In the evening, the crew held a wrap-up party for Yang Bin.
The banquet hall on the top floor of the building has a tall dome, glass skylights revealing starlight, a bar-style layout, dim lights, and dozens of slender chasing lights sweeping in circles.
There is a dance floor, a stage, full of soothing jazz music, and a cold food area next to it. A round of top-quality oysters has just been served, and the champagne tower is eight stories high.
People came together, but it was not as flamboyant as the opening banquet, and the skirts of the actresses were not even as gorgeous as the carpet under their feet. But the win is that the atmosphere is relaxed and everyone is in a good mood.
Lu Wen held a glass of red wine, licked his thin lips to moisten the tip of his tongue, and tasted that the quality was average, then he pinched it in his hand to pretend that he didn't touch it for half a mouthful.
He wandered around, past the long dessert table, and met Xian Qi, who was holding an empty plate in one hand and a small bag in the other. He stopped, and the gentleman said happily again: "I'll help you pick it up, which one will you eat?"
Xian Qi replied: "I won't eat any of them."
Lu Wen lost his demeanor in an instant: "Then you look at it for a long time, how about the scenery?"
Xian Qi said: "What do you know, you will become fat after one bite, but I am an innocent female star." After getting along for a while, they got to know each other a lot, "If you want to eat, I will help you pinch it."
"Aren't I afraid of getting fat?" Lu Wen's idol burden is as good as anyone, "I'm a handsome male star."
Xian Qi let out a "tss", flicked the bag, and Bel danced mercilessly.
Lu Wen's interest faded, the pleasing meals didn't arouse his appetite, and he didn't have the desire/desire to sit down and talk. He wandered around, and finally stopped by the wall to admire the gorgeous oil paintings.
On one side is a tall hall door, two doors facing each other, and the doorknob carved with a brass animal head was pulled open by two waiters at the same time.
It doesn't matter whether it's the actors in front of the stage or the team behind the scenes, almost everyone is here, but it's late to arrive at this time, which attracts the necks of the surrounding people, eager to see which big name it is.
Lu Wen was no exception, he tilted his head and cast a look.
In the middle of the door, Qu Yanting stepped in gracefully, her hair brushed slightly, revealing a smooth forehead, and she paused at the side as soon as she entered the door, taking off her long coat and handing it to the waiter for safekeeping.
Underneath was a pearl-coloured light linen blouse, evening gown, soft and loose. The wide open lapels favored by European-style romantic poets only cover half of the collarbone, and two thin straps around the neck instead of bow ties. There is no tie flower, and it hangs lightly on the chest. Panasonic wore a pair of slim-fit trousers, pure black, with a pair of black velvet smoking shoes.
Except for the silver engraved watch, Qu Yanting didn't wear any jewelry. He was clean and suave, and when he walked, his shirt fluttered back lightly, vaguely outlining his waist.
Many men and women present stared blankly, and consciously moved out of the way, showing their faces and saying "Qubian" in greeting.
Qu Yanting nodded and walked all the way, the corners of his mouth twitched, showing his usual reservedness, Ren Shu called him in front, he walked over, and stepped into the ring booth directly in front of the dance floor.
The band changed a tune, which was melodious and melodious. Lu Wen stepped on the beat one after another. He walked to a corner of the dance floor, where the lights could not be swept away, and he felt the pleasure of spying on the audience.
"Yanting, you're late." Ren Shu said, "I thought you weren't coming."
Yang Bin is an award-winning and well-reputed veteran actor. He insisted on filming even though he was ill. He personally called to invite him to the finale banquet. It was too naive not to show up. Qu Yanting carried a small bag and handed it over: "I'm late shopping, don't mind Teacher Yang."
"For me?" Yang Bin caught it, "Bian Qu is too polite."
Qu Yanting dawdled in every possible way before going to the banquet. He was late. Since he was late, it was not so unreasonable to buy a gift on the way. He smiled shyly: "Congratulations on your completion, you have worked hard."
Ren Shu took a glass of wine from the tray to Qu Yanting and toasted Yang Bin together. Qu Yanting took a sip and asked with concern: "What is Teacher Yang's next plan?"
Yang Bin said freely: "I took winter vacation for myself. When it's cold, my respiratory tract can't stand it, and my legs hurt."
Ren Shudao: "Then take a good rest and take care of yourself."
"Hey, I'm going to Hainan to stay for a few months." Yang Bin patted the back of Ren Shu's hand, showing kindness, "In order for me to leave the group earlier, I know you took the trouble, thank you."
Ren Shu didn't dare to take the credit: "I don't have the right to make the decision this time. I asked Yan Ting if it was okay, and he agreed without hesitation. The filming can only be done in advance if the tricks are corrected overnight."
Yang Bin raised his glass immediately: "Qubian, thank you very much, I respect you for this glass."
"You are too far-fetched." Qu Yanting drank this time, and lightly wiped off the wine stained on his lips.
Entering the arena, exchanging greetings, and going back and forth to exchange cups, Qu Yanting actually felt like sitting on pins and needles. He specifically asked about the venue, and learned that in the banquet hall that accommodated everyone, he couldn't count how many times he took deep breaths along the way.
He had dressed, hoping that the finery would mask his nervousness.
After drinking a glass of wine and greeting him, Qu Yanting fell into silence, Ren Shu and Yang Bin were afraid of neglecting him, so they threw a sentence from time to time. The only consolation was the dim lighting, which obscured his reluctance to speak.
In the shadows, a person walked by the dance floor.
Lu Wen looked leisurely, holding a glass of wine to congratulate: "Mr. Yang, happy ending."
Yang Bin replied: "Xiao Lu, I want you to start work early in the morning, it's hard work."
Lu Wenjing did not leave at all, took out his mobile phone and asked, "Mr. Yang, can we take a group photo as a souvenir?"
"Come on," Yang Bin readily agreed, "Let's take a few more photos."
Lu Wen walked around the brass coffee table, passed by Qu Yanting's lap, and sat next to Yang Bin to take a few photos. He didn't leave after filming, and when Yang Bin and Ren Shu continued to chat and laugh, he moved to Qu Yanting's side.
Lu Wen saw from a distance that Qu Yanting was sitting on a semi-circular golden velvet sofa with the back higher than his head, a little far away from other people, lonely and restless, as if he was on a desolate island of quicksand.
So he came over with a stern face, the light was so bad, the group photo was just a cover, just to make a human wall that was unmoved by the wind and rain.
With the tall body blocking it, Qu Yanting gradually relaxed.
The past two days have been too entangled. At this moment, accompanied by music and drinks, Lu Wen wanted to escape for a while without thinking about anything. Silence seemed out of place, he turned his head and coughed at Qu Yanting.
The empty wine glass swirled in the palm of his hand, and Qu Yanting remained silent.
Lu Wen glanced at the cup, and there was a faint trace on the glass, which was Qu Yanting's wet and sweaty hands. He asked, "Teacher Qu, are you feeling unwell?"
Qu Yanting shook her head: "No."
Wearing a suit, Lu Wen pulled out the pocket square on his chest, stuffed it into Qu Yanting's tiger's mouth, and at the same time pulled out his wine glass, saying, "Wipe it."
"Thank you." Qu Yanting was embarrassed to be seen through.
Lu Wen put down his wine glass, instead of taking a new one from the tray, grabbed a handful of buttered popcorn from the snack plate, held it in front of Qu Yanting with one hand: "Eat something sweet."
A dance music played, elegant and old-fashioned, the young people of the crew quit the dance floor one after another, Tao Meifan appeared with skirts on her shoulders, beckoning to the booth for a dance partner.
Lu Wen made a gesture and stood up: "Go dance with my mother."
"Don't go." Qu Yanting grabbed Lu Wen's wrist. He was afraid of losing ground, so he was restrained and eager, "Just stay here...don't go anywhere."
Lu Wen didn't want to move at all: "Oh."
Qu Yanting realized that he had been cheated by two hundred and five, and squeezed hard, Lu Wen gritted his teeth in pain, and threw the popcorn to pieces.
At this time, Ren Shu walked into the dance floor, took Tao Meifan's hand and performed a dance.
The atmosphere gradually heated up, the stage was lit up, and many people rushed to sing, which tended to turn into karaoke. Lu Wen also wanted to go up and sing, but for Qu Yanting's sake, he had no choice but to be an honest listener.
Everyone had fun, Tao Meifan waited for some actors to come over, and toasted Yang Bin. Qu Yanting moved to the side, straightened his back, and looked decent in front of everyone.
Someone booed: "Teacher Yang sings a song! Teacher Yang sings a song!"
Yang Bin boldly took the stage, sang a popular song and rap in a stylish way, which shocked everyone. The atmosphere was just right, he pointed to the audience: "The director will come up with a song, isn't it too much?"
Ren Shu complained: "I just finished dancing! I can't even catch my breath!"
"Then order one!" Yang Bin waved his hand, "One wrist is enough! Let him sing for you!"
There were dense crowds around the booth, Ren Shu drank a glass of wine, slightly tipsy, excited, raised his head and shouted at Qu Yanting: "Are Qu Bian's wrists enough?"
Qu Yanting's eyelids twitched, "I can't, I can't sing."
"Stop coming!" Ren Shu said loudly, "Qubian, come here!"
The palms of Qu Yanting's dry hands were instantly wet and slippery. He was overwhelmed by the excited voices around him. The smile on the corner of his mouth was so thin, shaking his head seemed to be a refusal.
Tao Meifan personally invited him: "Qubian, let's do a song!"
Yang Bin handed out the microphone on the stage: "Bian Qu, just see me off!"
Lu Wen was the closest, and felt that Qu Yanting's expression was subtle, not embarrassment, but a state of timidity and discomfort.
Could it be that Qu Yanting is tone deaf and afraid of making a fool of himself? He is willing to be a knight, but he is not qualified.
Qu Yanting stood up in anticipation. On such a happy occasion, the old man personally invited him. Why bother to disappoint him
Qu Yanting boarded the one-foot-high marble platform, took the microphone, and said beautiful words that fit his status: "Then I will show my shame, and celebrate Teacher Yang's completion. I hope to cooperate again in the future."
The light was dim, and small beams of light swept slowly.
A patter of rain sounded, and the prelude flowed out.
Qu Yanting lowered her eyes, and sang softly and slowly: "I still remember the number of the hotel that day, and I still have the expression of leaving with a smile..."
The whole city was so brisk that day
Walk half a mile along the street together
I still remember the street lamps shining yellow on my face
And light up that lukewarm bento
Your silhouette is so beautiful
Only when you hold back your tears do you dare to look carefully
"Promise" in Cantonese, sung by Qu Yanting's clear and cold voice, is like a cloud line pulled in the blue sky, lingering, clean, and never fades for a long time.
Lu Wen was fascinated by listening, ignoring the surrounding scene, could not smell the smell of red wine, and the glass in his hand became very light.
Numerous images flashed back in his mind, the door of room 6206, the dark alley, the dim light under the fifth tree, the hot porridge, the side face reflected in the taxi window... Qu Yanting's reddish eye sockets under the grape vines.
He forgot everything.
At the end of the song, there was a lot of applause, and Qu Yanting walked off the stage calmly, and behind him, the shirt was coolly pasted on his back, and no one knew his embarrassment.
Ren Shu recovered his breath, took over the baton and sang the next song, and there was another wave of applause.
Qu Yanting didn't return to the booth, and walked out avoiding the crowd, like a lone wild goose, he kept grabbing the pocket handkerchief that Lu Wen gave him, and stroked his forehead to wipe away a row of cold sweat.
He left the banquet hall in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to get his coat back, just wanting to hide and be alone for a while.
Qu Yanting turned into the bathroom, entered the innermost compartment, locked the door, and sat down on the toilet seat. He bent over, put his elbows on his thighs, and covered his eyes with his hands.
He was depressed, and inserted his fingertips into his hair, messing up the hairstyle he had grasped.
The sound of leather heels was loud, someone came in, stopped in the dressing room outside, and went out again soon. The bathroom was quiet and deserted, and no one came in or out.
A full forty minutes passed, and Qu Yanting hid in the cubicle. His sweaty body was a little cold, but he relaxed inch by inch, and his spirit was not so tense.
Taking a deep breath, Qu Yanting opened the door, washed his hands, and dried them. When he walked to the bathroom door, he heard voices outside.
"Sorry, I can't go in."
"Not maintenance, but really can't go in..."
"Go to the bathroom over there, sorry for the inconvenience."
"I'm really sorry, please go over there..."
It was Lu Wen's voice.
So it's not luck that no one came in... Qu Yanting opened the door and saw Lu Wen's broad back blocking the door. His chest suddenly swelled, and the taste was unbearable.
"Lu Wen." He called him.
Lu Wen turned around, he didn't understand a lot, but he didn't ask anything, avoiding any topics that would make Qu Yanting uncomfortable. "Teacher Qu," he said directly, "Do you want to go back to the party, or go first?"
Qu Yanting said, "I want to go first."
"Okay." Lu Wen didn't ask for advice. Since he chased him out, he said he was worried, "I'll be with you."
Lu Wen didn't give Qu Yanting a chance to refute, and pointed casually: "I'll go get the coat and wait for me at the sculpture."
Qu Yanting said: "Okay."
Seemingly afraid that people would sneak away, Lu Wen saw Qu Yanting holding his pocket square and patted his chest: "I'll put it in my pocket later, before I come back, help me fold it into a polygon."
The top floor of the building is minimalist and slightly empty. Qu Yanting stands under the sculpture, carefully folding the cloth in his hand.
After a short wait, Lu Wen came back holding his coat.
The distance between the two was more than ten meters, and Lu Wen walked forward, unable to judge whether every step close to Qu Yanting was right or wrong.
He obviously should hide, but chose to chase. He should ignore it, but his heart was shaken one after another.
Lu Wen couldn't control it, Qu Yanting was sitting alone on the sofa, standing on the dimly lit stage, falling into the bustling crowd, waiting under that cold sculpture at this moment... It reminded him of the surging dark blue pool water.
Qu Yanting sank to the bottom of the pool, like a handful of melted snow submerged in water, making people want to pick it up, but afraid that they will not be able to grasp it.
Lu Wen quickened his pace.
At the last half a meter away, Qu Yanting folded up and took a step forward as if to greet her.
Before he could hand over the things, Lu Wen rushed to him, raised his arms and shook off his coat, wrapping him tightly.