Chapter 30
However, what Xiao Ziyu said about taking the role was true, and he received a call from Luo Li the next day.
Luo Li's voice sounded very excited: "Brother Xiao, the director of a costume drama came to me and said that there is a male supporting role that will be auditioned soon. Are you interested in giving it a try?"
"What drama is it?" Xiao Ziyu asked.
"It's a short and fast-paced web series about the intrigues in the imperial court and the counterattack of a prince from the cold palace." Luo Li said, "The role we are asked to audition for is the youngest son of the general's mansion, a romantic and unrestrained young man."
Although an actor's state of mind should be adjusted in time with the role he plays, often when they first start, everyone will look for roles that are similar to their own personalities. Firstly, it is easier to control, and secondly, it is easier to get into the role.
The image of a bohemian young man was obviously very different from Xiao Ziyu's style, so Luo Li was not sure whether he wanted to try this role.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Ziyu hesitated for a while and made a decision without much hesitation: "Okay."
"Okay, then I'll make a deal with the director team," Luo Li agreed. "We'll have the audition next week, and the script will be sent to us nine hours in advance."
After hanging up the phone, Xiao Ziyu reached out and fiddled with the tie on his chest.
Today he was going to the nursing home to visit Yuan Heng's father. He originally wanted to wear softer home clothes, so he took out a beige sweater and light brown casual pants from his suitcase. Yuan Heng looked up, his voice was three parts curiosity and four parts teasing: "So obedient?"
Xiao Ziyu said: "When meeting parents, especially in a place like a hospital, it's natural to be more careful."
Yuan Heng: "That old man has a very strange temper, so just wear some ordinary formal clothes."
It was the first time that Xiao Ziyu wore formal clothes, but he knew that the clothes were fitted at the shoulders and waist, and the size requirements must be extremely strict. The suit that Yuan Heng gave him was perfectly fit and made according to his body shape.
Even if you measure it inch by inch with your hands, it may not be so accurate.
Xiao Ziyu continued to fiddle with the tie on his chest and said casually, "This suit looks perfect on me. Mr. Yuan has a sharp eye."
Yuan Heng had no intention of teasing him. He looked up from the snow-white collar to the slightly raised chin, and finally said, "That's not how you tie a tie."
He pointed out the mistakes but did not offer any way to correct them. Xiao Ziyu twisted the satin fabric into a hemp rope and had to give up: "Then how do you tie it?"
Yuan Heng then stood up, condescending to his position. The cold scent of ambergris reached his nose, and he walked closer, "Look up."
Xiao Ziyu raised his chin and just happened to see Yuan Heng's Adam's apple, which was dormant dangerously, and he didn't know when he would say something that would embarrass him.
He felt a slight pulling sensation on his neck and flexed his fingers, feeling inexplicably awkward. Fortunately, Yuan Heng moved quickly and moved out of the way in just a few seconds.
"Okay," he said.
Xiao Ziyu suddenly felt his breathing eased, as if the ambergris had changed its taste after being on Yuan Heng's body, and it took on a domineering and deceitful flavor.
He reached out and touched his chest, and sure enough, there was a small and neat button, and the fabric seemed to still carry the warmth of another person's fingertips.
He was eager to learn: "If you do this, I won't tie it myself next time."
The driver, Lao Zhao, had already called to urge him to get ready. Yuan Heng loosened the tie around his neck and tied it again slowly.
The slender fingers intertwined like magic, and finally pushed upwards, the tie knot just got stuck in front of the Adam's apple, and the black shirt took on a bit of abstinence.
Xiao Ziyu read it once, and after a while, the awkwardness and stiffness were still there. He thought about the first time they did something crazy in their previous life. He felt so much pain that he bit the Crown Prince's Adam's apple threateningly, but it only made him even crazier.
"I'll go press the elevator button." He turned and walked away, thinking that he hadn't revealed any flaws, but he tripped on the threshold and almost fell on the elevator door.
Just as Yuan Heng was about to reach out to help, his vision suddenly went dark and an electric-like pain flashed through his mind. He pressed his thumb against his temple and scratched it hard.
When Xiao Ziyu turned around as if he had noticed something, there was nothing unusual.
When he arrived at the sanatorium, the fever on his head and face finally subsided. Xue Jinling and Yuan Ye had already arrived and were talking to the caregivers outside.
Today, not only the Yuan family, but also the company's directors will come to visit.
Seeing someone coming, Xue Jinling first pulled him over and asked him some questions: "Zi Yu, are you used to living in Blue Ocean? Is there anything you need?"
"I bought you some daily necessities. They are in Lao Zhao's car. You can take them on your way back."
Xiao Ziyu had heard too much of Madam Meng's false concern, and he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, but he always had some consideration when interacting with others, so he just said politely: "Thank you, aunt."
Xue Jinling didn't mind whether he changed his words or not. She still smiled and turned to look at Yuan Heng: "Heng'er, have you had a headache recently? I heard that an old Chinese doctor has come. You can go and see him when you have time."
"Yeah." Yuan Heng responded indifferently, "It's just an old problem. No need to bother with it."
"You are excellent in every way, but you don't know how to take care of your body." Xue Jinling nags like an ordinary mother, without any airs of a socialite.
As the directors arrived one after another, Xue Jinling stepped aside and gave her seat to Yuan Heng, then went to instruct the nurse about something.
Xiao Ziyu's eyes were always following her. Xue Jinling managed the Yuan family in order after Yuan Qi'an fell ill, and cared equally about her two sons. It was considered that the stepmother was doing her duty. For some reason, Yuan Heng was always indifferent to her.
He was very restrained in his observation, but the nurse raised his head, looked straight over here, and said respectfully, "Master Xiao."
Xiao Ziyu did not dodge and nodded politely. Now that he's been discovered, he might as well be open and honest. The caregiver looks middle-aged, with bulging muscles under his short-sleeved shirt. He must be very efficient at his work, as he can give the old man a bath and turn him over by himself.
The seventh floor of the sanatorium was booked by the Yuan family. The waiting room was converted into a reception room. After everyone gathered, they filed in.
Yuan Qian'an also changed into formal clothes today. He was half leaning against the head of the bed with his eyes closed. Because of the stroke, his facial features were a little deformed, and his majesty seemed a little weird.
"Old comrade, how is your recovery?" The speaker was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with permed black hair and a coin-sized brown birthmark under his right eye.
Xiao Ziyu observed silently. This person was surrounded by the directors just now, so his status must be extraordinary. He vaguely remembered that someone called him Lao Wu, and that he and Yuan Qia'an could be on close terms, so their friendship must be quite close.
"He's still strong," Yuan Qi'an laughed and gestured with his hand, "He'll be able to be discharged from the hospital in another six months."
"It's a great honor for you old friends to come and see me."
Old Wu said, "Don't worry, the company has Heng'er. It's not too late to take care of your health first."
The directors all echoed his advice to take care of himself, and they all had smiles in their eyes, but there was little sincerity in those wrinkles.
After Yuan Qia'an suffered a stroke, he repurchased shares from some small shareholders as "treasury shares", and later transferred them to Yuan Ye's name. On the surface, it was to leave some for the younger son who was not doing well, but in reality, the majority of the shares were kept in the hands of the Yuan family.
Yuan Heng, who actually exercises operational rights in the company, is a lone commander.
The directors all knew that Yuan Qia'an wanted Yuan Heng to be a watchdog and had first worn down his claws because he was worried that one day Yuan Heng would turn his sharp teeth against him, his father.
He did things to the extreme, but Yuan Heng still worked hard without complaint. At this moment, he stood on the outskirts of the crowd, his back against the door frame, his temples beating faintly.
Xiao Ziyu had had enough of this kind of mutual testing drama on the stage, and thought that power really made people ugly. He wondered how Yuan Heng felt when he was facing a group of old guys in this life after being used to the flattery and sycophancy in the court in his previous life.
Today we are mainly visiting each other, and everyone keeps silent about what is happening in the company. Without business, the topic was quickly exhausted. The sparse laughter gradually stopped. The directors with less seniority remained silent. Xiao Ziyu looked at Yuan Heng and saw that he was frowning and had no intention of coming to warm up the atmosphere.
He took the initiative to remind the nurse: "The old man's water is cold, go and get another cup."
Everyone in the room focused their attention on the silent middle-aged man, who nodded hesitantly, quickly removed the still warm cup, and brought a new one.
Yuan Qi'an noticed Xiao Ziyu and asked, "Are you the kid who followed Yuan Heng?"
This was not a very polite statement, Xiao Ziyu responded, "Yes, I was filming with Teacher Yuan before."
"He looks good." Yuan Qi'an rolled his eyes and looked at him carefully, as if wondering whether the young man in front of him could suppress Yuan Heng's so-called Kuigang Destiny.
As soon as the words fell, everyone looked at him silently. This young man had delicate features but a cold demeanor and unruly long hair, perhaps to satisfy some of Yuan Heng's hobbies.
Xiao Ziyu let Jun look at him and said modestly, "Of course I can't compare to Teacher Yuan in terms of looks. Teacher Yuan is your descendant. You must be the most eye-catching one among all of us."
Yuan Qi'an choked and his face looked a little unsightly. Although Xiao Ziyu was flattering him with every word, he felt like he was being teased.
Yuan Heng pinched his brows and finally stepped forward, blocking Yuan Qi'an's gaze from looking at Xiao Ziyu: "Father, it's almost time, you should rest too."
Old Wu smiled and said, "Heng'er is really considerate. We don't want to bother you any more. I am relieved to see that you, my old comrade, are okay."
After the show was over, Xue Jinling took Yuan Ye to go in and take another look at Yuan Qi'an, but the nurse reminded them, "Mr. Yuan has already gone to bed."
Yuan Ye's expression obviously relaxed, and just as he was about to run away, Xue Jinling grabbed his sleeve and said, "Go and see Dad."
He could only walk around the room dejectedly, looking very upset.
After leaving the sanatorium, Yuan Heng asked Lao Zhao to send Xue Jinling and her son first, while he and Xiao Ziyu went to the roadside to take a taxi. With no one around him, Xiao Ziyu immediately asked, "Is your headache coming back?"
Yuan Heng was still in the mood to joke: "Why, you can cure it?"
Xiao Ziyu said seriously: "Don't be afraid of seeing a doctor. You should go to the hospital."
Seeing that Yuan Heng still didn't seem to care, Xiao Ziyu became anxious: "What do you usually do when you have an attack?"
Yuan Heng lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then said seriously: "Pray to God and Buddha."
Xiao Ziyu: “…”
The car came, but Yuan Heng still did not go to the hospital. He asked the driver to take him back to Lanhai. On the way, he said, "You see, Yuan Qi'an is so powerful that he even asks for help from a god. I am just passing on a little bit of his knowledge."
Xiao Ziyu thought about what he saw today and suddenly said, "I'm sorry, I may have upset my uncle today."
Yuan Heng didn't care: "He may have never been happy."
Xiao Ziyu looked into his eyes: "You are not angry?"
"Why should I be angry?" Yuan Heng asked back.
The Didi driver seemed to sense that the atmosphere was a little off and turned on the car stereo.
Light music played, Xiao Ziyu approached Yuan Heng and whispered in his ear, "You hate Wu Xianyong, don't you?"
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