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"Your fans are really happy. When they meet you, they can see the best of you."

Fang Wei was a little envious of those people, but he didn't regret following Song Xinheng for so many years.

Song Xinheng was still very young when he debuted. Although he was not very young, in the eyes of Fang Wei who was in college at that time, Song Xinheng's image of lack of stage experience was very cute, whether it was dancing the wrong dance steps or singing the tune of running , Fang Wei can use a doting mentality as a collection of cute points, whenever there is pressure on school or work, he can be healed by looking out.

When I first saw Song Xinheng on the magazine thumbnail, I still remember that shy smile very clearly.

In fact, not all artists can be like Jiang Qin, who strives to raise the standard and shape themselves before being seen by others.Among the fans, there are many people who are fond of the cultivation system, watching Song Xinheng's group go all the way, just follow this company wholeheartedly.

They will always become excellent, such an idea, one day, it doesn't matter if they are not good enough.

As for whether it has become better or not, no one wants to verify it, or in other words, there is no need to verify it long ago.

For the person who has spared no effort to love for so many years, Fang Wei became confused for the first time, is Song Xinheng working hard?

The filming progressed to the scene before Jiang Qin came on stage, Fang Wei was more willing to turn his attention to Jiang Qin than adding sadness to Song Xinheng's poor acting skills.The refreshing and motivated young man made people feel good. Noticing that Jiang Qin was still carefully observing the plot of the set, Fang Wei rummaged through the lines, and heard him say: "That person, he changed the lines himself just now. "

Needless to say, I know who changed the lines. Rather than improvising, it is better to say wrong sentences upside down.

The script was still in Fang Wei's hands, he was stunned for a moment, realizing that Jiang Qin might be more familiar with Guangsheng's lines than Song Xinheng.

"Because in order to understand the plot, it is impossible not to read the script repeatedly." Jiang Qin, who is very demanding of himself, lives up to his name, not only memorizes his part of the lines by heart, but also studies the opposite scenes of the two leading actors very clearly.Sure enough, when Jiang Qin came on stage to play against the male lead, even though Song Xinheng was not in the frame, everyone present felt the sharp contrast.

As expected of someone who has studied the characters so seriously, Fang Wei secretly thought, glad it wasn't Song Xinheng who played against Jiang Qin.

No matter how thick Fang Wei's fan filter is, he still can't tell nonsense with his eyes open.Compared with Song Xinheng's playful performance, Fang Wei stared at Jiang Qin's performance intently. The state of that person on and off the field was completely different. superior face.

Jiang Qin's name was searched on Weibo, and the number of followers just exceeded [-]. Fang Wei did not even think about it, and clicked on the follower with his trumpet.

Even though the number of fans is only one-thousandth of Song Xinheng's, Fang Wei was deeply abused by the gap he saw with his own eyes.At any rate, he is also a person who has acted in several plays. When Fang Wei was helping to clean up on the sidelines, he wondered if it would be better if he didn't come with him today.

After temporarily finishing work, when Song Xinheng put on his coat and walked to the sidelines, Fang Wei was holding scraps of paper in the dustpan.Choosing the chair that Fang Wei had sat in, and drinking the water that the assistant unscrewed the bottle cap, Song Xinheng asked, "Is it boring to sit here alone?"

"Fortunately, there were other actors chatting with me just now." Fang Wei stopped: "The chatting is quite interesting."

Song Xinheng also likes to chat, but only with acquaintances, but he is really not good at finding suitable topics.After a short silence, I was embarrassed to talk about the topic of last night. The caring Song Xinheng thought about it and asked Fang Wei how he was doing just now.

This person is the best at praising him. Song Xinheng remembered Fang Wei's copywriting, which proved that the Chinese Department is really not for nothing.

The praise is really ruthless, even for a narcissistic person like Song Xinheng, he felt a little embarrassed after reading a few paragraphs last time.

"It's very handsome, just like the person in the script came out." Fang Wei choked for a moment, he couldn't say anything against his will, he just wanted to be able to fool the past. Song Xinheng was quite happy when he heard it at first, and then reacted Come over: "Are you talking about acting skills?"

People may be very obsessed with what they don't have, Fang Wei thought for a while: "Acting is still very natural."

After all, whether it is a modern drama or a period drama, Song Xinheng plays Song Xinheng. When he gets angry in the drama, it looks like Song Xinheng complaining in Fang Wei's memory.I remember that when a director was asked about Song Xinheng’s acting skills, the director’s answer was that Song Xinheng has a face that is very suitable for being an actor. Although it is impeccable, it is extremely malleable and it is worth looking forward to.

At that time, Fang Wei picked up this passage to praise people everywhere, but now he finally understands that the director praised his face, not his person.

Song Xinheng nodded, and suddenly said: "I think it's okay, but there should be a lot of room for improvement."

Fang Wei kept silent, glanced at Jiang Qin in the distance, and turned around to take out the trash before Song Xinheng wanted to say anything else.

Lunch was eaten at the crew. As expected, Song Xinheng’s lunch was especially special among the ten-yuan standard boxed lunches for the crew. The crew specially asked someone to order it at a restaurant dozens of kilometers away. delivery.As a big traffic player of the crew, Song Xinheng, the flower of Gaoling, usually eats alone, but today is different, there is an extra Fang Wei beside his marble table.

Compared with Song Xinheng's steaming luxurious meal, the cold shredded pork in Fang Wei's lunch box was quite desolate.

"The order was made the day before, so I didn't mention your share." Fang Wei expressed his understanding, rubbing his cold hands, and there was something extra in the box before the chopsticks touched the rice. Fang Wei felt warm, There was a wave of waves in my heart that I didn't expect.

Even if it was just because of what happened last night, Fang Wei felt Song Xinheng's tenderness for the first time in the soft and golden meat slices.

"Why are you looking at me like that," Song Xinheng said, and handed some pieces of fish to Fang Wei: "This is delicious."

Fang Wei nodded, and obediently took the chopsticks to enjoy this rare lunch. The sliced ​​meat was wrapped in cold rice, and the simple lunch box was stained with a luxurious aroma. Fang Wei ate it with a sense of happiness, and only chewed it a few times. The expression changed subtly.

Song Xinheng raised his head and met Fang Wei's gaze, which was very different from the way he usually looked at himself.

"Don't you eat ginger?" Song Xinheng glanced at the ginger spit out by Fang Wei: "I ate this to prevent colds."

Obviously he picked it out because he didn't like ginger, and Fang Wei had to be 25 years younger to believe his nonsense.

The victim lowered his eyes, the spicy taste brought him back to his senses a little bit, and made him resist the urge to stuff the ginger back into Song Xinheng's lunch box.Fang Wei ate his own shredded radish silently, only thinking that those few pieces of fish looked disgusting.

Confused by the lame tricks for a while, he just remembered that Song Xinheng didn't like fish at all.

Giving fish to himself, telling himself what fish is delicious, is all deceiving.