The traffic and the movie king are together [Entertainment circle]

Aunt Lin hurried away, pretending she didn't see anything.

In the pot, the ribs were still happily stewed with the sauces, but the person in charge was completely out of mood.

Bai Xuchuan "forcibly" removed He Yanzhi's hand covering his nose, and asked worriedly, "How are you doing? I'm sorry I didn't know you were behind."

He Yanzhi who was holding his face was speechless.

He wasn't very good at first, but being looked at like this made him very good.

Bai Xuchuan stayed by the side of the pot the whole time, his forehead was sweating from the heat, his face was flushed, his eyes were full of pain, and he looked like he had done something wrong.

He stared at He Yanzhi's tall nose with wide-eyed eyes, and hurriedly said for a while, "Bleeding, let me help you sit on the sofa for a while!"

bleeding?

He Yanzhi didn't think that the impact just now could knock him out of the nosebleed.

So he should be... on fire.

Yes, on fire.

But he has always had a light diet, pays attention to health preservation, and does not eat indiscriminately.Do not stay up late, go to bed early and get up early, insist on physical exercise every day, and have good habits.What could he be angry about?

Could it be that you ate too much lemon in the afternoon?

Bai Xuchuan hastily turned off the small fire, and before he could untie his apron, he carefully helped He Yanzhi to sit on the sofa in the living room 20 meters away, his movements were very gentle, as if he was handling some kind of fragile object.

He Yanzhi opened his mouth to say that he was fine, but those gentle hands kept pressing on his shoulders, conveying some kind of irresistible force.

Bai Xuchuan asked him to sit down, raised his head, adjusted the angle of the back of the sofa, and whispered in his ear, "Wait for me."

He Yanzhi sank into the sofa, feeling a little dizzy.

It was impossible to lose too much blood, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his face, there were only one or two spots of blood.

Bai Xuchuan came back soon, holding an ice pack in his hand, and carefully placed He Yanzhi under his neck.

"This way the bleeding will stop quickly." Bai Xuchuan took a wet towel guiltily and let He Yanzhi wipe his face, scratched his head and apologized again, "I feel like I always hurt you."

The last time I played against each other, my hand was also injured.

He Yanzhi laughed back.

Bai Xuchuan:?

How can you be so happy when you are injured?

"What kind of injury is this..." He Yanzhi sighed softly, "Xiao Chuan, you are too nervous." And too gentle.

The cold feeling on the back of his neck reminded him of that afternoon when the young man held his hand and carefully wrapped it with a wet ice towel.

Bai Xuchuan was embarrassed: "Then...shall I go and see the ribs again?"

After making sure that He Yanzhi was fine, he thought about his precious ribs again.

After a while, I rushed to the kitchen, collected the juice, and put it on the plate.

He brought it over, took a chopstick in his hand, and asked He Yanzhi, "Would you like to try it?"

He smiled and said, "It's an apology."

He Yanzhi took a look. On the snow-white porcelain plate, the ribs with a beautiful color and strong aroma were neatly arranged, which looked like that.

Pick up a piece, the mouth is sweet and sour, the outside is charred and the inside is tender, and the aftertaste is endless.

With appreciative eyes, he asked, "Why did you suddenly think of cooking?"

Bai Xuchuan replied nonchalantly: "I've always been able to make this dish. I want to make this dish for an old friend, but I haven't made it for a long time and I'm afraid it may be unfamiliar, so I want to practice it."

These days, the first time I saw the little brother enter the kitchen, it turned out that it was because of "an old friend".

He Yanzhi's eyes flickered, Bai Xuchuan watched him chewing expectantly, and couldn't help asking: "How does it taste?"

He Yanzhi frowned: "Not bad, but you can put a little less balsamic vinegar."

Bai Xuchuan was stunned: "Is it too sour?"

He also picked up a piece, tasted it himself, tasted it carefully with the tip of his tongue, and murmured: "It's not sour..."

Could it be that He Yanzhi hates eating sour?

But thinking of the scene of his bravery when he ate the lemon, he didn't like it.

Bai Xuchuan thought to himself without knowing it: Maybe he likes the sourness of lemons, but not the sourness of vinegar.

Next time if you cook for seniors, put more sugar, Bai Xuchuan wrote it down in his inner notebook.

It was a rare night without arrangements, the two of them sat peacefully on the sofa and read the script separately.

Bai Xuchuan crossed his legs comfortably, leaning on the soft cushion, holding the script with one hand, and read his own part over and over again.

On the opposite side, He Yanzhi had one leg bent and the other straight, holding a pen between his two fingers, marking the script.

Bai Xuchuan couldn't concentrate, slipped away from time to time, and glanced at He Yanzhi's hand holding the pen.

He Yanzhi's middle finger was as long as his ring finger.

I heard that a man with this characteristic, um...

He held the script up high to block his view, and sneaked another glance from behind at his now clean face, which had bled from his nosebleed in the afternoon.

The nose too, umm.

But it's such a pity, Bai Xuchuan glanced at a certain part at last, and sighed with regret.

With such good hardware, it turns out... no.

Is it too tragic?

Don't look at He Yanzhi sitting upright, he didn't read the script either.

He was working hard at first, but a glance from the opposite side always glanced over from time to time, which made him feel a little itchy in his heart.

At first, that gaze glanced at him from time to time, and He Yanzhi wanted to laugh. He thought that the young man wanted to ask some questions about acting, but he didn't know how to open his mouth because he was afraid of disturbing him.

Just as he was about to put down the script and take the initiative to ask, he saw the child holding up the script to cover the lower half of his face, and continued to look at him from behind.

That line of sight is towards...

He Yanzhi then lowered his head, feeling inexplicable.

What does it mean?

Why stared at his mosaic with pity, and sighed regretfully.

Although faint, it is very clear.

He Yanzhi's pen tip stopped.

"Xiao Chuan."

Bai Xuchuan let out a hurried "ah", and the unsteady script fell on his knee.

"Let's talk about the scene," he said. "Did the director tell you that too? Get into character before filming starts."

Bai Xuchuan nodded, thinking that the director had said something else.

The director said that they need to get in touch with each other more and get in touch with each other more.

After all, time is tight after filming starts, and there won't be a lot of time for them to find their feelings.

Of course He Yanzhi will have no problem, but his own words...

"Do you know which part will be filmed first?"

Bai Xuchuan was a little apprehensive. When filming TV dramas before, the director often put all the tricks in the front in order to shorten the protagonist's schedule, especially those scenes that couldn't be used as doubles.So he often had to express his affectionate confession to the heroine with a paralyzed face, going up and down for her, and it was really embarrassing when he had no emotional foundation and didn't get into the play at all.

And the Shen He he is going to play now has an extremely intense emotional relationship with Shen Xing played by He Yanzhi.

It is really difficult for him to show such complicated emotions as soon as he comes up.

"Don't worry." He Yanzhi said, "Director Fei Qin always likes to shoot in chronological order."

Bai Xuchuan relaxed, and said to himself: "Then I will have enough time to find the feeling."

He Yanzhi looked at the young man opposite. Although he had participated in many TV dramas, his true nature was not worn away by those technical things. This is the most commendable point.

"Not afraid." He said warmly, "Take your time."

Bai Xuchuan said softly: "But I think I still don't know him well enough. Although I remember the lines very well and have written a biography of the characters, but... I still can't think of myself as him."

Difficult to substitute.

"That's normal, because you are a person with a very sound personality." He Yanzhi said calmly, "You have a strong ability to be happy, and Shen He is your opposite. He will mess everything up."

"This role is difficult for you, but both the director and I have taken a fancy to you, do you know why?"

...I'm afraid not, because of the face.

Bai Xuchuan didn't dare to say it, but his expression clearly wrote it down.

"It's not because you are good-looking." He Yanzhi laughed, "Although you are... well, we won't talk about that."

He only spoke for a while, his eyes glanced at Bai Xuchuan's face with a half-smile, but he saw Bai Xuchuan's heart pounding.

I haven't finished this sentence, what I mean by that is...

He Yanzhi was praising his appearance.

Bai Xuchuan knew that he had always relied on his face for food, but he had been praised too much, and as a boy, he was no longer interested in others' boasting about his appearance.When he sees a man himself, he appreciates a good figure more, face?Just look in the mirror... ahem.

However, he was a little... happy to be praised in such an understatement and one stroke.

The lines on the face of the young man who was happy in his heart stretched out. Although he didn't say a word, everyone could see it.

Bai Xuchuan said: "What's the reason?"

He Yanzhi hooked his fingers at him, motioning to sit up a bit.

Bai Xuchuan moved obediently, and sat next to him, with his hands on his knees, his eyes unblinking, full of curiosity.

"It's not like this." He Yanzhi said.

Bai Xuchuan showed a puzzled expression.

"It's okay." He Yanzhi smiled, and put his hand on the young man's shoulder lightly, as if to comfort him.

"Senior?" Bai Xuchuan asked in confusion, then he suddenly leaned back, and fell on the wide armrest of the sofa unexpectedly.

The opponent suddenly exerted force, and he was knocked down like a tiger descending a mountain.

Bai Xuchuan was startled and sweated all over, his heart was beating non-stop.

He didn't realize what he was doing at first, but when he tried to get up, he was firmly restrained.

When his mind was full of mosaics, He Yanzhi raised his phone and snapped two photos.

Bai Xuchuan: Huh?

Bai Xuchuan, who was sweating all over, was pulled up, moved his arms and legs a little stiffly, and his voice was sullen for the first time: "Why are you still making a surprise attack?"

It's really embarrassing to realize that you are in a weak state.

He Yanzhi patted his head: "You are usually a little too obedient, let me show you another side of yourself."

Bai Xuchuan was very resistant to being touched by him like a puppy, and was about to say something when his eyes fell on the screen.

On the screen, his hair was messed up and his neckline was ripped open. He was lying there under control, obviously in a completely passive posture, but his eyes were astonishingly bright, with a rebellious aura.

Indeed - quite "sinking river".

He Yanzhi regretted: "It's a bit difficult for you to perform another state smoothly."

Bai Xuchuan said: "I can..." After a pause, "...to learn."

He Yanzhi looked at him and said, "There are two ways."

Bai Xuchuan said: "I know, one is the skill school and the other is the experience school, right?"

He Yanzhi remained silent.

For a blank slate actor like Bai Xuchuan, the best way to achieve perfection is of course immersion.but--

That must hurt.

Especially for the first time he really wants to act, it is such an extremely intense role as Shen He.

"Yanzhi?"

He Yanzhi came back to his senses, then nodded slightly.

He says--

"Film actors are not skilled." He Yanzhi's eyes fell on the script, "You have to be him before you can play him."

Just be a little more demanding of you, He Yanzhi looked at the young man who seemed to understand and nodded, and thought to himself.

Maybe, there will be surprises?

On the second day, Bai Xuchuan specially used the time between the two schedules to visit Lao Zhang.

With the sweet and sour pork ribs made overnight, he knocked on Comrade Zhang Deshan's door.

Legend has it that Master Heshan was holding a bird cage in his hand and was about to go out for a walk. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see the entrance of Bai Xuchuan Station.

"Are you still thinking about my old man?" Zhang Deshan asked him to come in and sit down with a smile, "You see, you come here as soon as you come, what kind of gift do you bring—what is this?"

Without saying a word, Bai Xuchuan opened the thermos, and a burst of rich fragrance wafted out, even the parrot looked straight at him.

Master He Shan immediately swallowed his saliva: "Boy, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Bai Xuchuan laughed: "It's actually nothing..."

Zhang Deshan glared at him: "Have you learned to be cunning in the entertainment industry? You don't have to play tricks with me. It's fine if you come home and want to see me by chance. I saw your limelight two days ago, tsk tsk, definitely not Time. Can you still remember that you specially made ribs and came to me?"

He stared at the ribs on the table, stood up and went to the kitchen to get the chopsticks, while sucking his saliva: "Could it be a relationship, I want something for my girlfriend..."

Bai Xuchuan hurriedly said: "No, I did it for a friend!"

And specially added accents to emphasize——

"A simple friend!"

Zhang Deshan took two pairs of chopsticks, two small plates, a plate of peanuts, a bottle of wine, and a cup.

"You can't drink, the old man will enjoy it alone." He sandwiched a piece of ribs and put it in his mouth, and his beard was instantly raised, "Ordinary friends? What ordinary friends can work so hard that you cook a special meal?" Look at me, hey, I don't believe it..."

"It's just an ordinary friend, but he is very kind to me. I want to give him a gift." Bai Xuchuan said seriously.

Zhang Deshan glanced at Bai Xuchuan, his eyes were sharp and he said firmly: "Impossible."

"..." Bai Xuchuan couldn't laugh or cry, "Why are you so sure?"

"Your boy is most afraid of trouble." Zhang Deshan took a sip of his wine, speechless, "I like to stay at home when there is no need to do, and it is harder to let you go out, and I have been buying expensive gifts for this old man for so many years." Yes, and that brat from the Xia family, it’s best to place an order at home and deliver it directly to someone else’s home—but I don’t see you taking the time to ask for help for someone. So, who is it if it’s not your girlfriend?”

Bai Xuchuan: "...Really not."

Zhang Deshan expressed doubts.

Bai Xuchuan said sincerely, "My friend is a man."

Zhang Deshan paused for a moment, then reacted quickly, and said in a soft tone: "Nephew, I am not against homosexuality, it's just that men must be seen more accurately than women, you have to see clearly before paying attention— —”

Bai Xuchuan: ...

He thought to himself that this page could not be opened.

When Bai Xuchuan said who his friend was and what he wanted to ask for, Zhang Deshan's expression became even more indescribable.

"It's not me, the people in this circle..." Zhang Deshan changed his words in the middle of speaking, "No, it's people from this wealthy family, it's better to be more careful. Especially their Zhao family..."

Bai Xuchuan:? ? ?

"The Zhao family?" He hesitated, "But Yanzhi's surname is He—"

"Then his father's surname is also Zhao Wa." Zhang Deshan said while chewing peanuts nonchalantly, "Do you know what the principle of a drop of blood is? If he changed his surname, he is no longer from the Zhao family?"

Bai Xuchuan: "I don't know about this, he never told me about this."

He lowered his eyes, thinking that it would be normal if he didn't talk about it. It's only been a long time since they've known each other, and it's time to talk about these deeper topics.

But Zhang Deshan shook his head greatly: "Look at it, boy, you don't have to take you seriously when you show your heart and soul to others. Let me just say, you have to look at men more carefully than women..."

Bai Xuchuan broke down: "He's not my boyfriend!"

Zhang Deshan: "Hehe."

Bai Xuchuan said firmly: "It's not now, it never was in the past, and it won't be in the future!"

Senior is so upright and so straight, how can it be possible.

Zhang Deshan looked at the cub in front of him lovingly, as if he was a boy of twelve or thirteen who swore angrily, and said indulgently: "Okay, okay, okay, what you said is right."

Bai Xuchuan: "..."

Bai Xuchuan said dumbly, "Say it's okay."

"Didn't I just say it?" Zhang Deshan stretched his chopsticks towards the last piece of ribs on the plate, "Okay, for the sake of making ribs for this old man, I will fulfill your heart."

He looked at the empty plate with regret: "Hey, the cub is too big to be kept..."

Bai Xuchuan: "..."

He gave up rebutting, chatted casually with Lao Zhang for a while, and then prepared to go back.

"Hey, boy, are you leaving now?"

"I have something to do in the afternoon, so I have to go back to the city." Bai Xuchuan raised his wrist to look at his watch, "I will come to see you after the filming, what else do you want to eat? If you want to eat, send me the name of the dish, and I will Learn to do it for you!"

"Tsk tsk." Zhang Deshan shook his head, "It's different after falling in love, people have become more diligent..."

Bai Xuchuan walked to the door and was changing his shoes. Hearing this, he became numb: "I told you he's not my boy... Hey, it's up to you."