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杂乱喧闹的摄影棚。他安静地坐在化妆台前,低着头把玩手中的手机。像个沉浸于自我世界中的小男孩,时不时露出一丝狡黠的微笑——或许是因为某条好玩的短信。周围的人群皆是穿梭而忙碌:有要求探班拍摄的电视台编导、有摆弄着瓶瓶罐罐的造型师、有坐在一旁焦躁地等待采访的记者、有不准闲杂人等随意拍摄的经纪人……这些各自川流奔波,毫无关联的人此时为了他,聚在同一间屋子里。而他,始终安静地端坐一角,查看手机、大口啃苹果,细细碎碎,旁若无人。
Messy noisy studio. He sat quietly in front of the dresser, bowed his head to play the phone in hand. Like a little boy immersed in his own world, from time to time showing a cunning smile - perhaps because of a funny sms. The surrounding crowds are busy and shuttling: television directors who ask for on-duty shooting, stylists who tinker with bottles and jars, journalists who sit anxiously waiting for an interview, arbitrarily shot brokers ... ... these are their own stream, unrelated at this time for him, gathered in the same room. And he, always quietly sitting in the corner, check the phone, gulping apples, broken, no one else.