As soon as Hu Mingxi entered the dressing room, he noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
Obviously when she opened the door, everyone was still talking and laughing, guessing whether today's lunch box was ribs or chicken drumsticks, and discussing which crew to go to after the afternoon filming was over to see if there was any drama.
But as she entered the door, the sounds suddenly stopped as if someone had pressed a switch.
Hu Mingxi looked confused.
The silence was quickly broken.
The person who spoke was Feng Miaomiao, who had been named by the director several times, "Xixi, how does it feel to hug your idol? Your sister Wan knows that you are Wanfeng, so she worked hard to help you win such a long marriage.
A close-up shot, right? Didn't you take the opportunity to hug her thick legs and ask her to help you add a few scenes or something?"
"Hey, isn't your sister Wan a famous fan? What's the point of adding a scene? Just let her resurrect your character? Our scene will be finished in the afternoon, you shouldn't be able to do it, right?"
"There is also that long and huge costume TV series. You should be given a role anyway. She is an investor. Doesn't it count after she said it?"
All sound good.
But why is it so harsh?
Hu Mingxi finally understood why their eyes were wrong during filming.
"I'm here to film, and chasing stars is just incidental. Also, as I said, Sister Wan is not the kind of nepotistic person, you..."
"Okay, okay, doesn't that say nothing?"
Interrupting Hu Mingxi's serious explanation, Feng Miaomiao laughed and said: "It's just a joke, why do you take it seriously?"
The dressing room became lively again, but Hu Mingxi could clearly feel that she was isolated from the lively atmosphere.
It was as if she took one more close-up shot and hugged Sister Wan, and became the traitor among them.
After a moment of silence, Hu Mingxi fell silent.
There was a knock on the dressing room door, and the stage manager announced that dinner was ready.
The girls volunteered to get the meal. Whether it was a coincidence or intentional, when they came back, no one took Hu Mingxi's share of the meal.
"I'm sorry, Xixi, I thought Alan took it."
"I'm sorry, Xixi, I thought someone took it for you..."
"fine……"
Hu Mingxi shook his head, got up, went to get his lunch box, came back and finished eating, then took his few pages of lines and found a quiet corner to read them.
When Feng Miaomiao and others saw it, they looked at each other, smiled, and each found a place to play games on their phones.
The most difficult group scene was over, and the afternoon scenes were all shot smoothly.
The assistant director shouted, "Congratulations to the extras XXX on wrapping up the shoot, thank you for your hard work." scattered applause erupted in the studio.
When Hu Mingxi turned to leave, he was stopped by Xie Sanqiu.
On the side, the assistant director handed over some lines, "This is a supporting character who died under the sword of Hong Xu. He doesn't show his face, just a few martial arts figures from behind. Can he play it?"
"able!"
Knowing that the close-up in the morning had been seen by the director, Hu Mingxi expressed surprise, "I can direct it! I will be there on time when we shoot!"
"Okay, keep in touch and I'll let you know in advance!"
"Okay, okay, thank you director!"
After thanking her repeatedly, Hu Mingxi picked up her skirt and ran to the dressing room.
I opened the door and took a look, and I was immediately stunned.
The group of little sisters who used to come and go together have all left, and the huge dressing room is empty. Only her backpack is left alone in the corner.
Confirming once again that he had been rejected, Hu Mingxi's eyes lit up with a little bit of disappointment.
After being tapped on the shoulder, Hu Mingxi turned around and smiled after seeing the person clearly, "Sister Wan..."