Yi Wenze didn't say anything, so she could only stand by the door.
Unlike the warm yellow light in the banquet hall, it is brighter here, but because the light is clean, it highlights the coldness.
Jiahe suddenly remembered that when he was in college, in order to meet Leehom Wang, Qiao Qiao followed a TV reporter to pick him up late at night, but when he came back, he sighed and said that he had really met. He didn't even dare to say that he had liked him for many years. At that time, I was still laughing and mocking her, but now I am not the same. It seems that idols are still suitable for contacting from the TV network...
The phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated, and she hurriedly held it down with her hand. After a while, Yi Wenze seemed to hear the sound as well, and looked back with a polite question in his eyes.
She hurriedly took out her mobile phone. On the other side of the phone was Qiao Qiao's voice, obviously a little anxious: "Have you found anyone?"
Jiahe whispered, "I found it, and it's by my side."
Qiaoqiao's side was obviously unable to resist: "Forget it, let's get off the elevator, the car is at the door of the hotel."
Jiahe hummed and looked at him: "The car is already downstairs."
He pressed out the smoke and approached Jiahe: "The journey will take about four hours, do you need to bring some snacks?"
His tone was questioning, but he opened the door for her first.
Jiahe looked at him suspiciously, and was stunned for three or four seconds before he understood: "Alright, let's see that everyone didn't eat anything at night. I'll pack some. What do you want to eat?" There were already countless cameras waiting outside. Go separately, so as not to have any trouble.
He smiled: "It's okay."
She didn't dare to say more, and stepped out of the stairwell first.
Sometimes no more than a photo is enough to make up ridiculous news. In particular, Yi Wenze's ex-wife Tianchu, who appeared on the show every two weeks after the divorce, cried so much that he was sad, but he never accepted a positive interview. If you were photographed with a woman at this time, it would be like hitting yourself with a gun.
She asked people to pack two boxes of snacks before entering the elevator with three or two staff members.
When going downstairs, the screams of fans and the questioning of reporters filled the brightly lit hotel lobby.
Yi Wenze has been surrounded by reporters downstairs again. It is different from the routine interview for the new drama just now. At this time, those people are more excited and louder than each other, and they keep repeating the talk show on the TV station in the first ten minutes of Tianchu. He asked if it was Yi Wenze who first proposed the divorce and had already been separated from Tianchu.
Qiao Qiao was beside him, reaching out to block the people who were too close, the smile on her face had obviously froze, and even the hotel security guards guarded them and gave Yi Wenze a gossip. However, he always smiled with self-control, and kept telling the people around him to be careful about their feet. In addition, he kept the due silence for any questions.
It wasn't until he got into the car that Qiaoqiao slid the door heavily, isolating the flash, leaving the car silent.
Yi Wenze sat next to Jiahe.
Jiahe sniffed and didn't dare to speak. Qiaoqiao picked up her phone and sent her a text message: Miss, it's so difficult for you to find someone, and she said that I will give you the opportunity to get close to your idol, so that it will cause trouble for me.
Jiahe was at a loss and replied: He wants to smoke quietly, but I don't dare to force him to go.
Jojo turned her head, calmly packed her bag, and quietly gave her a look of contempt.
The buildings on both sides squeezed the sky with only one line left, and the viewing lights changed all kinds of city slogans, covering the moon and stars. Qiao Qiao started to make phone calls one by one, and whispered about her work. Jiahe could only look out the window awkwardly. On the streets of Shanghai on Valentine's Day, it seemed that everyone should hold hands, birds should be attached to each other, and roses should be continuous.
It's just that all these reasons, piled up under the nose, made the atmosphere even more embarrassing.
Yi Wenze sat beside him and didn't move at all until the car left Shanghai, still in the same posture.
"Sister Mai's phone." Assistant A Qing suddenly picked up a call and immediately handed him his cell phone.
Sister Mai is Yi Wenze's manager, so you don't need to guess what it is for.
He took over the phone, because it was too quiet in the car, and the female voice over there was clearly fluctuating, speaking at a very fast pace what Tianchu said in the talk show. Jiahe was close enough to hear clearly, Yi Wenze From the beginning to the end, he only hummed twice, without much response. After ten minutes of speaking, he switched the phone from the left ear to the right ear, and said in a low voice, "The battery is out of power. Let's talk about it in Hengdian."
After that, he hung up the phone decisively.
"I just charged it." Ah Qing took the phone and murmured in a low voice.
The car all the way from the city to the highway, Jiahe always held two cartons of snacks, restless.
It wasn't until she saw the mountains in the night that Jojo muttered that she was hungry, and she immediately shoved the snack box to her: "Eat it, I brought it specially for you." Jojo looked at her in surprise: "What are you doing? Is it time to be so considerate?"
Jiahe was speechless and continued to look out the window.
For the entire four-hour journey, she didn't dare to fall asleep for half a minute, and she was always tense until she arrived at the Hengdian Hotel.
It wasn't until she got out of the car that she rubbed up to Qiaoqiao's side: "I live in a room with you?"
Qiao Qiao laughed at her: "If you want to be beautiful, you live next to Director Jiang. If the editor and reviewer doesn't come, you can just wait to be tortured by Director Jiang."
What more Jiahe had to say, Qiao Qiao had already lowered her voice: "Tell you, that Taiwanese is coming, don't disturb me."
Jiahe looked at her in surprise, and when she talked about the Taiwanese man Qiao Qiao, she had a headache. Qiao Qiao knew a man in his late 40s who was known as the best bass player in Taiwan, but she was already frightened when they first met.
She vividly remembered her first sight at Libao Plaza, the black car door opened, and two hemp legs wrapped in snakeskin trousers stretched out, then a wrinkled face and long hair that didn't flow... The whole dinner time, Bess The master kept repeating that eating should be nutritious, and then very cautiously ordered a fried rice, a pho, and a porridge, which were divided among three people.
Taiwan's leading bass player, only willing to order the main food when inviting people to dinner, do you believe it? Jojo believes...
Jiahe had no intention of listening to her being deceived again, and she was still enjoying her sweet life, so she dragged her suitcase into the hotel.
After taking a hastily shower, she realized that there was a note on the hair dryer: it's broken, don't use it.
The temperature in Hengdian was frighteningly low, and a hair dryer was a necessity. She wiped it off with a towel and then went back to her room to call customer service. Who knew that the front desk had just said hello when someone knocked on the door. Can only scribble the room number to the other end of the phone, and immediately ran to open the door.
The one who knocked on the door turned out to be Liao Jing, the female No. 1 who Qiao Qiao likes to be "valued". Behind her stood Yi Wenze in casual clothes, two steps away. When he saw Jiahe coming out, he nodded slightly as a greeting. .
Liao Jing leaned on the edge of the door and looked at her with a smile: "Aze and I are going to talk to Director Jiang, do you want to be together?"
"The Age of Rebirth"
In fact, she really wanted to say that after drying her hair, she said, "Okay, wait for me to put on a coat."
Because the door was opened, the near-zero air made her tremble. She sniffed. When she was about to turn around to get her clothes, a waiter had already held a hairdryer and appeared behind Yi Wenze: "Who wants a hairdryer?"
After seeing many celebrities, he seems to be calmer than the average person, still gruff.
"Give it to me." She stretched out her hand awkwardly.
"Ah, your hair is still wet," Liao Jing seemed to have just noticed that she had just finished taking a shower, and immediately smiled at Yi Wenze, "Let's go first, let the screenwriter blow dry your hair first."
Jiahe was even more embarrassed: "It's okay—"
Before he finished speaking, Yi Wenze had already interrupted: "Go ahead and blow dry, don't worry."
The white hair dryer was randomly entangled with the black power cord.
He just took it from the waiter, said thank you, and handed it to him. Jiahe took it subconsciously, and when they left, he remembered that he didn't even say thank you...
She closed the door, extremely depressed, pressed her forehead against the wall, and cursed herself for half a minute.
She took care of everything quickly, and when she arrived at Director Jiang's room, Liao Jingzheng said with a smile that she had little qualifications. Ever since she knew she played with Teacher Yi, she couldn't sleep well every day. Director Jiang mocked Yi Wenze for a few words, but he just shook his head and smiled without saying anything.
In fact, it is said that it is a drama, but it is just a few people gossiping, and the script is just casually taken.
Jiahe made a cup of coffee by himself, and listened to Liao Jing casually saying that he was not in a good mood in the first few scenes, and when the scenes were not enough, he tried to listen carefully, but because he was Cantonese, he could only understand seven, seven, eight, eight, but due to Jiang Dao and Yi Wen Ze, who is from Hong Kong, was embarrassed to interrupt, so he could only insist on understanding.
She even began to admire Liao Jing, a newly popular mainland star, who could learn Cantonese to such a standard...
"In the scene of the mutiny, I didn't feel that I was emotional," Yi Wenze said suddenly, but in Mandarin, "Li Chengqi planned for many years, but at the last moment, his younger brother Li Longji conspired to seize the military power first, and the mutiny killed Wei. Afterwards, he only took Li Longji's woman away and did not fight anymore, it felt like this orgasm came to an abrupt end." He held the cup and sat quietly on the chair, word by word, until 'Suddenly stopped' When I stopped, I thought about whether it was used correctly, "However, I read this history a few days ago, and this book jokes that the content is too heavy, so I can only turn it over and read the records of this person Li Chengqi..."
Jiahe listened carefully, and didn't put down the cup until he finished speaking.
This play is a historical play of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, the world's women, but it is just these plays.
The average actor gets the book, and at most understand the character from the scriptures. Unexpectedly, Yi Wenze went to read the history because of his dedication, and she rarely felt the urge to argue, and she didn't vomit unpleasantly. "Actually," she thought for a while, "his emotional explosion was at the end."
…
Director Jiang listened to the argument between the two with a smile, but never interrupted.
That's it, it's not over until after eleven o'clock. The actors have to fix the makeup the next day. She can only write down what she wants to change tonight, and wait until tomorrow to revise them one by one. When she left the room, Director Jiang remembered a few scenes she had changed earlier. Jiahe hurriedly ran to the room to retrieve her notebook. Under the watchful eyes of the three, she pressed the power button.
The next second, she was completely frozen.
Some habits will always bring disaster when inadvertently.
There is no password to enter, and after the screen is black for half a second, the desktop is slowly displayed.
On the light blue background, there are all the covers of Yi Wenze in the past three years, some are silent, some are smiling, some are showing their backs, in short... he is all alone.