At this time Song Yan was sitting in the gazebo behind the school hill in a daze.
The cameraman and several staff members didn't bother him. The cameraman even went a few steps away and took pictures of the man, the gazebo, and the green shrubs and small gravel road beside the gazebo.
In the evening, the blue sky and fiery red shine, and the sky presents different shades of purple and orange red. The professional cameraman knows how to compose the picture and the lens language. There are countless beautiful and famous scenes, and even individual scenes have been blown into a movie quality.
Although the picture is plain, it is pleasing to the eye. Song Yan rarely participates in variety shows. In the documentaries filmed for him by the movie channel, in addition to face-to-face interviews, he is often seen reading scripts on the set.
In the documentary, Yu Weiguang, a director who is familiar with him, said that Song Yan is a child with a very sharp mind. He is too sensitive on the inside, but sometimes appears too indifferent on the outside. Such a person usually does not express great joy and sorrow on his face. He even gives the impression of being aloof and arrogant, but he is actually good at observing and understanding, so he is born to be a good seed for acting.
Including Song Yan's homeroom teacher who was interviewed by the human program group yesterday, also said that he was quiet and unreasonable, but the teacher and his close friends knew that he was a good boy.
If it wasn't for the staff from Mr. Wen's side to remind him, no one would have the heart to disturb Mr. Song's quiet moment when he was alone.
The staff said that he would go to the Fireworks Plaza to meet Teacher Wen. Song Yan frowned slightly when he heard that Wen Li was in the Fireworks Plaza.
"What is Mr. Wen doing there?"
The staff pretended to be stupid: "The editor and director arranged it temporarily."
Song Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, realizing that he was out of shape today, and his mind was in a trance.
He stood up, obeyed the staff's instructions, and prepared to go to the Fireworks Square.
Fireworks Square is not a good memory for him, because it is in front of the camera, Song Yan can’t be too obvious, but he is not a person who can hide all emotions well, so he is going to the square At that time, his face sank visibly to the naked eye.
The cameraman who followed was very excited. When he walked there quickly, groups of students, especially girls, grabbed each other's hands and their legs were bouncing excitedly.
"Here he comes! Ah, he is here!"
Song Yan raised his eyes to look at the square.
He has very slight nearsightedness. The sun has almost set at this time, and the sky is dark blue and slightly transparent. The street lamps are turned on at the right time, standing around the square like a circular light source that diffuses light.
The square was very lively. From Song Yan's perspective, there was a shadow standing among the faint light sources made of candles.
The man stopped suddenly.
The cameraman was caught off guard, and quickly turned back with the camera on his shoulder: "Mr. Song, why did you stop?"
Song Yan opened his lips in vain, unable to share his mood with the cameraman at the moment.
It took him a while to walk over, and he finally saw the apricot-yellow shadow clearly.
The man was stunned. Over the past ten years, the main color of Ming Feng's school uniform has not changed. The style and details have been slightly changed, but it still overlaps with the apricot yellow in his memory.
Xuemei learned to dance. Song Yan still remembers that her most common hairstyle in high school was a high ball head, with a tall and round skull, like a goose egg with a fur ball on top. Later, Xuemei became an artist , her styling team often combs her long hair into various beautiful hairstyles, and she is rarely seen doing such hairstyles.
Today, the school girl put on the ball head again, clean and fresh, neat and cute, and still looks young and immature.
Wen Li stood in the middle of a heart surrounded by candles. The halos of so many candles were not as bright as her eyes.
Seeing him coming, she lifted her chin proudly and looked at him with a smile.
Wen Li didn't need to say anything, he understood now.
She pinned her hands behind her back and shook her head a little shyly. Her legs under the short skirt were tightly closed, and her toes rubbed back and forth involuntarily, and the toes of her shoes were almost smoothed by her.
His lips buzzed, opened and closed, and after a long time, he finally choked out a sentence: "I have placed these candles by myself for a long time, and I give them to you."
In the extremely embarrassing situation, he still did not forget to emphasize that it was his own achievement.
If I knew it earlier, I would have drunk more, but I wasn't drunk enough, and I couldn't tell from the belly draft I typed this afternoon.
"Then what, I also prepared fireworks, and I'll set them off for you."
There was also a circle of small fireworks set up outside the candles. Wen Li asked the staff to borrow a lighter and lit these fireworks one by one.
Bunches of firework pillars about half a meter high rose from the ground, and Wen Li pulled Song Yan away.
"Look at it from a distance, it will be bad if it burns you."
Ordinary students will not buy so many fireworks at one time when they play fireworks in the fireworks square. Attracted by the fireworks at night, all the photographers pointed their cameras at them.
Wen Li looked at her results with satisfaction, then looked up at Song Yan, and quietly observed his reaction, whether he was happy or angry, and whether her self-assessed behavior made him feel relieved or offended.
Wen Li actually had a headache, because she didn't know what she should do to protect Song Yan's eighteen-year-old. After thinking for a long time, she asked sister Zitong to borrow Ming Feng's school uniform, and called her uncle to confirm, and finally asked It was the reason why Song Yan wrote "she didn't come" in the youth magazine.
Dead uncle! In the first month of next year, the first thing she will do is to cut her hair!
Wen Yan's account will be settled after going back to Wen's house after recording the show, and now all she can think about is how to tell Song Yan.
There is no way, she is an actor and not a screenwriter, so she doesn't have many ideas, and after much deliberation, she can only think of this way.
In fact, she was still a little scared, worried that Song Yan would not be able to let go, even if he had a good temper and chose to let go, but as long as he was a little bit unhappy, she would not be able to forgive herself.
Wen Li didn't want there to be a little bit of estrangement between himself and Song Yan, and he didn't want any memory of Wen Li to be gray in some corner of his heart from now on.
Song Yan treats her so well, he likes her so much, his love is beautiful and gentle, she is not a person who likes to take advantage of others, she has acted in so many idol dramas, and understands that the relationship between two people should be equal .
Even though she is not a gentle person yet, from now on, she will learn.
The man stared at her firmly for a moment, the emotions in his eyes flickering, like candles flickering by the summer evening wind.
After recovering from the daze, his handsome brows and eyes were always wrinkled, his lips were tightly pursed, his mouth was dry and bitter, his Adam's apple was rolling up and down with difficulty, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.
Finally, he sighed softly, and when he lowered his eyelids, he used his eyelids to cover the blush at the end of his eyes, but something fell down uncontrollably and wet his trembling eyelashes.
Wen Li was so close that she could see clearly. She opened her lips in surprise, and was pulled into her arms by Song Yan the next second.
"Ah!!!!"
"They hugged!!!"
"Wow wow wow kiss one! Kiss one!"
Amidst the screams of the students, the cameraman immediately turned the lens on them.
This group of young students didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and they didn't have the self-consciousness of minors at all, and they were not shy when they booed. The decibel and excited tone made them hug and French kiss on the spot.
The staff are all adults, and they are relatively calm. Several people look at each other, with expressions of wanting to laugh and a little helpless.
Director Yan still miscalculated. He kept complaining about Mr. Wen's tricks in the group before, but Mr. Song really liked it.
So the tricks are not new or old, just work.
Song Yan pursed her lips, bent down, and buried her head in the hollow of her neck with some difficulty.
He pressed the mic, and amidst the screams of the surrounding students and the crackling of fireworks rising and cracking, he said in a dull, nasal tone, "Don't let me be photographed."
Wen Li hugged him back, feeling dumbfounded, and quickly pinched the mic, comforting him like a child: "Be good, don't cry."
Song Yan chuckled softly, and his breath hit her neck, which was so itchy that Wen Li moved unconsciously.
Fearing that he would be sent here in such a state, he hastily hugged him a little tighter, and with an obscure tone, he blamed dryly: "What are you... the culprit."
"Senior." Wen Li chuckled, relying on the noise around her, no one else could hear her, and finally whispered in his ear what she wanted to say to him the most, "I have been secretly in love with you for a long time, can you be my boyfriend?" ?”
Song Yan stared blankly. On the high school campus, surrounded by young students, Wen Li was wearing a high school uniform, and returned to him the confession scene that he had missed ten years ago in the same way ten years later.
It was like the sixteen-year-old Wen Li's response to Song Yan.
She didn't say it clearly, but told him in such a gentle and concealed way that no one knew, only the two of them could understand, and confessed to him that she already knew his secret, but she didn't think it was a burden, on the contrary She was grateful and pleasantly surprised.
She decided to return this heart to him in the same way.
Love him as much as he loves her.
In this way, Song Yan's obsession and gap from ten years ago, the wound that she couldn't forget and didn't dare to bring up, was finally completely filled with new memories today.
Senior Ah Yan will never feel sad about this memory in the future, and he will no longer be afraid to come to Fireworks Square, because Junior A Li has turned the memory here into a bright and warm apricot yellow.
He hugged her tightly, hummed heavily, and replied, "My pleasure."
Holding the person in his arms, the powerful heart is beating violently, like a drum being beaten, vibrating rhythmically.
That heart was thinking, that's great, the girl he likes is better than those heroines in the magazine, she is the most gentle girl in the world.
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The next day's shooting ended, and the group headed back to the hotel.
Wen Li, who was resting in the car, received a call from Director Yan. There was no need for her to avoid Song Yan when she called Director Yan, and she pressed the speakerphone directly.
As soon as Director Yan opened his mouth, he was very straightforward: "I just watched the recording tonight."
Wen Li's tone was shy: "How is it? Am I doing well?"
"Not bad." Director Yan boasted first, and then hit her again, "It's just that the tricks are too crude."
Wen Li, who had been happy all night, immediately fell down, looking at Song Yan with dark eyes.
Say to him with lips: It's all your fault, I copied you.
Song Yan didn't push the blame either, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he replied with his lips: I'm sorry, I was wrong.
Wen Li gave him a white look, and then refuted Yan Dao: "Where is the soil? I think it's super romantic. Look how touched Teacher Song is, he even..." She reacted quickly, almost biting her tongue, and said, "How touched he is! "
"Moved? I didn't see it."
"Director Yan, you won't understand if you're not the person involved." Wen Li is very confident, "The audience will understand. Anyway, I can guarantee the ratings of the eighth episode."
Director Yan joked to Wen Li, and joked: "To be honest, if I were the client and my wife made such a romantic scene for me, would I hug her and kiss her hard on the spot? That's all you guys do?"
As soon as the words came out, including Wen Li, the two assistants sitting in front also laughed.
Only Song Yan was calmer, with his fingers on his lips, watching the scenery outside the car window without speaking.
Wen Li said dumbfoundingly: "Director Yan...I didn't expect you to be so enthusiastic about your wife."
"Of course, you think everyone is like Song Yan." Yan Daoyu earnestly said, "I don't know how many variety shows he shoots, but you are a frequent visitor to variety shows, and you usually take your husband with you, the reaction is too flat. "
Unexpectedly, what Yan Dao was dissatisfied with was that Song Yan's reaction was too flat.
She was not dissatisfied.
Of course, Wen Li wanted to defend Song Yan, saying: "There are so many underages around, and the influence is not good. Why should we kiss?"
Director Yan disagreed: "Do you think the minors don't know anything now? Do you believe that they know more than you and Song Yan?"
"Then it won't be good if it airs. Many kids watch our show."
"Are you worried about this? I'm afraid it won't have a good impact and we will cut it when it airs."
"..."
Wen Li was puzzled for a few seconds, and after confirming that it was Director Yan who was calling her, she said helplessly, "Then it's going to be cut anyway, so what's the point of kissing?"
Just like filming a TV series, some clips are obviously sensitive and cannot pass the review, and it is useless to film them. Is there still a need to film them? It's much easier to cut these plots out of the direct script.
Director Yan was silent, and after a few seconds he said forcefully: "You kiss yours, we cut ours, is there a problem?"
Wen Li looked puzzled.
"Director Yan, have you been drinking today?"
"Didn't drink." Director Yan sighed deeply, "You two know nothing, forget it..."
Afterwards, I didn’t talk about today’s recording anymore, and told them that when the eighth episode airs next week, the program team is going to let them hold a public welfare live broadcast, and then do a reaction with fans on the feature film.
After giving these instructions, Director Yan hung up the phone.
The car became quiet again, but because of Director Yan's words, Wen Li somehow thought about it again.
Even Director Yan, who is almost fifty years old, is still so enthusiastic about his wife. She and Song Yan are still so young, and he prepared such a big surprise for him. Although he was very moved, his eyes were red and shed a few tears of beauty. , but the physical feedback to her seems to be too bland.
After she knew that Song Yan had been secretly in love with her for so many years yesterday, to be honest, it was fortunate that Song Yan was not by her side at that time, otherwise, with the excitement she was in at that time, she would definitely not be able to hold back, and she would have swooped over and kissed him unconsciously.
The more I think about it, the more I feel that this man is so cold.
He was cold when he was in high school, and persuaded Wen Li, who was sixteen years old, to leave. Now that the two of them have grown up, he has acted in so many movies, why is he still so cold? Could it be that the flamboyant entertainment industry hasn't changed his character at all
Wen Li thought about it all the way, and Senior Bingshan became Husband Bingshan, thinking that her life in the next few decades would be miserable.
Finally arrived at the hotel and entered the room, she couldn't hold back any longer, and walked inside, while pretending to be serious, said: "Ms. Song, I think what Director Yan said makes sense. Your reaction tonight - ah!"
Before she finished speaking, she exclaimed, and Song Yan hugged her whole body.
The man's pleasant, cold fragrance and his words that she would not refuse were poured into Wen Li's body, causing her to tremble unconsciously, her heart beating wildly, and she subconsciously clenched his collar tightly.
"I endured it all the way." Song Yan said succinctly, "I'll talk about it after I have something to say."