While the others were still chatting and laughing, the agent took a moment to glance at Qin Shu, who was looking down at his phone. He was shocked and couldn't believe it.
He quickly formulated his words in his mind, slowly approached the other person, and just as he was about to speak after he had finished drafting his words, someone knocked on the door.
The staff opened the door and said everything outside was ready.
Qin Shu put away his phone and stood up.
The agent was forced to swallow back the words that were about to come out of his throat. He pounded his chest and coughed twice.
Interviews are divided into individual interviews and group interviews, first individual interviews and then mixed interviews.
The interview was a one-on-one interview. Qin Shu just sat there while the others communicated in a low voice. The host in charge of the interview gently patted the sweat from his hands, then walked into the camera with a smile on his face.
The questions she asked were all very routine, the kind that could be answered by making up answers on the spot.
Qin Shu's answers to the questions were very clear and concise, without saying a single extra word. It was a complete template for the answers.
The template represents excellence, officialness and formality, nothing out of the ordinary and nothing surprising.
Qin Shu did not show any extra expression throughout the whole process. The host kept a faint smile on his face and tried hard to liven up the atmosphere with his micro-expressions so that the clips that would be edited later would not be so awkward.
"Okay, let's move on to the last question."
The host breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Who do you think is the actor you admire most in the crew?"
This question is a free point question.
Just randomly name an actor who is famous and well-reputed, or an unknown but honest actor, and the question will end there.
But this is where the accident happened.
Templates are no longer templates.
Qin Shu's eyes finally showed a slight change. He said, "It's Song Yunhui."
This was the first time others heard this name from his mouth, and it seemed to be the first time he pronounced this name seriously.
Different from the declarative tone before, this name seemed to have been turned around in his mind thousands of times before being spoken. His tone was gentle when he spoke it, and his emotional change could be clearly felt.
But it was Song Yunhui, who once had tens of millions of fans, tens of millions of whom were black fans.
The host maintained his expression and said, "Can I ask why?"
Qin Shu was rarely able to answer as fluently as before.
There are too many reasons.
He had a hard time picking out just one or two.
The host was still waiting. Qin Shu was silent for a while, then said:
"After watching the movie, you may feel more deeply than I do."
The host was still eagerly expecting him to say something else, but after Qin Shu finished this sentence, he turned off the microphone and sat there, obviously waiting for the end.
The host then announced that the interview was over.
After the photographer gestured to indicate that he could leave, Qin Shu stood up instantly and took out the mobile phone in his pocket.
There are two unread messages.
One is from a certain news, and the other is from a certain public account.
Qin Shu silently cancelled the automatic follow-up of a public account, and then chose to refuse to accept the push of a certain news.
He glanced at the time again and saw that it was only eleven o'clock.
Song Yunhui had breakfast late this morning, so he should not be hungry now.
Wait a little longer.
***
After drinking porridge in the morning, Song Yunhui went straight home and sat in front of the computer for several hours.
It was not until he went downstairs to drink water that he remembered that Qin Shu seemed to have repeatedly reminded him of something yesterday.
He paused as he was about to go upstairs, turned abruptly, took the key at the door and went out.
He looked at the time as he walked, feeling inexplicably guilty.
At twelve o'clock, Qin Shuyou sent a message asking him if he had eaten, but he didn't see it.
...It’s not too late to have lunch at two o’clock.
After the dumplings were put into the pot and taken out, Song Yunhui took a photo and sent it over immediately.
The person on the other end must be busy, as he didn't reply immediately.
Song Yunhui breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been given a reprieve. He picked up Chengzi who was rubbing against him and said seriously, "You have to say something good for me when the time comes."
Oranges can't say nice words, they can only meow.
After washing the dishes and checking Orange's cat food and water, Song Yunhui patted the kitten's head and left again.
In the afternoon, the unedited version of the interview with the crew of "Departure" was released, and the popularity continued to rise. After the entry appeared, it was followed by a hit.
The explosion was about Qin Shu and the director's attitude towards Song Yunhui.
Even though he saved someone before, the online reviews of Song Yunhui are still not good.
In the final analysis, even if the person who fell into the water makes an clarification, the impression engraved deep in his mind is difficult to change.
For many celebrities, being associated with Song Yunhui is not a good thing.
To be associated with him means to be implicated and to suffer.
But Qin Shu and the director were so straightforward.
Qin Shu said that he admired Song Yunhui, and the director was even more absolute.
He said he believed that the role played by Song Yunhui could only be played by Song Yunhui and was irreplaceable.
[“Irreplaceable”, I don’t need to tell you who wants to replace him]
[No way, why is Qin Shu like this? Song Yunhui is really capable]
[Let me put it this way, why is Zishu not worthy? He works very hard too.]
[I can't wait to jump out before I name anyone, so I don't need to tell you what the reason is]
[wcWhy did Mr. Qin speak up for Song Yunhui! What is there for him to gain if he has both money and fame? You can't be after him as a person.]
[Although, this time I choose to trust Mr. Qin and Director Li. With my status at this level, there is no need to speak well of others for anything.]
[You are here to speak well of Song Yunhui, but have you ever seen him show up? This is not asking for trouble.]
[Although I am a fan of President Qin, I will wait and see this time, at least watch the trailer before speaking (if Song Yunhui appears in the trailer)]
The discussion level kept rising, and finally the focus shifted to the trailer that was sent out on time at 6pm. Everyone unanimously decided to see how the trailer performed before stepping up their efforts.
It was an ordinary day, an ordinary afternoon.
Putting down the coffee cup in his hand, Song Yunhui moved his eyes away from the computer and looked out the window.
It was already dusk.
The sun is shining brightly today, and the sunset is also extremely warm.
The orange-yellow clouds spread out, and the red glow in the sky gradually turned into purple-red as it spread closer. It was light and shallow, quiet but full of presence, and silently warm.
Just like the day I woke up in the hospital.
That day he sat on the hospital bed, watching the clouds drift and the sky gradually darken.
The ward was not soundproof, and he could hear the faint voices of other patients' families and the occasional crying and laughing coming from the ward next door.
Laughter, anger, and separation, all aspects of life are condensed into a hospital.
The ward where I was was quiet.
A quiet environment is great for thinking.
Think, then learn to give up, learn to accept, and learn to face reality.
Just like what is set in the novel, I am indeed annoying.
The clouds in the sky moved imperceptibly, and the change of time seemed to disappear suddenly at this moment.
No one comes, no one leaves, no one cares.
It was the first time he discovered that time could pass so slowly for a person.
“Buzz——”
The sound of a vibrating cell phone broke the silence and brought everything back to reality. Song Yun came back to his senses and answered the phone.
It was Qin Shu calling. The background noise was very noisy, so he probably hasn't come back yet.
He asked, "Do you want to eat anything tonight? There's a fresh food store nearby, so you can buy some."
The breath of life and the noisy background sound suddenly hit me.
“…”
There was a brief silence, and Song Yunhui slowly leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling which was already covered in a shadow, his hair flying back. He smiled and said, "Seafood porridge."
"I want to drink seafood porridge."
There is a small garden under the window of the ward, and many patients like to take a walk there.
The red glow slowly faded away, and under the bright light, he saw a family sitting on a bench. The little boy in a striped hospital gown was holding the seafood porridge handed to him by his parents, with a smile on his pale face.
At that time, he thought that the porridge must be delicious.
Qin Shu responded, "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Song Yun turned his head and looked out the window again, then retracted his gaze, stood up and looked at the computer again.
***
At 6 pm, the trailer of "Departure" was broadcast on the entire network on time.
"Departure" has a clear theme, telling the true story of a naval team setting sail to escort a super-large cargo ship carrying life-saving medicine to the port safely.
The sea is rough, and at the end is the sea overlord who is eyeing them covetously. Amid the rumbling of artillery fire and gunfire, some people remain forever in the bottomless sea, while others remain in the direction closest to home.
Song Yunhui plays Chen Si, the person in charge of this batch of medicines. He is suffering from an acute illness and there are not many shots of him in the trailer.
But one shot is enough.
Behind his shot was Qin Shu, whose face was covered in blood and whose expression was sullen.
Holding an antique wooden box in his hand, he said in a deep voice:
"Return."
The screen gradually turns black and the trailer ends.
【? ? ? ? Stop the knife, help! ! 】
[Oh my god, oh my god, I really believe it!] Holy crap Director Li and Qin Shu didn’t lie! Song Yunhui's look gave me goosebumps.
[The casting is great!] ! ! I really feel like every character needs this person! 】
[No, no, no!] In that scene when Chen Si fell ill, he didn't take medicine but a knife. Later, Qin Shu held up a box that Chen Si must have brought with him before. No! 】
【We are looking forward to living here the whole time! Come on show soon! 】
[This trailer contains the only usable scenes of Song Yunhui :D]
[Okay, I've made up my mind. I believe in Mr. Qin and I believe that Song Yun will reply.]
[Let’s put aside the character and just look forward to this movie]
[I take back what I said before. I was hooked in just one second! This look kills me! 】
[I heard there will be a premiere later, I wonder if Song Yun will go back]
[The reputation was bad before, but if the reputation improves now, he should go]
【……】
There was constant speculation on the Internet, and Song Yunhui sat on the sofa and cuddled with Chengzi, purring his chin.
Qin Shu slowly cooked the porridge and turned to ask him: "There will be a premiere later. Director Li asked me to bring a message. Do you want to go?"
Song Yunhui rubbed the kitten's paws, his eyes calm.
“No.”
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