Chi Jixia didn't hold out much hope that she could find a replacement, but she still sent a text message to her agent, asking him to keep an eye out for her.
"Within a week, everyone can start work. How can I find such a person?" Chi Jixia thought, "Ordinary roles are fine, but this role is a male dan, who needs to wear costumes and act. The voice can be done in post-production, and the face can be photoshopped, but if the manners are not good, there is no way to do it!"
Chi Jixia was a little distressed about this. As he was thinking, he vaguely saw Yi Wan's shadow and asked curiously, "Yi Wan, what are you shaking for?"
"Um?"
He received a somewhat indifferent voice, and when Chi Jixia turned around, he saw Yi Wan peacefully holding a flower pot in the sun. His posture, expression, and the drooping posture of the green plants all showed the four words "time is quiet and peaceful".
Chi Jixia:
Maybe I saw it wrong, he thought.
Chi Jixia put away his phone and went back to the living room. Yi Wan also put the green plants back in the room. When he came out and sat down to drink porridge, he heard Chi Jixia say, "Ding Biehan, you were so slow to eat just now. How come you eat so fast when Yi Wan comes out?"
An Yelin sat on the sofa, glanced at them, and opened his mobile phone.
He added the CEOs' phone numbers to his blacklist, but An Yelin didn't mind them. He opened the Weibo interface and searched for Yi Wan and Jiang Bei's plaza.
A few Yi Wan haters are still there. Some are direct haters, some pretend to be Yi Wan fans, and some simply pretend to be Ding Biehan fans and call Yi Wan a bloodsucker. They post a bunch of Yi Wan's so-called speeches when he just debuted as brainwashing, and delete their posts when they are slapped in the face, but they never apologize.
An Yelin felt a little depressed. Just when he was about to close Weibo, he saw a hot search below.
#Dingbiehan's hand slips#
An Yelin:
An Yelin glanced at Ding Biehan, who sped up his eating after Yi Wan came out, clicked on the topic, and saw a group of girls gossiping about life and death.
"I accidentally liked the video of two people! What a beautiful love!"
"I'm kdl with the real master!!"
"I thought this collection of CP still had after-sales service, Han Wan szd!"
"Can someone pretending to be a Ding fan and scolding Yi Wan be a little more timid? The smell of North Star is killing me."
The girls' speeches drowned out the bloody storm in the square. An Yelin turned to look at Ding Biehan who was eating quickly, and a touch of emotion flashed in his eyes.
—Ding Biehan, you really love him.
Thinking of this, he followed Yi Wan on his big account and liked his latest Weibo post.
After finishing his meal, Ding Biehan looked up and saw An Yelin looking at him tenderly. For some reason, he shivered.
Chi Jixia also finished his meal. He noticed the look in An Yelin's eyes when he was looking at Ding Biehan, and thought of how An Yelin used to get up early every day to watch Yi Wan's live broadcast.
He showed a very strange expression, and felt that he had a new understanding of the complicated gay relationships in this group.
Yi Wan, who was at the center of the storm, was completely unaware of the bloody storm that was secretly related to him and seemed to be related to An Yelin. After dinner, he went to the practice room to practice. Unlike other people who were gifted or had practiced for forty years, he always had to make himself work harder.
Practice during the day, take care of orchids in the morning and evening, and don’t check Weibo. What a peaceful, tranquil and stable life.
But that night Yi Wan had a dream.
In his dream, he was standing on a dilapidated stage. The light around the stage was dim, and the cold wind made the tattered curtains rustle. There was a faint light in the backstage, as if a beauty was dressing up in the backstage.
The faint voice of opera came from behind the stage. The voice was charming and gentle, like some kind of subtle temptation and invitation.
Yi Wan felt vaguely that this feeling was familiar, and he pinched his arm.
"I am dreaming," he thought.
These days he got up at six in the morning and returned to his room at ten in the evening, exhausted. Since it was a dream, Yi Wan decided not to waste his rare rest time. He closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully on the stage.
The sound of the wind in the dream became louder and louder, like a ghost crying.
The next morning, Chi Jixia woke up again refreshed. Yi Wan was taking care of the potted plants on the balcony as usual. He glanced at him and saw Ding Biehan coming out of the room.
He was a little surprised and asked: "Xiao Ding, you didn't sleep last night?"
Ding Biehan: …
Anyone who hears the Painted Skin ghost crying all night will be unable to sleep.
The screams of the Painted Skin Ghost being bitten still woke him up on the balcony. Now Yi Wan's ghost not only screams during the day, but also at night. The only quiet time is when Yi Wan is practicing singing in the practice room.
I have no idea what kind of torture Yi Wan put it through.
If this continues, Ding Biehan, as a leading male protagonist, will also fall in love with work with him!
He took another bowl of porridge and tried to drink it slowly amid the piercing screams. Bo Jiang was still drinking soy milk very elegantly, An Yelin was eating a steamed bun and secretly glancing at him. Chi Jixia took a photo in the morning light, edited it and posted it on Weibo to interact with enthusiastic fans.
Ding Biehan: …
The male protagonists' joys and sorrows are not the same. Ding Biehan still feels that the dormitory is noisy and he can't eat.
After Yi Wan finished her flower-growing work, she returned to the living room. Ding Biehan visibly increased his eating speed. Before Yi Wan finished her meal, he put down his bowl and left the room.
Yi Wan finished his breakfast peacefully. He brought his music score to the practice room and felt calm as usual.
Today, the office invited a very good vocal teacher for everyone. Yi Wan listened carefully and felt that he had received a very good education.
It's just very tiring.
That night Yi Wan had another dream.
In the dream, there was still the shabby stage and the cold autumn wind. Backstage, it was warm and cozy, and a beautiful woman was sitting in front of the mirror, singing softly while putting on makeup in front of the mirror.
"What a pity the beautiful scenery..." It hummed softly, as if humming a dream that it did not want to wake up from.
This voice seemed to be bewitching Yi Wan, and he walked towards the backstage step by step. The beautiful figure was reflected on the screen, like some carefully crafted conspiracy.
Ding Biehan also opened his eyes at this time.
He heard the soft laughter of the Painted Skin Ghost coming from next door. That soft and sweet voice seemed to seduce anyone into the dream it possessed.
The moonlight was like water, shining on Yi Wan's body. A black shadow seemed to be clinging to Yi Wan's body, trying to invade his soul at any time.
Ding Biehan clenched his fists slightly.
Then…
Yi Wan leaned against the stage and fell asleep peacefully as if he was listening to some lullaby.
Not long after, the mournful cry of the Painted Skin Ghost came from the next room. Ding Biehan put down his weapon and put on his earplugs with a grim expression.
Five days passed in a week, and the crew still hadn't found a suitable actor for the role of the male lead, and they were so busy that they were getting angry. The young director who was friends with Chi Jixia even called to complain several times. Chi Jixia comforted him while trying to find her agent to find a solution.
Ding Biehan's stomachache also lasted for five days. He still couldn't eat in the morning due to screaming, and couldn't sleep in the night due to crying, and the crying was becoming more and more manic. Bo Jiang went out for a while that day. He and An Yelin sat at the dining table and talked to each other.
An Yelin took a sip of his soy milk, looked at Ding Biehan, who was stirring the porridge with a serious expression and had dark circles under his eyes, and said, "Ding Biehan."
"Um?"
"You eat so slowly every time, are you waiting for Yi Wan to come over and eat with you?"
"..." Ding Biehan raised his eyes and looked at him coldly, "How do you know..."
Ding then saw An Yelin's smile.
Ding Biehan: ... It’s really impossible to live like this.
He grabbed a fried dough stick and fled from the restaurant. Yi Wan came to the restaurant at this time: "Where are the others?"
"Ding Biehan..."
Just as An Yelin was about to explain, he received a text message.
"Yelin, it's your brother's birthday, you should go home and visit him."
An Yelin took one look at the message and covered it with disgust. Yi Wan asked him, "Why?"
An Yelin's younger brother.
The "fake young master" in the bloody story of a rich family's mistaken adoption. After the real young master An Yelin returned, he still maintained his position in the family.
"Nothing." An Yelin changed the subject, "You're still not very proficient in the high notes, right? Let's go to the practice room later and I'll teach you."
"Today is Sunday." Yi Wan said.
Sunday is a day off. An Yelin said with a smile: "I thought you would continue to work like the previous few days."
"Sunday is Sunday." Yi Wan said, "Every Sunday, I like to tend to the flowers and plants and enjoy life..."
At this moment, Chi Jixia came out of the toilet: "What? If you can't find someone the day after tomorrow, just find someone else to replace you..."
"... But that guy really can't do it, director." Although Chi Jixia was very casual about her golden finger, her attitude towards filming was very persistent, "That guy doesn't have the shadow of being able to play a male lead. At least let you see some shadows of his ability to act..."
Before he could even finish his words, he was so stunned that he thought he was seeing things.
"... Xiaochi, what's going on?" I asked him on the phone.
"Nothing, hehe." Chi Jixia's eyes twitched.
He seemed to see Yi Wan's shadow twitching and turning into an actor dressing up, looking at him expectantly.
… I am definitely dazzled, Chi Jixia thought in a trance.
The young director on the other end of the phone was still talking: "I don't want to chat with you yet, I have to go to the birthday party later..."
Chi Jixia hung up the phone and looked at Yi Wan's back suspiciously. Yi Wan stood straight, as if nothing had happened.
The phone on the table suddenly rang. An Yelin's face turned pale after the call, and after gritting his teeth for a long time, he took the phone and left.
When he came downstairs, a Maybach was parked there. A handsome man stood there, with a sharp nose and a frosty face.
His eyebrows were somewhat similar to An Yelin's. The only difference was that An Yelin looked more like Xin Xue. After seeing the man coming down the stairs, he said coldly, "Get in the car."
An Yelin looked at him and gritted his teeth: "Why should I get in the car?!"
"It's your brother's birthday party at noon." Brother An continued coldly, "Be mature, you are the older brother."
"He is also my brother? A thief who stole my life seventeen years ago?" An Yelin crossed his arms and suddenly laughed strangely, "Maybe thirty-four years."
Thirty-four years, two lifetimes.
"Don't be so stubborn—it's your home."
An Yelin smiled coldly and did not answer.
He originally thought that he had been deeply hurt by this family in his previous life. It was not until now that he realized that the hidden pain in his heart made him still have expectations for them.
But he chose to stubbornly cover up his hesitation: "I don't want to be with you..."
"Don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit." Brother An's expression finally changed. He said coldly, "Maybe I should call your agent. Buy him some time for your announcement?"
"An Yelan!"
"Who do you think will give in first between the two of us?"
"I'm sorry." Yi Wan's voice came from behind the two of them, "Please move aside."
He was carrying a bag of garbage, wearing a light pink sweater, and looked like a little fluffy white cat with beautiful eyes, but he was carrying a bag of…
It looks like soup is about to drip into the pot.
Brother An shuddered. He was standing on the right side and could not help but make way for the other side.
Yi Wan took the garbage to sort the garbage bins. Brother An, with the background sound of Yi Wan sorting the garbage, suppressed his throbbing veins and said to An Yelin, "You must go back today."
As he spoke, he clapped his hands, and a bodyguard actually got out of the car!
"you!"
An Yelin was shocked and angry, but was stuffed into the car by the bodyguard. Just as the car door was about to close, Yi Wan's voice came faintly from behind the car window.
"Yelin doesn't seem to want to leave with you alone." He said to An Yeluan.
"So what?" An Yeluan sneered.
Yi Wan then smiled faintly: "So, you can bring both of us to accompany him."