Liang Sizhe was lying on the side of the washbasin, holding cold water and pouring it on his face. He felt that he was drinking too much, and his head was very dizzy. He wanted to try his best to wake up.
The producer chattered in his ear: "My ancestor, I beg you, go and apologize to President Yu, and have two drinks with him, right? After all, you are a junior, and you are with him. A forty-year-old big boss slapped his face, and he couldn't hang his face."
Liang Sizhe kept silent, continued to take a handful of water and splashed it on his face.
The producer hurriedly said: "You give me the right words, Si Zhe, don't be silent, it's not easy for us to make this film so far, we've survived so many difficulties, and we're just about the last one, so let's bow our heads and admit it. A mistake, isn't it?"
"The hard work of hundreds of people in the crew can't be lost just because you just dropped this cup."
"What do you think it's good for us to stay in such a stalemate? Mr. Yu has a high position in the film and television circle. If he fails to return tonight, if he talks in his social circle, our film will be over, and no one dares to vote. By then, it will be too late, millions of dollars have been spent, what do you do once it's over?"
"Just a bottle of wine, just close your eyes and drink it, you don't have to say anything, I'll tell you, okay ancestor?"
Liang Sizhe turned off the faucet, stood up slowly on the sink, raised his hand and wiped the water on his face.
The producer wanted to say something else, but he quickly fell silent when he saw his face was bad.
"Just a bottle of wine?" Liang Sizhe raised his eyes and glanced at the person behind him in the mirror, "Brother Hua, do you know why I threw the glass just now?"
"I," the producer stopped talking for a second, then quickly picked up, "I know, it's really his fault, but if you think about it, he doesn't necessarily mean it, he might just want to hold your hand Let you drink that glass of wine and have nothing else to think about."
Liang Sizhe laughed, and a short low hum leaked from his nose, which sounded a bit sarcastic.
The producer may also feel that this sentence is a bit clumsy, and he can't hold on to his face, so he added a sentence to himself: "Si Zhe, you still see too little, you will know it after a few more years of experience, how normal this is. It's a good thing that someone likes you, you don't know what's wrong, and don't think you can sit back and relax when the audience holds you. How much money does the audience have?" How many movie tickets can they give you? Whoever has money in this circle is the father, listen to me, do you know how Mr. Yu told me before he came? He said that as long as you are happy to serve him, He will put in as much money as the film costs, it's not over yet, as long as it's your film in the future, he'll put in all the money without blinking..."
Liang Sizhe's anger was aroused by him, his brows were furrowed, he turned around and was about to raise his hand to pull the producer's collar, but saw Cao Ye standing at the door at some point. He was slightly stunned, but Cao Ye had already walked in and kicked the producer hard on the waist.
The producer was enjoying his words when suddenly "Ouch", he staggered back two steps, covered his lower back and turned back angrily, "Who are you?"
"Who are you?" Cao Ye stared at him, took two steps forward to approach him, raised his hand and grabbed the producer's collar, "Director?"
The young man in front of him frowned, his imposing manner was overwhelming, and he was half a head taller than himself. The producer saw that the visitor was not good, and bluffed: "You, don't mess around, this hotel has security and surveillance, and you who beat people are breaking the law. do you know?"
"Let the actor go to toast and invest, you are also worthy of being a director?" Cao Ye squeezed his collar and pushed him against the wall, slamming his back against the wall with force.
The producer boasted that he had seen the world, and tried his best to remain calm: "If you have something to say, don't do it first. Are you Liang Sizhe's friend or a fan?"
Cao Ye grabbed his neck again and shoved him against the wall: "You don't care what he is."
"Okay, I won't ask this. Since you help him, it means it's for his own good. Let me ask you, do you know that we have no money to make this film halfway through? If we can't make it, we can only change the script. To change the set, we have worked so hard for several months in the filming work, and there is only one last step left, what do you think we can do if we don’t pull in investment?”
Cao Ye looked at him coldly: "Then you can accompany the wine yourself."
"Me?" The producer pointed to himself and said with a wry smile, "I want to slap on my old face to accompany the wine, but the big boss sees me disgusting."
"Which big boss?" Cao Ye grabbed his collar and dragged him out of the bathroom, "Take me to meet you."
"Don't make a mess, Si Zhe," the producer stepped back, afraid that tonight's dinner party would be really messed up by him, his throat was hurt by the neckline, he coughed twice, and turned to Liang Sizhe for help. "Si Zhe, stop him."
Cao Ye didn't listen, so he pulled him out involuntarily. Seeing that he kept going backwards and couldn't drag him, he turned around, bent his knees and pushed him against his stomach: "Hurry up, don't linger."
Those who wanted to enter the bathroom were stunned outside the door and did not dare to come in, and two or three people passing by the door also stopped to watch.
Liang Sizhe didn't move, leaning on the sink to watch Cao Ye stand up for him, his eyes always falling on Cao Ye's face.
People want to indulge when they are drunk, and now he wants to indulge himself and stare at Cao Ye for a while. He had never seen the young master angry before, it was interesting and aggressive, not the same as the fierceness after being drunk. And it's quite energetic, holding the producer's neckline like a chicken.
But things can't be too big. There are a dozen people in the private room, all of them are middle-aged men who are young and strong. He's not very strong when he's drunk. Cao Ye is afraid that he will suffer.
Liang Sizhe stood up straight, holding Cao Ye's arm to stop him: "Forget it, don't go."
Cao Ye looked back at him, Liang Sizhe was drunk at first glance, and tilted his head slightly to look at him, his eyes seemed to be full of wine, and he looked affectionate. He looked away and pushed the producer's chest: "Then you apologize to him."
When the producer saw Liang Sizhe coming up to stop him, he thought that he was also afraid of causing trouble. In addition, the number of onlookers increased, he suddenly came up with confidence: "Why should I apologize, I am the producer and he is an actor, who is more noble than the other? What's wrong with asking him to accompany him for a drink? You can fight," he turned his face to Cao Ye, "hit me in the face, this matter is going to spread, he can't get out of the way, and he will have to let him sleep with him. Go willingly-"
With the punch of "Boom", Cao Ye slapped him firmly in the face.
"Continue to fight," the producer put the other side of the face closer, "If you want Liang Sizhe to play in this film, you will continue to fight if you are not afraid that this story will spread."
When Liang Sizhe saw someone took out his mobile phone and started recording, he stepped forward to block Cao Ye, grabbed Cao Ye's shoulder and pulled him back, and said in a low voice, "Forget it, Cao Ye, don't fight."
"What kind of a piece of shit is this, if you ask him to play him, he won't play it." Cao Ye was pulled by him, so he couldn't go forward and continue to punch the man, so he could only stare at him and say harshly, "Listen carefully. , I don't care if you are a producer or what, he will not act in this broken film, whoever you like to invite."
He said and took Liang Sizhe's arm, turned around and pulled him out the door.
The producer was a little anxious: "Liang Sizhe, don't follow me!"
Liang Sizhe didn't listen and let Cao Ye pull him forward.
When he went out, he stopped, raised his hand and took out the cell phone of the person who recorded the video. The person knew he was wrong and didn't dare to speak up. Liang Sizhe lowered his head and deleted the video with one hand. Cao Ye waited for him with a cold face. , released his wrist after a few seconds.
Liang Sizhe returned the phone to the man and said "thank you". This time, he held Cao Ye's wrist and walked out.
Liang Sizhe's hand was slightly lower, almost holding Cao Ye's hand as he walked towards the hotel lobby.
When the people in the hotel lobby heard the movement in the corridor just now, they all secretly squinted at them, but they were well trained and did not dare to look too blatantly.
Walking to the door, Cao Ye stretched out his hand to push the door. Liang Sizhe suddenly released the hand that was holding his wrist, went around the back of his neck, and helped him pull up the hood of his sweater.
Cao Ye turned his face to look at him, Liang Sizhe helped him pull down the hood, looked at him, and said in a very low voice that only the two of them could hear clearly: "Don't be photographed for a while."
Then he pushed open the door and pulled Cao Ye out. He didn't have any cover on his face. He wore a baseball cap when he came, but threw it in the private room where he had just eaten.
Two tall and straight teenagers walked side by side, quickly attracting the attention of passers-by.
Many passers-by looked back at them, Liang Sizhe was quickly recognized, and someone shouted excitedly, "Liang Sizhe!"
In an instant, the people around heard these three words and all looked at them. They took out their mobile phones and aimed them at the two teenagers.
Only then did Cao Ye realize that he shouldn't have come out just now - what to do? Where are you going? Obviously they should go back to the private room first and let Lin Yan drive them.
Just when he walked out of the hall with Liang Sizhe, he thought that he had returned to Lanyan at a distance of several dozen meters. They walked through the long hall to the door, and then pushed the door and went out for a walk. It felt so familiar that Liang Sizhe forgot to pull his wrist away from him, only then did he feel Liang Sizhe's warm palm pressing against his wrist.
Liang Sizhe let go of his hand and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. The world in front of Cao Ye's eyes was suddenly divided by his articulated fingers. Liang Sizhe opened his palm to block his face to prevent him from being photographed.
The hand was lightly placed on his face, Cao Ye could smell the faint smell of red wine remaining on the finger, and the faint smell of tobacco mixed in it. Liang Sizhe probably had just smoked a cigarette not long ago. .
Obviously not addicted to smoking, but Cao Ye suddenly had a strong desire to smoke.
The more and more people gathered around, the dazzling flashlights came on. Many people were holding their mobile phones to take pictures of them. Some people stepped forward to ask for autographs. Liang Sizhe didn't say anything, and strode through the crowd with Cao Ye's face covered. .
Cao Ye couldn't see the road ahead clearly, but he could hear the words "Liang Sizhe" that were frequently mentioned by those people.
Someone shouted after them:
"How can you fall in love with my goddess Hu Yusi?"
Immediately after the others, they began to shout:
"Liang Sizhe, come on, ignore those who scold you."
"Is it true or false that the Internet says you can't play the violin in a car accident?"
"When will you return the best actor of the Academy Awards to Wei Zhong?"
Cao Ye wanted to look back at the last person who shouted, but Liang Sizhe seemed to have sensed his movement and whispered, "Don't move," and then said, "Go forward."
Cao Ye really didn't turn his head. He didn't want Liang Sizhe to stop him, he just wanted to get the last person out and beat him up. He seemed to be extraordinarily impulsive tonight, and he had never had such a strong desire to fight before.
After walking a distance, Liang Sizhe waved to the side of the road and stopped a taxi, and then sat in with Cao Ye.
The light in the car was very dark, and the driver probably didn't pay much attention to people and things in the entertainment industry. When he saw someone shooting them behind, he glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, "Ah star?"
The two didn't answer, and the driver didn't ask any further questions: "Where are you going?"
"Let's go to Yinsi, okay?" Liang Sizhe leaned on the back of the seat, turned his face and asked Cao Ye, speaking a little slower, "I've had a drink and want to find a place where there aren't many people, get some air and sober up. ."
He slowly rubbed the finger pulp of the other hand with one hand. When he just covered Cao Ye's face, he could feel the eyelashes of Cao Ye brushing across his finger pulp when he blinked, and the little finger resting on his lips. Warm touch.
Cao Ye's face was hidden in the dim light, and he turned slightly to look out of the car window: "As you wish."
"Let's go to Anyuan Bridge first," Liang Sizhe smiled, turned his head and said to the driver, "I'll show you the way when we get there."
"Okay." The driver replied.
The two of them didn't speak the whole way.
This silence seemed to be the first time, and when they took a taxi together two years ago, they always seemed to have endless things to say.
The taxi stopped near Yinsi, and the night market stalls were bustling. No one had discussed it with anyone, and they all walked towards the street in unison.
Most of the stores on the street were closed, and the whole street was deserted. They walked for a while and sat down on the wooden benches by the alley.
Cao Ye has calmed down at this moment, he realizes that he seems to have screwed up one thing, and the film that Liang Sizhe has already acted in half is messed up.
Now how to do? He was impulsive, and when he went up to beat the producer, he didn't think about the consequences at all. Even the last sentence "you ask him to play he won't play it" was so quick that he didn't think about what to do next. . What about the liquidated damages? He didn't have that much money, so did Liang Sizhe lose it all by himself? Can Liang Sizhe pay for it? Even if he can afford it, he can't let Liang Sizhe clean up the mess for him for his troubles.
He took out the cigarette case from his pocket in annoyance, took out one and bit it in his mouth, lowered his head and lit it with a lighter, and then handed the cigarette case to Liang Sizhe: "Do you want to smoke?"
Liang Sizhe didn't speak, just took the cigarette case away from him, then lowered his head and turned the cigarette case to look.
Cao Ye took a puff of cigarette and thought about what to do next. Just when he was about to take a second puff, Liang Sizhe stretched out his hand and smoked the cigarette between his fingers.
The cigarette was held in his hand, and he looked at the golden spark of the cigarette butt, watching it slowly ignite, and a plume of blue-white smoke wafted out.
With the cigarette and the cigarette case in his hands, Cao Ye turned his face to look at him.
"When did you learn to smoke?" Liang Sizhe looked at him and asked.
"Forget it," Cao Ye lowered his head and scratched twice with his fingers in his hair, "A year ago, maybe."
Liang Sizhe squeezed the cigarette and brought it to his lips, took a breath, and when he exhaled the smoke, he narrowed his eyes: "How old are you, you smoke."
Cao Ye snorted lightly: "It's as if you are so old."
"Are you two years older than you?" Liang Sizhe took another puff of his cigarette, "I have confiscated this cigarette."
Cao Ye didn't say anything at first, but after a while, he couldn't hold back. He turned around and looked at him with some dissatisfaction: "I'm eighteen."
"Oh, yes," Liang Sizhe smiled, "You are eighteen, isn't your birthday today?"
Cao Ye made a "hmm" sound.
Liang Sizhe paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about something, and after a while he opened his mouth and said slowly, "I said before that on your eighteenth birthday, I will give you a bottle of wine, and I actually have that wine ready. I know I will meet you today, so I should take it with me." He leaned forward as he spoke, his elbows propped up his thighs, and he turned his head to look at Cao Ye all the time.
Liang Sizhe's eyes were very bright, and his eyes gave people a deep feeling for no reason. Cao Ye was uncomfortable with him: "Why are you looking at me all the time..."
"It's alright, I'm happy." Liang Sizhe smiled again. After being drunk, he talked a lot, but he didn't seem to be able to restrain himself. He looked at Cao Ye and said, "Cao Ye, why am I so happy to see you."