It's past twelve o'clock.
Ruan Yue and Zhou Yu went to Pan Jingping's director's studio together.
The studio is located in an office building in the center of the Beijing Cultural Industry Park. Because there are several film and television entertainment companies in the building, there are security patrols at the entrance and exit gates, and the control is very strict.
It was the first time for Ruan Yue to come to this kind of place in the previous life.
When Zhou Yu was filling out the visitor registration, she stood aside, raised her eyes slightly, and looked around curiously.
Two people get on the elevator.
Zhou Yu looked at the time with his mobile phone, and said with a smile, "Because Teacher Meng is here too, we can settle it in the studio later for lunch, okay?"
"Well, I can do it."
Ruan Yue nodded in response, looking down at the lit floor buttons.
"Ding-"
The elevator stopped on the 18th floor, stepped out of the elevator room and turned left, and Pan Jingping's studio came into view. She was a little nervous just now, and instantly settled down.
reception room.
Several people at the long table were drinking tea when they heard footsteps coming from outside.
Meng Jiming was still holding the teacup in one hand, and when he looked up, he was slightly taken aback.
The girl standing at the door is sixteen or seventeen years old, clean and soft, with a well-tailored dress showing a slender waist. She just happens to be standing in a skylight projected from the outside, quietly, like a plant An independent white camellia.
He put the cup of tea in his hand on the table.
Zhou Yu, who entered the reception room, smiled and began to introduce: "Director Pan, Teacher Meng, this is Ruan Yue."
Then he glanced at Ruan Yue again, and introduced in turn: "This is Director Pan, Best Actor Meng, and Director Xu, the casting director of the crew. You have met them before."
Ruan Yue nodded and greeted everyone with a smile: "Hello everyone."
Almost the moment she appeared in front of him, Pan Jingping was sure that he would choose her. But after all, it was the first time we met. After sitting down, I asked about other things, whether I was tired from studying, whether I told my parents when I came to Beijing, and whether I have any special skills or hobbies...
When Ruan Yue mentioned that he had learned piano for ten years, Meng Jiming smiled and said, "That's quite a coincidence."
He leaned slightly, with his white shirt sleeves rolled up, his forearm resting on the edge of the table, and he looked at Pan Jingping, "There is a scene of Jiang Nianci playing the piano in the script."
The first time they met each other, Ruan Yue didn't talk very much, basically she was asked and answered. She had a calm and introverted personality, not like a teenage high school student. In the eyes of Pan Jingping and the others, she felt very satisfied. .
A little closer, a group of people are eating in the restaurant.
When Ruan Yue heard them say that the machine would start up in mid-October, she was stunned and couldn't help asking: "Then I need to recite the lines in advance...?"
Because several men looked at her in unison, she lowered her voice at the end.
It seemed that he was not comfortable interrupting, so he lowered his head again.
Her long hair was tied into a low ponytail, and a few strands of hair from her temples were swept down to hook her gracefully curved chin. Inexplicably, there was a hint of gentleness and shyness.
Pan Jingping laughed.
The rest of the people also laughed, and Meng Jiming sat next to her, raised his hand to fill her glass with a drink, and asked in a mellow and slightly deep voice: "There are less than ten lines in total, how long do you need to recite?" ?”
"..."
Only then did Ruan Yue remember that she was a small character.
Meng Jiming thought for a while, then smiled: "Aunt Man, are there any guests/Hello, I'm Jiang Nianci/Thank you/I can't play with these/Then I'll try."
"Well, five sentences."
He looked at Ruan Yue, "Do you remember?"
Ruan Yue pursed her lips and pinched her chopsticks, wishing she could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.
"Okay, okay, you are an old man, don't bully other little girls."
The bearded Assistant Director Xu sat opposite, seeing Ruan Yue being teased so silent by him, he couldn't help but put down his chopsticks and offered to chime in.
Meng Jiming looked at him and reminded him solemnly: "Director Xu, I am only twenty-eight after the Chinese New Year."
"Then you have debuted for eleven years."
Xu Yong glanced at him and smiled at Ruan Yue, "Don't worry. There are only a few shots of your character, and only a few lines. After the camera is turned on, let's go through the contract. We must have someone to talk to you about how to shoot. Tell me, it's very simple."
"oh."
Ruan Yue nodded and felt relieved.
After a meal, several people went to the reception room to drink tea.
Ruan Yue went to the restroom. When she came out, she found that it was three o'clock, so she didn't want to stay any longer. She walked into the reception room and called "Director Pan", and said with a smile, "I'm flying back to Ningcheng at six o'clock. I won't bother you any more."
Pan Jingping raised his wrist and looked at the time, "There are still three hours left, don't worry."
He heard from Ruan Yue that she had studied liberal arts, and he wanted to ask her if she had any intentions to develop in the film and television industry in the future. If so, he could give her some help.
Never thought, the little girl across the street didn't listen to him to stay, she thought for a while and said: "It will rain soon, there may be traffic jams on the road, I'm afraid I'll miss the time."
rain? ?
All the men were dumbfounded.
In the past two days, the weather in Beijing has been sunny and cloudy, which is quite annoying, but according to the weather forecast, it seems that there will be no rain in the next week.
But everyone was an adult, and felt that the little girl might be uncomfortable with the elders for a long time, so she didn't keep anyone. After exchanging pleasantries, Pan Jingping asked Zhou Yu to send Ruan Yue to the airport.
Several of them were still talking in the reception room.
Twenty minutes later, the floor-to-ceiling windows were flapped by the wind, and after a while, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and crackling raindrops fell down.
"This girl is amazing—"
Looking at the rain curtain outside the window, several men looked at each other. After a while, Xu Yong said something funny.
Meng Jiming also laughed, but didn't say anything, turned around and walked back to the room, because the assistant hadn't come to pick him up yet, he drank tea leisurely for a while.
After four o'clock, he left the studio and wanted to go back. He happened to meet Zhou Yu who was coming back at the elevator entrance. In a word."
"?"
Meng Jiming slightly raised his eyebrows.
Zhou Yu thought for a while, "Don't go to the Song family party on the 4th."
After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and scratched his wet hair, and smiled awkwardly, "It's endless, and I don't know what it means. The girl said it when she was about to get off the car, and I didn't have time to ask."
"Okay, I see."
Meng Jiming smiled.
Just when the phone rang, he waved goodbye to Zhou Yu and went to answer the phone.
After hanging up the phone, I stood there for a while, feeling a little lost.
His buddy in the lower berth of the university came back from gold plating abroad and invited him to a party at home on the afternoon of the 4th. Coincidentally, his surname happened to be Song.
That little girl, a fortune teller
…
Ruan Yue got home after nine o'clock.
Because of the strong wind, half of the skirt was wet by the rain and stuck to her body.
Tomorrow, the three of them are going back to their hometown. Ruan Chengyi and Zhao Bingzhi are packing up their things upstairs, and Wen Ru, thinking that she hasn't come back yet, has made two phone calls and then turned off the phone, feels a little worried, sitting in a corner of the living room, knitting a scarf while wait.
When the doorbell rang, she put down her things and went out to open the door. Seeing that Ruan Yue's hair and clothes were wet, she hurriedly welcomed him in, and said dumbfoundingly: "My dear lady, isn't she carrying an umbrella? It's like a drowned rat."
"The wind is a bit strong, and I can't hold the umbrella firmly."
Ruan Yue handed her the wet umbrella, and asked while changing her shoes, "Are my parents at home?"
"It's here."
Wen Ru handed over the towel, looked at her and smiled, "Since that woman went back, I haven't heard any noise. When I was eating just now, I was discussing going back to stay for a few days, and said that I wanted to take you to that place to pick pomegranates."
"The Royal Pomegranate Garden."
Ruan Yue finished speaking with a smile, her tone was much lighter, "Then I'll go take a shower first."
"Have you had dinner yet?"
"No, you can make me a three delicacies noodle soup."
While talking, Ruan Yue ran upstairs.
Looking at her back, Wen Ru shook her head with a smile, and went to the kitchen to prepare food.
Half an hour later, Ruan Yue went downstairs.
Wen Ru put the hot noodle soup on the dining table, saw her bow her head to eat the noodle, smiled lovingly, and asked, "How is that sick classmate?"
"I didn't go to her house today, I went to Beijing."
Ruan Yue raised her eyes and smiled with curved lips.
"Ouch—"
Wen Ru was shocked, and then lowered her voice, "What are you doing in Beijing? You've never traveled far alone as a girl. What if something happens!"
"It's okay, I'm back right now?"
Ruan Yue glanced at her, seeing her face full of disapproval and looking like she was still muttering, she puffed her cheeks and looked at her with her face between her hands holding chopsticks.
This rare happy and soft look immediately softened Wen Ru's heart, and she glanced at her and said, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about you, let's eat quickly, oops... I looked at the chopsticks and touched my hair .”
She took the chopsticks in Ruan Yue's hand and went to the kitchen to change them. Looking at the half bowl of noodle soup in front of her, Ruan Yue suddenly remembered Meng Jiming's teasing words during lunch.
She didn't want to say the reminder of "not going to Song's house".
After all, they have no relatives.
But since I knew that something would happen that day, I always feel sorry for not reminding me.
In her previous life, she knew "The Entrepreneur" because of Meng Jiming. After the movie was released, netizens brought up the old story again, and brought up his "suspected/drug addiction" story.
In fact, I didn't smoke at all.
The police received a report, and when No. 4 raided Song Zhai and took those rich second generations away, a passerby happened to take a photo of him coming out together.
This incident was spread on the Internet, and someone found a photo of him who was skinny after going on a diet to lose weight for the show. For a while, the news of "Meng Jiming took drugs" spread all over the place. It was a lawyer's letter that settled the matter.
However, some netizens chanted the slogan "Likes flock together, and people are divided into groups", and in the next few years, they will always black him out.
This person must not be a drug addict, right
Ruan Yue recalled his state when she saw him today.
About 1.87 meters tall, with a handsome face and a graceful demeanor. Wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. When the sleeves are rolled up, the exposed forearm lines are tight and muscular. When walking, they also look calm, calm and powerful, and they are full of male hormones.
Twirling her fingertips, she put these wild thoughts behind her.
The phone vibrated suddenly.
Lu Chen sent a WeChat message asking her: [What are you doing?]
[Have a meal.]
Ruan Yue replied two words.
—
Lu's living room.
Leaning on the sofa and seeing these two words, Lu Chen raised his hand and touched the corner of his lips.
His father, Lu Jianmin, sighed, "I have been trading in stocks for so many years, but this one is exciting enough. Ten daily limits in a row, and I earned more than 10,000 yuan easily. You said I had to be cruel and buy more at that time..."
Turning his head to look at him, Lu Chen smiled: "Okay, it's just such a little thing, you've been talking about it for a long time, aren't you thirsty?"
"I'm really thirsty."
While speaking, Lu Jianmin got up and poured water for himself.
When he walked back, Lu Chen was still looking at his phone, and asked without raising his head: "Then it's still one share, buy 400,000 shares, after 40 daily limit, how much is it?"
"... I'll do the math."
For a long time, Lu Jianmin bowed his head and said, "1810.370... oh, more than eighteen million."