On the way home, Qiu Xing kept closing his eyes and resting. Xie Yang did not quarrel with each other, and concentrated on chatting with Qin Cheng about work.
Qincheng is extremely efficient. This meeting has completed the handover of work with Hu Biao, and is analyzing the career position of Xie Yang on WeChat.
Qin Cheng: If the artist does not maintain continuous exposure, the popularity will soon drop. Since you don't want to take the popular route and plan to gain a foothold in the circle only by works, then your new album must be produced quickly.
Qin Cheng: Also, given that you only want to rely on your work for your career planning and the identity of Yangxing's boss, I am going to let you take the high-end route of "debut and climb to the top" to reduce your low-quality exposure, and only give you high-level exposure Quality work and endorsements, in this way, can also avoid resource competition between you and other singers in the company. what do you think
Xie Yang is very realistic: if this can reduce my workload, then my answer is yes.
Qin Cheng was quiet for a while before re-entering.
Qin Cheng: Explain in advance that if you follow this route well, you can indeed reach the sky in one step, but if you want to follow this way, your own strength and your work must be strong and excellent.
Qin Cheng: Only if you are good enough, the public will recognize your “topping when you debut”, and investors and collaborators will also offer you a high-quality job offer when you are just a newcomer. I can do a lot of things for you, but you can only rely on yourself in the work.
Qin Cheng: So are you sure you want to leave like this
Xie Yang has never been blindly confident, but...
He typed: If the work in your mouth refers to a song, I'm sure. You go to arrange it.
Qin Cheng made arrangements immediately: There is a saying in the industry that shaping the image starts with the wardrobe. Starting today, you are not allowed to wear clothes indiscriminately. Tomorrow I will take the stylist to your home and give your wardrobe a break and expansion. Let me talk about what style of clothes you usually wear and whether there is a favorite brand. I will ask the stylist to buy you clothes according to your preferences.
What brand of clothes
Xie Yang looked at the dark gray jacket on her body and typed: I used to wear X-brand clothes, but now my clothes are given away by hatred.
Qin Cheng:… Although the x brand clothes are very cost-effective, you should try to wear them as little as possible in the future. If you want high-end clothing to endorse, you must wear fashionable clothes. What brand of clothing does your husband usually give you
Xie Yang touched Qiu Xing with his elbow, leaned over and put the phone on Qiu Xing's face, and said, "My agent asked you what brand of clothes you usually give me."
As soon as Qiu Xing opened his eyes, he saw the dazzling "your husband" three characters on the screen. His heartbeat swished high and swished back down, reflexively raising his hand to grab Xie Yang's hand, and pressing off the phone.
"..."
Xie Yang looked at the hand he was holding tightly and raised his eyebrows.
Qiu Xing returned to his senses, and hurriedly threw away Xie Yang's hand, sat up straight and tidied the hem and cuffs, and said, "Don't talk to your agent about messy things. If there are any brands, you have to find someone to make your clothes. Yes. They are still tall at the age of twenty, so they have to change all their clothes and waste cloth."
"Then can I stop drinking the milk every day? Without calcium, I won't increase my height and save cloth."
"..." Qiu Xing said threateningly, "Try not to drink it."
Xie Yang smiled and lowered his head to reply to Qin Cheng.
Seeing Xie Yang's smile, Qiu Xing was totally uncomfortable. He wanted to ask Xie Yang why he was smiling, and he was holding back his reluctance to speak, so his face became more stinky.
Xie Yang touched Qiu Xing again, and said, "Qin Cheng asked where you made the clothes for me."
Qiu Xing stiffened and reprimanded: "What do you do with your hands and feet."
Xie Yang stared sideways at Qiu Xing.
"..." Qiu Xing sorted out the hem and cuffs, reported a foreigner's name, and then said, "Your clothes are all made in his private studio."
Xie Yang didn't know much about luxury brands and famous designers in this world, and after getting the answer, he sent his name directly to Qin Cheng.
Qin Cheng replied a series of ellipsis.
Xie Yang: How
Qin Cheng: You don't need to look at the closet anymore. You can only wear the clothes your husband gave you in the future. By the way, if you find some time, I want to shoot you a private server collection.
Xie Yang said that there was no problem and put down the phone.
"You let your agent..."
Xie Yang turned to look at Qiu Xing.
After Xie Yang looked over, Qiu Xing closed his mouth again, leaned back and closed his eyes to rest his mind, and stopped talking.
…
After returning home, Qiu Xing immediately went upstairs and didn't come down until dinner.
The table was very quiet, Qiu Xing had an expression of "Don't disturb me, I want to concentrate on eating". Xie Yang was very witty and didn't take the initiative to talk to Qiu Xing, but only served half a bowl of soup for Qiu Xing.
Qiu Xing looked at the soup in front of him and drank it.
After the meal, Qiu Xing hurried back upstairs, not staying a second.
Before going to bed at night, Xie Yang knocked on Qiu Xing's door.
Qiu Xing opened the door and saw that it was Xie Yang, his expression was unnatural for a moment, then he raised his hand to tidy up the collar of his nightgown without a trace, grabbed his half-dry hair, and asked with a cold face, "What's the matter?"
"Well. The artists under the banner are going to C City to shoot micro-films. I am the script provider and have to follow along. I will leave tomorrow morning. If you are fast, you will be back the day after tomorrow. If you are slow, it may take a week."
Qiu Xing's eyebrows were frowned, and then quickly loosened, still looking cold, and he took a step back and said: "You don't need to tell me this kind of thing in the future, go to bed early, late—"
Xie Yang grabbed Qiu Xing's hand trying to close the door.
Qiu Xing stopped, feeling the temperature on the back of his hand, closed his eyes hard, and said in a deep voice: "Xie Yang, maybe it's my behavior—"
"Good night."
Xie Yang released his hand and turned to leave.
"..."
Qiu Xing forcefully swallowed the words that he managed to squeeze his throat, and watched Xie Yang's back disappear to the top of the stairs.
"Business trip again... Why do you always travel!"
…
When Xie Yang went downstairs with his suitcase the next day, he found that Qiu Xing hadn't left the house early and was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast.
He put down his suitcase and sat across from Qiu Xing, and asked, "Are you going to take me to the airport?"
"No time." Qiu Xing finished his last mouthful of porridge, wiped his mouth with a napkin, got up and left.
Xie Yang followed.
At the entrance, Qiu Xing changed his shoes and put on his coat. Just as he was about to reach out for his gloves and scarf, he stretched out with one hand what he wanted. He glanced sideways at Xie Yang, took the gloves and scarf, and said, "I'm leaving." He said he was about to pull the door.
Xie Yang held down Qiu Xing's shoulder.
Qiu Xing stopped, squeezed his hand at the door, turned his back to Xie Yang, and asked in a cold and detached tone: "Xie Yang, are you... do you really treat me as your husband?"
Xie Yang emptied all his abilities, separated his clothes, and left two slow-releasing power balls in Qiu Xing's heart and brain respectively. Then he retracted his hand, looked at Qiu Xing's back, and smiled silently. Said: "No, I treat you as the landlord."
Qiu Xing turned his head back, his eyebrows tucked into lumps, his expression gloomy and ferocious.
"With a very important person. I have been taken care of and favored by you since I came here, and I am very grateful to you." Xie Yang added, looking straight into the eyes of Xie Xing, "Xie Xing, if our cooperation time limit is based on you The lifespan of the person shall prevail, then I hope that we can continue to cooperate."
Qiu Xing was startled slightly, and then avoided Xie Yang's sight as if it were so hot, his lips moved, but in the end he didn't say anything, he unscrewed the door and walked out.
…
The script prepared by Xie Yang for the "Reincarnation" micro-film is very detailed and comprehensive. From the plot, scenes, lines, to everyone's makeup, belongings, and speech accents, he made detailed settings and even painted them. A lot of scene graphs and person design graphs have been added.
Thanks to his meticulousness, the filming of this micro-film, which was finally named "Doomsale", went very smoothly, and the shots were extremely realistic, as if there were really such a group of people in such a bad situation. It’s the same as struggling to survive in the last days.
Ke Lan hasn't been in acting class in the past few months. His performance is very good, and he has captured the feeling of Xie Yang's request.
In less than twenty minutes of the plot, everyone went to many places in city c, and it took seven days to complete the filming.
When the last shot came out, Dong Zhong was about to kneel to Xie Yang, and said, "Isn't you really a screenwriter in college? This script is really... If the plot is expanded, it can be used as a formal script to make a big movie on the big screen. "
Xie Yang smiled and did not answer Dong Zhong's words.
That night, Xie Yang said goodbye to the crew and returned to city b.
When the taxi arrived at Jinghe Garden, it was already ten o'clock. Xie Yang took Wu's underwater vehicle and unexpectedly discovered that there was no power failure at home.
He took out his mobile phone and looked at it. He frowned after making sure that it was not the weekend. He handed his luggage to Wu Shui and walked quickly towards the villa.
There was a strange car parked in front of the villa, Xie Yang glanced over there, stepped up the steps in two steps, and directly opened the door with the key and entered the house.
In the living room, Qiu Xingyao sat on the solo sofa, holding a cup of steamed tea in his hand, his face expressionless. Opposite Qiu Xing, an old man and a young man were sitting side by side. The old man was talking politely while the young man was playing with his mobile phone indifferently.
"Axing, your mother is confused, are you confused? Yes, you are sick, but this does not prevent you from leaving offspring for the enemy. That Feng Qinglin has already separated from you, really not It's worth your kindness to him. You listen to what your uncle said, and while your health is still good, hurry up and find a woman, give birth to a child, and save yourself some blood."
Qiu Xing said: "Uncle, I have no plans to stay."
"You can't give up on yourself! After you don't stay, do you think that the enemy will end up in Feng Qinglin's hands? The enemy's so many side relatives, especially that Qiu Jingbang, Feng Qinglin's fro Who of them?"
The old man sighed suddenly when he said this, and said: "I know, you don't want to drag the girl of good people. That's better. I will help you find a surrogacy. Axing, you think about it. After you stay, you Dad can feel more at ease if he knows."