Chapter 3 "Where Are You Playing Now"

Just after the new year, the temperature in Qinhuangdao had already dropped below zero, and the rough sea breeze on the roof was rushing and fast, making people numb.

After the early morning, the director called for the recording intermission and asked everyone to gather at one o'clock. Bai Yan had not received training before entering the base. He had been sitting for seven or eight hours without giving any response. Well, probably enough shots of him and Goscar have been taken.

The outdoor environment was horrific. Most of the players chose to go to the prep room or stay in place to rest. Goska was chattering like a perpetual motion machine that didn't stop. Bai Yan escaped by going to the bathroom and walked behind the shading cloth. When came out, saw the stairs leading to the top floor.

The building where the studio is located has only five floors, and there is an undeveloped beach not far away. Some biting wind is pouring in from the cuffs of his trousers. Bai Yan climbs up in the dark and sees the half-open iron door on the roof.

As soon as he stepped into the rooftop, he was keenly aware of someone inside. Bai Yan was standing under the corridor lamp in the corridor and saw a figure of the moon lingering behind the clouds. He was tall and broad-shouldered. A little orange fire.

The iron door made a creaking sound, and the man with his back to Bai Yan quickly extinguished the fire in his hand and turned his head.

"Why are you here?" Sui Yi's face was hidden in the night, her expression changed a few times, and she asked him a little complicatedly: "You came to me?"

Bai Yan felt helpless to be misunderstood, gave an expression of denial, and turned to go downstairs.

"Hey!" Sui Yi called him, in a very urgent tone.

Bai Yan stopped and stood there silently.

Sui Yi walked into the light at the entrance of the rooftop, her expression was not very good, she held a mobile phone in her hand, and said, "Why are you running up here alone?"

Bai Yan stared at the uneven floor on the roof, his voice was muffled: "Just breathe."

"Is it cold?" Sui Yi lowered her head and asked him, "Let's go down first."

"Go down first." Bai Yan felt that he didn't want to stay with him.

Sui Yi showed a somewhat disapproving expression he hadn't seen in a long time: "What are you doing here so cold, let's go down together."

A feeling of powerlessness and loss of control filled Bai Yan's heart, he raised his head and looked into Suiyi's eyes, and refused directly: "I want to be alone, can you go down first?"

After a long silence, the sensor light went dark, and the night wind seemed to suddenly become stronger, making the corners of the clothes of the two of them whirring. Bai Yan found that he had fallen into the usual depression again, and immediately gave up entering. On the rooftop, he finished looking at Suiyi and walked towards the corridor.

Bai Yan took two steps deep and one shallow, when he stumbled on the floor with poor quality decoration and fell down facing the stairs.

Sui Yi grabbed him in the darkness, held his arm to straighten the person, and the phone he was holding just fell to the ground almost at the same time, waking up the lights in the corridor with a snap.

Bai Yan only wore a sweater, and the touch of Yi's palm was easily transmitted to his arm, and the dim yellow light sprinkled on the ground, like a layer of honey that was not very obvious.

After a while, Bai Yan calmly broke free from his hand and said softly, "Thank you."

Sui Yi looked at him with a complicated expression and asked, "Why did you come to participate in this show?"

"Why?" Bai Yan asked back.

"This show is not good at all." Sui Yi was a little anxious, and after speaking, she felt a little naive: "This place is very hard, and it is not suitable for you, why do you want to come?"

Bai Yan glanced at him and said in a light tone, "What's wrong with this show?"

"I must have invited you because I had a plan for you." Sui Yi was a little incoherent, frowning at him, "If your scars are exposed later and malicious hype is made, what will you do?"

The induction light flashed twice, Bai Yan looked at him in disbelief, probably Sui Yi hadn't spoken to him in such a long time, making him a little strange.

Sui Yi got very close, grabbed his arm with one hand, and put the other hand on the dusty armrest, as if he was wrapping him around the corner, and the side of his face near the ear seemed to be sweating a little, and the foundation Some mottled, slightly downward peach blossom eyes with bloodshot eyes, looking straight at Bai Yan.

Bai Yan took a few more seconds to look at it carefully, and chuckled softly.

"Where are you acting now?" Bai Yan's tone was cold, "Is there any drama with deep affection?"

Sui Yi paused, the corners of his mouth tightened and he didn't speak.

"Of course I came to participate because they gave money." Bai Yan said calmly: "They give money, I give topics, reasonable transactions, what's the reason?"

"..." Suiyi opened her mouth and said nothing.

"It's you, old classmate." Bai Yan looked at him with a half-smile: "What do you want?"

Sui Yi bit her lip: "I just worry about you."

"I have nothing to worry about." Bai Yan took a step back and clasped his arms as if a little cold, "Suiyi, I haven't seen you for so many years, why are you still so self-righteous?"

Bai Yan took another half step back, looking at Suiyi's changed face unexpectedly: "Why do you think what you think is right? You don't have to worry about me, as long as I don't approach you, there is nothing to be careful about."

"Bai Yan." Sui Yi called him with a little pleading.

"I don't know people like you very well, but if the show team makes fun of me, it's because of you, right?" Bai Yan tilted his head and looked at him indifferently: "I graduated from the same class as my tutor and mixed up like this now. The twice-cooked pork, or else the tutors support, and the desolate former classmates are criticized."

"It's nothing more than that." Bai Yan's tone changed.

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, "I've thought about it, nothing."

Sui Yi stood in the shadow of the corner, unable to say a word.

"It's not that I haven't thought about it, so don't tell me this again." Bai Yan looked at him as if asking: "Let me get in there safely, okay?"

The corridor was quiet for a while, then Sui Yi held his fingers and moved slowly a few times as if to soothe something, and then gently let go.

"Suiyi." Bai Yan said again, "I know it's easy for you to do anything now, but I'm not. Don't talk to me again, okay?"

Sui Yi looked at him and didn't say good or bad. He lowered his head and took off his jacket, pulled Bai Yan and stuffed it in his hands, before saying after a while, "Okay, take care of you."

Bai Yan's expression became a little resisted, but he still caught the coat and watched Sui Yi bend over to pick up the phone and go downstairs in silence.

Sui Yi walked a little slowly, and disappeared at the end of his sight after a few minutes. Bai Yan looked numbly at the jacket in his hand. Keep warm.

The iron door on the rooftop finally closed slowly, and the crisp sound of metal collision pulled him back from his thoughts.

Bai Yan sat on the steps slowly, and inexplicably found himself shaking slightly, probably because the temperature dropped sharply in the second half of the night, and the wind blew his nose sour, and his vision suddenly blurred.

The wind outside the iron gate was still roaring, Bai Yan felt a little heat inside the jacket, and a drop of water gently hit the fabric, making a subtle sound.

The recording equipment was debugged until exactly one-thirty, before Chen Xiaolong nodded reluctantly and asked the coordinator to call all the players back. Bai Yan blew the wind for a while, and went into the bathroom stall with a pale face, and just stayed there for a while. heard low voices of discussion outside.

"I'm so fucked, why don't I just be a tutor," said a boy with a southern accent.

Someone echoed: "Oh, this is enough for me to play for a year, and I let him sing alone."

"What do you think we are better than! Just declare Yi Shengqing to be o." Another boy with a northern accent said.

"Suiyi can also boast, Niu B!"

The southerners said more and more vigorously: "Who knows what's going on behind the scenes, it's not that Suiyi has climbed up to now..."

Bai Yan quickly pushed the door open, the plastic door handle slammed against the wall, and said without a smile, "Borrow it."

The three of them froze in place, their mouths half-closed.

Bai Yan pushed away the hunchbacked yellow-haired contestant in front of him, his tone was not very good: "If you don't leave, the electorate has called the door several times." Before they could speak, he walked out the door.

"Who is he?" The person behind him was inexplicable.

"let's go."

After the equipment was adjusted, the entire auditorium seemed to be placed on a huge operating table, and the pale light hit everyone's head. Bai Yan touched the fish for a long time, and he began to observe the people around him, full of colors. The corners of the eyes of the two articles, the smooth clothing fabrics that can see the outline of the human body, can't hide everyone's sleepiness.

After calming down, he suddenly became curious about Suiyi's past few years.

Asi lives outside the resources on the fourth and fifth floors. He has hardly filmed well in the past three years, and he hardly ever spends time beside the camera as he is now. Sui Yi has been on the rise since graduating from the Northern Film Academy. Although he intentionally blocked news related to Suiyi, he always knew that he was very busy.

It should be often like this, staying in the cramped temporary dressing room, tired all day with bloodshot eyes, and then smoking a cigarette on the rooftop like just now.

Bai Yan wanted to resist his chaotic thoughts, but the more he resisted, the more he thought of other things.

On the day he went to sign the contract, he seemed to be suddenly encouraged. The separation between him and Suiyi did create an obvious gap: he seemed to be still rushing about his life, and his career planning was in a mess, and Suiyi seemed to be more famous than he imagined. Where did he go? They were all wrapped in applause and stares. This difference made him feel a little unbearable and a little sad.

The sound of the microphone test sounded, Bai Yan looked over to the stage, and Sui Yi packed up and sat neatly on the instructor's seat.

When he was pulling his luggage to the Chase shop, Bai Yan had the illusion of high school days, but most of the boys around him were younger than him, and they were all good looking, so he returned to reality.

"Brother Bai!" Go Sijia had finished recording the stage and was in a very relaxed mood. He quickly found a double canopy bed by the corner, and waved his hand to let Bai Yan join him.

Bai Yan walked over, occupied the lower bunk with peace of mind, and leaned the suitcase against the corner of the wall.

It didn't take long for the lights to be turned off, and the sky seemed to be bright. The rising sun gradually cast a soft light into the house. Bai Yan opened his eyes and saw the light spots cut into four squares by the window, surrounded by snoring. Voice.

Bai Yan got up lightly and walked to the washroom in the next building. When passing the corridor between the two buildings, a girl with short hair greeted him.

"Mr. Bai!" Bai Yan recognized her as the intern coordinator in charge of individual players.

"It's so early?" The girl was surprised, "Aren't you going to rest for a while? It's you tonight!"

"Me?" Bai Yan was stunned.

The girl looked down at her phone, opened a few files, and said, "I have you on the first stage tonight, come on!"

"Okay, thank you." Bai Yan was not in a good mood, and nodded at her with a smile.

In the end, he changed his clothes on stage. The stylist threw his Yishui sweater aside and put on a black satin shirt sponsored by the brand. A circle of silver peony flowers was embroidered on the edge of the buttons, which revealed that it was not very strong. 's chest.

"Not bad! Go! Pikachu!" The stylist winked at him in the grooming mirror, shouting like a quality inspector on an assembly line: "Next!"

After Bai Yan took the stage, he felt that his brain was blank, and the stage lights were very bright. He felt like a boat drifting aimlessly in the vast universe, and it took a while to recover.

Asi bought him a very old song with a cheap copyright, and while buying it, he comforted him. This is called retro.

Bai Yan also thinks it's pretty good, at least he can keep up with the pitch and rhythm of the old songs, and the reverberation at the scene is full. Bai Yan is a little helpless and keeps his eyes straight in front of him, even though it's a vast expanse in front of the lights.

Before the accompaniment was over, Bai Yan heard Go Sijia shouting and shouting from below the stage. The host came over and said routinely, "This contestant, introduce yourself!"

"Hello everyone, I'm Bai Yan, an individual player." Bai Yan also bowed in a routine manner.

"You are twenty-six this year?" the host asked him.

Bai Yan nodded: "Yes."

"There have been two movies before." The host looked at the information on the hand card, "Why did you think of coming?"

"Because the director team invited to sign up." Bai Yan smiled lightly.

"Haha!" The host laughed twice, "Or tell me how you feel now, how do you feel when you see so many younger brothers who are better than you and younger than you?"

Someone in the audience scolded vaguely, and a very light laughter spread.

Bai Yan's expression softened a little, but he still said cooperatively, "I think they are great."

"Then what do you think about the name Twixed Pork?" The host also felt perfunctory and gradually increased the speed of his speech.

"It's okay." Bai Yan thought about it and said, "It's also true, mainly I didn't make much of it."

The auditorium suddenly became dead silent. After the lights were pulled away, Bai Yan could clearly see the instructor's chair facing him. Sui Yi looked at him with a bad expression. God travel.

"It's our instructor's turn to evaluate." The host didn't lift his head, calculating that there is only a zero percent chance of this content being cut into the feature film, "Ms. First, Mrs. Annie."

"Ah, I think the song is great!" Jane Anne leaned closer to the microphone, "You can try dancing in the future, you are in great shape!"

"Thank you, teacher."

"I think you can try rap too!" The rap instructor stuck out his tongue and gestured, "This will make your songs more rhythmic! Be younger!"

The host asked Suiyi again, Suiyi's face was not very good, and he folded the microphone on the table without a pause: "It's good, the next contestant can start."

In fact, the draft scene is so boring