Chapter 18: Dry ticket

Zhang Yue had a small thumb-thick notebook in hand. Before opening it, he thought it was Lin Qin's acting experience. However, when he opened the cover, he realized that the entire book was a biographical biography.
From birth to death, every little thing about the character is portrayed in this character biography, very detailed.
In an instant, Zhang Yue understood that this was Lin Qin's answer to the question he had just made.
How to make yourself and your characters more closely integrated? Lin Qin's way is to participate in the life of this character, gain insight into the character's personality and growing environment, and let him consider himself as this character later.
A thick biography of people is proof.
Suddenly, a feeling of guilt rose in Zhang Yue's heart, because he was still slandering Lin Qin's talents and luck for a while. Lin Qin's efforts were completely obliterated.
Lin Qin's current achievements are not just talents and luck, but it is generalized. If Lin Qin did not prepare well, even if the opportunity came, luck and talent alone would be unstoppable, not to mention Lin Qin's action. Fame.
If before, Zhang Yue just held Lin Qin's mentality of his peers and regarded Lin Qin as a lucky person, then now, only this detailed biographical biography can make Zhang Yue persuasively call Lin Qin a teacher.
Zhang Yue looked up and looked at the back of Lin Qin seriously drawing on the wall and cherished: "Mr. Lin, can I borrow this notebook for two days, I will go back and study it, and I will return it to you."
Lin Qin's hand paused, and then agreed.
"Shuang Qing" is divided into roles in the past tense, so the character biographies of the roles are of no use to him, but have a certain collection value for him. Since it is useful to Zhang Yue, borrow it.
With Lin Qin's consent, Zhang Yue was very happy and did a lot of work in his work.
After that, the two had no communication. After Lin Qin drew the manuscript on the wall, he let Meng Chao and Jin Feiyun come over to paint. He and Meng Chao carefully explained it, and then took a pen to another wall.
The four people work together and the pattern is also a simple pattern, but they got the task before lunch.
The overall decoration style was Lin Qinding's. After the four walls were painted, it naturally integrated into the decoration on the first floor. A photo wall, with a few photos hung on it, looks like a family from afar, very warm.
Zhang Yue looked again and gave thumbs up to Lin Qin, "Mr. Lin, great!"
Lin Qinwei smiled and said politely, "Thank you."
Jin Feiyun took a shower and shouted when he walked on the stairs: "What do you eat at noon? I'm so hungry." He said in a very honest tone, rubbing his stomach while saying.
He said that, other people realized that it was already a meal.
Zhang Yue immediately took out his mobile phone and proposed: "Otherwise we call takeaway? Ms. Meng and Ms. Lin, which store do you think is more delicious?"
Those of them who are celebrities, don't even have enough time to rest in one day. Where can they have time to cook? Eight out of ten are all finger-free and do not touch the spring water.
Zhang Yue estimated that this was also the case for Lin Qin and Meng Chao, so he proposed to call it takeout immediately.
"The director's rules can't be called takeaway." Meng Chao reminded. Lin Qin then said, "Noodles, let me prepare." When the words fell, he went back to the room to take a shower and changed his clothes.
Meng Chao followed him downstairs and walked side by side with Lin Qin, "I will fight for you."
The kitchen is open, there is a distance between the stove and the counter, the two big men stand in the middle and do not feel crowded.
Lin Qin opened the refrigerator and asked naturally, "Brother Meng, what noodle do you want to eat?"
"I will eat whatever you cook." Meng Chao has already started to wash the pot.
Lin Qin took the material out of the refrigerator and explained it to the Meng Dynasty. Then he took out the flour and kneaded the dough. He just looked at it, and the ready-made noodles are not enough to eat, so he plans to change to handmade noodles temporarily.
Meng Chao's cooking is not good, but he usually cooks something at home when he is at home, and he can still finish it by cutting orders.
There was no communication after the two, but there was a very tacit understanding. It was clearly the first time to cooperate in the kitchen, but it was methodical. Lin Qin looked at Meng Chao with a glance and knew what to give him.
When kneading the dough, Lin Qin felt a little itchy on the face, and rubbed his elbow against the face, but did not expect that the flour was on his elbow, so it rubbed on his face.
When Meng Chao saw the vegetable and turned his head, he saw it, and he pulled a piece of paper, dipped in some water, and reached out to wipe the flour on Lin Qin's face.
The warm temperature of his fingers was transmitted to Lin Qin's face through a tissue. Lin Qin was slightly stunned, but this time he didn't avoid it subconsciously, but was stunned to wait for Meng Chao to wipe the flour on his face before reacting.
He quickly lowered his head, pretending to continue to knead the dough as if nothing had happened, but his red ears betrayed his mood at the moment.
Meng Chao withdrew his hand and grinded his fingers. Even though he was across a tissue, he could still feel the soft touch of Lin Qin's face, which made people have an aftertaste.
and……
Meng Chao couldn't help raising his lips, and Lin Qin did not resist his touch this time. Does this mean that Lin Qin is used to his existence? Has his physical resistance been lifted?
In the living room not far away, Zhang Yuewo was watching Lin Qin's biographies on the sofa. The more he looked, the more shocked he was, and the more he admired Lin Qin. He could feel Linqin's seriousness from Lin Qin's biographies. He is inferior to dedication.
Jin Feiyun sat cross-legged on the sofa and looked at the kitchen from time to time. The more she looked, the more she felt discomfort. She always felt that there was an aura between Lin Qin and the Meng dynasty that no one could blend in with. She was excluded.
This made Jin Feiyun's feeling not very good. She bit her lip, and there was a hint of hesitation in her eyes. The phone unlocked and turned on, and then unlocked and turned on again. After repeating this several times, she seemed to have made a decision, turned on her phone again, entered a small Weibo, and edited a Weibo post.
Then she bit her lip again and sent a WeChat message to her agent.
Jin Feiyun: Sister Zheng, let the marketing number expose my trumpet.
The broker replied not long after receiving the message, apparently seeing the Weibo just posted on her trumpet.
Zheng Haitang: Are you sure you want to expose this message?
Jin Feiyun: Sister Zheng, I think this is an opportunity, we must seize this opportunity, and do not want to lose this opportunity.
Zheng Haitang: What do you hope the direction of public opinion will be?
Jin Feiyun: As long as Meng Yingdi and I are living together, we are preparing for the wedding and decorating the wedding room together.
Since there is a chance, it is a big vote.