Because there was still filming later, Chu Chen also came over not long after. He didn't change his clothes specially, but just wore the costumes for the next scene.
Some fans stayed to watch one or two shows, and they all guaranteed that they would not be able to film and video the shooting content.
Compared to Chu Chen, Lan Peirou is the one who has the least burden of being an idol, and when she walked over, the page in her hand was still open.
The next scene was the scene of the three of them. Her assistant brought a bottle of ice water to Chu Chen and Fang Lin.
Chu Chen looked at Lan Peirou and smiled, and recalled: "I was similar to you when I was studying. Sometimes I just stared at my phone without playing games. What are you watching now?"
"It's a normal emotion, you probably don't like it," Lan Peirou was still trying to explain to herself: "What I don't have, is that this plot doesn't end and I feel uncomfortable all over."
"I understand, I understand," Chu Chen followed her words, looked at Fang Lin who had just put the script aside, and asked him, "Peirou and I are probably the same type of college students. I remember that you are not a major. ? Can your university make it easier?"
Fang Lin thought about it for a while, and felt that his resume was nothing to hide, and said openly: "Fortunately, there are no classes after junior year, and social practice is not too busy. I even went to a bar as a resident singer. "
Hearing what he said, Lan Peirou didn't look at it anymore. Her life has always been very standard. She was educated strictly since she was a child, and she continued to live in such a well-regulated way after she went to university. She rarely went to such occasions before graduation, so He looked over with a look of surprise and admiration: "Really?"
Fang Lin also responded with a smile: "Yes, but it's nothing unusual, just singing while holding the guitar."
But Lan Peirou showed a look of admiration and longing: "That's great, then you might be able to sell singles in the future. If it wasn't for my tone deafness, I would definitely like to go to the recording studio every day."
Fang Lin just smiled and didn't say too many details.
He had indeed been a resident singer for a period of time, but it wasn't that he sang so well, it was better than ordinary people.
It’s just that I was anxious to save money at the time, and I went to my roommate’s birthday once, and was encouraged to sing a song. Later, the boss took a fancy to him and took it as a part-time job—he also knew that it was because he was good-looking, sitting there hugging What to sing with the guitar is secondary.
The boss offered a lot of money, and he had no reason to refuse.
He goes two to three days a week. At first he felt a little embarrassed to take that salary, but then he really started to have a regular audience, some who came with hangovers and carnivals, with delicate and heavy makeup on their faces. The girls will be willing to wait for him at the booth at regular times, listen to him sing some less enthusiastic songs, and try their best to ask for his contact information.
He knew that he sang like that, so he picked some less difficult songs. It was not bad for him to stay in the bar for almost a year. I helped a lot when acting.
Hui Yao was born in a draft talent show, and he used to want to train all the artists under his banner to be perfect idols, so he thought that this period of life was not too glamorous, so he never put it in his resume. Noticed this.
At that time, Hui Yao didn't even let him mention it. Now that the contract has been terminated, Fang Lin can finally talk about it as a trivial matter.
"That's great," Lan Peirou murmured looking at him, "That's great. If I really have a chance in the future, I really want to hear it."
Fang Lin was always praised and finally felt a little embarrassed: "Sister Peirou also acted in the MV of the Golden Melody Awards before, those are the ones with strength."
"Can it be the same!" Lan Peirou said nonchalantly, "He is the king of singers, so I just treat it as a job and finish it. He has an idol filter. Unlike you, the friends around him are still different."
Chu Chen also nodded: "Okay, if there is a chance after the finale, I can treat you to a meal by the way."
After all, we have been together day and night for more than half a month, and there are many scenes with each other, so we have become familiar with each other. Finally, the relationship between the actors is not a label relationship, but each has a different experience, a vivid life. They also began to call each other friends, sharing some past events with each other.
Fang Lin felt his heart was full, and he didn't hate this feeling at all.
The professionalism of the few people is still there. Even if there are fans on the scene, it does not affect their performance. Rong Jiu also knows that there are fans, and he has given the actors enough face. In short, the whole visit process went smoothly, and their fans are very satisfied. , and left happily following the car arranged by the crew towards the evening.
Chu Chen and the others still had a show tonight, Fang Lin called off work today, thinking it was still early, before the crew sent out meals, he asked Tao Le to go out to eat together.
They chose one farther away, almost close to the commercial street of the film and television city next door, and each of them rented a bicycle and rode there, chatting while driving.
After sitting down, Tao Le checked with him about the upcoming itinerary. The drama itself does not have many episodes, and the shooting period is less than three months. Fang Lin's scenes are mainly concentrated in the front, and can be finished in one month. After half a month, I changed venues to Zhuhai, and the finale scene was also there.
Now there is only less than a week left for the production team, and they have only been there for three weeks. Tao Le is more reluctant than Fang Lin: "Hey, Lin, should we just finish filming the last scene in Zhuhai? You can leave the group."
"Yes."
"Won't you come back then?" Tao Le said, "I think the atmosphere of this crew is very good, and I'm very reluctant."
In fact, Fang Lin himself thought the same thing, but Tao Le had already said it out loud. If he followed suit and seemed hypocritical, he might as well change the topic and leave the current one behind: "Then what's the plan for next month?"
When it came to business, Tao Le got serious: "There is an appointment for a public service announcement on the next station, and then the commercial that Hailin mentioned for the first time can also be prepared. Brother Xia said that there is another announcement to be discussed, let's see if it can be done. Take it down. By the way, he explained that your Weibo can be opened for a while recently, and Hailin’s unified management of Weibo is not so strict, but it’s better to post as little as possible to cause controversy.”
Tao Le said with emotion: "Sure enough, Brother Xia finally came to take you... Although I know that you will find me annoying if I say it, but I really feel that I see hope, and I won't lie to you. When I prepare gifts for you That's what I thought, even though I only sent out two copies today, there will definitely be more in the future!"
Fang Lin didn't hit him this time, and cooperated very well: "Yes, then you will be an assistant to a famous artist."
Tao Le grinned happily after hearing this, as if Fang Lin would really be popular in a second.
There are big hotels in the film and television city, and there are also many small restaurants. The two found a private restaurant and ordered a few dishes. There was no private room, so they sat in the corner by the window.
Fang Lin is from the south, but he can still eat spicy food. Tao Le is from Sichuan, let alone. The little fat man even asked the waiter for a can of beer and three catties of crayfish. Fang Lin looked at him and laughed: "Then take good care of your body, don't let me get sick from eating before I'm popular, and I won't be able to witness the birth of a new star."
Tao Le wrinkled her nose when she heard him say this: "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me besides getting fatter?"
Fang Lin pointed in front of him, and said concisely: "Happy meal for gout."
But after all, I also took one myself, broke off the head of the shrimp and sat down to eat it slowly.
Because he was wearing gloves, his phone turned on halfway, but he was not free to check.
After eating until his lips were red and oily, he took off his gloves, wiped his mouth, and turned on the phone.
The news was sent by Xia Qi, and the content was similar to what Tao Le explained, but one point was specially emphasized, that is, to allow Fang Lin to be on Weibo a little more recently. You can take the opportunity to set up a character, but you still need to know before doing anything.
The two of them hadn't finished eating for almost two hours. Fang Lin said that he wanted to take a walk nearby to digest food, but Tao Le didn't follow and went back first.
Fang Lin walked slowly through the commercial street with the packaged crayfish, looking in the distance, and the crew was preparing for the night show, and the lights were brightly lit.
I don't know what crew it is. he thought curiously.
As a result, this thought has not yet settled down, but a cough came from behind him.
He turned around and found that the other party was wearing a mask, but it was still easy to recognize: "Meng Jinyu?"
He suddenly remembered, as if Chu Chen had said that the other party didn't get Jing Chuan, but picked up a new play next door, and he didn't expect to meet him.
On such a hot day, he was still wrapped in a long black coat, and looked at Fang Lin with a pair of vigilant eyes. He looked around for a long time before carefully taking off the mask. His expression was not easy to describe, Fang Lin referred to the description in Lan Peirou's favorite novels, it was about three parts suspicious, three parts disdainful and three parts tentative, and the last part he couldn't find an adjective for.
But the pie chart in Meng Jinyu's eyes didn't last long, because before he could speak, his stomach growled.
Fang Lin looked at him amusedly.
It is estimated that he just sneaked out from the set to look for food.
"What are you laughing at?" Meng Jinyu was dissatisfied, "If my assistant hadn't been busy, you wouldn't have seen me."
After speaking, he looked behind Fang Lin again.
"Don't worry, I didn't follow you, and I didn't want to catch your attention." Probably because he knew that he was really valued during the audition, Fang Lin's view of Meng Jinyu had a subtle change. It's still a bit complicated, but at present, I don't think this person seems so bad.
Meng Jinyu cast a heavy glance at him.
…and then the stomach growled again.
Fang Lin saw that his eyes had already started to look at his packing box, so he simply handed it over: "It's still hot, do you want to eat it?"
Meng Jinyu finally looked like "Okay, let's see, I've caught my purpose": "You bribed me!"
"Goodbye." Fang Lin didn't talk nonsense at all, turned around and left.
"Hey wait!"
Probably because he was very hungry, Meng Jinyu reluctantly opened his mouth: "... eat."
Fang Lin turned back: "Big star, it's easy to be photographed eating here, or let's change to another place for you to eat with gloves on?"
The big star condescendingly agreed.
Meng Jinyu looks exquisite, and he eats delicately. It takes three minutes to peel off a shell. The shrimp paste is not too fishy, and the shrimp thread must be cleaned. But he eats every piece of shrimp meat in his mouth very happily, even One more finger lick.
Fang Lin sat aside and didn't bother to help: "Otherwise, you should go to the commercial street to find food by yourself. I look tired. Oh, there is no Michelin in the commercial street."
Hearing what he said, Meng Jinyu raised his eyes and stared at him angrily again, but it was not powerful or fierce, just like a cat with its teeth and claws flaunting its pretentious power.
"No," he said, "delicious."
He peeled the shrimp too slowly, so he chatted with Fang Lin during the peeling process, but his tone was quite stiff: "Why haven't you finished filming yet?"
Fang Lin pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Isn't this waiting to meet you by chance?"
"You...!" Meng Jinyu's face puffed up, but the spicy oil in his mouth weakened his anger, and he was so hot that he was hissing while talking, without any sense of shock, and seemed to blame, "Why do you keep talking?" Barbed!"
Fang Lin raised his hands: "I don't."
Meng Jinyu was busy eating shrimp and ignored him again.
Seeing this man peeling shrimp is a waste of good life. Just as Fang Lin wanted to leave, he heard Meng Jinyu's phone vibrate in his pocket. The other party was wearing earphones and his hands were covered with oil. He was obviously startled by the call, and he was very sure of the caller. Whoever it is, probably specially set the ringtone.
"You, you..." He bit his lip before calling Fang Lin's name, "Can you press the answer button for me?"
Those airs just now are gone again, and now he looks like a wayward and arrogant young man, who is at a loss because a crayfish can't answer the phone.
Such an important call
Fang Lin thought about it, and didn't make things difficult for him, he walked over and pressed the connection button for him, and the caller was displayed as "Y".
Meng Jinyu was too anxious to answer, and when Fang Lin moved away a little, he heard a rough male voice on the opposite side.
"Hey?"
This sound was completely different, Fang Lin watched helplessly as Meng Jinyu spoke in a gentle tone, then moved his position, trying to stay away from Fang Lin.
All of this man's actions were so easy to guess, Fang Lin thoughtfully took two steps back, and heard Meng Jinyu say to the other party: "Well, I'm eating. Have you eaten yet?"
"Eating crayfish."
"No, my assistant stripped it for me."
"Okay, okay."
"Hmmmm."
"..."
He didn't hear the rest clearly, but only remembered that Meng Jinyu's tone was very soft, the crayfish in his hand was blown cold, and he continued to eat after he hung up the phone.
"My friend." Fang Lin actually didn't intend to ask more questions, but Meng Jinyu wanted to explain a little more here without money.
"... Oh." Fang Lin nodded numbly, "You and your friend really have a good relationship."
Meng Jinyu didn't stare at him this time, and he didn't lose his temper. After answering the phone call, he felt much better and proudly said, "That's right."
Seeing that it was getting late, Fang Lin also planned to go back: "Then you eat, I'm leaving."
"Hey!" Seeing him standing up, Meng Jinyu subconsciously wanted to stop him.
Fang Lin looked at him: "Do you have any orders?"
Meng Jinyu snorted: "Thank you."
"Serve the people." He casually replied.
Meng Jinyu stuffed the remaining crayfish back into Fang Lin's hands: "It's delicious. I'll buy it next time."
The tone of his speech was like that of a child in elementary school who was comparing himself to a yo-yo.
"Oh," Fang Lin nodded noncommittally, "That's right."
"how?"
"Although it doesn't make any sense, I'd like to say something," Fang Lin said casually, "I didn't steal your role."
"This." Unexpectedly, Meng Jinyu did not avoid this topic, "I know."
"Otherwise I won't call you."
Fang Lin raised his eyebrows: "Then I have to thank you."
"gone."
Fang Lin went to find a bicycle to ride back. When he got on the bike, he saw Meng Jinyu who was not far away carefully took out his mobile phone, made a call, and showed the sweet look of ten minutes ago.
... don't quite understand.
Isn't there a big boss behind this person? Why is it... It's like falling in love.
Fang Lin decided to seek help.
Back at his side of the set, Fang Lin walked over just after Lan Peirou finished the scene, chatted casually, and saw that the other party wanted to take out his phone to watch.
He saw the opportunity and asked, "By the way, sister Peirou, what do you usually look at?"
The other party didn't mind talking about this topic: "A lot, I've watched it for many years, and I've seen everything. What's the matter?"
"No, no, I'm just curious..." Fang Lin looked natural, "I'll ask my friend, it's that he's suddenly interested in that...that kind of thing."
"What kind?"
"It's the kind, the kind... the domineering president and the little lover... the kind..."
Fang Lin swore that it was because of Meng Jinyu's attitude that he became curious about what was written in it, and it had no other meaning.
"Oh!" Lan Peirou showed a look of sudden realization, "That! I have it!"
Fang Lin blinked.
"Hey, why is that friend of yours still reading these? I read them when I was studying. Wait for me to look for them. I will send them to you when I go back to the hotel." Lan Peirou hurriedly removed her makeup, and said to him as she walked Say, "Don't worry, that's enough!"
"Ah?" Fang Lin didn't know why it took him so long to ask, "... oh."
Fifteen minutes later, Fang Lin sat in the hotel, opened QQ, and began to frantically receive files.
Some can still be received, and some seem to have stopped transmission due to violations.
...a full G.
The content was dazzling, and he almost breathed out when he opened the file package and saw a series of titles.
"President's Spicy Secretary"
"The President's Double Lover"
"President's Little Secret Steals His Heart"
"Black Panther Tenderness: The President's Lover's Palm Love"
"The Chief Executive's Runaway Wife"
"Becoming the Young Mistress of the President"
"The Fierce Brand of the Tyrant President"
"President VS Hot Mistress"
"President VS Pretty Maid"
"President VS Secretary Sun"
"Catching the Cool President"
?
Fang Lin didn't know these two words for a moment, and had subtle doubts about the world.
Unfortunately, my cell phone rang.
He looked at the incoming call, then at the headlines of the articles.
The president who hadn't contacted him for more than half a month came to his door.
… Wow.
Fang Lin reverently pressed the connection button with one finger.
Thinking about Meng Jinyu's tone today and all these strange things now, he suddenly felt that his attitude towards the president was a bit disrespectful.
"Hey?"
Duan Changke's voice was low, as if he was walking: "Busy?"
Fang Lin squeezed his throat: "Well, I'm eating. Have you eaten yet?"
"… have eaten."
Fang Lin: "I'm eating crayfish."
Duan Changke probably felt strange: "Well, you don't need to report to me what you ate."
Fang Lin: "Okay, okay."
Duan Changke was strangely silent for a while: "...Fang Lin. You can just say what you want."
"Hmmmm."
"..."