The actor with the actor

Cheng Yue pursed his lips and lowered his head to smirk, Shen Jing clearly knew that it was the water he drank and didn't dislike it!

He was so sweet by this kiss that he wished he could lie down on the spot and roll over his stomach.

The mood was so good that it exploded throughout the evening, and I was jumping and jumping when I walked.

He whispered to Yan Minghao for a while, and then sent a series of "hahahaha" on WeChat. Someone commented and asked him why he was laughing, and he replied nonchalantly, "It's nothing, the weather is good and the mood is good."

Cheng Hang once again suspected that his brother was on drugs, so he called to ask what was going on, and Cheng Yue bragged to his brother again.

Cheng Hang let out a snort, sneered a few words and hung up the phone.

Cheng Yue didn't care about those words that ridiculed him for being affectionate and sticking his face to someone's cold ass, and even felt a little complacent.

He thought it was the jealousy of an unmarried older man in his 30s.

At least I still have Bai Yueguang, and I know which direction to pursue in the future, so I have a very firm mind.

But the old men have passed the age of late childbearing and haven't found a suitable partner yet.

Gee tut.

This is obviously blatant jealousy, so I don't choose what to say.

Li Qingliang folded his hands on his chest and squinted his eyes, thinking that this kid Cheng Yue had a really thick skin, and he didn't take that hippie smile seriously after being NG countless times.

He was really the thickest-skinned entertainer he had ever seen, and it would be impossible not to teach him a lesson.

The shooting of the last night scene was not over until [-] pm.

With the experience of noon, Xiao Li prepared fragrant toast and milk for Shen Jing in advance. He also bought a small steamer in the supermarket in the town, which is like a MINI rice cooker. It is easy to carry, plug in the electricity and add more Water can be used, and it is no problem to heat a steamed stuffed bun with milk or something.

Yan Minghao packed a bunch of meals in the restaurant and prepared to borrow a small hot pot to heat up before eating.

When work was over at 08:30, the drama managers distributed the lunch boxes.

Cheng Yue saw that it was still the one at noon, so he didn't even bother to open it, holding his water glass and waiting for the delicious food in the small hot pot.

"I heard from the customers in the store that the braised pork in this store is their signature, and many people go there to eat because of the braised pork." Yan Minghao stretched his hands to the lid of the pot and warmed it with steam.

Xiao Li stared at the stars, but he couldn't bear to waste food, so he ate the lunch box first, and the restaurant's food was regarded as an extra meal.

Shen Jing was the same as him, waiting while eating, because he was so hungry that he ran back and forth for no less than ten kilometers all afternoon.

Cheng Yue rubbed his chopsticks and waited for the hot dishes, his eyes fixed on the meat in the pot.

After a while, there was a burst of sweet meaty aroma from the steaming small hot pot, just smelling the smell made people salivate.

Cheng Yue swallowed his saliva, lifted the lid of the pot, and a richer smell of meat hit his face.

After brushing off the heat, you can see the pieces of medium-sized, evenly fat and thin pork belly, which look crystal clear under the warm yellow light.

"It smells so good!..." Cheng Yue stared at the braised pork like a wild wolf who has been hungry for several days saw a little white rabbit.

"It looks delicious." Xiao Li leaned over to take a sip of the fragrance, and his appetite increased instantly.

Cheng Yue excitedly wanted to take out the bowl, but was scalded and shrank his hand, making a "hiss".

Yan Minghao turned off the power, put his hands on a wet paper towel, and took out the meals one by one.

Braised pork in brown sauce, fried pork slices with yam, stewed egg with shrimp, pork ribs and winter bamboo shoot soup.

For the first time, Cheng Yue felt that these ordinary home-cooked dishes could be so delicious.

The smell of the food attracted the attention of many people. Even the little local dog borrowed by the villagers from the film crew was attracted by the smell. Shen Jing took a piece of meat and fed it to it.

"Hey, let's start a small stove," Zhou Shuyun, who played the female forensic doctor, smiled when passing by, "The food is good, where did you get it?"

"The restaurant in the town packed it." Yan Minghao couldn't hold back when he saw the beautiful woman, patted the chair beside him and said, "Sit down and eat together."

"Hey, then I won't be polite." Zhou Shuyun smiled and sat down.

As a result, a few actors who played well beside him stretched out their chopsticks politely.

Cheng Yue quickly picked up the largest piece of meat and put it on Shen Jing's rice.

Xiao Li stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of meat and bone, but he picked the same one as Yan Minghao. He changed one, and skillfully poked at the same one.

Xiao Li withdrew his chopsticks, put them in his mouth, and waited for him first.

Yan Minghao gave a "tsk", and put the meat on Xiao Li's rice bowl, "If you are not skinny, eat more."

Xiao Li chuckled, satisfied.

Cheng Yue picked up the braised pork and stuffed it into his mouth.

The pork skin Q bomb has a bit of chewiness, and the lean meat part is stewed soft and delicious. With a light bite, the whole mouth is wrapped in a rich meaty aroma, and the little fat part almost melts in the mouth, blending with the lean meat , did not feel greasy at all.

After swallowing, the teeth and cheeks remain fragrant.

Seeing more and more chopsticks stretched out, Cheng Yue hurriedly added vegetables to Shen Jing's lunch box, digging out big spoonfuls of stewed eggs.

"Eat it yourself." Shen Jing put a big piece of meat back on Cheng Yue's rice bowl.

Cheng Yue's mouth was full of delicious rice, and he mumbled a reply. He wanted to grab another piece for Shen Jing, but the bowl of pork ribs and winter bamboo shoot soup had already bottomed out at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Shen Jing poured some soup into the rice.

This bowl of braised pork is quite authentic and delicious. The soup is still shredded when poured in, and the consistency is just right.

Cheng Yue saw that he was eating deliciously, so he leaned over and asked, "Is it delicious?"

"It's super delicious," Shen Jing nodded and said, "My mother often used braised broth to mix rice with me when I was young, do you want to try it?"

"Wow." Cheng Yue looked around for a small spoon.

Shen Jing directly picked up the meat bowl and poured the soup on his rice in a circle, and then pressed the remaining two pieces of braised pork into his rice.

I don't know if it's because I'm too hungry or because this is the soup that Shen Jing made for him, but Cheng Yue's taste is very delicious.

Li Qingliang passed by throwing a lunch box, caught a glimpse of a few people sitting together, and sneered, "The filming is not good, but the food is quite vigorous."

When he said this, his eyes unconsciously fell on Cheng Yue.

Cheng Yue felt baffled and a little annoyed.

Today's filming is over, why don't you want to have a good meal?

Artists are people too, and they have self-esteem and feel uncomfortable. Not only did this person not even give him a thoughtful greeting, but he also sneered at him in front of so many people.

How can you bear this! ?

You don't know who he is even if you play against him.

Cheng Yue didn't get angry in front of everyone, and ran to the director's lounge alone after eating.

Li Qingliang was chatting with the screenwriter with a cigarette in his mouth. When Cheng Yue entered the door, he said in a neutral tone, "Is there something wrong?"

"En." Cheng Yue responded.

Seeing his solemn expression, the screenwriter recalled the events during the day, and knew that he was probably here to ask Li Qingliang for an explanation, so he made an excuse and left.

As soon as the door was closed, Cheng Yue asked bluntly, "Director Li, do you have any opinion on me?"

Li Qingliang took down the cigarette in his mouth and approached the ashtray, tapped it twice, and asked, "What do you think?"

"I think so," Cheng Yue said, "You can speak up if you have an opinion. I can accept it. There's no need to affect other people's shooting mood just to target me."

Li Qingliang was a little surprised by his outspoken attitude, and said with a smile: "I have a lot of opinions on you, but I didn't target you."

Cheng Yue frowned and said, "Then why do you always tell me that my nose is not my nose and my eyes are not my eyes? I haven't offended you."

Li Qingliang knocked on the table lightly, pointed to the small chair next to him and said, "Sit."

"I'm pretty good at standing," Cheng Yuebian said, "I admit that I'm not as good as others in terms of acting skills, and I will work hard. I will admit it no matter how many times you ask me to shoot, but I really don't think there is anything wrong with me in other aspects. It's just a meal, is it necessary to say something? You try to put yourself in another place, who will eat after hearing that?"

Li Qingliang snorted softly, "What I want is that you can't eat."

Shocked by this unexpected answer, Cheng Yue frowned and didn't know how to reply.

"Why did you throw away the meal at noon?" Li Qingliang asked.

Cheng Yue probably understood something, but he still said truthfully: "It's unpalatable, I can't eat it."

"Everyone can eat it, why can't you!?" Seeing that he was so stubborn, Li Qingliang couldn't help but raise his voice and reprimanded him, "Whether your mouth is inlaid with gold or silver is better than others. Noble!? Are you here to film or to enjoy? What kind of superiority do you find here?"

Cheng Yue was stunned by the yelling, and retorted: "Is eating something considered superior? Is it wrong for me to spend my own money to buy what I want?"

"There's nothing wrong with eating, but you can eat if you want, so don't eat in front of people. The other staff are too busy with props and sets to deal with logistical matters. They have worked harder than you and I haven't seen them complain about anything. You care about your heart." Think about it, how do you feel when you come down from a hard lap and hold a box lunch and see an artist who is more relaxed than you, eating hot food and drinking hotter!?" Li Qingliang looked him straight in the eyes, "Why do you want to be better than others? special!?"

Cheng Yue chewed on the meaning behind these words in his mind, without refuting.

"Your behavior has subtly affected others. They won't say it on the surface, but they still feel unfair in their hearts. As a director, I have always tried my best to treat everyone equally, but some of your actions have completely broken the balance. .”

Seeing that he was silent, Li Qingliang slowed down his tone, "Although your occupation gives you a certain economic advantage, and you are always served by people when you walk around, I also want to tell you some truths. Team, you come to this team, everyone here is your teammate, you are no nobler than anyone."

Cheng Yue bowed his head in silence, Li Qingliang continued: "I entered the industry more than ten years ago, and the filming conditions were ten thousand times more difficult than now. When I was in the mountains, there were moldy, hard and yellow steamed buns. Pick off some spots and eat as usual. Ask yourself, can you really not eat the meal at noon? Or do you just don’t want to eat it? When you were in school, didn’t the teacher teach you the poem that every grain of Chinese food is hard work? ?"

Cheng Yue put his hands behind his back and picked at his nails. He was depressed and irritable, but he felt that these words made some sense.

Sighing, he gritted his back molars and did not speak.

"The team invited me here to be in charge of filming, and it's a good film, so here, there are only actors, no vases, such a small pain, I can't bear it, how much do I expect you to contribute to this drama? How much progress?" Li Qingliang crushed out the cigarette butt, and said in a deep voice, "If you want to find your sense of superiority, go back to your own big stage, where a bunch of people will praise you to the sky."

Cheng Yue looked very much like a child who made a mistake and was reprimanded by the dean, he clenched his fists and raised his breath.

As if mustering up the courage of eight hundred lifetimes, he said in a voice like a mosquito: "It won't be like this next time."

Li Qingliang frowned, and returned to his usual friendly look.

Lifting Erlang's legs, he took out a cigarette again, "Smoking?"

"No smoking," Cheng Yue shook his head, "Smoking is harmful to health, it's written on the cigarette case, didn't you see it!?"

Li Qingliang laughed uncontrollably, "Go back and rest, we will continue filming tomorrow morning."

"Well," Cheng Yue nodded, and when he walked to the door, he looked back at Li Qingliang and whispered, "Thank you."

"Thank you for what!?" Li Qingliang half-closed her eyes and lit a cigarette, "I'll still scold you for not doing a good job tomorrow."

"Got it." Cheng Yue helped him close the door of the lounge.

Although he had been scolded, Cheng Yue's mood did not get worse, but he relaxed a lot.

Before, he thought that Li Qingliang's winning the award was just a matter of luck, but after hearing what he said just now, he suddenly took a new look at this person.

A person's character and self-cultivation are usually shown in some small things. This is the first time he has seen a director like Li Qingliang who is willing to consider everyone and has the spirit of sharing weal and woe with everyone.

Recalling that during the filming of "Crossing the River", the director and producer often invited him and some leading actors to dinner in private.

I didn't think it was a big deal at the time, but now that I think about it, those funds will be spent on filming and post-production, and the quality of the whole drama will definitely improve.

Although Li Qingliang disagrees with Li Qingliang's claim that he seeks a sense of superiority, he accepts other points of view.

"Where did you go?"

Shen Jing suddenly appeared from behind, startling him.

"I went to the director's place, what's the matter?" Cheng Yue asked.

"Everyone is ready to go back to the hotel." Shen Jing hooked Cheng Yue's shoulder and pushed towards the convoy. "What are you talking about with the director?"

"It's nothing, just chatted for a while," Cheng Yue put his arms around Shen Jing's waist, and said as he walked, "Let's talk about the lines together later, I'm not very familiar with tomorrow's play."

"Okay, let's see if our room is close. If it's close, I'll go find you." Shen Jing said.

"I have to look for it even if it's not close." Cheng Yue said.