For the next two days, Han Jin did not come to the company again because of his work. Meng Shiping decided on the script selected by Gao Tong. The start-up time was one month later. Gao Tong also read the script at home and recited his lines with peace of mind, and did not come to the company again.
Meng Shiping and Song Yu regained their former harmony, as if the tit-for-tat confrontation that day did not exist, but Zhou Yanqing could tell that Meng Shiping was somewhat uncomfortable, and he rarely set foot in Song Yu's office except for necessary communication.
Two days later in the morning, the underground parking lot of the Twin Towers.
Zhou Yan stopped the car lightly, Song Yu got out of the car and closed the door, and when he looked up, he saw a familiar figure waving at him across two parking spaces.
Han Jin seemed to have just arrived, he took off his mask and waved to Song Yu from the air, and said loudly: "Brother Song, good morning!" As he spoke, he walked over.
Song Yu smiled and said hello, and glanced behind Han Jin.
Han Jin understood, and explained with a smile: "Brother Chen Ming is sick and resting at home. I came here by myself today."
Song Yu nodded, and asked again: "Brother Tong hasn't come to the company recently, who will give you lessons?"
"I'm thinking about it myself." Han Jin shrugged, glanced at Zhou Yan with his eyes, and said, "Why don't you give me two lessons, Brother Song?"
Song Yu replied while walking: "Yes."
"Really?" Han Jin was very surprised, with two sword eyebrows raised high.
He had mentioned this matter before, but was rejected twice by Song Yu. He was afraid that talking too much would annoy the other party, so he didn't bring it up again. He didn't expect Song Yu to agree to it just by saying it casually today.
Zhou Yan followed behind the two silently, his mind wandering, until Han Jin patted him on the shoulder before he realized that he had walked into the elevator.
"What's wrong with Brother Zhou? Didn't sleep well?"
"Ah, no." Zhou Yan smiled politely.
Han Jin took out a box of small things from the backpack he carried with him, and handed it to Zhou Yanqing: "Brother Zhou should wake up very early every day to pick up Brother Song for work, these are mints for refreshing, you keep them Bar."
Zhou Yanqing took the candy box, thanked him, and said, "Fortunately, I live nearby."
Han Jin smiled lightly and didn't ask any more questions, but Song Yu looked at it coldly.
Not long after entering the company, Song Yu really went to the practice room to teach Han Jin. Zhou Yanqing was very bored in the office by himself, so he wandered around the hall several times.
Monica bumped into Zhou Yanqing when she was sending documents to the finance department, and she joked, "Xiao Zhou, how many times have you wandered outside the practice room all morning."
"No, no, I have nothing to do, so I'll come out for a walk, do you need any help?" Zhou Yanqing denied in a panic.
Monica glanced at the practice room with closed doors and windows, and couldn't bear to tease Zhou Yan anymore, she said: "I have a few documents to copy, how about you help me?"
"Okay." Zhou Yanqing readily agreed, suppressing the restlessness in her heart and the shame of being exposed.
If he hadn't bumped into Monica, he would still be able to deceive himself and find an excuse of "walking around bored". After being pointed out bluntly, he could no longer deceive himself. He was not actually bored, he was just in a panic, when he thought of Song Yu concentrating on giving Han Jin an acting class in the closed practice room, his hands and feet would not be controlled by his brain, and he could not help wandering outside the practice room .
After copying the documents for Monica, Zhou Yan entered the office listlessly with his head down. As soon as he sat down, the door of the office opened from the outside, and Meng Shiping and Han Jin walked in one after the other.
"Xiao Zhou, come in." Meng Shiping glanced at him and said.
Song Yu came back when he left just now
"Okay." Zhou Yan responded lightly, and followed Meng Shiping into the office with doubts.
Sure enough, Song Yu had already returned, leaning on the sofa as usual with a book on his lap. Zhou Yan lightly relied on the two people in front of him to block him, and his direct eyes darted unscrupulously around Song Yu. Although he had seen this scene many times, his heart still trembled every time he saw him, and he couldn't help but think, If Song Yu was not a star but went to study, his life should be much smoother.
"What's the matter?" Song Yu raised his eyes and looked at the three people standing in a row in puzzlement.
Meng Shiping replied: "Just now Han Jin received a call. The magazine cover shoot that was originally scheduled for three days later was temporarily changed to this afternoon because of the photographer's schedule. Chen Ming happened to be ill, so Han Jin wanted Xiao Zhou to take over temporarily. His half-day assistant."
He looked at Song Yu's expression, and added, "It's not a complicated job, Xiao Zhou can do it."
Song Yu put down the book and asked, "Can't it be changed to tomorrow?"
Han Jin looked distressed and explained: "This photographer is Japanese. It seems that something happened to his family. He has to rush back to Japan tomorrow, so he can only change the time to this afternoon. If Brother Zhou has something to do in the afternoon If I'm busy, I'll let Chen Ming come over."
Song Yu was a little hesitant, at this time Zhou Yanqing took the initiative to stand up and said: "Mr. Song, I have nothing to do in the afternoon anyway, it should be fine if I just drive."
The corners of Han Jin's tense mouth suddenly lifted, and he breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "Thank you, Brother Zhou."
Since Zhou Yanqing himself said so, it would be too much of a fuss for Song Yu to object.
He nodded in agreement, but said another sentence: "If you get off work late, you don't have to come to the company to pick me up."
Today Han Jin drove over by himself, Zhou Yan walked to the driver's seat consciously, Han Jin threw the car key in his hand, and said with a smile: "I'll just drive, Brother Zhou, you mainly support me in the afternoon , Our profession likes to pick up the high and step down the low, if I go alone, I will inevitably be despised."
Zhou Yan understood lightly: "If there is anything you need me to do, just ask, you can just treat me as an assistant today."
"How dare I do that." Han Jin laughed loudly, "Teacher Song is reluctant to order you around."
Zhou Yan smiled lightly, and unconsciously tightened his hands in the cotton coat. Han Jin was tall and handsome, and his smile was contagious, but he could feel the deep meaning behind the other party's smile.
Han Jin is a person who is very good at chatting, and the two chatted along the way to a large studio.
Stopping the car, both of them got out of the car.
Han Jin glanced at Zhou Yanqing's backpack, which he never left, and said, "If you don't have anything you have to take with you, put the bag in the car. There are many people in the shed, and if you don't pay attention, you may not be able to find it." arrive."
After he finished speaking, he put his bag in the trunk first. Zhou Yanqing hesitated and put it in. Only the notebook is the most important thing in the bag, but if he shows too much concern, it will attract the other party's attention.
As soon as Han Jin entered the studio, he was ushered into the dressing room. It could be seen that this afternoon's shooting was indeed temporarily adjusted, and everyone was working efficiently with sullen faces.
As Han Jin said, his existence is to support the scene, and there is no need to do extra things. During the make-up period, Han Jin only asked him to help get a bottle of purified water, and he spent the rest of the time playing with his mobile phone idly.
Nearly an hour later, a male staff member suddenly pushed the door and poked his head in: "There is a big and heavy shooting prop, can someone be free to help?"
There are several people in the dressing room, but apart from Han Jin and Song Yu, there are only two female make-up artists and two female costume artists. Of course, it is not easy for women to do this.
Han Jin's makeup looks like it won't be ready for a while, so Zhou Yan stood up lightly and said, "I'll go."
"Okay." Han Jin replied.
Five minutes after Zhou Yanqing left, Han Jin's mobile phone on the table vibrated suddenly. It was Chen Ming who called. He said that a document might have been left in Han Jin's car and asked him to help find it.
Chen Ming's tone was anxious, Han Jin didn't dare to delay, and went to the parking lot with his half-blown hairstyle. He rummaged around in the car but couldn't find it, and finally found the "property certificate" that Chen Ming wanted in his bag.
After finding the document and taking a photo, Han Jin was about to close the trunk when his eyes fell on Zhou Yanqing's backpack and he paused.
This bag has been washed and faded, and it looks a bit shabby, but Zhou Yanqing cherishes it very much, not only keeps taking it with him everywhere, even reluctant to put it on the ground when recording programs on the island.
Han Jin raised a mocking smile, glanced around and stretched out his hand to open Zhou Yanqing's backpack. The zipper head and chain teeth rubbed against each other and made a soft "Zi La" sound, which was special in the quiet parking lot. unexpected.
Apart from masks, handkerchiefs and other small items in the bag, there was only a thick soft leather notebook. Han Jin took out a few pages and found that each page was filled with dense Chinese characters. Judging from the content, it should be reading notes. And some screenwriting inspiration.
After turning a few more pages, a piece of A4 paper folded in half fell out from between the papers and floated to the ground.
Han Jin picked up the paper and spread it out. It was a drug test report.
"Interesting..." Han Jin rubbed the report card with his fingers, and murmured in a low voice, his slightly narrowed eyes gleamed strangely.
He eagerly stretched out his hand to rummage through it, and found a drug bottle from a compartment, which contained only one dose. There were three kinds of drugs in total, two were capsules, and one was a small round tablet.
Han Jin's face was glowing yellow with excitement. He squinted his eyes and was about to look through his notebook again when his cell phone rang again. It was Chen Ming calling, asking him if he had found the "Proof of Assets".
"I found it, you put it in my bag." Han Jin replied.
"That's good, you are in the studio, I'll go get it now." Chen Ming said on the other end of the phone.
"Don't come here now. If you're not in a hurry, I'll send it to you at night." Han Jin hurriedly stopped him. In fact, Chen Ming was not sick at all. He had been rushing about buying a house for the past two days, so he simply asked Chen Ming to take a few days off to deal with his personal affairs with peace of mind. .
"Don't worry, your side is going well."
"Smooth, very smooth." Han Jin smiled playfully, then hung up the phone.
It wasn't too long before he came out, so he quickly took a photo of the test report and the medicine in the distribution box, and then returned the things to the original place and closed the trunk.
Today's cover shoot was actually negotiated yesterday. The reason why he went to the company in the morning to play a scene with all his might was because he wanted to use a reasonable reason to bring Zhou Yanqing out alone.
It's just that he didn't expect that his plan not only went extremely smoothly, but also had unexpected gains...
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Han Jin didn't see the important content. I don't know if everyone still remembers it. Xiao Zhou kept an eye out. Not only did he use an old notebook, but he also recorded it from the last page forward.
The most important content can only be seen by Xiao Song.