At the end of the opening recording, all the guests were arranged to rest in the same lounge, the purpose is to get familiar with everyone as soon as possible.
Zhou Yanqing stood outside the door, staring intently at Song Yu's talking and smiling side face. He looked very active and chatted happily with everyone, and he couldn't tell that he was a patient with severe depression at all.
"What are you thinking about?" Gao Lei touched Zhou Yanqing's arm.
"No, brother Lei, do you have something to order?" Zhou Yan looked away lightly.
The word "Brother Lei" made Gao Lei feel refreshed, and the expression on his face instantly changed from arrogance to kindness towards his younger generation. He tore a page from the notepad in his hand and handed it to Zhou Yanqing: "The program team has arranged for two cameras to follow Mr. Song, and a living assistant who is responsible for Mr. Song's daily arrangements. This is their phone number. You keep it, you will use it."
Zhou Yanqing took it with both hands, and thanked him sincerely. He was going to ask for the number when everyone got together soon, but Gao Lei had already got it back.
After a short break, everyone immediately set off to City B, and continued to shoot even during the boring driving. Reality shows want to create the most authentic atmosphere for the audience, so they have to use very documentary shooting techniques, except for bathing and sleeping, the stars almost have to move under the camera all the time.
In order to ensure the weight of Song Yu's program, Dafeng and Song Yu were arranged in a car, and the remaining three guests were in a car. The guests took a seven-seater commercial vehicle. Zhou Yanqing originally thought that Meng Shiping and Song Yu would be in the car, so he consciously walked to the bus assigned to other personnel by the program crew.
Meng Shiping raised his chin in Song Yu's direction, and said softly to Zhou Yan: "You follow Teacher Song."
Zhou Yan lightly pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth, said "OK" and turned around.
Dafeng and Song Yu sat in the last row, and Zhou Yanqing got into the car last, sitting next to Dafeng's assistant Cheng Qing behind the driver.
He greeted Dafeng politely, and handed over two brand-new car neck pillows: "Maybe Teacher Dafeng can use it."
Dafeng took the neck pillow and thanked him again and again, jokingly said: "Mr. Song, are you also picky about choosing assistants in your studio? If you praise Xiao Zhou's appearance, he will not be far from his debut."
Song Yu raised his eyes and stared at Zhou Yanqing's side face. Not only did he have delicate features, but he also had a bookish air, which was good-looking but not aggressive. He thought of Han Jin for no reason. Han Jin was also very handsome, but his brows and eyes were sharp and his eyes were deep. It was the kind of appearance that made people feel distanced and aggressive. In the year "The Road is Long" was released, Han Jin was also selected by a website as the 36th among the "100 Most Handsome Faces in the Asia-Pacific Region".
Zhou Yanqing felt that Song Yu was watching him all the time, and couldn't help but glance back. The moment the two people's eyes met, Song Yu turned his head with a slight smile, and answered Dafeng: "If Xiao Zhou comes to film, my Jobs are lost."
Although it was a joke, Zhou Yanqing's cheeks were still hot, and his pretended hesitation became real. The cool autumn wind blew into the car, blowing Song Yu's deep and shallow laughter, which lingered in Zhou Yanqing's ears for a long time.
A few jokes eased the atmosphere, followed by the high-spirited "Let's go!" The driver started the car and caught up with the leading bus.
There are small cameras installed on the car, and Zhou Yan counted them lightly. There are six in one car.
Cheng Qing thought that he was not used to it, so he explained friendlyly: "Don't worry, even if the two of us are photographed, they won't be cut into the feature film."
Zhou Yan smiled lightly to express his gratitude, but did not explain that he had filmed short films in school, and was often on the set during his two years of work, so it was not that he was not used to cameras.
Dafeng is a witty and humorous person, and he is also very good at leading topics. Along the way, Song Yu chatted with him heartily, and the reality show soon turned into an indoor talk show.
It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at the small county town below City B, which was about the same time as on the shooting schedule, and it took about an hour to drive from the county town to Wanhu Village. The four-hour drive is not too long, but the guests who have been moving under the camera with a high degree of concentration are all listless.
The program team took this into consideration, and the filming schedule arranged for a two-hour rest at the hotel, and then departed at four o'clock, arriving at Wanhu Village at around five o'clock, and the official shooting began for three nights and two days after entering the village.
The convoy stopped at a three-star hotel in the county seat. When checking in at the front desk, a small assistant complained in a low voice about the poor environment of the hotel. City B is a third-tier city, and it is a county seat under its jurisdiction. This hotel is already the best hotel in the county.
Zhou Yanqing was used to seeing big and small stars with bigger tempers than famous ones in this circle, so he didn't think it was unusual, so he went upstairs holding his room card.
After opening the door, Zhou Yanqing pushed the suitcase into the room for Song Yu.
Meng Shiping leaned against the door frame and said: "Go to sleep for a while, the three of us are in the next room, call me if you need something."
Song Yu had some headaches since the morning, and he gritted his teeth and endured it all the way, but it didn't get better after getting out of the car, but it got worse, and the pain made him feel a little nauseous. He stopped holding on, and nodded.
Zhou Yan glanced worriedly at the stretched veins on Song Yu's forehead, took out the thermos cup from his bag and put it on the table, and said softly, "Mr. Song, you drink the water in this cup, it's warm. The cup is new."
Song Yu raised the corners of his mouth, tried his best to smile and replied, "Okay, thank you."
The door closed with a "click", and Song Yu couldn't bear it anymore and fell down on the sofa. After sitting silently for a few minutes with his hands on his forehead, the dense needle-like pain in his head was slightly relieved.
He got up and opened the suitcase and took out a black storage bag, which contained his antidepressants. In fact, no matter whether it is physically or psychologically, past life or present life, he is very resistant to these drugs, because they make him have a strong drug dependence like smoking/drugs.
Moreover, he always believed that the only side effects of these drugs were serious effects, making him drowsy, dull, and lethargic, which seriously affected his working state. In the morning, he was afraid that he would be mentally ill after taking the medicine, so he stopped the medicine without authorization. As a result, the withdrawal reaction came very quickly, and the headache that has lasted since the morning made him feel miserable.
Enduring the headache and taking out the medicine, Song Yu glanced at the two bottles of mineral water side by side on the table, and finally picked up the thermos.
The scented tea in the cup has been stuffy all morning, and the aroma of the tea has become stronger. Song laughed sullenly. He thought that the little assistant thought that the scented tea would have some effect on calming the nerves, so he prepared it specially. If scented tea worked, there would be no need for pills, but Song Yu didn't want to let down the kindness of his little assistant, so he took the medicine with tea.
The taste is a little sour, with a light rose aroma, and the taste is much better than pure water.
After more than ten minutes, I don't know whether the drug had an effect or my own psychological effect. Anyway, the headache was gone, but he started to feel dizzy. Song Yu leaned on the single sofa and only planned to take a rest for a while.
"Dong dong dong", there was a rapid knock on the door, and Song Yu opened his sleepy eyes only to realize that he had fallen asleep at some point.
Already leaving
He pinched the bridge of his nose to force himself to wake up, and then opened the door. However, what appeared in front of him was not the carpeted corridor of the hotel, nor his assistant or agent. What he opened was his own door, and he was standing at the entrance.
Before recovering from the shock, a strong thrust forced him to stagger into the living room, and then he looked up and saw a person hanging from a climbing rope on the dazzling chandelier in the living room. No, to be precise, it was a pair of dry bones covered under the suit, gently swaying with the bleak autumn wind blowing in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Song Yu's eyes were hot, and he recognized that the skeleton was his own.
All of a sudden, the outside was covered with dark clouds, and it became gloomy, and the strong wind wrapped in fallen leaves and flying sand whistled in through the wide-open French windows. The chandelier began to shake with the violent wind, and the crumbling skeleton also shook violently. The weathered climbing rope was so fragile that it broke from the knot, and the desolate skeleton fell down, and it was about to be scattered on the ground.
Song Yu subconsciously rushed forward, at least, he wanted to maintain his last dignity.
The moment he fell down, his arm bumped into something sharp, and a heart-rending pain spread from his elbow to his limbs. Song Yu suddenly opened his eyes, and found that he was lying on the floor of the hotel room, the small coffee table was overturned on the ground, and there were knocks on the door and anxious inquiries at the same time.
"Teacher Song, what's wrong with you? Teacher Song, what happened?" Zhou Yan's soft voice.
Song Yu supported the sofa and sat up, panting heavily and rubbing his numb fingers.
It turned out to be just a nightmare, a brand new dream.
The knock on the door was still ringing, Song Yu straightened his wrinkled coat, put away the fear on his face, and opened the door.
Zhou Yanqing stood outside the door, frowning, his worry was palpable, seeing Song Yu opened the door, he said anxiously: "Teacher Song, are you okay, I heard the sound of something falling to the ground."
Song Yu's right hand on the doorknob tightened, and he pretended to answer relaxedly: "Accidentally knocked over the small coffee table."
"Huh, I was scared to death." Zhou Yan let out a heavy breath.
He listened to the audio book with headphones on in the room just now, and fell asleep without knowing it. Then he had a nightmare, dreaming that he saw Song Yu standing on the edge of the cliff and falling down with his foot in the air. Before he could recover from the startled state, he heard the sound of the glass breaking in the next room .
He knocked on the door for a long time and there was no response. He thought that something happened to Song Yu, and his hands hidden in his sleeves were still shaking.
Song Yu's haze was swept away by the little assistant. He looked at his watch, and it was almost two o'clock, so he said, "Let's go soon?"
"Well, meet in the lobby in ten minutes."
"Then you come in first."
Zhou Yanqing followed Song Yu into the room, and the small coffee table in the room fell over, and a glass was also broken. There were several pieces of broken glass on the floor, and Song Yu's suitcase was spread out on the ground. Without further ado, Zhou Yanqing helped the coffee table up, picked up the broken glass on the ground and wrapped it in paper towels.
"Mr. Song, may I help you put the suitcase away?"
Just getting out of the nightmare, Song Yu was still a little drowsy, he closed his eyes and subconsciously said "hmm".
After being dull for two seconds, he remembered his medicine, and when he looked up, he saw Zhou Yanqing holding his black storage bag and seemed to be rummaging for something? Song Yu immediately got up and snatched the bag from Zhou Yanqing's hand, and said sharply, "Don't move this one."
The metal zipper on the bag scratched the back of Zhou Yanqing's hand heavily, and he was stunned for a moment when he realized that he might have touched Song Yu's more private items.
"Sorry, I just wanted to put it away for you."
Song Yu looked down at the storage bag in his hand, the zipper was well zipped, there was no rummaging at all, everything was his own overreaction. At the same time, he also saw a bright red scratch on the back of Zhou Yanqing's hand, which was extremely glaring on the back of his white hand.
Song Yu felt a little regretful, he threw the storage bag on the sofa to see the wound on the back of Zhou Yanqing's hand.
"What are you doing?" Song Yu was interrupted by a voice, it was Meng Shiping.
Seeing that the door was ajar, he opened it directly. When he opened the door, he saw Song Yu and Zhou Yanqing confronting each other silently. He leaned against the door frame and said, "Let's go."
Zhou Yan rubbed the hot back of his hands lightly, picked up the suitcase neatly, and replied, "It's already packed."
Song Yu lowered his hands and said to Meng Shiping: "I broke a cup, you ask Gao Lei to go down to the front desk, and we will pay for it alone."
Meng Shiping nodded. Just as he turned around, the cell phone in his pocket rang. He glanced at the caller and couldn't help but become nervous.
"You guys go first, I'll answer the phone."