The Little Chef of the Actor's Family [MTL]

Ch 32

Xu Bai and Lin Ling were both young people, and the noise was endless, and no one heard the conversation between Jiang Qi and Ye Xi.

I saw Ye Xi's body tremble, raised his eyes to look at Jiang Qi, and was silent.

Jiang Qi smiled, and there was no intention of complaining or retaliating in his words: "What do you think about a singer who wants to come to the big screen?"

Ye Xi bit his lip, and only squeezed out a few words after a while: "Yes...... It is the arrangement of the company.

"Sure enough. Jiang Qi snorted lightly.

Starlight Entertainment is still following the old path.

Without Jiang Qi, there is at least one Ye Xi who has won the championship, if you want to get money faster, then come to filming, whether you are suitable or not? What does it hold for you in the future?

As long as you can make money.

This virtue of squeezing people dry out as a cash cow, I'm afraid Starlight Entertainment can't change it.

Jiang Qi looked at the dark green in Ye Xi's eyes, thinking that it was not easy for her to live this time, but he couldn't sympathize with her.

The things that Ye Xi did couldn't match Starlight Entertainment, and he was not surprised at all.

"Sister Qiao is twenty-five years old, older than you, and people just treat you as a younger brother! Can you not be sentimental! Lin Ling tore through the disguise of pure goodness, crossed his waist and crossed his waist to line with Xu Bai.

"You're two years older than me, and you're my sister too! Why is Sister Qiao so gentle, you are so fierce! Can the girl's family learn from Sister Qiao!

Xu Bai did not show weakness, and his voice was louder than Lin Ling.

"Then why don't you say that you are still a boy, you don't understand the humility of girls! No wonder no one stands for you and Sister Joe's CP!

Lin Ling picked Xu Bai's sore spot and poked Xu Bai to his feet.

"You! Xu Bai pointed a finger at Lin Ling, and he couldn't hold back a fart for a long time.

"I'm me, I'm what's wrong with me? You say! Lin Ling is a head shorter than Xu Bai, but his momentum is much taller than Xu Bai, and he has the face of a high school student, and it looks like Xu Bai is bullying people.

Xu Bai couldn't say it, and he couldn't beat it, so he brushed his sleeves and left: "I'll go to Sister Qiao!"
As soon as
he opened the door of the lounge, Zhang Duan had already returned with Qiao Zhuyu.

"Sister Qiao......" Xu Bai pursed his mouth, tears couldn't fall.

When Zhang Duan saw Xu Bai's appearance, his teeth were sore.

"Be honest with me! What does it look like, finished reading the script? Have you figured out the role? Who do you want to show this coquettish look!

Zhang Duanzhong was full of anger, angry dantian, and scolded Xu Baiyi, a good big boy is like a frosted rape flower, wilting.

"Oh, I see, I'm going to read the script now. Xu Bai hung his head and sat back under Zhang Duan's angry gaze.

Lin Ling snickered on the side and whispered in Xu Bai's ear: "Look, Sister Qiao doesn't help you speak."

Xu Bai had nothing to repay, so he had to cast an unwilling look.

And Qiao Zhuyu looked at it strangely, and said in her heart that there was still someone who could restrain Xu Bai, and it was indeed a filial son under the stick.

Zhang Duan just took Qiao Zhuyu around the set, and the start-up ceremony was about to start, so he came over first to make a speech, saving him a tirade in public for a while, he couldn't do this.

Zhang Duan, who scolds people, is actually quite shy sometimes.

"Ahem! Zhang Duan cleared his throat, "I'll just say two words, the success of no drama is easy, and inexperienced people must work harder if they want to achieve results."

Speaking of this, he glanced at Xu Bai and Ye Xi.

"As for the rest," Zhang Duan paused, "it's nothing, you just have to work hard." Qiao

Zhuyu didn't go to join in the excitement at the start-up ceremony, and went back to the hotel near the set in advance, she was just a temporary assistant, and the scene was so multimedia, she couldn't show her face.

Thanks to Jiang Qi's blessing, Qiao Zhuyu has finally experienced the treatment and troubles of the top class.

Her room was an additional suite for her by Jiang Qi, which had its own kitchen, Qiao Zhuyu simply prepared a little food, and Jiang Qi came back when it was dark.

As soon as he entered the door, Jiang Qi sighed: "I haven't seen this kind of scene for a long time."

Qiao Zhuyu was bringing the food to the table, seeing Jiang Qi changing his shoes at the door, and asked casually: "What scene?" "

Good fellow! Jiang Qi still recalled, "It's been a long time since I've seen so many fans and paparazzi who follow the photos, gongs and drums are noisy, and firecrackers are ringing in unison." In

order to ensure privacy, the crew chartered all the hotel rooms, fans and paparazzi couldn't get in, and there were a lot of people downstairs.

Qiao Zhuyu didn't hear it clearly when she first entered the kitchen, and when the last mashed potatoes came out, she replied casually: "That's it, tsk, come and eat."

Jiang Qi put on his slippers and said with some taste as he walked: "There are still a lot of fans who ask you." "

Me? Qiao Zhuyu took off her apron and paused.

"I'm asking if you're coming with me. Jiang Qi said.

It seems that there are still some cp fans, Qiao Zhuyu doesn't pay much attention to it, but she has to care about Shang Jiang Qi's resentful eyes.

"Blame me for stealing your popularity?

Jiang Qi sat down, lowered his eyes, and hummed lightly.

"You and I still care about this?

Jiang Qi raised his head: "Huh?"

"You are my boss, I am popular, and it is not you who makes money. Qiao Zhuyu said.

Jiang Qi's face darkened again: "Oh." This

is uh-huh, oh-oh, like a child's temper, Qiao Zhuyu is not used to him: "Don't hurry up and eat yet." "

Oh. Jiang Qi picked up the chopsticks weakly, but when he picked up the chopsticks, he didn't know where to put them.

Boiled broccoli, cold fungus, boiled okra, black pepper chicken breast, half an egg, and a small plate of mashed potatoes.

This is the rhythm of starving Jiang Qi to death.

Look at Qiao Zhuyu in front of him again - creamy mushroom soup, potato stewed mutton, tomato fat beef baked rice.

This is the rhythm of Jiang Qi to death.

Qiao Zhuyu saw Jiang Qi's hesitation, and said mercilessly: "In the play, Chang Huan is a person at the bottom of the society, who is busy every day, unable to eat and clothe, how can it be as red as you are now, Director Zhang said, I want you to lose weight, which is more suitable for the role."

"Can't you have anything to eat?" Jiang Qi is still making the last struggle.

Qiao Zhuyu stretched out a finger and swayed it from side to side: "You don't think about it at all."

Seeing Jiang Qi's embarrassed and deflated appearance, Qiao Zhuyu added: "It's okay if you don't eat it, you can lose weight quickly like this,Although he will be malnourished, Chang Huan is an image of malnutrition. Jiang

Qi didn't expect that Qiao Zhuyu would be such a hard-hearted person who couldn't eat oil and salt.

What about his cute and obedient private chef who loves to cry at every turn and tells him that he won't leave?

Thinking of this, Jiang Qi suddenly reacted to something, and his evil thoughts gradually rose, and the corners of his mouth hooked up an evil smile.

"Want to drink? Jiang Qi asked.

Qiao Zhuyu knocked on the hand of the mushroom soup puff pastry, her eyebrows raised slightly, I have to say that she just broke the vow a few days ago, and she is really a little greedy now.

Although she doesn't drink well, it doesn't stop her from drinking it.

"Okay. Qiao Zhuyu said as if unintentionally, "Just drink a little."

Jiang Qi picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to his assistant Xiao Chen.

[Buy two cans of beer and bring them to Jewel's room.] [

Order me another crayfish, it needs to be extra spicy, but don't rush to bring it in yet, everything will wait for me to inform.] Xiao

Chen replied quickly.

[Understood, Brother Jiang.

"Xiao Chen has already gone to buy it, just wait a while, you can eat it first." Jiang Qi had a flattering smile on his face.

Seeing that Qiao Zhuyu had almost eaten, Jiang Qi asked Xiao Chen to bring things in, otherwise he was afraid that Qiao Zhuyu would get drunk and not eat.

There was a knock on the door, Qiao Zhuyu got up to open the door, and Xiao Chen outside the door was carrying takeaway in one hand and a beer in the other, all of which were stuffed to Qiao Zhuyu.

"Brother Jiang asked me to buy beer and crayfish, I ordered crayfish first, just today's store celebration, buy five catties and get a beer, which is more than two cans with cards, I will send it directly, you eat, I will go first! Xiao

Chen felt that this thing was done well, how could he eat crayfish and drink only two cans of beer, didn't he look down on his Brother Jiang's drinking?

Xiao Chen, who had once again overfulfilled the task, left with his head held high, and Qiao Zhuyu was at a loss for what to do with the heavy crayfish and beer in his hand.

Something gradually became clear in her mind, she remembered Jiang Qi's harmless smile just now, and scolded the scheming man.

"Why did it take so long? Jiang Qi didn't see it, and was still asking for some reason.

Qiao Zhuyu took a deep breath: "Because there are a lot of things."

"Many? Jiang Qi frowned, "Aren't there just two cans of beer?"

Qiao Zhuyu turned around slowly, and the big red takeaway box and dark green beer bottle in her hand were particularly eye-catching.

Qiao Zhuyu: Smiling.jpg

Jiang Qi: The smile froze and trembled.jpg

"That, Zhuyu, you listen to my explanation......".

When she arrived on the set early the next morning, Qiao Zhuyu was full of energy, followed by a languishing Jiang Qi.

Zhang Duan looked at the two of them and was puzzled: "Are the two of you in this state the other way around?"

Qiao Zhuyu didn't understand the deep meaning of Zhang Duan's words, glanced back, and said disdainfully: "Yes!" "

Last night's pot of crayfish, Jiang Qi didn't even touch a lobster whisker, Qiao Zhuyu called Xu Bai and Lin Ling to come to her room together.

Two young people, a sip of wine and a shrimp, smiled and grudge.

And Jiang Qi looked at the three of them from the side, with broccoli in his mouth, which tasted like chewing wax.

Jiang Qi, who was tortured, didn't sleep well all night, not only because of the five-pound crayfish, but also because Qiao Zhuyu had only said one word to him from last night to now - should!

"You young people now," Zhang Duan shook his head helplessly, "Okay, get ready, go to the lounge first, and read the script!" "

Filming doesn't exactly follow the rhythm of the script, it is often adjusted according to the actual situation on the shooting site.

The current filming task is Chang Huan directly facing the scene of his parents' death.

Zhang Duan took the actors to the lounge to read the script and familiarize themselves with the lines first, while Qiao Zhuyu went to the set with the assistant director.

It is said that when the set was being built, Jiang Qi's opinion was specially sought, because this was Chang Huan's childhood, and he himself had the most right to speak.

The six-story building has no elevators, most of the walls are shaded by verdant creepers, the iron doors to enter the building are covered with small GG in addition to brown rust, the steps and walls are not spared, and the phone numbers for unclogging sewers and opening doors and locks are everywhere.

This is the first time Qiao Zhuyu has seen such a living environment, cramped, cramped, and dirty.

And Chang Huan's home is on the fourth floor, a small house of only more than 50 square meters.

The inside is not very tidy, the coffee table and sofa in the living room are covered with old newspapers, the sacks for plastic bottles are poured in the entrance, the colorful bottles make the door nowhere to put their feet, there are a few cups poured on the dining room table, the leftovers after eating are not cleaned up, and flies have been circling around the table.

The old electric fan overhead was still lingering, and the sound was whimpering, the last sound of the end of summer.

Qiao Zhuyu was like a world away, and the scene in front of her gradually coincided with the first time she arrived at the villa in the middle of the lake not long ago.

The young man who walked out of here was alone, carrying no one to say about his sadness, hiding his scar that was still dripping with blood.

How much courage does it take to be so determined at every step?

She asked the assistant director, "What does Mr. Jiang say about the set layout here?" "

The assistant director was a chubby middle-aged man, Mediterranean, with small glasses obscuring his big eyes for five and a half minutes.

There are a lot of details that he designed himself, such as the little black GG on the outside, and he also said that the color palette in the house must be dark green and dusk.

"Dark green and dusk? Qiao Zhuyu didn't pay attention to it at first, but now that she mentioned it, she realized that everything she saw in front of her seemed to be covered with a filter.

Retro, yet depressing.

Chang Huan in the story came home after school on Friday afternoon and saw such a chaotic scene.

My mother is demented and can only pick up scraps and collect newspapers, and my father is often not at home, so it is common to be so messy.

But that summer evening, the setting sun shone through the creeper into the living room, the old newspapers reflected the golden light, and the dust floated in the air, only the ceiling fan whined.

A strange stench poured into the tip of the nose.

Chang Huan's hand holding the strap of the schoolbag tightened slightly, and his heartbeat was inexplicably faster.

"Mom, I'm back." As usual, he went home and said he was safe.

This time, no woman with a smirk came out to greet him.

It won't be like this.

That woman's IQ is not as good as that of a three-year-old child, but she regards her son as the whole of her life, and she always puts Chang Huan first when it comes to Chang Huan.

She proves her love with preference.

Similarly, Chang Huan also loves her.

Chang Huan thought that his mother was uncomfortable and fell asleep, so he took a few steps forward, the bedroom door was wide open, and there were two people he knew best on the bed.

His face was blue, his lips were pale, and his body did not fluctuate without any waves.

It's like a corpse.

Chang Huan's eyes darkened for a while, his body shook uncontrollably, and suddenly realized something, he quickly turned around and went to the kitchen, and reached for the valve of the gas tank.

Sure enough, it was loose.

As if he had gone crazy, he opened the kitchen window first, then the living room, where the glass window collided violently with the wall, crumbling.

Outside the window of his parents' bedroom, there was a tough creeper vine, and he couldn't push it open, so he took off his schoolbag and threw it forward, and the glass shattered.

The hot wind and the chirping of cicadas outside the window poured in together, pounced on Chang Huan, and pulled him back to the world.

He gasped for breath, and the clean white short sleeves on his body were already soaked with sweat, but nothing happened, and the people behind him were silent.

Chang Huan lost his strength, fell back two steps, smashed his butt on the ground, leaned against the bed behind his back, scratched the glass with his palm, and cut a long hole, dripping with blood.

The zipper of the schoolbag was accidentally opened when it was thrown out, and the grade first report card fell to the ground, on which were countless broken glass shards refracted with golden light, piercing Chang Huan's eyes.

The eighteen-year-old boy sat there for two days and two nights, maintaining the same posture without changing, and the wounds on his hands were left untouched, and a large pool of blood clotted to the ground.

The neighbor who was still on the door found that something was wrong, and when he came in, he thought there were three dead people in the bedroom, and he was so frightened that he immediately called the police.

The police soon came to the door, took away the bodies of their parents, and said to Chang Huan, who was sitting on the ground, "Come with us to the police station to cooperate with the investigation."

Chang Huan's eyes finally began to move, slow and sluggish, the sky blue police uniform came into view, and he finally spoke and said the first sentence.

"My parents ......"

The police sighed: "Child, you mourn."

Chang Huan silently closed his mouth, and in the eyes of outsiders, he just calmly accepted this fact.

But in those two days and two nights, a heart collapsed and rebuilt countless times, and he didn't want to believe the truth, but the truth was true.

True, helpless.

No amount of hysteria can be consumed, and no amount of tears can be shed in blood.

He looks so calm, but you can feel the sadness of his death.

In the narrow corridor outside the door, there are many people around, upstairs and downstairs neighbors, hearing the wind and specially coming to see the lively people, they gather at the door to point inside, the misfortune of a family, is the sigh and talk about them nowhere to place, the best place to go.

Chang Huan lowered his head, dragged his steps, walked out step by step, and when he left this house, he didn't look inside again.

"Card ——!

Zhang Duan looked at the discouraged people on the monitor, and shouted again: "One pass!"

He turned his head and asked Qiao Zhuyu, who was sitting on the side, "What do you think?"

Qiao Zhuyu didn't hear it.

The person in the dim light has white T trousers, his long hair has also been cut into a neat short hair, his skin is cold and white, his eyebrow bones are deep, and his sense of youth is not inconsistent at all in a person who is almost thirty years old.

Now he is surrounded by a lot of people, makeup artists, stylists, assistants...... But he was like a puppet, with empty eyes, at the mercy of them.

With a "zila", the stool moved back, and Qiao Zhuyu stood up and walked over with a roll of toilet paper.

"Does it hurt? Qiao Zhuyu took his hand, wiped the blood off it, and asked.

Jiang Qi was still immersed in the play, and when he heard this, he saw Qiao Zhuyu bowing his head and wiping his hands seriously, and he pulled the corners of his pale lips.

"Fake, it doesn't hurt. The

blood was cleaned up, revealing the palm intact.

Qiao Zhuyu's heart suddenly hurt, quickly, but it was very clear.

Eleven years ago, if Chang Huan's wound was really fake, and all of this was fake, would there be no tragedy behind?

Eleven years ago, if someone wiped Jiang Qi's wound and told him that he was fine, would he not be sick later?

At the beginning, when he was filming the scene of sitting quietly in a dark bedroom, Jiang Qi was not alone.

Qiao Zhuyu sat behind the monitor and saw very clearly, Jiang Qi's eyes were panicked and frightened, but the director asked not to have too many emotions, and what he wanted was more mournful than death.

It was Qiao Zhuyu who said to Zhang Duan: "A young man, you can't ask him to be without waves, it's not silence, it's indifference."

After thinking about it, Zhang Duan felt that it made sense, so he went with Jiang Qi.

He thought that Jiang Qi was free to play, but only Qiao Zhuyu knew that it was Jiang Qi's instinctive fear in the face of the dark environment, just like in the small black room of the Baipo Village studio.

At that time, Qiao Zhuyu didn't ask Jiang Qi what the source of claustrophobia was, and now it seems that there is no need to ask, everything is clear.

It was already eleven o'clock at night, Zhang Duan was still striving for excellence, and finally after reading it again, he waved his hand: "Call it a day!" The

dull set suddenly relaxed, and from reading the script to the end of this scene, it took five days, and the scene in the residential building was over.

"Let's go back. Qiao Zhuyu said.

Jiang Qi originally wanted to stay for a while, but Qiao Zhuyu said so, so he naturally left.

"Good. Jiang Qi said.

After taking off his makeup and changing his clothes, the time came to the early hours of the morning in a blink of an eye, and for several days of night scenes, Zhang Duan gave Jiang Qi a daytime off to let him rest well, and he will change the set tomorrow.

The hotel is not far from the residential building, and there is no one on the street in the early morning, so there is no need to worry about the paparazzi and fans, so Jiang Qi and Qiao Zhuyu chose to walk back.

The two walked side by side, and Qiao Zhuyu said to Jiang Qi: "Go back and have a good rest, it's been hard these days."

Jiang Qi didn't respond, I don't know if it was his delusion, he always felt that Qiao Zhuyu had been extremely gentle with him in the past few days, and he could even see red oil in his diet meal.

is also learning to be a director, why is Zhang Duan obviously ruined by the years and has become a violent temper?

"What's wrong with you lately? Jiang Qi asked.

"Huh? Qiao Zhuyu hadn't noticed her depressed mood yet, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Qi pondered and spoke, he was afraid that if he said it, he would be sentimental again.

"It always feels like you're feeling a lot.

Qiao Zhuyu was slightly stunned, is it so obvious?

"I...... I didn't think that Chang Huan's life would be like this. Qiao Zhuyu said.

Her family decided that she would not meet such a person at the bottom of society, nor had she seen such a dilapidated residential building.

Chang Huan, or Jiang Qi, his past made Qiao Zhuyu unfamiliar, and at the same time very distressed.

As for being distressed, Qiao Zhuyu couldn't say why, but she could feel that she was feeling sorry for Jiang Qi and was very happy.

Jiang Qi was stunned and said with a smile: "Sympathize with such a growth environment and experience?

"No......" Qiao Zhuyu shook her head, afraid that Jiang Qi would make a mistake and hurt him, the words of sympathy were too serious.

Jiang Qi stretched out his hand and put it on the top of Qiao Zhuyu's hair, rubbed it twice, and smiled gently: "Don't worry about hurting anyone's self-esteem, if there were people who sympathized with Chang Huan like you at that time, maybe he wouldn't become like that." "

The policeman who only let him mourn, and the neighbors who watched the bustle outside the door, as long as one person stretched out his hand to Chang Huan, he probably wouldn't leave without looking back.

Qiao Zhuyu was curious why Jiang Qi had a similar experience to Chang Huan, but in the end, the two had completely different destinations.

"Have you ever hated, have you ever resented? Qiao Zhuyu asked him.

"Of course, I'm not a saint. Jiang Qi said, "But even a saint has to find a way to live, and when all the efforts are unsustainable even to survive, hatred and resentment are often incomprehensible."