Qu Yanting was like a piece of fragile glass, and the four characters fell down like raindrops. He woke up like a dream, let go of his hand, and pushed Lu Wen away.
The palm lost the warmth of his cheek, Lu Wen staggered half a step, and also escaped from the role as if awakened from a dream.
Qu Yanting's expression was hidden in the shadows, and he couldn't see clearly, and his voice seemed erratic, rustling: "I don't need it."
It was difficult for Lu Wen to speak for a while, but Qu Yanting deprived him of the opportunity to speak in an instant, and his voice became clear and indifferent: "Shoot if you can. If you can't, I will delete the whole paragraph."
Qu Yanting didn't pause after finishing speaking, and strode away, and his figure quickly disappeared.
The set fell into a dead silence. The staff, who were unaware of the situation, all looked under the shade of the tree. Lu Wen was dumbfounded. Behind him, Ren Shu was also a little confused.
A few minutes later, the director's assistant came to inform that Qu Yanting had left in a Porsche.
Lu Wen intuitively felt that the problem this time was very serious. He had contradicted him before, yelled loudly, and even blew his beard and stared at him, but Qu Yanting was always calm, and it was the first time he turned his face and left.
He looked back at Ren Shu and called out "Director".
"What did you call me for?" Ren Shu asked, "You think of me now?"
Prepared to be scolded, Lu Wen walked up to Ren Shu. Suddenly, as soon as Ren Shu raised his hand, he subconsciously hid back, thinking that Ren Shu was going to beat him. Can't it? Even if you want to smoke, you should smoke it yourself, right
Ren Shu took out the cigarette case and lighter, and lit one in his mouth: "What are you doing? You weren't very domineering just now. You took a step, squeezed your face, and murmured in your ears. I think you're going to hit me next time." son."
Lu Wen argued: "Don't dare, I will borrow a seat."
Ren Shu was so angry: "What did you eat to grow up, why are you so tiger?"
Lu Wen said, "Didn't you let me go through the play?"
"I didn't ask you to make up with Qu." Ren Shu panicked, "The heroine is not here, I waved to you and motioned for you to come with me, what kind of play are you playing with Teacher Qu?"
Lu Wen asked, "Did you wave?"
"Nonsense, I'm so close to saying hi." Ren Shu said, "You didn't look at me at all, you look at whoever looks good, right?"
Lu Wen wiped his face, rubbed his sweaty palm over the tip of his nose, and slid down to support his cheek. The image of him holding Qu Yanting's profile surfaced. At that time, he didn't dare to move his fingers, for fear that if he moved, his fingertips would touch Qu Yanting's ear bones.
Holding yourself up at this time is more like having your wisdom teeth pulled.
Ren Shu smoked silently. Although he had scolded Lu Wenyi, he was actually quite surprised by Qu Yanting's reaction.
They have a background in directing and work in this line of work. It is common for them to perform in person when teaching plays, and they understand it when they are studying. Because of this, Lu Wen foolishly gestured to Qu Yanting, but he didn't stop him immediately.
It stands to reason that Qu Yanting did not push Lu Wen away immediately, but accepted the cooperation. He didn't understand why he was suddenly unhappy again.
Lu Wen didn't understand either, and asked, "Director, what's going on?"
Ren Shu's analysis: "It is estimated that this scene is too ambiguous. I can still persist in the front. The next step is to kiss. Which straight man can bear it."
Lu Wenxin said, okay, it's useless to ask you.
After an episode, all the personnel took their positions and continued shooting, as if nothing had happened on the set. But gossip is the fastest in this industry, and the news of Qu Yanting turning his face and leaving will spread to the whole group tomorrow.
It was already late at night after the filming, and on the way back to the hotel, Lu Wenwo was in the last row of the carriage, halfway out with his head tilted, really feeling a bit paralyzed.
"When you are determined, you can't help complaining, and when you are down, you can't help being timid..." He will sing when he is upset, "That way, I lose hope, and I am drunk every day..."
Sun Xiaojian rarely intervened. After so much experience, he has realized that everything is not his manager's fault. He saw it through, even the company's gold broker, general manager, and even the boss couldn't handle Lu Wen, a complete bastard.
He was curious: "It's hard for others to see Qu Bian. You not only play with him, but also hold his face. Let me do an interview, how does it feel to hold Qu Yanting's face?"
Lu Wen was immersed in the play at the time and didn't care about anything else. If he had to talk about the feeling, he curled up his palms and recalled the touch of Qu Yanting's skin, which was smooth, delicate, and clean, more so than the makeup of an actor...
He stopped his thoughts just in time, too upset to answer.
In the early morning, only one floor lamp was lit in the living room of Suite 6206. After taking a shower, Qu Yanting sat on the sofa under a blanket to answer emails.
Less than two minutes after sending, Qiao Bian from the studio sent a message, asking if it was convenient to talk. Because Qu Yanting wanted to watch the night show, he originally planned to contact him tomorrow morning, but since he came back, he simply dialed it directly.
Next week, the Vision Association will hold a seminar, and the works discussed will be produced by Qu Yanting's studio. He sent editor Qiao to attend and discuss related matters in advance.
One of the participants was Professor Wu. Qu Yanting instructed that Professor Wu be invited to sit down at the end of the meeting.
Qiao Bian is a straightforward woman with a delicate mind. During the conversation, she interjected: "Qu Bian, are you feeling unwell? Your voice is deep."
Qu Yanting used "sleepy" to perfunctory, and finally said: "If Professor Wu agrees, please notify me as soon as possible."
Qiao Bian said, "Okay, don't just answer the phone."
"Don't make fun of me." Qu Yanting said, but he didn't have much confidence in this regard, "Or just make two more calls."
After hanging up the line, Qu Yanting turned the phone screen upside down on the sofa and closed the computer, only the yellow light of the floor lamp remained around the sofa. When people are in the dark, their sense of hearing becomes extremely sensitive.
A sound of footsteps came from the corridor, which couldn't be suppressed even by the thick carpet, indicating that the walkers walked with heavy and slow steps. The waiter has strict requirements and no such noise is allowed.
The sound of footsteps went from far to near, gradually approaching the door, and then stopped outside the door. It was not difficult to guess which two hundred and five had just got off work.
Qu Yanting showed his emotions on the set, which was no different from a gaffe, and he didn't want to talk to the person who made him gaffe for the time being. Reaching out his hand, he turned off the floor lamp.
The cat's eyes were completely dark, and Lu Wen's hand that rang the bell stopped in mid-air.
He stared at the nameplate of 6206 tangled, is Qu Yanting going to rest? Or do you notice him outside the door and use this way to avoid him
After struggling for a long time, Lu Wen felt that he was so stupid, no matter which one it was, there was no need to ring the bell. He lowered his hand, but did not turn back to 6207, and continued to stare at the nameplate of 6206, as if he wanted to see through something.
Under the shadow of the tree, only he heard what Qu Yanting said first—I don't need it.
I protect you. I do not need.
Lu Wen pestered for a long time, never knocked on the door, and never made a sound, carrying a mess of hemp that he couldn't comb, and stood outside Qu Yanting's door without knowing what it was.
On the second day, Lu Wentian started work before dawn, putting on makeup, performing scenes, filming, and doing everything step by step. Everything on the set was as usual, but in fact, even the eldest sister who delivered the lunch had heard that he ran away the chief screenwriter in anger last night.
After work was over in the evening, Lu Wen went to the dressing room on the second floor to change clothes. After passing 101, he paused, the door was locked, and Qu Yanting did not come to the set all day.
Still angry
Don't want to see him
Lu Wen had a knot in his heart, packed up and left the set, the closer he was to the hotel on the road, the more complicated the knot in his heart was, big, hard, and outrageous.
Back at the hotel, Lu Wen stopped outside the door of 6206 again. He didn't want to worry about whether Qu Yanting would like to see him, and he didn't think about what to say. Seeing the light in the cat's eyes, he directly pressed the doorbell.
Qu Yanting stayed in the study, when the doorbell rang, he typed a wrong word on the keyboard. He didn't order room service, didn't order dinner, so he went on working and ignored it.
Just like that, the doorbell rang more than a dozen times in a row, as if it had malfunctioned.
When his train of thought was completely interrupted, Qu Yanting leaned back against the back of the chair and rubbed between his brows irritably. With this stupid way of ringing the bell, he probably knew who the person was outside the door.
After another five or six rings, the doorbell finally stopped.
Just as Qu Yanting breathed a sigh of relief, there was a more solemn knock on the door. He was half unbearable, half helpless, got up and went out, walking lightly towards the porch.
Just as he was holding the doorknob, the knocking stopped abruptly.
Qu Yanting glanced through the cat's eyes and saw Lu Wen with his head down, kneading his red knuckles. Since my hands are red and painful, I guess I will go back to my room honestly.
He let go of the doorknob, stepped back and turned, preparing to return to the study.
Just as Qu Yanting took two steps, there was a slight rubbing sound coming from behind him, right by the door, he stopped and turned back, looking for the source of the sound in doubt, then his eyes widened.
Under the crack of the door, a piece of paper was slowly pushed in.
Qu Yanting walked over and squatted behind the door to pick it up. It was an ordinary lined paper with fringe torn from a notebook on the edge, and four large characters were written on the paper—I am Lu Wen.
His first reaction was that his studies were not very good, but his handwriting was not bad.
At this time, a second piece of paper came in, which read: I'm sorry last night.
A third followed: I didn't mean to offend you.
The handwriting on the fourth one is a little lighter, and it is a question: Are you okay
Qu Yanting stacked the four pieces of paper one by one, and unconsciously stared at the crack of the door. After a while, no more paper came in. He stood up gently and looked out from the peephole, there was no one at the door.
gone
But he didn't hear 6207's door knock.
After staying in the room for a day and a night, Qu Yanting finally opened the door.
At his door, Lu Wen was squatting on one knee, holding a backpack, a pen and paper, and was writing hard on his lap. Startled when the door opened, he raised his head and looked at him stupidly.
Qu Yanting lowered his eyes to look at the fifth note in Lu Wen's hand.
Lu Wen stood up, it was fine across the door, it was a bit embarrassing to face each other, especially when Qu Yanting was still holding the four pieces of paper. He crumpled the fifth sheet, wrapped it in the palm of his hand, and hid it in his pocket.
"Take it out." Qu Yanting said.
Lu Wen hesitated: "This one is meaningless..."
Qu Yanting said again, "Let me see."
Lu Wenwen was at a loss, so he had to take it out and hand over the whole ball. Qu Yanting caught it, and unfolded the crumpled paper bit by bit, distinguishing the characters with fainter traces on the paper.
Sure enough, it didn't make any sense, it said: Fuck, the pen is out of water.
Qu Yanting was speechless, but the door was already opened, and they were already standing facing each other, although one inside and one outside seemed to be separated by the Chu River and the Han border.
After a long while, he said, "Aren't you naive, do you think you're making a TV series?"
With a bag hanging around Lu Wen's neck, his legs were numb from squatting, and one foot was sticking out at an angle, making him look stupid. He sniffed, confused and confused, and replied: "I just want to calm you down."