I've been caged for so long, I wasn't prepared for him to intervene in my life...
Anjie and Diersheng only have a cooperative relationship, not an affiliation relationship. It is a favor for Mr. An to be willing to give advice, and it is his duty to keep silent.
Chen Yilan wasn't afraid of losing face, only of the drama's subpar quality. Her message was clear: if these people were useful, they'd be used; if they weren't, they'd be replaced. Even the most powerful person, let alone CEO Jin, couldn't tarnish her reputation as a top-tier producer.
When Wen Zichuan walked out of the recording studio, An Jie stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a month. You have made great progress."
"Teacher An, why did you let me play this villain? I thought..."
"You have a tenacious spirit that won't give up until you achieve your goals. I think you should try more. Dubbing is also a form of acting. Wouldn't it be great to broaden your acting range?"
"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Teacher An!"
When Chen Yilan and Su Zhuo sent Teacher An out, Wen Zichuan and the other two followed behind.
Anjie's voice was just so beautiful. When he spoke, everyone listened to him. "I wish the guys over there could be like Zichuan, talented and hardworking."
Chen Yilan recognized this as a typical "parents comparing themselves to their children" segment, focused on disparaging one's own side and praising the other. But the voice actors and idols were her colleagues, and even President Jin hadn't disparaged them, so she couldn't. So she smiled and tried to play it off: "Teacher An, a gentleman doesn't take away what others like."
An Jie also laughed: "We can't learn the ability of the second voice to recruit talents."
After sending An Jie away, Shen Junmeng quietly touched Wen Zichuan's arm: "Wow! You are too much of a showman today!"
"Ah?" Wen Zichuan didn't react.
"This is my first time meeting Mr. An in person! During the soundcheck, I was so nervous that my legs were shaking."
Guo Tianrui reminded him, "You don't know, do you? Teacher Wen and Teacher An have collaborated several times. They starred in the seiyuu drama during the summer vacation. It was packed with people and it was a huge sensation!"
Chen Junmeng wanted to put his arm around Wen Zichuan's shoulder, but was dodged. He shook his head: "I'm still studying acting. I haven't been on stage many times since graduation. I'm so envious."
Wen Zichuan was not good at chatting about these pleasantries. He felt uncomfortable when others praised him, so he quickly said, "Sign the second time. There will be opportunities in the future. Let's work hard together."
Compared to Wen Zichuan, Cheng Sizhou's class is even harder to get into.
Restoring cultural relics is a job that requires special concentration and patience, but he had something on his mind, and while his hands were working, his mind was wandering.
These days, Zichuan first misunderstood his relationship with Xu Yang and became jealous and angry; then, when he was sick, he stayed with him day and night, feeding him water, medicine, and food; finally, he lied to him and said that he was having dinner with a colleague, but he took a supermarket shopping bag and brought back a bunch of his favorite food.
Even if it's a piece of wood, it's still a piece of wood that has grown for twenty-eight years. How could he not understand?
But how should I tell him about this?
I am gay, is Zichuan also gay?
His parents know that he likes men. Does Zichuan’s mother also approve and accept it?
Cheng Sizhou did not deny that he felt attracted to Wen Zichuan the first time he saw him. As they spent more time together, his liking for him grew instead of diminishing. However, he was not ready to let Zichuan interfere in his life, nor did he want their relationship to cause trouble to each other's work and life.
But escaping is not a solution.
He wanted to find an opportunity to have a frank talk with him, but how should he phrase it so as not to hurt Zichuan and prevent their relationship from becoming estranged?
"Hiss!" Cheng Sizhou suddenly shuddered in pain, "Brother, give me a tissue."
"What happened?" Yu Ming turned his head and saw a large amount of blood oozing out of his left thumb.
"It's okay, I didn't notice it." Cheng Sizhou quickly wiped the blood off, fortunately it didn't get on the porcelain.
"Is the wound deep? Why don't we go to the hospital and get it bandaged?" Yu Ming continued working. "Don't be distracted when you're operating the knife. Look at your big panda eyes. You're not in the right state at all."
Cheng Sizhou was very afraid of pain, but he was even more afraid of going to the hospital. For such a minor injury, the time it took to bandage it was enough for Dr. Cheng to organize a unique three-court trial. He had to find out why he was distracted, why he didn't sleep well, and what he was thinking about.
Under normal circumstances, he would have just endured it and let it go, but unfortunately, Mr. Jiang was here today.
As soon as Jiang Yunli entered the room, he saw that he looked distracted. He said coldly, "Come out," and then carried him to the big tree in the middle of the yard.
"Master." Cheng Sizhou hung his head.
"You've called me Master for six years, and I've taught you everything I need to. In our line of work, every move we make affects the safety of cultural relics. If you're not feeling well, go back and rest. You're holding on here, are you planning on breaking another plate or a bowl?"
Mr. Jiang's words were very harsh, and although there was no expression on his face, he was actually very angry.
The master has always been like this, and he regards cultural relics as more important than anything else. If Yu Ming and Cheng Sizhou's skills are not up to par, he will not scold them, but if they have a bad attitude and are disrespectful, he will definitely educate them.
"Master, I was wrong. I'm well now. I don't need to ask for leave. There's a lot of work in the group, so I have to help my senior brother."
"There's a lot to do, but it doesn't have to be you!" Jiang Yunli scolded, "Just stand still and follow the rules for a while today. Think it through before you continue!"
The commotion in the yard attracted the attention of others. Colleagues from the next group stretched their heads and looked at Master Cheng standing under a tree like a primary school student.
A few people couldn't help laughing and whispered that people in their thirties still had to behave properly.
The wound had been hurting for a long time and was a little numb. Cheng Sizhou sighed silently in his heart, his thoughts even more confused than the shadows cast by the interweaving leaves at his feet.
His master Jiang Yunli learned calligraphy and painting restoration from Master Lin, the father of his master's wife Lin Xin, in his early years. The Lin family moved south to Dengyuan. Two generations ago, their ancestors mounted paintings for Empress Dowager Cixi in the Forbidden City.
In that era, masters taught their apprentices, and apprentices taught their grandchildren, and they all followed the same rules.
Cheng Sizhou has gotten used to it and doesn't care that much about face, but if Zichuan is really with him, should he follow him to Dr. Cheng for trial, or accompany him to follow the rules with Mr. Jiang?
The courtyard in front of him, which was surrounded on all sides, had been renovated two or three times in the past ten years. It was the courtyard where Jiang Anyi took him to play, and it was also the courtyard where he often stood in line after he started working.
Surrounded on all sides with trees in the middle, it clearly forms the Chinese character "困".
Surrounded on all sides, with a person in the middle, it clearly looks like the character "prisoner".
When it was time to get off work, Cheng Sizhou went home dejectedly. Wen Zichuan didn't work overtime today. He was sitting on the sofa with a laptop in his arms, typing away.
"Are you back?" Wen Zichuan stared at the screen and typed the last sentence.
"Hmm." Cheng Sizhou said "Hmm" weakly, picked up a few pieces of paper at random, and replaced the blood-soaked part on his left thumb.
The white and slender fingers were particularly obvious because of the red color. Wen Zichuan saw it as soon as he looked up.
"How did you get hurt?!"
"Nothing, just using a knife, it's a common occurrence."
Wen Zichuan put down his computer and wanted to beat him up right there. He was such a grown man, and he didn't even know how to treat his wounds?!
"There's so much blood, how can you bandage it yourself? Why don't you go to the hospital?"
"It's okay, the bleeding has stopped. It would be too much trouble to go to the hospital."
The last time he was sick, he insisted on not going to the hospital. His fever went away quickly, but at night he kept coughing. It took more than a week to get better. It was obvious that just forcing it through was not going to work.
"You make a living with these hands. What if something happens to you... No! You must go to the hospital!" Wen Zichuan insisted, grabbed his uninjured right hand, and dragged him to the door.
Cheng Sizhou was filled with frustration, but he couldn't resist. He suddenly shook his hand off while struggling, blurting out the words without thinking: "Let's go to the hospital! Are you anxious for my parents to know that we live together?!"
Wen Zichuan turned around in shock, his eyes suddenly red, and he denied: "I'm not..."
Seeing him looking as aggrieved as a little rabbit, Cheng Sizhou realized that he had said the wrong thing again. He suppressed the breath in his chest and pointed to the sofa: "Sit down, I have something to tell you."
Wen Zichuan nodded and sat alone on the shorter side of the sofa, thinking that what was coming was finally coming.
"Zichuan, have you ever been in love?" Cheng Sizhou asked seriously, "Not just a crush or a secret love, but a real relationship where we're together and have established a relationship."
Wen Zichuan lowered his head and answered simply: "No."
"Okay, then have you ever thought about what the future will be like for two people together?"
"How long is the future? Next year, the year after, or when you're 70 or 80? If it's next year or the year after, we're still young, so we can still be together. If it's 70 or 80, can't we still be companions?"
"Zichuan, this isn't good. Even if you don't consider your father, you should still consider your mother's feelings. When she's older and all her relatives and friends have grandchildren, she won't have any. She'll feel lonely."
"My family doesn't have many relatives, and my mother doesn't have many friends. She usually reads books, watches TV, or grows flowers and vegetables. She gets along well with herself and never feels lonely." Wen Zichuan remembered his mother asking him if he had someone he liked. Perhaps she had already felt it, "As long as I really like someone, she will respect me and understand me."
Cheng Sizhou had never met Lin Hanzhen, so he couldn't imagine what kind of open-minded mother would respect and understand her son's coming out.
He still remembered the day when he had to confess the truth to his parents. The two elders looked terrified, with expressions of extreme bad luck and disbelief on their faces. Dr. Cheng, who valued his reputation more than his life, was so angry that he felt chest pain. If Ms. Wang had not helped him take two fast-acting heart pills, he would probably have severed the father-son relationship with him on the spot.
"Then do you know what I think?" Cheng Sizhou asked again.
Wen Zichuan rested his forearms on his thighs, pinching his right hand with his left hand, and then his left hand with his right hand. He had already anticipated the worst possible outcome. When he opened his mouth, his throat choked: "Well, go ahead, I'm listening."
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