Chapter 4
Cheng Lan, attack 2. He has been a rebellious person since childhood. He quarrels every two days and makes a big fuss every three days at the Cheng family, making him a famous negative example among the rich children.
He gave up inheriting the family business and applied for film academy in high school without telling his family, which made Cheng's father very angry.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Lan really broke into the entertainment industry.
Having just won the Best Actor award a few years ago, he changed from "the bad boy of the Cheng family" to "the child of the Cheng family", completely removing the negative label.
Unfortunately, the original owner and Cheng Lan were natural enemies and disliked each other.
This relationship suddenly turned sour. In short, the original owner was jealous and angry when he saw Cheng Lan fell in love with someone else, and he suddenly came to his senses overnight.
Xia Lanzheng didn't understand and was shocked. As for those he hated, he just wanted to curse them to never get rich in their lives.
Cheng Lan sat down and laughed when he saw the magazine on the table.
"Hey, Xia Lanzheng," he slid his chair and stopped when he was one step away from her, "Are you even listening to me?"
Xia Lanzheng naturally didn't listen.
"What on earth are you going to do?"
He stared down at Cheng Lan, his brows unconsciously furrowed as he began to suffer from hipster phobia.
Cheng Lan didn't say anything for two seconds, then stood up and asked, "Did you have plastic surgery?"
The smell of lemon entered her nose again. Xia Lanzheng leaned back a little and her chin was suddenly pinched.
Cheng Lan looked around and touched his nose again.
Xia Lanzheng's nose was pinched, and he subconsciously raised his chin to follow the force. He squinted his eyes and looked at Cheng Lan, seeming to be very uncomfortable. He moved his lips and accidentally kissed Cheng Lan's hand.
Cheng Lan felt his fingers itchy and a little hot.
When he came to his senses and met Xia Lanzheng's misty eyes, his whole hand felt like it was on fire and he suddenly let go.
"What did you do? Did you do it just to get into the entertainment industry? You wouldn't do that."
This sentence was spoken quickly and fiercely, but it still couldn't hide Cheng Lan's discomfort.
Xia Lanzheng didn't notice his abnormality, she just felt that he was annoying. He had nothing to say to impolite people.
"You are sick, I didn't do it."
Cheng Lan coughed and put his hands in his pockets, thinking: "That means your hair has grown longer... Oh, right, you are still angry?"
Xia Lanzheng glanced at her phone, but there was still no news from Yu Jiawei.
"I'm not angry."
Cheng Lan rubbed his fingers in his pocket and said teasingly, "You're not angry, so you pretend not to know me? We haven't been in touch for more than half a month, and you're still so calm."
Xia Lanzheng thought that not only did they not contact each other, but the original owner had deleted all the chat records.
However, this note is somewhat ambiguous. I guess he wants to wait for Cheng Lan to come to him on his own initiative.
Cheng Lan is obviously not such a kind-hearted person.
When he's silent, he looks aloof, but when he opens his mouth, he's choking. I scratched my hair twice, and I got angry first.
"I was just saying it casually, why did you take it so seriously? You have such a weird temper."
Xia Lanzheng sensed something and looked up, asking, "What did I take seriously?"
"Look, you're still pretending."
Cheng Lan raised his hands to settle the score with him.
"You said my movies were ugly, and I said, 'Really?' That's because you have no taste. If you really have the talent, then go ahead and make your own."
Xia Lanzheng almost fainted when she heard this.
Cheng Lan then added, "It's so funny, who knew you would actually do it?"
These words were like a hammer hitting her head, making her dizzy.
So this is the culprit who encouraged the original owner to do stupid things?
Cheng Lan grabbed the tip of Xia Lanzheng's hair and twisted it twice. "Are you really not going to ask your family for help? Your agent seems to be giving different advice to different people."
That weird feeling came back.
What's that smell? Shampoo?
Xia Lanzheng tilted her head to avoid it: "I know, anyway, just mind your own business."
Cheng Lan held his hands in the air and rubbed the tip of his nose after a while: "Okay, I wanted to ask you what's going on."
Xia Lanzheng paused while combing her hair. She was too embarrassed to ask for help from the Chu family, so maybe she could just hug her childhood friend's thigh.
In a flash, her face, alert yet expectant, lifted up, and with her curly hair, Xia Lanzheng looked like a lamb wagging its tail.
It was the first time Cheng Lan saw him with such an expression. He grinned, revealing his two fangs: "If you beg me, I will help you."
This is undoubtedly a very charming face, and the youthful aura fills the entire tea room.
Unfortunately, Xia Lanzheng is not the target audience.
There was a deafening slam of a door in the corridor.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw the young actor standing at the door, having received a cold reception.
"Stop looking, stop looking," Cheng Lan said with a click of his tongue, "get to work."
Curious eyes lingered, and everyone wondered who was inside? How dare they give Cheng Lan such a cold shoulder?
Unable to hold back, some people looked back again.
Cheng Lan was still staring at the closed door, his feet seemed to be glued to the ground and he couldn't lift them.
All he could think of was Xia Lanzheng's light pink lips, and then Cheng Lan saw him open his mouth.
"Cheng Lan, I hate you."
The trembling tail tone of his voice was shattered by the sound of footsteps, and fell all over the ground like glass candy wrappers.
The makeup artist finally found Cheng Lan and breathed a sigh of relief: "The next shoot is about to start. Can I touch up your makeup?"
Cheng Lan responded and went into the dressing room and sat down.
The makeup artist looked at him and said, "Teacher Cheng, your face is so red. Isn't there air conditioning in the tea room?"
"It's on. I'm not hot, it's just too stuffy in there."
He avoided the sight of his assistant and makeup artist, opened Xia Lanzheng's chat window, and typed quickly.
"Cheng Lan: No need to beg, I'll ask for you."
The message was not sent successfully and was followed by a bright red exclamation mark.
Cheng Lan's mind buzzed, and he slid away the chair and stood up.
"Brother Cheng! It's not ready yet! Where are you going?" The assistant beside him was startled and reached out to stop him. "It's only a few minutes! Wait a moment!"
There was a loud noise in his ears, but Cheng Lan could hear nothing. He was forced to sit back down by two or three pairs of hands, and he was only concerned with sending messages to Xia Lanzheng.
"Cheng Lan:???"
"Cheng Lan: You blocked me???"
"Cheng Lan: Xia Lanzheng! You're done!"
In the tea room, Xia Lanzheng stared at Cheng Lan's abdominal muscles on the cover and stuffed all the magazines into the innermost part of the bookcase.
The harsh words were spoken and the contact information was blocked.
Cheng Lan would think that he was ungrateful, and he could naturally disappear from Cheng Lan's world.
It's a foolproof plan.
He saw the WeChat chat window, hesitated for two seconds, and changed a note to Cheng Lan: ZZZZ
Go down.
*
Yu Jiawei was not lying when he said that the shooting time was postponed, but it was postponed for too long. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when Xia Lanzheng sat in the dressing room.
Yu Jiawei was still lingering around the artist from the morning, and he just brought Xia Lanzheng in and left her alone.
The dressing room was clearly divided. The heads of people over there were gathered together like ink dots, while Xia Lanzheng's side had only a messy toolbox.
Fortunately, he had worked as a part-time model before and vaguely remembered the makeup artist's techniques, so he picked up a bottle of liquid foundation and copied them.
Ten minutes later, Yu Jiawei finally remembered that there was such a person.
"Xia Lanzheng...where is Xia Lanzheng?"
Xia Lanzheng turned around and waved: "Brother Yu, I'm here."
"Why are you running around everywhere? I can't find you..."
Yu Jiawei stood behind the chair and when he saw Xia Lanzheng's face clearly, his voice suddenly rose, "Fuck! Who put on your makeup? Why is it so yellow?"
Xia Lanzheng's face was two shades darker than her neck, but her mouth made her teeth look incredibly white. "The makeup artist said they didn't have enough people, so they let me do it myself. Brother Yu, this is already the whitest shade. How about I put some on my neck, too?"
Yu Jiawei picked up the cotton pad and wiped it on Xia Lanzheng's face without saying a word, with the words "waste of resources" popping up in his mind.
Xia Lanzheng's mouth was full of bitterness, and she stammered and couldn't speak.
He made two "Pooh" sounds, and Yu Jiawei suddenly stopped.
"You can even look without makeup on this face of yours... I just noticed you have freckles, they're quite distinctive."
Yu Jiawei suddenly became ambitious about his career.
He muttered to himself for a while, then saw someone in the mirror and his expression changed. "Director Lin, do you think he needs to cover up his freckles?"
Producer Lin took his eyes off his phone, glanced at Xia Lanzheng, and raised his eyebrows.
He turned around and called the makeup artist, and they discussed for a while: "No need to cover it up, I'll take him to get the clothes."
"Xiao Xia, go ahead," Yu Jiawei grabbed Xia Lanzheng and whispered, "This is Producer Lin. Be smart, understand?"
Xia Lanzheng said "oh" and continued to wipe her face with a tissue, rubbing her chin red.
Yu Jiawei looked at his back, nodded and shook his head.
Xia Lanzheng's outward appearance is really great, but she is dull and lacks expressiveness. I'm afraid no amount of resources will make her successful.
Artists without talent are afraid of backlash if they do too much marketing.
Someone on the filming crew was asking.
“Who’s the next one to be photographed?”
"I don't know him, he's a newly signed artist of Xingpai. Here, the model card is here."
"What are you filming? There's nothing in your eyes."
"Never mind. Ning Xiyuan is the protagonist anyway. The rest is just a thumb-sized space. Anyone can do it."
"Have some water, teachers," Yu Jiawei interrupted the chatter. "Room temperature water, please? We have iced water, too. I'd like to get some from the tea room if you'd like."
Suddenly someone interrupted and they stopped talking. They took the water and said that room temperature would be fine.
Yu Jiawei smiled just right: "Xiao Xia is my new artist. This child has little experience but is very obedient. I would like to ask the teachers to give him more guidance..."
Before he could finish his words, a face appeared on the computer screen that had been running.
Xia Lanzheng's already delicate skin has almost no pores visible under the fill light.
The corners of his eyes droop slightly, and his contours are rounded, like a piece of crystal hidden in a clear stream.
Xia Lanzheng straightened her unruly cuffs and grasped a scrap of cloth in her palm: "Is this how you wear clothes?"
The shed, which was noisy just now, suddenly became silent.
Seeing everyone staring at him, Xia Lanzheng lowered her eyes and looked at herself.
This suit was in pieces, and he had spent five minutes figuring out how to wear it. Could it be that he had put it on wrong?
The photographer took a sip of water and broke the silence. "Xia... Lanzheng? Stand in the middle of the set, right by the Stipa plant. Figure out the moves yourself first. If you can't figure it out, we'll find a stunt coordinator..."
The shooting of the little model is not important, and the setting is improvised, with a bit of wilderness aesthetics.
In the hazy fine-leaved needlegrass, there are goldenrod and snake whip grass. If people move a little, a layer of dust will fall off.
Xia Lanzheng couldn't help but sneeze.
He recalled that in his previous life he had gone camping with his classmates in a suburb like this. At night they roasted chicken legs while watching the stars.
I only had one meal today and I was so hungry I almost cried out
"Your eyes aren't good. They need to be free and wild," the photographer, who had just said it was unimportant, suddenly became serious. "Imagine yourself as the prey, but also the hunter. There should be desire in your eyes, desire! Do you understand?"
Yu Jiawei hissed, his palms sweating. Xia Lanzheng nodded and said, "Okay."
Xia Lanzheng fiddled with the plastic flowers and thought of how her classmates had caught a lot of fish that day.
Put the fish on the grill, sprinkle it with cumin and chili powder, and the whole camp will be filled with fragrance.
The photographer picked up the equipment and pointed the camera at Xia Lanzheng's face.
Then everyone saw that Xia Lanzheng's expression changed in an instant.
The shed was silent for a second, and then the sound of cameras clicking could be heard continuously.
Yu Jiawei was stunned. It had only been a short time since Xia Lanzheng came to sign the contract, and she had made such great progress?
Xia Lanzheng didn't pay attention to the crowd's reactions. In his previous life, he was short of money and had to work part-time jobs. He was also often asked by students majoring in fashion design to be a model.
So once the camera is set up, I rely entirely on muscle memory to shoot.
The left side of the brain is occupied by roasted chicken legs, and the right side is filled with roasted fish.
The photographer shouted excitedly, "Very good! Take a few more pictures!"
The door of the shooting room was pushed open a crack at some point.
Cheng Lan opened his lips slightly, but no sound came out for a long time.
His eyes followed Xia Lanzheng uncontrollably.
In a room full of shirts and vests, Xia Lanzheng was wearing a long dress that fell to the floor, her bare feet stepping into the needle grass.
He looked vaguely at the coneflowers in the bush, his eyes unfocused, a hint of alienation in his amber pupils.
Even across the entire room, Cheng Lan seemed to be able to smell the fragrance.
——The freshness that came out from Xia Lanzheng's hair was like the green grass in spring, blowing in your face.
Cheng Lan came to his senses when he heard the photographer's voice and turned his head to look at the people around him.
Chu Linchuan was seen leaning against the door, slowly stroking the ring on his index finger.
The eyes behind the lenses blinked subtly.
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