"Ye Wencheng, your eyes are not in place for this, do it again." The director glanced at the camera and shook his head.

"Okay, I'll do it all over again." Ye Wencheng wore a thin costume and went down to the waterhole again.

It's cold, it's a night play, the staff by the waterhole are wearing thick cotton clothes, and the breath that has been frozen has turned into white mist, not to mention that they are wearing single clothes and going down to the water for a minute, Ye Wencheng doesn't know that he is "treated differently", but thinking that this is his first male lead play after all, he gritted his teeth and persevered.

When he came up from the pool, Ye Wencheng was so cold that his teeth were chattering, and everyone in the crew couldn't sit still, some people took hot soup, some people took thick clothes, and they surrounded one after another.

After drinking the hot soup and putting on thick clothes, Ye Wencheng felt a little relieved, he coughed a few times and wrapped his clothes tightly.

"That's all for today's actor's scene, tomorrow morning I will rest for half a day, and I will shoot the second male in the afternoon." The director shouted at the top of his voice.

"Director, that's not appropriate, is it?" The scene reporter leaned over to the director and said.

"How is it not suitable?!"

"Tomorrow afternoon is Xiao Ye's play."

The director glanced at Ye Wencheng: "Oh, he turned the tune back." ”

"Backwards again? Then you can't get it until night again? The field reporter was stunned.

"Where is all this nonsense? If you want to tune it, you can tune it! The director's voice suddenly became a little louder, so that everyone around him heard it.

Ye Wencheng clenched the empty bowl in his hand and coughed a few more times.

After the director left, several crew members muttered for Ye Wencheng.

"Director Lu too, on such a cold day, he always let Xiao Ye shoot night scenes."

"There's no way, whoever let his nephew not receive this male number one, he must be in his heart, and he doesn't like Xiaoye."

"Alas, Xiaoye is so miserable......"

"Alas, it's not good to blame him for his own life, and his agency doesn't care much about him, and he doesn't even have an assistant......"

Ye Wencheng, who "doesn't hurt his father and doesn't love his mother", stood up silently, bowed to the staff who gave him hot water and clothes, and then walked back slowly to remove his makeup.

This time, he took on a small-budget ancient puppet, the theme is relatively novel, the story is interesting, most of the people in the crew are newcomers, and they get along quite well.

In addition to director Lu Fei.

The first time they met, Ye Wencheng knew that he didn't like him.

"Huh? Wasn't Ye Wencheng recommended by Zhao Dahong and Zhao Photography? Why did Director Lu give him small shoes to wear? At the beginning, there were many people in the crew who asked this quietly in private.

Later, after the news of Lu Fei's nephew missing the male number one in this drama spread, everyone knew it, and Ye Wencheng's eyes gradually brought pity.

When Ye Wencheng returned to the hotel, he felt that his hair cover had been frozen into a ball with his hair, so he took alcohol and carefully wiped the paste in the mirror, and slowly took off the hair cover.

Taking off his clothes, he went into the bathroom and began to take a shower, the hot water poured down on his body, regaining the warmth of his stiff limbs.

Ye Wencheng closed his eyes, recalling Lu Fei's bits and pieces against him, but in the midst of the steam, a figure broke into his mind. He snapped his eyes open, and the hot air rushed somewhere below him.

It's Suzan.

Ye Wencheng stretched out his hand to hold it, the corners of his mouth were curvature, and water droplets or sweat gathered at the tips of his hair, falling rhythmically on his craggy collarbone.

After a low muffled snort, Ye Wencheng shook off the water droplets on his hair and pulled a bath towel to wrap himself.