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Zhaoyang: "...huh?"

Jian Xing tilted her head, her eyes were soft, and she smiled slightly, "If you keep acting like just now, no one will be able to see that you have something on your mind."

Zhaoyang was stunned, and the phone almost slipped from his palm.

In that scene just now, he had exhausted 5.00% of his strength.

Before the filming officially started, he called his mother.

Mom really wanted to find him.Dad is in the hospital.

Zhaoyang's father had been hospitalized due to a stroke before, and his health was poor.This time he fainted suddenly, and the specific reason has not been found out. Apart from stroke, it is estimated that there are other diseases of the elderly, and the possibility of needing surgery cannot be ruled out.

Zhaoyang was the only child. After his father died, his mother panicked and called Zhaoyang immediately without thinking too much about it.

Zhaoyang told Lin Xigu about this, and Lin Xigu asked him to finish filming today's scene first, and he helped him keep an eye on the situation at home, and would notify him as soon as there was any progress.

It is in this mood that Zhaoyang will act in a play with completely different emotions.

To be happy, to be sincerely happy, not forced to smile, not pretentious.

Even if you are not happy, you have to force yourself to be happy.

For actors, the luckiest thing is to perform in their true colors, to express themselves through the characters, to carry private goods openly, to express themselves freely, and the effect of the performance is also amazing.

The most embarrassing thing is to have to pretend.

This is professionalism.

The price of professionalism is discomfort.It's really hard.It was as if he had torn his heart apart, crushed and recast his soul, and he couldn't recognize himself, not knowing if it was him or not.My self is sad, and the world just dances to my flawless mask.

Zhaoyang was crushed by Jian Xing's eyes, and his defense gradually collapsed, he smiled helplessly, "How can I act like that all the time..."

He can act in the camera, which is creation.But he can't act all the time in his life, that's hypocrisy.

Someone can calmly get used to not being himself, but what he expects is to be his true self.

It's not a hypocritical play, but a real creation.

Jian Xing wanted to brush his hair a little bit, but held back her hand, and only asked, "What happened?"

"Nothing..." Zhaoyang shook his head.

Jian Xing frowned, "Again?"

Zhaoyang: "..."

Zhaoyang: "...Family matters."

"Are you in a hurry?"

"urgent."

"Can we still shoot tonight's scene?"

Zhaoyang looked up at Jian Xing, "Yes."

"Okay." Jian Xing said, "After filming tonight's scene, I'll ask Xiao Zhao to take you to the airport. I'll talk to Director Qiu."

In the evening, the night talk scene between the two of them was not as cheerful as the dinner group play. The two chatted about the past, the future, and another brother who had disappeared all these years. Their emotions were mainly indifferent melancholy.This is still the opposite of Zhaoyang's flustered anxiety, but Jian Xing knows that Zhaoyang can laugh so freely, so there will be no problem in this scene.

Actors are sometimes scary creatures.

Before the filming started, Jian Xing accompanied Zhaoyang to walk through the scene several times.Director Qiu was busy watching other plays, so they asked Assistant Director Zhang to give pointers. At any rate, Assistant Director Zhang knew Director Qiu's standards and tastes.Deputy director Zhang thought that the two of them didn't want to spend the night in this wilderness tonight, so he laughed and praised their professionalism in his heart.

After the filming started, the two really went through this scene together.Director Qiu was quite surprised. Today not only Zhaoyang, but also Jian Xing, who usually has a lot of NG, performed supernormally. Is there any invisible buff in this place that doesn't shit?

Assistant Director Zhang reminded them that the two children worked very hard, and they just hid aside and worked overtime to practice.

Director Qiu nodded in relief.These two children are not bad, they are indeed the ones that Director Li has personally praised.

Before the relief was over, Jian Xing and Zhao Yang came over.

"Director Qiu," Zhaoyang said, "I want to discuss something with you..."

"What?" The progress of the exterior scene this time was much faster than expected. Director Qiu was in a good mood at the moment, and looked at the two with a smile. Even if Zhaoyang proposed to add scenes, he might agree.

"Director Qiu, that's it," Jian Xing said directly,

"Can the next week's episodes be changed? Focus on filming the rest of my scenes first."

The announcement list for the next week has already come out. The first three days were Jian Xing and Zhaoyang's rivalry scenes, and then Jian Xing had another announcement to run away, so we started filming scenes with Zhaoyang as the main part.That is to say, Zhaoyang's name will be on every day in the bulletins for the next few days.

It was Zhaoyang himself who made a promise to director Qiu when he joined the group: whatever arrangement is fine, anyway, he can cooperate with the group throughout the whole process.

Now, my face hurts a bit.

Director Qiu's expression froze.

Assistant Director Zhang looked at Director Qiu, then at Jian Xing, then at Zhaoyang, but said nothing.

This is not the first time that the production crew has revised the itinerary for Jian Xing.

No matter how big you are, you don’t want to bring in such an over and over again. Is the crew run by your family?

Director Qiu didn't ask him why, probably because he didn't want to hear what new announcement he was going to make, so he pondered for a while, "The rest of your role, except for the one with Zhaoyang, is Ying Gaoyi..."

"Mr. Han and I also have a few rivalries, right?" Jian Xing asked.

Director Qiu was taken aback, "Yes, there are a few."

Just a few games.

Jian Xing smiled, "Those scenes are probably enough for us to shoot for several days."

As far as Han Mingyi's acting skills are concerned, they don't exist.

What's more, it's still acting with Jian Xing.

Director Qiu: "..."

Assistant Director Zhang: "..."

Zhaoyang: "..."

No, your blatant connotation... Are you talking nonsense?

Assistant Director Zhang couldn't help reminding, "Teacher Han's itinerary is also set, and it may not be easy to change."

They are all big guys with a lot of work on a daily basis, and it is impossible for anyone to change their itinerary casually. What Deputy Director Zhang means is that these things should not be worried about by the crew. As a director, filming is exhausting enough, and I don’t have time to serve as mediators for you.

Jian Xing said very well, "It's okay, I'll talk to Mr. Ying and Mr. Han. Director Qiu, you just agree to shoot the scene between me and these two teachers in the next week, is that okay?"

When Director Qiu heard this, he understood a little bit, and his eyes turned to Zhaoyang.

Zhaoyang wanted to talk a long time ago, so he found the opportunity, "Director Qiu, I'm sorry, it's me... I'm in a hurry, I want to ask for a week's leave, if it's not convenient, three days is fine—"

At least let him go home and have a look first.

"Senior," Jian Xing said, "You're not the number one male, so you can't fail without you for a week, right Director Qiu?"

Director Qiu: "..."

Assistant Director Zhang: "..."

Director Qiu is used to artists fighting openly and secretly, so as long as it doesn't affect his work, he doesn't bother to care about it.Deputy Director Zhang was stunned. This Jian Xing...has always felt that he is good at dealing with people since he joined the group. He doesn't have the common problem of ignorance like most traffic niches. Why is it suddenly like a drop in IQ?Isn't it intentional to embarrass people by saying such things in front of others?

Zhaoyang looked at Jian Xing in surprise.

Is it embarrassing, he understands in his heart, and Jian Xing also understands that he understands.

"Unspoken rules" can only be unspoken rules after all, and cannot be made explicit.It is definitely possible to adjust the shooting schedule. It depends on who it is for and whether it is worth the trouble.Jian Xing and Han Mingyi in the group came and left whenever they wanted, a week was nothing.Jian Xing's talk has reached this point, if Director Qiu still doesn't let Zhaoyang go, he is admitting that he looks after people's dishes.

This loses the demeanor of a famous guide.

Director Qiu waved his hand, "Okay, okay, Lao Zhang, you can inform me and make arrangements."

Director Qiu opened his mouth to let him go, and Jian Xing immediately asked Xiao Zhao to take Zhaoyang back to the hotel. After packing up his luggage, he rushed to the airport overnight, and he would be home the next day.

As soon as Xiao Zhao and Zhaoyang left, Jian Xing turned around and contacted Brother Ji, asking him to change his schedule, he had to catch a week of drama.

Brother Ji almost vomited blood, "What's wrong with you? Tell me clearly."

Jian Xing thought about it seriously, "I have a friend who is proficient in numerology, and he made a fortune for me..."

Brother Ji: "Huh?"

Jian Xing: "I should be quiet for the next week and not move."

Brother Ji: "..."

discipline

Brother: "Xing'er."

Brother Ji: "I haven't cared much about you lately."

Brother Ji: "Did I go too far in giving you freedom?"

Jian Xing: "Brother Ji."

Jian Xing: "We are the unprecedented golden partner of Venus Century."

Jian Xing: "Just tell me which of the artists you have brought can make me feel at ease?"

Jian Xing: "We call it trust, tacit understanding."

Brother Ji was expressionless: "Which mother should you ask who can worry less than you."

Jian Xing: "Brother Ji, civilization."

Brother Ji: "..."

Jian Xing: "I've already told Director Qiu."

Brother Ji: "Cut first and play later, you bastard, you can."

Brother Ji: "Next time, I—"

Jane Xing: "What about you?"

Brother Ji: "Break your dog legs."

Jian Xing sneered, "Then how can we be each other's angels?"

Brother Ji's veins are about to explode, "Get lost!"

Enraged by Jian Xing, Brother Ji still had to do business after hanging up the phone.Ying Gaoyi is an actor between his ribs and waist, and he is fairly good at communicating. The trouble lies in Han Mingyi. His team's ability to stir up CPs and make things happen is obvious to all. Don't let Jian Xing have anything to do with him.

So he didn't let Jian Xing talk to Han Mingyi anymore, he went to talk to Han Mingyi's manager himself.

The two parties came out to drink a cup of coffee, and Brother Ji was so angry that he almost flipped the table on the spot.

Adjusting the filming time sounds like a trivial matter, but Han Mingyi's manager, Sister Mei, knows that it is a big deal if Ji Ge comes to beg them in person, which shows that this is very important to Jian Xing, as for why, they don't care.

Just let Jian Xing pay the price.

Sister Mei made a request with a clear price tag. A variety show had invited Jian Xing before, but Jian Xing refused. She asked Ji Ge to contact the program team again, and also explained which phase of the contract she would sign.

Han Mingyi also signed that issue, and it was written in black and white in the contract that Han Mingyi got the C script.

"It's quite a big face." Brother Ji was so angry that he smiled sinisterly, "I've been in this industry for so long, yet some people think that I will let my artist carry the sedan chair for that kind of outdated idol..."

"Okay." Jian Xing said.

Brother Ji didn't react, "?"

Jian Xing: "I'll go."

Brother Ji: "Are you swearing or..."

Jian Xing: "I'll go to that variety show."

Brother Ji: "..."

Brother Ji solemnly said, "Xing'er."

Ji Ge: "You feel it."

Brother Ji: "My face hurts right now."

"Brother Ji," Jian Xing smiled on the phone, "You taught me when I first debuted, that if you can't bear it, you can make trouble. Not to mention me, even a person at the top can't do whatever he wants all the time."

Brother Ji was silent for a while, then sighed, "What are you doing all this for?"

"For..." Jian Xing turned her head and looked into the distance, "I think it's important."

In the blink of an eye, Zhaoyang had been away from the group for several days.Before leaving the set, he thanked Jian Xing, and before boarding the plane, he thanked him again on WeChat, so polite that Jian Xing wanted to be angry again.Zhaoyang also said that if Han Mingyi couldn't negotiate with him, he would go and tell Han Mingyi himself that they at least... have a little bit of friendship.

Jian Xing sneered in her heart, what a fart of friendship.

On the face, he said, "Don't worry, I can handle Han Mingyi."

Isn't it the last variety show?

Isn't it just to perform with others?

This kind of thing has been done a lot.In the past, it was for myself, so I could fight hard.This time... It's rare for someone else to be a little bit willing.

After being polite, Zhaoyang disappeared completely. There was no news for several days in a row, no WeChat, Moments, or Weibo. There is no such person in the world.Jian Xing finally couldn't help it, and made a phone call.

The call was answered quickly, "...Hello?"

Jian Xing was startled, and almost didn't recognize Zhaoyang's voice.

这确

It was actually Zhaoyang's voice.

Just terribly emaciated.

"senior?"

Zhaoyang was stunned for a while, adjusted his mood, and replied seriously, "...Morning."

"It's afternoon."

"Oh... good afternoon."

"..."

"Have you got a meal yet……?"

Jian Xing couldn't stand it anymore.

"Where are you?"

"Hospital."

"What hospital?"

"what?"

"...Forget it, it's fine."

"Is there something wrong with the crew?" Zhaoyang asked.

"No, it's all arranged, no problem, don't worry."

"……Um."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me," Jian Xing said impatiently, "Thank you again, I'm really angry."

"..."

"Don't say sorry either."

"..."

What should he say?

Jian Xing sighed, "Senior, you... Pay attention to rest, don't get exhausted."

"Ah."

"I hang up first."

"it is good."

"Bye-Bye."

"Bye-Bye."

Jian Xing originally prepared a bunch of questions, but didn't ask any of them.Just listening to the voice, I can imagine Zhaoyang's appearance as a wandering soul. If we continue to talk on the phone, Jian Xing will go crazy.

Hearing voices but not being able to see people is more uncomfortable than simply missing people.

"Xiao Zhao," Jian Xing said, "I'll take a look at tomorrow's notice."

"coming!"

Jian Xing hurriedly scanned the notice and handed it back to Xiao Zhao, "Help me book a round-trip ticket to City W tonight and tomorrow morning."

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, Jian Xing called again.

"Senior, did I wake you up?"

"No..." Zhaoyang rubbed his sore, swollen eyes, moved the phone away slightly, put the back of his hand against his mouth, and yawned silently, "I was on vigil at the hospital, and I didn't sleep at all."

Jian Xing frowned, and almost blurted out——Is there no nurse, and I want you to watch the night?

Hold back and say nothing.Maybe not all families can hire a caregiver as a matter of course, maybe Zhaoyang just wants to hurry up and spend more time with his family during the holidays.

"What's wrong?" Zhaoyang asked, "Are you still filming?"

Jian Xing can't call him in the middle of the night for no reason, Zhaoyang took it for granted that it was a problem at work.

Jian Xing suddenly smiled slyly, "What do you think I am doing?"

Zhaoyang: "..."

Zhaoyang: "I can't guess."

Jian Xing sighed, "Although, senior, you can't cooperate with me just once."

Zhaoyang was still in a daze, his soft and waxy voice had a fluffy texture, scratching into Jian Xing's eardrums, "Um, are you... sleeping?"

"Yes, I am sleepwalking and calling you."

"..."

He is so unpretentious and boring.

But Jian Xing is willing to tease him.

"Which hospital are you in?" Jian Xing asked again.

"what?"

"I have a friend who is a medical student. Let me help you ask if this hospital is reliable." Jian Xing's out-of-the-box friend opened his mouth and came.

"..." Zhaoyang gave him the name of the hospital without thinking too much.

"Okay, senior, drink more water, your voice has changed." Jian Xing hung up the phone after telling her.

Zhaoyang looked at the interface of the phone screen where the call had just ended, and was stunned.

Father was sleeping soundly, and everything was normal.When Zhaoyang came out of the ward, he wanted to sit in the corridor for a while, but the place was so dull that he couldn't stay any longer.

He came downstairs, walked into the cold wind, and sat down on a bench at random.

The drowsy early morning was completely awakened by Jian Xing.

Jian Xing is to him what a scale is to a person who wants to lose weight.I understand the truth, but can you not let me face the cruel

reality.

Just a few days ago, he had spoken out loudly to Jian Xing, plausibly saying that he was unwilling to be mediocre.

Now being forcibly reminded by reality, he is just an ordinary and small ordinary person.

Even more ordinary and smaller than ordinary people.

My father's illness is more serious than expected. He has been in poor health for many years. Now he has multiple illnesses, surgery, single ward, and follow-up long-term recuperation... This number is shocking.

Zhaoyang is an only child, and his parents always wanted him to go back to his hometown and stay in peace, but he insisted on going out, and he had to do it in his own way. When he had a big fight with his father, he was so angry that his father had a stroke and was hospitalized. Still going to break through.

He knew that many relatives poked his back and called him unfilial. He thought about this question for a long time, whether he was really unfilial, whether it was really wrong to insist on what he wanted to do.

After much deliberation, I couldn't think of a standard answer.

But the crime of unfilial piety that thousands of people pointed out is so serious, how dare he not be afraid.

I had no choice but to do my best to make amends for the crime I couldn't get rid of.

Over the years, most of the remuneration Zhaoyang received was sent back home.He knows that his parents, who have lived in a small county all their lives and toiled for an acre of land, have no concept of such things as "dreams" and "values". Concept, that is the only criterion that can measure success - money.

Then he gave all he could have.

This barely maintains the fragile balance between him and his parents.He knows his parents love him and want him to be well.This kind of love is very narrow, so narrow that the purpose is clear, the boundaries are clear, and in a sense, it is reckless, and he must accept it.

A person is born like a lottery.Once you draw this family, it will be bound to you for the rest of your life.

Although never promised, there is no way to deny it.

An unexpected situation broke Zhaoyang's whitewashed peace for many years.

As soon as Zhaoyang arrived home, his mother cried at him, and his relatives surrounded him, accusing him of being so busy that his son was so busy that he didn't even know he had collapsed.After finishing speaking, they all looked at him anxiously, thinking that he should be able to spend a lot of money and solve all the problems that can be solved with money on the spot.

Zhaoyang embarrassedly asked his mother in private how much savings the family had, and his mother stared blankly at him on the spot. Within half a day, all relatives knew about it.

This time the backbone poked through the back of the paper.There are people who are glamorous and glamorous, have been in Vanity Fair for 7 years, spend their days and nights outside, and when something happens at home, they can't even get a penny, and they have to use the old man's coffin.

Zhaoyang was too lazy to explain, too lazy to argue.

I have imagined countless times, when one day, he walked across the red carpet, stepped onto the podium, and received the trophy and microphone in the eyes of everyone, who would he thank.

Maybe I can only thank myself who has been persisting and never giving up.

More likely, this vision will never come true.

The night wind was cold, and the knife scraped across the skin.Zhaoyang sat alone on the bench, with his arms resting on his knees, his body arched, his head lowered, his hair brushed against his face, and he stared at the ground unfocused.

I don't know how long I sat there.

Until someone shouted, "Senior?"

After 10 seconds, Zhaoyang raised his head blankly.

It was not an illusion, there was a person standing in front of him.

She was wearing a long gray trench coat, which made her figure more slender, and she was windy even when she was not walking.

Looking up, Jian Xing was wearing a thin scarf, put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head slightly, and stared at him intently with a slight smile in his eyes.

Zhaoyang got up slowly unconsciously.

Zhaoyang really didn't do it on purpose, but at that moment, the tears that had been held back in his heart for 800 million years, turning around in his eye sockets without breaking out, slipped from those big eyes without warning, First one after another, and then one after another, the springs gushed down.

Probably the weighing scale came in front of me, and I suddenly cried very sadly.

Jian Xing walked up to him step by step, opened her arms, and hugged him gently but so logically.

And rubbed the back of his head.

"Cry if you want to."

Zhaoyang grabbed the clothes on Jian Xing's back and leaned tightly on his shoulders, just like the third brother was in the arms of the elder brother that night.

There was no sound, only tears pouring down like rain.

The two stood there stupidly, but fortunately there was no one here, only the night and a dim yellow street lamp for company.Feeling that Zhaoyang was tired from crying, Jian Xing took off the scarf and put it on Zhaoyang, then grabbed the corner of the scarf and wiped away the tears for him.

After wiping, he raised his index finger and scraped off the remaining drops of water on his eyelashes.

Going down, lightly touch the tip of his reddened nose.

Zhaoyang froze, Jian Xing also paused.

It was a completely subconscious action, and he had never done it to anyone else.

But it seems like it was born the same.

Zhaoyang's eyes were wide open, the eye circles were also the same red color, and a little swollen.

There is no such thing as a senior, a little boy who has been wronged.

Zhaoyang was stunned for a long time before he realized the current situation, clumsily broke away from Jian Xing's embrace, took two steps back, and sucked his nose.

Jian Xing smiled and asked, "Are you ready to cry?"

Zhaoyang: "..."

Another day of self-isolation.

"...Why are you here?" Zhaoyang asked.

"I feel like someone needs me, so I'm here." Jian Xing still smiled.