Su Pei woke up thirsty in the middle of the night. He stretched out his hand and found a bottle of mineral water.
After drinking half a bottle of mineral water, Su Pei found himself trapped in a strange and soft sofa, covered with a blanket, much better than lying on the floor.
He sat up slowly, and this much more luxurious room didn't seem to be his own hotel room.
"You're awake." He Yiming's voice came from the corner.
Su Pei slowly turned his head and saw that He Yiming was sitting on a single chair in the corner with a notebook on his lap.
He was still dizzy in his head, like sitting on the waves. He wasn't even sure if he was awake or dreaming.
Su Pei covered his face and rubbed it, and he made a sound similar to a moan.
"I..." he paused, "how am I here..."
He Yiming said: "You just held me, didn't let me go, and made a noise to chat with me. I can only bring you into the room."
Su Pei smirked, it really sounded like him. He should have expected it earlier.
Su Pei rested on the cushion and changed a comfortable position on the sofa to lie face to face with He Yiming. He was in a trance as if he was back in college. The drama club's rehearsal is late, they will stay in the rehearsal room, and everyone will make a floor and talk together at night.
At that time, it seemed that he and He Yiming never needed to be careful to avoid any topics.
"I saw the private museum you recently built on the Internet. The remote virtual experience system is amazing." Su Pei said. He was still drunk and couldn't help but babble.
He Yiming said: "That's not the system I developed. I just spent money to sponsor it."
Su Pei said, "At least you didn't sponsor it wrong."
He Yiming said with a smile: "I have a very clear assessment of my work. How are you?"
Su Pei carefully pulled the blanket on his body: "You see, I'm working with the crew. It is estimated that the filming will be completed in more than two months. This drama has a lot of investment and the actors are also good... "
He Yiming frowned. Su Pei added: "In fact, don't look at Fang Ziling, the male lead is more troublesome than her... If a line exceeds 30 words, his brain will crash. It has been reshooting today... Fang Ziling is actually a good actor as an actor. I have learned a lot from the drama, and next time I write a spy film, it will be easier for me to write."
However, He Yiming had no interest in his screenwriting experience. He asked, "How is your novel writing?"
Su Pei's voice suddenly weakened, and he said, "I'm writing."
He Yiming said: "I don't believe it. You told me two years ago that you were writing a novel about the medical system and the relationship between doctors and patients. It's not finished yet?"
Su Pei emphasized again: "I'm writing."
He Yiming was aggressive: "How much have you written? Have you finished writing the first draft? Written 100,000 words? 50,000 words? You have been writing scripts with the garbage crew, and you still have the energy to write novels?"
Su Pei's pale face finally flushed, and he could even feel his shoulders shaking slightly. The last time he and He Yiming quarreled was because of his script writing. He thought that He Yiming would change his attitude this time.
"Your good friend Bo Wenchen invested in this drama, you say he is a garbage crew?" Su Pei's voice also cooled.
He Yiming shut up.
But Su Pei could still hear his voice. Because He Yiming's presence is too strong, his sculptural profile face and the falcon-like eyes under his bushy eyebrows are enough to express strong emotions even if he doesn't make a sound.
Su Pei often felt that He Yiming knew how to use this aura to express himself better than most of the actors he had seen.
He finally couldn't help shouting out: "This is my job! You don't know the pressure on the crew!"
He Yiming said: "What's the use? Are the scripts you're writing now your own? You're just writing for someone else, and there's no difference between being a shooter and a ghostwriter. You won't know how to write such a script yourself after you've written it. I want to see it again."
His voice was not high, but it was late at night, and this luxurious room was too quiet. Every word of his hammered into Su Pei's ears.
Su Pei felt a burst of sadness and many memories flooding into his heart, which was almost exactly the same as their last quarrel. "Maybe I'm no longer worthy of being your friend," he murmured.
He slowly got up from the sofa.
He Yiming asked, "What are you doing?"
Su Pei said, "I'll go back."
When he thought of the way He Yiming was looking at him now, he couldn't bear it for another second.
But the alcohol hindered his movement, he was dizzy, his fingers were shaking because of excitement and anger, and he couldn't even find where his shoes were, so he could only kick the hotel slippers aside.
He Yiming came over and looked at him condescendingly: "You are drunk!"
Su Pei shook his head, panting: "I'm not drunk... He Yiming... You don't know how I got here in the past two or three years. You have no right to say that my work is meaningless... It's meaningless... "
He was still drunk and repeated these words unconsciously, but he didn't have the strength to stand up and slam the door to leave. He seemed to be trapped in a cruel dream.
He Yiming looked at Su Pei in front of him. His face was pale, even his lips seemed bloodless, his slender body, thin shoulders, like a ghost wandering in the night, he was still shaking slightly in the half-dream and half-awake, not knowing whether it was because of anger or alcohol.
He only needs one hand to restrain Su Pei like this... He can easily press Su Pei on this sofa...
But what's the point? Su Pei is now drunk, he is confused and his voice is faint.
It was only at such a time that the evil thoughts in He Yiming's heart dared to escape.
Su Pei is still competing with his shoes. He Yiming finally couldn't stand it any longer. He rudely pressed Su Pei on the sofa: "You are drunk, don't go anywhere, just sleep here." He said it very hard.
Su Pei suddenly pushed He Yiming away and pressed his hand.
He Yiming withdrew his hand like an electric shock. He had a ghost in his heart and did not dare to touch Su Pei again.
Su Pei broke out: "I have a mortgage on my back, but I'm not in the school district. Xiaoquchi can't get a good public education. Divorcing Shen Lan and I has been enough to delay her, so she has to bite the bullet and let her go to the private sector. How can I save on extra expenses? Dance classes and swimming lessons are the most basic ones. My mother helps me take care of Little Cookie, so I have to subsidize her every month, right? I sometimes want to get rid of all these, But how could it be…”
Tears slipped down his nose to his chin, but he didn't feel it, he seemed to have forgotten He Yiming in front of him.
He Yiming finally lowered his voice and said, "Okay, I won't be talking about your work anymore. You can continue to be a screenwriter, go to which crew you like to go to. I won't say anything more."
He lightly touched Su Pei's chin with the back of his hand and wiped away those tears. He pressed Su Pei down again: "...Sleep, have a good rest."
After venting, Su Pei finally calmed down. He closed his eyes and murmured, "Don't... laugh at me... "
He Yiming coaxed him in a low voice: "I never laughed at you."
Su Pei rolled over on the sofa with his eyes closed, and let out a moan: "He Yiming...". He Yiming immediately asked, "What's wrong?"
Su Pei murmured, "The sofa is too soft... I can't sleep well... My back hurts... "
He Yiming did not say a word. He almost forgot how picky and enjoyable Su Pei was about the environment. They used to travel together, and Su Pei also had to buy a soft sleeper ticket for the five-hour train.
Such a person is now suffering in the crew.
The next morning, Su Pei woke up with a headache. He is not a good drinker. Although he wakes up, his body is still very heavy. He was lying on a double bed, slowly recalling what happened last night. Maybe his memory was not clear from the second half of the banquet.
He was thinking hard when He Yiming came out of the bathroom.
He Yiming glanced at him and said, "Wake up? I've already been to the gym."
He wiped his body and changed into clothes.
Su Pei looked at He Yiming's body and felt that He Yiming's muscles were stronger than when he was in college. This visual impact made his mind sober a lot.
Su Pei immediately remembered that he should go to the crew. He hurriedly prepared to leave, and asked He Yiming, "When are you leaving?"
He Yiming said: "The plane in two hours."
Su Pei regretted: "Then let's meet again next time."
He is in a better mood now, Yao Zhicheng is right, he exaggerated the estrangement between him and He Yiming before. As long as they talk face to face, nothing is a problem.
He Yiming smiled half-smilingly: "Aren't you worried about what I'm going to say you don't want to hear?"
Su Pei said, "Didn't we talk about anything? Let's talk slowly next time."
He vaguely felt that he and He Yiming said something last night. But he always talks a lot when he's drunk, just some drunk talk.
He Yiming had already put on his shirt and trousers and was tying his belt. Hearing Su Pei say this, he suddenly felt a little lost. He just helped Su Pei to bed last night.
"Okay," He Yiming said, "Let's meet again next time. But don't delay it too long."
Su Pei and He Yiming made an agreement, feeling suddenly relaxed.
He returned to the crew, and the director's attitude towards him changed slightly. Even more than one person said to him, "Mr. Su, why didn't you say that He Yiming is your junior?"
But this lighthearted mood did not last long. The whole crew soon became busy again, because their heroine Fang Ziling suddenly had a "fever" and the crew took three days off, and could not come to work for these three days. The original shooting plan was disrupted. You can only shoot other people's scenes first, and the male protagonist took the opportunity to ask for a change.
However "fever" is just an excuse, there are no secrets in the crew. Fang Ziling didn't feel sick, but the driver took her out of the hotel early in the morning. It turned out that she was only going on a trip with Bo Wenchen, so she took three days off.
As soon as Su Pei came to the crew, he was arrested for a meeting. After everyone changed a few scenes, Su Pei took a rest.
Xiaoyan brought him lunch and started her gossip: "Fang Ziling has no fever at all, she is in good health!"
Su Pei remembered the stickiness between Fang Ziling and Bo Wenchen last night, and he wasn't too surprised. It's just that he originally thought Fang Ziling would be more professional.
Xiaoyan asked again: "Mr. Su, you and He Yiming are alumni and have always been good friends, but you never mentioned it!"
Su Pei didn't want others to think that he deliberately got close to He Yiming. He said: "I was fine with him when we were in school. After graduation, we had a lot less interaction."
Xiaoyan said with a smile, "But you can't see the unfamiliarity. Yesterday, you drank too much and wanted to catch up. He even helped Fang Ziling for you."
Su Pei was startled: "How did you know?" He remembered that Xiaoyan was not at their table during dinner last night.