In the following days, Xie Ning found that his relationship with Zhuang Yan seemed to be well known not only by everyone in the art group.
In the eyes of other crew members on the set, it has also become a well-known thing.
The reason lies in Zhuang Yan's undisguised attitude.
Xie Ning sometimes thinks that a person like Zhuang Yan should come from a very superior family. Only an excellent family background and strong personal ability can cultivate this kind of self-respecting personality and don't care about the opinions of others.
Xie Ning didn't have much contact with Zhuang Yan's father, but she met Ms. Qiao several times. She was also a strong and confident woman, and it was not surprising that Zhuang Yan could be cultivated.
And under this kind of pride, they do not easily despise others, and when they get along with recognized people, they always give them enough respect.
This made Shainin even more precious.
His recent trips to the set have also increased dramatically, sometimes for business, and sometimes just to pass the time while being bored.
Xie Ning didn't want to interfere with Zhuang Yan's work. Most of the time, as he is now, he finds a quiet corner to watch from afar.
He brought paper and pen with him, and drew a few random strokes when he caught inspiration.
When I went back in the evening to sort out, I found that he didn't specifically want to draw Zhuang Yan, but most of what was painted on the paper was his appearance.
Sheng Shisong commented: "This is probably the power of love. No matter how ordinary his actions are, they have different meanings in your eyes."
Among the actors, Sheng Shisong was the one Xie Ning knew best. At this moment, he touched Xie Ning's side to watch him draw before filming of his own scene started.
Xie Ning smiled at him a little embarrassedly.
Sheng Shisong glanced sideways at the painting in his hand, and clicked his tongue, "I'm painting Director Zhuang again."
Xie Ning said: "Smear two strokes."
His painting skills are profound, even if he just doodles casually, he looks quite decent.
Sheng Shisong said enviously: "Sometimes someone can paint me at will."
Xie Ning was stunned for a moment: "Then I take time to paint a picture for you?"
Sheng Shisong glanced at him: "Forget it, I'm afraid Director Zhuang will tear me apart."
Xie Ning laughed: "How can it be so exaggerated."
"It's not an exaggeration." Sheng Shisong said, "every time I appear around you, Director Zhuang looks at me as if he was going to devour me alive, so jealous."
At the end, he also smiled.
Xie Ning's gaze involuntarily moved towards Zhuang Yan, who was looking at the camera intently with his brows furrowed.
- Frowning seems to be his special expression when filming.
But soon his expression calmed down, and he didn't know when he discovered Xie Ning. He turned his head and whispered a few words to the people next to him. After a while, a staff member turned to Xie Ning. He came and handed him a bottle of water.
Xie Ning blinked: "Thank you."
The staff should have other things to do, so they left in a hurry after handing over the water. Xie Ning is not very used to this kind of special care.
"I'm coming to the set, will it bother you too much?" he asked Sheng Shisong.
Sheng Shisong: "No."
Shainin is not very convinced: "Really?"
Sheng Shisong smiled: "Don't you know, in fact, everyone hopes that you can come to the set more often."
Xie Ning shook his head: "I don't know."
Sheng Shisong: "Don't you find that the staff are very warm to you?"
Xie Ning: "I thought it was because of Zhuang Yan."
Sheng Shisong laughed out loud: "You are mistaken, no matter which crew you are in, the director has always been the public enemy of the whole people."
Xie Ning wondered: "Why?"
"Because it's difficult." Sheng Shisong said, "If the director is dissatisfied with something, other people will spend their energy to change it until he is satisfied. So whether it's a staff member or an actor, complaining about the director is the most secret of them. love to do."
Xie Ning thought about it for a while and found that it made sense.
Sheng Shisong added: "Especially your family, the level of difficulty is doubled. I have been in a lot of crews. Director Zhuang is the most picky kind, and he can't fool him at all."
Xie Ning's face turned slightly red when he heard "this one from your family", and finally he couldn't help defending him: "He is... picky and perfectionist."
"So it hurts us." Sheng Shisong complained, "Do you know how Luo Zixin described him in private?"
Xie Ning asked with great interest, "How do you describe it?"
"NG madman." Sheng Shisong said, "Every time he shoots a scene, he must open his mouth to be NG. Only when you are filmed to the point of a nervous breakdown, can you hear a 'pass, next' from his mouth."
Shane couldn't help laughing.
"So everyone especially hopes that you can come to the set more often."
Xie Ning was inexplicable: "What does this have to do with me? Could it be that he is not NG when I am present?"
"No." Sheng Shisong said in a low voice, "As long as you are present, he will not call the actor a dead wood after NG, and he will rarely speak to you in a pleasant tone."
For the first time, Luo Zixin was frightened by Zhuang Yan's gentle tone. After filming, he stroked his chest and asked Sheng Shisong, Director Zhuang, which tendon was wrong.
Xie Ning choked on a sip of water and said, "Is there... is it so exaggerated?"
Sheng Shisong smiled but said nothing.
Xie Ning had nothing to do today, so he simply waited until Zhuang Yan finished work and planned to go back to the hotel with him.
When the last scene was filmed, Xie Ning put away the pen and paper in his hand, and just after finishing, Zhuang Yan walked up to him.
There was a shadow around him, Xie Ning looked up at him and asked, "Finished?"
"Yeah." Zhuang Yan said, "Today's show is quite dense, so I didn't have time to find you."
Xie Ning responded: "I'll just watch it here."
Zhuang Yan didn't speak, paused, and asked depressedly, "I'll send you a text message and ask you to come to me directly, didn't you see?"
Xie Ning was stunned for a moment: "Is there?"
He subconsciously touched his pocket and found that it was empty.
He remembered that he took his cell phone with him when he went out in the morning, recalled it, and said, "Maybe he left his cell phone in the office when he came out."
Zhuang Yan nodded and accepted the explanation.
When returning to the hotel, Xie Ning first went to the conference room on the third floor to find his mobile phone.
At this time, all the people in the art group were gone. Fortunately, Xie Ning had the key and could open the door by himself.
It was not too late, he simply did not turn on the lights, walked to his seat, and saw that the phone had fallen on the table.
When he picked up the phone, he reached out and pressed it, and found that the screen was still black, probably out of power.
Isn't the power of the Apple phone so disabled
He wondered for a few seconds, but didn't think much of it.
After delaying for a while, when I went upstairs, I happened to meet Sheng Shisong again.
Seeing him, Zhuang Yan put his hand on Xie Ning's waist with a bit of possessiveness, and hugged him into his arms.
Sheng Shisong shrugged helplessly, and looked at Xie Ning again, as if to say, "I'm right, I'm so jealous."
Xie Ning held back for a while, but did not hold back, and quietly reddened the tips of his ears.
The elevator stopped on the top floor. After saying goodbye to Sheng Shisong, the two walked to the door. Seeing that Zhuang Yan didn't understand, Xie Ning went to find his room card.
As soon as he lowered his head, Zhuang Yan pushed his body to the wall next to him, covering his entire body.
Xie Ning blinked, and before he could speak, Zhuang Yan lowered his head and covered his earlobe.
"Still outside..." Xie Ning subconsciously wanted to push him away.
Zhuang Yan touched his forehead, the tip of his nose almost touched, and the sound of their breathing slowly intertwined.
"But I can't wait." Zhuang Yan whispered, "You didn't come to me all afternoon."
"I didn't see the text message," Shainin said.
Zhuang Yan snorted again: "And you have been chatting with Sheng Shisong for so long."
Xie Ning: "It won't be long."
Zhuang Yan said, "We chatted for over an hour and fifteen minutes, isn't it long?"
Xie Ning was dumbfounded for a moment, and had nothing to say, before saying after a while: "You count this?"
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Of course."
Xie Ning couldn't, raised his head and kissed Zhuang Yan's lips compensatory.
"Then I bribed you, can you let me in?"
Zhuang Yan licked his lips, and let him go.
After entering the house, Xie Ning hung his coat on the hanger. After a while, he remembered the dead mobile phone in his pocket and took it back to the bedroom to charge it.
After charging for about ten minutes, Xie Ning pressed the power button for a long time, intending to see what message Zhuang Yan sent him.
It didn't take long for the phone screen to light up, and several missed calls popped up first.
Xie Ning looked at the notification that filled the screen, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.
He made up his mind and first called the person who called the most - Uncle Zhong.
Uncle Zhong picked it up almost as soon as the bell rang.
His voice was a little distorted on the phone, with a hint of panic, but his words were still clear.
"Little master, Mr. Xie fell down the stairs today and was sent to the hospital, but he hasn't woken up yet..."
Xie Ning's head hummed, and he couldn't remember anything in an instant.
Uncle Zhong's ethereal voice sounded in his ear: "...can you come back as soon as possible?"
Xie Ning seemed to understand what he meant for a long time, opened his mouth, but was speechless.
Uncle Zhong didn't hear a response, and said anxiously, "Little Master?"
Xie Ning felt that his body didn't look like his own anymore. He propped himself on the edge of the bed and reluctantly retrieved his voice: "Grandpa, he... Are you all right?"
Uncle Zhong paused: "After all, the old man is old, and his health has never been good... The doctor said that the situation is not very optimistic, maybe he won't wake up, or maybe... "
Xie Ning dazedly clenched the phone, only to feel dizzy for a while.
When his consciousness returned again, he found himself sitting on the ground, but he could not feel any pain.
All consciousness seemed to be stripped from him.
Zhuang Yan was not very relieved when he heard the movement of the master bedroom, and was startled by his embarrassed appearance after entering the door.
"What's wrong?" He crouched down, trying to pull Xie Ning up.
Xie Ning's hand grabbed his arm, but when he stood up, his whole body was too soft and he fell directly into Zhuang Yan's arms.
Smelling the familiar breath on Zhuang Yan's body, he slowly absorbed the power of peace of mind.
He pressed against Zhuang Yan's chest, speaking incoherently: "I... I want to go back."