Chapter 174 Fear
Compared to the north, which has a long snow season, Unsan is located further south. Although it snows in winter, the amount of snowfall is never large, let alone blizzards, which are rare, occurring only once every hundred years.
Now, this once-in-a-century blizzard has almost paralyzed the entire city. Subways and trains have stopped running, planes have been grounded, shopping malls have closed, and all available personnel, including those from the power grid, fire department, and municipal departments, have been mobilized to carry out repairs day and night, exhausting all human and material resources to ensure power supply and trying every possible way to restore the city's power supply.
However, many power cables were broken by the weight of the snow and could not be rebuilt in a short time. As of the next day, residents' power supply had not been restored.
Gao Yifeng sent a voice message in the group: "Although the filming base has electricity, filming is temporarily suspended today in response to the call. Everyone should stay home and wait for further notice from the hotel. The production crew will distribute supplies to everyone shortly, so consider this a break."
In such extremely bad weather, being able to hide in the hotel and sleep is quite nice, Xia Mian is quite happy. Who knew that Gao Yifeng would change the subject so abruptly: "Male lead, female lead, second male lead and second female lead, come to my room, let's talk about the scenes from the past few days. If things return to normal by the afternoon, we still have to continue filming."
Aaaaaah! Xia Mian wailed!! Gao Yifeng is extremely serious about acting and likes to teach actors everything in detail. If the four of them went in together, they probably wouldn't have come out before the call came in!
Xia Mian, full of resentment, went to Gao Yifeng's room wearing her fluffy pajamas, clutching the power bank that Li Zi had brought over that morning.
As he expected, Gao Yifeng talked about the play until the sun was setting.
Xia Mian felt like her head was about to explode from all the stuffing he was giving her, and she rubbed her temples. Just then, her phone vibrated; Zhou Pingchuan was calling her.
Gao Yifeng and Jiang Chun were having a heated discussion about a plot point. At this moment, it would be very disrespectful to answer the phone directly or go outside to answer it.
He initially rejected the call, then sent a message to the other party on WeChat: "Is something urgent? The director is having a small meeting with us. If it's not urgent, we can talk on WeChat."
Z: [No rush]
Z: [Power hasn't been restored yet]
Summer: [No, we're already working hard to repair it.]
Z: [Will it be fixed tonight?]
summer: [I don't know. The news says the situation is very serious. Some supplies are out of stock locally and need to be sourced from nearby suppliers.]
Z: [That night?]
Zhou Pingchuan only sent three words and a question mark, but strangely, Xia Mian instantly understood what he meant: "[I definitely have to turn off the lights when I sleep at night, it has nothing to do with whether the power is out or not. I'm used to it, there's no way I'm afraid!]"
Actually, Xia Mian didn't sleep much last night. He usually complains about the streetlights being too bright and about the ambient lights in the neighborhood being on all night, but when all the lights go out and he's plunged into absolute darkness, he feels like he's living in an empty city, with no people, no light, only eternal darkness, and the long night in solitude never seems to end.
Only when thousands of lights are lit up can it be called the human world.
...but he would never admit it.
Not only do they deny it, but they also turn around and accuse each other: "Why are you always concerned about whether I'm scared? Is it because you're afraid to sleep when I'm not around?"
Z: [Yeah, I'm scared]
aestivation:"……"
Xia Mian was speechless, choked by his shamelessness.
Besides, what can he do even if he's afraid? Zhou Pingchuan isn't going to fly over here.
Furthermore, even if Zhou Pingchuan wanted to fly over, given Yunshan's current state, the Gulfstream wouldn't be able to find a place to land.
Seeing that Xia Mian kept her head down, Gao Yifeng called out, "Xia, are you sleepy?!"
"...Sorry, Director, my neck was a little sore just now. I'll just lower my head and rest for a bit. I'm not sleepy."
"Your headgear isn't even that heavy. You're so young and you're already complaining of aches and pains all over. Alright, you guys must be tired too. Take a break, have a meal, and then we'll continue."
As he spoke, Gao Yifeng asked his assistant to order food.
Xia Mian had great respect for Gao Yifeng. He was over fifty years old and his health was declining, but when facing his own scenes, he still maintained high enthusiasm and 200% focus.
Looking at myself, my cervical spine is indeed not very comfortable, and I feel groggy all over, which is not the state I should be in to do serious work.
Actually, it's related to the fact that he didn't sleep well last night. He got up early in the morning and finished work late at night, and didn't get much sleep. Even an iron body can't take it.
"This meal is on me!" Xia Mian felt guilty and offered to treat everyone. "The Legend of the Dragon needs to be reshot, which has made the schedule so tight and caused everyone to suffer. It's also my fault. Let me take this opportunity to treat everyone to a meal to make amends."
Everyone present knew that it was Tan Jingcheng's doing, but since it had been brought up, if they disagreed, he would easily harbor resentment.
“Then I won’t be polite,” Jiang Chun said generously. “I want to eat Japanese food.”
Xia Mian asked for other people's opinions, and everyone agreed. Xia Mian opened the food delivery app, found the most expensive restaurant, and handed it to Jiang Chun: "Order whatever you want, don't be shy."
I'll eat you out of house and home tonight!
Not only Gao Yifeng and the other main cast members, Xia Mian ordered dinner for everyone on the set. After placing the order, her phone screen flashed, the battery died, and it shut down automatically.
The power bank that Chestnut gave me had a low capacity, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to take it on the plane. When I gave it to him, it only had half a charge left. I charged it once during the day, and it was completely drained.
Fortunately, she had already paid, so the merchant wouldn't be chasing her for money. Xia Mian tossed her phone aside, inexplicably feeling that this might be a sign from heaven.
Last night, after drinking, when he was not thinking clearly, he thought about pushing down that wall. Today, he was sober and rational, and he silently withdrew his outstretched hand.
Turning off the phone might be a way of cutting off conversation and preventing them from contacting each other too much.
With this in mind, Xia Mian, a heavy phone addict, felt that it was quite nice not to have her phone to play with. She ate and chatted with everyone, learning a lot about acting skills, which would benefit her for life.
After dinner, Gao Yifeng kept them talking for a long time before it ended. Xia Mian glanced at her watch; the hour hand was already pointing to 11 PM.
The power was still out, and as he hesitated about whether to take a cold shower, he picked up the remaining Japanese food, swiped his swipe to open his room door, and suddenly realized that something was not quite right.
—In addition to his own pair of Jordan-signed sneakers, there was a pair of men's leather shoes neatly arranged in the entryway. They were black Oxford shoes with black stitching. Despite the heavy snow, the uppers and edges of the shoes were spotless. They were the kind of shoes that would only be seen on luxury cars and carpeted floors.
Now, it sat alongside her own two badly kicked sneakers, one on each side, creating a bizarre yet strangely harmonious scene. A wave of indescribable emotion washed over Xia Mian, and she looked up, hoping to use the moonlight to find the other shoe.
Suddenly, a pair of long arms reached out from the side, wrapped around his waist, and then gently pulled him.
He was easily pulled into someone's arms.
“…Third Master,” Xia Mian said, her lips pressed tightly together, “when did you arrive?”
"I've been waiting for almost two hours. Your phone is off, and you haven't come back to your room."
“I was listening to the lecture in Professor Gao’s room when my phone ran out of battery and turned off automatically,” Xia Mian pouted. “Besides, why are you blaming me? It’s not like I asked you to come.”
Although he said that, his tone rose several degrees.
Hearing the boy's cheerful voice, Zhou Pingchuan's lips curled up slightly, his breath hot as it landed on Xia Mian's head: "Yeah, you didn't let me, I came on my own."
"I'm scared, I don't dare to sleep alone."
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