At the end of May, Jiang Yiyu was unwillingly packed up by Wen Jing and thrown into the crew.
In July, Song Shengsheng went to see him during her vacation. She saw that he had grown a circle of stubble because of the role requirements. It felt prickly to the touch. When he leaned over to kiss her, she felt very uncomfortable.
But Jiang Yiyu really likes his mustache. In his words, I have done all kinds of rebellious things in my life, but I have never grown a mustache. I didn’t expect that I would still be so handsome with a mustache!
Song Shengsheng leaned against the bathroom door and watched him admiring his beauty in the mirror. She felt that he had become a little inflated recently.
"Dear, what do you say I should grow a beard from now on?"
"Not very good."
Jiang Yiyu touched his chin and said, "I think it's great. Very manly!"
"My dad doesn't have a beard, and you look older with a beard. I'm not interested in finding another dad for myself."
"Not that old, huh?"
"Yes, I really don't like it." After saying that, she turned and left the bathroom, leaving Jiang Yiyu alone to continue admiring his mustache.
After washing up and before going to bed, Jiang Yiyu hugged her from behind, trying to get close to her, but as soon as his mustache rubbed against her neck, Song Shengsheng immediately lost interest.
Song Shengsheng stayed with him in the hotel for a week, and Jiang Yiyu was in a state of dissatisfaction every day. In the end, he had to send Song Shengsheng to the airport.
In August, Song Shengsheng said she wanted to come see him again. Jiang Yiyu looked at his mustache on the phone camera and complained: "I can't shave it for a while, so why don't you just not come? If you come, I can only look at you but not hug you, which makes me feel uncomfortable."
It just so happened that Song Shengsheng was busiest with choosing a thesis topic and subsequent doctoral studies, so he didn't force it.
As usual, the two of them would video chat with each other every night to help each other fall asleep. Only occasionally, there would be a few days when Jiang Yiyu had a night scene and Song Shengsheng would not receive his video calls.
But at two or three in the morning, the phone rang. When she picked it up, she saw that it was a good night message from Jiang Yiyu. Song Shengsheng knew that he had just finished work.
This situation continued until early September. Jiang Yiyu had basically finished filming his scenes on the set, and Wen Jing took him back to Beijing to meet the big director they had made an appointment with last time.
They had dinner together again in the evening. Jiang Yiyu drank two more glasses and was a little drunk when the party ended.
Wen Jing sent him downstairs of his house and called Song Shengsheng to ask her to come down and pick him up.
Song Shengsheng put on a coat and hurried downstairs with his cell phone in hand.
When she came down, she saw Jiang Yiyu pulling Wen Jing along and bragging.
Wen Jing listened expressionlessly, clearly impatient. When she saw Song Shengsheng, she hurriedly pushed Jiang Yiyu around and said, "Go and paint a rosy picture for your wife."
Jiang Yiyu was dazed when he saw Song Shengsheng, and immediately raised the corners of his mouth. He opened his arms and walked towards her, then threw himself into her arms with peace of mind, resting his chin on her shoulder, and said with a smile: "My dear, I finally see you alive, do you miss me..."
Song Shengsheng looked at Wen Jing and pointed at Jiang Yiyu: "How much did he drink?"
"Two bottles of white and a few glasses of red wine."
"Why did you drink so much?"
Wen Jing sighed, glanced at Jiang Yiyu, and said unhappily, "Don't mention it. I went to see the director today. After the audition, we chatted and hit it off. We were just at the table, and I don't know how much of it was real or fake, but he and the director were both very drunk. Oh, and there was also a producer. If I hadn't stopped them, the three of them would have almost become sworn brothers."
"Why does he like to become sworn brothers with others when he's drunk..."
"How would I know? I only know that the director is old enough to be his father. They're sworn brothers, completely different in generation. It's ridiculous. Luckily I stopped them. I've brought him back to you. You can take him with you. I'll pick him up the day after tomorrow morning."
Song Shengsheng nodded, dragged Jiang Yiyu into the building.
As soon as he got on the elevator, Jiang Yiyu used Song Shengsheng's strength to stand up against the wall, then grinned and looked at her with a silly smile.
Song Shengsheng immediately realized that this person was just pretending to be drunk: "He's only 70% drunk and acting 40% drunk. Mr. Jiang has great acting skills!"
"Thank you so much! If I hadn't performed, I probably wouldn't have come back yet. I hate these kinds of dinner parties, especially the next one after dinner, with all the singing and stuff. I'm exhausted. I might as well come home early to see my wife."
He raised his face slightly and pointed at his chin: "Look, the beard is gone."
"But you drank alcohol today and you stink."
Jiang Yiyu lowered his head and said deflatedly: "Anyway, you are always right. If I continue to abstain from sex, I can go up the mountain and become a monk."
"Then go ahead."
The elevator door opened, and Song Shengsheng got off first. Jiang Yiyu staggered after her and said, "My dear, think carefully. I'll be leaving the day after tomorrow, and it won't be October before I come back."
"Aren't you going to finish filming?"
"It's finished. I have to go to South City to deal with Jiang Yuan's affairs, as well as some other work."
"You really don't have any free time."
"You're still talking about me, aren't you busy as hell?"
As soon as he entered the room, Jiang Yiyu grabbed Song Shengsheng and trapped her between his arms and the wall. He leaned close to her ear and whispered in an ambiguous tone, "I'll be free all day tomorrow."
"I have something to do and I can't play with you."
He smiled, held her face in his hands, and gently twisted her earlobe: "At least give me a kiss?"
Seeing that Song Shengsheng didn't object, he bravely stepped forward and gently rubbed his nose with hers: "Dear, I miss you."
"It smells like alcohol." Song Shengsheng turned his head to the other side.
Jiang Yiyu's movements froze. He let go of Song Shengsheng, turned dejectedly and walked towards the bedroom.
Song Shengsheng hung her coat back in the closet, then sat by the bed and waited for him for about half an hour. Jiang Yiyu came out wrapped in a bath towel. Song Shengsheng looked at his still dripping hair and frowned: "Aren't you afraid of a headache?"
Jiang Yiyu handed her the towel and sat on the carpet in front of her. Song Shengsheng gently wiped his hair and said, "My brother complained to me yesterday, saying that you were smart. You left a mess for him and then went to the group to hide away."
"Wasn't I also forced to go there by his wife?"
"Also, Zhao Rong and Jiang Yicheng, they are really too quiet. Their silence always makes me feel a little uneasy."
"Jin Beisheng told me that Jiang Yuan's case is already under investigation. It involves a lot of people. He probably can't protect himself this time."
"Because of the project in the South City Tourist Zone?"
"Well, have someone keep a close eye on you. I think disaster is imminent. I'm afraid Zhao Rong will take something with her before she runs away."
"Yeah, I understand." Song Shengsheng put down the towel and rubbed his hair twice: "It won't dry, you have to get a hair dryer."
Jiang Yiyu raised his head and lay on her legs: "That's it, honey, kiss me."
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