Is the recognition between mother and daughter a belated reunion? ...

"Such a stellar lineup..." Only the main characters and important supporting roles were here today. Wen Zichuan hadn't even seen the entire dubbing schedule, and when he heard An Jie was also going to be involved, he suddenly felt the pressure. "Is President Jin happy with this? There are so many big names, and the budget is high."

"Thanks to you, the variety show received 80 million in investment from Xingyu Feiyu, so the budget here is naturally sufficient." Chen Yilan spread his hands. "Their clever move was to bring in big names as supporting actors, but with only a few lines. This kept costs down while hyping up the show."

"Teacher An and the others have no objections?"

"He's an artist, carefully selecting traditional cultural and positive themes. Who wouldn't want to earn that kind of money? Besides, we're all in the same industry, so we have to give him some respect."

Dramas with original themes are not popular in the industry.

Chen Yilan, Pinault and the team they lead have always insisted on and developed originality, and have achieved quite good results. They have carved out a path for themselves in an environment where many companies are vying to buy IPs for adaptation.

Wen Zichuan rarely saw Chen Yilan with such an expression. The former "Iron Lady" was so majestic, always meticulously paying attention to every detail, but today, all she revealed in her eyes and brows was disappointment and loneliness.

Perhaps the source of her disappointment and loneliness is not entirely because of this drama.

Since joining Xingyu Feiyu, Wen Zichuan has gained a deeper understanding of the profit-seeking nature of capital. Wei Jing does not invest in "voice actor idols" or original works because it is not profitable. They want to make money without any worries, so they will not support unpopular works and will not consider that there are thousands of people in the world who insist on sitting on the bench.

But no matter what, "The Long Road" is an original drama. Mu Cen spent so much favors and invited big names to promote the drama with good intentions. As for whether it will be popular after it is broadcast, it is not something he can influence alone.

Anyway, the contract has been signed, and it is enough for him to complete his part diligently and responsibly.

The dubbing circle is different from the film and television circle. When one drama is finished, we will see you on the next one. Here, collaboration is mainly done remotely. It is difficult for colleagues from different places to get together for dinner and chat, so when it comes to the banquet, the atmosphere is still quite good.

After three rounds of drinks, Wen Zichuan took the initiative to find Xia Qingshu, who was sobering up alone, to thank him for helping him out.

"Young people speak without restraint, so don't take it to heart." Xia Qingshu exchanged contact information with him and pulled out a QR code for him to scan.

"How could that be? From her perspective, she's right." After adding him as a friend, Wen Zichuan looked at his latest circle of friends and saw a group of romantic wedding photos. "Happy wedding, Teacher Xia."

Although Xia Qingshu was a man, he had long dark brown hair. Coupled with his tipsy insouciance, he looked lazy and intellectual. "Thank you, but you don't look surprised at all."

Wen Zichuan enlarged the photos and realized that both the bride and groom were men. The first four photos showed Xia Qingshu in a wedding dress, separated by a large heart, and the last four photos showed another man in a wedding dress.

"You guys..." He was indeed surprised for a moment, but it quickly dissipated. "The wedding photos look beautiful, and you look very happy."

After he said that, Xia Qingshu understood everything: "This was taken in Maastricht. The church is beautiful and the food is also very good. I recommend it to you."

"us?"

"Is it him? At last year's fan meeting, he was standing in the back row and never took his eyes off you."

At that meeting, he had to give a speech, cut the cake, and give a toast. It was his first time experiencing such a thunderous scene, and he was so panicked that he almost lost his mind and didn't even care whether there was anyone standing in the last row.

Looking back, it turned out that he cared about me so much at that time. It turned out that I missed the plot because there was a witness who watched the whole process.

"Thank you, Teacher Xia."

"You're welcome. Let's go out and play together after you're done."

Although Wen Zichuan didn't know when he would be done, he still agreed.

Teacher Xia and his same-sex partner were like a perfect example, giving him great encouragement. In fact, he had never expected to have a wedding with Cheng Sizhou. He just wanted to stay with him and accompany him for the rest of his life. If others could live an ordinary life together, they could certainly do so too.

After the banquet, Wen Zichuan opened Xia Qingshu’s circle of friends again. Those brilliant and passionate wedding photos were like high beams shining in the dark night, so bright and dazzling that they almost burned him.

They can go abroad to get a marriage certificate and take wedding photos, so their financial conditions must be very good.

As if unwilling to give up, Wen Zichuan opened the web and searched for Xia Qingshu. There was not much official information, but there were a lot of gossips.

It turns out that it has long been no secret in the circle that Xia Qingshu is a homosexual. However, because his family assets exceed 10 billion yuan and he has several brothers and sisters to manage the business together, his parents don't care whether he likes men or women, or whether he has children.

His homosexual lover is called Yan Yuhan, who is probably engaged in business administration or something like that. He is even jealous that his mother favors this son-in-law more and trains him as a capable assistant.

Fans have seen them shopping, eating, and even kissing hand in hand. Because of their good looks, fans are very accepting of them. Not only do they nicknamed Mr. Yan "Brother Yan", they also often leave comments under Xia Qingshu's daily posts, saying "It's too sweet, I can't stand you two old men."

It would be too insincere to say that Wen Zichuan was not envious at all. He was just helpless and fantasizing about what kind of life he had to achieve so that his relationship would be blessed by so many people.

As he was thinking, he clicked on the Shiba Inu avatar that never changed, and typed and deleted the words "I miss you", and finally deleted it.

What's the point of thinking about it? He's so afraid of being alone, and I'm busy with work and can't be with him. It's annoying to just talk and not do anything.

After finishing a day's work, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening when Wen Zichuan returned to Tianchen Lake Villa. As soon as he entered the door, a familiar face came to greet him.

Lin Hanzhen frowned and said distressedly: "It's too hard. You get off work so late."

Wen Zichuan rubbed his eyes: "Mom? Why are you here?"

Two days ago, he finally agreed with Lin Hanzhen to let her come to Dengyuan first, and then find an opportunity to arrange a meeting with Pinault and her daughter.

But he didn't want to reveal that he was living under someone else's roof, so he said that he lived in Tianchen Lake with his colleagues and it was inconvenient at home, so he booked a hotel nearby for her to make do with.

Unexpectedly, his work schedule was too full today, so he sent a message to his mother asking her not to wait for him and to go back to the hotel to rest early. Unexpectedly, she still came to find him.

"It's okay. I haven't seen you for so long, so I wanted to come and see you. Your colleague, Xiaoming, right? I told him I was your mother, and he brought me in." Lin Hanzhen spoke gently. Seeing that her son, although busy, had a good living environment and got along well with his colleagues, she felt a little relieved.

Wei Xiaoming, with sleepy eyes, poked his head out from the stair railing and said, "Zichuan, what are you thinking? There are so many empty rooms at home, and you let Auntie stay in a hotel?"

Wen Zichuan looked up and smiled: "Aren't I afraid of disturbing you?"

Wei Xiaoming was fine. What if a high-end person like Wei Jing looked down on an ordinary middle-aged woman like his mother? It would be very embarrassing and his mother would also be insulted.

"My home is not a company, I have the final say," Wei Xiaoming was so sleepy that he yawned. "The first floor is convenient for access. I have already arranged a room for aunt. You can handle the rest." After saying that, he turned around and went back to his room to sleep.

Lin Hanzhen is a very attentive person. She saw that although Zichuan was familiar with the place, he behaved in a restrained manner. For example, he had to put his shoes neatly into the shoe cabinet with the toes facing outwards. She guessed that Zichuan was not sharing the house with others, but living in someone else's house.

Wen Zichuan sent her to the room and settled her down, but he didn't know if it was an illusion or he was too sleepy, but he felt that his mother was different from usual: "Mom, do you have something to tell me?"

Lin Hanzhen smoothed her hair at the temples and smiled slightly: "We haven't seen each other for so long, how can we not talk? But it's getting late, let's get some rest first. We can talk slowly tomorrow when you're free."

Wen Zichuan said "hmm", said good night, and went back to his room.

The mother and son have depended on each other for more than 20 years. No matter what happens in the future, they are destined to face it together.

In order to plan this long-awaited mother-daughter reunion, Wen Zichuan took half a day off and invited his mother and sister to a tea restaurant with a simple style but warm atmosphere.

Although he had communicated many times in advance about what each of them had experienced before and how they felt about recognizing each other, when the time came, Lin Hanzhen still held him nervously.

Wen Zichuan could understand that Pinot was born when he was abandoned and had almost no memory of his mother.

But for Lin Hanzhen, both her daughter and son were born after she had been pregnant for ten months. Especially when she was pregnant with Pinot, she first lost her job, then hid from place to place and fled back to her hometown. The overly painful experience would increase her guilt towards her daughter, and her feeling of homesickness would naturally become more serious.

Pinault arrived at the box early. She was still wearing the fresh green floral dress and had a gentle and lovely long ponytail. When she saw Wen Zichuan coming over with a middle-aged woman, she immediately stood up from her chair but did not move a step.

This feeling is really hard to describe. Although she had prepared a lot of words to say when meeting her Chinese relatives, when they actually met, she was left with nothing.

Since we cannot grasp any deeper expression, the focus has to fall on the surface.

She once asked Qin Zhihan why he and Song's father were so old? She had never had the chance to see their fathers when they were young and handsome.

Now when she saw Lin Hanzhen, and saw that face that was both familiar and unfamiliar, she suddenly realized that it was what she looked like when she was old, and she was what she looked like when she was young.

Lin Hanzhen slowly approached, her eyes red. She seemed three parts doubtful and seven parts hesitant. Finally, she controlled her voice and asked, "Is this Zhou Zhou? My name is Lin Hanzhen, your... mother."

Wen Zichuan reacted as soon as he heard it. He told them all the causes and consequences, but he forgot to tell his mother that his sister's English name was Pinot.

"You called me, what?" Pinot was stunned, as if he didn't hear clearly.

"Oh, your nickname, Zhou Zhou." Lin Hanzhen kept glancing at Wen Zichuan out of the corner of her eye as she repeated it, fearing she might have said something wrong. "That was also the time when I gave it to you. If you don't like it, I won't call you that anymore."

The English name Pinot was chosen by Qin Zhihan. It has no surname or clan name, and translates to peanut.

Peanuts have a hard shell, underneath the shell is a soft and warm red coat, and underneath the red coat is a pure white and plump heart. This is what her adoptive father expects of her.

"Your nickname is Zhou Zhou, what's your real name?" Pinault asked again. She has always believed that she should have a proper Chinese name, like all the Chinese friends she knows, with a beautiful meaning hidden in her name.

"Wen Yuzhou." Lin Hanzhen's tears fell. "The river is unstoppable, just look at the boat. The names of you and your sister are all in this sentence."