Chapter 13 Since everyone needs...
There were probably hundreds of roses in that bouquet. Except for a dozen or so that were put in the vase, the rest were all dried and made into sachets and put in the closet.
The main point is not to waste.
Although the fragrance of roses is rich and long-lasting, when it is transmitted through the air to clothes, it has a very light and natural scent.
Bai You didn't expect Meng Qingyan to notice it.
He felt a little nervous, thinking that his wardrobe was already filled with this scent, so he had to steel himself and said, "I was born with the scent of roses, are you jealous?"
"I envy you, yes." Hearing this, Meng Qingyan suppressed the corners of his lips that were almost out of control and said seriously, "But the one I envy the most is not Teacher Bai."
Bai You was a little curious, but forced himself not to respond.
"If I have to say who I envy," Meng Qingyan said, "I would definitely envy the person who can be with Teacher Bai in the future. Not only can I have Teacher Bai, but I can also have Teacher Bai's own natural rose oxygen bar."
You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth.
Bai You complained in his heart.
"Then you'll be envious," he raised his head proudly, "If we can love each other till we're a hundred years old, you won't be envious anymore..."
Bai You counted on his fingers, "Aren't you going to envy seventy-six more years?"
Meng Qingyan watched him calculate, and the smile in his eyes deepened unconsciously.
"My pleasure." He smiled.
"Ah?" Bai You's eyes widened slightly, not understanding the meaning of his words.
What honor? What honor?
Is it possible that envying others has become a privilege now?
Although he is a few years older than Meng Qingyan, he is only twenty-four this year. He shouldn't be so out of touch with the trend of the times.
Bai You pursed her lips, suppressing the doubts in her heart, not wanting Meng Qingyan to see clearly.
Fortunately, the queue that had been stuck for a long time finally loosened up, the car slowly moved forward, and finally drove into the hospital gate.
The ground parking lot at this point was already full, so the car drove underground and stopped near the elevator.
Many people who visit patients order fruit baskets and flowers from gift shops near the hospital.
Considering that he would be riding in Meng Qingyan's car, Bai You went to a nearby supermarket in the morning to prepare a fruit basket, and went to a flower shop to order a bouquet of carnations.
If Meng Qingyan hasn't prepared it yet, it can be used as a thank you gift.
But after getting out of the car, I noticed that the first thing Meng Qingyan took out from the trunk was not flowers or a fruit basket, but two boxes of Cordyceps.
He handed it to Bai You naturally. Bai You was a little stunned for a moment, and then took it in his hand in a trance.
Then comes the bouquet.
The bouquet of carnations was very large, and for good luck, Bai You specially selected 100 flowers, which symbolize longevity.
"The flowers block your view a bit, so you should take something light." Seeing him looking at him, Meng Qingyan gave a brief explanation before taking out a fruit basket and two boxes of instant bird's nests.
Whether it is flowers, fruit baskets, cordyceps or bird's nests, they are all thoughts from the heart.
But at this moment, Bai You seemed to suddenly see a side of Meng Qingyan that was very different from usual.
He didn't say anything and followed Meng Qingyan closely into the elevator.
Li Xun's ward was at the end of the corridor, not far from the elevator. When the two entered, Li Xun's wife and student Liu Yisi were also there.
"Qingyan is here." Mrs. Li was in the living room of the suite. After receiving the gift, she quickly blamed the two for bringing too expensive things. She then looked at Bai You and said, "This child is Bai You, right?"
"Hello, Master's wife," Bai You smiled politely, "I am Bai You."
"Mr. Li knew you were coming today, and he was just talking about it." Mrs. Li said with a smile.
"How have you been doing these past two days, teacher?" Meng Qingyan asked.
"I can't put down my work," Mrs. Li shook her head gently and indicated with her eyes, "Look, I'm still chatting about work with Xiao Liu in there right now."
Several people chatted for a while about Li Xun's condition. After Liu Yisi came out, Bai You and Meng Qingyan entered the ward together.
Li Xun was leaning on the left side of the bed, with a thick pile of drawings and documents on the cabinet next to him.
The laptop and tablet were brought over, and there was a tablet stand at the head of the bed.
He and Meng Qingyan are old acquaintances, but this is the first time he has met Bai You.
"I was just talking about you guys." Hearing the noise, Li Xun put down the drawings in his hand, waved at Bai You, and motioned him to sit down first.
"I have some drawings," he said with a smile, "I'm just waiting to see you guys to tweak the details."
If you want to create a good look that can impress the audience, you must not only read the script first and understand the role, but also observe the actors.
Every actor has his or her own characteristics, and the stylist's task is to make every stitch and every thread complement the actor perfectly and outline the side that best fits the character.
Bai Youxie didn't sit down, but moved over to look at the drawings in Li Xun's hand with him.
It is a very detailed hand-drawn draft, with neat and elegant lines, and even every wrinkle exudes elegance.
At first glance, you can tell that it should be Shen Nian’s costume.
"Master's wife said that you have been busy for a long time," Bai You said, "Do you want to take a rest first?"
Li Xun did not refuse and handed the drawing to Bai You.
He observed Bai You's every move with a smile, and nodded after a moment.
"Qing Yan recommended you to Director Zhou when this project was just being prepared," Li Xun said, "He has a good eye for people."
Hearing this, Bai You subconsciously looked at Meng Qingyan, his heart full of surprise.
The project preparation period should be at least half a year or a year in advance.
He thought that Meng Qingyan would not recognize him at all at that time. Even if she did, she would only think that he was a clown who was lying on him to suck his blood and get some warmth.
How come Meng Qingyan actually recommended me?
Meng Qingyan's eyes were dark and deep, and his peach blossom eyes seemed to be smiling. When he met Bai You's gaze, he blinked mischievously.
"Teacher Bai," he said, "you owe me a meal."
Not to mention that Meng Qingyan had recommended him, Bai You would not lose face in front of his seniors just now.
After all, any fights or quarrels in private are just small matters, but in front of seniors, you must be polite and well-behaved and pay attention to your image.
"Of course," he smiled, "Teacher Meng, just tell me what you want to eat."
"On call?" Meng Qingyan raised his eyebrows.
"Available whenever you call." Bai You said.
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Li Xun enjoyed watching the young people bickering for a while, but he soon felt tired after working for a long time in the morning.
Meng Qingyan raised his wrist to look at his watch at the right time, and stood up to say goodbye with Bai You.
On the way back, the carriage was much quieter, not as lively as when we came.
In modern movies, shooting techniques, editing methods, atmosphere and styling are almost the most important elements besides the story.
If the styling can't keep up, the quality of the movie will be greatly reduced.
Judging from Li Xun's current condition and the doctor's advice, Building No. 8 will most likely need to change its appearance.
There is hardly another stylist of Li Xun's level in the industry, and those who are slightly outstanding have already been reserved.
For example, for Liu Ben’s project, there was still a full year before filming, but the styling had already been decided long ago.
Meng Qingyan searched his mind and found that the suitable ones had no schedule, and the ones that had schedules were not suitable.
"Meng Qingyan." Bai You beside him suddenly spoke.
It seemed like it was the first time he called his name like this, his voice was clear and pleasant, and his tone was gentle and soft.
At first glance, it seemed to carry a hint of imperceptible tenderness.
Meng Qingyan's fingers gripping the steering wheel subconsciously tightened slightly, then slowly relaxed.
"Building 8," Bai You hesitated, "Should we postpone the start of filming?"
"No." Meng Qingyan said with a firm tone, "If there is no suitable person in the circle, look outside the circle, and you will always find the right person."
"Actually," Bai You seemed a little hesitant, but after a moment he said, "I have a suitable candidate in mind."
However, that person is not only an outsider, but also too young. At present, his achievements and resume may not be able to impress the creators of Building No. 8.
"Do I know him?" Meng Qingyan asked.
Bai You tilted his head and thought for a moment before saying, "Maybe."
"Then we really are in perfect sync, Teacher Bai," Meng Qingyan's lips curled up a little bit, and he said in a positive tone, "You are talking about Ye Zhiqiu."
"You think he's good enough?" Bai You's eyes suddenly lit up, not noticing Meng Qingyan's words that implied something else: "We are so close."
"He is indeed not bad," Meng Qingyan groaned for a moment, "but his portfolio and resume are too thin. We have to wait and see how he performs at this year's fashion week."
"Fashion Week." Bai You immediately opened his phone to check this year's Fashion Week schedule.
Bai You is usually cold and indifferent to people and is very wary.
But when it comes to the interests of friends, he is so sincere and enthusiastic.
This is true for Jin Baobao and Ye Zhiqiu as well.
Meng Qingyan lowered his eyes and looked at him, unconsciously recalling the scene when he first saw Bai You when he was young.
At that time, he was wearing Snow White's clothes and was as beautiful as a fairy who was not tainted by this world.
At first, he thought he was a girl.
Until one day, he saw him again in the alley outside the school.
He knocked down several hooligans from other schools cleanly and efficiently, and protected the child behind him at all costs.
It was an afternoon, the setting sun shone on the young man's silhouette. Regardless of his injured and bleeding arm, he bent down and patiently comforted the frightened and crying little boy behind him.
The orange-gold sunlight shone on his thick eyelashes and hair, as well as his beautiful curved eyes.
At that moment, Meng Qingyan forgot the sun in the sky, he thought he would shine.
Therefore, even though he later found out that Jin Baobao was his fan, he still envied him.
"Teacher Bai," he suddenly said, "Don't just care about other people's affairs."
"Hmm?" Bai You looked up at him, a hint of confusion in his slightly fluttering eyelashes.
"Why don't we think about our own business?" Meng Qingyan said, his tone slow and rational, as if he had no feelings at all. "Since everyone has needs, instead of looking for someone else, why not look for someone we have worked with before..."
He paused, and his nose was filled with the faint rose scent emanating from Bai You.
The fragrance came from every rose he personally selected and trimmed, and now enveloped every inch of Bai You's skin.
"How about," Meng Qingyan heard his own voice, "we try going deeper?"
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