After being on variety shows, I will draw big cakes for the actor

night.

The auditions for the crew didn't end until eight o'clock.

Because I finally interviewed two actresses who are good in every aspect, the director was in a good mood, and when he packed up his things and left, he chatted with Yan Cheng with a smile all the way.

"The heroine can almost be decided, and it's in the scheduling period. Now there are some small roles that haven't been picked up yet. Do you have any recommendations? There are not many roles, and the acting skills don't matter. It's fine to guide them hand in hand. The main thing is that the image should be more suitable. "

A figure flashed in Yan Cheng's mind, but it was fleeting.

"Not yet, but I can ask for help."

He doesn't talk much and is not enthusiastic, his tone and attitude are always just right, alienated, like everyone.

The director knew his character, so he asked one more question: "Really? Wasn't there a female artist in the variety show you were on? It is said that she has helped you twice, so don't you recommend it?"

Yan Cheng's eyes fluctuated, and he said with a slight smile, "I recommended a play to her before, and she probably doesn't have time to come and play a cameo."

"That's right. An important role is definitely better than a small one. But new actors don't have many scenes, and it's good to run around in the movie more. If you think she's okay, you can push her over to see. We've also worked together twice, I believe Your eyes."

After crossing the corridor, the director patted his arm again and said, "This kind of human relationship has to be appropriate, otherwise it will be unsightly. You can push her a few more plays, it depends on her own ability, anyway, you have done your best Yes. Of course you have to be careful—”

"What if it's aimed at you." The director said meaningfully.

After all, she is good-looking and well-connected in the circle. With these conditions, both men and women are very popular.

Yan Cheng laughed.

If Zhong Jiuyin came to others, she wouldn't be like a hooligan who just kissed and didn't want to take responsibility.

At most, she aimed at his lips.

After leaving with the director, Yan Cheng took out his phone and looked at it the first time he got in the car.

No news.

Some people don't buy after using up the number of trials. What is the difference between following up the supermarket's behavior of only trying to eat but not consuming.

The arc of his mouth was flattened again, and he sat in the back seat expressionlessly.

"The show starts at nine o'clock tomorrow, and I'll take you back to the nearest apartment?" Sister Xu asked from the front.

He said "hmm", thinking about the meeting tomorrow morning, he didn't know how that wild hooligan would react.

"By the way," Sister Xu said again, "After you posted a clarification on Weibo, fans are already picking up on Zhong Jiuyin's first rescue of you."

"I also cut and analyzed the clips you first saw in the first episode of the show five, six, seven, and eight times, and by the way, brought up the hot searches that you both had in the first episode."

Yan Cheng knew that the hot searches in the first issue were not good entries, so he consciously didn't ask.

But Sister Xu said it very intimately: "It is the entry of her hero saving the beauty and bravely tearing up the beautiful man's clothes."

Yan Cheng: "...um."

Seeing his gloomy face, Sister Xu laughed unkindly, and asked him again: "You don't seem to be in a good mood, is it because you are too tired from auditioning and acting?"

"Fortunately."

Sister Xu: "That's something else... Oh, I don't ask. Adult men, who doesn't have emo secrets."

"..." Yan Cheng raised his eyes and looked over, Sister Xu shrugged, turned back and stopped talking.

He glanced at half of his face in the rearview mirror again, then lowered his head to look at his phone.

Still no news, he even logged on Weibo twice, clicked in and out, and clicked in again, not knowing what he was doing.

There is nothing else to do without looking at the mobile phone, and there is nothing to do while looking at the mobile phone. The air in the car seems to be very impetuous.

After a while, when the car stopped and waited for a red light, sister Xu suddenly heard someone in the back seat ask a nonsensical question.

"What is the psychology of those who only try and don't buy?"

Sister Xu glanced out of the car window, there was a 24-hour shopping supermarket over there, it was still early, and people were coming and going.

She thought that Yan Cheng asked because of his research on social phenomena in his career as an actor, so he asked because of a sudden feeling, so she answered without thinking:

"What else could be the reason? The food is not delicious. Or it's expensive, and the price-performance ratio is not high."

Yan Cheng was heartbroken: "...Is it just these two reasons? What about the customers?"

Sister Xu: "The shallow income can't support the high price, and it's because the things are too expensive. Unless it's so delicious that you can't forget it, then you can buy it even if it's expensive."

So after all, it's all because the food is not tasty and expensive.

Yan Cheng couldn't help thinking about it, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he refused to continue the chat.

Sister Xu still found it strange that he suddenly stopped talking and turned his head to look. He was looking out of the car window with a cold face.

The inside of the car was dark, with only a faint light coming from the dashboard. Most of his body was plunged into the darkness. The lights from the street outside illuminated half of his side face, forming a watershed at the high bridge of the nose, and the jawline was in a contrast of light and dark. , the superiority is particularly obvious.

Forget it, Sister Xu thought, maybe a grown man who looks extraordinarily good-looking is when he is extra emo.

...

The next day is Saturday.

The fourth issue of "Infinite Variety Show" has begun.

Zhong Jiuyin listened to Qian Yu's suggestion, during this period of time, he was a man with his tail between his legs, striving to be a pioneer in the industry, playing the earliest card, showing the most friendly smile, and not giving others a chance to catch black people.

So she was the first one to arrive, braving the cool wind in early autumn, she found a random step outside the car to sit and eat breakfast.

The dry whole-wheat bread was too shabby compared to the delicious burritos served by the two little assistants next to her. It made her feel that half of the bread was from the northwest wind, and she couldn't swallow it for a long time.

Yuan Yi was the second one to arrive. When he got off the car and saw her, he ran over with his eyes lit up.

Zhong Jiuyin didn't care whether he ate or not, and handed him a piece of bread.

"I'll see you off, let's eat together."

Then he turned his head and asked the two: "I don't have enough breakfast, share yours with me."

Erkou: "..."

After eating a piece of meat in the burrito, she felt alive, and asked Yuan Yi with a smile: "You came so early, and the manager urged you to get up early?"

Yuan Yi bit the bread, nodded, showed hesitation again, and took out a postcard from his jacket pocket.

When she was handing it out, the movement was so small that no one would notice it. Zhong Jiuyin went to the right to smell the burrito, and he retracted it. When she turned around, he carefully lifted it a few centimeters forward, and repeated it two or three times before handing it over. to her.

"Here..." he swallowed, "a souvenir for you."

Zhong Jiuyin was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he remembered that they had indeed talked about this topic yesterday, and took a glance at it.

"It's really grass, you even wrote your name." She looked at the two sides with admiring eyes.

"I am interested, thank you. Just pretend that I have been to that place too."

Yuan Yi smiled, leaned over and pointed out to her where the grass was dug out in the photo.

They sat and gnawed at the same bag of bread and seemed to have a very good relationship.

When Yan Cheng arrived, he saw them talking and laughing, the scene was harmonious and loving, and the assistant next to him couldn't get in.

-

Yan Cheng: So it's all because I don't taste good enough?

Zhong Jiuyin: (Smash, smash, mouth) It's okay, it's quite kissable.

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