Two nurses came downstairs, and one of them took another glance quietly. It is estimated that he also thought of Yi Wenze, who was staying there. He whispered to the people around him and passed by Jiahe.
"Actually, there's no need to explain these things," Jiahe smiled and looked at her when no one was around, "Mr. Yi didn't tell me, maybe because I don't think it's necessary to pay attention to this kind of thing, it's just a simple breakfast. ."
Screenwriting is really a good profession, and this kind of words come easily and effortlessly. It's no longer like the stupid people who only knew how to listen to the arrogance, and after listening to it for half an hour, the internal injury almost died...
Tianchu smiled perfectly, and patted her shoulder: "Don't take it too seriously, you'll get used to this kind of thing. I used to be like this, I didn't even know if I was photographed, and it was only when there was a problem that I was in chaos and embarrassed. Very." Tianchu's words were that the needles were hidden in the cotton, and the needles were in place, but they did not leave any traces.
Jiahe smiled: "However, thank you."
Tianchu said some words of advice, and he seemed to be friendly like an old acquaintance. Before leaving, he remembered the endorsement thing, and specifically told Jiahe that if there was a chance, he would definitely give priority to his friends. Jiahe also said haha, even saying thank you, but in his heart he was secretly scolding Xiao Yu who was far away in Beijing...
It is estimated that Tianchu quickly left because he was afraid of being besieged by reporters.
Jiahe didn't have a watch, and his mobile phone was scrapped again. He could only estimate the time based on his hunger level, and judge whether he should eat first and then go to see the idol, or watch the idol first and then eat. In this way, I went back to the third floor, wanting to see where Xiao Ou was. At this time, the reporters had been chased away by the nurses, and only Ah Qing was on the phone outside the ward, and it sounded like they were coordinating working hours. .
"Screenwriter," Ah Qing happened to see her and called while covering the phone, "It just happens that there is no one there, come over quickly."
Beckon, open the door, all in one go.
Jiahe couldn't say anything else, so he rushed into the ward.
The room was very clean, there were only two beds, and there were a lot of bouquets on the vacant one, and the colorful ones were very beautiful.
Yi Wenze sat on the bed by the window, surrounded by the warm spring sun, raised his head and glanced at Jia He. He was wearing a simple white shirt, with the cuffs folded and rolled up to his elbows, and a simple white quilt draped over his legs in order to guard against reporters' short shots.
There is a monitor beside him, and there is an open notebook in front of him.
Jiahe saw that he was wearing a Bluetooth headset, guessed that he was on the phone, and lip-mouthed: Teacher Yi.
He smiled slightly: "Do it for a while and wait for me to finish this call."
Jiahe sat down obediently, put the backpack on his lap, and waited for him to call, daring not to make a sound.
It was like a conference call, and they were talking about reports, which seemed to be about Yi Wenze's company.
Being an artist is a hard job. If you have money, you will naturally use it to make money. It is best to earn a lot of money, so you don’t need to be exposed to the wind, the sun and the rain. As a senior fan for more than ten years, she is still very concerned about the idol's career. Although she is not as good as those of the older generation of artists who hold many listed companies, she still makes a lot of money...
Jiahe sighed secretly at the idol's dedication, and stared at him for a while, until Yi Wenze picked up the water glass and glanced at her, then she hurriedly turned her eyes away. After drinking a small mouthful of moisturizing his throat, Yi Wenze put down the glass and continued the conference call, mostly saying that he was just listening carefully, and only occasionally said a few words.
"What are you thinking?" At some point, he had hung up the phone and was still typing on the screen.
"Nothing." Jiahe said hurriedly.
"have you eaten?"
Jiahe hesitated for a moment, then honestly said no.
He glanced at the lower right corner of the screen: "It's half past one, haven't you eaten yet?"
Jiahe wanted to say that he didn't have a chance to eat at all, but he swallowed the words and said casually, "Forgot to eat."
"Forgot?" Yi Wenze's hand stopped for a while, and he repeated it flatly.
"Woke up too late," Jiahe added embarrassedly, "I heard Qiao Qiao say that you were injured and ran here before you had time to eat." Then he saw a lot of reporters, and was stimulated by Tianchu. And then... It's obviously a simple question, how come it gets complicated when you encounter idols? !
Yi Wenze didn't ask any more questions. He called Ah Qing in and asked her to buy a meal to come back. When Ah Qing was about to go out, he added casually: "Look around to see if there is a restaurant with freshly brewed coffee and bring it with you. Come back with a cup of con panna, and if you don’t have a con panna, buy a mocha.”
Ah Qing was stunned for a moment: "Teacher, didn't you stop drinking coffee a long time ago?"
Yi Wenze said casually, "It's for Jiahe."
Ah Qing snorted, closed the door and ran away.
Another uneasy silence.
Jiahe began to think bitterly, how did she seem to come to visit the patient, and she didn't say a polite and comforting word, but inexplicably someone took care of her for a meal... She stared at the beating of the monitor, and suddenly remembered the picture of that photo. thing.
The reason I just told Tianchu was just because she was somewhat hostile to Tianchu who cheated on her, but her words were not without reason. If this photo was spread out at this time and place, I couldn't imagine what the result would be. .
"There's something," she decided to ask clearly, "I want to know if it affects you."
"What about the photo?" Yi Wenze clicked the mouse and the email was sent successfully.
Jiahe snorted and hesitated whether to tell him what Tianchu said. Yi Wenze had already closed the computer and put it on the table on the right: "What did Tianchu tell you?"
Jiahe nodded, feeling the urge to worship idols as prophets.
"You don't need to pay too much attention to Tianchu's words, this matter is not serious."
"Tian Chu that night... Is it because of this photo that Teacher Tian said he looked at me with a good face?"
Since it's all said here, let's just ask clearly.
"Probably."
"Then why didn't you tell me?" Jiahe blurted out, suddenly felt that this was inappropriate, and immediately added, "I mean, in case this photo will cause trouble, if I know the situation, at least I can prepare in advance. The right way to say…”
The wording is getting more and more excessive. What is a "proper statement"? Makes it seem like there is something real. Forget it, let's apologize directly. It was because of my own carelessness that people caught such a clear face.
"Sorry," Yi Wenze's voice was gentle, "it's just a small matter, I didn't tell you specifically."
Jiahe looked at him in surprise, even his apology was snatched away...
The door was suddenly pushed open.
A young nurse walked in, looked at the monitoring data, and asked a few more questions in a low voice. The voice was so gentle that she could squeeze out the water. Jiahe began to conjecture unkindly that the nurse in charge of this room must have drawn lots... Waiting for the nurse to finish her work. , she only caught the gap, and when she wanted to continue the conversation, the door was knocked a few times.
Yawen Library
Really lively.
"Screenwriter," Xiao Ou came in with a poking head, "Qiao Qiao said that I won't wait for you to eat, and let you solve it yourself."
Jiahe said resentfully, "Okay."
"Do you want me to buy it for you?" Xiao Ou said.
"… no need."
"It's almost two o'clock, why do you want to eat?" Xiao Ou dutifully comforted.
"Xiaoou," Yi Wenze interrupted the tug-of-war between the two, "Aqing has already gone down to buy food, please take a look. She is not familiar with the road here."
"Oh, good." Xiao Ou finally understood, shrank his neck, and went out consciously.
Yi Wenze picked up the water cup, only to realize that he was almost drinking, Jiahe took the cup naturally: "I'll add some water for you," she walked to the water dispenser, and paused again: "If you want to scald it, it's better Warmer?"
There was a moment of silence behind him: "It's hot."
Jiahe pressed the switch, the water dispenser was not very easy to use, and the water flow was very thin, but because of the quietness of the room, even the sound of the water was clearly seeping. Jiahe froze his arms, silently meditating to be faster, but the water dispenser became more and more unsatisfactory, it was outrageously slow.
"Where's your phone?" he asked suddenly.
Qiaoqiao asked her to send a message, apparently there was a problem with her mobile phone.
"Yesterday I accidentally fell into the water and it was scrapped." She pressed the switch, turned around, handed the water cup to Yi Wenze, and said embarrassedly, "Fortunately, I will go back to Shanghai soon, or I'm really afraid of delaying work, It's a pity my bird record—"
"Going back to Shanghai?" Yi Wenze took the glass, held it in his hand, and took a sip.
"Yeah," Jiahe looked at him with a smile, just happened to meet his line of sight, and was inexplicably nervous, "The next one is in Beijing, so you have to get ready first, you have to go to several meetings in advance, or stay in Shanghai. It's convenient. You know, Director Jiang takes care of the screenwriter more, usually he can communicate with others through him, but other families don't treat them so well."
Thinking about other companies and groups, her hair rose, and she couldn't wait to stay out of the house all day, so she didn't have to deal with those actors.
Yi Wenze smiled: "Have you gotten used to it yet?"
Jiahe smiled awkwardly: "The character issue, if I'm really familiar with it, I don't know how to say no to asking me to add a few lines or something." There is a kind of person in the world called an old man, and it definitely refers to herself, she thought of it. When I was with the team, I always hid debts everywhere like I owed money to others, and I was hurt to death.
Others can eat, drink, and play Tai Chi calmly, so why can’t they learn it on their own
Yi Wenze looked at her thoughtfully: "So, if there is a chance for cooperation next time, I should eat more with you and win the screenwriter's preference?" Although he was serious, a smile spread from his lips. To the eyes, mixed with a little sense of jokes.
"That... It's actually just for fun. If I really have so much power, what do the editors and directors do?" Jiahe pretended to be relaxed and cleared his throat.
Yi Wenze still looked at her with a smile, just smiled and said nothing.
Ah Qing is really unfamiliar with the road near the hospital. After buying a meal for a long time, the coffee was a little cold when he arrived.
After Ah Qing came in, Yi Wenze didn't say anything. He just turned on the computer, tapped the keyboard with his fingers slowly, and started to flip through the web page slowly, as if he was absent-minded.
Looking at his slightly raised eyebrows, Jiahe finally realized that he must have disturbed the official business of the idol. He hurriedly took two sips, and before he had time to drink the coffee, he took it in his hand and hurriedly left the door.
The nervousness at the time of arrival has long since disappeared, but Yi Wenze's absent-minded expression just now lingers.
It wasn't until the elevator dinged softly that she suddenly remembered that there was no way to contact Xiaoou, so she could only go back to the third floor, and wanted to ask Ah Qing to borrow her mobile phone. When she walked to the door of the ward, she saw a doctor with The young nurse came out just now and said in a low voice, "Look, a big star is not something ordinary people can do. Ordinary people can't stand the pain in bed."
Jiahe was flustered when she heard it, and when Ah Qing came out, did she ask her, "What's wrong?"
Ah Qing sighed: "Screenwriter, why are you back?"
Jiahe motioned her to whisper: "I'm here to borrow your phone from you, what happened just now? Is there any problem?"
A Qing immediately lowered her voice: "I did a lot of pre-operative examinations in the morning. The operation was originally scheduled for noon, but Teacher Yi insisted on scheduling until the evening." She looked at Jia He distressedly and sighed, "He said just now that there are more Halfway through the conference call, I asked the doctor for analgesics, and I realized his shirt was soaking wet."