Nine o'clock in the evening.
On the first floor of a building in Yinling City.
The elevator arrived with a ding, and the doors slowly opened to both sides, revealing Qiao Min's slightly tired figure.
She was already a little sleepy after working overtime at this time, but she still held the phone in her hand and was messaging with clients.
As she stepped out of the elevator, she couldn't help but yawn, and as soon as she looked up, she stood there in a daze.
"Why are you here?"
In the corner of the elevator, Fang Zhizheng was leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, looking like he had been waiting for a long time.
Seeing Qiao Min coming out, he stood up and walked forward. His face was also tired, but he forced a faint smile: "I'm here to take you home."
After Fang Qiao's death, the relationship between the couple had reached a freezing point. Until their last chance meeting in the cemetery, the two of them snuggled up to each other and let out their long-suppressed emotions, and the ice was finally broken.
Life seems to be gradually getting back on track.
However, there is still a lingering shadow in Fang Zhi's heart - the fortune teller said that he would experience two disasters related to his closest relatives, and not long after that, his daughter fell to her death.
Although he had hated these ghost stories since he was a child, and although he was unwilling to believe such nonsense rationally, after this nonsense had "come true" once, he had to admit that he was still shaken deep in his heart.
If... even if it's just if, even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, the fortune teller's words are true, and the first of the "two disasters" refers to Fang Qiao falling from the building, then... what will the other one be?
This question seemed absurd, but it was like a stubborn stone, which kept hitting Fang Zhi when he was calm, causing his heart to suddenly sink and then palpitate for a long time.
Qiao Min was his only relative in this world. He could hardly imagine how he would face the rest of his life if something happened to Qiao Min.
It was because of this concern that he showed up here tonight, downstairs of Qiao Min's company.
"Why did you suddenly think of picking me up?"
Qiao Min didn't know about the existence of fortune tellers, so naturally she didn't know why Fang Zhi did this, but she felt very surprised and delighted, and even her tired eyes brightened a little.
Fang Zhi didn't explain much, but took her bag naturally from her hand and walked side by side with her towards the door: "I'll pick you up and drop you off at get off work every day from now on, okay?"
Qiao Min was almost in disbelief at this point, because in her memory, such treatment as being picked up and dropped off only happened when they were in the heat of love. Since they had been together for a long time, and later had a child...
Thinking of the child, her heart skipped a beat. She quickly collected her thoughts, raised her hand and took Fang Zhi's arm, revealing a sweet smile: "Okay."
Outside the building.
In the long shot, the two of them walked out of the company gate together and walked down the stairs.
As soon as Zhuang Yan shouted "cut", cheers rang out around the set.
The building is located in the city and is not too remote, so even though the crew only spent half an hour there, many passers-by gathered around.
Because this set will only be used this once and will never be used again, the crew did not spend too much effort on confidentiality. They only reminded the onlookers to try not to make noise during the filming, and everyone cooperated quite well until they heard the director call for a stop.
Zhuang Yan ignored the noise around him and reviewed the footage he had just shot. After confirming that all the details were correct and there were no bloopers, he stood up and told everyone to call it a day.
Most of the onlookers were there to join in the fun, but some were genuine fans. Seeing that the filming was over, they started asking for autographs and photos.
It also takes time for the crew to pack up their equipment, so Song Yecheng simply took advantage of this time to go to the sidelines and follow public opinion. Accompanied by Douzi, he signed autographs and took photos with them through the isolation tape. He waited until the crew had packed up everything before getting in the car and leaving the set.
It was already past ten o'clock when the convoy returned to the villa.
After getting off the car, Zhuang Yan briefly explained the shooting arrangements for tomorrow to them, and then let them go back to rest.
We filmed all day today, and not only Song Yecheng, but even Douzi felt a little tired.
But Douzi is a strange person. The more tired he is, the more he likes to talk, as if talking can relieve fatigue. He kept chattering all the way from the parking lot to the back mountain.
Song Yecheng had long been accustomed to his trait. He listened casually as he walked. Douzi didn't need his response anyway, so he just had to let it go in one ear and out the other.
However, as they were walking and almost reaching the foot of the mountain, Douzi suddenly stopped talking in the middle of a sentence.
The silence was so sudden that Song Yecheng couldn't help but turn his head to look beside him. He saw Douzi staring ahead in confusion: "Huh? Teacher Bai is back?"
Song Yecheng followed his gaze and soon discovered that the lights on the first and second floors of Villa No. 29 on the hillside not far away were on.
Jiang Que is back?
Song Yecheng was a little surprised because he had not received any news that Jiang Que would be back today, but since the lights were on in the house, it was obvious that someone was there. This made him feel a little expectant and happy, and he even quickened his pace unconsciously.
In a short while, he and Douzi had climbed up the slope and reached the path halfway up the mountain.
In the short few steps he took across the lawn in front of the villa, he subconsciously straightened his collar and hair, which were not at all messy, without even noticing it himself.
However, when he pushed open the door with a smile, the next second, the words that were about to blurt out were suddenly stuck: "...Why is it you?"
The person sitting on the sofa in the living room, with his legs crossed and leisurely flipping through a magazine, turned out to be... Liang Heming?
Song Yecheng's tone was full of disdain, and Liang Heming almost laughed out loud: "What? Who do you think you are?"
Hearing this familiar voice, Douzi, who was blocked behind Song Yecheng, immediately stuck his head out from the side: "Hey, Brother Ming? Why are you here?"
His tone was much better than Song Yecheng's. At least it sounded a little surprised. Liang Heming was feeling a little relieved when Douzi's next sentence was, "Where's Teacher Bai?"
Liang Heming: "..."
Very good, it is true that if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beams will be crooked.
He silently rolled his eyes, raised his hand and pointed at the ceiling, indicating that someone was upstairs, then glanced at Song Yecheng coldly: "Aren't you afraid that he'll get stuck at the airport again when he returns, so you asked me to arrange a VIP passage for him? I also arranged one for myself, with a full escort and a full-time driver. Reliable enough, right? - Remember to reimburse."
Of course, Song Yecheng didn't care about such a trivial matter as reimbursement. What he cared about more was that Jiang Que actually came back so soon. Before Liang Heming finished speaking, he hurried towards the stairs.
"Hey, hey, hey! Stop, stop," Liang Heming said unhappily, "Do you really think I came to see you because I have nothing to do? I have something important to do! Both of you come here."
Song Yecheng paused. Although he was not curious at all, he hesitated for a moment and walked over to him out of courtesy. He sat on the sofa next to him and asked, "What's the matter?"
Douzi also moved in with a bitter face. He had originally just planned to come over to say hello to Jiang Que and then go back to sleep next door, but he was unexpectedly stopped here. He complained bitterly in his heart, but he didn't dare to act rashly, so he had to accept his fate and sit down next to Song Yecheng.
Liang Heming closed the magazine, opened the briefcase beside him, took out a document from it and handed it to Song Yecheng: "Take a look for yourself."
Song Yecheng took it and opened it, and Douzi also stretched his neck and leaned over to read it together.
Before he'd even read two lines, Douzi was already wondering, "Variety show?"
This is a plan for a variety show called "Infinite N+N".
It's no wonder he felt puzzled, because Song Yecheng has never participated in variety shows in recent years. Even he knew this, so Liang Heming naturally knew it. Why would he suddenly have this idea?
Liang Heming didn't explain much, just said: "Let's talk after we finish reading it."
Song Yecheng didn't rush to ask, but continued to read along with his meaning, refining key words as he read: "large-scale, interactive, immersive, reasoning..."
This plan does not specify the specific program content, but only summarizes the type and shooting format, and also gives examples to briefly illustrate the general process, theme, intention, etc.
After watching the whole thing, Song Yecheng felt even more puzzled than before: "What's so special about this? Aren't variety shows of this type everywhere these past two years?"
Seeing Liang Heming's confident look, Song Yecheng originally thought that this variety show was very novel. However, after watching it, he found that it was nothing more than an immersive suspense and mystery show. This type of show actually emerged as early as seven or eight years ago, and has emerged in large numbers in the past two years. It is no longer new.
However, Liang Heming remained calm, twirling a pen between his fingers. Instead of answering, he asked, "You're not interested?"
Song Yecheng spread his hands. He really couldn't find any reason to be interested. Instead, he was puzzled that Liang Heming would come all the way to show him this thing. "What exactly do you like about it? Could it be because the director is Chi Jinan?"
Chi Jinan has become famous in recent years, and Song Yecheng is naturally aware of it. He also recognizes Chi Jinan's ability and knows that even if the type of program is not so special, he may be able to come up with new ideas in Chi Jinan's hands. It's just that because he is really not interested in variety shows, he has no intention of participating at all.
Liang Heming didn't answer his question directly. Instead, he smiled meaningfully, took the document back from his hand, turned to the penultimate page, drew a circle there with his pen, and handed it back to Song Yecheng: "Take another look?"
Song Yecheng took it suspiciously and looked down at the circled part. It said the type of guests that the show was planning to invite.
Front and backstage combination.
It is expected that 3 to 5 groups of guests will be invited in each episode. Each group will be a duo with one person on stage and one behind the scenes, such as "singer + arranger", "actor + voice actor", etc. Among them, several "behind the scenes" people will participate in the design of the current level, and provide clues in a suggestive way during the formal recording, and cooperate with the "front stage" person in this group to strive to pass the level first.
Note: Invited guests can choose their own partners to participate in the program. If there are no alternatives, the program team will be responsible for arranging them.
Song Yecheng read the rules twice, and suddenly understood Liang Heming's intention as if it were a flash of enlightenment: "You mean..."
Liang Heming looked at his expression of sudden enlightenment and raised his eyebrows proudly: "So, are you interested now?"
Although Douzi's reaction was a little slow, after listening to the back and forth between the two, he immediately understood and said in his heart, "It turns out that the old ones are the wisest!", and gave Liang Heming a thumbs up in admiration.
At this moment, footsteps were heard coming from the direction of the stairs.
The three of them turned their heads and soon saw Jiang Que appear at the stairs holding a glass of water.
"You're back?" He came downstairs to get some water, and when he saw Song Yecheng and Douzi had returned, he greeted them casually.
However, after asking, he suddenly found that the expressions of the three people were somewhat interesting, as if they had just been plotting something big, and there was a faint gleam in their eyes.
Jiang Que was confused. His intuition told him that the atmosphere seemed a little off. But before he could think about it, Song Yecheng asked, "Teacher Bai, are you interested in participating in a variety show?"
Jiang Que was stunned for a moment, even wondering if he had heard correctly: "...Variety show?"
"Yes, it's a new show. It's still in the planning stages and we're looking for guests."
Jiang Que was puzzled: "But I... am not an artist?"
"Come, come, come and see." Song Yecheng raised his hand and waved.
Jiang Que walked to the sofa, not quite understanding what was going on. Douzi quickly moved aside to make room for him.
After he sat down, Song Yecheng handed him the document and pointed directly at the area Liang Heming had circled: "Look, they want a combination of front-stage and backstage. Wouldn't it be perfect for us to be in the same group?"
Jiang Que carefully read through the rules and found that it was indeed as Song Yecheng said. However, understanding the rules was one thing, but being able to comprehend them was another.
Song Yecheng had never been on a variety show before, and Jiang Que knew this better than anyone else. He even remembered that Song Yecheng had mentioned in an interview that he "didn't have much sense for variety shows" and "still wanted to focus on the work itself." So the fact that he would take the initiative to arrange a partner for a variety show at this time was bizarre enough.
Thinking about it, Jiang Que looked up at Song Yecheng and guessed uncertainly: "...Are you very interested in this show?"
Song Yecheng said without hesitation: "Of course, large-scale, interactive, immersive, and reasoning! How interesting!"
Liang Heming: "..."
beans:"……"
Song Yecheng's previous disdainful comments echoed in their ears, and they looked at each other speechlessly - discussing how the movie emperor performed a large-scale double standard scene.
Although Jiang Que didn't care much about popular trends, he was not a caveman after all. In his impression, immersive reasoning variety shows had become common in recent years. If Song Yecheng was really interested in this type of show, he should have had countless choices.
But since Song Yecheng said so, he didn't question it, and just asked again: "When will this program be recorded?"
"Mid-July," Song Yecheng said, "The film will be almost finished by then, so it won't affect us either way. How about we go together?"
Jiang Que was still a little hesitant at first, but Song Yecheng just stared at him without blinking, the expectation in his eyes seemed to be real, silently conveyed across the distance, and disintegrated his hesitation inch by inch like little claws.
After a while, he finally retreated step by step, and agreed with a sigh and a smile as if admitting defeat: "...Okay."
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