Traffic jam.
Traffic jam.
Jiahe looked at the time on his phone with a tight chest, his heart beating faster and faster.
The launch conference had already begun, but she was still stuck in traffic, with the end point in sight.
Who knew that today was Valentine's Day?
There were couples sitting in taxis in Shanghai.
It took her an hour to take a taxi, plus If there is a traffic jam, I am afraid that only the employees will be left at the scene.
The driver seemed to feel the aura emanating from Jiahe, and kept smiling and comforting that he would be there soon.
"Don't be afraid, a man should wait, especially today."
Jiahe looked out the window sadly: "It would be nice if I could really wait."
There is always no screenwriter at press conferences, and she is not an actor or director, so who will wait for her?
"You have brought your luggage, and he hasn't waited yet."
Jiahe saw the driver's bright eyes through the rearview mirror.
He originally wanted to explain, but he was really in no mood to talk.
As soon as the press conference was over, she followed the group into Hengdian.
Of course she would bring her suitcase, but a woman dragging her suitcase to the Hilton Hotel on Valentine's Day would be the same idea for a hundred people.
The red light turns to green, and the green light turns to red.
They are all changed for the air to see.
No car can move.
In this way, when the car climbed to the hotel, it was already close to six o'clock.
Jiahe dragged his suitcase and walked downstairs to the hotel.
He looked at a few young girls waiting for their idol in the cold wind.
He couldn't help but wonder which group of them were Yi Wenze's fans.
He thought When he was about to see me, he actually felt embarrassed.
It wasn't until he saw the appraising look in the hotel doorman's eyes that he calmed down.
The past two years of screenwriting have been in vain.
She always pretended to be calm and well-organized, but her pretense was completely broken.
"I told you, you can really stretch."
As soon as the elevator door opened, Qiao Qiao almost hit it with her cell phone.
"You didn't come until it was halfway through."
She said as she grabbed Jiahe's luggage and ran in quickly. to the venue.
Wall-high background board, dozens of rows of seats, and colorful lights in the room.
At this time, the individual interview stage has entered, and several protagonists are being interviewed throughout the venue, surrounded by long guns and short cannons.
The heroine grabbed the most beautiful backdrop and posed with a perfect pose.
She was a newly rising idol in the Mainland, and her smile was a bit raw.
When the role was originally decided, Jiahe didn't even know her name.
He searched for information on the Internet, but he couldn't imagine how she could play a Tang Dynasty noblewoman.
Now it seems that at least her figure agrees with her.
Qiaoqiao suddenly pulled her away and pointed to the right side of the main stage.
That position was naturally that of Yi Wenze.
The background wall behind him is the brightly lit Daming Palace in the night.
Although he was surrounded by more than a dozen reporters, due to his height advantage, he could still clearly see his side face through the interlaced cameras.
The short black hair and the penetrating eyes truly made Jiahe stunned.
At this time, a very young reporter was asking a question.
I don't know whether it was because of excitement or something.
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He stumbled a little while asking, and his face was slightly red.
However, he just smiled and listened patiently.
After the reporter finished asking, he immediately replied politely.
From this distance, you could vaguely hear his voice, which was not very standard in Mandarin, so familiar yet so strange.
"After the interview is over, I'll ask the director to introduce you to you," Qiao Qiao looked at her sideways, "People like me, a small producer, may not remember you, but you are still a big-name director."
Jiahe tried to stay calm, and suddenly realized that she should be wearing high heels.
She was half a head shorter than Qiao Qiao, but now she was standing next to her in high heels, making herself look like a supermodel assistant.
"Calm down, calm down," Qiao Qiao handed her a glass of water, "We have to ignore him.
If you dare to show recognition and admiration in your eyes, you will lose.
I swear he will force you to change the script and add drama every day."
"Isn't it like this every time?"
Jiahe took a sip of water and said depressedly, "No matter whether it's a male lead or a female lead, or a male and female partner, the first sentence I get when I get the script is that there's something wrong with the script.
I wish everyone else in the whole scene was just stupid.
It’s a good script if you just keep saying the lines.”
"Hey, why are you talking to me?
Go talk to the director."
Qiao Qiao grabbed her cup and took a sip.
"I'm a double-faced person.
Don't embarrass me."
Qiao Qiao suddenly flashed her big eyes, innocent.
He looked at Jiahe.
Jiahe gritted his teeth and glared at her: "If they are clients, you are the madam."
Qiao Qiao almost sprayed water: "Okay, if Yi Wenze wants to change it, don't do it."
Just as Jiahe was about to answer the question, Director Jiang had already sent away a reporter.
When he saw the two of them, he waved.
Qiao Qiao hurriedly pushed her and whispered: "I'm going to see the female lead.
That woman is very pretentious and likes to be taken seriously."
After saying that, without waiting for her reaction, he squeezed in the reporters with a smile on his face. heap.
Jiahe watched Director Jiang walk up to Yi Wenze, who was taking photos with several young reporters.
When the director passed by, he politely dismissed the reporters and spoke to the director in a low voice.
She couldn't move just by looking at Yi Wenze's profile.
Until the director raised his head and called her again, Yi Wenze also turned his head and glanced at her.
Like a special effect in a script, the slow motion zoomed in on his smile and eyes.
His eyes only fell on Jiahe, forcing her to become embarrassed and uneasy.
But it only took a moment.
She quickly put on a smile and walked to Director Jiang's side.
Director Jiang patted Jiahe on the shoulder: "This is the screenwriter, Jiahe."
"Hello."
Yi Wenze nodded, his deep dark eyes full of smiles.
Different from the polite and distant attitude towards reporters just now, he was a little gentler.
He stretched out his hand and gently held Jiahe's hand.
"Hello."
Jiahe's palms were still cold because he had just entered the room.
When he was held by his warm hand, his heart beat faster.
"How is the script revised?"
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After the two let go, Director Jiang immediately began to press for debt.
"It's almost done, I'll give it to you tonight," Jiahe hurriedly adjusted his mood and immediately entered a work preparation state, "But there are still some problems in a few scenes."
"Okay," the director interrupted her with a smile, "We'll talk about it in Hengdian."
Jiahe nodded sheepishly, realizing that he was so nervous that he forgot it was a press conference, and reporters were still waiting for interviews not far away.
But as soon as she stopped, she didn't know what to say.
She just stood beside the two of them sullenly, pretending to watch the interview of the female lead in the distance.
Yi Wenze and the director started chatting in Cantonese.
She was confused.
I can understand, the general idea is about the script.
While she was thinking about how to sneak away quietly, a reporter had already rushed over to interview the director.
Yi Wenze looked at her: "Let's go drink some water."
Jiahe had no excuse to run away, so she could only follow him to the long table in a hurry and took the orange juice from him.
He also took a glass of orange juice and held it in his hand.
The fingers clasped on the wall of the glass were long and slender, and the joints were well maintained.
However, like all actors, the palms of his hands had accumulated fine wounds and roughness over the years.
"Is there any problem?"
he asked suddenly.
Jiahe raised his head to face his doubts, only to realize that he was staring at his hands in a daze.
He smiled and said, "It's nothing.
I'm just sighing for your hard work as actors."
Yi Wenze understood what she was talking about and smiled: "It's actually nothing, but actresses have to suffer a bit.
No matter how well-maintained the back of the hand is, the palm of the hand will inevitably become rough, especially when acting in costume dramas."
Jiahe smiled: "Yes, I have to deal with swords, reins, and wires every day, and no matter how good the hand cream is, it's useless."
Humble, polite and low-key, these are the comments given by many collaborators.
And now it seems that this is indeed the case for me.
Jiahe just chatted casually with him in just one or two words, pretending to hold the orange juice, and drank half a sip before daring to continue.
This feeling was like the first interview after graduating from university.
He was calm on the surface, but deep inside.
They were already in a panic, fearing that any look or slight movement would leave a bad impression on others.
What's more, the person in front of her is her idol for more than ten years.
When Yi Wenze debuted, she had just graduated from junior high school.
Yi Wenze was a youth idol in her teenage years.
In an era when there were not many mainland movies, he unexpectedly got an opportunity and became popular on both sides of the Taiwan Strait and in three places for many years.
However, today, his works are much less than those back then.
Although he has been semi-retired behind the scenes, he is still doing well.
Suddenly, Qiaoqiao's voice came, to the effect of reminding everyone to hurry up and interview, as the crew was about to leave.
Because of these words, many reporters who had been watching from a distance came over and interrupted the two of them in a friendly manner, wanting to conduct some more interviews alone.
Jiahe gave way knowingly, walked out of the banquet hall, grabbed some snacks from the long dining table, and then sat in an inconspicuous corner, waiting for Qiaoqiao's assistant to take him to the car.
After an unknown amount of time, the phone suddenly vibrated.
When she picked up the answer, it was Qiao Qiao's voice: "Help me find Yi Wenze.
His assistant is beside me.
He is so stupid that he doesn't even know where he is."
Her voice was blurred by the wind, like Outdoors, he seemed to be in a very bad mood, "His newly divorced wife is being interviewed.
Take him into the car quickly before the reporter receives the news.
My boss hates using scandals to hype up scandals.
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It's really troublesome."
While talking on the phone, Qiaoqiao told people around her to drive over.
Jiahe was shocked when he heard this.
After hanging up the phone, he realized that he, the screenwriter, was being used as an assistant by Qiao Qiao.
But she also knew that it was best to find Yi Wenze now.
Not only did Qiao Qiao's boss hate malicious hype, but Yi Wenze had always resisted this kind of news.
Even her die-hard fan only found out that he had been married to that woman for two years after seeing reports of his breakup in the past half month.
She had been here several times, so she was quite familiar with the environment.
She just put down her cup and walked quietly among the actors and reporters, looking at every corner, but she didn't find any sign.
After walking around the venue two or three times, Jiahe finally remembered that there was a stairwell here that few people passed by.
When I opened the door to the stairwell, there was only white light inside and it was very quiet.
Yi Wenze stood at the corner and turned off his cell phone completely.
The white light in his palm flashed away.
He held the cigarette between his two fingers and remained silent for a moment.
After it was completely lit, he glanced at Jiahe at the top of the stairs.
Jiahe felt inexplicably guilty when he saw him: "Qiaoqiao asked me to take you down."
He nodded: "Okay, thank you."
Yi Wenze, who had been smiling politely throughout the press conference, was not smiling at all at this moment.
He just smoked quietly and did not look at Jiahe again. gd1806102: