing to work hard for the rest of the time." Qu Yu's gentle voice came over.

After being named, Jing Rong turned his head and met Qu Yu's eyes.

The other party is full of smiles, a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes are full of moisture, and the corners of the lips curl up in a gentle arc, which is a look that is easy to be liked.

But for some reason, Jing Rong always felt that there seemed to be something deeper in the other party's line of sight, but he couldn't figure it out.

Because the other party had just helped him, Jing Rong curled his lips back into a smile, bowed his head and continued to think about the script.

When the scene was ready, Jing Rong put the thermos aside, got up and walked outside.

The rain hasn't stopped yet, so we can continue filming. The scene blends into the scene quickly, and the moment I take over the oil-paper umbrella, my temperament changes slightly.

Qu Yu sat next to Director Wu, he squinted his eyes, and looked at the conscientious and good actor who was also the young master of the Jing family.

It is inevitable to smile.

Today's shooting content is all over perfectly, Jing Rong couldn't help but sneezed.

In cloudy and rainy days, the humidity is high and the temperature is low, so it is easy for cold air to enter the body. If you don't drink ginger tea in time, you will catch a cold and have a fever.

The crew had prepared plenty of ginger tea, and the assistant immediately handed him a cup as soon as he came.

Jing Rong took a small sip and drank a cup, the bad feeling of cold hands and feet finally subsided a lot.

"Mr. Qu, why don't you have a drink too, it's hard to avoid the cold after staying here for a long time." The voice of the assistant director sounded.

Jing Rong subconsciously looked over.

The assistant director was passing a cup of hot ginger tea to Qu Yu, but the latter raised his hand and refused: "Sorry, I hate the taste of ginger."

Unexpectedly, the producer would sit and stay for the whole afternoon. Naturally, the assistant director ran back and forth to make arrangements in trepidation, for fear of neglecting the boss.

Hearing the reason for Qu Yu's refusal, Jing Rong pursed his lips, feeling that the other party was a bit childish.

He didn't go to the chair to sit, he can change his costume and go back to the hotel later, there is no need to wait any longer.

After saying hello to the director, Jing Rong went to the dressing room, and when he was ready to come out, the crew had almost left, and it seemed that the investor had also left.

The shooting location was not far from the hotel, so Jing Rong chose to walk back.

Just as he went out, he saw a Porsche parked not far away, and the rear window slowly rolled down, revealing Qu Yu's handsome face.

Jing Rong's footsteps paused slightly, and for some reason, he felt that the other party seemed to be waiting for him.

The other party's secretary got out of the car and trotted over: "Mr. Jing, Mr. Qu would like to invite you to dinner."

From a short distance away, Qu Yu smiled at him with a very warm and gentle look.

Very harmless.

Thinking that the other party helped out once in the crew, and it is reasonable to return it, Jing Rong hesitated for a while, then nodded.

After receiving the reply, Qu Yu opened the rear door, and stood beside the door with long legs, waiting for him quietly.

Jing Rong walked over and saw that the other party put his hand on the top of the car door, as if to prevent him from being knocked on the head.

This small detail is very gentle and gentleman, and the other party is well-bred, which immediately made Jing Rong's impression of him better.

"Thank you." Jing Rong thanked politely.

Qu Yu closed the car door, turned her head, and her smile deepened: "My honor."