Ye Wencheng mixes well in the crew, the male stars of the first and second times have no defense against him, and the female stars are even incarnated as sisters and mothers, taking care of him very much, and they are not worried about scandals, and they often pinch here and there. But he himself, every time this happens, he can't dodge, for fear of provoking right and wrong. It's just that the more he dodges, the more they like to tease him.

Zhao Dahong, the director of photography in the crew, likes to smoke, and his addiction to smoking is uncomfortable, which affects the shooting, so the director often shoots one, pinching the time for him to let the wind out. The actors in this play are not very high, and in order to get good results, they can only endure Zhao Dahong's problem, when he goes out to smoke, everyone has to gossip to pass the time. After so many days of shooting, it has somewhat delayed some progress.

"Hey, I said, you have to talk about that grandson, you can't be so used to it!" The assistant director couldn't stand it anymore and said to the director.

"Come on, I'm finally going to ask him to come out," the director waved his hand, "Won't you smoke a cigarette?" What's in it? He's only had to take this bite all these years, and I still have to take care of it, it's so inhuman! ”

Ye Wencheng listened quietly in the corner on the side, stretched out his hand and touched a handful of hanging willow branches, the leaves fell off, the branches were bare like a woman with hair loss, his eyes flashed, and he thought that a woman with hair loss was really ugly......

"Hey Wencheng, let's go, take a picture, it's the one you and the heroine are on the bus." The field reporter came and called him.

"Okay, I'll be right over." Ye Wencheng stood up and straightened his clothes.

In this scene, the male number three, who has a crush on the heroine, pretends to meet the heroine by chance on the bus. Ye Wencheng sat in the prop bus, showing a look full of expectation and anxiety.

He stared at the door and began to brew his emotions as he watched one mermaid after another enter the carriage, none of them being the ones he was expecting to see. Ye Wencheng counted the number of people, one, two, three...... As the door was about to close, a woman in a headscarf came up.

She looked haggard, her lips were white, and her face was not good-looking, because she was the last to get on the bus, and she did not find a seat, so she had to lean against the railing by the door and close her eyes to rest. Ye Wencheng stared at her face and wanted to rush over and hug her and tell her how much he missed her.

How are you doing? Are you sick? Have you ever seen a doctor? He was frantically simulating these questions in his mind.

But he can't, he can't, he doesn't allow it. He shrunk back in his seat, resisting the urge to cry until the woman arrived and got off the train.

At that moment, as if all the people in the car had disappeared, he began to indulge himself in crying, from sobbing to crying.

"Good! cut！ This one is great! Wencheng! You're amazing~" The director shouted ecstatically and said dancing.

Zhao Dahong also seemed surprised, he poked his head out from behind the machine for the first time and carefully looked at the young actor.

The heroine walked up to Ye Wencheng with a smile and pulled his arm: "Wow Xiaoye, haven't you really learned acting before?" ”

Ye Wencheng smiled shyly: "There really isn't." ”

"Great, great, oh my God, this is the one I've been most satisfied with in the past few days!" The director was still in a state of excitement, and kept looking back at the picture on the monitor, "Look at his eyes, look at his micro-expression at this time, it's textbook level!" ”

"Xiao Ye is amazing~ self-taught!"

"That's it, it looks like a sweeping monk."

Ye Wencheng obediently listened to the praise of the people around him, and occasionally blocked back a few excessive praises, he saw the heroine give him a thumbs up, and then said with a smile: "Xiao Ye, when you rest at night, let's go eat hot pot together!" ”

Ye Wencheng smiled softly: "Okay, sister." ”