Bao Xuetong knows how stubborn Xie Nanting is. A few years after his debut, Weibo became popular. Since then, he has persuaded Xie Nanting to open Weibo. But it was rejected, and it took so many years for it to be rejected.

The good news came too suddenly, and Bao Xuetong agreed without thinking. He didn't ask Xie Nanting why he suddenly figured it out, for fear that he would go back on it and register in two or three times. Before handing over the account number and password to Xie Nanting, Bao Xuetong symbolically warned: "Don't post Weibo randomly, don't like it randomly."

He knew Xie Nanting's character, and he was actually quite relieved if he didn't act like a demon or do anything. After finishing the task at hand, he fell asleep contentedly, looking forward to seeing the hot search on "Xie Nanting Kai Weibo" when he woke up early tomorrow morning.

After Xie Nanting got the account, he tossed and turned for a long time. At 11:00 in the morning, he posted a Weibo: "Do I look good?"

Then he was taken aback by the enthusiasm and madness of the fans. His number of fans is constantly rising, in stark contrast to the miserable situation of the trumpet. That Weibo was continuously forwarded, liked and commented on. The original comments were like this:

"Lifetime Series!!!"

"Is this really Mr. Xie? It's not my eyes? It's not a high imitation???"

"We will finally not be homeless children in the future!"

"You look good, you are the best!"

"Call for Mr. Xie's prosperous beauty!"

"..."

After a long revelry, someone finally said, "This question is very difficult. Please post a selfie with the examiner to give us poor candidates a hint."

This seems to have said what everyone's heart was saying, got the highest praise, and was immediately pushed to the top, and the people below neatly shouted the slogan: "Post a selfie! Post a selfie!"

Xie Nanting didn't care, he scrolled from top to bottom for a long time, but he didn't see a comment that he was not good-looking. He just came, Heizi had not yet arrived on the battlefield, and the gangster was not ready to fight, so the comments were surprisingly consistent and peaceful. This made him unable to find an excuse.

So, can he unilaterally declare that he is not good-looking?

In the early morning, Xie Nanting's name was on the hot search, and Song Zhaoshui saw it when he woke up the next day. She suddenly remembered the account of the real lady, logged in and saw that it was about to explode. Someone in the Weibo group @she asked her to follow Xie Nanting and forward his Weibo.

She moved her finger, clicked Follow, forwarded Weibo, and commented in the tone of most female fans: "Of course it looks good, Mr. Wuli Xie is the best!"

After saying this, he shivered for a while. She feels that if there is a suitable candidate, let this number go out, she has no energy to manage.

Then she switched back to that trumpet, and Xiao Xie never replied. Song Zhaoshui thought amusingly that the other party might have been frightened by her straightforwardness and shamelessness.

Song Zhaoshui thought that the Weibo posted by Xie Nanting was inspired by Bao Xuetong.

No matter how cold the characters are, they should also "inadvertently" reveal their cute or friendly side to surprise fans.

Xie Nanting has a cold temperament that doesn't care about anything. He doesn't fight or grab, calmly like the bottomless lake water, which attracts the portraits to explore what secrets are hidden under the water.

At this time, Bao Xuetong patted Xie Nanting on the shoulder: "The first one is very good, and I will leave it later."

Rare is the most precious thing, and if you do it once in a while, fans find it cute. If you do too much, some people will feel that the design is broken.

Naturally, Xie Nanting would not do it a second time. This time, he had been hit hard and had a hard time talking. He looked at the column of retweets on Weibo, "Master Xie's real wife" has been pushed to the top because of the largest number of retweets.

What does Song Zhaoshui want? Is this still unclear?

Xie Nanting frowned and became entangled. Bao Xuetong thought he was dissatisfied with his suggestion, and explained: "If you ask too many questions like this, fans will think you are greasy. You are not too young, and you will soon be middle-aged..."

Xie Nanting glanced at him, Bao Xuetong swallowed back the words of the middle-aged old man who was about to blurt out, and put it another way: "Fans like your face, but more like your acting skills."

The tone of his voice was a little uncertain. Bao Xuetong feels that a lazy actor like Xie Nanting is still popular to this day, and this face has made a lot of contributions. In this era, there are too many good-looking people, like spring chives, one crop after another, and it is impossible to finish cutting them. Many people become popular with one face, but they don't have much acting skills.

On the contrary, there are acting skills, but those who lack good looks are forgotten by the audience.

Xie Nanting is not very concerned about this. He basically does not interact with fans on weekdays. He has a big brother as a backer, and he is very good at it. He never lacks acting. Bao Xuetong babbled for a long time, but he hardly put it into his ears.

He read the chat record over and over for a long time, and asked a little cautiously: Isn't it good to serve tea and pour water?

Song Zhaoshui was filming at the moment and didn't reply to him in time.

The few scenes to be filmed today are all about her. The troupe leader passed away, but she had to accompany Zhou Shulang to celebrate Sun Gu's birthday, so she couldn't go to express condolences. To make matters worse, Sun Gu ignored the favor and summoned the entire troupe to sing for him.

The actors on the stage babbled and babbled, and the pink, pink, water-green figure turned like a limp butterfly.

Zhao Qingyue has been refusing to show anything, and even chatting and laughing with people as usual. However, he accidentally drank a few more glasses of wine, and after returning to Zhou's house, he was crying in the room alone.

Song Zhaoshui couldn't cry, Li Shu had endured her for a long time. From the scene of the banquet, Song Zhaoshui's performance was indescribable. Even if he looks as usual, he should show a bit of depression. But she didn't, and there was not even a trace of sadness in the corners of her eyes and brows.

The stage plays she performed in college were all for students of the same age, and everyone's appreciation level was uneven. As long as the actors don't act too dramatic, memorize their lines well, and perform well on stage, they will basically receive warm applause.

Li Shu is different. He has been a director for many years and has seen countless actors act. Who is good and who is not, and where is good and where is bad, you can see at a glance. His personality is too big, and his talent is too big, so the more he gets mixed up, the worse he used to be, and he relies on one or two previous movies with good reputation to maintain his appearance. He was originally dissatisfied with this casting, but Song Zhaoshui behaved obediently for a few days later, which gave him a lot of expectations.

The result is now revealed again.

Li Shu suppressed his anger: "Cry, don't you cry?"

After all, she was an actress, and he didn't say anything too harsh. The assistant director was busy trying to smooth things out: "Hey, can't we just lower the eye drops? It's alright, don't..."

Li Shu's anger suddenly shifted, and he looked up and down at the assistant director: "Eye drops? Ah? Oh, this is crying! Eye drops, tears are there, what about the expression? The blue veins on his face can't come out, what's the matter? use?"

The studio was silent, and everyone was silent. Ji Yue looked at this side from a distance, the expression on his face changed slightly. After thinking for a moment, he planned to say a few words for Song Zhaoshui.

Before he could get close, another figure had already arrived.

"I'll teach her." Xie Nanting nodded to Song Zhaoshui under the surprised gaze of the others, "Follow me."

Is Xie Nanting a generous actor? Song Zhaoshui silently followed. There is no need for her to refuse the opportunity to learn.

Xie Nanting is tall and has long legs, and he walks with great strides. Song Zhaoshui stepped on the small high heels and had to walk faster to keep up. The air conditioner was turned on in his lounge, and as soon as he entered, he was filled with cool air. The irritable mood subsided a lot, and Song Zhaoshui felt a little embarrassed after realizing it.

She felt like she was holding the crew back.

Xie Nanting, who had his back to her, looked a little unnatural. He cleared his throat: "Why can't you cry?"

At this point, he also regretted it a little. Specifically, he didn't know how to teach either. He can act, and naturally he will cry in various ways. But on the spur of the moment, called someone over, and couldn't say anything.

Song Zhaoshui didn't know how to answer this question. How many years has she not cried?

Apart from the uncontrollable physiological tears when she was injured, she couldn't remember the last time she cried. Sometimes she suspected that she was cold in nature, and her adoptive parents took her back, but she was not moved to tears. If the adoptive parents have their own children, she doesn't care if she doesn't care.

What does it feel like to be heartbroken? She has never experienced it.

"I don't know." Song Zhaoshui smiled, "I just can't cry, maybe because I rarely cry."

Xie Nanting raised his eyebrows slightly. Who was the one who cried and begged him to accept his confession in front of him last time?

"You put yourself in the role of Zhao Qingyue," Xie Nanting took out the script and carefully analyzed the character's mood for her. "You should think about it in another way, if you are Zhao Qingyue......"

Song Zhaoshui knew that she should be sad, but the sadness was too flat to make her cry.

Xie Nanting talked for a long time, and finally glanced at Song Zhaoshui with a look of dead wood, and pushed open the door and went out.

Song Zhaoshui thought to himself, it was over, and he was so bad that he was given up by the teacher.

After a while, Xie Nanting came back with a bottle of liquor in his hand: "Would you like a drink?"

Song Zhaoshui crossed three black lines on his forehead. What kind of coquettish operation is this?

Xie Nanting explained: "Many people cry more easily after drinking. I told Director Li, you can try it."

Li Shu may be a little desperate. He feels that he is at the end of the road, and he is stuck at the tip of a bull's horn. He has to be serious at this point.

Song Zhaoshui hesitated for a while before nodding: "Then try it." She had no experience of being drunk, so she didn't know if she would cry.

Xie Nanting poured a full glass boldly and handed it to her. Song Zhaoshui let out a laugh, this way of drinking, she will not get drunk, she will only die. She took out a cup and poured out half of it: "Half is enough."

Liquor is spicy and fragrant, and the taste of sipping it is almost incomprehensible.

Song Zhaoshui had drank it before, but he drank very little. After drinking half a cup, he felt that his whole body became hot. His belly was burning like a fire, but his mind was sober. Just a little bit unable to control her tongue, she heard herself say, "Xie Nanting, help me drink the rest."

Xie Nanting's eyes were full of surprise, as if asking if she was crazy.

Song Zhaoshui resolutely pointed to the other half of the glass that didn't move, and said in a commanding tone, "You, drink it."