Chapter 27

Why can't Xiao Luo do such a little thing so well? Zhou Ziheng sat up from the sofa in anger, and was about to send a text message to question Ronaldinho when Jiang Yin came back.

"What are you doing in my office? Is there something?" Jiang Yin put down the documents in her hand.

"No." Zhou Ziheng stood up, thinking about whether he should go back and promise other people's things as he should have done, but it is completely untrustworthy behavior to go back on his own in the middle, "Sister Yin, take your car Lend it to me and I'll go home."

Who knew that Jiang Yin directly pulled the chair across from the desk for him, "Hey, don't go, I just have something to tell you."

"Ah?" Zhou Ziheng held the phone with a reluctant expression on his face.

"What? Is there an emergency?"

"It's not very..."

"Then sit down, this is a big deal for me." Jiang Yin sat down to herself, took out a few copies from the thick stack of folders just now and pushed them in front of Zhou Ziheng. No way, Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​going back to find Xia Xiqing, sent a message to Ronaldinho, asking him to bring Xia Xiqing out, and then sat in front of Jiang Yin.

"This is the book I sent recently. There are too many. We sifted through the sieve during the meeting just now. You can take a look at the rest." Jiang Yin poured herself a glass of water on her high heels, "The effect of this reality show is It was really unexpected, since the trailer was released, many people came looking for me, and now the ratings of the first episode are so good, I really didn’t expect it.”

"You thought about it, that's why you forced me to go." Zhou Ziheng, who read the script, rudely pierced through Jiang Yin.

Jiang Yin smiled and put down the cup, "Am I forcing you? I don't think you're happy now."

"Who is willing." Zhou Ziheng pouted, not wanting to pay attention to her teasing, and lowered his head to look at the book. The several scripts in hand are very different, from the core of the story to the form of expression.

"I took a look and found that these directors are all good. Director Li Longli is going to the New Year's Eve. Yu Feng and Shao Shihua are two veteran movie stars, and they are also comedy themes that the audience likes to see. I think it can be considered, although It's not a starring role, but you haven't touched this subject before, you can try it. Director Zhang Bowen's book is similar to his previous XX Award-winning "Murder in Autumn". Male lead, I heard that they are approaching Cheng Songming."

Cheng Songming is an acquaintance of Zhou Ziheng. He worked with him in a movie when he was a child. Zhou Ziheng played his younger brother. He suddenly remembered, "Did Brother Ming win the award for "Lost" last time?"

"The script won the award, and it was nominated for the best actor but didn't win," Jiang Yin sighed, "I guess it's for the best actor this time, so although the team and the book are good, I still don't really think about it. Let you take it. Cheng Songming obviously wants to win the award this time. His role is a blind murderer and has a lot of room for performance. Your role is a policeman. I don't think there is much breakthrough in the setting of the character itself. It's basically making wedding dresses for others."

Zhou Ziheng nodded, "But my fans look forward to my role as a policeman every day."

Jiang Yin laughed, "That's because they have uniforms and think you look good in uniforms."

"There are also doctors, pilots, soldiers..." Zhou Ziheng showed a helpless and doting smile on his face, "Every day, I put P pictures in various uniforms under my Weibo."

"Look at you, if you don't think the current fandom is too boring, I should get you one." Speaking of this, Jiang Yin began to joke, "What's so difficult about the uniform, next time you go home, let your dad borrow a set. Wear it, and give you the epaulettes or something."

Zhou Ziheng's expression immediately became serious, and he frowned slightly, "Then how can you wear it casually?"

Jiang Yin let out a chuckle, "The water meter warns, alright, let's get serious." She took out the bottom one, "And there's this, from the director's qualifications, it's definitely not as good as just now. Those two. Kun Cheng is an up-and-coming director who has made niche independent films before. He is very talented and young. If nothing else, I think you will like this script."

Zhou Ziheng looked at the script, and there were two words on the title - "Following".

The hero Gao Kun was born in a mountainous area in the southwest. When he was 16 years old, he was cheated of money when he went out to work. When he was desperate, he sold blood to survive, but he accidentally contracted AIDS. In desperation, he was full of revenge against the society, just wanted to kill people to vent his hatred, and did not want to die alone, so one day he followed a girl and wanted to attack her, but because of a move of the heroine Lin Siya, he gave up killing. idea.

Lin Siya is a disabled person with autism and her hearing is severely damaged. The two become each other's only friends.

All in all, it's a story of mutual redemption. It mixes a series of extremely realistic elements of AIDS, the bottom floating population, the disabled, autism, the original family, and domestic violence.

"Is the heroine set?"

Hearing Zhou Ziheng ask this, Jiang Yin knew that she was right, and he was really interested, "No, the heroine is a big problem, one is age, too young and no acting skills can't hold back the role, good acting skills can play with you The age of the opponent's drama is a bit inappropriate, and besides, the big celebrity doesn't want to act."

"They've all gone to the film school to find them now, thinking if they can meet a new person with aura. But I heard that the screenwriter is still changing the script, and it has been revised three times before. The role of the heroine has changed a lot. , in short, you prepare your own first, and I will take you to audition in a few days."

Zhou Ziheng nodded, "Have these schedules collided?"

"Cheng Songming collided with this one, and asked me to say, I would rather be a chicken's head than a phoenix's tail. If "Following" can produce the effect of the script, it will definitely have a good reputation at the box office." Jiang Yin came over and patted him on the shoulder. "Maybe you will be nominated at the same time at the awards ceremony next year."

Jiang Yin's consideration is not wrong. Although he is still young, it is never too late or too early to win an award. He looked at the script again, and for some reason, he felt that the writing and the style of the lines were a bit familiar.

"Who is the screenwriter?"

Jiang Yin's cell phone rang, she glanced at it and immediately connected, with a professional smile on her face, "Hey, here we go, Ziheng is on his way..." After being polite and hanging up, she immediately urged Zhou Ziheng, "I almost forgot about the magazine. Go downstairs. I'll ask an assistant to drive you there directly."

Speaking of magazines, Zhou Ziheng suddenly remembered that he has not replied to Xia Xiqing till now.

Forget it, pretend to be dead.

On the way, Zhou Ziheng sent a message to Xiao Luo, asking him if Xia Xiqing was coming, but Xiao Luo did not reply. He couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart, but he thought about it, if Xia Xiqing didn't go, someone there should have informed Jiang Yin.

After being stuck in traffic for half an hour, we finally arrived at our destination. Zhou Ziheng saw Ronaldinho and other staff as soon as he got out of the elevator.

"Ziheng, you are finally here."

Zhou Ziheng strode toward the shed and asked him, "Why don't you reply to my message?"

"Ah?" Xiao Luo was stunned for a moment, "Oh, oh, I gave Xi Qing my phone. He said his phone was out of battery, and he was bored with makeup and wanted to play games."

Hearing this, Zhou Ziheng almost didn't fall, "You gave it to him? Who asked you to give it to him?"

Xiao Luo was also taken aback. It was rare for him to see Zhou Ziheng so excited. He wondered if the relationship between these two people was as bad as the Internet said? No, Xia Xiqing is gentle and polite, and everyone likes it...

"What about you?"

"Ah, yes, Xi Qing waited for a long time, and I was bored, so I gave it to him."

Even his own assistant was taught one by one, Zhou Ziheng was really convinced. It's over, he must have seen all the news sent to Ronaldinho just now, and this time he can't even pretend to be dead.

"Ziheng, this way." The staff of the styling team led him into the dressing room, and there happened to be a very beautiful female makeup artist Shane. She had a lip stud on her lower lip. It was shiny, Shane. It's not the first time I've styled Zhou Ziheng. The two are still familiar with each other, so I've avoided a lot of polite words, "Hey Ziheng is here, just in time, I'll tell you the concept of this shoot first."

Zhou Ziheng nodded and followed her. As soon as he approached the room, he saw Xia Xiqing sitting in front of the mirror. He was arranged to put on a satin silk black shirt, which made his bloodless skin whiter. Now, a makeup artist adjusts his makeup in the front, and a hair stylist does his styling in the back with a curling iron in hand.

Unlike the previous casual hairstyles, Xia Xiqing's black hair that grew to the neck was curled into a very slight arc, half-covering his deep and delicate profile lazily, and the whole person's aura was affected by the makeup and hair. Merry free and easy, into expensive laziness.

While watching, Xia Xiqing who was sitting on the chair suddenly turned his head, and while blinking slowly, he smiled at him with the corners of his mouth crooked.

For a moment, my heart was numb.

Zhou Ziheng's brain was stagnant for a few seconds before trying to recover. He didn't know what kind of expression would be appropriate to respond to Xia Xiqing's smile. After all, they were not even friends, and their relationship was so strange that it exceeded all Zhou Ziheng's knowledge of interpersonal communication in the past 20 years.

Shane took out a few conceptual design drafts for Zhou Ziheng to see, "This is given to me by Lin Mo, this time the style will be closer... Have you seen Hannibal?"

Zhou Ziheng nodded, "Are you going to the horror special?"

"No." Shane laughed, "It's just a similar concept, you are a bloodthirsty murderer or something like that, we might give you a more abstinent look, hahaha, anyway, you've always taken this path La."

"The Murderer and the Victim..."

Reality turned upside down, ironically.

"Almost." The styling assistant pushed over the mobile hanger with a row of clothes on it. Shane walked over and took out a white turtleneck sweater from the top. Then he went to the accessories area to find a pair of gold glasses and a pair of surgeons. Gloves to be worn during surgery.

Zhou Ziheng, who came out after changing his clothes, just sat down when he heard the makeup artist next to him telling Xia Xiqing the spoiler of "Escape from Heaven".

"Oh, Xiqing, just tell me, I won't tell anyone else."

Xia Xiqing smiled lightly, raised his eyes and looked at the makeup artist, "What should I do, you won't watch the next episode after I tell you."

"I will definitely watch it! I will take the whole family to watch it together."

Seeing the gentle smile on Xia Xiqing's face, Zhou Ziheng was not very happy in his heart, he pulled the collar of his sweater and stared at himself in the mirror.

"Ah, Xiqing, what's wrong with your lips? I just found out." The makeup artist was about to put lipstick on him, but found a deep wound on his lips, "all covered with blood."

The perpetrator couldn't help but glanced secretly in the mirror, only to see Xia Xiqing still smiling, with an unimportant look on his face, "I was bitten by a dog."

You are the dog, so I was kissed by the dog. Zhou Ziheng snorted in his heart.

"Really? Hahahaha you must be lying to me."

"I lied to you." Xia Xiqing's eyes dropped, "I accidentally bit it."

The makeup artist didn't go any further to investigate the reason, but felt it was a bit difficult to do, "Shane, his wound has scabbed over, and he can't get any color on it. What should I do in the later stage?"

Shane, who was discussing the hairstyle with Zhou Ziheng's hair stylist, walked over and checked it. It was really serious. "I'll go and call Lin Mo. He has obsessive-compulsive disorder and is very troublesome." Shane left after saying that. powder room.

The boss said something, and no one in the modeling team changed their actions. The empty Xia Xiqing turned his face to the side. In order to prevent his hair from rubbing against his makeup, he also had two small silver clips on his head, which looked very cute.

This face that everyone unanimously rated as an angel, looked in the direction of Zhou Ziheng from the mirror, and confirmed that he was also blowing the shape and met his own line of sight. Xia Xiqing opened his mouth slightly, raised his upper teeth slightly, and moved slowly. He bit his lower lip lightly.

Once again, Zhou Ziheng felt the illusion of a heart palsy, he rolled his eyes and looked in the opposite direction.

Such an action, like a code word, is known only to the perpetrator and the victim.

To be precise, it is the perpetrator who is full of guilt, and the victim who uses the other party's excess morality as a bargaining chip.

Not long after, Shane walked in again, followed by the great photographer Lin Mo. To be honest, this is not the first time that Xia Xiqing has met Lin Mo. He met at a party when he was studying abroad, and he seemed to have said a few words, but after a long period of time, his memory was a little vague, and he only knew about him and himself. All the same, they are all people whose names are outside.

There was a slight deviation from the image in his impression. Lin Mo, who was wearing a leather coat, had a round inch, and his neck was full of tattoos that could not be seen. As soon as he walked in, he saw Xia Xiqing with a smile on his face.

Xia Xiqing didn't feel anything about him, but his usual disguise made him habitually put a smile on his face.

"I heard that your mouth was hurt?" Lin Mo walked to Xia Xiqing's side, "Let me see how serious it is." As he spoke, his hand was about to squeeze Xia Xiqing's chin, but Xia Xiqing flashed back calmly. Now, he reached out and ripped his lips.

"It's really serious."

Shane on the side suggested, "Actually, you can't tell if the P is dropped."

"P what?" Lin Mo smiled, "Haven't you heard the saying that a beauty's wound is also a work of art?"

Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting beside him with his eyes closed and blowing his hair, heard this, opened his eyes, and frowned slightly.

"Well, let's change the concept. Your group now has a special effect makeup artist. Now go and call him over and draw a wound on Xia Xiqing's face." Lin Mo tilted his head and looked at Xia Xiqing's face carefully, "Just On the right side, cheekbones down." Shane responded, leading the already useless makeup artist away. Lin Mo walked to the knife cabinet and found a pair of scissors. Lin Mo took the scissors and circled Xia Xiqing twice.

Xia Xiqing probably guessed what he was going to do.

The sound of the hair dryer stopped, the hair stylist couldn't find the spray to use on the dressing table, so Zhou Ziheng had to wait, and she went to the car to get the toolbox. Zhou Ziheng nodded, and after watching the hair stylist leave, he turned his head and stared at Xia Xiqing and the person beside him, his back molars clenched unconsciously and clenched.

Lin Mo reached out and grabbed Xia Xiqing's black silk shirt, cut a slit below the rib cage, pulled it with his hand, and then cut another knife on his shoulder, placing his finger on the cut. , tore it apart, and the sound of the cloth breaking was particularly harsh in the silent dressing room.

"I didn't expect that after going around, we would meet again in China."

The word reunion is really a subtle one, Xia Xiqing sneered in his heart, as if they had an affair before.

"It's really fate." Lin Mo put his hand on Xia Xiqing's shoulder, looked into the mirror, his fingers gently rubbed the exposed skin where the shirt was torn.

Xia Xiqing frowned quickly, how dare this disgusting fellow dare to flirt with him?

His patience was long overdue.

Just when Xia Xiqing was about to have a seizure, what he didn't expect was that a hand went past him and grabbed Lin Mo's wrist, and raised the hand that was on Xia Xiqing's shoulder.

Zhou Ziheng's height and aura are naturally oppressive, even if he doesn't say a word, just a look is full of deterrence.

Lin Mo was stunned for a while, he really didn't expect Zhou Ziheng to step in, he couldn't help laughing, "Ziheng, you are..."

"It's all in the same circle. You and I don't take offense at many things. But..." Zhou Ziheng's chin was slightly raised, his eyes looking down at Lin Mo were extremely cold, but the corners of his mouth were raised.His voice was low, slow, and meaningful.

"My fan is not deep in the world, and I feel it is necessary to protect him."

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Xia · Inexperienced in the world · Xi Qing

Zhou·My wife's shoulder cannot be touched by anyone·Ziheng