I don't want to play anymore

Chapter 36

If it was in the past, someone said to Zhang Ye that you would chase others and let them tell you 'don't cry', Zhang Ye would definitely think that either the person who said this to him was crazy, or he himself was crazy.

In other words, being obsessed with one person's words in a particularly strange way, even when he was a child, such behavior would make him feel quite boring.

But at this moment, he didn't feel that it was against harmony or inappropriate for him to send such a message to Cheng Yang.

Cheng Yang still didn't reply him immediately, as expected.On the way back, he opened the drama management group to read it, and knew that Cheng Yang would be filming late at night, and he probably hadn’t finished work yet, so he put away his phone after sending the message, turned off the headlights in the room and walked to the bed go.

It may be because after sending the message, he released all the things hidden in his heart, and he fell asleep after lying down for a while, even though he forgot to bring the hypnotic artifact.

The biological clock that has been formed for a long time still plays a role even in a strange city. He woke up at [-]:[-] in the morning. .

Overnight, there were many unread messages lying in the notification bar.

Zhang Ye opened WeChat, and first clicked on the dialog box with Cheng Yang.

Cheng Yang sent him a long voice, so long, it shouldn't be 'don't cry', but it doesn't matter, he just wants to hear his voice.

Cy: I just finished filming. Director Wu scolded people on the set at night. A martial arts brother, he scolded very fiercely. A young man in his early teens was scolded and cried by him.

Cheng Yang's voice sounded a little hoarse, not as clear as usual, probably because he had read his lines all day and the water didn't keep up with him in time.

Zhang Ye couldn't help laughing when he heard him embed the words "discord and cry" in a whole sentence, with only a short pause in the middle.

Cheng Yang was so responsive, Zhang Ye suddenly became a little greedy and wanted more.

But he quickly dismissed his thoughts, people must know how to be content and happy.

Sending red envelopes and coaxing people with homophonic numbers is already Cheng Yang's limit. Putting two words into one sentence like this, Cheng Yang feels that he has broken through the limit.

He didn't have the habit of looking at his mobile phone when he woke up before, at most he just glanced at the time and put it down, but today he clicked on WeChat and replayed what he said last night.

It was very quiet in the room at six o'clock in the morning, and it seemed that his voice was low, an indescribable feeling.

However, his voice was indeed a little hoarse. He was thinking that if he finished work early at night, he would buy a box of lozenges. Just as he was about to put down his phone to wash up, Zhang Ye called.

The phone was connected, but no one spoke.

After a few seconds, Cheng Yangjing asked as briskly as possible: "Wake up so early without filming?"

"I'll wake up when the time comes." There was a smile in Zhang Ye's voice, and the moment he heard Cheng Yang's voice, he suddenly relaxed.

"Then why don't you go back to sleep again." Cheng Yang also smiled.

"I can't sleep anymore, I really want to go back to the set soon."

Zhang Ye seemed to stretch his back when he spoke. His voice was originally low-pitched, but he was a little hoarse when he woke up in the morning. Cheng Yang always felt ambiguous when he got up through the radio waves. He was silent for two seconds, jokingly said: "If Director Wu knew that you were in such a hurry to come back, he would be very pleased."

"Old Wu, he should." Zhang Ye smiled lowly, paused for a while, and said, "Well, I just listened to your voice message last night, and that doesn't count."

Cheng Yang took a deep breath: "Why doesn't it count?"

The chapter page paused again, and then said: "Do you think my hearing is so bad, can I not recognize such a big comma?" After finishing speaking, he laughed.

Cheng Yang also laughed, and his tense nerves relaxed: "Actually, I think your hearing is very good, and you can automatically block that comma."

This time the person on the other side of the phone was silent for a longer time, and at the end he seemed a little helpless and said, "You can just play tricks."

"Actually..." Cheng Yang sat down on the edge of the bed again, his body movements were already natural.

"What?" Zhang Ye leaned against the TV curtain wall, eyes slightly lowered, subconsciously bit his lower lip.

"I caught the fireflies, and you were raised to death. Then... shouldn't I be the one who should be depressed?"

"...I," Zhang Ye suddenly understood, Cheng Yang came back from the ridicule, he could only forcibly hold his respect, otherwise not only his face would be ruined, but the temptation he pretended to be in the pursuit would also be invisible, he coughed With a voice, "Although you caught it, I am raising it. That old saying..."

There was a busy 'Didi' sound on the phone, and a call came in untimely. Cheng Yang took the phone away from his ear and glanced at it. Seeing that it was Xiao Zhang from the crew, he probably asked him what he had for breakfast. At first Xiao Zhang didn’t ask him much, he always bought it and put it in front of him, and then he remembered to ask him, but he rarely communicated with him the night before, and he always called early in the morning to ask him, of course, it could be something else thing.But no matter what it was, Cheng Yang suddenly remembered the time and returned to reality, so he interrupted the chapter page: "Let's not talk about it, they are urging me, I have to wash up."

"Okay," Zhang Ye was a little unfinished, and after a pause, he continued, "Eat more in the morning, and we can talk later."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Ye held the phone and sat down on the footrest at the end of the bed. Cheng Yang didn't notice anything. Not only did he not relax, but he was also a little bit disappointed.

Well, Cheng Yang probably really thought that he was unilaterally mocking him when he posted on Weibo.

How can this be explained?

Putting his arms on both sides of his body, he raised his face and stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, then he suddenly remembered that he had never seen fireflies before. At an auction a long time ago, when he was about ten years old, his father took I gave him a firefly. Of course, it was a piece of jewelry, or a handicraft, a firefly made of crystal and gemstones.

It was only after six o'clock when he picked up the phone and found the number of sister Chunchun, the nanny at home. She probably hadn't woken up yet, and let someone help him find a piece that he wasn't sure about putting away many years ago. It's weird where the things are, he should find some time to go back and find them by himself.

This day's filming was indoors, and it went smoothly. The work was finished at five o'clock in the afternoon. Zhao Duoduo was like a bird released from the cage. Seeing that it was still early, he wanted to go around. First, he urged them to go to a certain road for a snack. Street, was rejected, and then decided to go to some street to see the historical sites, and what else to eat after seeing it, was rejected again, and finally suggested to have a skewer for dinner, saying that a certain review said that the beer brewed by a skewer shop was very good and so on.

"You two go," Zhang Ye was a little bored, "I'll go back to the hotel and order something to eat."

Zhao Duoduo glanced at the mobile phone that Zhang Ye held between his fingers, and immediately fell silent. He always felt that his boss's situation was unusual these two days, and it might be related to someone on the phone.

Liu Dongdong still asked nervously: "Are you afraid of being photographed? In fact, it doesn't matter if you eat normally. Even if the photograph is sent out, as long as there is no indecent behavior, the company will not say anything."

"No," Zhang Ye picked up the phone and glanced again, "Before I came out, Assistant Director Sun asked me to take some things to the set, and he sent someone to deliver it to the hotel. I have to go back and wait."

Is it because of this?Zhao Duoduo glanced at the phone in Zhang Ye's hand suspiciously.

In fact, Liu Dongdong also noticed it, but he didn't think so much about Zhao Duoduo, he just remembered that when he was in the dressing room at noon, he kept seeing Zhang Ye chatting with people, and when he was about to finish work in the afternoon, he always saw him take out his mobile phone to read, Zhang Ye He used to watch his mobile phone during work breaks, but they were all playing games, so he felt a little strange at the time, but now, after hearing what Zhang Ye said, he felt that it might be because of this, and he immediately felt relieved, and said with a smile : "No, you and Duoduo go out to eat, I'll just go back and wait."

Among the three, Lao Liu is the manager, the boss is the boss, and only he is a small assistant. Zhao Duoduo still has this self-consciousness, and he rushed to say: "I'll go back and wait, you two go eat."

Zhang Ye glanced at him helplessly, and said, "People don't know you."

Zhao Duoduo paused and touched his nose: "That's true, but the person Assistant Director Sun is looking for probably doesn't know you either."

Liu Dongdong slapped Zhao Duoduo on the shoulder: "How can you say that? Our Xiaozhang has millions of fans on Weibo, and the number of fans has been increasing by leaps and bounds recently. Deputy Director Sun is right. How can people not recognize people when they say a name."

Zhao Duoduo suddenly realized, slapped himself on the forehead, and said with a smile, "Yes, look at my brain."

Liu Dongdong pointed to the car on the side. Even in a place where the director couldn't see, he still claimed to be the bottom of the circle, maintaining a consistent humble attitude: "Since it is something the director explained, try to handle it well for others, then Okay, you go back, I'll give you the car, the two of us will take a taxi, do you want to bring anything?"

Zhang Ye glanced at the car behind him: "No need." After that, he looked at the bag in Zhao Duoduo's hand, "I'll take the things back first."

Zhao Duoduo happily handed over the bag containing Zhang Ye's private server: "When you arrive at the hotel, send a message to say ha."

Zhang Ye didn't know if he heard it, maybe he heard it and was too lazy to respond, so he turned and walked towards the car on the side of the road.

The car merged into the busy traffic like a fish, Zhang Ye leaned on the rear seat, and took out his phone again. Although he knew that Cheng Yang had no time to look at his phone when he was filming, he still habitually wanted to take a look at it every once in a while. , and when did this habit develop?Just these two days.

The wechat conversation still stayed at the time when Cheng Yang was taking a break at noon. After Zhang Ye quit, he clicked on Weibo. Under normal circumstances, his Weibo account was always logged in.

In addition to following some interesting bloggers on the homepage, he also followed an author who wrote anime fans. He refreshed and saw that the author had an update, but he did not immediately click to read it like before, but clicked In the search bar at the top, enter Cheng Yang's name, click to follow.

The big one has already paid attention to it during the script reading, and the small one paid attention to it again, which is actually meaningless, because Cheng Yang probably doesn’t know how to read Weibo, even if he did, he wouldn’t notice his attention, and if he did, he wouldn’t notice it. He knew it was him, but he just wanted to have more contact with Cheng Yang unilaterally.

When the car arrived at the hotel, he happened to finish reading the author's update, and then saw that the author wrote at the end that the update was suspended, because he fainted from the real CP, and he couldn't find the feeling in this article.In the end, he said that he was going to write a fanfiction in the entertainment circle. CP kept it secret for the time being, but he also said that it might be published after writing, or he might produce food for himself.

In the comment area, many people were guessing that the two CPs in the entertainment circle that my wife was talking about were those two. I swipe the chapter page casually, and suddenly saw his and Cheng Yang's names among the comments.

Although that comment was not very popular, there are still several floors below, all of which are calling for your wife to update quickly and hand you a pen.

Zhang Ye felt a different kind of feeling in his heart, as if something secret had been broken by someone.

After a while, he quit Weibo, stuffed his phone back into his trouser pocket, pushed the door and got out of the car as if nothing had happened, but saw a familiar figure in front of the revolving door of the hotel.

Their company's first brother, Sun Linyue.

Sun Linyue just raised his head and saw him stunned for a moment, then smiled and beckoned: "Zhang Ye, what a coincidence."

What a coincidence, Zhang Ye thought.