360 degrees being pursued manual [entertainment circle]

It was already late at night when he came out of the study, and there was only one servant dozing off at the table, occasionally opening his sleepy eyes to look at the soup in the casserole that was warming for the employer.

Footsteps woke her up.

The young employer she was serving walked slowly down the spiral staircase.

His eyes were tired, as if he had walked a long way and exhausted all his strength.

His eyes were bright again, like fire burning in them, and stars reflected in them.

The servant didn't dare to look too much, she lowered her head, thinking to herself, Mr. Qi is a bit different today.

Qi Mo asked the servant to rest, scooped up the soup himself, sat at the table and finished it spoon by spoon.

His movements were slow and steady, revealing a silent and tenacious taste for no reason.

After drinking the soup and going upstairs, he used the TV in the room to play the video of Xiao Yan's fan meeting. In the flickering lights and shadows, Xiao Yan's deep and hoarse voice came out.

"I sleep under the snow,

In the blink of an eye, it has been a thousand years since I woke up.

……

The lights are bright, the sky is full of stars,

In the light of the lamp and sparks, return to the world.

……

Now it's just me--

Live in the world. "

Qi Mo has never understood his heart like tonight.

No weighing pros and cons, no warm family, no stable life can compare to not having that person.

People in a circle often say that after a few years of madness, they will go home and take the predetermined route. Qi Mo thinks, if liking Ah Yan is a madness, then he will probably never recover from this madness.

laugh.

He laughed at himself.

Isn't it possible that you will never get a response?

He won't like me, but he will never like anyone else either.

I will not let him have the possibility of liking someone else.

and--

Not afraid of death, but afraid that he won't like me?

As long as people are alive, nothing will happen!

I have the time of my life to wrestle with him!

Before he closed his eyes and went to sleep, he thought that he had to send some history books. Ah Yan’s song was written by himself. If this song is true, Ah Yan may not be a person of my age.

Xiao Yan didn't know that there was a person who was determined to fight him to the end.

Even if he knew, he probably wouldn't think that Qi Mo could last for a few years.

People who are good at calculating people's hearts are often the least trusting of people's hearts.

He is talking to Fang Xuanxuan now.

The dialogue is as follows——

Fang Xuanxuan: "Brother Xiao, can you help me see how this scene behaves? I haven't been able to find a clue."

Xiao Yan: "Yes."

Then, under Fang Xuanxuan's delighted eyes, she got up and found Director Liu who was free. After saying a few words, Director Liu called Fang Xuanxuan to explain it in person.

and also--

Fang Xuanxuan: "Brother Xiao, how come you don't look tired after taking pictures continuously for so long, I also want to be like you, Brother Xiao."

Xiao Yan: "Yes."

Then I found her the medical staff who are resident in the crew.

Every time there was only one "um", not more than one, but he gave a result that far exceeded Fang Xuanxuan's request.

So in the hearts of the film crew, Xiao Yan became a male god with a cold face and a warm heart, who was not good at speaking.

Someone else swore: "Brother Xiao is not yet twenty this year, I'm sorry, how normal is it to talk to girls!"

Fang Xuanxuan: "..."

You group of Yangou brainless fans!

How can you tell that he is a little embarrassed!

Fang Xuanxuan, who was furious like a pufferfish, turned her head and glanced at Xiao Yan.

It was eight o'clock in the evening at this time, and it was already dark. Xiao Yan was sitting under the light, which was slightly yellow, and his demeanor was cold, just like a famous scroll handed down from generation to generation.

Just blinking the eyelashes, it makes people's heart skip a beat.

The mania disappeared in an instant, and her cheeks were stained red. Fang Xuanxuan felt that with this face, she could overcome even the greatest difficulties!

Zhao Ji happened to come to see Xiao Yan, and when he returned to the room after filming, he did not rush away, made a pot of tea and handed Xiao Yan a cup.

"When you're in the crew, be careful not to get too close to Fang Xuanxuan."

Xiao Yan glanced at him, but said nothing.

Zhao Ji misunderstood him, thinking that although he acted inhumanely, he actually meant something.

Are you young, normal.

Although the ancestor in his hand is extremely calm, but no matter what, he is only 20 years old, so it is quite normal to have thoughts about girls.

"Most of your fans are now girlfriend fans. If you want to spread rumors, you have to explode. And this girl is not that innocent."

He was afraid that Xiao Yan would not believe it, so he emphasized his tone: "Don't worry, do you know how good a gossip you are? Even if you may be torn up by your fans, isn't that how the popularity comes out? Once you are torn up, your popularity Just jump a few steps, but you have to face the loss of fans. Although we don't follow the idol route, it is not appropriate to have any scandals at this time."

"En." Xiao Yan responded.

He didn't intend to explain that he didn't mean anything to Fang Xuanxuan.

The hotel staff just knocked on the door and delivered a courier.

Zhao Ji stopped Xiao Yan, took it by himself first, closed the door and turned around and said: "Next time if something unclear is delivered, don't pick it up by yourself, let someone check it first, who knows if it will happen?" From some crazy people."

As he said that, he looked down at the courier. The word "Qi Mo" was very prominent on the sender's side.

Zhao Ji: ...

In the same city, it took more than two hours to send a courier. The boss must be out of his mind.

Of course, I can only think about it. In fact, after seeing those two words clearly, he immediately gave the things to Xiao Yan, and told him to be careful before leaving in a hurry.

After opening it, a stack of photos fell into my eyes.

All are landscapes, with sunsets, waterfalls, and wild flowers. No one appears in each photo, but there is an index finger in the lower left corner of each photo, which is bent like a half heart.

Qi Mo accompanied his grandfather on a field trip, and these photos were all taken in the field.

Xiao Yan turned the photo over, and the uneven ink writing brushed against his fingertips.

[It rained lightly in the morning and stopped in the afternoon. The sunset is beautiful and I want to send it to you. 】

[The fast food meal at night is not good, I miss the pickled fish. 】

[I picked up a very beautiful stone today, I will show it to you when I come back. 】

……

Behind each picture is just an ordinary sentence, but every sentence is like "the moonlight is beautiful tonight".

Xiao Yan put the photo in the box and read the script under the lamp, but when she came to her senses, she had already drawn a sunflower.

He slowly frowned, turned a page, and covered the flower.

Before covering it, he glanced at it and thought, stupid.

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"Card."

Liu Qiong beckoned, and when Xiao Yan approached, he said, "You can't get into this scene."

"Indeed." Xiao Yan nodded and admitted, "It's hard for me to understand Su Weishang's mood when he was here."

Liu Qiong said jokingly: "Has Xiao Yan ever liked girls?"

Xiao Yan: "No."

Liu Qiong: "Have you ever had a crush on someone?"

Xiao Yan: "No."

With the tolerance of an older woman, Liu Qiong looked at the young man beside her, and thought helplessly, this child really doesn't need to have a crush on others.

"If you think about it, has there ever been a girl who has made your heart beat or liked you, even if it was just for an hour or a moment a day?"

Xiao Yan replied firmly: "No."

Liu Qiong doesn't believe it. It's not surprising if you say that there is no one you have a crush on, but under the stimuli of hormones, you don't even have a hazy and fond object. This is very unlikely.

Could it be that young people are thin-skinned?

To put it mildly: "We are just talking about art. Xiao Yan, aside from the script, where do you think you should start and express your liking for a person?"

The subtext of this sentence is: Xiao Yan, what do you think it means to like someone.

Xiao Yan recounted what he found on the Internet: "My heart beats faster, I don't know what to do, my mind is affected, and I blush."

Liu Qiong laughed, it was at this time that he could see that the young man in front of him was still very young and immature.

And, she was sure, this child might not really like anyone very much.

"What you said is just the most common way of expression, but my understanding is that liking someone means that she is the most special to you."

"special?"

"Yes, special. All other external manifestations are based on the fact that you are special to him. Different and special are the germination of all feelings."

After dialing a few words, Xiao Yan asked Xiao Yan to go back and study on his own.

Looking at the young man who frowned slightly and had some doubts on his face, Liu Qiong had a smile on his face.

When she was young, she was also mentored by Elder Xiao. To this young man who could barely be regarded as a junior, it was more like looking at her own junior.

Delaying Xiao Yan's role for a while, Liu Qiong believed in the teacher's eyesight for seeing people. Xiao Yan's talent is very high, and it happened to be polished by her.

Xiao Yan walked casually in the film and television city, signed autographs for several fans on the way, and wondered how to express his liking.

In today's showbiz, performance methods can be roughly divided into two types, experiential and expressive.

There is no difference between the experiential school and the expressive school. The experiential school needs to fully bring themselves into the role. This kind of introduction often has an element of luck in the early and mid-term. The characters in the film often have distinctive personalities, seven out of ten are from literary films, and six out of ten characters themselves are either dark and complicated, or miserable and tragic. It is not uncommon to feel depressed after filming.

Expressionism, on the other hand, requires a lot of observation and life experience.Through my own life experiences and observations, I can extract and imitate the parts I need from thousands of people. It may be a subtle smile, or a raised eyebrow when I look back, or even a very slight trembling of the corners of the lips. It takes time and experience to apply these to proficiency and even perfection, and actors are often late bloomers.

Of course Xiao Yan is an expressionist.

The experiential school urgently needs to suppress themselves and let go of their hearts, both of which are impossible for Xiao Yan.

You expect a person who has been planning for many years in the imperial court and can definitely be called a deep-minded person to let go of his heart, it is better to expect the sun to rise in the west.

Even if he is a bit Buddhist now, he doesn't like to spend too much time thinking, and he looks easygoing, and his natural personality can't be changed.

But Mr. Xiao said that the actors with really superb acting skills are all involved in the experiential school and the expression school.

The old man also couldn't see his young disciple not being motivated and wasting his good talent, and he kept talking about it every time he passed.

Xiao Yan bought a hat at a roadside boutique and put it on, sat in the classical tea restaurant by the window, and began to observe the passers-by.

He locked his eyes on a young couple.

The boy handed the girl a cup of milk tea, raised his hand when the girl wanted ice cream, and handed it to the girl's mouth when she pouted.

Well, then I quickly took a sip myself.

The girl who was so angry that she looked gentle and quiet punched him with her fist, and was kissed shamelessly again.

Everyone passing by the young couple couldn't help but smile from the bottom of their hearts.

When I saw them, I couldn't help but think of the green buds and flowers emerging from the branches in spring, as well as the bright sunshine.

Xiao Yanzai carefully observed the boy, observing his every subtle expression and the tremor of every muscle.

Seriously as if to cut him open.

Successfully made the boy who was playing bad just now stand up.

"If you really keep staring like this, I'm afraid someone will soon think that there is a pervert sitting here."

Fang Xiuliang said.

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