He Zhijin was standing outside the door waiting. Jing Zuohuai was still inside and refused to see anyone except Jiang Rui.
He didn't know what happened to him. He was still filming. Why did he break free and run into the lounge as soon as the director called cut?
And his face looked very wrong.
Jiang Rui came out and saw He Zhijin leaning against the wall smoking. This was the first time he saw him smoking since he met him.
"How is he?" He Zhijin asked.
Jiang Rui knew what to say and what not to say, and besides, only he and Shang Miao knew about this matter. He shook his head and said simply, "I was too immersed in the role and took it seriously."
"Such a strong reaction?" He Zhijin frowned. "Has it been like this before?"
"I don't know either." He said truthfully, "I only signed with the studio a few months earlier than you. At that time, Brother Jing hadn't joined the crew, so this situation didn't happen. Besides, it's normal for artists to be slow to come out of the show, so you don't have to worry too much."
He Zhijin nodded.
Ke Huo arrived a little late, and Director Kang wouldn't let him go because his scenes had not been finished.
As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw the two of them standing there. He wanted to go in but was stopped. He frowned and was about to speak when he thought that Jing Zuohuai might need to rest, so he gave up.
Jing Zuohuai spent two hours calming himself down. When he opened the door, he saw the three of them standing guard at his door. He was startled, "What are you doing..."
"Brother, you're out!" Ke Huo rushed forward, "How is it? Are you okay? You just pushed Qin Yi away and ran back. I thought you were not feeling well."
"I was a little too focused. I'll try to control myself next time." Jing Zuohuai touched his head and explained, "Okay, I'm fine, don't worry."
I don’t know who he was comforting, maybe he was talking to the three of them.
Jing Zuohuai comforted Ke Huo. His hands were still shaking slightly, but not too seriously, so it was unnoticeable. However, in order to ensure the crew's progress, he still had to trouble Jiang Rui. "Jiang Rui, please don't come to the company for the time being. I need you here."
Jiang Rui understood and quickly nodded in agreement.
Jing Zuohuai was feeling much better, having finished his scenes for the day. However, he had only left at the last minute, so he wasn't sure if the final scene would be up to par. Ke Huo's scenes weren't over yet; he still had to keep working.
The effect presented in the camera was pretty good, and he was worried that some of the shots would fail.
"How's it going? Are you all right?" Director Kang pulled him to sit next to him, letting him watch it himself while he watched Ke Huo's performance. There wasn't much to analyze about Jing Zuohuai; he understood the character thoroughly and handled some details well. Ke Huo was, after all, a newcomer and lacked his experience, so he still needed some careful guidance.
Jing Zuohuai looked at his performance just now.
They killed Xiaobai, captured the little snake, and brutally killed it. And then there was the fact that I was assaulted by someone with malicious intent simply because of a dance. My co-star was very careful about how he acted, and even though he tried to minimize any contact, he was still affected.
Nausea and a cold feeling washed over him. He resisted the urge to vomit and persisted until the director called the end.
"What do you think of Ke Huo?" The director brought his thoughts back.
Ke Huo is a natural fit for this aristocratic persona; he's a prominent figure in his own right, and his personality is similar to Qin Zheng's. Is it more of a performance than an interpretation? Furthermore, this is his first drama, so his performance is quite remarkable.
Jing Zuohuai said truthfully, "Very good. Not arrogant or impatient, and willing to accept guidance with an open mind. Very good."
Director Kang nodded. "Actually, I think he's quite similar to you." He lit a cigarette. "A lot like you back then. Both of you persevered until now with pure passion. I didn't think they were similar at first, but after getting to know each other, I discovered that there are quite a few similarities."
"I didn't notice." Jing Zuohuai looked at Ke Huo.
Is it similar? It doesn’t matter.
Director Kang handed him a cigarette, and Jing Zuohuai took it and lit it. He watched him take two puffs before smiling briefly. "We've worked together before, so I know you a little bit. You've changed a lot from before."
He tapped his heart and said, "You have too many distracting thoughts here. Sometimes you need to let them go properly, otherwise, in the end, these distracting thoughts will definitely overwhelm you."
Jing Zuohuai was stunned for a moment, then shook his head indifferently.
It doesn’t matter. He has already carried on until now and doesn’t mind carrying on to the end.
The crew's lunch boxes rotated back to all green vegetables, and Jing Zuohuai was ready for a quick meal. As soon as he returned to his room, he saw the food He Zhijin had bought from outside, all of which he liked.
Wow! Looks like I don’t need to eat instant noodles today! Jing Zuohuai happily took Xiaobai to wash his hands.
He Zhijin set the lunch boxes aside while Jiang Rui cut up the pears and oranges before sitting down. He even made a pear soup. Was this obvious, private cooking really a good idea?
He Zhijin pushed the snow pear cup in front of him and said, "Eat it while it's hot."
Jing Zuohuai tasted it with a spoon. It was sweet and delicious.
He watched the two of them taking care of themselves, and his heart warmed. "I suddenly feel a little guilty. The crew is eating boxed lunches, and I have so many delicious foods here. But, can I really eat all this?"
These fried foods are high in carbohydrates.
"Filming is so physically and mentally exhausting, it's okay to indulge yourself a little." He Zhijin helped him pick up some food.
Xiaobai took out a bag of snacks from somewhere and happily put it next to him, wanting him to feed him.
The little pink snake had been taken home by its owner since winter began, and now the little white wolfdog's scenes had finished filming, so it was unlikely they would be seen again. The little wolfdog was very human-like, and Jing Zuohuai really liked it.
It always reminds Jing Zuohuai of the time when Xiao Erduo was still with him.
"Still eating? Look how much weight you've gained!" Jing Zuohuai deliberately scolded him, "You really like this brand of snacks so much? Well, this is the last one!"
The white wolfhound likes soft things and runs to the sofa to eat the beef stick as soon as it gets it.
Jing Zuohuai was very tolerant of small animals, so he didn't mind if the animal made the sofa dirty and messy.
After the meal, Jiang Rui handed him a small medicine bottle. Jing Zuhuai sighed before eating it.
He Zhijin passed by and picked up the bottle to take a look. The small white bottle was clean and had no label.
"To replenish Qi and blood," Jiang Rui replied. "Brother Jing's filming can be very damaging to his body, so he needs to take some medicine to replenish his body." He explained, "I tore off the label because I was afraid they would be photographed."
Is that so?
Covering labels is a common practice in the lives of celebrities, but if you tell him this specifically, it's hard not to doubt the credibility of this statement.
"Jiang Rui, go back and pack your things first." Jing Zuohuai changed the subject, "Bring some clothes and bedding, after all, you need to join the group later."
If I continue talking about it, it will arouse suspicion sooner or later.
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