Su Han looked at the phone that fell to the ground, suspecting that she had just had a dream. It was not night but daytime, she was not at home but at the company, and she had not called Xia Yitong.
She poured herself a glass of water to calm herself.
He bent down and picked up the phone on the ground. The screen was not broken, it was just hung up. He checked the call records with wide eyes and called Xia Yitong.
"Say it again."
Xia Yitong said: "Lu Yinbing and I are in love. She took the initiative to propose it."
Su Han was still a little dizzy, but when he calmed down, he felt a sense of pride that "you are worthy of being my artist": "You are really good, you can actually win the title of the best actress in the Lu family, so you can secretly use the luxurious golden thigh to get in through the back door?"
Xia Yitong frowned: "Sister Su Han, is this what a manager would say? Shouldn't you advise me to focus on my career and not fall in love?"
Su Han calmly asked back: "Is my advice of you any use? You are almost going crazy."
Xia Yitong said: "It's useless."
Su Han: "That's it. Why should I waste my breath? Mineral water is also quite expensive."
She was so "righteous" that Xia Yitong refused to give in: "Don't you have any ideas?"
"You know what I'm going to say."
"Be careful not to get photographed."
"Okay." Su Han swallowed the heavy news and planned to digest it later. She glanced at the time on the alarm clock on the bedside table and asked, "Can you spare some time in the next two days? Elle is going to shoot the cover. I'll give them a specific time so they can arrange a photographer and stylist."
"This..." Xia Yitong was in a dilemma. She happened to be free these two days. On the one hand, she had been looking forward to going back to meet Lu Yinbing for a long time. On the other hand, the magazine could not wait for anyone. She did not want to give the other party the impression that she was a big shot, and she would not lie to Su Han.
Su Han: "Why? Is it difficult to ask for leave from the crew? Tell the director that you are going to shoot "ELLE", he will definitely let you go."
"No," Xia Yitong gritted her teeth and said, "I finished the filming ahead of time and have two days free. You can make an appointment for tomorrow. I will book the earliest flight back to City B. What about Cenxi? Does she have a schedule?"
"Her?" Su Han sneered. "She was just a little hot just now. It's good enough that she's on the list. She can come whenever we want her to shoot. Stop worrying about other people. You have so many things to do. Just focus on shooting for magazines and filming. Don't worry about other things."
"I'm just worried that you'll be tired, sister." Xia Yitong said coquettishly.
"Don't give me that," Su Han's mouth curled up, "Go to bed."
"You go to sleep first. I still need to chat with Teacher Lu."
Su Han: “…”
It hurts my heart. After some calculations, I found out that her last partner was ten years ago. Both the man and the woman have almost forgotten about him.
After hanging up the phone, Xia Yitong sent a WeChat message to Lu Yinbing - I suddenly received a new job. I have to go back to City B tomorrow, so I probably won’t be able to go there until the day after tomorrow [sigh]
Lu Yinbing finished work late as usual. He didn't reply to her message and sent a video directly after taking a shower.
In the picture, Lu Yinbing was sitting on the bed, brushing her hair, and asked, "What's the job? Advertising endorsement?"
Xia Yitong looked worried: "No, it's the cover of Elle magazine, November issue."
Lu Yinbing smiled, put down the towel and applauded her: "Great!"
Xia Yitong was embarrassed by her: "It's a double seal."
Lu Yinbing still clapped his hands: "That's also very impressive."
Xia Yitong said shyly: "It's just so-so. My agent fought for it for me. It took a lot of effort."
Lu Yinbing bowed his head and said thoughtfully, "Although I shot their anniversary issue two months ago, they took the initiative to find me."
Xia Yitong curled her lips: "..."
Lu Yinbing looked up at the ceiling: "Although I unlocked the 'Five Major Magazines' ten years ago, they were all single covers, and it seems that I have shot them all this year."
Xia Yitong was like a deflated ball: "..."
Lu Yinbing looked at her wonderful expression and smiled: "I don't mean to insult you, I'm just encouraging you."
Xia Yitong nodded and bowed: "Thank you."
Lu Yinbing's eyes lit up with surprise: "Hey! Your Beijing accent is almost indistinguishable from the real thing."
Xia Yitong smiled at her, his small white teeth looked very bright and beautiful under the light, but he looked a little silly: "I can't learn one ten-thousandth of what you can do. You are a pearl of history, a treasure of mankind, more colorful than the Dunhuang murals." When it came to the word "er", Xia Yitong's tongue stuttered.
I also learned to be talkative.
Lu Yinbing was so angry that she wanted to rush over to her and grab her head, and then she said, "Your pronunciation here is really not very good."
"I would also like to ask Mr. Lu for more guidance."
"Okay, okay." Lu Yinbing waved his hand generously.
After the two of them chatted and laughed for a while, Xia Yitong rested his chin on the pillow, hugged his arms on both sides of the pillow, and became dejected again: "But if this happens, I won't be able to see you tomorrow."
Lu Yinbing comforted her: "It's only one day late. Work is more important."
"I know work is important, but... but..." Xia Yitong's eyes were red, "I've been looking forward to seeing you for a long time."
Lu Yinbing held up the iPad and slowly moved closer, so that his 360-degree view filled the entire screen. Not even a hair could be seen. Lu Yinbing's mouth opened and closed below the screen: "Do you see it now? Did you look carefully?"
No matter how good-looking a face is, it won't look much better at this mysterious angle. Even if Xia Yitong's filter is ten feet thick, he has to admit that it is really funny.
She burst into laughter, and called out helplessly and coquettishly: "Teacher Lu~"
Lu Yinbing moved the camera away, raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, are you happy now?"
Xia Yitong nodded.
Lu Yinbing urged her: "Go to bed quickly, you have to catch a plane tomorrow."
"I'm asleep." Xia Yitong pulled the quilt up to cover her chest.
We said good night to each other and turned off the video.
Xia Yitong checked the flights from Jiuzhaigou Huanglong Airport to Beijing and found that there were only flights in the afternoon. He didn't know what to say for a moment, so he had to drive to Chengdu first and fly from Chengdu to Beijing.
Lu Yinbing ran around in Xia Yitong's dream all night. When Xia Yitong woke up in the morning, she was dazed for a long time before coming back to reality. She sent a message to Fang Wei, asking her to come in and help pack her luggage.
At seven o'clock in the morning, Xia Yitong left Jiuzhaigou by car, and took a flight from Shuangliu Airport in the afternoon. He arrived in Beijing at five o'clock, met up with Su Han who was waiting at the airport, and went straight to the studio.
The appointment with the magazine was at 7pm, and they finally arrived at 6pm. The studio was very quiet, most people had gone out to eat. The photographer was a blond foreigner, dressed fashionably, sitting on a chair with his head down playing with his phone. The stylist was in the dressing room, Xia Yitong knocked on the door and went in, looking exhausted, and immediately put his hands together and said, "Sorry to have kept you waiting."
The stylist was in her thirties, with a thin waist and narrow hips, pigtails, and a feminine, youthful appearance. When she smiled, she looked very charming. She whispered softly, "It's okay, there's still plenty of time."
Xia Yitong bowed again, and when she turned her head, she found that there was another person in the room. That person was sitting on a small stool next to the dressing room. He was wearing a simple sweatshirt and trousers. He was not very noticeable, and at first glance, he was thought to be a staff member.
Xia Yitong took a look, then turned away and looked over again. Hiss, this person seemed a little familiar.
When she walked over, the man stood up and extended his hand to her, saying slowly, "Hello, I'm Cen, Cen, Cen Xi."
Xia Yitong was puzzled. Why didn't Sister Su Han tell her that Cen Xi was a stutterer? Was he a real stutterer or a fake one? If he was a real stutterer, how could he film a movie? Why was he a fake stutterer
It was the first time she had seen such a person in the circle, and she was a little slow to respond. When she was about to introduce herself, Cen Xi spoke again, "With you, for a magazine shoot."
No matter how many doubts there were, it was none of Xia Yitong's business, so she responded calmly: "Hello, I'm Xia Yitong, it's a pleasure to work with you."
Cen Xi said: "It's a pleasure to cooperate. Yes, I'm sorry."
Is he apologizing for taking advantage of her popularity? Xia Yitong said calmly, "It's okay, we are all from the same company." Even though she knew that this matter might have nothing to do with Cen Xi, she still had a grudge and didn't want to make friends with her. She was not a prime minister and couldn't hold a boat in her stomach.
Cen Xi's eyes darkened.
The stylist scratched his head, wondering why someone who was fine just now suddenly stuttered, and stuttered like a real stutterer. Hey, this is really strange.
Xia Yitong pointed to a chair in front of the makeup mirror and asked the stylist, "Should I sit here later?"
"Yes."
"Thank you." Xia Yitong sat down.
Cen Xi lowered her head and sat next to her. They had two stylists working on their styling. The stylist went out to call his junior fellow student, leaving Xia Yitong and Cen Xi alone in the room.
Cen Xi turned around: "Xia, Teacher."
"Hello." Xia Yitong looked back politely.
She took out a marker from her sweatshirt pocket and handed it to Xia Yitong, saying earnestly: "I am your fan. Please, please sign for me, okay?"
Xia Yitong looked into her eyes and started talking to her in one breath. He didn't stop until he finished a sentence, and he almost suffocated himself.
"Thank you, where do I sign?" Xia Yitong asked after taking a quick breath to replenish her oxygen.
Cen Xi came over, lifted up his sweatshirt, and turned his back to her to reveal the white T-shirt underneath, "Sign, sign, sign..."
Xia Yitong was so anxious that she quickly answered, "Sign the back of the clothes?"
Cen Xi nodded.
Xia Yitong signed for her in a flamboyant manner and helped her put down her clothes: "Okay."
The two stylists came in together and saw Xia Yitong sitting on a chair, with Cen Xi facing away from her, presumably sitting in each other's arms. They looked at each other, covered their mouths with their hands and giggled reservedly, and then retreated tacitly.