Days dominated by wife-watching demons

The microphone was handed to An Jing, and she whispered in a nasal voice, "I didn't cry, thank you." Then she gently returned the microphone to Song Fan.

It was a rare time for Song Fan, who was always laughing and joking, to be serious. He raised the trophy, and the four of them held hands and bowed ninety degrees to everyone in the auditorium, "Thank you."

"Um... First of all, thank you to all the fans who supported us. Without your efforts, AXSY would never have shined so early. Secondly..." Song Fan read a lot of staff names, God knows how much it took her to memorize them Gongfu, "Finally, I would also like to thank our artist director Ge Zijie, you will always be our favorite person."

An Jing was still immersed in the emotions just now, but she couldn't help laughing when she heard this. Song Fan guessed that Xu Bai couldn't get along with her, so she flattered Ge Zijie here.

The four finally raised their hands in a gesture of love.

After the Amway stage ended, several people bumped into the boy group BTOL in the background.

"Hi, An Jing." The leading boy called An Jing's name.

An Jing took a look at him. He seemed to be over 1.8m [-] in height, with a relatively neutral face, complemented by lipstick and eye shadow, and directly put on a wig for him. People believed that he was a female idol.

But there are quite a lot of female fans who like this type, and this boy seems to be the face of this group.

"I'm at the same time as you, remember me?"

An Jing doesn't remember such a person, but she remembers that one of their group of trainees did make a successful debut, because the boy group earns more than the girl group, so the company temporarily shelved the girl group plan and changed to a boy group.

It is estimated that these people were selected at that time.

"You are so amazing that you can actually sign a contract with AW."

An Jing looked at him, as if she was waiting for this person to tell her real purpose of stopping her.

"Hahahaha." The boy laughed a few times, and handed the phone to An Jing, "It used to be a company, why not add WeChat."

An Jing looked at her phone and then at him, her gaze unchanged, "Sorry, our manager doesn't allow it."

"Oh, yes, the big company probably has a lot of rules." The boy withdrew his hand in embarrassment, "Speaking of which, this may be the last time our group returns, and my contract with the company will expire soon..." He already pointed Look at An Jing, "I heard that AW is good, I really want to try it, and I just want to ask you, how was the assessment?"

The words are so obvious, An Jing is really stupid if she doesn't understand.

"I don't know." After finishing speaking, she followed in the footsteps of the three people in front.

This time, An Jing couldn't wait to go back and tell Ge Zijie the news, so she hurriedly dialed the phone when she got in the car, and looked at the three big characters 'Director Ge' on the screen, her heart trembled, every beep on the phone, It made her clenched her fist even tighter.

As soon as Ge Zijie handed the pen to Director Chen to sign, he felt the phone vibrate in his pocket. She would never answer the phone in the middle of the negotiation at other times.

It's just... She looked up at the clock on the wall, knowing who the owner of the call was. Ge Zijie stood up and said to Director Chen, "Sorry, Director Chen, I have an important call and I need to answer it."

After talking to the waiter at the side, he went in to help people add water, Ge Zijie leaned on the window sill in the corridor, and connected the phone.

The girl's slow but obviously suppressed excited voice came through the microphone, "Director."

Unconsciously, a smile appeared in his half-covered eyes, and Ge Zijie replied shallowly, "En."

She didn't ask An Jing why she called in a hurry, she just wanted to wait patiently for the other party to hand over the matter with that kind of nervous and excited mood.

"We've got one."

Through the phone, Ge Zijie could also imagine how happy the person opposite would be at the moment.

Miss her, want to hug her soon.

"Congratulations, Master Dancer."

Ge Zijie changed the position of the arms supporting his body, and looked sideways into the courtyard decorated by the hotel. The bamboo was knocked on the rocks, and the water flowed into the clear pool along the fallen wooden pillars. The person on the other end of the phone , the eyes at this time must be as clear as this emerald water.

The light is so bright that people can't help but reach out and touch it.

"Don't call me that like they did..." An Jing bit her lip, her eyes looked troubled, but the corners of her mouth secretly curled up, her heart was as sweet as if she had stolen honey.

It's so amazing, obviously just listening to the other party say a word, the heart rate is about to get out of control.

"Huh?" Ge Zijie snorted through his nose, lazily and loosely, his tone was completely different from his usual rigid tone at work, as if teasing a few-month-old kitten, "Then what do you want me to call you?" .”

"Nai Jing?" She imitated the address in those comments and said again.

An Jing was used to hearing this word shouted by fans, but when it came out of this person's mouth, it suddenly changed its taste. Ge Zijie called her name in such a suppressed voice on purpose, it always reminded her of those eager calls that stuck to her ears last night.

"It's nice if you call me by my name." She said awkwardly.

Ge Zijie turned his face to the side, pressed his lips against the microphone and let out a low cry.

The tone that had been repeated countless times in the ear at night sounded again, and An Jing's heart beat like a drum, and then jumped up briskly.

The pinnae of the ear turned red at some point, An Jing pulled the hood of the hoodie to cover most of her face, she was so ashamed, "I didn't ask you to shout now..."

In the receiver, Ge Zijie seemed to be smiling, and he sounded in a good mood, "I'm going back now, wait for me at home."

"……Um."

A driver picked An Jing up and arrived home quickly. She took a shower first, wrapped up a coat and sat on the sofa facing the door in the living room to read the script.

When she was a trainee before, although she had acting classes, most of them were singing and dancing. She didn't have much time to read a script in its entirety, and it was even such a high-quality script.

Because I have read it carefully before, this time passed very quickly, An Jing closed the last page, leaning her head against the sofa, her thoughts were still immersed in the story of the script, and she could not get out. In several scenes of emotional conflict, the lines are more and more worrying.

Even without too many descriptions of the scene, An Jing can empathize with those few words of dialogue, the feeling that the two love each other but dare not step into the quagmire because of the background and identity of the times.

Really unforgettable.

"I guess the two of you will have to cry at each other during this episode." An Jing rubbed her eyes, then looked at the clock.

She remembered another movie starring Mo Yan that was shown on the webpage before. The protagonist seemed to be a subjugated princess, and there were a lot of crying scenes in the movie. Adhering to the attitude of watching and emulating the last trace of curiosity, An Jing found that movie, Nest on the couch and look.

The beginning of the movie is the protagonist's monologue. Mo Xian's sad and vicissitudes of voice pulls the audience closer to the barren scene in the picture, and the long shot pulls down, and all the pictures are turned into loose sand and melted into a pair of desolate eyes. .

When talking to Mo Xian, she always had a smile on her face, teasing, ambiguous, and cynical. It was the first time An Jing could see these eyes so clearly. They really blended into the character, vivid as if they could talk. .

An Jing sat up straight unconsciously, and continued to look down with a serious expression. To be honest, if she didn't know Mo Xian in real life, maybe An Jing would become her fan.

Fans... She suddenly remembered that every time they met, Mo Yan would swear that she was her fan.

Holding her face, An Jing smiled, if she had been skeptical about Mo Yan's words before, now she just felt that the other party was talking nonsense.

She looked at the protagonist on the screen. She was holding a sword on her neck, the blade was pressed into the skin an inch, the woman's eyes were red with a look of death, and the hand holding the hilt was trembling slightly with blood and mud.

I really can't see that the lady who cares so much about maintaining her hands can make such a "sacrifice" for acting.

"It's just two people at all." An Jing said to herself.

But this is the so-called acting skills, which can fully integrate the characters of the script into oneself.

Halfway through the movie, there was a sound at the door. An Jing, who was watching engrossed, was startled, and immediately put on her slippers and stood up.

"I brought you sushi." Ge Zijie took off his coat and hung it on the hanger at the door, unbuttoned his collar with his left hand, walked over and put a paper bag on the coffee table in front of An Jing, "What are you looking at?"

"Huh?" An Jing couldn't remember the name of the movie, she just searched for Mo Xian's name and clicked on the link, "Let me see..."

"Don't look at it." Ge Zijie blocked her phone, staring at the enlarged face of Mo Yan on the screen, "I can still recognize this face."

"Like it?" Ge Zijie couldn't tell the good from the bad, but looked sideways at An Jing.

"No!" An Jing raised her voice, her eyes widened, "I was just reading the script, and when I saw half of it, I remembered that the teacher had recommended... Mo Yan's crying scene. In this drama, I also had a scene with her, so I just I want to find a few of her movies to watch."

After An Jing finished speaking, Ge Zijie remained silent. She was a little confused, and her standing posture became meek. She went to Ge Zijie's legs and squatted down, carefully touching her knee with her fingers, "Zijie?"

After all, the trump card is still working, Ge Zijie finally reacted.

"Remember what you owe me?"

Remember, how could An Jing not remember... There is only one time left after subtracting two from three.

"Now..." Her eyes flickered slightly.

Ge Zijie raised his eyebrows and remained silent.

An Jing pursed her lips, stood up, propped her knees on the sofa, and supported the back of the sofa with her left hand. This posture was very similar to the wall-dong moves of the heroine against the heroine in TV dramas, but Ge Zijie's composure was different from those shy ones. The heroine is too different.

As for Bidong's side, An Jing also lowered her eyes halfway and did not dare to look at Ge Zijie. In such an intimate posture, she tried her best to maintain her balance on the sofa, and did not have any physical contact with Ge Zijie.

Ge Zijie raised his hand to turn off the TV with the remote control, blocked that unlovable face from his sight, and when he looked up at An Jing again, there was some urging in his eyes.

An Jing took a small breath, imitating Ge Zijie, holding her face with her hands, and gently leaning her lips against her. This time, the touch was particularly clear. The soft lips carried the slight coolness of the night wind outside. And some sweetness from Japanese sake.

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