The follow-up story of the face-based failure

Cheng Pengfei heaved a sigh of relief as the last click sounded.

It was a little late today, and after the makeup artist removed his makeup, he said, "You use this hair oil, it seems... are you allergic?"

Cheng Pengfei took the mirror he handed over and looked at it. Sure enough, there were small red rashes on his scalp.

"Where's your manager? I'll ask him to take you to the hospital." Big A said, ready to call someone on the phone.

Cheng Pengfei shook his head and said, "Brother Xu didn't come, I have other things to do."

"Why do I feel that he hasn't been here? He's the only one who is busy. Isn't Dong Dashen's manager busy? This is the third time this month."

"Brother Xu has other artists to bring along."

Big A became angry when he saw Cheng Pengfei's muddled appearance, and after getting along with him for half a month, he sorted out his temper.He looks quite tempered and stabs his head, but he doesn't really care about anything.

"You are not his artist!"

The voice was a little loud, and someone outside glanced at the dressing room.

Only then did Cheng Pengfei touch the rash, and said, "I have some ointment, just wipe it on yourself later." Seeing what big A wanted to say, he immediately said, "Thank you brother A."

"Tsk, call her Miss A." Big A said and didn't care about him, and walked out with her waist twisted and shaken.

Afterwards, there were scenes of wearing a suit and tie. Cheng Pengfei began to hate the people of that era, why did they have to use hair oil.

Don't know it's easy to be allergic?

The original rash seemed to spread out, and the first few spots were itchy badly.

Cheng Pengfei stretched out his hand and scratched it, oily in one hand.

He sighed and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.Heard someone on the phone.

"I let it go, um. When will the money be called to me? Oh, don't worry... Keep it so that people can't see it. How dare I put it in a public place. If it hurts Dong Dashen, I'm afraid I will eat it." I can’t walk around.” The man’s voice was a little softer, and he said, “I put it in the hair oil, and that stuff is what he needs for his role.”

The man said that he was about to flush the water to get out of the toilet, Cheng Pengfei stepped out and hid in the alley outside the toilet door.

That person is still on the phone, don't worry about taking one bite at a time.

Cheng Pengfei took a look, it seemed that he was from the props team.

After filming today's scene, Cheng Pengfei and Dong Chuan took the same car back to the apartment.

Dong Chuan was still thinking about the plot with the script, while Cheng Pengfei on the side seemed to have nails under his buttocks, neither sitting nor standing, in short, twisting and twisting.

"you're uncomfortable?"

Cheng Pengfei swallowed the words, pursed his lips and said, "It's okay."

Dong Chuan took a few more glances at him, lowered his head, took out his cell phone, and sent a text message to Ru Ming.

[What happened to Cheng Pengfei's solo scene today? 】

[Nothing happened, it's just that I was out of my mind for a while in the play, and Director Chen said a few words. 】

After saying a few words, it's not enough.

Dong Chuan looked at Cheng Pengfei, who was sitting upright, not playing with his phone, just sitting and looking out the window.

Cheng Pengfei went back to the apartment and took a shower, then squatted on the ground and rummaged through the boxes.

The phone rang, he pressed the speakerphone, and continued to search.

"Brother, you haven't found it yet?"

"No, I might have forgotten it."

"I can't, Mom packed the boxes for you. Wait until I ask Mom." Xiao Ming said nothing for a while, and after a long time, a woman spoke, "Hey, Xiao Fei, look under your jeans .”

Cheng Pengfei took out his jeans and said, "Well, there's nothing underneath."

"Ah? Why not? I remember I stuffed the small medicine box under there."

Cheng Pengfei sighed softly, picked up the phone and said, "It's okay, I'll ask the director for leave tomorrow to go to the hospital, don't worry."

"Oh, why are you allergic? Is it serious, Xiaofei?"

"It's not serious, auntie, really, just catch up tomorrow." Cheng Pengfei heard Xiaoming's mother talking, and his voice slowed down unconsciously, and said, "I'm afraid it will be all right tomorrow, so there's no reason to ask the director for leave. .”

After all, the other end just hung up the phone, Cheng Pengfei endured the itching, and prepared to take another cold shower.

As soon as the door was opened, Dong Chuan was at the door, holding a cup of hot milk in his hand, and said with an unclear expression, "Allergy?"

The nights in the mountains are always a bit colder, Cheng Pengfei put on Dong Chuan's coat and huddled in the back seat of the car.

It was pitch black outside the window, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

Cheng Pengfei didn't sleep much these days thinking about the script. He stared at Dong Chuan in a daze, and fell into a soft embrace after a while.

With a light perfume smell.

It was already early morning when we arrived at the hospital. Dong Chuan patted Cheng Pengfei on the shoulder. Seeing that he was still confused, he put on a hat and mask and dragged him to the hospital from the underground parking lot.

Afraid of causing trouble, Dong Chuan opened a ward directly and asked the doctor to come and see.

Fortunately, the doctor's professional ethics is excellent, and he didn't react too aggressively when he saw a talking and panting actor in the hospital.

"It's a little serious, you, why didn't you come to the hospital earlier."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dong Chuan slashed at Cheng Pengfei.

Cheng Pengfei knew he was wrong, so he pursed his lips and remained silent.

In addition to the ointment, Cheng Pengfei didn't expect to need an infusion.When seeing the nurse coming in with a skin test needle, Cheng Pengfei froze.

"Dong...Dong Chuan."

Dong Chuan was still talking about allergens with the doctor, and when he heard his call, he stepped into the ward and said, "What's wrong?"

"Can I not get an injection?"

"No."

Cheng Pengfei's whole face was wrinkled, as if regretting that Dong Chuan should not have known.

Dong Chuan smiled at his rare childish face, greeted the nurse, and then said gently to the boy who was already stiff on the hospital bed: "Don't look over there, look at me."

The nurse shook her hand and almost inserted it elsewhere.

Cheng Pengfei gritted his teeth and didn't look over there. He only felt a pain in his wrist, and then there was no movement.

"This, this is gone?"

Dong Chuan sincerely frightened him, saying: "How many times in a while."

Seeing Cheng Pengfei's pale face, Dong Chuan turned his head away and laughed muffled.

After the infusion, Cheng Pengfei subconsciously touched his head, and just as he raised his hand, he heard a pop, and a three-finger red mark immediately appeared on the back of his hand.

Dong Chuan looked up at him, withdrew his hand and said, "Don't scratch."

"..."

Seeing that Cheng Pengfei could barely hold back the itching, Dong Chuan said: "I'll ask you to take a leave of absence for a few days, and I will ask someone to go to the town to buy new hair oil. Take a good rest, it doesn't look expensive, why are you so Are you prone to allergies?"

Thinking of what he heard outside the toilet that day, Cheng Pengfei blinked at Dong Chuan, thought for a while and still came out of the tray.

It doesn't matter to him himself, he is an amateur after all.But that person can touch him, maybe one day he wants to touch the male lead.Cheng Pengfei thought of Dong Chuan's kindness to him, and it would not be a bad thing to mention him.

But Dong Chuan didn't think of Cheng Pengfei's devious ways at all, just hearing someone put something in his hair oil made his whole face look long and stinky.

Dong Chuan endured it for a long time, and asked with a stiff neck, "How do you want to solve it?"

"I haven't been stabbed before, so I don't know how to dig the person behind."

Dong Chuan snorted coldly, the entertainment industry is like this, watching who makes friends with whom, and doesn't know what stumbling block behind his back.

"Then leave it to me?"

Cheng Pengfei glanced at him.

To be honest, this person really has no reason to help him so much, but in the end, I really have no contacts, and I can't check anything, so I can only use the old method of the old way.

"Row."

Dong Chuan felt relieved when he heard this.He took out his U-shaped pillow from the back seat of the car, stuffed it around Cheng Pengfei's neck, and said, "Go to sleep, the mountain road is still long."

Cheng Pengfei was also unambiguous, and fell asleep smelling the faint scent of perfume on the u-shaped pillow.

Dong Chuan's face was still stinky, and he stared at the front row.

The driver felt a stabbing pain in the back of his head for no reason, so he had to sit up straight and look at the road, for fear of encountering a stone or something, which would drive the film king mad.