Chapter 9 The Wind Rises from the Captain: You are such a nice person.
Everyone first walked around the outside of the villa.
There are two small wooden houses four meters apart at the back of the villa. The program team said that these are rooms for screenwriters. Each small house is 23 square meters, and the back door leads directly to the hall.
A few people looked inside from the window. The whole house was basically decorated with elegant and fresh wood. Since no one had moved in yet, it was as clean and tidy as a model house.
The layout is similar to that of most hotels, with a washroom of several square meters separated; a 1.8-meter bed is placed against the wall, and there is a goldfish tank and an office desk with the same color as the floor by the window.
After everyone finished watching, they walked into the living room from another door. Two girls had been waiting in the hall for a long time. They shook hands and exchanged names.
The slightly plump girl wearing 300-degree myopia glasses is called Xue Si Nian; the other girl with twin ponytails and braces on her mouth is Zheng Pei Ya.
Both of them are college students majoring in directing and screenwriting. They previously worked behind the scenes and this was their first time appearing in public, so they were both rather shy.
Especially screenwriter Zheng, who was quiet and timid. After shaking hands with them, his whole body turned as red as a carrot, no less red than the fan girl Chen Xing met that day.
Everyone teased her that it was hot because the living room didn't have air conditioning on. Xue Si Nian also teased her: "Then I'll go get our level 10 electric fan and let you fan yourself."
Zheng Peiya had to cover her face with a sofa pillow. Xue Si Nian followed up and said, "Use your position as a screenwriter to suppress them and let them play the kind of role where they pick their noses in public."
It made everyone laugh.
When they learned that Chen Xing still had a few boxes to move in, the two screenwriters were even more enthusiastic and offered to help move the boxes.
Chen Xing was already feeling a little embarrassed because he had to carry so many things with him, and now that everyone was rushing to help him, he felt even more guilty and kept refusing.
However, the girls didn't care at all. Zheng Peiya even half-jokingly said, "We are all in the same team, so it's only natural for us to help each other. Besides, I don't want the only memory I have here to be writing manuscripts."
No matter how Chen Xing persuaded the writer, he finally agreed.
When they finished moving the boxes, the production team delivered the task card. Xia Huanming took the card and read the content: "Each team should decide on the room allocation and team name before dinner."
Zhao Xingyu, with his chin resting on Chen Xing's shoulder, suddenly remembered: "Oh, yes, we haven't divided the rooms yet, the two screenwriters must be living there."
Chen Xing was about to unpack his boxes and had no idea about dividing the rooms: "Then you guys go ahead and divide them. I'll pack my instruments first. I can live anywhere."
So except Chen Xing, everyone else started to visit the room.
All the interior decorations of this villa cleverly combine several colors, which has a Mondrian feel, but the colors used are generally close to Monet's soft and delicate light and shadow - the sea blue of water waves, the almond yellow of light and shadow, and the light purple of smoke.
The spiral staircase is also lined with fake vines, which shows that the program crew put a lot of effort into this villa.
The villa is divided into two floors. There are three bedrooms on the second floor. Two of the twin rooms have separate bathrooms, while the single room at the end of the corridor does not have bathroom facilities.
If you want to go to the rooftop, you need to go up the stairs on the other side of the hall. The rooftop is equipped with cameras, and wooden seats and light blue parasols are prepared for rest.
When a group of people returned to the hall, Chen Xing had already disassembled the electronic keyboard and was ready to set it up in the corner specially left empty by the program team.
He walked over with the electronic piano in one hand and the piano stand in the other, but was stopped halfway.
Xia Huanming took the piano stand from his hand very naturally and helped him put it over and stand it up.
Chen Xing stayed where he was: "Captain, you..."
Xia Huanming waved his hand casually: "You're welcome."
Chen Xing paused and said, "Captain, you are pretending the wrong way."
Xia Huanming: “…”
After reinstalling it, Chen Xing still thanked Xia Huanming: "Thank you, Captain."
Xia Huanming said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "If you want help, just tell us directly. We are all on the same team."
"It's really okay. I can pack these myself. Have you chosen the room?" Chen Xing went to unpack another box.
"It's time to draw lots. Brother Qi is looking for paper to make a lottery box." Xia Huanming helped hold up the box so that Chen Xing could take the things inside.
Xia Huanming felt that the workman's uniform was too hot, so he unbuttoned and took one side off, revealing the white short-sleeved shirt underneath. The lines of his sturdy arms were particularly obvious under the light, as if outlining and shadowing him.
Chen Xing looked at Xia Huanming's arm muscles, and then thought of his own arms which he could never train to be strong, and sighed: "Alas..."
Chen Xing's inexplicable sigh made Xia Huanming raise his head.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Xia Huanming placed his hand on Chen Xing's forehead. "You don't have a fever. It shouldn't be heatstroke."
Chen Xing stared straight at Xia Huanming's straight nose.
The halo naturally smudged a curve on it, quite like a mountain painting by a freehand painter. There was no need to deliberately depict the "brow bone and brow root". The focused eyes looked at him with a wonderful arc.
Chen Xing put his hand on the warm palm and said bluntly: "Captain, I envy you so much, how did you practice?"
"Envious?" Xia Huanming was surprised by such direct praise.
Although Xia Huanming had only filmed a few dramas, he had met many actors and crews and learned about the ups and downs of the entertainment industry. It was the first time he met someone like Chen Xing - who was too straightforward.
And because of my poor acting skills, I put all my thoughts on my face. Fortunately, I met them first. If I went to other groups, I would be treated like a slave and have to say thank you.
Xia Huanming pointed to the fitness area with dumbbells at the stairwell and said, "I'll teach you how to do it when I have time."
"Okay!" Chen Xing continued to unpack the package, completely unaware that Xia Huanming had regarded him as an innocent fool, and he was still humming a song happily.
Seeing him like that, Xia Huanming made up his mind.
I have to keep an eye on him in the future, so that he won’t help count money if I get cheated one day.
When Zheng Qi brought the simple paper lottery box and asked everyone to come and draw lots, there was only one box left.
Chen Xing happily ran over to draw the lot, reached in and took out a piece of paper, opened it and saw the number "1" written on it.
Lucky Zhao Xingyu held up the note and said, "Wow, I'm in room number three!"
Zheng Qi said: "I am number two."
Wang Baiyue held up the paper with the number "2" written on it: "Brother Qi, we're in a group."
Zheng Peiya pointed at Chen Xing and Xia Huanming who didn't draw lots: "Then Xiaozhu, you and the captain are in the same room?"
Chen Xing was very happy and held up the paper: "Okay! I like this assignment!"
"Aren't you afraid that the captain will wake you up in the middle of the night to recite your lines?" Wang Baiyue put his arm around Chen Xing's shoulders and reminded him quietly, "Xia Huanming is a famous script king, so you better take care of yourself."
Chen Xing shrugged nonchalantly: "It's okay, I like to stay up late too." He often stayed up all night when writing songs, and it didn't matter what time he went to bed.
Wang Baiyue saw that this person had lost his way and did not know how to return, so he could do nothing. He said earnestly: "Have you ever had the experience of reading a script in your dreams? I have, and he did it." He pointed to Xia Huanming who was looking at the task card.
Chen Xing asked in surprise: "If you accept the script of an emperor, wouldn't you be able to be an emperor in your dreams?"
Wang Baiyue: "...Is this the point?"
At this time, Xia Huanming held up the task card and said, "Everyone, pack your luggage. We will discuss the team name later."
Wang Baiyue stuck out his tongue at Chen Xing and went back to the room with Zheng Qi.
Chen Xing pushed open the door of room number one, and what caught his eye was the oil painting placed in the middle of the wall. The enclosed room also happened to be filled with aromatherapy prepared by the program team - perhaps lavender scent.
On both sides of the oil painting are beds leaning against the window frames. Both are identical single beds with pure white bedding but no covers. The locker is a public built-in sliding door that occupies half of the wall. The washroom is close to Chen Xing's.
Generally speaking, although small, it has all the necessary functions.
Chen Xing placed the suitcase on the left side of the bed and sat down. He was instantly overwhelmed by the soft mattress and took off his shoes and lay down on it.
"Wow—so comfortable." His body bounced twice on the bed.
Xia Huanming also entered the room. He opened his luggage and sorted his clothes.
He took out the clothes rack from the closet, hung up the clothes, and put them in the closet in an orderly manner without any delay.
Chen Xing, who was originally a procrastinator, was startled by Xia Huanming's actions and sat up. He also began to organize his things, taking out his guitar and putting away his laptop and simple microphone.
After busying myself for quite some time, I finally arranged most of the things.
Xia Huanming looked at the things beside Chen Xing's bed and said, "You really brought a lot of musical instruments."
Chen Xing patted his guitar bag enthusiastically: "Captain, do you know how to play it? If not, I can teach you. It's free and I guarantee you'll learn it."
Xia Huanming was silent for a few seconds, then said calmly, "Let's talk about it later."
Chen Xing still smiled: "Okay."
Chen Xing sorted his clothes and placed them on the right side of the closet, and Xia Huanming's on the left side.
In fact, there is no need to separate them so much, their clothes will not be confused at all.
First, the models are different, and the lengths are different when put together.
Second, the two have different preferences.
Chen Xing has always liked things with many colors. He wishes his hair was all colorful and his body was covered with various jewelry, so his clothes were of various colors.
Xia Huanming’s main promotion is that it can be worn in any way that is convenient. The short-sleeved shirts are all of the same style, but the colors are black, white and gray. The pants are either army green or jeans, and the rest are similar colors.
Chen Xing went to the bathroom to change out of his debut outfit, and put on a simple pink and white striped shirt and a loose short-sleeved shirt with an English logo, deliberately leaving the corners of the shirt exposed, and then put on a windbreaker with pink lines on it, but he didn't change his pants.
When he came out, Xia Huanming also took off his work clothes and wore a loose short-sleeved shirt with a gray and white background and knee-length black pants, showing off his long legs.
Xia Huanming put on a white hat and said, "Let's go, let's go down."
Chen Xing followed him, and Xia Huanming took out a mint candy from his pocket and threw it into Chen Xing's hand.
Chen Xing stuffed it into his trouser pocket and flattered him with a smile: "Thank you, Captain. You are such a nice person."
Xia Huanming hummed as a response.
Chen Xing saw that the stairs were not steep, so he stopped when there were only six stairs left and said to Xia Huanming in front of him, "Captain, let me show you my personal skills."
Xia Huanming just turned around and before he could ask what was going on, he saw Chen Xing holding the handrail with his left hand and jumping with his legs together!
——Flip over the handrail directly and land steadily.
Xia Huanming: “……???”
Chen Xing landed perfectly and clapped his hands complacently: "How was your move? Perfect, right!"
"Great," Xia Huanming walked to Chen Xing's side and poked his finger at Chen Xing's dimple. "Please count to three next time, so as not to scare people to death."
Chen Xing nodded very obediently: "Okay."
Just as Xia Huanming took his hand back, he heard Chen Xing promise solemnly: "I will count from three next time."
Xia Huanming: “?”
May I ask if there is any difference?
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