I Only Like Your Character Settings

Why can't Ronaldinho handle such a little thing well. Zhou Ziheng was so angry that he sat up from the sofa all of a sudden, and was about to send a text message to question Xiao Luo when Jiang Yin came back.

"What are you doing in my office? What's the matter?" Jiang Yin put down the document in her hand.

"No." Zhou Ziheng stood up. He thought about going back. He should have done what he promised others. It is completely dishonest for him to go back on his word, "Sister Yin, put your car away. Let me use it, I'll go home."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yin directly pulled away the chair opposite the desk for him, "Hey, don't go, I just have something to tell you."

"Ah?" Zhou Ziheng held the phone with a reluctance on his face.

"What? Is there something urgent?"

"It's not very..."

"Then sit down, this is a big deal for me." Jiang Yin sat down on her own, took out a few files from the thick stack of folders and pushed them in front of Zhou Ziheng. There was no way, Zhou Ziheng could only give up the idea of ​​going back to find Xia Xiqing, sent a message to Ronaldinho, telling him to bring Xia Xiqing out, and then sat in front of Jiang Yin.

"This is a recently sent notebook. There are too many. We just sifted through the meeting, and you can read the rest." Jiang Yin poured herself a glass of water while stepping on her high-heeled shoes, "The effect of this reality show It was really unexpected, since the trailer was released, many people have been looking for me, and now the ratings of the first episode are so good, I really didn’t expect it.”

"You thought about it, that's why you forced me to go." Zhou Ziheng, who was flipping through the script, unceremoniously exposed Jiang Yin.

Jiang Yin smiled and put down the cup, "I forced you? I think you are quite happy now."

"Who's willing?" Zhou Ziheng curled his lips, not wanting to pay attention to her teasing, and looked down at his notebook. The several scripts in hand are very different, from the core of the story to the form of expression.

"I took a look and found that these directors are all good. Director Li Longli's one is for the New Year's Eve. Yu Feng and Shao Shihua are two veteran film stars, and they are comedy themes that audiences love. I think it can be considered, although It’s not a leading role, but if you haven’t been exposed to this subject, you can try it. Director Zhang Bowen’s book is similar to his previous XX Award-winning "Murder in Autumn". The male lead, I heard that they are contacting Cheng Songming."

Cheng Songming is an acquaintance of Zhou Ziheng. He collaborated with him in a movie when he was a child. Zhou Ziheng played his younger brother. He suddenly remembered, "Did Brother Ming win the award for "Lost" last time?"

"The script won the award, but it was nominated for the best actor but it didn't win," Jiang Yin sighed, "I guess it's for the best actor this time, so although the cast and book of this book are good, I still don't think much about it." Let you pick it up. Cheng Songming obviously wants to win an award this time. His role is a blind murderer, which has a lot of room for performance. Your role is a policeman. I don’t think the setting of this role itself has made much breakthrough. It’s basically making wedding dresses for other people.”

Zhou Ziheng nodded, "But my fans expect me to play a policeman every day."

Jiang Yin laughed, "That's because they have a plot about uniforms and think you look good in uniforms."

"There are also doctors, pilots, and soldiers..." Zhou Ziheng showed a helpless and doting smile on his face, "Every day I post P pictures in various uniforms on my Weibo."

"Look at you, if you don't think the current favorite fan character design is too boring, I should get you one." Speaking of this, Jiang Yin began to joke, "What's so difficult about uniforms, next time you go home, ask your dad to borrow one. Wear it, I'll give you the epaulets or something."

Zhou Ziheng's expression immediately became serious, and he frowned slightly, "Then how can you wear it casually?"

Jiang Yin burst out laughing, "Water meter warning, okay, let's get serious." She took out the bottom copy, "And this is it. From the perspective of the director's qualifications, this is definitely not as good as the one just now. Those two. Kun Cheng is a cutting-edge director who has made niche independent films before. He is very talented and young. Among other things, I think you will like this script."

Zhou Ziheng looked at the script, and there were two words on the title - "Tracking".

The leading actor, Gao Kun, was born in a mountainous area in Southwest China. When he was 16 years old, he was cheated out of money when he came out to work. When he was desperate, he sold his blood to survive, but accidentally contracted AIDS. Desperate, he was full of vengeance towards this society, he just wanted to kill to vent his hatred, and he didn't want to die alone, so he followed a girl one day and wanted to attack her, but he gave up killing because of an action by the heroine Lin Siya thought.

Lin Siya is a disabled person with autism and severe hearing loss. The two became each other's only friends while getting along.

In general, it is a story of mutual redemption. It mixes a series of realistic elements such as AIDS, the bottom floating population, the disabled, autism, the original family, and domestic violence.

"Is the heroine decided?"

Hearing Zhou Ziheng's question, Jiang Yin knew that she was right, and he was really interested, "No, the heroine is a big problem, one is age, too young and no acting skills can't hold this role, good acting skills will act with you The age of the opponent is a bit inappropriate, and besides, I don’t want to act if I have a big celebrity.”

"They have all gone to the Film Academy to look for it now, thinking to see if they can meet a newcomer with aura. But I heard that the screenwriter is still revising the script, and has already revised three drafts before. The role of the heroine has changed a lot , in short, you prepare your own first, and I will take you there to try the mirror in a few days."

Zhou Ziheng nodded, "Are these schedules collided?"

"Cheng Songming collided with this. If you want me to say, I would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail. If "Tracking" can be filmed to the effect of the script, it will definitely have a good box office." Jiang Yin came over and patted him on the shoulder, "Maybe you both will be nominated at the awards ceremony next year."

Jiang Yin's thinking is not wrong. Although he is still young, it is never too late to win an award. He looked at the script again, and for some reason, he felt that the writing and lines were a bit familiar.

"Who is the screenwriter?"

Jiang Yin's cell phone rang, she glanced at it and connected it immediately, with a professional smile on her face, "Hey, here we come, Ziheng is on his way..." After hanging up the phone politely, she immediately urged Zhou Ziheng, " I almost forgot about the magazine, go downstairs quickly, I'll ask an assistant to drive you there directly."

Speaking of magazines, Zhou Ziheng suddenly remembered that he hadn't replied to Xia Xiqing until now.

Forget it, play dead.

On the way, Zhou Ziheng sent Xiao Luo a message, asking him if Xia Xiqing had arrived, but Xiao Luo didn't reply. He couldn't help beating his heart, but he thought about it, if Xia Xiqing didn't go, someone should have informed Jiang Yin over there.

After being stuck in traffic for half an hour, we finally arrived at our destination. As soon as Zhou Ziheng got out of the elevator, he saw Ronaldinho and other staff members.

"Zi Heng, you are finally here."

Zhou Ziheng strode towards the shed and asked him, "Why didn't you reply to my message?"

"Ah?" Xiao Luo was stunned for a moment, "Oh, my phone was cleared by Xi. He said that his phone was out of battery, and he was bored with makeup and wanted to play games."

After hearing this, Zhou Ziheng almost fell down, "You gave it to him? Who told you to give it to him?"

Xiao Luo was also taken aback, it was rare for him to see Zhou Ziheng so excited, and he wondered if the relationship between these two people was as bad as it was said on the Internet? It shouldn't be, Xia Xiqing is gentle and polite, everyone likes it...

"Ask you something."

"Ah, yes, Xi Qing has been waiting for a long time, and I gave it to him when I was bored."

Even his own assistants learned one by one, Zhou Ziheng was really convinced. It's over, he must have seen all the messages just sent to Xiao Luo, this time he can't even pretend to be dead.

"Ziheng, this way." The staff of the styling team led him into the dressing room, and a beautiful female makeup artist, Shane, happened to come out of it. She had a lip stud on her lower lip, which was shiny, Shane It's not the first time I've done modeling for Zhou Ziheng, and the two are fairly familiar, so I saved a lot of polite words, "Hey Ziheng is here, just in time, let me convey the concept of this shooting to you first."

Zhou Ziheng nodded and followed her. As soon as he approached the room, he saw Xia Xiqing sitting in front of the mirror. He was arranged to wear a satin silk black shirt, which made his bloodless skin whiter Now, a makeup artist is adjusting his makeup in front, and a hair stylist is holding a curling iron in his hand to style him in the back.

Unlike previous casual hairstyles, Xia Xiqing's neck-length black hair was rolled out in a very slight arc, lazily half-hiding his deep and delicate side face, and his whole aura was affected by the makeup and hair. The romantic free and easy has turned into a noble laziness.

While watching, Xia Xiqing, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly turned his head, blinked his eyes slowly, and smiled at him with the corners of his mouth tilted.

For a moment, my heart was numb.

Zhou Ziheng's brain froze for a few seconds before trying to resume operation. He didn't know what expression to use to respond to Xia Xiqing's smile. After all, they were not even friends. The relationship between them was simply too strange, beyond Zhou Ziheng's understanding of interpersonal communication in the past twenty years.

Shane took out a few conceptual design drafts and showed them to Zhou Ziheng, "It was given to me by Lin Mo. This time the style will be closer...Have you seen Hannibal?"

Zhou Ziheng nodded, "Are you going to watch the horror special?"

"No." Shane laughed, "It's just a similar concept. You are a bloodthirsty murderer or something. We may give you a more abstinent look, hahaha anyway, you have always taken this path La."

"The murderer and the victim..."

The reality is completely turned upside down, which is extremely ironic.

"Almost." The styling assistant pushed over a mobile hanger with a row of clothes on it. Shane walked over and took out a white turtleneck sweater from it, and went to the accessories area to find a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a pair of surgeons. Gloves worn during surgery.

Zhou Ziheng, who had changed his clothes, had just sat down when he heard the make-up artist next to him telling Xia Xiqing the spoiler of "Escape from Life".

"Oh, Xi Qing, just tell me, I won't tell others."

Xia Xiqing smiled slightly, raised his eyes to look at the makeup artist, "What should I do, after I tell you, you won't watch the next episode."

"I will definitely watch it! I will watch it with the whole family."

Seeing the gentle smile on Xia Xiqing's face, Zhou Ziheng was not very happy. He pulled the collar of his sweater and stared at himself in the mirror.

"Ah, what happened to Xi Qing's lips? I just found out." The makeup artist was about to apply lipstick on him, but found a deep wound on his lip, "It's all scabbed with blood."

The perpetrator couldn't help taking a sneak peek in the mirror, only to see Xia Xiqing was still smiling, with a look of nothing serious on his face, "I was bitten by a dog."

You are the dog, so I was kissed by the dog. Zhou Ziheng turned back in his heart.

"Really? Hahahaha, you must be lying to me."

"I lied to you." Xia Xiqing's eyes drooped, "I accidentally bit it."

The make-up artist didn't go further into the reason, but just found it a bit difficult to deal with, "Shane, his injury is scabbed, and he can't get the color, what should I do, is it in the later stage?"

Shane, who was discussing the hairstyle problem with Zhou Ziheng's hair stylist, walked over to check it out, and it was really serious, "I'll call Lin Mo over, he has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he's in trouble." After speaking, Shane left the dressing room.

When the boss spoke, no one in the styling team changed their behavior. Xia Xiqing, who was free, turned his face sideways. In order to prevent his hair from rubbing against his makeup, he also had two small silver clips on his head, which looked very cute.

This face, which everyone unanimously evaluated as an angel, looked in the direction of Zhou Ziheng from the mirror, and confirmed that he was blowing the shape and met his gaze. Xia Xiqing opened his mouth slightly, raised his upper teeth slightly, and moved slowly. Biting his lower lip lightly.

Once again, Zhou Ziheng felt the illusion of heart paralysis, he turned his eyes and looked in the opposite direction.

Such an action is like a code word that only the perpetrator and the victim know.

To be precise, it is the perpetrator who is full of guilt, and the victim who uses the other party's excess morality as a bargaining chip to wantonly threaten him.

Not long after, Shane walked in hurriedly again, followed by the great photographer Lin Mo. To be honest, this is not the first time Xia Xiqing met Lin Mo. When he was studying abroad, he met at a party and seemed to have exchanged a few words, but the time had passed so long that his memory was a little fuzzy. He only knew about him and himself. The same, they are all people with false names.

There was a slight deviation from the image he had in mind. Lin Mo was wearing a leather jacket with round inches, and his neck was full of tattoos with unclear patterns. As soon as he walked in, he saw Xia Xiqing with a smile on his face.

Xia Xiqing didn't have any feelings for him, but his usual disguise made him habitually return a smiling face.

"I heard that your mouth was injured?" Lin Mo walked to Xia Xiqing's side, "Let me see how serious it is." As he spoke, his hand was about to pinch Xia Xiqing's chin, but Xia Xiqing flashed back calmly Yes, he stretched out his hand and pulled his lower lip.

"It's really serious."

Shane on the side suggested, "Actually, you can't tell if the P is off."

"P what?" Lin Mo smiled, "Haven't you heard a saying that a beauty's wound is also a work of art?"

Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting by the side blowing his hair with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and frowned slightly when he heard this sentence.

"How about this, let's change the concept. Your group now has a special effects makeup artist. Now go and call him over and draw a wound on Xia Xiqing's face." Lin Mo tilted his head and looked at Xia Xiqing's face carefully, "Just Draw it on the right side, with the cheekbones down." Shane agreed, and led the useless makeup artist away. Lin Mo went to the knife cabinet and found a pair of scissors. Lin Mo took the scissors and circled Xia Xiqing twice.

Xia Xiqing probably guessed what he was going to do.

The sound of the hair dryer stopped, and the hair stylist couldn't find the spray to use on the dressing table, so she had to ask Zhou Ziheng to wait, and she went to the car to get the toolbox. Zhou Ziheng nodded. After watching the hairdresser leave, he turned his head and stared at Xia Xiqing and the person beside him. His back molars unconsciously clenched and clenched.

Lin Mo reached out and grabbed Xia Xiqing's black silk shirt, cut a cut below the ribs, pulled it with his hands, then cut again at the shoulder, and put his fingers on the cut. , tearing it apart, the sound of the fabric breaking, was particularly harsh in the silent dressing room.

"I didn't expect that after going around, we would meet again in China."

The word "reunion" was really subtle, Xia Xiqing sneered inwardly, as if they had had an affair before.

"It's really destined." Lin Mo put his hand on Xia Xiqing's shoulder, looked at the mirror, and gently rubbed the exposed skin where the shirt was torn with his fingers.

Xia Xiqing frowned quickly. How dare this disgusting guy flirt with him?

His patience has long since run out.

Just as Xia Xiqing was about to explode, what he didn't expect was that a hand passed him first and grabbed Lin Mo's wrist, and raised the hand he had placed on Xia Xiqing's shoulder.

Zhou Ziheng's height and aura are naturally oppressive. Even if he doesn't say a word, just a look in his eyes is full of deterrence.

Lin Mo was stunned, he really didn't expect Zhou Ziheng to intervene, he couldn't help laughing, "Ziheng, you are..."

"It's all in the same circle. You and I are not surprised by many things. But..." Zhou Ziheng's chin lifted slightly, his eyes looking down at Lin Mo were extremely cold, but the corners of his mouth were raised. His voice was deep and slow, with deep meaning.

"My fan is not deeply involved in the world, so I think it is necessary to protect him."

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