Chapter 50



While Xie Yang was observing Shen Yanjia recalling the plot, the topic at the table had turned to business at some point.

Director Xu Heng sighed, "Because Crazy Musicians tells the story of musicians, the film needs a lot of original music to enrich the musicians' personalities and plot. We previously found an outsourcing company to do this, but the soundtracks and interludes they made were good, but I always felt that they lacked something."

Xie Yang gathered his thoughts and looked towards Xu Heng.

Xu Heng is in his thirties, with an average height and appearance, but he has a good temperament and speaks slowly and steadily with a southern accent. At first glance, one would have the illusion that he has a very soft temper.

Xu Heng patted Chen Yan's shoulder and said, "I snatched this guy from another director. I chose him because he can sing and act. It's a pity that although his voice is good, it's too warm. It doesn't fit the theme of the movie 'crazy' at all. One is the interlude he sang, and the other is the background music. Now we are stuck here. Several major scenes in the movie that rely on music to set the atmosphere are all blocked and can't be filmed."

Chen Yan's facial features are handsome and noble. When he doesn't speak, he gives people a sense of distance, but when he smiles, he appears very friendly. He slapped Xu Heng back and said, "It's obviously you who are too picky."

"Would you come if I wasn't picky?" Xu Heng slapped Shen Yan's hand away.

It can be seen that the two have a good personal relationship.

After Xu Heng finished explaining the general situation, he asked the screenwriter to hand the prepared script to Xue Xian, Xie Yang, and Long Shuyou, and said, "Here is the script. Before we officially start discussing our creative ideas, I hope you can read the script carefully. If possible, it would be best if you can come to the set to feel the filming atmosphere. Xie Yang."

Xie Yang was suddenly called, and everyone at the table looked at him. Xie Yang looked at Xu Heng.

Xu Heng said: "I have listened to all the songs you composed and adapted. Your style is varied. The songs for Tong Jian are very suitable for Tong Jian's voice, the songs for yourself are very complementary to yourself, and the songs adapted for Ji Zehui have another flavor. Chen Yan is here, just observe him. What I want is the song that best suits him but can best express the character's inner thoughts, understand?"

As soon as these words came out, Xue Xian, who was sitting next to Xie Yang, immediately looked unhappy.

They invited two people to do the interlude, but only asked one person to observe the actors more. Who are they slapping in the face?

The assistant director hurriedly pulled Xu Heng.

Xu Heng then realized that his behavior of instructing Jie Yang alone just now was a bit inappropriate, and looked at Xue Xian and said, "Of course, Xue Xian, the same goes for you, let's work together, and Shu You, I'll leave the movie's theme music to you."

The assistant director and screenwriter quickly raised their glasses to toast Xue Xian, Jie Yang, and Long Shuyou, trying to make up for the awkward situation that Xu Heng had just created, and everyone else followed suit and raised their glasses.

Xue Xian forced a smile and raised his glass to clink with everyone.

After the dinner, Xu Heng, who had a poor alcohol tolerance, got drunk. Even though he was drunk, he still didn't stop and insisted on talking to everyone about serious matters. In the end, he was confused and somehow managed to stuff Jie Yang, Chen Yan and Mu Zhouyi into a car alone.

Xie Yang was also forced to sit between Chen Yan and Mu Zhouyi.

Xie Yang turned his head to look at Mu Zhouyi, who was the last one to get on the car, and then looked at Xu Heng, who was already drunk and fast asleep in the passenger seat. For a moment, he didn't know whether to thank him or say: Is this God's will?

Mu Zhouyi obviously didn't expect Jie Yang to be in this car. He was stunned for a moment after getting in the car, and then joked: "Sitting with two handsome guys, it seems that my luck value today is full."

Chen Yan smiled and continued, "Then my luck is probably a little off. Although there are handsome men and beautiful women sitting with me, there is a drunk in the front seat, which really ruins the atmosphere."

Mu Zhouyi laughed at Chen Yan's words.

Xie Yang, who was caught in the middle, said: “…”

He pretended to be uncomfortable. He sat up and asked the driver for a bottle of water and drank it. Then he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

Mu Zhouyi asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"I don't drink much, and I feel a little dizzy." Xie Yang applied the drunk buff to himself, then looked at Mu Zhouyi and asked, "Senior Mu, are you and Qinglin together already?"

As soon as these words came out, the car suddenly became quiet, and Xie Yang noticed that Shen Yan next to him paused obviously.

Mu Zhouyi's expression froze, and then he put his hand on Jie Yang's arm, pretending to support him, and said: "Jie Yang, you misunderstood, Mr. Feng and I are just friends. If you feel uncomfortable, why don't you close your eyes and lean on him for a while?"

There were obvious strange vibrations coming from the place where his arm was held. Xie Yang's brain suddenly felt dizzy for a moment, and then a feeling of nausea rushed down from his brain, almost making him vomit.

He clenched his fist to stay awake, used the motion of drinking water to break free of Mu Zhouyi's hand, and leaned towards Chen Yan inconspicuously, saying, "So that's how it is. Qinglin's nanny said that you have been taking care of Qinglin since he fell ill. The next day, even when the nanny was already on duty, you made porridge for Qinglin and bought vegetables and cooked for Qinglin yourself. And when you and I had a scandal before, Qinglin actually sent me a text message to help you explain it to me. You care about each other so much, I thought you were already together, but it turns out you are not yet?"

Mu Zhouyi helped him over again and explained, "Mr. Feng was sick at home that time, so I couldn't leave right away. Xie Yang, don't press Brother Chen down. Are you drunk? You can't even sit still."

"Tsk." Xie Yang avoided Mu Zhouyi's hand, sat up straight, leaned back and closed his eyes. "That's a bad idea. Leave now. Senior Mu, from the perspective of Qinglin's family, I hope that if you have no intention towards Qinglin, you will not do such things that are easy to be misunderstood. The best thing to do when you find a friend is sick is to call an ambulance and contact his family, rather than treating him recklessly and then waiting all night. And next time, I don't want a strange woman to hide at the stairs and eavesdrop when our family is talking in the living room. It makes me feel very uncomfortable. In addition, I hope that there won't be a second time like the last time you accidentally hit me in the parking lot."

Xie Yang insisted on saying this before he calmed down and concentrated on suppressing the remaining nausea in his body.

The car was dead silent.

I don’t know how much time passed before the car slowly stopped.

The driver said in an awkward voice: "Well... we've arrived at the hotel. I'll take Director Xu back to his room, and Mr. Xie..."

"Let me do it." Shen Yan spoke, his voice lacking the smile that he had been wearing when he spoke before, and sounded a little cold.

“Brother Shen, I’ll help you.”

"No, go back to your room and rest."

There was the sound of a car door opening, and then a body was carried out of the car and supported. Soon Wu Shui's voice was heard nearby, and then Xie Yang found himself being carried on someone's back.

He opened his eyes slightly and saw the back of Wu Shui's head. He felt relieved and glanced at Chen Yan who was following not far behind with a frown and Mu Zhouyi who was still standing by the car, and smiled silently.

After being carried back to the room, Xie Yang immediately stood up and signaled Wu Shui to put him down.

Wu Shui was startled, and quickly put Jie Yang down, asking, "Boss, are you not drunk?"

"A few sips of beer can't get anyone drunk. I was just pretending just now because I didn't want to talk to those people." Jie Yang took off his coat, pressed his temple, and warned, "Don't tell Qiu Xing that I pretended to be drunk, otherwise he will be angry again."

Wu Shui nodded obediently, then thought of something and took out his phone and said, "Boss, your agent called you earlier but no one answered, so he called me. He asked me to tell you that you were secretly photographed at the airport this morning, and some media used the secretly taken photos to report news that was unfavorable to you. This is the initial report."

Xie Yang's gaze moved to Wu Shui's mobile phone screen, and he saw a line of large words "Xie Yang looked sideways dejectedly at the airport, envious of Xue Xian for having fans to see him off" occupying a small part of the small screen, and the rest was occupied by a photo. In the photo, he was standing in the corner of the airport hall, looking at Xue Xian who was walking through the crowd of fans under the protection of bodyguards.

“…”

He sent Wu Shui away, took out his cell phone from his pocket which had been set to silent mode during dinner, clicked on Hu Biao's missed call and dialed him.

The call was connected in seconds, and Hu Biao's voice came out: "You are on the hot search."

"What's trending?"

"#解扬恩薛贤#. This trending search is so disgusting, it's obviously trying to drag you down and give others the hint that you are not as good as Xue Xian. Don't worry, I am working with the PR department to suppress the popularity of the trending search, and I will definitely not let Xue Xian trample on you like this."

"No need to suppress the heat, let him step on it."

"……ah?"

"At that time, Nagarjuna and I were standing together, and Nagarjuna also glanced over there. There were many people at the airport, and someone took a picture of me. Someone must have also taken a picture of Nagarjuna and me standing together, and Nagarjuna looking at Xue Xian. Go and see if there are any such photos posted on Weibo. If there are, please help spread the word and clarify."

Hu Biao was silent for a few seconds, then responded, "I understand."

Xie Yang was about to hang up the phone.

"Jie Yang."

Xie Yang moved the phone back to his ear: "Anything else?"

“Is it tiring to have an agent like me?”

Xie Yang comforted him: "Brother Biao, everyone has their own strengths, don't think too much."

Hu Biao was silent for a while, then adjusted his mood and advised: "Be careful over there by yourself. You and Xue Xian are both singer-songwriters, your positioning is somewhat similar, and you are close in age. He must be very afraid of you, so you should be more careful of him."

"I will, thank you, Brother Biao."

After talking with Hu Biao, Jie Yang took a shower, then leaned on the bed with the script in his hand, recalling what had just happened in the car.

According to the plot timeline, Shen Yan's feelings for Mu Zhouyi have not yet completely turned into love, but just a vague liking for him. His current feelings towards Mu Zhouyi are more of a senior's appreciation for an outstanding junior.

The reason why Chen Yan admires Mu Zhouyi is, firstly, because of her excellence, and secondly, because of her "noble" character of not succumbing to the unspoken rules of heaven. Now that Shen Yan has heard about Mu Zhouyi's other side from other people, he doesn't know whether his favorability towards Mu Zhouyi will be reduced a little.

I hope it can be lowered a bit, at least not to the point where Chen Yan is willing to take the initiative to connect Mu Zhouyi and help Mu Zhouyi sign a contract with Huanyu, a long-established entertainment company run by Chen Yan's uncle.

In the original book, Mu Zhouyi started producing the album not long after entering Huanyu. And if Mu Zhouyi had stayed in Huangtian, she would definitely not have been able to release an album due to the suppression from Huangtian's top management.

And that nausea I felt in the car.

Xie Yang looked at the arm that Mu Zhouyi had supported before.

This time he also sensed the strange fluctuation, but the supernatural core did not appear again. Is there this difference because the skill Mu Zhouyi just used was not one for improving favorability? Or is it because my body is not as sensitive as when I first came into contact with Mu Zhouyi's golden finger? Or was it because the clothes he wore this time were thicker than last time, blocking out too much influence from the gold fingers?

Xie Yang raised his hand, tightened and relaxed his fingers, relaxed and tightened them again, and finally clenched them into a fist.

Do you want to try direct skin contact?

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