Are you an adult?
The next day, after lunch, the FD team members rushed to the filming location to record the commercial.
Two hours later,
"OK, this one is retained." The director said to the camera while holding up the microphone.
"Ugh!" The team that had been neatly arranged just now suddenly dispersed and quickly picked up their mobile phones.
"Don't leave in a hurry. Wait until we are sure that everything is fine." The staff reminded.
"Great! I can finally have a good rest!" One Wan stretched lazily, his mouth unable to hide the joy in his heart,
This is the last shoot before the holiday, and they will be able to start their official holiday soon.
"When are you going back?" Spider approached OneWan with two bottles of water and put his arm around his shoulder.
"Leave tomorrow at noon and take the train this afternoon."
"What about you?" Onewan asked him back.
"I'm on a flight tomorrow night. I really envy you. The train will take less than two hours to get home." Spider's tone showed envy.
"I go home early and there's nothing to do, hahaha!"
At this time, Jiang Gao was standing alone outside the crowd, away from the noise, quietly watching the busy photography crew, with his hands in his team uniform pockets, standing upright, expressionless, as if he was emptying his mind.
"What about you, Moon?" Spider walked towards Jiang Gao with Onewan beside him.
One Wan, who was smiling just now, instantly stopped smiling and his expression became noticeably gloomy.
He shook his head slightly, then smiled faintly and said, "Not sure yet."
"Hey, Spider, the operation is calling you!" The naughty boy shouted from a distance.
"Ah?" Spider turned back slowly,
Ten thousand generals raised their heads and pointed with their eyes.
In the solo recording just now, Spider's speech was too unclear, so we need to shoot another one.
"Well, I'll go first." Spider took a deep breath, and went to take the retake with a face full of resentment, his movements extremely reluctant.
After Spider walked away, One Wan walked over to Jiang Gao and stood beside him. He glanced at him sideways and asked, "Are you still staying at the base?"
Jiang Gao turned around and looked at him for a moment, then looked away again, looking into the distance, and said lightly: "I don't know, maybe he will go back."
In fact, he himself is not clear yet.
"Go back! You went back for two days during the Spring Festival last year, and you won the championship!"
Jiang Gao nodded slightly with a hint of smile in his eyes, but said calmly, "Let's go check out the tickets later."
Hearing this, "Oh, are you finally going back to Beijing to be a young master?" onewan's tone became lighter, with a hint of teasing.
Jiang Gao glanced at him.
Seeing this, onewan quickly rolled his eyes and made a zipper-zipping motion to indicate that he would shut up.
"Moon, please record one more sentence by yourself." The staff called him away.
Looking at Moon's back as he walked away, Onewan couldn't help but sigh and think of the past.
The first day he met Moon, he came to the FD club for a tryout. Their tryouts were scheduled at the same time. When he first saw him, he thought his skills were pretty average, because Jiang Gao was really good-looking, and a bit fair-skinned. His cell phone and clothes looked expensive, unlike them, who had no family support and no job, and dressed quite simply.
They assumed he was just a young man trying out for life. Unexpectedly, they were the only two selected from the many who came for the tryouts that day. They later became part of the same youth training batch, fighting side by side all the way from the national competition to the KPL stage, and ultimately, they won the championship together.
Jiang Gao was rather taciturn from the beginning, but he was very enthusiastic, and gradually the two became familiar with each other.
Later, I learned from the youth training coach that he was indeed a young master from Beijing. However, because of this, his relationship with his family was not good. His family was very opposed to his career in this field. Moreover, he was said to have been an excellent student, and his family had high hopes for him. Therefore, they completely considered his gaming behavior as a distraction. Professional players were even more considered "rebellious."
In fact, compared to Jiang Gao, the parents of most team members were initially opposed to them working in the same industry, but because they could receive a good salary every month, they had no objections.
Later, every time he had a holiday, he found that Jiang Gao rarely went home, and basically stayed alone at the base or stayed in a hotel.
The filming finally ended and the group returned to the base.
"Moon, come here!" The operator called out to Jiang Gao who was about to go upstairs.
Several people cast doubtful glances at him. Jiang Gao himself was also bewildered, but he still followed the operations manager into the office.
"Sit down," the operator said in a heavy tone, pointing to the chair opposite.
Jiang Gao glanced at her, then sat down as he was told with a puzzled look on his face.
After he sat down, the operator got straight to the point: "You are in a relationship, right?"
Jiang Gao nodded slightly, "What's wrong?" His tone was a little distant.
"How long have you been talking?" the operator continued to ask.
"Half a year." He lowered his eyes.
"Are you an adult?" he continued to ask, with obvious worry in his tone.
Jiang Gao raised his head and frowned when he heard that. He put his hands in his pockets, leaned back, and stared at her in confusion.
"I mean, is the other party an adult?" she added in a more serious tone.
Jiang Gao's face darkened, "Hmm." He thought to himself, aren't you talking nonsense?
"Are you sure?"
"Sure." Jiang Gao was almost laughing out of anger, his tone tinged with impatience.
When the operator heard this, he seemed to have unloaded a burden from his heart, and his expression relaxed noticeably.
"Okay, we're not trying to interfere with your private life or forbid you from dating. It's just that you should be aware of your current popularity, right? Everything you say or do will be magnified and interpreted, and the consequences will be closely related to the club's interests and will also affect the work of the PR department."
She stopped and glanced at Jiang Gao.
He lowered his eyes, his emotion undetectable, but he seemed to be listening attentively.
"At your age, it's normal to just date for fun. I understand, but as a public figure, you should establish a good image. After all, female fans account for a large proportion of your fans. Of course, I'm not saying that dating is bad!" She added.
"I'm not joking." Jiang Gao raised his head to interrupt her, looking at her with an unclear look.
"I know, I know. Of course, we won't interfere with your relationship. We just need to remind you that you are first and foremost a professional player. How long can your career last? I believe you can tell the difference between what is important and what is not. So, don't let these things affect your training and competition." The operator tried to smile and ease the atmosphere.
"Well, I can clearly distinguish between the two things. I will give my all on the field." Jiang Gao answered her seriously.
"Okay, that's good. I'm just giving you a friendly reminder. Don't think too much." Her tone softened a lot.
"Also," the operator paused and looked up at Jiang Gao who was about to stand up.
"Don't respond to such personal questions in the live broadcast room in the future. Be careful with your words and actions and don't be led by others." The operator reminded.
He nodded, then stood up and left.
…
Today is the first day of Lin Yueqin's official program recordings. The first interview is with the highly respected writer Ms. Liu. At 65 years old, she still writes daily.
"After reading your late work 'The Little Bridge', I found that it has some connection with your early work 'Flowing Water' in terms of name, but in fact, there are still quite big differences in both style and content. I would like to ask if there is some connection between the two works, or is it just a coincidence?" Lin Yueqin looked at Ms. Liu and asked a carefully prepared question.
The elegant woman sitting opposite smiled at her, looked at the young girl in front of her, and said, "Your question is actually quite good, and my answer will probably surprise you. When I first wrote 'The Little Bridge,' I was thinking of writing a book called 'Flowing Water' thirty years later. The name was decided long ago, so 'Flowing Water' is the seed planted by 'The Little Bridge,' which only began to sprout thirty years later.
This answer really shocked Lin Yueqin.
"What kind of belief keeps you writing every day?" she asked.
"At first, it was a feeling of reluctance to accept my predetermined fate," Ms. Liu said, letting out a sigh of relief as she lost herself in memories. "In my thirties, I suddenly didn't want to go back to teaching. But besides teaching, I didn't seem to have any other special skills. My husband supported me entirely with my daily expenses. Then I thought, maybe I should write? I heard there's money to be made from writing."
She smiled, her eyes gentle and profound. "I started writing about little stories around me, about scenery I thought was beautiful, about last night's dreams... I wrote about everything. And the result? No one published it.
I just couldn't believe it. Could it be that I couldn't write something good? Later, I stopped focusing solely on the money and instead tried to convey my thoughts, express my true feelings, and create something new. I stopped rushing for success, and surprisingly, as I wrote, I actually fell in love with it. With passion, persistence comes naturally, no longer a challenge. "She smiled with a loving, satisfied smile.
…
Backstage after the interview, Ms. Liu signed her name on the title page of "Flowing Water" brought by Lin Yueqin, and left a line of words: "In a few years, I hope you will also have your own "Flowing Water" and be able to tell stories as eloquently as flowing water."
Lin Yueqin stared at the beautiful and powerful handwriting written in black ink, and her heart could not calm down for a long time.
Yes, why rush for success? We should be like the gurgling water, continuous and powerful.
Recording ends.
The producer Sister Chen beside her showed a satisfied expression and looked at Lin Yueqin with a smile.
"Yes, this episode is very in-depth. It seems you have done your homework." Producer Sister Chen came over and patted her shoulder.
Lin Yueqin felt a little embarrassed by the praise. She lowered her head and smiled, then looked at Sister Chen with the book in her arms: "Sister Chen, I feel that in addition to presenting good content to the audience, I also seem to have been sublimated during the private preparation and program recording."
Sister Chen nodded.
“I think I’ve started to love my job a little bit.”
The exquisite woman in front of him, wearing a well-tailored black suit and a head of fluffy wool curls, now widened her eyes in surprise, her voice rising: "Really? How can anyone love work!"
Lin Yueqin pouted slightly, tilted her head and smiled slightly, with a new light flashing in her eyes.
After successfully completing the recording of the first episode of the program, Lin Yueqin's tense nerves finally relaxed, and she finally welcomed the precious two-day holiday.
After washing up in the evening, she lay on the bed, staring at the books stacked on the bedside. On the top was "Flowing Water". She smiled, as soft as cotton wool, light and calm.
Beijing is finally no longer rainy in spring and is about to welcome the spring sunshine.
She is in a good mood today and the sky will be clear tomorrow as well.
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