"Xiao Song? Come on, come on, sit over here!"
In the evening, in the banquet hall filled with elegant people, Song Yecheng was dealing with toasts and chatting with people around him when he heard director Gu Yun at Zhuang Yan's table calling him over.
After the opening ceremony in the afternoon, Jiang Que returned to the villa area, while Zhuang Yan led the main actors to the business club to accept the scheduled media interviews. After the interviews, they moved to this banquet hall to attend the scheduled opening banquet.
Every banquet means socializing. Except for people like Zhuang Yan and Song Yecheng who have a stable status in the circle, the rest of the young actors and newcomers are basically walking around the venue with wine glasses, seizing the opportunity to get acquainted with the investors, directors, producers and others present.
Hearing Gu Yun's call, Song Yecheng nodded to the people around him who were toasting, and walked towards the table with his wine glass. As soon as he got close, Gu Yun glared at him and said, "You kid, you told me last month that you wanted to take a break for a while, hey? You turned around and ran to Lao Zhuang. Are you afraid that I will drag you to continue filming my next movie?"
This was obviously just a joke, and Song Yecheng said slickly: "How can that be? What are you going to shoot next? Or wait for me?"
Gu Yun chuckled and tsk- ...
"Oh," Gu Yun teased, "Are you in a hurry to see yourself, or are you in a hurry to see your princess?"
"The Snow Will Come" is a costume drama. Song Yecheng plays a prince who is romantic and unrestrained but proficient in military tactics, while Tang Yao plays a princess who is arrogant but good at riding and shooting. The two were originally married blindly and disliked each other, but they fell in love because they fought side by side and experienced life and death together when the enemy country attacked. In the end, they worked together to quell the war and finally fell in love with each other.
Gu Yun was just teasing the younger generation with this, and soon got back to the point. "Editing this film isn't difficult, except for a few battlefield special effects. It'll take at least half a year to finish them all—Oh, yeah, but the theme song is already finalized, and Nuonuo has even edited a music video for it. I think it'll be finished in the next few days. I'll send it to you then."
Nono is his daughter Guno, who just started college this year. She is a good editor and has six-digit fans on several well-known video websites.
"Okay," Song Yecheng agreed readily. "I think Nuonuo has great potential. I might as well just work for you after graduation. I'll get a great editing talent for free."
"That's all very well, but who knows if she'll be happy about it? This girl has her own ideas, and I can't make her say it."
Although Gu Yun sounded like he was complaining, his face was clearly filled with pride. He smiled and chatted with Song Yecheng about his daughter's interesting stories.
Song Yecheng listened and responded from time to time. As he listened, he suddenly caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of his eye——
At the other end of the crowd, in the corner of the banquet hall, at the entrance to the kitchen, He Jingsheng was whispering something to a waiter-looking man. The man nodded repeatedly while listening and writing on the noteboard in his hand.
After a while, He Jingsheng finished his instructions and patted the man on the shoulder. The man nodded, walked into the passage, and ran towards the kitchen.
After watching He Jingsheng return to his table, Song Yecheng withdrew his gaze and suddenly remembered the scene he saw at the opening ceremony. He turned to Gu Yun and asked, "By the way, Director Gu, are you familiar with He Jingsheng?"
"He Jingsheng?" Gu Yun was confused as to why the topic suddenly turned to this. He was slightly stunned. "Oh, I'm not very familiar with him, but he helped me a little when I was filming 'Heaven Will Snow', so we've interacted before. What's the matter?"
Song Yecheng was a little surprised: "He helped?"
It cannot be blamed on him for having any prejudice against He Jingsheng. It is just that He Jingsheng's reputation in the circle of the second generation in the capital has always been very strange - if you say he is not good at anything, he is a graduate of a top domestic university, but if you say he is excellent, his behavior is extremely unconventional. Today he wants to be a racing driver, and tomorrow he wants to write songs and release an album. It is said that he once persuaded his father to give up the entertainment company and raise pigs, which almost made his father angry to death.
All in all, with all his past achievements, Song Yecheng really couldn't imagine what kind of serious help he could provide.
Gu Yun smiled awkwardly and said, "Well, you know I used to shoot more urban films. The resources for costume and action films are limited. The martial arts directors I'm familiar with were all busy in other groups, and I was waiting for filming to start, so Xiao He connected me with a martial arts team he knew, which helped me out of a difficult situation."
Song Yecheng silently said "Oh" and nodded, then suddenly smiled slyly and said, "So that's why you always gave Tang Yao special treatment back then?"
During the filming of "Heaven Will Snow", Gu Yun would often explain the play to Tang Yao whenever he had nothing to do. At that time, Song Yecheng thought that it was purely because Tang Yao was favored for her good acting skills, but now it seems that there is a bit of reciprocity in it.
"Hey? You brat," Gu Yun glared at him with an angry smile, then said seriously, "That's not entirely true! The main thing is that Tang Yao does have potential. If this were replaced by someone who is useless, even if their boss helped me a lot, I wouldn't be able to give him a good face, right?"
Song Yecheng smiled and nodded in agreement, and then did not ask any more questions. Instead, he chatted with Gu Yun about other topics while eating and drinking.
Because the official shooting was about to begin the next day, the opening party did not last too late and ended just after nine o'clock.
Although Song Yecheng only took a few symbolic sips of champagne throughout the whole process, Douzi still dutifully made a cup of honey water and placed it on the coffee table as soon as he returned to his residence. He himself was sweating from being busy among the crowd of reporters in the afternoon, and as soon as he put down the cup, he rushed to the second floor impatiently.
——"Brother Cheng! Remember to drink the honey water! I'll take a shower first!" Douzi's voice came from upstairs.
Song Yecheng sat leisurely on the sofa, picked up the honey water and took a sip. Unexpectedly, he almost choked on the spot after swallowing half of it because of the concentration. Fortunately, he didn't spit it all out.
After swallowing it with all his might, he stood up with the cup in his hand, ready to go to the kitchen's drinking fountain to add some water to dilute it. When he passed by the refrigerator, he happened to notice that the door was not closed tightly. He guessed that Douzi didn't notice it when he hurriedly put the honey back.
He turned around and planned to close it, but just when he touched the door, he suddenly noticed the situation inside the refrigerator. He stopped moving his hands and opened the door a little wider instead of closing it.
There were a lot of mineral water, tea drinks, various instant products and fresh fruits in the cold storage room. These were not unusual, but what was strange was that these things were completely different from what he saw in the refrigerator at Jiang Que's place last night.
In addition to drinks and fruits, the refrigerator over there also contains many instant foods, snacks, and washed and cut vegetables packaged in fresh-keeping boxes. There are even eggs, bread, and jam on the refrigerator door. It looks no different from an ordinary home refrigerator.
Song Yecheng couldn't help but wonder why the production staff had prepared different things for each villa. Could it be that because Jiang Que wasn't an actor and didn't need to maintain his figure, they had specially prepared extra ingredients for him to make a midnight snack?
The crew's thoughts were really hard to figure out. Song Yecheng pondered for a while, but in the end, he could only close the refrigerator in confusion.
After filling his cup with water from the drinking machine, he didn't go back to the sofa. Instead, he sat down on the high chair next to the island counter, took out his cell phone and turned on the screen.
The hot searches pushed on Weibo a few hours ago were neatly arranged on the lock screen, all of them were about Bai Ye Ling.
This is also expected.
From the moment Zhuang Yan called out "Teacher Bai" in public and everyone's eyes fell on Jiang Que, Song Yecheng knew that this trending search was likely to happen. The only thing he didn't expect was that there would be more than one entry on the list.
Song Yecheng clicked into the hot search list with great interest, and was about to appreciate his teacher Bai's "splendid beauty" from all angles. Suddenly, the doorbell rang with a "ding dong", causing him to look up at the door.
Who picks the time so well?
You came to me right after I walked in?
The person outside the door didn't seem to be in a hurry. The doorbell rang only once and then stopped. Song Yecheng put down the cup, stood up from the chair, held the phone and walked over to open the door.
"Hi, Teacher Song."
Xu Yi, who was standing outside the door, was wrapped in a light-colored cashmere coat, with her fluffy, soft chestnut curly hair draped over her shoulders. She greeted him with a smile, "Did I disturb your rest?"
"No, what's wrong?" Song Yecheng said, holding the door frame.
Xu Yi brushed her long hair behind her shoulders and shook the script in her hand: "Don't we have a scene together tomorrow? I'm a little nervous and want to go over my lines with you in advance. Do you have time?"
Tomorrow's play is actually very simple. In Song Yecheng's opinion, there is no need to be nervous. But as Xu Yi is a newcomer, it is not excessive to make such a request. It will only take up some time.
Song Yecheng nodded and was about to let her in, but suddenly, Jiang Que's hint from last night flashed through his mind, so the words "Come in" that were on the tip of his tongue were stuck and he swallowed them back.
The next second, he looked Xu Yi up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, then glanced at the road, corners, and bushes not far behind her. Then, facing Xu Yi's puzzled gaze, he withdrew his gaze and asked warily, "Where's Tong Qian?"
"Ah?" Xu Yi didn't know what he meant, "She left in the afternoon."
"What about your assistant?" Song Yecheng asked again.
Xu Yi was puzzled and pointed in the direction of No. 28: "She's in the room. What do you want to see her for?"
Song Yecheng pondered for a moment, as if he was considering something. After a while, he suddenly nodded as if a flash of inspiration came to him: "Okay, wait a moment."
Immediately afterwards, the door closed in front of him with a "click" and Xu Yi blinked in disbelief.
——What the hell?
Two minutes later.
The door was opened again, and Song Yecheng was seen wearing his coat and shoes. He came out with the script in his hand, closed the door with his backhand, and said to the side, "Let's go."
Xu Yi: ???
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