Because of the good and in-depth "communication" with Guan Ce at noon, Zhou An still maintained a good state, and the afternoon shooting was very smooth.

Followed by an exclusive interview, Song Yutao had already sent the manuscript to the reporter in advance, and this type of interview was just a formality, and it was done in half an hour.

A cover inside page was just a whole day, and when he was in the studio, Zhou An didn't feel that as soon as he got in the car, he was so tired that he wanted to blend in with the saddle.

It was not surprising that Guan Ce drove him home, Zhao Jun and Song Yutao left first, and the two of them drove home slowly.

"Let's order takeout later, I don't want to cook." Zhou An lay in the back seat and breathed like a gossamer.

Guan Ce took advantage of the red light and glanced back at him: "What do you want to eat?" ”

"I can only eat porridge ......"

Guan Ce had never seen how tired Zhou An was, even if he practiced with a martial arts instructor all day, he would be alive when he came home.

"I'm tired!" Zhou Anzai suddenly slapped the cushion, "I scratched my head at the camera for five hours!" If the camera is female, you have to be pregnant! ”

Guan Ce smiled: "It's a good shot." ”

"Don't comfort me, I know I'm bound and must be very stiff."

Zhou An was a little frustrated, he used to shoot a small supporting role with few scenes, and he was still comfortable with filming public service announcements and micro-movies like MVs, after all, he did this before he was reborn.

But as soon as he encountered something with him as the protagonist and needed him to support the whole atmosphere, Zhou An found that things were not so simple at all.

Guan Ce also plans to let him star in the movie, with his current state, can he do it?

Realizing that his ability was not enough to support his dreams, Zhou An was so depressed that he couldn't do it.

As he himself said, he only had porridge for dinner.

took a bath at Guan Ce's house, Zhou An went to bed early, and lay in the comfortable quilt to read the script of "My Youth I Have Been Here". Guan Ce was still busy working in the study, and the bedroom was so quiet that he could hear his heartbeat.

After reading absentmindedly for a while, Zhou An weakly closed the book, stared at the ceiling for a while, turned over and got up, walked outside the study, hesitated for a moment, and knocked on the door.

"Come in, the door is unlocked." Guan Ce's voice came through the door panel.

Zhou An pushed the door in, just as Guan Ce turned his head to look at him.

"Not done yet?" Zhou An walked over and leaned on the desk.

Guan Ce turned his attention back to the table, his fingers flying on the keyboard, which made a rhythmic click.

"It's not close." He said.

Zhou An nodded and stood quietly to the side, waiting for Guan Ce to deal with the matter at hand.

After more than ten minutes, Guan Ce finally closed the work page and said to Zhou An: "What do you want to tell me?" ”

Zhou An sighed, pulled Guan Ce up, sat down in the chair by himself, and then pulled Guan Ce to his lap and sit.

Guan Ce was a big man of more than one meter and eight meters, and he pressed heavily on Zhou An's legs, and Guan Ce moved a little unnaturally: "I'll move a stool here." ”

Zhou An hugged his waist and didn't let him move, buried his head in Guan Ce's neck socket, and said in a muffled voice: "Don't move, I'm very solid with you." ”

"What's going on?" Guan Ce hesitated and put his hand on the back of Zhou An's head and stroked it gently.

Zhou An was silent for a long time: "Do you think I can act in a good movie?" ”

Guan Ce didn't hesitate: "Yes." ”

Zhou An raised his head and chuckled: "Where did you get your confidence?" ”

"You sue me with your actions."

Zhou An was stunned and said with a smile: "Guan is not cute when he lies." ”

Hearing him talk to himself in a childlike tone, Guan Ce pursed his lips in displeasure. But he didn't miss the uneasiness in Zhou An's eyes, seeing that the man who always likes to disguise himself with maturity took off his guard in front of him and leaked out of his original appearance, Guan Ce's heart trembled fiercely.

"What do you think of me as a person?" Guan Ce looked at Zhou An's eyes and asked.

Zhou An didn't know why the topic suddenly changed, but he still replied with a cooperative smile: "Perfect, my male god!" ”

Guan Ce shifted his position, turned his waist to face Zhou An, and asked, "Trust me 100%?" ”

"One hundred!"

Guan Ce bent the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were a little proud. Before Zhou An had time to perform the skill of "flirting with Mr. Guan all the time", he was gently held in his arms by the other party.

"Then I think you are fully capable of the role of the male number one in "My Youth". Not only this movie, but every character you play in the future can be given a unique charm by you. You'll make it to the top, and I'll applaud you in the congratulatory crowd. ”

Guan Ce has a good smell on his body, which is classified as "home" by Zhou An. Being held in his arms has a kind of return to the simple tranquility of a baby.

It was in this state that Zhou An heard Guan Ce's words, and firmly and implicitly expressed Guan Ce's recognition of him.

Zhou An was completely stunned, there is nothing better in the world than being affirmed by the person who cares the most, and if you say Gu Guò Guan Ce, Zhou An saw the picture of him holding the trophy and giving a speech in front of his eyes one day in the future.

"Zhou An, I will accompany you."

Suddenly, two familiar words came into Zhou An's ears, and he looked at Guan Ce in disbelief: "You, what did you call me just now?" ”

Guan Ce looked directly at him and spit out those two words clearly: "Zhou An." ”

The expression on Zhou An's face changed instantly, his eyes immediately turned red, he grabbed Guan Ce's arm, choked and couldn't speak.

"If you feel more secure with your original name, I'll call you that from now on." Guan Ce said.

Zhou An was stunned for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "I love you more and more, what should I do?" ”

Guan Ce easily smashed Zhou An's little hesitation about the future, and after a full sleep, Zhou An was resurrected and continued to go to school and rehearse.

The filming of the movie "Your Youth, I've Been Here" entered the preparation stage, and the magazine shot by Zhou An, because it was an inside page, only set off a small wave among fans, and did not gain a very eye-catching impact.

Song Yutao didn't want a topic edition, and soon after the magazine was released, he received a call from the marketing director of Elegance, who expressed his desire for Zhou An to be the spokesperson for China.

This endorsement, Song Yutao helped him decide without asking Zhou An's opinion, of course, as the company's boss and Zhou An's real agent, Guan Ce acquiesced to his decision.

Zhou An is in the midst of intense rehearsals for the drama, and every day the high-intensity rehearsals make every actor tired, but everyone is in very good spirits and often forgets time.

Liu Yu stood behind the curtain with his hands crossed, looking at Zhao Yan who was "ordering" on the stage, with an obscure expression.

Yang Wanli walked over, stood beside him and watched for a while, and said thoughtlessly: "The script has been changed." ”

Liu Yu didn't seem to hear it, and still watched the performance on the stage intently.

"How's your inspection going?" Yang Wanli asked again.

This time, Liu Yu finally reacted, he slowly turned his face back and looked at Yang Wanli: "How are you preparing?" ”

"How do I know?" Yang Wanli screamed, "I said it at the beginning, I am only responsible for the script, and the rest is yours!" ”

Liu Yu stared at him expressionlessly for a while, Yang Wanli thought that this madman was going to get angry again, but he didn't expect the other party to nod: "Yes." ”

That's right, that's right?

Yang Wanli rolled his eyes: "My task can be completed, and you can do the rest yourself." ”

"Call Wang Shuo to me." Liu Yu said suddenly.

There were students who knew Wang Shuo next to him trotting to call someone.

Yang Wanli's mind turned and asked, "Do you want Wang Shuo to replace Qiao Yuan?" ”

"It hasn't been officially performed yet, how can it be said to be a succession?"

"Tsk, why are you so shameless?" Yang Wanli smacked his lips and looked at Zhou An, who was sweating not far away, "I think you have been purely torturing people these days, and acting in a drama makes you look like you are really going to the battlefield." ”

Liu Yu also looked at Zhou An, who was fighting against the martial arts instructor, and only after a while did he float out a sentence: "It was originally a battlefield." ”

At the end of the rehearsal that day, Zhou An was left behind by Liu Yu.

He already knows how awesome the other party is, and he also knows very well that Liu Yu is the director of this drama. Seeing that the time for the official performance is getting closer and closer, I think Liu Yu wants to tell him a few words.

Liu Yu didn't speak, and Zhou An didn't know how to talk to this big director with a bad temper, so the two remained silent until they walked out of the rehearsal room.

In the depths of winter, the sky is blank, with occasional traces of shallow gray looming overhead, a kind of desolation peculiar to winter.

Zhou quietly followed behind Liu Yu, with withered yellow leaves under his feet, stepping on it, rustling.

"What do you think of Zhao Yan?" Liu Yu asked suddenly.

Zhou An came back to his senses and thought about it; "It's not worth this life."

Liu Yu waited for a while, didn't hear the following, and turned his head to look at Zhou An: "It's over?" ”

"It's over."

Liu Yu smiled, still with the kind of contemptuous smile that looked very underwhelming: "The general of a country, the stable dynasty and the Quartet, Rong Ma has countless military exploits in his life, in your place, there are only these four words?" ”

Zhou An casually picked up the dead leaves that fell on his shoulders, hooked the corners of his mouth and leaked a hint of a smile, his eyes were far away, as if he had traveled through time and space and saw the battlefield of the year.

"Zhao Yan is a sharp sword, only by killing the enemy and drinking blood can he show his value, he should live on the battlefield, not between words." Zhou An exerted his strength, crushed the dead leaves, turned his head and squinted at Liu Yu and smiled, and suddenly leaked domineeringly, "He doesn't need people to remember him, he killed the enemy in this life, and nothing else." ”

The winter wind was blowing, and Zhou An's fair face became the only bright color in the cold winter, but his eyes seemed to be filled with the coldness of the whole winter, looking into it, it was the desolation of the northern desert snow and yellow sand.

Liu Yu looked at Zhou An for a long time, took another step, and said slowly: "Are you interested in putting Zhao Yan on the big screen?" ”

Zhou An didn't switch for a while, and asked, "What?" ”

"Join me to record Zhao Yan's life on film."

"You're talking about...... Making a movie? Zhou An was a little unsure.