The two people inside and outside the door looked at each other, staring at each other.
Not only Song Yecheng was surprised, He Jingsheng was also full of question marks. He even took a few steps back and looked up suspiciously to reconfirm the door number.
It’s the 29th, right?
At the same time, Song Yecheng saw the large bag he was carrying and seemed to realize something: "Are you looking for Xu Yi? She lives on the 28th."
However, He Jingsheng looked puzzled: "Why am I looking for her? No, why are you here? This is the 29th, don't you live on the 30th?"
Song Yecheng thought to himself, I was just wondering why you were here, and said unhappily, "Who are you looking for then?"
He Jingsheng stiffened his neck and said, "I'm looking for—"
"He's looking for me."
Jiang Que's voice came from behind.
Song Yecheng was slightly stunned, and He Jingsheng heard his voice and quickly stretched his head to take a look: "Oh! I thought I walked into the wrong door!"
As he spoke, he pushed Song Yecheng aside with one hand, squeezed through the door with the bag in hand, and walked forward while saying, "Hey, hey, see? I knew you didn't eat properly! Didn't I ask them to prepare vegetables in the refrigerator for you? They are all cut and prepared, just pour some oil in the pot, and you say, why do you have to eat this bland soup? How can this be delicious?"
Walking to the counter, he plopped down in Song Yecheng's previous seat and without a word, pushed the bowl of noodles in front of Jiang Que aside. He placed the plastic bag on the counter and pulled out five or six lunch boxes in a row. "Come on, have some! I packed some food for you, and it's still hot."
Hearing this, Song Yecheng instantly recalled the scene in the banquet hall where he had instructed the foreman to run errands. He finally understood where the food in Jiang Que's refrigerator came from, but after understanding it, he was even more puzzled: "What is the relationship between you two?"
Perhaps because his tone was too hostile, He Jingsheng couldn't help but turn around and give him a strange look, while Jiang Que said calmly, "College classmate."
"Not only are we classmates, but we're also in the same class and share the same dormitory!" He Jingsheng added proudly. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he looked at Song Yecheng and said, "Hey? Tang Yao didn't come to visit you on set? Didn't she have any announcements these days?"
If it were another occasion, Song Yecheng would even think that he was picking on Tang Yao, but at this moment he clearly felt that the previous sentence "not only classmates" was more like picking on her, which choked him and made him speechless for a long time.
However, He Jingsheng didn't seem to be serious about wanting to know the answer. Seeing that he didn't answer and had no intention of asking further questions, he quickly changed the subject and asked, "By the way, you haven't said it just now, what are you doing here?"
At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the unlocked door: "Brother Cheng! The things are here——!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Douzi walked into the room in three or two steps, holding a pile of bedding in one hand and dragging a suitcase with the other. He took a closer look at the situation inside the room and was stunned. He looked around confusedly, and finally his eyes fell on He Jingsheng: "Mr. He... is here too?"
In this situation, Song Yecheng seemed to be suddenly infused with confidence - although he didn't know where this inexplicable confidence came from - he raised his chin slightly and answered He Jingsheng's question condescendingly: "I live here."
He Jingsheng's eyes widened: "What?!"
Then he turned his head and looked at Jiang Que: "I said I want to stay here for two days, and you think I'm noisy? It won't be noisy if he stays here?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Song Yecheng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows subtly, thinking to himself, there is actually such a thing?
Jiang Que looked back at He Jingsheng, his face full of "How dare you ask such a question?" "From the moment you entered the door until now, he has only said eleven words in total."
He Jingsheng choked as if struck by lightning, and even tried desperately to count the words in his mind, only to hear Jiang Que continue to add slowly: "Besides, he is the lead actor, and I am the screenwriter. It is convenient for him to live here to discuss the script."
This reason was indeed impeccable. Even if He Jingsheng was indignant, he could only shut up. Douzi next to him was instantly convinced and swallowed back the words "Brother Cheng, why did you suddenly move here?" that were on the tip of his tongue.
Jiang Que was probably a little frustrated by the chaotic and strange atmosphere in the room. He looked at Douzi and said, "I live in the room on the left on the second floor. The other two rooms are empty."
"Oh, okay!" Douzi nodded very understandingly and dragged Song Yecheng towards the stairs. "Come on, come on, Brother Cheng, I'll go help you clean up your room. You have to get up early tomorrow. After we're done, go to bed."
Song Yecheng wanted to say something more, but when he glanced at the clock on the wall, he found that it was indeed getting late. It might be late at night when he finished cleaning up and washing up, so he had to give up for the time being and let Douzi push and pull him up the stairs.
Jiang Que breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the two figures disappear.
He Jingsheng also looked away, curling his lips in dissatisfaction: "Okay, I finally understand. This is the power of idols, huh? Whatever idols do is right. Idols are good in every way. Other people's words are noisy, but your idol's words are like the sound of nature, right?"
Jiang Que almost laughed at his sarcastic tone and sneered, "Where do you get so much resentment from?"
"How can I not feel resentful?" He Jingsheng became furious when he mentioned this.
Jiang Que has always been very cold in character. Usually, people would describe this kind of character as "a flower on a high mountain", but Jiang Que is not like that. If one must describe it, his coldness should probably be called "ice in a cave" - so secretive and so cold that he doesn't even give others the chance to admire him from afar.
Thinking back to when they were in the same class and shared the same dormitory, He Jingsheng thought they had a close relationship, but he didn't know that he was Bai Yeling for four whole years.
He Jingsheng even talked about the book he wrote with the other two people in front of him in the dormitory, but even so, Jiang Que did not reveal even a word. It was not until graduation when "Twins" was confirmed to be remade and Jiang Que wanted to inquire about Song Yecheng's specific schedule through his entertainment company that he found out that the famous Bai Yeling had been by his side all along.
It was not until then that he realized that their "Ice of the Cave", who seemed to have no interest in anything and never participated in any entertainment activities, actually had an idol.
Thinking of the past, He Jingsheng couldn't help but "tsk tsk" and shook his head, complaining: "Every time I ask you to go out, it's harder than climbing to the sky, but as soon as you hear it's related to him, well, your back and legs don't ache anymore, and your social anxiety is cured! I asked you to spare two or three days to help me record a song, and you said you had no time to write a new book, but it turns out that you have time to work on the group here for several months? Don't you think this is too much?"
Jiang Que was speechless for a while.
The song He Jingsheng was talking about was a song he wrote when he was in college. He suddenly wanted to make it this year. The main melody of the arrangement was piano. He mentioned it to Jiang Que several times and wanted him to play it, but he refused every time.
"Why do you insist on me playing?" Jiang Que couldn't understand where his persistence came from. "I'm not a professional. If you find anyone who can play the piano in the industry, who wouldn't be better than me?"
"How can it be the same?" He Jingsheng said confidently, "You witnessed me writing it, so the meaning is completely different, okay? Can others understand my original state of mind when playing it? - No!"
Jiang Que thought indifferently, "Actually, neither can I. Wasn't it because you were rejected so many times by girls that you started to doubt yourself as a gay? What's the mood or not in this?"
However, after a long silence, he finally gave up and said, "Forget it, I'll help you record it later."
He Jingsheng's brows immediately lit up: "When?"
Jiang Que thought for a moment and said, "Maybe at the end of April. I'll find time to go back then."
He Jingsheng suddenly became unhappy again, his shoulders slumping. "Brother, it's only the end of March! Why wait until the end of April? Can't we just do it in early April? Oh, isn't Tomb-Sweeping Day coming up in a few days? Don't the crew have a holiday for Tomb-Sweeping Day?"
Jiang Que didn't answer, but just stared at him silently, staring at him so hard that He Jingsheng swallowed hard: "Okay... okay, the end of April will be the end of April."
As he spoke, he swiftly lowered his head and opened the lunch boxes on the table one by one: "Come on, come on, eat quickly, or it will get cold if you don't eat it now."
Jiang Que took the chopsticks he handed to him, picked up the dishes slowly and began to eat in small bites, while He Jingsheng began to chatter about recent trivial matters, from the bloody feuds of the rich in the capital to the rumors of being supported by financial sponsors in the circle, like a human-shaped self-propelled gossip machine.
During this time, Douzi, who helped Song Yecheng clean up the room, came downstairs to say goodbye but failed to interrupt his broadcast. It was not until after midnight that even Baimao started to "meow" in protest as if it was too noisy, and he finally got up reluctantly and left with a large bag of kitchen waste.
After sending He Jingsheng out, Jiang Que gave Baimao some food and water, turned on the floor lamp next to the sofa, then turned off the main light in the living room and went upstairs.
Having sat for too long in the afternoon and evening, his back felt a little sore. As he went upstairs, he couldn't help but raise his hands and pound it twice, kneading it as he walked into the second-floor corridor.
The lights in the corridor were soft, and Jiang Que deliberately walked lightly. Unexpectedly, just as he reached the bedroom door, he heard a light click from the door behind him.
Jiang Que turned around and saw Song Yecheng had changed into his home clothes and was standing by the door, looking completely sleepless. "He's gone?"
Jiang Que nodded: "Why haven't you slept yet?"
"Getting ready for bed," Song Yecheng raised his hand and casually wiped the hair on his forehead that was wet from washing his face. "Are you going to the set tomorrow?"
Jiang Que's thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow in the soft light: "Go, but it may be late, not as early as you."
Song Yecheng seemed to have received a satisfactory answer and nodded. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of his hand on his waist and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong? Is your waist hurting?"
Jiang Que put down his hand: "It's okay, I just sat there for too long, I'll be fine tomorrow."
Song Yecheng wanted to teach him not to sit for so long, but then he thought that this was probably a common problem among writers, and it couldn't be reversed by just a few words. So he simply put it aside for the time being and said, "Okay, then you should rest early. Good night."
Jiang Que said softly, "Good night."
Song Yecheng immediately closed the door. Jiang Que stood alone in the corridor for a moment, then turned around, opened the door and entered his bedroom.
The room he lived in was not actually the master bedroom; the one opposite Song Yecheng's was. The reason was simple: he didn't like or was not used to an environment that was too spacious and bright - that was why the heavy curtains in this room had never been opened.
Jiang Que walked to the bedside and turned on the wall lamp, opened the wardrobe and the suitcase, took out a piece of paper folded in half from the compartment inside the lid, sat back on the bed and unfolded it, then took a marker from the bedside table.
It was a calendar, this year's calendar with many red crosses on it.
Jiang Que took off the pen cap and drew a red cross on the date March 31st which had already passed.
It's the end of March.
There are still seven and a half months until November 14th, marked with a red circle at the end of the calendar.
Time is running out.
Jiang Que silently muttered in his heart.
After a while, he stood up, folded the calendar again and put it back in its place, went to the bathroom in the bedroom to wash up briefly, and returned to the bed to get into the quilt.
The next day, Building 1 in the villa area.
Before it was fully light in the morning, a group of people were already busy running around outside the building. Not only were there staff members, but also many supporting actors who came to observe and learn.
"Xiao Li! Go check the window film again!"
"Come on, turn on the ceiling light in the corridor model!"
This villa has undergone considerable renovation. The most obvious change from the outside is a container-like model placed in front of the door, which fits tightly with the eaves. It is a corridor section model imitating an apartment building, and from the inside it is no different from an apartment-style corridor.
In the script of "Searching for the Light", after Fang Zhi graduated and started a family, the house where his family of three lived was just an ordinary apartment that the working class could afford. The reason why it was filmed in a villa area was mainly because several scenes involving the family were interior scenes, so it was only necessary to slightly adjust the interior layout of the villa, and then later connect the interior clips with the empty shots of the community shot outside the real apartment building, and it would be completely possible to transplant flowers and trees.
All the furniture on the first floor of the villa has changed, the kitchen and living room are separated, and the stairs leading to the second floor are covered by movable wallpaper, making it impossible to see the structure of the upper and lower floors.
The layout of the master bedroom on the second floor was also modified, and the guest bedroom was transformed into a pink children's room. The third floor was not used as a shooting scene, but was arranged into a temporary dressing room, changing room and lounge.
At this time, in the dressing room on the third floor.
Xu Yi and Song Yecheng were both surrounded in front of the mirror and were doing their makeup and hair step by step.
Xu Yi's chestnut curly hair was temporarily dyed black and loosely tied into a bun at the back of her head, with two strands hanging casually at her temples, creating a very homely look.
There wasn't much for Song Yecheng to take care of, so he just casually blew his hair. He wore a brown suede jacket with a large lapel over his black turtleneck sweater, and dark jeans on the bottom. It was a relatively conventional office worker outfit.
"Brother Yecheng, why don't you wear lipstick?"
Next to Song Yecheng, a little girl of six or seven years old grabbed the armrest of the chair and asked curiously with her big watery eyes.
Her name is Xu Miao, and she is also an actress in this play, playing Fang Qiao, the daughter of Fang Zhigang who has just started elementary school. The little girl is not only very smart and smart, but also very talented. At such a young age, she has already participated in many movies and TV series, and has also shot several well-known commercials.
At this moment, the makeup artist was trimming Song Yecheng's eyebrows. Song Yecheng couldn't move his head, so he could only glance at her with his eyes, and teased her with a smile: "Why call me brother? Shouldn't you call me dad?"
Xu Miao's mother was also in the dressing room. She couldn't help laughing when she heard this. But the little girl was very clear-headed and taught him in a serious manner, "We haven't started filming yet! You can only call me dad in the movie."
Her serious look was so adorable that it made all the makeup artists, stylists and assistants laugh.
At this moment, the door of the dressing room was gently pushed open. Song Yecheng keenly caught the figure in the mirror and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Teacher Bai?"
Everyone immediately turned around and greeted him enthusiastically, calling him "Teacher Bai".
Jiang Que had just experienced this round of things downstairs and had gotten used to it. He nodded in response and closed the door with his backhand. He walked naturally behind Song Yecheng and looked at the makeup mirror.
Song Yecheng's image in the play is quite different from his usual image. He is less high-end and gentlemanly in the mirror, and instead has the casual and gentle demeanor of an ordinary person.
But still very handsome.
Jiang Que thought that this kind of inherent handsomeness had little to do with his attire, and he would probably look just as good even if he was wearing a torn sack.
"Mom," Xu Miao leaned over to her mother and asked in what she thought was a quiet but actually quite loud voice, "Why are there so many teachers every time we shoot a movie? Teacher Song, Teacher Zhuang, Teacher Xu, Teacher Bai... Why are they all teachers?"
This is a common courtesy in the circle. Anyone with a little status is called a teacher. But this is not easy to explain to a child who believes that "only those who teach in school are teachers." Her mother was speechless for a moment, and then she replied politely: "Because they are all very capable. Only capable people can be teachers to others."
The little girl nodded in sudden realization, then suddenly turned to look at Jiang Que: "Then Teacher Bai should be the most powerful?"
Everyone was stunned. Douzi, who was standing nearby, asked with interest, "Why?"
The little girl said as a matter of course: "Because other teachers call him teacher, he is the teacher's teacher!"
Everyone burst into laughter. Her mother was just about to explain to her, "Teachers can call each other that," when Song Yecheng affirmed, "How clever! Teacher Bai is the best. The stories we perform are all written by him."
The little girl really showed an expression of "Wow!", and her eyes seemed to twinkle with little stars. She blinked and looked at Jiang Que and said, "So you are the Chinese teacher!"
Jiang Que: “…”
"Pfft!" Xu Yi couldn't help laughing out loud, pressing the corner of his eye and said, "I can't take it anymore, Miaomiao, please stop talking. I'm going to get crow's feet from laughing."
Just at this moment, Zhuang Yan came upstairs to urge the makeup and hair. When he learned that it would be completed soon, he nodded and asked Xu Miao to go downstairs with him to go through the positions first, and also explained the play to her in advance.
As the clever ghost left, the dressing room suddenly became much quieter. Song Yecheng looked at Jiang Que in the mirror and asked casually, "Why are you here so early? Didn't you say you'd be late?"
Jiang Que walked to an empty seat and sat down: "I just woke up, and there's nothing to do, so I came here early."
"You don't get enough sleep, do you?" Song Yecheng continued casually, "You stayed up so late last night, and you woke up so late? Did I wake you up?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire dressing room froze for a second, as if in a movie. Everyone then continued with their work as if nothing had happened, but within their hearts, a turbulent storm was brewing.
Xu Yi thought: What the hell? How could they wake up when they both live in separate buildings? Did Song Yecheng not leave after I left last night?
The other staff members were thinking: What the hell is that? What does "stayed up so late last night" mean? What does "I woke you up" mean? Isn't that a lot of information?!
Douzi thought to himself: Oh my god, Brother Cheng, you really know how to talk! Why did you make our shared apartment sound so wrong?!
The air was filled with a strange atmosphere, but Jiang Que didn't notice anything wrong with that statement at all, and replied calmly: "No, I woke up naturally."
Several of the rotten girls around them had already started a raging fire, and Song Yecheng was still adding fuel to the fire without realizing it: "Does your waist still hurt?"
boom--!
The entire dressing room exploded silently.
Xu Yi's eyes widened, the eyebrow pencil in the makeup artist's hand almost broke, and Douzi almost choked to death on his own saliva.
The atmosphere in the room was extremely strange. Although Jiang Que vaguely sensed this strangeness, he had no idea why. He said inexplicably, "...It doesn't hurt anymore. I just sat for too long last night."
For the veteran rotten girl speeding down the highway, these words were like giant, bold, and magnified text bombs, instantly exploding in the air with a "bang bang bang bang" sound, creating several gorgeous mushroom clouds.
What, too, long?!
Fortunately, there was only one sober person left in the room.
Douzi's eyes widened in shock. He quickly rushed up the ladder to put out the fire, and with an extremely twisted smile, he shouted to save his face: "--Teacher Bai! You can't always stay up late typing like this! Sitting in front of the computer for so long every day is so bad for your waist!"
Jiang Que was startled by him, and Song Yecheng was also confused by the two deliberately emphasized words "sit". He looked at him inexplicably in the mirror, and Douzi responded with an expression that said "Brother, I beg you to stop talking."
The dressing room was filled with a strange yet harmonious atmosphere. Everyone was trying to hold back their laughter until they hurt themselves. Finally, before their orbicularis oris and levator anguli oris muscles were on the verge of twitching, they finished Song Yecheng and Xu Yi's makeup and hair.
The scenes to be filmed today are all family dramas about Fang Zhi getting along with his wife and daughter as an adult. They are the foreshadowing of the main line "Searching for the Light". In the main film, they are located in the first five minutes and will be the real beginning of the movie. The "boyhood past" shot by Jiang Bei in the mountains will be narrated in the form of memories with flashbacks.
It was already bright outside, but the scenes that were to be filmed were actually "night scenes", so the windows on the first and second floors of the villa were covered with removable high-efficiency blackout films to create an atmosphere of nightfall.
The interior filming space was limited, making it inconvenient for onlookers to gather. Zhuang Yan waved his hand and cleared the area of irrelevant people who came to "observe", and then the official filming began.
The night falls and the lights come on.
Thousands of lights and the hustle and bustle of traffic decorate the city night scene under the dark sky.
In an ordinary apartment in a corner of the city, the warm yellow light and the sizzling sounds of cooking coming from the kitchen make this small world busy and cozy.
The door opened with a click, and a small figure squeezed into the house first: "Mom——!"
Fang Qiao was so excited when she came back from school that she ran to the kitchen with a big box in her arms. Fang Zhi followed her in, carrying her daughter's schoolbag and standing at the entrance, yelled, "Hey, change your shoes!"
However, the little girl didn't pay any attention at all and rushed into the kitchen like a rocket. Fang Zhi could only smile helplessly and shook his head, put his daughter's schoolbag on the shoe cabinet, and lowered his head to change into slippers.
In the kitchen——
"Mom, look!" The little girl happily held a metal box that looked like a safe. There were cartoon sketches printed on the box, and the contents could not be seen from the outside.
Qiao Min, who was cooking, turned her head and asked in confusion, "What is this?"
The little girl grinned mysteriously and opened the box in front of Qiao Min. She saw that the three layers inside were opened in a step-like manner, and were filled with various colored pencils, crayons, colored pencils, oil pastels and many painting tools. It looked like a hardcover painting gift box.
"My dad bought it for me! Our school is going to hold a painting competition and I've signed up!" Fang Qiao said proudly.
Qiao Min was a little surprised, then smiled and said, "Then you must draw well."
"Yes!" The little girl nodded firmly, closed the gift box and ran out like a gust of wind.
Fang Zhi's voice, urging her to "change her shoes quickly," and the little girl's silvery laughter could be heard from the living room. In a moment, Fang Zhi, having taken off his coat and changed into slippers, walked into the kitchen: "Didn't you say you'd wait until I got back to finish it? Why are you already cooking?"
He walked to the sink and washed his hands, shaking them twice, then turned and went to the stove: "Let me do it?"
"Hey, hey, get out of the way," Qiao Min said, grinning and elbowing him. "Look at what time it is. If we wait for you to come back and wash, cut, and cook, won't the three of us starve?"
Fang Zhi smiled and didn't refute. He leaned casually against the stove and said, "I just stopped by the supermarket. There are so many people on the weekend. You didn't see how long the line was. It took us almost an hour to get out."
Speaking of supermarkets, Qiao Min immediately remembered the painting gift box in Fang Qiao's hand. She turned her head to glance outside and asked in a slightly lowered voice, "Hey, it's just a small competition in their school. Why did you buy her such professional tools? How much did it cost?"
The hardcover gift box looked very valuable, and Qiao Min, like many working-class wives, was a thrifty person.
"Tsk, not much money—" Fang Zhi was both helpless and amused, "The supermarket is having a sale, less than three hundred."
Qiao Min's face was filled with a "Wow, you're so bold!" expression: "Is this impressive? It's not much money, three hundred is enough to buy food for several days, okay?"
"Oh..." Fang Zhi quickly put his arm around her shoulders and rocked her to coax her. "Isn't it rare for my daughter to be so interested? You know what, I think she's quite talented. Maybe with some training she can become a painter."
Qiao Min rolled her eyes at him subtly: "Come on, other people think beauty is in the eyes of their lover, but I think you are a prodigy in the eyes of your father."
"Hey?" Fang Zhi quickly climbed up the pole, turned Qiao Min's face and said with a smile, "Then let me take a good look at our Xi Shi."
"Tsk," Qiao Min finally couldn't help laughing out loud, slapping his hand away and pursing her lips at the cooked chestnut chicken and shrimp next to her. "Stop being so joking, take the dishes out quickly, and then come get the bowls and chopsticks."
"Okay!" Fang Zhi obeyed the order and turned around, carrying two plates of food out of the kitchen.
In the living room——
Three dishes and a soup were prepared on the dining table. Warm light shone from overhead, and the family of three sat around the table to eat dinner.
"Mom, I was born on July 22, right?"
Fang Qiao was originally chattering about what happened at school, but for some reason he suddenly said this.
This was actually a very common question, but Qiao Min was stunned when she heard it. She even glanced at Fang Zhi hurriedly. Fang Zhi quickly answered for her, "Yeah, yes, what's wrong?"
The little girl pouted. "I said I was a Cancer, but Yaoyao insisted I was a Leo. Number 22 is obviously a Cancer! Number 23 is a Leo!"
Fang Zhi had been indifferent to fortune-telling since childhood, so how could he care less about horoscopes? However, he remained gentle in front of his daughter. He smiled faintly while peeling shrimp and said, "Why do you care about that? It's all made up."
"No, the horoscope is very accurate!"
The girl seemed very interested in this: "Do you know why Wang Xiaoyi cries every day? It's because he's a Pisces! According to the zodiac, Pisces are the most sentimental!"
"Come on, you're still being sentimental," Fang Zhi found it quite amusing. "He was obviously crying because he was too anxious to finish his homework because he was playing around."
As he spoke, he casually handed a bowl of freshly peeled shrimp to his daughter and pushed the dipping sauce towards her: "Hurry up and eat, this little mouth of yours won't stop chattering."
At this moment, the scene before him strangely overlapped with the scene in the mountain village cottage more than ten years ago, as if the dish in front of him was not filled with shrimps but chicken soup, and the shrimps that Fang Zhi handed to his daughter had turned into the bright yellow egg in the soup spoon.
As if sensing something, Fang Zhi suddenly turned his head to look over, and sure enough, he saw that Qiao Min had just withdrawn her gaze from the bowl of shrimps. Her expression changed slightly, but she said nothing.
An inexplicable sense of guilt grew in his heart. Fang Zhi calmly reached out and pulled the plate of shrimp, which was already dwindling, in front of him. He picked up one and smiled at Qiao Min as if nothing had happened, saying, "Come here, I'll peel it for you."
After dinner——
A lively children's program was playing on TV. Fang Qiao knelt in front of the sofa and couldn't wait to open the newly bought paintbrush, then lay on the coffee table and started painting on the semi-finished album of simple drawings that came with the gift box.
Fang Zhi helped Qiao Min clean up and wash the dishes, then returned to the living room and sat next to his daughter to help her draw. He occasionally gave her some advice, and as her daughter looked at him, he held her hand holding the pen and demonstrated to her:
"Look, you can draw the eyeballs a little bigger."
"The eyelashes are long—yes, long."
"Your smile can be more curved. Come on, bend it upwards—"
"Okay, add two little front teeth - perfect!"
Fang Qiao looked at the face that looked like SpongeBob SquarePants gradually emerging from the outline of Snow White's face printed on the paper, and finally couldn't stand it anymore: "What is this? This is too ugly! "
Fang Zhi couldn't help but fall back on the sofa and burst into laughter, and Fang Qiao finally realized that he had been fooled by his father, and pounced on him with his teeth bared and claws, laughing and making a mess.
At this time, Qiao Min came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands. Fang Qiao hurriedly shouted, "Mom, come and see! Dad's painting is so ugly! He's just causing trouble for me!"
Qiao Min's gaze lingered on the father and daughter for a moment, a fleeting emotion flashing across her eyes. Then she pulled the corners of her mouth into a faint smile and said, "No, I'm a little tired today. I'm going to take a shower first. Don't play too late, go to bed early."
After saying that, she lowered her head, threw the tissue she used to wipe her hands into the trash can, and walked towards the corridor next to the living room.
Fang Qiao had no idea that anything was wrong. He obediently replied "OK," got up from the ground, and continued to pick up his paintbrush.
Fang Zhi sat up and turned his head to watch Qiao Min walk into the corridor, blinking thoughtfully amid the noisy background sound of the TV.
The several scenes arranged on the first floor have all been completed here. Because the overall difficulty is not great, there are not many NGs in the middle. However, even so, it was already past noon when all the filming was completed. Zhuang Yan simply invited everyone to have lunch first, and then continue filming the remaining two scenes after that.
The newcomers who came to "watch" outside the villa couldn't actually see what was happening inside the set at all, but they still waited outside until now, as if they could absorb some brain waves through the wall. When they saw everyone finally coming out of the villa, they swarmed to follow their footsteps.
During the crew's filming at the villa, all meals were concentrated in the buffet restaurant on the fourth floor of the banquet hall, which was not far from the villa area. Everyone walked there chatting and laughing.
Song Yecheng took the water handed to him by Douzi and drank a few sips. He dealt with a few young actors who came up to pay their respects to their seniors, and then turned his gaze and accurately aimed at Jiang Que who was not far away.
After a moment, he naturally moved to Jiang Que's side and walked side by side with him, poking his elbow casually. "Hey, did your dad teach you to draw like this when you were a kid?"
In fact, ever since he heard Jiang Que talk about his father again last night, he had vaguely sensed that some of the plots in the script might be hiding the shadow of Jiang Que's past, but he wasn't sure whether he was just overthinking it or if it was true.
Jiang Que was stunned by his question, then laughed and said, "My dad can't draw such an ugly picture."
This was actually a bit off topic. Song Yecheng said, "Tsk, I'm talking about the atmosphere. Atmosphere, understand? Not the technology."
Jiang Que pursed his lips and thought for a moment before saying, "That's about right."
Song Yecheng nodded, and after a moment he raised his chin towards Xu Miao, who was jumping around in front of him, led by Zhuang Yan. "Were you the same age as her back then?"
He was actually trying to find out how old Jiang Que was when he was adopted, because so far he only knew it was before high school, but he wasn't sure exactly when. Furthermore, Jiang Que still didn't know about his conversation with Jiang Bei about "orphans," so he couldn't ask directly, "How old were you when you were adopted?" So he had to beg for an answer.
Jiang Que didn't realize the hidden meaning in his words and just nodded truthfully: "More or less."
That means he was adopted before he was six or seven years old.
Song Yecheng secretly raised his eyebrows in understanding. At this moment, Douzi, who was walking behind him, handed him his phone: "Brother Cheng, there is WeChat."
During the morning shooting, his mobile phone had been kept by Douzi and was only returned to him at this time.
Song Yecheng unlocked his phone and took a look. After reading it, he immediately turned around and asked, "Are you free tonight?"
Jiang Que asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Song Yecheng said: "I have a friend who came to visit the crew, would you like to have dinner together?"
Jiang Que showed a trace of confusion on his face, as if he didn't quite understand why he invited himself to have dinner with his friends.
Song Yecheng lied calmly, "He's a fan of your book. He heard you were on the set, so he came to visit me. He even asked me to introduce him to him. He came all the way here, so why don't you just give him some face?"
Judging from Jiang Que's expression, he seemed quite reluctant, but the actor Song Da was a real talent. When Jiang Que met his expectant yet somewhat flattering gaze, he couldn't bring himself to say no. After hesitating for a long time, he finally said in defeat, "...Okay."
Song Yecheng smiled casually, lowered his head and replied to Zuo Jianqing neatly:
[Song Yecheng: Bought two of Mr. Bai's books on the way. You are now a fan of his books.]
Zuo Jianqing: ???
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