Woke Up, the Actor Picked Up the Cub - Chapter 69

Duan Congzhi bypassed Du Jiusheng and walked out from behind him. Du Jiusheng looked at the direction they were leaving and frowned. He didn’t know why he did this just now. This was completely a subconscious reaction.

He subconsciously wanted to protect the people behind him.

Du Jiusheng played a role with a bright heart, and Director Fan came to him because he was similar to Liang An. Fan director would worry that Duan Congzhi’s participation in the play would affect him too deeply, but he would not care about him.

Even if he and Liang An are integrated, they will be affected by this role in the future, the problem is not big, and no one is static.

Director Fan wanted Duan Congzhi to enter the play and carefully pulled him. He didn’t pay much attention to Du Jiusheng. Today, I saw his state in which he was a bit headache. These young people have a lot of aura, but they really don’t let either of them. People worry.

Everything was cleaned up, and the filming was a modern drama. Duan Congzhi usually wears Gu Sui’s clothes during this period. So now he doesn’t need to remove makeup or change clothes. He just leaves with Qin Ke, or Qin Ke follows Duan Cong. To leave.

Duan Congzhi didn’t come back after Xue Ping asked him to uninstall Weibo that day, but he still went to the bookstore every day, not for reading, but for Mr. Lin’s questions.

From the day he handed over the first question, they seemed to have reached a silent agreement. Duan Congzhi comes to the bookstore every day to do his questions.

Today was just an arithmetic problem. He thought for a long time and didn’t have any ideas for solving the problem. Finally, when he violently solved the problem and returned the note, Duan Congzhi was sure he was smiling.

Duan Congzhi’s method is definitely not wrong, but it is somewhat boring. The original intention of the author is obviously not this. His solution is tantamount to a hooligan.

Mr. Lin looked at him full of tolerance, Duan Congzhi sometimes felt that he was like a gentle elder. He was raised in Qin’s family after he was twelve years old, and Qin Ke had the final say in the Qin family. Although Qin Ke was a few years older than him, he was not yet an elder.

This feeling is a bit strange, but it’s not bad.

Due to Duan Congzhi’s violent problem solving, today ended earlier than usual. He only met Qin Ke on the road when he finished packing up his things and went back.

After Qin Ke sent him back to the small courtyard, he left.

The next day, Duan Congzhi got up late. He had a whole night’s dream last night. It was that kind of unspeakable dream. He was awakened by a stern cat cry in the middle, and he slept intermittently all night. Tired.

Duan Congzhi went to the yard to wash his face with cold water, thinking numbly, he seemed to be “hot” again.

The script was turned page by page, and Gu Sui’s experience was dug out bit by bit, it was endless darkness and corruption.

If you look at his past and then look at him, you will feel that it is a bit inconsistent. Can someone really get out of the silt without getting infected?

Director Fan brought up all the scenes he could shoot for him to shoot, and then came the tattoo scene. Duan Congzhi still felt a little confused and tried twice.

For the second time, Director Fan looked at the camera for a long time and said: “It’s already pretty good, but you came to the show.”

Duan Congzhi did come from a performance. To be precise, he was imitating, imitating the tattoo shot in the movie recommended by the director Fan. He was imitating the actor’s performance.

From the frequency of breathing to every micro-expression, he is imitating as much as possible, which is also a way of acting.

“That was his reaction, not Gu Sui’s. But you are Gu Sui, Gu Sui is your interpretation, you will definitely have your characteristics, you can start with your own feelings.” He looked at Duan Congzhi, “Try again. Use this paragraph if it doesn’t work within a week.”

Duan Congzhi also wanted to do his best, he agreed.

But in the next few days, he didn’t find the right feeling, instead he became more and more anxious. Anyone who dreams all night and all night will not feel so good.

Duan Congzhi didn’t think this was getting angry. How could getting angry be like this? He didn’t have a reason to get angry everywhere.

Before going out in the morning, Duan Congzhi squatted in front of the coffee table 1, peeling apples.

The thin apple skins fell down one after another, one, two, three… the peeled apples were neatly placed on the table, and the first one had begun to oxidize.

The apple in his hand was the fourth. Not only did Duan Congzhi didn’t feel calm, but he became more bored. The moment the apple peel broke, Duan Congzhi felt that a certain string in his heart was also broken. He used his thumb to force the fruit knife. Press in the apple and place the half-cut apple on the coffee table.

Get up and prepare to go out to film.

Qin Ke waited for him outside. Duan Congzhi opened his mouth when he saw him, but in the end he didn’t say anything. There was no reason to anger him.

This time, Duan Congzhi did not imitate any more, he let himself go to immerse himself.

After a few shots were completed, Director Fan said: “The direction is right, but there are still some discrepancies.”

He freezes the picture at the end and points to Duan Congzhi: “Here, let it go a little bit.”

After so many days of communication, Duan Congzhi has been able to interpret his subtext, and letting it go a little is to say that it will feel after the fact.

He nodded and returned to the shooting location.

This is a scene between him and the tattoo artist

In a small space and an ambiguous atmosphere, the tattoo artist is a real tattoo artist, only his hands appear in the picture, a pair of sleeves are rolled up, and the painting hands are walking around his back.

These shots have been taken back and forth many times, and each time they were stuck on the close-up of Duan Congzhi’s expression, and they occasionally communicated.

Duan Congzhi knew that the tattoo artist was still a painter, the kind who graduated from a prestigious school, of course he didn’t consider himself a painter.

There is a little stubble on his chin. It looks like he is about thirty. It is different from many tattoo artists who have tattoos on his body. His body is clean, at least where he can see no tattoos.

Duan Congzhi sat on the tattoo cot for a while.

Now he is giving him time to adjust the state, the radio and video equipment is not turned on

Tattooist: “You have no experience, do you need me to help you?”

He looked at Duan Congzhi with a little smile and a little hint. He glanced at Du Jiusheng, who was sitting next to the director, holding the script in his hand, but did not leave his sight.

“Officer Liang must be very happy to help you,” he turned his head, “promoting himself seriously, but I have more experience, and I feel better about it.”

Although he said such straightforward words, because of his calm eyes, he didn’t feel nasty.

Duan Congzhi shook his head: “No.”

He looked a little regretful, thinking of the person who would come to take Duan Congzhi every day: “You are so beautiful.”

Duan Congzhi looks good, but the word “beautiful” is rarely used on him, but he has often heard it recently. He said: “Gu Sui beautiful, I am not Gu Sui.”

Although he was unconsciously influenced by Gu Sui, Duan Congzhi always separated himself from Gu Sui subjectively.

Duan Congzhi seems to have made some determination, like asking him, more like asking himself: “Is it enough to have experience?”

“I am not an actor. What the director wants is me. I don’t understand yours, but you must have the answer in your heart.”

He saw Duan Congzhi’s choice, and he was a bit regretful: “Do you really not consider me?”

Duan Congzhi did not speak.

After sitting for a while, he stood up and said to the director: “Let’s shoot again next time. I’ll look for feelings again.”

The director also agreed. I have already filmed so many times and don’t care about it once or twice.

There is a tattoo shop in the small alley itself, and the crew directly took it down, and everything in it did not change much. It just made some arrangements, which looked more in line with the requirements of the film lens.

The small shop is there, so you can come and shoot anytime.

It may be because during this period of time, the physical condition is also not very good, this time “getting hot” is more uncomfortable than the previous two. Physically, it feels the same, and psychologically it’s easier to get irritable.

Duan Congzhi went to the bookstore on time. He has read a lot of psychology-related books these days, and more or less look at it. Many mental illnesses are actually physical diseases.

Maybe go back and do a psychological screening.

Mr. Lin may have noticed that he had no patience yesterday. Today’s question is fair and easy, and the process is cumbersome, but the method is there, just go step by step.

Duan Congyi walked down step by step, slowly calming down.

After finishing the last step, Duan Congzhi let out a sigh of relief, and suddenly became relaxed. Even if he would lose it in the future, that would not prevent him from getting it now.

How is he competing with himself?

It’s fine if Qin Ke doesn’t come, he can still persuade himself to give up.

Now people are coming to the door, and the greedy carrot dangles in front of him every day, but he has to restrain himself from taking a bite.

It is Qin Ke who is always free and unavailable now, is he fishing for Qin Ke or Qin Ke is fishing for him?

Duan Congzhi knows very well that he is not a talented actor. Fan Dao created an environment for him and guided him into the show bit by bit, but he was always short of it, and this one was short of life experience.

He still wanted to experience this part of the experience with Qin Ke, at least for now.

In the future, in the future, how long he can live is not certain.

If Qin Ke doesn’t cooperate… then let him go.

Either he really got it, or he completely cut his thoughts, he was fed up.

Qin Ke took him home every day and left. He hardly entered the yard and Duan Congzhi didn’t call him. Today, Duan Congzhi said, “Come in.”

Qin Ke followed behind him, and they walked into the bedroom.

Duan Congzhi closed the door, the room was a little dark, he walked to the window and lit a cigarette.

“Do you know what I called you to come in for?”

Qin Ke did not speak. Duan Congzhi was used to his low-spokenness, and he didn’t care. About a minute later, he pinched the cigarette and walked to Qin Ke: “Qin Ke, I will ask you one last time. Don’t want me.”

Qin Ke did not speak.

Silence seemed to be his answer.

Duan Congzhi gave a cool laugh. This is Qin Ke’s answer. He nodded: “Okay, you…”

“Yes.” Qin Ke said suddenly.

This is not a question of whether it is interesting or not. Duan Congzhi suspects that he has heard it wrong: “You say it again.”

“I want you.” Qin Ke looked at him, his eyes focused, perhaps thinking of the last time he broke up, or perhaps thinking of the counselor’s words, he repeated: “Congzhi, I want you.”

Qin Ke’s voice is neither high nor low, elegant and calm. Duan Congzhi’s online company under the Qin family once hit Qin Ke’s idea when designing manual customer service, but was ruthlessly rejected and found a star.

Now he said implicit and explicit words in his voice, as if he was announcing, or as if he was requesting.

He said, Congzhi, I want you.

Duan Congzhi looked at him for a while, pulled his collar, Qin Ke bowed his head with his strength.

Duan Congzhi kissed him.

The author has something to say: I’m sorry I especially want to write, but I can only stop here. This time it’s not QK’s failure, but A Jin’s failure.

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