Since the makeup photo came out, it has gone viral on the Internet.
When Jiahe is busy, he changes the script, and when he is free, he browses the web to see what Yi Wenze's fans have to say.
In fact, she has always felt that screenwriting is a good career. She doesn't need to work. She only needs to sit and chat with the editor and other screenwriters. , do not have to endure the heat and cold of the studio, it is the only career choice for otaku.
At this moment, staring at the hundreds of replies under Yi Wenze's scarf, she has another reason for self-satisfaction.
Today's play is her favorite one. The hero and heroine and a group of children from aristocratic families compete in front of Wu Zetian for calligraphy and brushwork.
She specially greeted the announcement in advance, and asked Jojo to take herself to see it, but of course it turned out to be a look of contempt and a promise not to say anything else.
As she thought about it, she thought about changing the black down jacket to completely drown herself in the studio, so as to avoid any further embarrassment. Fortunately, the director and the assistant director of this game have never seen him. They only made comments on the script through Director Jiang. They only need to stand in a certain corner, and no one will care.
When in a trance, msn automatically logs in and jumps out of the news box.
The dazzling headline immediately swayed her eyes: Tianchu was exposed to an extramarital affair first, and a certain agent in Taiwan refused to respond.
The words are not big, but shocking enough.
Jiahe's heart skipped a few beats, almost suffocating. He was even more shocked than when he saw Gu Yu hugging his department supervisor's shoulder.
She quickly contacted the latest gossip news, thinking about the cause and effect. In front of her was the stairwell of the press conference. Yi Wenze leaned against the wall and finished smoking a cigarette. The first sentence she said was to let the two go away separately, so as not to avoid it. Make her misunderstood. Her heart was burning and burning, and when it was burning her up and down, Xiao Ou had knocked on the door and told her that she could go.
She put on a coat and got into Jojo's car. The actor arrived on the set early to prepare. Naturally, there were only the driver and Jojo in the car.
Qiaoqiao lowered her hair and texted without raising her head: "Networm, have you seen the news?"
Jiahe hummed and continued to burn his heart.
"Your idol is so aggrieved," Qiao Qiao licked her lower lip, and just about to raise her head, there was another text message, and she hurriedly opened it to continue, "Tianchu debuted very early, and he was not popular in Hong Kong, and he went to Taiwan and was brokered again. People can't even afford to eat. If it weren't for Yi Wenze, she would never be popular. Well, after running out, I'll just go with the more popular ones."
A bucket of oil splashed, and Jiahe ignited a real fire of three flavors.
"Hey, you said," Qiaoqiao finally took the time to look at her and said seriously, "what ability does that woman have, how can she hook up someone else to marry her? You are a screenwriter, you are the best at being a character, help me analyze and analyze it. "Because every love must be lost, Qiao Qiao's hatred for marriage has reached a certain level, completely shielding Jia He's mood, and directly discussing Tian Chu's skills.
Jia He stared at her brightly and said decisively, "Because Yi Wenze has a good character."
Jojo was ashamed, raised her mobile phone, and continued to send text messages.
When Jia He and Qiao Qiao arrived, the director was staring at the monitor and discussing, Liao Jing was wearing a down jacket to accompany him, the lighting engineer and assistant in the field were lighting and lighting, the staff were talking in a low voice, and the equipment was moving. The noise, the excited voice of the assistant director telling the actors about the scene... All the commotion and noise made her nervousness that she managed to relieve re-involved. Jiahe subconsciously swept around the set, trying to find a place to sit.
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But unexpectedly, I saw Yi Wenze.
The light where he was located was very dark. Looking at it from this angle, he could only see him with his head slightly lowered, standing behind the desk and raising a pen to write. Because of the heavy rain last night, the weather was a few degrees colder. There was no heating on the set. Everyone was wearing down jackets, but he only wore a casual shirt with cuffs rolled up to his elbows, and even the folds were extremely neat.
The ink-colored pen tip landed on the snow-white rice paper, and it was instantly smudged, and a line of words was drawn out.
As for Yi Wenze's star profile, Jiahe is absolutely recited, from songs he likes to animals he hates, but she never knew that he could calligraphy with calligraphy. She suddenly became curious and wanted to see what his calligraphy was like. . At this moment, the costumer just started to greet Yi Wenze to change her costume. She took the opportunity to quietly walk to the table, and quickly glanced at what he wrote, her heart skipping a beat.
The words are strong and lingering, and the stylus is very deep. It is the confession of the male protagonist to the female protagonist in the play, and it is also her most proud sentence:
Don't be afraid of thinking, just be afraid of being late, since you have already taken hold of it, you will live up to it in this life.
"Good word." Qiao Qiao rubbed her side and looked at her.
"Of course." Jiahe whispered.
"It's really good," Qiao Qiao glanced at Yi Wenze, who was talking to the director. "Even after being soaked in a dye vat for 20 years, it's also a pickle with a lot of connotation."
"Can you describe my idol without using pickles?" Jiahe looked at her with contempt.
"I'm short of words, and I'm not a screenwriter," Qiaoqiao picked up the rice paper and said to Yi Wenze with a smile, "Mr. Yi, would you mind sending me this word?"
Yi Wenze was called by her, glanced here, nodded to the two of them, and said hello: "Write it casually, if you like it, take it away."
Qiao Qiao smiled and deliberately said thank you in Cantonese, and immediately folded the paper in half and handed it to Jia He.
All eyes are on, Jiahe Petrochemical.
When it wasn't, and when it wasn't, Qiao Qiao had already pulled her bag and stuffed it in.
The assistant director sat aside and looked at Le He, and said casually, "Qiao Qiao, you are using your power for personal gain, and you have brought in all the fans." Qiao Qiao snorted and patted Jiahe on the shoulder: "Assistant director, this is the screenwriter. ."
Reputation, completely ruined...
Jiahe resignedly greeted the two directors, feeling like she had a dick in her bag, and couldn't stay any longer... She smiled stiffly, ripped off Qiaoqiao's coat, and gave a kill eyes. Qiao Qiao acquaintedly withdrew her intention to introduce Jiahe, and said with a haha that she would go to another show, and walked out with Jiahe.
It was not until the black curtain was lowered that Jiahe sighed sadly at the blue sky.
To join in the fun without dying, she should have thought that from the start of the press conference, this drama has become a stage for her image to collapse.
But since they came out with Qiao Qiao, they always had to walk around symbolically. The two of them sent the driver away, drove the car, and turned the other scene. In order to avoid the embarrassment of going back, Jiahe refused to leave. The two spent the afternoon in the same place as the other scene. It wasn't until the night, when the sky was overcast with a dark winter rain, that Qiao Qiao answered the phone, saying that today's play was going well, and she finished work early and asked her to go to dinner together.
After joining the group, this was the first time she had dinner with the crew. Jojo chose a larger restaurant. Before getting out of the car, she saw a group of people chatting lively in the lobby, pointing to a row of food from time to time. Looking at the face of the handsome girl with high quality, you can see that it is also the same crew filming in Hengdian.
Yi Wenze changed out of his costumes and wore only simple sportswear, and since he got out of the car, he has easily become the focus of everyone.
The younger actress in the lobby immediately looked like radar, fixed on him through the glass door, looked excited, and lowered her head to communicate. Jiahe had been depressed for the whole afternoon, and was finally awakened by these naked adoring eyes. You see, Yi Wenze has fans everywhere, and he is not too out of the ordinary...
Yi Wenze had a calm expression on his face. While calling his manager in a low voice, he opened the glass door for Jiahe.
"Thank you," she said.
Yi Wenze smiled and hung up the phone quickly. A Qing, the assistant behind him, was already holding the door for him, and the two walked into the lobby.
"What do you like to eat?" He stopped in front of a row of physical photos and took a closer look.
"Steamed buns addicted to gluttony! Ben's peach calls Zong Niu Buds, Jun Tear Cape Nursery Shun Shu
Actually, I don't like meat...
Yi Wenze nodded and asked for two copies.
"Mr. Yi," Qiao Qiao ran over and pointed upstairs, "I'll order food, you go up first." After speaking, she also arched Jiahe with her shoulders. Jiahe stared at her, and when she saw her smile, it was definitely the look of a prostitute.
When the two entered the private room, everyone was laughing and chatting, occasionally talking about the undecided actor candidates. Jiahe deliberately sits next to Xiao Ou, and sees Yi Wenze sitting across from him, he is relieved. For actors who only have one or two lines, it is absolutely right to go to the Actors Guild to find them. Even Xiao Ou is too lazy to listen, but Jia He listens with interest.
After all, it is the story that he made up, and he has great affection for everyone, even the maidservant.
A few people were talking, and suddenly stopped. The assistant director looked at Jiahe seriously: "To be honest, our screenwriter is quite suitable. There are only two scenes, so there should be no problem."
Jiahe was taking a sip of tea, and immediately swallowed it with a thud: "I can't, my face is stiff when looking at the camera, let alone the camera."
After a little distraction, why did the topic come to you? Thousands of beauties in the Actors Guild are on standby, why are you tossing her? Jia He innocently glanced at Qiao Qiao who was sitting next to him.
"I don't have much to order, just make do with it," Qiao Qiao straightened her hair and was about to touch her phone when she noticed Jiahe's look of help, and said in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
"There is a role that has not been decided yet, and I want the screenwriter to make a cameo." Xiao Ou looked at Jia He sympathetically. For someone who was born without talent for acting, this kind of thing was simply torture.
Qiaoqiao narrowed her eyes with a smile, ignoring the text messages on her phone: "Not bad, what role?"
"A certain concubine of the male protagonist." The assistant director added forcefully.
Qiao Qiao smiled and gloated: "I remember that the male lead was given n marriages, but they were all left in the cold. Only the female lead was in my heart? It's very challenging."
What you want is inhuman.
Jiahe was desperate again.
At this time, the salesperson had already started serving dishes one by one. The glass turntable kept steaming dishes, and they passed one by one in front of Jiahe. The assistant director took out a lighter, lit a cigarette for himself, and handed it to Yi Yi with his hands on the fire. In front of Wen Ze, he said casually, "What do you think of Teacher Yi?"
Yi Wenze pushed down the turntable, and the steamed buns were addicted and fierce, and Su Si Yatang was comparable to the young gulls, the juvenile gulls, the thumbs, the squirrels, the scorpions, and the condyles.