Shen Bei'an tilted his head, forked a piece of fruit, and stuffed it into his mouth. "No, I can't stand it anymore. I'm going out for a bit."

What is all this?

Ye Lin also stood up, "Together, together." She really couldn't bear to watch any longer.

Shen Beian and Ye Lin left side by side, while Gu Xingjian and Director Hong were clearly still angry.

"You haven't even figured out what kind of character this is, and you're already here for an interview?!"

"Didn't the production team at Washa Studio say when they were casting the actors? Read the original work! Did you even read it?!"

Director Hong is known in the industry for his volatile temper; it's common for him to make people cry.

"Next batch." Gu Xingjian rubbed his forehead.

"The Man on the Verge of Death" is a huge IP, and many people have applied to participate, but more than an hour has passed and not a single person has been selected yet!

They didn't even select someone who was even slightly close to the image.

"President Gu, if all the actors who come are like this, I can't direct this drama." Director Hong was so angry that her face turned red. She had just scolded some of the actors she had worked with, and even some she had praised.

But he came over without even figuring out the character's personality.

“I know what you mean. There are still many people behind us. If it doesn’t work, we’ll recruit more. We’ll make sure you find a suitable actor.” Gu Xingjian was also suppressing his anger.

Shen Bei'an and Ye Lin walked through the long corridor and elevator to the rooftop garden.

Sitting on the swing chair, feeling the cool breeze, I looked out at the world in the distance.

There were other people in the garden as well. This rooftop garden is open to the public at Washa, and you only need to pay an entrance fee.

It's also a very famous Instagrammable spot in Beijing, and many people like to propose here.

The couple's set meals here are also famously delicious.

And who knows, you might even bump into a celebrity, actor, or model here.

Shen Bei'an naturally didn't need to spend any money to come up.

"I really feel like my white moonlight is going to be ruined." Ye Lin sighed, leaning back in his chair.

Thinking about the people who had just come for interviews, Ye Lin felt completely lost about the future.

Shen Beian was more open-minded than Ye Lin, "It's only just begun, what's the rush? The theater has issued casting requests worldwide, and it's only been a little over an hour. They'll be casting for several days. Some top actors haven't even arrived yet, so there's no rush."

“But most of the A-list actors aren’t the right age,” Ye Lin retorted. “The Night God is a character who grows from boyhood to youth and then to old age, and the young Night God is described in the book as very immature! Very immature!”

It's inevitable that some older actors are still playing roles that are inappropriate for their age.

They do have acting skills, but it all looks too abrupt.

Ye Lin didn't want his white moonlight to be treated like this.

"The director this time is Director Hong, who is also a big fan of 'Near Death' and wouldn't want anyone to ruin this show."

It's amazing how I'm the one who comforts my wife at home, but with Xiao Yezi, I've actually learned to comfort people myself.

Ye Lin looked at Shen Bei'an and suddenly smiled, "Beibei, I feel that you are indeed different after becoming a father. You would never have said these things before."

The old Beibei may have already left.

And now I can actually sit here and comfort myself.

Shen Bei'an raised an eyebrow, as if he had thought of something. His peach blossom eyes, sparkling with stars and rippling with water, said, "Maybe. After all, taking care of two little ones is really hard work."

I wonder how well Nanxing is being taken care of.

Those two little brats are truly twins; if one makes a fuss, the other will inevitably follow suit.

If one wakes up and the other doesn't, the one that's awake will definitely wake the other up.

We cry together, and we laugh together.

Thinking of his two little rascals, Master Shen's face was full of smiles.

Ye Lin tilted her chin, "Your behavior makes me want to have a baby. But I'm busy with my studies right now, so I don't have time. I'll discuss it with my husband, Lu Lao Er."

As the two chatted idly, Shen Beian noticed a young man not far away who seemed somewhat familiar. "Who is that?" he asked.

Ye Lin followed his gaze.

Dressed in a bamboo-green silk robe with crane patterns, the young man was refined and gentle. There was no one around him; it seemed as if a circle radiated outwards from him, and no one dared to approach.

"I don't know him." Ye Lin shook her head. She knew more people than Shen Bei'an, but not by much.

The man genuinely didn't recognize him, saying, "I've never seen him in the capital."

Ye Lin attended many messy banquets, big and small, in the capital, but he had never actually seen that person before.

"Beibei, where have you seen him before?"

Shen Bei'an reached out and touched the flowers on the side. "It seems like they were strolling leisurely. I saw them when I visited Mr. and Mrs. Gu."

"Strolling leisurely? Those who can live there are all powerful and influential figures in the political and military circles of the capital. Even business tycoons rarely own houses there." Ye Lin frowned slightly.

The place called "Strolling Leisurely" isn't something money can buy.

Shen Bei'an felt that person was watching him, so he stood up and said, "I'm going to go for a bit, I'll be right back."

Ye Lin tugged at his sleeve, "I'll go with you." She also got up, feeling really uneasy about letting Bei Bei go alone.

Shen Bei'an shook his head and whispered in Ye Lin's ear, "It's alright, Yan Yan has arranged people in the shadows, nothing will happen."

He was free one time, so he thought he'd let them come out and have some fun together.

And then, oh my god!

Ten people in total!!

Every time he goes out to play, in addition to Yan Wu and Yan Yin, who are the two people in the public eye, there are ten other people protecting him in the shadows!

There was absolutely no trace of it.

Ye Lin still trusted the eldest son and nodded, "Alright then, be careful."

"Hmm." Shen Bei'an got up and walked over.

The young man nodded slightly. "We meet again, Fifth Master Shen." His voice was also very gentle.

Shen Bei'an had heard many beautiful voices: Mei Lanting's slightly operatic style was extremely soothing; his wife's voice was cool yet gentle and doting; and his nephew's voice was as magnetic as a cello...

But this person, whom I had only met once, had his voice imprinted deeply in my mind like a brand.

"This is the second time we've met, won't you introduce yourself?" Shen Bei'an asked proactively. He had forgotten to ask his wife last time, and since there was someone with him this time, he would ask her when they got back.

The young man remained silent, but handed a dried flower to Shen Bei'an, saying, "Fifth Master, go back and ask the eldest son, and you will know everything. Consider this flower my apology to Fifth Master on behalf of my friend."

A gesture of humility?

Shen Bei'an couldn't understand why someone who had only met him twice could be so humble.

As for friends, where do they come from?

The young man placed the flower directly into Shen Beian's hand and walked away.

Shen Beian pressed the flower, puzzled; it was a dried lily.

The lily symbolizes sacred purity.

What does this mean?

——

Do you remember this young man with graying temples?!