Why can't Xiao Luo do such a thing? Zhou Ziheng was so angry that he sat up from the sofa and was about to send a text message to question Xiao Luo, but Jiang Yin came back.

"What are you doing in my office? Is there anything wrong?" Jiang Yin put down the documents in her hand.

"No." Zhou Ziheng stood up. He thought that he might as well go back and promise others what he should have done. It was completely untrustworthy to repent in the middle of his life. "Sister Yin, lend me your car and I'll go home."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yin directly pulled the chair opposite the desk to him, "Hey, don't leave, I'm going to tell you something."

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

"What? Is there an urgent matter?"

“It’s not very…”

"Then sit down, I'm a big deal." Jiang Yin sat down on her own, took out a few copies from the thick stack of folders just now and pushed them in front of Zhou Ziheng. There was no way, Zhou Ziheng had to give up the idea of ​​going back to find Xia Xiqing, and sent a message to Luo Luo, asking him to take Xia Xiqing out, and then sat in front of Jiang Yin.

"This is a book I sent recently. There are so many. We sifted it during the meeting just now. You can take a look at the rest." Jiang Yin poured himself a glass of water on his high heels. "The effect of this reality show is really unexpected. When the trailer was released, many people came to me. Now the first episode is ratings are so good. I really didn't expect it."

"You thought of it, so you forced me to go." Zhou Ziheng, who was looking through the script, exposed Jiang Yin without hesitation.

Jiang Yin smiled and put down the cup, "I'm forcing you? I think you're very happy now."

"Who is happy?" Zhou Ziheng curled his lips, disregarding her teasing, and looked down at the notebook. The scripts in his hand were very different, from the core of the story to the form of expression.

"I probably watched it. These directors are good. Director Li Longli is heading for the New Year holiday. Yu Feng and Shao Shihua are two veteran actors. They are comedy themes that the audience likes. I think you can consider it. Although they are not the starring actor, you have never been exposed to this theme. You can try it. Director Zhang Bowen's book is similar to the previous "Murder of Autumn" that won the xx award. They are both suspense films in a realistic style, with two male protagonists. I heard that they are contacting Cheng Songming."

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

"The script won the award, nominated for the Best Actor but not," Jiang Yin sighed, "I guess this time I went for the Best Actor, so although the team and book are good, I still don't want you to accept it. Cheng Songming obviously wants to win the award this time. His role is a blind murderer and has a lot of room for performance. Your role is a policeman. I think the setting of this role itself does not have much breakthrough, and it is basically to make wedding dresses for others."

Zhou Ziheng nodded, "But my fans are looking forward to me playing the role of a policeman every day."

Jiang Yin smiled, "That's because they have a uniform plot, and I think you look good in uniform."

"There are doctors, pilots, soldiers..." Zhou Ziheng showed a helpless and doting smile on his face, "Put pictures wearing various uniforms every day under my Weibo."

"It depends on you. If you didn't think your fan-loving character is too fucked, you should have one for you." Speaking of this, Jiang Yin began to joke, "What's the difficulty of uniforms? Next time you go home, please ask your dad to borrow a set of dressings and pry out the epaulettes for you."

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

Jiang Yin laughed out loud, "Water meter warning, OK, let's talk about it seriously." She took out the lowest one, "and this one, from the director's qualifications, this is definitely not comparable to the two just now. Kuncheng is a new director. He has made niche independent films before, and he is very talented and young. If you don't say anything else, I think you will like this script."

Zhou Ziheng looked at the script, and the title read two words - "Stalking".

The male protagonist Gao Kun was born in the mountains of the southwest. When he was sixteen, he was cheated of money when he came to work. When he was desperate, he sold blood to survive, but accidentally got AIDS. In despair, he was full of revenge for this society. He just wanted to kill people and vent hatred, but he was unwilling to die alone. So he followed a girl one day and wanted to attack her, but because of the heroine Lin Siya's actions, he gave up the idea of ​​killing.

Lin Siya is a disabled person with autism and has severe hearing damage. The two of them become each other's only friends while getting along.

In general, it is a story of mutual redemption. It combines a series of highly realistic elements of AIDS, the underlying migrant population, the disabled, autism, the soundtrack family, and domestic violence.

"Is the heroine decided?"

When Jiang Yin heard Zhou Ziheng ask this, he knew that he was right. He was indeed interested. "No, the heroine is a big problem. First, it is age. Those who are too young can't suppress this role without acting skills. It's a bit inappropriate to play against you in the age. Besides, those with great status do not want to play it."

"They are now looking for a film school, thinking about seeing if they can face a newcomer with aura. However, 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 can prepare your own first and take you over to try the mirror in a few days."

Zhou Ziheng nodded, "Are these schedules colliding together?"

"Cheng Songming had a collision with this, and asked me to say that I would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail. If "Stalking" can produce the effect of the script, it will definitely have a good reputation and box office success." Jiang Yin walked over and patted his shoulder, "Maybe you will be nominated at the awards ceremony next year."

Jiang Yin's consideration was correct. Although he is still young now, he never thought it was too late to win awards. He read the script again, for some reason, and felt that the writing and line style were a bit familiar.

"Who is the screenwriter?"

Jiang Yin's cell phone rang. She glanced at it and immediately connected, with a professional smile on her face, "Hey, here we are here, Ziheng is on the road..." 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 to the other side."

Speaking of magazines, Zhou Ziheng suddenly remembered that he had not replied to Xia Xiqing until now.

Forget it, pretend to be dead.

On the way, Zhou Ziheng sent a message to Xiao Luo, asking him whether Xia Xiqing had arrived or not, but Xiao Luo didn't reply. He couldn't help but pound, but he thought about it and said that if Xia Xiqing didn't go, someone would have notified Jiang Yin there.

After half an hour of traffic, I finally arrived at my destination. Zhou Ziheng saw Xiao Luo and other staff as soon as he got out of the elevator.

"Ziheng, you are finally here."

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

"Ah?" Xiao Luo was stunned for a moment, "Oh oh oh, my phone was given to Xiqing. He said his phone was out of battery and he was bored in makeup and wanted to play games."

After hearing this, Zhou Ziheng almost fell down, "Did you give it to him? Who asked you to give it to him?"

Luo Luo was also shocked. He rarely saw Zhou Ziheng so excited. He thought, could the relationship between these two people be as bad as the Internet said? It shouldn't be, Xia Xiqing people are gentle and polite, and everyone likes them...

"What are you asking?"

"Ah, yes, Xi Qing waited for a long time, and I gave it to him very bored."

Even his assistant was talking to Xi Qing at once, and Zhou Ziheng was really convinced. It was over. He must have seen all the messages he sent to Luo Luo just now. This time he couldn't even pretend to be dead.

"Ziheng, here." The staff of the styling team led him into the dressing room. A very beautiful female makeup artist Shane happened to come out from inside. She had a lip nail on her lower lip, which was shiny. It was not the first time Shane has styling Zhou Ziheng. The two are quite familiar, so she avoided a lot of polite words, "Hey, Ziheng is here, just right, I'll convey to you the concept of this shooting 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 skin look whiter, which was originally bloodless. A makeup artist adjusted his makeup in front, while the hairstylist held a curling rod in his hand to stym him at the back.

Unlike the casual hairstyles in the past, Xia Xiqing's black hair that grew to the neck was curled out of a very slight curve, lazily covering his deep and delicate side face. His whole aura was affected by makeup and hair, from romantic and free and easy to become expensive and lazy.

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

For a moment, the heart was cumbersome.

Zhou Ziheng's brain slowed down for a few seconds before he tried hard to resume operation. He didn't know what expression he used to respond to Xia Xiqing's smile. After all, they were not even friends. Their relationship was simply too strange, beyond Zhou Ziheng's full understanding of interpersonal communication over the past 20 years.

Shane took out a few concept design drafts for Zhou Ziheng to show, "This is Lin Mo gave me. This time the style will be closer... Have you seen Hannibal?"

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

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

"Murder and victim..."

Reality is completely reversed, and it is extremely ironic.

"Absolutely." The stylist pushed the moving clothes hanger with a row of clothes over. Shane walked over and took out a white turtleneck sweater from it, then walked to the accessories area to find a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a pair of gloves that the surgeon would wear during surgery.

Zhou Ziheng, who had changed his clothes, just sat down when he heard the makeup artist next to him covering the spoiler of "Escape from the Sky" to Xia Xiqing.

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

Xia Xiqing smiled slightly, raised her eyes upwards and looked at the makeup artist, "What should I do? You will not watch the next episode after I tell you."

"I will definitely watch it! I will take the whole family and the young man to watch it."

Looking at the gentle smile on Xia Xiqing's face, Zhou Ziheng felt unhappy. He pulled the collar of his sweater and stared at himself in the mirror.

"Oh, what's going on with your lips Xiqing? I just realized." The makeup artist was about to apply lipstick to him, but found a deep wound on his lips, "It's all covered with blood scabs."

The perpetrator couldn't help but glance in the mirror secretly, but saw Xia Xiqing still smiling, looking like he was not important, "I was bitten by a dog."

You are a dog, so I was kissed by a dog. Zhou Ziheng retorted 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 makeup artist didn't go into the deeper delve into the reason, but just felt it was a bit difficult, "Shane, he has scabbed and cannot get the color up. What should I do? Will it be later?"

Shane, who was discussing hairstyle issues with Zhou Ziheng's hair stylist, walked over and checked it. It was really serious. "I'll call Lin Mo over. He has obsessive-compulsive disorder and is in great trouble." After that, Shane left the dressing room.

After the boss spoke, no one in the styling group changed his rash action. Xia Xiqing turned his face when he was free. In order to prevent his hair from rubbing against his makeup, he had two small silver clips on his head, which looked very cute.

This face that everyone unanimously evaluated as an angel, looked in the direction of Zhou Ziheng from the mirror, and confirmed that he was blowing his styling, and he also met his own sight. Xia Xiqing opened his mouth slightly, raised his upper teeth lightly, and slowly bit his lower lip.

Once again, Zhou Ziheng felt the illusion of heart paralysis. He glanced at him and looked in the opposite direction.

Such actions are like a code word, only the perpetrator and the victim know about them.

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

Not long after, Shane walked in again, followed by the big photographer Lin Mo. To be honest, this is not the first time Xia Xiqing met Lin Mo. When he was studying abroad, he once met at a party and seemed to have said a few words, but the time was too long, and his memory was a little blurry. He only knew that he, like himself, was a person with a name outside.

There was a little deviation from his impression. Lin Mo, wearing a leather jacket, had a round inch, and his neck was covered with tattoos with patterns that could not be seen clearly. As soon as he walked in, he saw Xia Xiqing and a smile appeared on his face.

Xia Xiqing had no feelings for him, but his constant disguise made him habitually smile back.

"I heard that your mouth is injured?" Lin Mo walked to Xia Xiqing's side, "Let's see how serious it is." As he said that, his hand was about to pinch Xia Xiqing's chin, but Xia Xiqing quietly flashed backwards, and he reached out and pulled his lips.

"It's really serious."

Shane, who was standing by, suggested, "Actually, it is impossible to see if you pun it."

"What?" Lin Mo smiled, "Have you heard a saying that the wounds of a beauty are also works of art?"

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

"Let's change the concept. Your group now has a special 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, with cheekbones down." Shane responded and led the useless makeup artist away. Lin Mo walked to the tool 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 hairdryer stopped. The hairdryer did not find the spray to use on the dressing table, so he had to ask Zhou Ziheng to wait first. She went to the car to go to the tool box. Zhou Ziheng nodded, watched the hairdryer leave, turned his head, stared at Xia Xiqing and the person beside him, and his back teeth were biting unconsciously and biting them tightly.

Lin Mo reached out and grabbed Xia Xiqing's black silk shirt, cut a hole in the part below the rib, pulled it with his hands, and then cut it again on his shoulder, put his fingers at the cut-out thorn, pulling it apart. The sound of the fabric breaking seemed particularly harsh in the quiet dressing room.

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

The word reunion is really subtle. Xia Xiqing sneered in his heart, just like they had an affair before.

"It's really fate." Lin Mo put his hand on Xia Xiqing's shoulder, looked at the mirror, and his fingers gently rubbed against the exposed skin on the cracked shirt.

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

His patience has come to an end.

Just as Xia Xiqing was about to have an attack, what he didn't expect was that one hand passed by him and grabbed Lin Mo's wrist and raised the hand that placed him 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 is full of deterrence.

Lin Mo was stunned. He really didn't expect Zhou Ziheng to get into a thrust. He couldn't help laughing, "Ziheng, you are..."

"It's all in the same circle, and I'm not surprised by many things. But..." Zhou Ziheng's chin raised slightly, and his eyes looked down at Lin Mo with a very cold look, but the corners of his mouth were raised. His voice was low and slow, meaningful.
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