"Teacher Xia?"
"Teacher Xia?"
"ah?"
"It's time to go back."
"Okay." Xia Yitong took two steps, turned around and looked at the elevator again, as if Lu Yinbing was still there.
She doesn't remember herself, but that's okay, she'll remember herself later.
Xia Yitong cheered up and quickly went back to her room to take a shower.
The emotions represented by the expression on her face quickly became apparent. Fang Hui felt that since joining the crew of "Breaking Snow", Xia Yitong has become more motivated, more cheerful, and more optimistic every day.
She started working with Xia Yitong at the beginning of last year. Her previous assistant said to her when she handed over the job to her: "Teacher Xia seems to be easy to get along with from the outside, but she is a little... How should I put it? She is almost like a glass heart, but not a glass heart. She often feels inexplicably lost and pessimistic. You should pay more attention to her emotions in private. Sometimes she works very hard and completely ignores her health. Make sure she takes a break from time to time."
After a long time of contact, it is indeed true. Xia Yitong is cheerful on the outside, but pessimistic on the inside. The pressure of losing the whole game with one wrong move always hangs over her head. She is also very hardworking in her career, like a machine. But after all, the human body is not made of machines, so sometimes Fang Wei finds it scary.
She was like a person running desperately in the endless night, with only a tiny bit of faint light hanging on her, far away, flickering left and right without a direction. She had to keep running, even if she fell, so that she could get closer to the light.
And now Xia Yitong is more like a real person, because the light is just one step away from her. She can stop, take a good look at the light, and then learn how to hug her.
This is a long, sad and sweet process.
Secret love is a bitter emotion, but it is also a great thing. If you have never had a secret love for someone, you don't know how much better you can become for another person.
Under the dim eye-protection bedside lamp, Xia Yitong looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table, which was already pointing to half past three. She put down the script that had been turned to curled edges in just half a month, yawned, put on the sleeping mask and closed her eyes. She said to herself:
"Good night, Xia Tong."
The night wind blew up the long hair beside Lu Yinbing's ears. Lu Yinbing closed the window and walked from the window to the edge of the bed. Xiaoxi had already put the bed and pillow at the angle she was used to. She said, "Miss, the indoor temperature has dropped to 24 degrees. Do you want to take a shower now?"
"wash."
"I'll go get you a new pair of pajamas. Do you want a skirt or pants?"
"Pants, right?"
"OK."
"After you get the clothes, go back to bed. It's getting late."
"Okay." Xiaoxi agreed doubtfully. In the past, Lu Yinbing would ask her to leave after she finished taking a shower. Sometimes, he would ask her to do some strange tasks.
Xiaoxi turned up the temperature to 26, closed the door and left.
Lu Yinbing threw herself on the bed, grabbed the made bed and covered her face with it. In less than a second, she was intoxicated by her own smell and jumped off the bed. She decided to think about the mess after taking a shower.
—I’m poor, so I just want to earn some money to supplement my income and see if there are any opportunities.
—Be an extra
—Not entirely.
-what else
Lu Yinbing closed her eyes tightly, the hot water flowed down her face and across her slender body. She suddenly opened her eyes and realized that the question she asked was ambiguous. I asked if she had any other purpose besides looking for opportunities to be an actor, but this sentence can also be understood as what else she has done besides being an extra. "Not all" can be understood as not all for being an extra, or it can be understood as more than just being an extra. She knew that Xia Yitong had pushed a machine, and she also worked as a makeup artist as she just heard her say today.
What exactly did she mean by that answer
Is that what she thought? If it was the first one, then what opportunities was she looking for by frequently hanging around the film sets
… Could it be her
Lu Yinbing calmly denied this answer, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel excited because of this guess.
Lu Yinbing came out of the shower and applied body lotion on herself, thinking again: But why doesn't she say anything? It's not a difficult reason to do it for me. It's not strange for fans to do anything for their idols. Maybe I'll be moved and give her an autograph or something. Oh, by the way, she has known me for so long, why hasn't she asked me for an autograph or something
Or is it actually the second meaning, that she has not only been an extra, but also has some jobs that cannot be mentioned openly, such as "nude stand-in"... and so on. Lu Yinbing treats all film practitioners equally, including stand-ins. Stand-ins include literary stand-ins, martial arts stand-ins, light stand-ins, etc. They are everywhere, but they are often hidden behind the stars and are unknown. The most special among them are nude stand-ins, especially well-known stars, who all have their own stand-ins. Lu Yinbing herself has her own exclusive nude stand-in, who helps her shoot overly exposed shots, and she respects the other party very much. But when she thought that Xia Yitong might have been a nude stand-in, Lu Yinbing felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
Shaking his head to clear the inexplicable guesses in his mind, Lu Yinbing covered himself with body lotion, and walked out of the bathroom in long-sleeved and long-pants pajamas. As soon as he came into the room where the air conditioner had been turned on for a long time, he shivered and quickly got into the quilt. The quilt was also cold, and Lu Yinbing rubbed his arms and looked at the ceiling.
If I had known, I would have asked clearly just now. Why didn't she ask further just now? Strange.
Lu Yinbing couldn't remember what she was feeling at the time. It was as if her brain suddenly short-circuited. Her intuition told her not to ask any more questions, and she really didn't ask any more questions. Damn intuition.
The alarm clock on the bedside table showed two forty, and next to the alarm clock was a transparent glass bottle tied with a blue ribbon. Lu Yinbing had just warmed her hands, struggled for a while, and reached out to the bottle, holding it in front of her eyes to look at it carefully. As she looked, her vision became more and more blurred, and the bottles turned into one, two, three, and four.
The bent arms gradually stretched out and fell on the edge of the bed, the clenched fingers gradually loosened, and the bottle rolled onto a wooden board not far from the ground, making a very light muffled sound. It rolled quickly and rolled under the cabinet in the corner, lightly hitting the wall and stopped moving.
The clean blue ribbon was stained with dust.
Lu Yinbing's breathing was steady and she had fallen asleep. The fingers of her hand, which had been exposed to the air for a long time, moved slightly, as if she wanted to hold on to something, but in the end she held nothing and put it back into the warm quilt. Then the woman with long arms and legs curled up herself, buried her whole body in the quilt, and hummed with satisfaction.
The scar on Xia Yitong's back is so pretty...
Lu Yinbing had slept for less than three hours when she was woken up by the alarm clock. She lay on her back in bed, closed her eyes, and twisted the sheets under her hands into a doughnut, groaning angrily. She almost broke her newly grown nails because she twisted them too hard.
Three minutes later, she called Xiaoxi. Xiaoxi, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, swiped the room card and came in. The first thing she did was to turn off the air conditioner which was set to 28 degrees at night. Then she prepared clothes for Lu Yinbing for the day, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and changed clothes. Before dawn, Lu Yinbing sat down in the dressing room drowsily.
Several makeup artists and makeup assistants spread out various tools and began to work diligently and meticulously on the one-third acre of her face. In more than ten years of high-intensity work, Lu Yinbing has long mastered the skill of sleeping while doing makeup. Not only can she sleep while sitting, she can also sleep while standing without moving her eyebrows at all.
She woke up from her sleep with a start, and both the makeup artist and Xiaoxi were startled.
Xiaoxi: "What's wrong?"
Lu Yinbing frowned and said, "I seem to have forgotten something."
"Did you forget to bring something? Let me look in my bag."
"I don't know. You can look for it."
Xiaoxi looked through it and said, "I brought everything I needed. There's nothing missing."
"Oh, maybe I remembered it wrong." Lu Yinbing asked, "What time is it?"
"It's just six o'clock. The artist named Xia hasn't arrived yet."
"Did I ask you? You're the one who talks too fast."
Xiaoxi stuck out her tongue, she would have to ask sooner or later anyway.
Ten minutes later, Lu Yinbing began to frequently glance in the direction of the dressing room door out of the corner of his eyes.
Xiaoxi said, "I'll go out and see if Teacher Xia is here."
Lu Yinbing said quietly, "Have you read the elementary school textbook "The Death of Yang Xiu"? You know too much."
Xiaoxi left a sentence "You are not Cao Cao", and walked to the door and said: "No, that is clearly a ninth grade text, not an elementary school textbook at all."
Lu Yinbing couldn't see her, so he grabbed a small thing and threw it back.
One by one they are going to heaven.
Xiaoxi opened the door and came in, saying, "I've searched the entire set, but Teacher Xia hasn't arrived yet."
"What time is it now?" Lu Yinbing's face visibly darkened.
"Half past six."
"Is your makeup done?"
"not yet."
Lu Yinbing asked: "Where's my cell phone?"
Xiaoxi handed it to her respectfully: "Your Highness." Then he immediately stepped back and disappeared from her sight.
Lu Yinbing opened WeChat, logged out, switched accounts, logged in, added a new friend, and entered a WeChat ID from memory. The familiar wishing bottle avatar appeared on the screen.
Verification information: I am Ni Siding, a reporter for Entertainment Weekly.
Lu Yinbing: "Xiaoxi, use your WeChat to send a message to Xia Yitong and ask her why she hasn't come yet. If she asks me what I'm doing, just say I'm sleeping in the dressing room."