The heavy rain stopped for a while around four o'clock, and the crew went back to work and finished shooting the last short segment before five o'clock.
This was considered extremely lucky, because just as they finished work and prepared to return, the rain started pouring down again as if a switch had been turned on.
It was almost eight o'clock when everyone returned to the villa. Since they had just finished working all night, Zhuang Yan didn't assign them any other tasks and just asked them to go back and catch up on their sleep.
No. 29, Villa Area.
As soon as the door was pushed open, Baimao, as if expressing his dissatisfaction with them not coming home at night, rushed towards Jiang Que's chest like a spring.
Jiang Que raised his hand to hold it, pinched its ears, and let it rub against his neck.
"Ouch? This is clingy."
Song Yecheng wanted to flick its head, but unexpectedly it lowered its head like lightning and got under Jiang Que's armpit.
Jiang Que felt itchy because of it, so he pinched its neck and pulled it out, then carried it to get some cat food, came back and squatted beside the food box to feed it.
Douzi, who had brought them back, placed his umbrella by the door. He walked straight to the coffee table after entering. "Brother Cheng, do you still want to read these materials? If not, I'll take them away."
He was referring to the information about the Eternal Spring Water. He had only hastily packed it up before leaving yesterday, and it was still piled on the coffee table.
There's actually nothing much to read in those materials. Apart from a bunch of packaging design drafts that have been revised countless times, most of the rest are slogans, such as the water source is taken from a certain natural freshwater lake and processed through so many steps. The whole thing is contrived and official, and it makes no difference whether you read it or not.
Song Yecheng was getting water in the kitchen. Hearing this, he waved his hand back to signal him to take it. Jiang Que raised his eyes and glanced at the information, but said nothing.
Ding Dong! Ding Dong Ding Dong! Ding Dong!
Douzi's cell phone notification ring has been going on since he got off the car. It wasn't obvious outside because it was covered by the sound of rain, but now in the quiet room it sounds like a death knell.
"What on earth are you doing with that phone?" Song Yecheng came out of the kitchen holding a cup. "Are you still not done?"
Douzi had almost gotten used to the sound, but now he realized it was indeed quite noisy, so he quickly took out his phone and turned it to silent mode.
However, at this moment, he saw something in the rapidly flashing messages on the screen. He frowned as if reminded, turned his head and asked curiously, "By the way, Brother Cheng, did you secretly promise something to the fans behind my back? BLS or something?"
Song Yecheng was confused by his question: "Huh?"
Douzi quickly grabbed her phone and moved closer to him, unlocking it and showing him the messages. "Look, this isn't the first one. I've received a ton of similar messages these past few days. What's going on?"
Douzi had always been in charge of Song Yecheng's Weibo. Since there were so many messages every day, he would not read them carefully most of the time. However, he would occasionally pay attention to some extremely unusual wording. At this time, he showed Song Yecheng one of the private messages he had noticed:
[The Wall Will Never Fall: Brother, remember what you promised us! Remember to urge BLS to post more on Weibo!]
"What is BLS? Belgium? Debate? Bruce? Tyrannosaurus?" Douzi was extremely confused, obviously feeling incredible that he had been in the fan circle for such a long time but still encountered an abbreviation that he could not decode.
Song Yecheng almost burst out laughing. He quickly swallowed the water in his mouth and turned to look at Jiang Que, who was sitting on the carpet and watching Baimao eat. "Teacher Bai?"
"Hmm?" Jiang Que looked up in confusion.
"People are coming to me to collect debts," Song Yecheng teased, "Where's the Weibo post you promised?"
"Ah!" Douzi's delayed reflexes finally kicked in, and he suddenly realized, "So it's Teacher Bai?"
Jiang Que was confused for a moment, and his mind quickly recalled the scene at the gate of the villa that night. Then he thought to himself: Isn’t that what you promised?
However, arguing about this at this moment was obviously childish and meaningless, so he just stuck to the point and said, "But I don't have anything to post."
Song Yecheng stared at him thoughtfully for a few seconds, and it was unknown what he thought of. Suddenly, his eyes rolled, and he smiled at him maliciously. He handed the water cup in his hand to Douzi, took out his cell phone, took three or two steps to squat beside Jiang Que, picked up Baimao who was eating cat food with gusto with one hand, stuffed it into Jiang Que's arms, and put his arm around his shoulders. With the other hand, he quickly raised his cell phone -
"Come on, three, two, one, ok!"
His series of actions were so smooth and flowing that not only Jiang Que and Douzi, but even Baimao, who usually reacted at the speed of light, were stunned and stood still.
Song Yecheng put his phone away, looked at the photo, and then, quite satisfied, flashed the screen in front of Jiang Que: "Here, now we have the material? I'll post it on Weibo and you can repost it. You don't even have to write the copy yourself. Isn't that thoughtful?"
In the photo, the white-haired cat tilted its head adorably, its pink little tongue still licking the cat food residue on the corner of its mouth. Jiang Que looked at the camera in confusion, his eyes slightly widened because he was caught off guard. Song Yecheng naturally put his arm around his shoulders, with the corners of his mouth raised and smiling easily and freely. At first glance, the two people and the cat seemed to be quite harmonious.
Jiang Que looked at it for a long time but couldn't find any faults. He even thought about how Song Yecheng was really perfect. However, the avoidance habit he had developed over the years was not something he could change in a minute. He almost reflexively said, "But... I don't have... Weibo on my phone."
This reason was so weak that he even fainted when he said the last few words. Song Yecheng stared at him with an expression of "Are you kidding me?", and even Douzi beside him was embarrassed and looked up at the sky in silence.
After a long while, Jiang Que finally gave in helplessly: "...Send, send, send, I'm downloading it now."
Five minutes later.
Tens of millions of Song Yecheng’s fans simultaneously received a special push notification:
Song Yecheng: The Teacher Bai You Want [Image]
It was clearly early in the morning when traffic was relatively low, but this Weibo post was like a bomb that triggered a frenzy among fans.
[LolitaAC: Oh my god!! I actually got to see my brother taking a selfie in my lifetime?! Was I still asleep or was it my phone?! ! !]
There are quite a few photos on Song Yecheng's Weibo, but without exception, they are all photos taken of him from other people's perspectives. Familiar fans know that it must be Douzi's work. However, this time the photo is actually a first-person selfie, which is as rare as witnessing the return of Comet Hale-Bopp.
[Star City Shining: Wow, how can it be so beautiful! This is so pleasing to the eyes! Double kill! I want to print this out and put it on my pillow to sleep with!]
[No grass grows on the wall: It's clearly a triple kill! The white-haired little tongue is so adorable! I really want to rub and pinch it!]
The comments section was pretty normal at first. Apart from the high-value screen licking warning, everyone expressed their love for Baimao. However, when the tag "Song Yecheng Bai Yeling photo" was pushed to the hot search, a different stream of fresh air immediately appeared.
[Dust into the Sea: Holy crap! Teacher Bai retweeted it! And it was retweeted instantly! Less than thirty seconds later!]
[Dengying: Oh my god! Is this Teacher Bai's first Weibo post?! He and Song Yecheng are also following each other!]
Fantastic: Ahhhhhhhh! My brother dedicated his first selfie to Teacher Bai! Teacher Bai dedicated his first Weibo post to my brother! True! Love! No! Explanation! !
Immediately afterwards, the tone of the entire comment section gradually began to shift:
[Little Genius with a Clear Mind: By the way…am I the only one who thinks this photo looks like a family of three…Qingqing (nodding the pot lid)]
[Arctic CP Excavator: You're not alone! I have a bold idea, but I can't say it! I'm leaving! I'm going to start my own little world!]
[Eyelash Swing: Sister, don't go! I know what you want to do! Take me one, take me one! [Erkang Hand.jpg]]
【V5Brasil: And me! I'll help you draw circles! 】
In the villa.
After Jiang Que forwarded the Weibo post, he returned to his personal homepage. Seeing that his number of posts and followers had changed from 0 to 1, he suddenly had a strange thought: "It's alive."
This Weibo account has been registered for quite some time. Although it has never been used, the number of followers has remained in the six digits over the years. However, in the recent short period of time, the number has skyrocketed to seven digits, and is still increasing at an astonishing rate of one refresh per second.
Even his Weibo is like this, so you can imagine how "lively" Song Yecheng's Weibo is.
Jiang Que subconsciously glanced to the side and happened to see Song Yecheng switching accounts. He couldn't help but blurt out: "You have another account?"
This is actually not a rare thing. Not to mention celebrities, even ordinary people have secondary accounts. It's just that Jiang Que has long noticed that Song Yecheng's account is managed by his assistant over the years, and he thought that he didn't use Weibo much like himself. He was really surprised to suddenly find that he actually had a secondary account.
This was originally just a reflexive question out of surprise, but unexpectedly, Song Yecheng immediately tilted the phone screen inward cautiously: "I won't show it to you."
His demeanor and tone could almost be described as childish, making Jiang Que laugh and cry. "I didn't want to see it, I was just asking."
Although he had just asked casually, Song Yecheng's reaction made him curious about the trumpet, and he wondered if there was any secret hidden in it.
"Brother Cheng, I'm leaving now." Douzi picked up the documents on the coffee table. "You two should remember to go to bed early. It's been almost 24 hours."
Song Yecheng raised his head to indicate that he knew what was going on. Jiang Que also waved at him. When his eyes fell on the document in his hand, he couldn't help but stare at it for a while longer, until he saw him go out and the door closed again, then he withdrew his gaze.
Eternal Spring Water, Deep Forest Tea Series.
It is like the dark clouds that suddenly hang over your head on a sunny day, or the lightning that streaks across the sky on a clear summer night. Its sudden appearance can suddenly shatter all the appearances of peace and tranquility, like pouring a basin of cold water on people, making them feel heavy in the heart.
Song Yecheng didn't know whether he was replying to a message or setting up some information. His teeth tapped against his knuckles and he lowered his head to poke at the phone screen.
Jiang Que held Baimao in one hand and unconsciously rubbed his head with the other. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "Why have you been working with Eternal Spring Water for so long?"
Song Yecheng raised his head, stunned for a moment, then seemed to consider his words slightly before saying, "Well... there are actually quite a few reasons, but to put it simply, it started because its founder had some connection with my grandfather. He introduced us to a collaboration once, and the results turned out to be quite good, so we just kept going."
Song Yecheng's background was no secret. His family had connections in various fields for three generations, so Jiang Que wasn't surprised to hear him mention "connections." He simply nodded in understanding, "So you plan to continue your cooperation?"
Song Yecheng raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "There's really no reason not to cooperate, right? They're the best in the country in terms of brand recognition, their product quality is top-notch, and their compensation is always at least the market price. There haven't been any hiccups over the years, so there's basically nothing wrong with them."
This is indeed true. Everlasting Spring Water has had almost no negative news since its appearance. Its competitiveness, creativity and even influence are absolutely top-notch. From all angles, it is an extremely high-quality partner.
Perhaps it is precisely because both parties have a leading position in their fields and a long-standing excellent reputation that this win-win cooperation has continued year after year.
Yes, win-win.
There is no reason not to cooperate.
This made Jiang Que feel that it was natural, but also a sense of helplessness and frustration.
Perhaps because the light in his eyes dimmed for a moment too obviously, Song Yecheng finally noticed that his state was unusual: "What's wrong?"
Jiang Que's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then they suddenly lifted up, only to realize that he had not been able to control his emotions. In a flash, they drooped again: "It's okay, I'm just a little sleepy."
Staying up late had already made his eyes a little sore, and now when he lowered his eyes, a faint mist appeared, making his clear eyes look like two pieces of amber soaked in water.
That amber was so beautiful that Song Yecheng accidentally stared at it for two seconds longer, then smiled and said, "Why don't you go to bed?"
As he spoke, he reached out and took Baimao out of Jiang Que's arms and put him back on the ground. He leaned on his knees to pull him up from the carpet, and pushed his shoulders towards the stairs. "You've been sitting here watching it eat since you came back. I thought you weren't sleepy at all. After all this time, are you procrastinating?"
I don’t know if he has procrastination syndrome, but Jiang Que really has no motivation to act at the moment. The lingering worries make his steps slow, and his whole body exudes an air of laziness to move forward.
He was pushed by Song Yecheng up the stairs. The soft lights on the wall enveloped the narrow passage. The slippers made a slight sound when rubbing against the floor, like the sluggish second hand of an old clock.
One step, two steps, three steps.
Jiang Que walked very slowly, but Song Yecheng did not rush him. He just slowed down his pace naturally and pushed him forward little by little.
After walking up a flight of stairs slowly and hesitantly, Jiang Que finally felt the steady push from his shoulder blades, and belatedly realized that he had an unfamiliar, solid feeling of having someone supporting him from behind.
Perhaps it was because he hadn't slept for too long, or because the thoughts he had in the tea restaurant in the early morning were still lingering, but at that moment his brain suddenly became a little out of control, and for some unknown reason gave his body a strange command - his tense upper body slowly relaxed, allowing his center of gravity to slowly shift backwards and tilt towards the pair of powerful hands.
Very comfortable.
This was the most immediate feeling in his mind.
It’s like walking in a scorching desert for a long time, and finally finding a rocky mountain that can temporarily block the scorching sun. The moment you step into the huge shadow under its feet, you are wrapped in the coolness and feel a slight sense of relief.
Song Yecheng quickly noticed the change in the weight in his palm, but his first reaction was that it was an illusion, because it was like a child's cheating game of "you push me up" when going up the stairs, which was really not like Jiang Que's behavior.
It was not until the change in weight became more and more obvious, and the gap between his palm and the fabric was pressed tighter and tighter, that he finally realized that this was actually the result of Jiang Que relaxing his body and leaning back.
At this moment, Song Yecheng felt a sense of surprise and disbelief, because he still clearly remembered a scene in his mind -
That was the scene when the two of them first met, in that old house. After Jiang Que handed him the water, he glanced at the sofa where he was sitting, and then left the mostly empty seat next to him and walked to sit in the armchair three meters away.
At that time, Jiang Que seemed to have regarded keeping a distance from others as an instinct, as if it could provide him with an invisible protective shell and give him some temporary sense of security.
However, at this moment, Jiang Que's back was firmly pressed against his palms, almost giving all his weight to his hands. This relaxed, lazy, and even dependent posture was in stark contrast to the previous one, so much so that Song Yecheng couldn't help but recall a passage he had heard in acting class:
"... Body language can often convey inner feelings more accurately than words. Its scale reflects the distance between people, and its subtle changes often represent a subtle shift in one person's subconscious attitude and emotions toward the other..."
The theoretical discourse that was originally stated in a straightforward manner seemed to transform into a melodious melody at this moment, becoming both light and pleasant, flowing through Song Yecheng's ears and heart like a hot spring, and then floating up to the corners of his lips, making his lips, which were lightly pursed, curve into a crescent shape.
They didn't speak, but it seemed as if silence was more powerful than words. On this narrow and quiet staircase, in this gently shrouded light, an invisible barrier that had been erected for a long time quietly melted away, and they moved closer to each other, a seemingly insignificant yet precious distance.
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