Yi Wenze was a daytime play, Jiahe discussed it with him and booked a flight back at night.
He left early, Jiahe was confused and then went to sleep for a while, and didn't go to check out until almost twelve o'clock.
The front desk took the room card to enter the information, and immediately glanced at her calmly, Jiahe had to play stupid and kept looking down at the phone. "Miss, it's time to sign the order." When the order was pushed in front of her, she put down her phone and picked up the pen, only to find that the former's calm expression had changed to a naked gossip look.
Jiahe inexplicably picked up the list and glanced at it, and immediately understood. In the consumption list, there is a bright ... what a box.
Staring at the list for a full three seconds, she made a big stroke and wrote a random letter as her name...
The flight was at eight o'clock in the evening, and the whole afternoon was free, so she finally went to Jinli to eat.
Stop and go, eat and see, I always come here every time I come to Chengdu on business, Xiao Yu always mocks her for going to the kind of commercial street that the locals don't go to. But how good this place is. After a circle, most of the greedy Chengdu snacks have been eaten, which is most suitable for people like her who are too lazy to do it.
Save time and effort, but also save transportation costs.
When she couldn't eat any more, she found a corner of the cafe and sat down, turned on the computer and looked at the web pages boredly. Although it can't be exposed to the sun, there is still the smell of sunshine everywhere. Even though I'm sweating, I still enjoy it.
After watching the international news for a while, I couldn't make up my mind, and after a while, I accidentally touched his scarf. People's mentality is always very strange. Ever since I was with him, I dare not look at his scarf and news. I always feel uneasy, afraid that I can spy on something.
There are very few updates, it is estimated that the new drama is too busy.
The latest one is at 6:00 this morning.
A very simple sentence:
For so many years, I always thought that there would be a gap between illusion and reality, but I didn't expect that reality was more complete.
From the beginning to the end of a sentence, she silently read it a dozen times.
Because the hint was too obvious, the message broke through explosively, but it broke through 3,000 replies in one morning. Yi Wenze became famous too early. Most of the fans are adults. Compared with the mood of gossip and confession, they are more warm-hearted blessings. All kinds of simple words are just asking if something good is coming, when it will be announced, or something.
Jiahe glanced at it a few times, but he didn't dare to look any longer. He completely shrunk in the sofa, biting his nails, his eyes wandering in a daze, and suddenly blushed after a while, and immediately covered his face to calm himself.
It's over, what are you thinking about in the daytime...
The waiter was bringing the coffee, and she was startled: "Beautiful girl, are you uncomfortable?"
Instead, Jiahe was startled by him, and only then did he realize that he was infatuated with the public, and immediately sat up straight and cleared his throat: "It's nothing, thank you."
Just because of this short sentence, she wasted an entire afternoon. When she wrote a parting scene for four hours, she finally gave up the possibility of working and simply closed the computer to pay the bill.
When I walked out of the store, it was already dark, and a long string of red lanterns swayed on both sides of the road. From time to time, three or two people passed by. As she was walking and thinking about whether to go to the airport first, the phone she had been waiting for all day suddenly rang.
"It's over?" She tried her best to suppress her excitement, her voice soft enough to pinch out of water.
He hummed: "Have you eaten yet?"
"I haven't eaten seriously yet, but I'm almost full." She walked around casually, smelling the fragrance around her, and still couldn't help but want to see if she could eat anything more. It's like this every time she comes to Sichuan... Don't give up, "How about you? Have you eaten yet?"
"Not yet, fast forward to Chengdu, where are you?"
Jiahe stopped abruptly: "Aren't you outside? Why are you back?"
"I want to see you, so I'll be back." Yi Wenze's voice was neither light nor heavy, but he just grabbed her seven inches. Jiahe was holding the phone, and he didn't know what to say. After a while, he said softly, " I'm in Jinli."
Ah Qing was asking where to go, Yi Wenze returned to Jujinli, Ah Qing immediately shouted that it was great, and that he ate enough at one time. Jiahe was silent, she really had a common language with herself.
"About fifteen minutes, you can find a place to wait for me first," he finished, and then added, "I have a lot of people here." Jiahe snorted: "Who is it?" He smiled and said, "All It's the crew."
Jiahe thought for a while: "Then I'll find a bigger restaurant first."
When he arrived, there were indeed more than a dozen people. Jiahe watched him come in and hurriedly stood up. It wasn't until he took his hand and said with a smile to the director next to him that this was my girlfriend, that he let go. The director smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, shaking hands with her and sighing, we did an extra cast just for you.
Jiahe was embarrassed to laugh, and squeezed Yi Wenze's hand.
"Why did you come back?" She asked him in a low voice when everyone started eating, "Will you not delay the business?"
Yi Wenze's dedication is not a rumor for a day or two. The previous reports were all about how to fight for his life on the set and how to run around to promote his stomach. Running such a long way to eat for no reason like today is definitely not something he can do.
He laughed: "There are special days, and exceptions must be made."
She bit the meat on the bamboo stick, remembered the scarf again, then lowered her head decisively and pretended to be dead.
Sichuan food always makes people's appetite open.
In the end, everyone was happy to eat and joked about Jiahe. A male producer looked at her seriously and joked: "Before joining the group, my wife heard that there was Teacher Yi, and she couldn't sleep almost every night. She asked me to give her. She got an autographed photo, and said that she must find out who the public rival is, so that her dream of being a girl is completely shattered." He threw a bamboo stick on the table and sighed, "I finally completed the task today."
Another person also joined in the fun and said with a smile: "It's strange, my girlfriend also said this."
It was rare for Jiahe to be laughed at like this, and it was a little difficult to deal with it for a while, but when the time was almost up, he simply told Yi Wenze that he had to leave first.
As soon as everyone heard it, they immediately booed and told her to stay. Tomorrow Yi Wenze was a night show, so it happened that he could stay in Chengdu today.
Jiahe hurriedly explained: "It's because of the night show that I have to have a good rest today." After speaking, he felt that the words were not right, and immediately added, "I will join the group tomorrow morning, so I won't accompany you more. See you again if you have a chance."
The male producer immediately laughed: "I often come to visit the class, screenwriter, so I can rest assured."
After he finished speaking, the young woman who had been sitting in the corner finally changed her face. However, Jiahe smiled, and finally made a joke that fit the occasion: "It's not safe to leave it outside. My goal is to hide the beauty in a golden house."
Everyone laughed and boasted that he was indeed a screenwriter.
Yi Wenze smiled lightly, and gave her a meaningful look: "I'll be waiting at any time."
In order to accompany him, Jiahe almost stepped on a taxi called by some, and when he arrived at the airport, he was saddened to find that the plane was delayed again. Sitting in the waiting hall, she saw that the covered bridge to be registered was still vacant, and even more complained that the plane had not arrived yet...
Just as he was about to take out his mobile phone and prepare to send a text message to complain, a person sat beside him.
"So coincidentally?"
She turned her head in a familiar voice: "What a coincidence, are you going back to Shanghai?"
There is always embarrassment. He was downstairs in his house that day, and he didn't even go down to say hello. It has been a few months. Gu Yu just nodded: "Are you going back to Shanghai too?"
"No," Jiahe shook his head, "back to Beijing, there is still work to do."
After she finished speaking, the two of them didn't speak anymore, just as Yi Wenze's phone came in, she said something embarrassing, stood up and walked away. It's not too noisy over there. It's probably in the car. Since there are too many people there, Jiahe said something inconvenient after a few words with him. Let's talk about it in Beijing.
After hanging up the phone, Gu Yu hadn't left yet. She couldn't make it too obvious, so she could only go back to the original position and sit down.
Glancing at the apron, the plane has arrived, and a large number of people are coming out of the covered bridge. Only then did she see the hope of boarding the plane, and she secretly prayed to get on the plane quickly, so that she would not continue to stay in such an embarrassing manner.
"The ratings of your drama are very good," Gu Yu said suddenly, "I was watching the review the other day, and someone wanted to interview you."
Jiahe reacted, then smiled and said, "Isn't it, so exaggerated? I'm not so valuable yet."
The screenwriting industry is weak in mainland China. Apart from being good at self-hype and becoming famous instantly, it is really difficult to be like an actor, and there are some interviews at every turn to increase popularity.
Before Gu Yu could answer, a boarding prompt suddenly sounded, it was a flight to Shanghai.
Great... Jiahe immediately pointed to the boarding gate in the distance: "Is it yours?"
Gu Yu snorted and stood up: "But I canceled that interview. I guess if you were the old you, you wouldn't like to show your face." Jiahe pulled the corner of his lower lip awkwardly: "Thank you, I'm really such a person. ."
He picked up his luggage and suddenly remembered something when he put the Buddha away, and then looked back at her: "My friend seems to have a show to do. He asked me about you a few days ago. How is it, are you interested?"
"I'm full in the second half of the year," she shook her head decisively, "If necessary, I can introduce a better one to him."
Such an obvious refusal is understood by a wise man.
Gu Yu glanced at her calmly, but didn't say anything in the end.
Jiahe continued to sit, watching the food delivery truck deliver meals to the plane, and the phone suddenly rang again. Yi Wenze's name flashed on the screen, she was a little surprised, and then started feeding, it was quiet there, she got nervous for a while, thinking that something was wrong, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter? Did something happen?"
"No," his voice came calmly, "the door was closing just now."
Jiahe snorted, and said a little sourly: "Is it possible that someone else is knocking on your door?"
"Dear wife," Yi Wenze said slowly, "I brought so many people to dinner today just to let you return to Beijing with peace of mind." As soon as those two words were called, she lost her temper first: "Who is there? for you to call me that..."
She lowered her head and stared at the Monchichi on her bag, and began to feel untimely and distressed that half of her face was swollen. Not only did she see him, but the entire crew also saw it. People will definitely talk secretly when they go back, seeing that Yi Wenze's girlfriend is just so...
His voice was a little erratic, and it seemed that the signal was not very good.
It was finally clear after a while. It was as empty as it was outside: "Jiahe?" I should do it, don't rob me next time."