Chapter 20
Xiao Ziyu first went to two film crews for auditions, both of which were stunt actors. The other party responded that the results were good, and since he was a member of Tang Lin's crew, he signed the contract on the spot.
Luo Li helped him stagger the shooting times, going to different locations in the morning, afternoon and evening, and it turned out that his schedule was packed.
"Someone posted on Weibo!" Luo Li said in surprise, holding his phone.
The person who posted the post was an ancient puppet actor who doubled Xiao Ziyu, and he is also a new generation of popular. He filmed a video of Xiao Ziyu doing a backflip while hanging on a wire, and wrote: Let me show you my double teacher, this is a real martial arts film [Yellow Bean Little Man Calls]
The video shows Xiao Ziyu doing a backflip while hanging on a wire.
Since there is no leverage in the air, a backflip requires very high core strength. After Xiao Ziyu was hung in the air, he used his waist to drive his legs and feet. He was so flexible that it seemed as if he had a pair of wings out of thin air. He turned around dazzlingly. After completing the movement, his waist and abdomen were tense. He did not shake in the air, and even his expression was controlled very well.
It was so natural that it felt like taking a walk in my own neighborhood.
Xiao Ziyu originally felt that the wire rope was heavy and restrictive, but after getting used to it for a few days, he began to appreciate its benefits. He doesn't need to exert any effort to take off and land, and he can even take a break in mid-air, conserving his energy so that he can cover more ground in a day.
If his master saw him cutting corners like this, he would definitely scold him.
Xiao Ziyu let himself be hung by the wire, secretly relaxing his muscles and taking a rest for a while. To the people below, it seemed as if he was floating in the air, and the ropes became a burden to hold him down.
The shooting time happened to be in the afternoon. The background was a high sky with vast clouds. The wind was blowing after the sun, and the blazing clouds blurred Xiao Ziyu's profile. Only the rustling of his white robe was visible, which was so beautiful that it seemed out of this world.
As soon as this Weibo post was published, the number of likes and reposts exploded. The little star didn't have much popularity to begin with. He was used to entertaining himself on Weibo and occasionally joking with his fans. He was shocked to see the traffic rising rapidly.
[Help! Is this really not a god descending to earth? 】
[Her side profile is so beautiful, you can just take a screenshot and use it as your wallpaper! 】
[Yu Yu, my wife, are you very poor? Why are you running back and forth between several film crews? 】
[Bao, please sign with a company as soon as possible. It makes me sad to see you like this. 】
[Excuse me, but this is really not Qinggong? 】
[He really can fly!] This wire is so natural! 】
[Other actors rely on wires to take off, but Teacher Xiao Xiao uses wires because he is afraid that he will really fly away [狗头.jpg]]
[He didn’t come yesterday. Who is this little brother? Who can show me the way? 】
The young star tried his best to answer some comments, but still could not withstand the overwhelming questions from passers-by fans, and could only reply in unison: The stand-in teacher is an amateur, I am in the comment section on Weibo.
Xiao Ziyu's newly registered account was circled, and the number of followers has reached hundreds of thousands.
This unknown amateur has become a hot search twice in two days with his own ability, and his identity is also mysterious. Netizens were scratching their heads and speculated whether this was a hype by capital or there really is such a treasure artist who has not yet emerged.
[I can't stand it anymore. My home is near the cinema. I'm going to go and see it tomorrow. Are there any sisters who want to join me? 】
[I’m going, I’m going to see my wife in person!] 】
[It’s obviously my husband!] You can tell from the look of that waist strength that it's really good! 】
[Wife during the day, husband at night, hehe]
The comment section was full of people expressing their solidarity and asking for a mentor. Yuan Heng closed his Weibo account and threw his phone back on the table.
The phone fell with a clang. Zheng Hong, who was cleaning up nearby, turned around and asked, "What? Are you still upset?"
"It gives me a headache," Yuan Heng picked up the script and flipped through it. After a while, he suddenly said, "Filthy language."
Zheng Hong thought he was in pain again, so he took out two painkillers and said, "Take the medicine first, or you won't be able to bear it this night."
"If you have time to surf the Internet, you might as well manage your Weibo account," Zheng Hong said. "How pitiful your fans are. They can't even see your selfies. It's all business."
Yuan Heng’s own Weibo is like a business account. Apart from endorsements and promotions, he hardly updates his daily content.
There is a group of fans who check in under selfies from a few years ago every day. Someone even opened a special account: [Did Yuan Heng post a selfie today?] to update Yuan Heng's status every day, and the content has been the same for several years: "No."
Yuan Heng was in so much pain that he didn't want to argue and just swallowed the medicine with warm water. This headache is an old problem for him. I don't know how many times he has had it since he was a child. There is no lesion and the cause cannot be found. He just gets pain when he says he wants to. I cried out of pain when I was young and ignorant, and after being ridiculed by Yuan Qian'an a few times, I never complained to anyone again.
There was still a faint smell of packed lunches in the nanny car. Next to the water cup was the pale blue learning machine, which was stuck on the cartoon interface. Xiao Ziyu had watched Peppa Pig for the entire morning, leaving quite a few traces.
Zheng Hong went out to find the field staff to check the work details. Yuan Heng was alone with his eyes closed, feeling annoyed. Suddenly, there was a slight noise coming from the car door.
Xiao Ziyu finished work and came back to get his learning machine.
Because of what Yuan Heng said just now, he felt uncomfortable wearing this woolen sweater no matter how he wore it. He wanted to go back to the car to change into his own clothes, but he saw Yuan Heng closing his eyes and looking uncomfortable.
He had no intention of disturbing anyone's rest, and was about to leave when Yuan Heng suddenly asked, "How many jobs did you take?"
"Two." Seeing that the other party still had his eyes closed, Xiao Ziyu was curious about how Yuan Heng could identify him.
He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"Headache," Yuan Heng's voice was a little hoarse, revealing impatience.
Xiao Ziyu's heart skipped a beat. He often had headaches during the last few years when Crown Prince Yuan Heng kept him under house arrest.
The pain was more severe in the afternoon and evening. When Yuan Heng couldn't bear the pain, he would go to him, as if hugging him would make him feel better. Sometimes he had just returned from the battlefield, without even taking off his light armor, and with a strong smell of blood on his body, he would rush in, exhausted and wake up Xiao Ziyu who had already fallen asleep.
Over time, the servants in the prince's palace would prepare a few sticks of ambergris that the prince liked, because when the prince had a headache, no one could get close to him, and the imperial doctors who came to diagnose him would be scolded as turtles and bastards, and only their princes could calm people down.
Xiao Ziyu didn't want to be tormented by him, so he learned a few massage techniques. His technique was not very professional, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince enjoyed it very much.
Coming back to his senses, Xiao Ziyu flexed his fingers, hooked the sleeves of his sweater, and said inexplicably: "I know a little bit about massage, I can help you."
Seeing that Yuan Heng didn't refute, Xiao Ziyu stepped forward and rubbed his palms to warm them up, then covered the solar plexus with them, and then stroked them back along the meridian little by little. The hair on his forehead was combed up, revealing a full forehead and a face with sharp lines. The hairline was glued red by alcohol, which looked like a gap from a distance, but it added a bit of unruly sharpness.
Xiao Ziyu rubbed that place, and Yuan Heng probably felt itchy, so he reached out and scratched it, and felt a slightly cool fingertip.
Xiao Ziyu was stunned for a moment and subconsciously tried to pull his hand out, but failed.
Yuan Heng opened his eyes, his gaze scrutinizing, as if his previous weakness was just a false illusion. He loosened his palm, letting the hand slip away, and then said slowly, "You are being kind to me for no reason."
Xiao Ziyu was speechless, but he couldn't find an excuse for his deliberate probing. He said unhappily, "My skills are not good enough. I broke it for you so you can get rid of it sooner."
Yuan Heng stood still like a mountain, seemingly unconcerned, and seemed to enjoy the rough technique: "It still hurts, press it again."
"You yelled at me this afternoon because of my clothes?" Xiao Ziyu asked.
Yuan Heng closed his eyes and said calmly: "It is immoral to be untidy in broad daylight."
Xiao Ziyu asked indirectly: "Mr. Yuan's thoughts are really feudal. Could it be that he traveled through time from ancient times?"
Yuan Heng raised his eyelids: "If I were really feudal, I would make you follow the three obediences and four virtues, and after marriage you can't go anywhere, and stay in your room waiting for me to come back every day."
Xiao Ziyu met his gaze, unable to find out anything else except teasing. His lips opened and closed lightly, silently uttering two words: pervert.
In Yuan Heng's blurry vision, he saw Xiao Ziyu smacking his lips at him and thought, why are you acting so coquettishly?
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