Chapter 3
"Well, it looks pretty good." Shang Zhier said frankly.
Yan Huai was so embarrassed he wanted to find a hole to hide in. This was his first TV series, playing the second male lead, and his acting was terrible. Watching it now was really awkward. He probably loved his acting because of his face. But why did Shang Zhier want to watch a TV series he was in?
Shang Zhier's throat hurt, so he didn't continue talking. He hugged the pillow and stared at the TV screen.
Yan Huai thought, Shang Zhier is watching so seriously, really...
"Then I'll be leaving first. You should have a good rest and eat some fruit." Yan Huai was about to leave with his phone.
Shang Zhier stared at him and suddenly said, "Leaving so soon? Won't you stay a little longer?"
Yan Huai could even hear a hint of grievance, so he had no choice but to sit down next to the sofa and stare at the TV with Shang Zhier.
It's really strange to watch the drama I acted in.
"Did the filming go smoothly?" Shang Zhier asked.
Yan Huai nodded, "Today's performance is relatively easy, I'll pass it with just two lines."
"There are two more intimate scenes later." Shang Zhier spoke casually.
Yan Huai said, "Well, I don't know how to perform these two scenes. Let He Xuan and I get used to it."
Hearing He Xuan's name, Shang Zhier asked, "Can you kiss a man?"
"It was a bit difficult. You saw it that day. I was considered fine, but He Xuan vomited directly." Yan Huai replied.
"Then, do you want to treat me as your desensitization subject?" Shang Zhier said.
"What?" Yan Huai looked at him in surprise.
"Just like this," Shang Zhier approached him and covered his lips with his palm. "This distance allows you to better understand Xiang Shui."
The moment he came closer, Yan Huai's Adam's apple slid and his breath sprayed on his palm. Yan Huai felt his heart beating wildly. At such a close distance, he could clearly see through Shang Zhier's eyes, the tear mole under the corner of his eye, his dark brown pupils, thick eyelashes, and the fine hairs on his face.
He didn't understand what was wrong with him.
Shang Zhier quickly let go of his hand, and what seemed like a long time to Yan Huai was only two seconds.
Reason told him that Shang Zhier was a high school classmate with no problem in his character, and it was even more impossible for him to be seduced.
Moreover, Shang Zhier is also the screenwriter of this movie. This is his work and his hard work, and he just wants to present it better.
But his intuition and sensibility made him feel that Shang Zhier had some special and vague feelings for him.
But what is that?
Yan Huai's mind was a mess and the phone rang.
"Aren't you in the hotel? I left your bag and script in your room. Be careful not to be photographed outside." Yuan Meng said.
"Okay, got it." Yan Huai hung up the phone.
Shang Zhier gave him a chance naturally: "Go back and rest. We still have to shoot tomorrow."
Yan Huai nodded and left the room with mixed feelings.
Shang Zhier was the only one left in the room. He finally relaxed and lay down on the sofa.
He wanted to take it slow, not tempt or pressure Yan Huai, but every time he saw He Xuan and Yan Huai being intimate, or filming, he couldn't help but feel jealous. Jealousy blinded him, leading him to say those words impulsively tonight. He had always been a generous and magnanimous person, but only when it came to Yan Huai.
The headache crept up his head again, and Shang Zhier opened the ibuprofen and swallowed it with water.
Yan Huai took a shower and lay on the bed, clearing his mind of the messy thoughts. He needed to concentrate on the role and not delay the progress of the crew. These things could not be delayed because of him alone.
But he still had a dream at night. He dreamed that he was still playing Xiang Shui, but He Xuan, who was supposed to play Zhao Yan, had become Shang Zhier. When he saw Shang Zhier's face clearly, he suddenly woke up.
The phone on the bedside table was vibrating. Yan Huai rubbed his messy hair and pressed the answer button: "Yan Huai! Did you check the time? The call is not working!"
Hearing Ye Xiaoming's roar, Yan Huai was frightened. He looked at the time and it was already 12 noon.
Yuan Meng took a day off, so he was late. He quickly washed up, put on his clothes and closed the door.
Seeing that the elevator door was about to close, Yan Huai hurriedly pressed the button and got in.
"Shang Zhier..." Yan Huai was stunned for a moment, leaning against the side to catch his breath, "What a coincidence?"
Shang Zhier pressed the button for the first floor. "Are you up late?"
"Well," Yan Huai said, "waiting to face the artillery fire from the land-based missiles."
"I'll go with you, give me a ride." Shang Zhier turned his head and coughed.
Yan Huai: "Why don't you rest for a few days? Is your fever gone?"
As he spoke, he reached out and touched Shang Zhier's forehead, then placed his head against it, muttering to himself, "It's still a little hot."
Shang Zhier said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay."
"Are you okay? Then why is your face so red?" Yan Huai stared at his fair face in surprise, which was abnormally red.
"It's okay, let's go out when the elevator arrives." Shang Zhier walked out first, letting the cool wind blow away his hot cheeks.
Yan Huai shrugged and followed.
The car's air conditioner was on, and Shang Zhier took out two waffles from his bag. "Want something to eat? I don't know when we'll be done today."
Yan Huai took it, and the two of them sat in the back seat and ate the bagged waffles in silence.
After finishing the waffles, the car arrived at the crew.
The two got out of the car, and Yan Huai rushed into the dressing room to change clothes and put on makeup.
"Have you slept?" He Xuan said, "I've already finished filming one scene."
"Where are we at?" Yan Huai flipped through the script. "Oh my god! Lu Zheng will scold me to death later."
"Tsk," He Xuan curled his lips, "Isn't Shang Zhier here? He'll speak for you, it's okay."
Yan Huai turned his head: "How could he possibly speak for me?"
"Intuition." He Xuan, "Let's wait and see."
Just as He Xuan's intuition told him, Lu Zheng really didn't scold him, but his face looked bad and he was talking to Shang Zhier.
Yan Huai was a little stunned for a moment, but before he could think about it carefully, he started shooting.
This scene is about Xiang Shui leaving the alley and returning home.
On the dining table, Xiang Shui picked up a piece of shredded potatoes with chopsticks, separated the shredded ginger from it, and placed it on the table.
Zheng Fang stared at his little movements, "Why did you pick it out?"
"Ginger." Xiang Shui whispered.
"You can't eat ginger?" Zheng Fang stared at him and issued an order, "Eat it."
Xiang Shui's hands were shaking as he held the shredded ginger, his mouth opening and closing in hesitation. He really couldn't eat ginger. Ginger had a very strong taste and was very spicy.
Suddenly, Zheng Fang slapped him in the face.
The chopsticks and dishes flew out, and there was a bright red palm print on Xiang Shui's face.
"What will happen if I eat it? What will happen if you eat it?" Zheng Fang took new chopsticks from the kitchen and slammed them on the table. "This is what happens every time I eat ginger. I feel like I'm dying."
"If you don't finish this dish today, you don't have to go to bed."
Zheng Fang left this sentence and returned to her room, but her complaints continued to come out through the crack in the door.
"I work myself to death every day, cooking for you, but you don't want to eat this or that. If you don't want to eat anything, then cook for yourself!"
Xiang Shui's tears slowly fell and dripped into the bowl. The rice mixed with tears was salty and astringent. He ate the dishes and rice stiffly, unable to feel the taste.
After dinner, he returned to his room, dug out the yearbook from under the bed, wiped off the dust with his arm, and opened it.
When we graduated from junior high school, yearbooks became popular in the class.
He asked Zheng Fang for money to buy a copy, but Zheng Fang didn't give him any. Xiang Shui then picked up an unwanted copy from the trash can, tore off the writing on it, and left it blank, hoping that some classmates would leave him a message.
Xiang Shui held the yearbook and asked everyone one by one.
The contents of the alumni directory are:
--You sissy, you dead sissy, get out.
--I hope you become a girl.
--Go abroad and become a transvestite.
--retard, you are the pervert on earth, bitch.
--Your pussy stinks.
Xiang Shui stroked the paper of the yearbook, and tears dripped onto the paper, blurring the handwriting.
“Click.”
Yan Huai was still sitting on the ground with tears in his eyes, holding his head and crying. Lu Zheng asked everyone to take a ten-minute break and then make up a few more shots.
Yuan Meng was on leave and was not at home. He Xuan went up to pull him but couldn't. He Xuan wanted to say something, but when he saw Shang Zhier coming, he left.
There were only two of them left in the small room.
Yan Huai's sobbing sound reached Shang Zhier's ears. He looked at Yan Huai crying and suddenly felt a little regretful for letting him play this role.
"Don't cry." Shang Zhier said softly and took out a napkin from his bag.
Yan Huai opened the package, pulled out the paper, wiped his nose directly, and wiped his tears carelessly, "Shang Zhier, are you really ruining your character?"
Shang Zhier sighed. The reality is so much crueler than fiction, and it is almost impossible to forget the malice.
"Stop crying, okay?" Shang Zhier unscrewed the bottle cap and handed him the mineral water.
Yan Huai drank half the bottle and asked, "Why not give a perfect ending?"
Shang Zhier didn't answer and left the room.
Perfection? Does perfection really exist? It's the flaws and imperfections of works that captivate, leave a lasting impression, a poignant heartbreak, and an unforgettable memory. Or do you believe that a happy ending is perfection?
The staff came in to remind Yan Huai that the storyboarding was about to begin, and Yan Huai got back into character.
After work, he returned to the hotel and lay in bed, thinking hard, but he still couldn't accept it.
He has been an actor for many years, debuted at the age of seventeen, and is now twenty-seven years old. He has received a lot of malice and kindness along the way. However, when he was a student, he always had many friends around him and got along well with everyone, so he also felt that the relationships between students were simpler and the emotions were purer.
But Shang Zhier wrote such bloody words.
Yan Huai suddenly thought of an incident that happened in high school.
Ten years ago.
Shang Zhier had just graduated from junior high school and was promoted to the first year of high school. He transferred to Yan Huai's school in the second semester of high school. The second semester of high school was an awkward time because most people had found a fixed circle and friends in the previous semester. He was the only transfer student and no one paid attention to him, except for his deskmate Tao Ning who occasionally said a few words to him.
Shang Zhier didn't care about these things. He didn't want to attract attention, but the reality didn't allow him to do so.
During the break, the two boys sitting behind him kicked his chair and said with a smile, "The teacher asked you to go to the equipment room during evening study."
Shang Zhier turned his head and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"We're just passing on a message, who would know? Just go when I tell you to!" The tall man snorted.
The fat man felt a little guilty: "We'll go with you. Are you relieved now?"
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