After Transmigrating, the Wealthy Actor and I have a HE Ending

Shooting in the winter is definitely not a comfortable experience for actors, so that almost everyone stays in the kitchen after eating to keep warm, and they are reluctant to return to the studio until the director uses a horn to call out talents to come out.

Sheng Xingze did the same. He dragged him to the end reluctantly and walked out of the house. The oncoming snow poured on his neck, and the cold man took a breath.

Even so, today is a rare good weather. The location is in a remote village around the film and television city. This is the pure land of Elysium that has never been polluted by heavy industrialization. There is even a babbling stream in the village. On freezing, from a distance, it shows a lonely thick gray-blue, reflecting the gray-black forest that has fallen off the leaves. Fog evaporates in the forest, and the clouds are light and translucent.

"Sheng Xingze! Sheng Xingze!"

Zhang Chao's voice is extremely penetrating, and he seems to have stayed there for a long time. His nose was cold with red. "What about Sheng Xingze? Come here!"

"Come here--" Sheng Xingze tightened the white costume on his body. In order to appear elegant, this thing is really thin. "Director, are you looking for me?"

"Sheng Shao, it's not that I want to trouble you," Zhang Chao knocked on the camera. "It's a bit overwhelming."

The lens is a picture taken by the original owner. Although the person in the picture has a good skin, his expression is stiff, and the lines are also dry, just like he was forced to sit in the classroom and read the text when he did not wake up in the morning.

Others on the set looked at Sheng Xingze, there were plain, sympathetic, and a lot of gloating.

Sheng Xingze was caught by the director as soon as he came, and several small actors who had not dared to lift their heads who had been scolded now also dare to raise their heads and quietly look in the direction of Zhang Chao.

"OK, I'll retake it immediately."

Sheng Xingze was all under his control. He was not satisfied with the shots taken by the original owner. He happened to have a chance to do it again. In other people's eyes, he doubled the workload, but Sheng Xingze was desperate.

There was a fierce dispute in the dressing room. Sheng Xingze stood at the door and knocked on the door without pretending to hear anything. The sound in the room suddenly stopped, and the people inside answered him before pushing the door in.

Makeup artist Meng Xia is the old man in the crew. He followed Zhang Zhao when he made the first film. Everyone usually respects her, and even Yu Bai will call "Xia Xi".

But as soon as he came to the studio this afternoon, Zhang Chaoming secretly mocked him. In contrast, his attitude towards Sheng Xingze's vase is actually the best. A lot of people saved their anger and nowhere to release and spread it on other staff members. I was just afraid that Yuan Xiu had trouble finding her from the beginning.

Seeing that Sheng Xingze came in, Meng Xia secretly sighed.

Here comes another difficult one to deal with.

After a while, Yu Bai also came in and sat in a place not far from Sheng Xingze. There was only a makeup artist in Mengxia in this room. Depending on the situation, she had to make makeup for Yuan Xiu for a while. Turning, he moved in the direction of Yu Bai.

He said lightly, "The movie emperor has been exhausted, and this winter must accompany me to remake the movie."

Sheng Xingze's voice is that kind of juvenile clear, so at first glance, there is a sense of frivolousness that can't be said, "Sorry?"

The highlight on Yuan Xiu's face only hit half, and when he heard Sheng Xingze's words, he turned his head violently as if he had passed all the electricity. The makeup artist quickly moved the brush away, so as to avoid failing to make up the makeup," Guang said Sorry, what's the use? We are all ridiculed because of you, how are you so sorry?"

Yu Baibi sat there staring intently, like a statue, saying nothing.

Yuan Xiu was even more energetic when he saw this. "What's more, I didn't hear what you mean."

Sheng Xingze was a little distracted. In the original work, Yu Bai's wealthy family was mentioned. His father was the boss of the group, and his mother was also a famous strong woman. On top of Yu Bai was a very capable brother who inherited his family business.

Although Yu Bai’s father is usually busy, the education of the two sons has always been hands-on. The mother has paid more attention to them since the birth of the two sons, until the two sons have their own lives. Before returning to the workplace. Although Yu Bai was born in such a family, he never missed the love from a young age. It is inseparable for him to have the current results and the excellent education at home.

Sheng Xingze has never seen Yu Bai's acting, but from the description of the original book he probably can imagine Yu Bai's excellence.

He didn't take care of Yuan Xiu who deliberately stabbed, "Eh, Yu Yingdi, why do you say the director is so angry, did he take the gunpowder?"

"It's about you."

Yu Baiyan said succinctly, "The screenwriter looked at your master tape before, and clashed with the director and took his face."

Adults' anger is always tortuous, and it is difficult for them to vent their anger at their direct angry objects, so they wave their swords to the weaker.

"Why are you so useless--" Yuan Xiu mumbled in his mouth. "It's annoying."

There was an unknown fire in his heart, and Sheng Xingze froze and shouted at him. This was the first time he called the name in this book with a strong emotional color, "Yuan Xiu."

"what?"

"Are you really stupid or fake stupid," Sheng Xingze said unkindly, "Zhang Dao's rebirth didn't dare to reprimand me directly, at least for the moment I am still the biggest investor, what do you count?"

The water vapor in the air seemed to be condensed, and he laughed out loud, "After being ridiculed by Zhang Dao, you dare to come to me to vent, how did you live up to your IQ? Do you really have this kind of brain? ?"

Some words should still be said, otherwise it will only be pushed on the nose by some people.

"I have a sentence that I want you to tell Lin Mu. Maybe you have some use as a microphone," Sheng Xingze seemed to laugh.

"Tell him, please follow my advice, stay in his place, and we will be in peace with each other."

The next drama revolved around Bai Xinglan and Su Jinmu. The two starring actors were already in place, and other staff members quickly stood on their posts, fearing that they would be ridiculed by Zhang Chao when they moved slowly.

"For the first time in the third game of "Xinglan", action."

With a scoreboard, the two actors immediately entered the state.

"Master." Su Jinmu knelt in front of Master's bed, half of his body fell on Bai Xinglan's body, his voice trembling. "Master, wake up, don't scare me."

The person on the bed was pale and not a little bit bloody, and there was no response no matter how he called. Su Jinmu held Master's hand, and just a few days ago, he accidentally heard Master say that if he can't, he will be used as a medicine.

He didn’t know what Master said he couldn’t do, but he understood what Yaoyue meant and knew Master’s willingness to leave his intentions. He was shocked, wept bitterly, and even wanted to question Bai Xinglan, but really waited until this moment, Su Jinmu found that as long as he could keep Master alive, he would do whatever he could.

"Master, you must get well." Su Jinmu didn't hesitate to feed his blood a little bit into Bai Xinglan's mouth. With the passage of time, Bai Xinglan's face became bloody, but Su Jinmu was getting weaker and weaker. In the end, even the strength to put the wound on Bai Xinglan's mouth was gone. Bai Xinglan was lying on the bed, heard the apprentice whispering in his ear.

"Master, you said that we study medicine to save people, but I have no way to save the world like Master. The only thing Amu can do is to let Master save more people." Bai Xinglan wanted to tell the apprentice that he had found Knowing the prescription of poison, they will soon be like ordinary mentors and apprentices, but their bodies are so heavy that they can't even listen to them.

"Master."

The teenager lay beside Master and muttered the most important title for him.

But he seemed to have something to say, but his lips whizzed and finally chose silence.

A warm touch touched and separated on Bai Xinglan's cheeks, like wandering on the snowy ground without shadows, depicting the streets cast in the spring breeze, Su Jinmu's life passed away.

There was a silence on the set, and finally Mengxia's voice broke the peace.

"It's not quite the same as I thought," she paused. "I thought I would see the camera shake to a tearful feeling, and Su Jinmu, who was fighting with heaven and earth, was desperate to be crazy. It should be like a wild dance. The devil's picture scroll finally uttered a love word almost crazy—"

Zhang Chao said, "But that's not Su Jinmu anymore," he patted Meng Xia's shoulder. "What's more, how do you know he didn't confide love words?"

He pointed out, "What a deafening silence it is!"

"Yes," she nodded.

"This is the most direct confession."