Chapter 21

When Xue Tingyun called and asked the crew concerned about the filming progress, Wang Ziye replied, "That's it, it's okay."

Xue Tingyun understood, but the progress was not very good.

In the 798 Art District, a rival scene between the heroine and the supporting actor is being filmed not far away.

There were several fans and passers-by tourists in the distance, holding DSLRs or mobile phones to take pictures.

Wang Ziye rested temporarily under the sun umbrella, and said to the phone, "I'm not busy or tired, the crew lunch is delicious, and there are many handsome guys in the crew, very comfortable."

Xue Tingyun said, "Is it so good? I also want to see the handsome guy."

Wang Ziye said the name of the supporting actor who was filming, and said, "You Baidu Yiha, you are really handsome."

"I'll take a look." Xue Tingyun said, but he didn't actually do anything. After a few seconds, Void commented, "It's okay, not as handsome as me."

"That's true." Wang Ziye said, "I'm not as handsome either."

The two arrogant handsome guys laughed softly.

Xue Tingyun asked: "Is it because the rival actor is not good? Or is there something wrong with the script behind?"

Wang Ziye smiled and said, "It's all a little bit. But it doesn't matter, it doesn't have much impact."

In terms of script, it can only be like this, and it is powerless.

He had met the screenwriter twice in the hotel. The teacher stayed up all night writing flying pages every day, with an indwelling needle for infusion stuck in his hand, looking like he might die suddenly at any time.

The actress who plays the heroine is very easy to get along with, has a good work attitude, obeys all the arrangements of the crew, is beautiful, and has a good temperament.

She is not a professional, nor is she talented, she can only perform the three-way axe taught in the crash class.

To play this kind of script, these three tricks are enough, and it would be overkill for an actress who can play the fourth trick.

Therefore, the problem of this play is not driven by the will of the screenwriter and actress. If they complain, they can only be incompetent and furious in a closed room like Wang Ziye.

Xue Tingyun said: "I want to visit the class. I've been too busy these two days. I'll see if I can spare half a day next week. I'll tell you in advance if I go."

"Don't use it when you're busy," Wang Ziye said. "You're concentrating on scientific research. I'm fine here, and I don't miss you either."

Xue Tingyun immediately said: "I miss you every day so much that you can't eat or sleep, are you worthy of my affection for you?"

Wang Ziye couldn't be beaten, and doubted, "Is it true or false?"

"It's fake." Xue Tingyun said, "Morality kidnapping Dafa, pick someone at random who misses me, just you."

Wang Ziye laughed. Because he was too happy, he lost his mind and lost sight of his teeth.

"Artists pay attention to expression management!" Xiang Wan said.

She squatted beside her and waited for the assistant director to call them to shoot. She hurriedly reminded her brother that if a passerby or a fan took an ugly photo, it would probably become a black picture that would never be taken away for a lifetime.

Just as the assistant director gestured to prepare, Wang Ziye said goodbye to Xue Tingyun and hung up.

Xiang Wan took the air cushion powder box and loose powder, and gave the artist a simple make-up for the hot weather, and quietly asked: "Mr. Xue called you, why don't you take the opportunity to complain to him a few more words of bitterness? Call him I feel sorry for you."

Wang Ziye, who was photographed as a loose fan, closed his eyes and said, "You are so bitter (why are you so bitter?) Oh (very bitter)."

"..." Xiang Wan had nothing to say, and clapped the powder puff on his brother's face.

Wang Ziye rarely talks to Xue Tingyun in detail about the problems he encountered in various crews.

Xue Tingyun hardly watches TV dramas. He has a lot of things to do in school and laboratory. He rarely takes a break and wants to follow up and serialize comics. He rarely wastes time on TV dramas.

Now there are too many dramas engaged in fraudulent marketing. Only in the very few boutique dramas whose national reputation exploded after the broadcast, he would take a few glances when he was not busy with meals.

Wang Ziye doesn't watch it very often either.

Most of his own dramas can only be watched at the beginning, and soon his brain is deprived of oxygen, and he shuts it down immediately.

Sometimes it is inevitable to see some spit videos of his starring dramas, and the vomit hurts his feet. He went from restless to relish, and it took two dramas. Now he also charges the UP main coin to charge, so vomit When rewarded.

Every time the two talk about the current situation of the film and television industry, they each have a lot of unpleasant things to say.

Saying it can't change the status quo, no one can do this unless a mechanical seance.

For example, a big guy who fell from the sky, watching the drama of the crew, waved his hand, invested in the reorganization of the core team, improved the soul of the whole play, respected the story more, respected the creation more, and took the audience seriously.

Sounds good, pretty good.

But the essence of this is not the logic that whoever is the investor has the absolute right to speak? Looking forward to a mechanical seance is equivalent to agreeing with this logic. Under this logic, there is no possibility of changing the status quo.

——The sex life is so discordant that they can still be together for more than two years, and they are locked with each other by default. There must be some mysterious forces that resonate with opinions and resonate souls.

In fact, once they got out of bed, even the words like and love were rarely used accurately, but both of them knew very well that the emotional value he could provide me was overwhelming. The reverse is also true.

In the university, Xue Tingyun's office.

Two master students came to hand in the experimental data, and they were able to study for a master's degree at the Chinese Academy of Sciences. Of course, they were not stupid. They knew there was a problem. They were afraid of being scolded, and carefully observed Dr. Xue's face.

"It's really hard for you to do this." Dr. Xue said cheerfully, "It's all my fault, I'm too anxious, it's time to wait for you guys."

The master students had expressions of "Is it too late to die now?"

Xue Tingyun said: "In this way, you should be ready in 2025? Pack your things and go home first, and then contact us later."

Two master students: "..."

In the end, the two students admitted their mistake and went back to redo it.

As soon as they left, Xue Tingyun leaned on the back of the chair to drink water, but couldn't help laughing. He missed the years of his master's and doctoral studies. His tutor also likes to scold people. As soon as he went out, he looked for a place to shed tears.

At that time, I felt that the experiment was so fucking difficult. I didn’t know when I would be able to post. Why is the road to becoming a scientist so bumpy? Could my tutor stop scold me for being poor and weak.

Thinking about it now, it was really good at that time, rushing forward in one go, to be able to have such a great momentum.

Since Wang Ziye left home and joined the group, he has been busy on his feet every day. The laboratory, teaching area, and home are all three-point and one-line.

Being so busy, the motivation to move forward doesn’t seem to be strong. I often just feel tired, and sometimes I even wonder if I really want to do what I’m doing now, or are I competing with the returnee PI who doesn’t deal with it.

The colleague from the related household who was run away by Xue Tingyun is now following his returnee PI uncle to do the project.

Has Xue Tingyun ever mocked him face to face, but the result seems to be fine, mocking him for useless effort and mocking loneliness.

Going home late at night again, the house is empty, and the door to the opposite room is closed.

Xue Tingyun went in for a walk, opened the window to let in the ventilation, and saw that Wang Ziye's bed seemed to be very soft, so he lay down on it, it was indeed very soft.

How could Wang Ziye sleep on such a soft bed, how could he sleep so hard, his body was hard and his muscles and bones were hard.

Originally, he just wanted to lie down, but he almost fell asleep and was woken up by the phone.

Caller: Yi Kun ugly man.

The last two words mean that after the last meeting, Yi Kun was called "Dr. Handsome Guy" by Wang Ziye, which made Xue Tingyun very upset. Belongs to a type of electronic casting.

Xue Tingyun: "Who?"

Yi Kun: "..."

After the dinner party was so ugly, Yi Kun never contacted Xue Tingyun, and probably felt a little regret about letting his boyfriend down from the stage in person.

"Me." Yi Kun tried his best to pretend that nothing happened, and said, "Don't pretend to be garlic."

Xue Tingyun said, "Ouch, who am I talking about? Isn't this an Internet upstart who has not yet succeeded in making a career out of a strange society, Lord Yi Kun?"

Yi Kun: "..."

Xue Tingyun had a solid yin and yang for a while. Dr. Yi knew that he was wrong, but he held back his anger and said, "Mr. Xue, don't have the same knowledge as me.

Xue Tingyun said, "Come in front of my wife, kowtow three times, and tell him that you know you're wrong, and he says it's over if you forgive you."

Yi Kun said cheerfully: "Okay, another day to come to the door to plead guilty, when will our teacher Wang be convenient?"

"Wait for the notice." Xue Tingyun said, "He went out to film."

After finishing work and returning to the hotel, Wang Ziye sent a message to Xue Tingyun, brushing his teeth in one hand and holding his mobile phone in the other.

I wrote a sentence "What are you doing?" I felt bored and deleted it.

I wrote another sentence "I'm done, are you off work?" It felt more boring, so I deleted it.

Xue Tingyun asked Yi Kun, "Is your girlfriend still from the film and television company?"

Yi Kun said: "Yeah, it doesn't matter, all aspects are quite in harmony."

Xue Tingyun was a little puzzled: "I've been wondering for a long time. After you failed in your business, you went crazy to change girlfriends. What kind of psychology is this?"

"Is it crazy?" Yi Kun said, "There are two more exes in seven months. It's not too much. I used to be busy and couldn't care about it. Now that I have money and spare time, I just want to feel the love."

Xue Tingyun said: "Yes, yes, pay attention to your body."

Yi Kun laughed over there and asked back, "I've been wondering for a long time. I thought you would be single for the rest of your life, so why is there a beauty in your family all of a sudden?"

"Good luck." Xue Tingyun avoided this question and said, "Last time your girlfriend said that the film and television project my wife is going to shoot is not very good?"

Yi Kun forgot a little and said, "I'll ask you."

He was gossiping with Xue Tingyun, sent his girlfriend WeChat to ask, and after a while, he replied, and told Xue Tingyun a general idea, it is really not a good project.

Xue Tingyun listened to him recounting the situation. The investors were domineering, the producers were puppets, and the directors were soft-hearted... It was annoying to listen to.

Yi Kun said: "Why don't you find a relationship with him? Our mother is a veteran and has a lot of face. Go and find an acquaintance for him. Go to Zhang Yimou and Chen Kaige to play a supporting role, and gild it."

Xue Tingyun said, "Our mother doesn't have such a big face."

Really not. Even if there is, he is not good to ask.

The parent-child relationship in their family is very harmonious, but there is a special atmosphere other than family affection.

There are three people in the family, three occupations, and there is a very subtle chain of contempt. This was not established by Xue Tingyun, but from the time he entered the youth class, he clearly felt that the elders spontaneously decided that scientists > calligraphers > actors.

He found an actor to fall in love, which was a huge blow to his parents.

So that he came out very smoothly at the time. His parents heard that he fell in love with a beautiful man, and there was almost no disturbance, and they only asked: Did you find an actor to fall in love? Why don't you want to find an actor?

As for whether the actor is a male, it is not very important in comparison.

In the hotel room, the actor is still brushing his teeth and sending WeChat with one hand.

Write and delete, delete and write, the gums are going to be thinned, the number of words deleted is so many that the slow-writing web writer wants to cry when he sees it: Can you give it to me if you don’t want it? Why is it so extravagant and wasteful?

I really don't know whether he sent WeChat to Xue Tingyun or to Schrödinger. It is difficult for quantum mechanics to explain this shyness.

Xue Tingyun finished the phone call with his classmates and saw a brand new message on his phone.

"Filming is boring, I miss you a bit."