Traffic jam.
Jiahe stared at the time on her phone with a tight chest, her heart beating faster and faster. The launch conference has already started, but she is still stuck on the road, and the end point is still far away, who made it Valentine's Day today? Couples are sitting in the taxis in Shanghai. It took her an hour to get a taxi, plus the traffic jam, I am afraid that when she arrives at the scene, there are only employees left.
The driver seemed to sense the aura emanating from Jiahe, and kept smiling and comforting that he would be there soon.
"Don't be afraid, men should wait, especially today."
Jiahe looked out the window sadly: "If only I could wait." There has never been a screenwriter at the press conference, and she is not an actor and director? Who is waiting for her
"You've brought your luggage, he won't wait?"
Jiahe saw the driver's bright eyes through the rearview mirror. He wanted to explain, but he was really in no mood to speak. As soon as the press conference was over, she went to Hengdian with the group. Of course, she would bring a suitcase, but a woman dragged her suitcase to the Hilton Hotel on Valentine's Day, and it was an idea to change a hundred people...
Red light turns green light, green light turns red light, all of them are changed for the air to see, no car can move.
In this way, when the car climbed to the hotel, it was close to six o'clock.
Jiahe dragged his suitcase and walked downstairs to the hotel. He watched a handful of young girls in the cold wind, all of them waiting for their idols. When he was about to see him, he was actually embarrassed, and he didn't calm down until he saw the scrutiny of the hotel doorman.
In the past two years, the screenwriter has done nothing in vain. She has always pretended to be calm, but her disguise was completely broken.
"I said, you can really stretch." As soon as the elevator door opened, Qiao Qiao almost slammed her phone on it, "It's only halfway through before you come." the venue.
Wall-high background panels, dozens of rows of seats, and a room with Chinese lamps.
At this time, it has entered the individual interview stage, and several protagonists are being interviewed by short cannons around the venue. The heroine grabbed the most beautiful background board and put on a perfect pose. The newly-rising idol in the mainland smiled a little jerky. When the role was set, Jiahe didn't even know her name, so she searched for information on the Internet, but she couldn't imagine how she would play a lady of the Tang Dynasty, but now it seems that at least her figure... it agrees.
Jojo suddenly pulled her off and pointed to the right side of the main stage.
That position was naturally Yi Wenze.
The background wall behind him is the brightly lit Daming Palace in the night.
Although surrounded by more than a dozen reporters, because of his height, he could still see his profile clearly through the interlaced cameras. The short black hair and the penetrating eyes really made Jia He stunned.
At this time, a very young reporter was asking a question. I don't know if it was because of excitement or what. The question was a little stumbling, and his face was a little red, but he just smiled and listened patiently. After the reporter finished asking, he immediately replied politely. From this distance, he could vaguely hear his voice, not quite standard Mandarin, so familiar yet so unfamiliar.
"When the interview is over, I'll ask the director to introduce you to you," Qiaoqiao squinted at her. "Introduction to a small producer like me, people may not remember you, you're still a big name in the director."
Jiahe tried her best to keep calm, and she suddenly realized that she should wear high heels. She was already half a head shorter than Qiaoqiao, but now she was standing beside her in high heels, making herself look like a supermodel assistant.
"Calm down, calm down," Jojo handed her a glass of water, "We have to ignore him, and if you dare to show a look of recognition and admiration, you will lose. I swear he will force you to change the script and add drama every day—"
"Isn't it like this every time?" Jiahe took a sip of water and said depressedly, "Whether the male lead or female lead, male or female supporting role, the first sentence in the script is 'there is a problem with this script', and I wish everyone else would feel bad about the whole scene. It’s a piece of wood, and it’s a good script if you just keep saying lines by yourself.”
"Eh? Why are you talking to me? Go and talk to the director?" Qiao Qiao grabbed her cup and took a sip, "I'm not a person on both sides, so don't embarrass me." Qiao Qiao suddenly flashed her big eyes. , looked at Jiahe innocently.
Jiahe glared at her through gritted teeth: "If they are clients, you are a prostitute."
Qiaoqiao almost sprayed water: "Okay, if there is something Yi Wenze wants to change, don't move."
Just as Jiahe was about to pick up the call, Director Jiang had already dismissed a reporter, and when he saw the two of them, he waved.
Qiao Qiao hurriedly pushed her and whispered, "I'll go see the female number one. She is very active and likes to be taken seriously." Without waiting for her to respond, she squeezed in with a smile on her face. pile of reporters.
Jiahe watched Director Jiang walk to Yi Wenze's side. Yi Wenze was constantly taking pictures with a few small reporters. When he saw the director passing by, he politely dismissed the reporters and spoke to the director in a low voice. She couldn't move her feet just by looking at Yi Wenze's profile.
Until the director raised his head and called her again, Yi Wenze also turned his head and glanced at her.
It was like a special effect in the script, the slow motion brought his smile and eyes closer, and his eyes only fell on Jiahe, forcing her to become embarrassed. But it was only for a moment, she quickly smiled and walked to Director Jiang's side.
Director Jiang patted Jiahe on the shoulder: "This is the screenwriter, Jiahe."
"Hello." Yi Wenze nodded, his deep, dark eyes filled with laughter, which was different from the polite estrangement from the reporter just now, but added a bit of gentleness. He stretched out his hand and held Jiahe's hand lightly.
"Hello." Because Jiahe had just entered the room, her palms were still cold, and when he was held by his warm hands, her heart beat even more violently.
"How's the script changed?" Director Jiang immediately began to demand debts after the two let go.
"It's almost done, I'll torture you tonight," Jiahe hurriedly adjusted his mood, and immediately entered the state of work preparations, "but there are still some problems in a few scenes—"
"Deceiving Kangxi"
"Okay," the director interrupted her with a smile, "Let's talk about it in Hengdian."
Jiahe nodded embarrassedly, and found that he was so nervous that he forgot that it was a press conference, and the reporter was still waiting for an interview not far away. But when she stopped like this, she didn't know what to say. She just stood beside the two of them bored, pretending to watch the interview with the female No. 1 in the distance. Yi Wenze and the director started chatting in Cantonese. Can understand, to the effect it is a matter of script.
While she was studying how to sneak away quietly, a reporter had already come over to interview the director.
Yi Wenze looked at her: "Let's go drink some water."
Jiahe had no excuse to run away, so he could only follow him to the side of the long table, and took the orange juice that he handed over.
He also took a glass of orange juice and held it in his hand. The fingers on the wall of the glass were slender, and the joints were well maintained, but the palms, like all actors, had accumulated fine wounds and roughness over the years.
"Is there a problem?" he asked suddenly.
Jiahe raised his head to meet his doubts, only to realize that he was staring at his hand in a daze, and hurriedly smiled: "It's nothing, I sigh about your hard work as actors."
Yi Wenze understood what she was talking about and smiled: "It's nothing, but actresses have to suffer a bit. No matter how well the backs of their hands are maintained, the palms will inevitably be rough, especially in costume dramas."
Jiahe smiled: "Yeah, being tossed with swords, reins and Weiya every day, no matter how good hand cream is, it's useless."
Humble, courteous, low-key, this is the evaluation given by many collaborators.
And now it seems that I do too.
Jiahe just said one or two sentences, chatting with him casually, pretending to hold the orange juice, drinking half a sip before daring to continue, this feeling is like the first interview after graduating from college, the surface is calm, but the inside is not. The army has been in chaos for a long time, for fear of which eyes and subtle movements will leave a bad impression.
What's more, in front of her is her idol for more than ten years.
When Yi Wenze made her debut, she just graduated from junior high school.
Girls' Generation's Yi Wenze was a youth idol. In an era when there were not many mainland movies, he accidentally got an opportunity and became popular on both sides of the strait for many years. Today, his works are much less than in those days. Although it is a semi-retreat behind the scenes, it is still doing well.
Suddenly, Qiao Qiao's voice came, to the effect of reminding everyone to hurry up to interview, and the crew will leave soon.
Because of this sentence, many reporters who had been watching from afar came over and interrupted the two of them kindly, wanting to do some more separate interviews. Jiahe wisely gave way, walked out of the banquet hall, took some snacks at the long dining table, and sat down in an inconspicuous corner after eating hastily, waiting for Qiaoqiao's assistant to bring him into the car.
After an unknown period of time, the phone suddenly vibrated.
When she picked it up, it turned out to be Qiao Qiao's voice: "Help me find Yi Wenze, his assistant is by my side, he is so stupid that he doesn't even know where he is." Her voice was blurred by the wind, like Outdoors, he seemed to be in a very bad mood. "His newly divorced wife is being interviewed. Take him to the car when the reporter doesn't answer the news. My boss hates hyping up scandals. It's really troublesome!"
While talking on the phone, Qiaoqiao told the people around her to drive over.
Jiahe was startled when he heard it, and after hanging up the phone, he found out that his screenwriter had been called by Qiaoqiao as an assistant.
But she also knew that it was best to find Yi Wenze now. Not only did Qiaoqiao's boss hate malicious hype, but Yi Wenze also always resisted this kind of news. Even her die-hard fan saw the report of his breakup in the past two weeks, only to know that he had been married to that woman for two years.
She has been here a few times, so she is still familiar with the environment. She just put down the cup and quietly shuttled between the actors and reporters, looking at every corner, but found nothing.
After walking around the venue two or three times, Jiahe remembered that there was a stairwell that few people passed by.
When I opened the door of the stairwell, there was only white light inside, and it was very quiet.
Yi Wenze stood at the corner, turned off his phone completely, and the white light in his hand flickered away.
Jiahe was inexplicably guilty when he saw him: "Qiao Qiao let me take you down."
He nodded: "Okay, thank you."
Yi Wenze, who was smiling politely throughout the press conference, didn't have the slightest smile, just smoked quietly and didn't look at Jiahe again.