Huang Jixin drove to the studio, dealt with the contract, and stayed there waiting for Xia Xingcheng to finish shooting the commercial.
When he went back, Xia Xingcheng found that Huang Jixin was very quiet, and he asked him strangely, "Why don't you talk now?"
Huang Jixin glanced at him from the rearview mirror and said, "I have nothing to say."
Xia Xingcheng guessed that Huang Jixin was still not very happy, so he also calmed down and lowered his head to play with his mobile phone.
In the evening, Yang Youming was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading the script. He held one in his hand, and there were three scattered on the coffee table in front of him.
He leaned back against the back of the sofa chair, his posture was relaxed, his two long legs were stretched out on the coffee table, one hand raised the script, and his head was raised slightly and his eyes fell on it.
Xia Xingcheng was also reading the script, but he was lying down with his head resting on Yang Youming's lap, holding the movie script of "Murder Accident" in both hands, and his eyes slowly swept from the middle of the lines he marked.
He has seen this script more than once, and the lines of Qian Chengjin's character are also outlined with colored markers. Every time he reads the script, he will convert it into a picture in his head, and then immerse himself in the role and imagine Qian Chengjin's expression and tone of every sentence in this situation.
When he had an idea, he got up and knelt on the sofa, asked Yang Youming to move the seat from the far right of the three-person sofa to the middle, then lied on his lap, put the script on the sofa seat, and used it directly on it. pen record.
Yang Youming cooperated with him very much. After changing the seat, he originally put one hand on Xia Xingcheng's head, but at this time he also changed the position and put it on his butt, but his eyes never left the script.
Xia Xingcheng immersed himself in writing and wrote the script. The script was placed on the soft sofa cushion. The writing was crooked. After reading it, he could recognize it, so he put the pen aside. Only then did he feel that Yang Youming's warm palm was pasting his pants. on his ass.
"Brother Ming," Xia Xingcheng called to him.
Yang Youming leaned against the sofa and said "um" lazily.
Xia Xingcheng rubbed on his leg and shouted again, "Brother Ming."
Yang Youming then lowered his eyes to look at him.
Xia Xingcheng smiled and said, "Is my butt very upturned?"
Yang Youming laughed when he heard the words, squeezed it with his hand, and said, "Not bad."
Xia Xingcheng was not convinced, "Just not bad?"
Yang Youming then squeezed it twice more, and said sincerely, "This is the most upturned ass I've ever seen."
Xia Xingcheng was still not satisfied with this answer, he whispered: "I don't know how many butts you have seen!" At the same time, he reached out and grabbed a copy of Yang Youming's script from the coffee table and opened it.
These films looking for Yang Youming include commercial films with large investment, small literary and artistic romance films, and comedy films with strong personal characteristics of the director.
Xia Xingcheng asked Yang Youming, "Which one do you like?"
Yang Youming put down the script in his hand and said after thinking about it: "In fact, apart from the script and the director, what I care about is the repetition of the characters."
Xia Xingcheng sat up and looked at him.
Yang Youming said: "I don't want to create the same characters on the screen over and over again, I want to be different from the past."
Xia Xingcheng sat cross-legged, "That's why you acted in "Far Away"?"
Yang Youming raised his hand and touched his face, "Yu Haiyang is indeed a character type that I haven't had much contact with in the past."
Hearing Yang Youming say the words Yu Haiyang, Xia Xingcheng couldn't help being a little stunned.
Yang Youming touched his head and said, "You should try your best to try different types of roles and work with directors of different styles."
Xia Xingcheng came back to his senses and said, "I read the script of "Murder Accident" and thought it was a very interesting story."
"Ding Wenxun is a very capable director," Yang Youming said. "He is very good at telling stories. I have seen short films directed by him, and the rhythm of the stories is very well grasped, so I think this is a good opportunity."
Xia Xingcheng grabbed his hand and asked him, "What should I do if it's hard for me to get out of the play?"
Yang Youming was silent, he looked at Xia Xingcheng for a while, and said, "Time will always take you away. In fact, as long as every actor takes a role seriously, he will inevitably enter the play. You must adjust your emotions and distinguish between Unreal and reality, back to the right track of life."
Not long after they filmed "Jianyuan", there was a dialogue about performance. Yang Youming told Xia Xingcheng that he wanted him to leave the studio and live as far away as possible, but now, Yang Youming told him to learn to adjust his emotions to distinguish between illusion and reality.
Time passes, and people don't stay the same.
Xia Xingcheng can recall Yang Youming's indifferent tone and expression at that time, but now, even if Yang Youming's expression is flat, the emotions in his eyes are soft.
He asked Yang Youming, "What if I can't do it?"
Yang Youming replied, "Then you are not suitable for the profession of an actor." He paused for a moment, then said, "Maybe you can also act in idol dramas until you are forty years old."
If you have to devote yourself to living as a character every time you play a play, experience his joys, sorrows and sorrows, bear his sorrows and pains, love many people and hate many people, then this road will inevitably suffer A crushing day.
A strong empathy ability is a double-edged sword, which can help actors experience the emotions of the characters, and it also makes it difficult for actors to get out and unable to extricate themselves.
Xia Xingcheng was inexplicably panicked.
At this time, Yang Youming's cell phone on the coffee table suddenly rang.
Xia Xingcheng turned his head to look subconsciously, and saw that it was a WeChat reminder. The person who sent the WeChat message was Yuan Qian, and he didn't read the content clearly.
Yang Youming reached out and took the phone, without disguising it, he unlocked the screen.
Xia Xingcheng resisted and did not look closely.
Yang Youming opened WeChat and replied quickly. When he put down his phone, he said to Xia Xingcheng, "Yuan Qian wants to ask me to meet."
Xia Xingcheng asked him, "Are you going?"
Yang Youming nodded, "Since she has something to do, I should go and talk to her face to face."
Xia Xingcheng lowered his head and said nothing.
Yang Youming looked at him and asked, "Do you want to go with me?"
Xia Xingcheng was stunned for a while, then he raised his head and asked, "Is it okay?"
Yang Youming smiled and said to him, "Of course you can."
Xia Xingcheng almost blurted out: "I'm going!" But he soon thought of something else, he hesitated and asked Yang Youming, "Does Miss Yuan know about our relationship?"
Yang Youming said, "I don't know, I only have Li Yun by my side, and Li Yun won't tell her."
Xia Xingcheng remembered his promise to Huang Jixin, and after hesitating for a while, he said, "I still won't go."
If he accompanied Yang Youming to see Yuan Qian, Yuan Qian would definitely reflect their current relationship.
Yang Youming was silent for a while, and replied, "Okay."
"I believe in you," Xia Xingcheng hugged Yang Youming, kissed his face, and then coaxed him, "She didn't want you, you are mine."
Yang Youming smiled and patted his face.
Xia Xingcheng said so, but he was still uneasy, hesitating whether to go with Yang Youming to see Yuan Qian.
As a result, two days later, Huang Jixin informed him that he was going to record a variety show overseas. It didn't take long, but only two days and one night. By the time he came back, Yang Youming had already gone to see Yuan Qian.
Xia Xingcheng wanted to ask what Yuan Qian had said to Yang Youming, but Yang Youming didn't want to mention it. He just told him, "I won't go to see her alone in the future."
Xia Xingcheng had just arrived home at that time. He wiped his face with a wet towel in the bathroom. At this time, his cheeks were still red. He saw Yang Youming bring the food out of the kitchen, and then helped him pull out the chairs of the dining table and said to him: " time to eat."
He walked over and sat down, seeing that Yang Youming didn't want to mention Yuan Qian again, no matter how curious he was, he didn't dare to ask.