It was eerily quiet, and you could even vaguely hear the sound of cars driving by.
Just a small movement easily captured everyone's heart.
Jiahe looked at him steadily, remembering that he had no lines, but he couldn't think of what to do next.
He just lamented silently in his heart, afraid that It's time to reshoot again.
Yi Wenze looked as normal and put down his hands without leaving a trace: "I will not pursue anything today, and you don't have to stay in the palace anymore."
After saying that, he bent down and picked up his "son" and left the house indifferently. .
In the entire hall, only Jiahe, with tears on his face, stood alone.
"Cut" the director stood up with joy on his face, "Okay, let's call it a day."
There were still tears on Jiahe's face, and he wiped them away awkwardly.
When he walked to the door, he was immediately covered tightly by Qiaoqiao with a down jacket: "It's yours, a heartless scene, almost made you act like a concubine."
Goodbye, luckily your idol reacted quickly enough."
"It sucks."
Jiahe was already unsure, and he became even more uneasy when she said it.
"Fortunately," Qiao Qiao handed her a cup of hot water, "Why are you thinking so much?
It's just a guest appearance anyway.
Do you think the audience in this scene is watching you staring at Yi Wenze."
Although it was the truth, it made her, a dedicated sidekick, completely feel tight.
When everyone left the set one after another, Yi Wenze was still standing by the monitor and making a phone call.
Different from his usual calm smile, he frowned slightly and rubbed his temples while talking.
Jiahe glanced at him quietly before he hesitated.
Then, he and Qiao Qiao went out.
In the next three days, Yi Wenze asked for leave from the crew and returned to Hong Kong due to movie promotion activities.
Before leaving, he specially discussed the next scene with Director Jiang and left a lot of feedback.
The result was that Xiao Ou took ten sheets of A4 paper and guiltily stuffed them into Jiahe's hands without finishing a word.
He conveyed Director Jiang’s words: It will last for three days and must be corrected.
Xiao Ou laughed and immediately ran away like flying.
Jiahe held the paper and stared at the pile of dense opinions.
He suddenly had an illusion.
This feeling was very similar to when he was in elementary school.
The teacher went to another school to study for three days and left a mountain of homework for fear that the students would be lazy.
However, complaining was a complaint, so she still dedicated herself to seclusion for two days, and it was not until late the next night that she completed the task.
When she typed the last word, her mood immediately improved and she quickly opened Internet Explorer.
By default, Weibo logged in with the new account registered that day, and the only follower was Yi Wenze.
Before she could change her usual ID, she discovered that Yi Wenze's WeChat account, which had been idle for a month, had been updated.
The time was this afternoon, and there was only a photo of the airport without any text.
The meager black background and the white light of the airport in the afternoon create an alluring hue.
She suddenly remembered that many years ago, when she was a high school student, she sat at home all day cutting magazines, and then posted them on the notebook after they were all over the bed.
At that time, there was no meager income, no entertainment news, and no fan clubs.
All I could do was make fun of my favorite idols by myself, or at most just chat with a few classmates.
Idols at that time were really happy, and their private lives would not be so magnified into the ups and downs.
Once the camera magnified them, they would taste like arsenic.
Drinking poison to quench thirst is really the first unique skill that a star must learn.
She calculated the time.
It had only been six hours since the photo was posted, and it had received more than 1,400 messages.
It seemed that the idol's popularity was not too low.
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There were obviously many comments from people in the circle interspersed among the various messages, but they were all just a few vague words of comfort.
Yi Wenze only selected a few replies, and his words were casual and humorous, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
Jiahe dragged the mouse and read through more than a thousand messages before returning his meager comment.
There is no avatar profile, career setting, and only a thin idol.
I support you to stay on the main page.
Strangely, the display next to the comment is "1".
Who is so free to make such idiotic comments?
She clicked it and glanced at it, and was instantly shocked.
With three simple words, "Thank you," the message was from Yi Wenze.
The boring page and silly comments, but the person who commented was a bombshell, which instantly blew away Jiahe's good attitude that he had just relaxed.
She immediately closed the web page, logged in again, took a deep breath and opened the comment.
It was still the same three words, and it was still the same person.
I looked at my registered name.
It was obviously ordinary and could not be more ordinary.
There was no flaw in it at all.
She suddenly felt like someone was touching the back of her neck while watching a ghost movie late at night.
On the air conditioner display screen, the bluish 24 degrees kept flashing.
It was obviously a very comfortable temperature, but my heart felt like a cave of ice and a pit of fire.
Jiahe stood up, not knowing what he wanted to do, so he could only sit down again and put his head on the keyboard in despair, trying to calm himself down.
Because of the force on the forehead, the word document quickly recorded countless garbled characters, and it was full in an instant, and the pages continued to turn.
It wasn't until Qiaoqiao suddenly appeared twenty minutes later that her computer was saved.
"Go and sing karaoke."
After Qiao Qiao entered the door, he asked to close the computer for her, but found that the screen was full of ghost symbols.
"Miss, are you too stressed, or are you possessed by a ghost?
How can you type on such a thing?"
Jiahe quickly closed the screen: "You just came back from Shanghai, aren't you tired?"
"Director Jiang said that you have been busy for two days and asked me to take you to have fun."
Qiao Qiao didn't ask any more questions, "Let's go, the car is downstairs."
Jiahe looked at Qiao Qiao's slightly red eyes and knew that she was taking the opportunity to vent her anger.
He guessed that she was being screwed again this time.
Being heartbroken, someone like her who was so irritated by her own embarrassment could only put on her down jacket and was urged out of the hotel by Qiao Qiao.
When she got in the car, she realized that there were actually a car full of people.
Assistant guide Cheng Hao stood up hurriedly and gave his seat to Qiao Qiao and Jia He.
He sat next to another person, making the other person grin.
"You are really proud of yourself," Jiahe leaned into Qiaoqiao's ear, "You are in a bad mood and you have brought so many people to accompany you."
Qiaoqiao looked at her innocently: "Didn't I say it to relieve your stress?"
Jiahe decided to give up arguing with her.
Most of the shops on both sides of the road were closed, but the lights of the signboards were still flickering.
There were also a lot of tourists missing in this cold weather.
When the car zigzagged to the KTV, Qiao Qiao had regained her former self and was greeting everyone.
Enter.
The people in the car were all people who had known each other for a long time, so they were not polite.
As soon as they entered the private room, they started to sing songs with great fanfare, one after another, especially cheerful.
There were four dozen beers piled on the table, half of which were destroyed in an instant.
Jiahe had been in front of the computer for two days and was too tired to grab the microphone.
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He crowded around Qiaoqiao and listened to her applauding from time to time.
From time to time, she laughed at an acquaintance inside for being old-fashioned, and her mind began to live.
The new script is written in heaven, and I am thinking about whether to use the next few days to adjust it, so that I will not be the one who suffers from improvising.
Qiaoqiao suddenly pushed her: "Look, Tianchu."
She subconsciously looked up and was switching to the next song.
On a sunny and deserted road, a woman with long hair shawl was holding up a black tube top dress and running towards the camera.
The joy in her expression made the whole world jealous. v, became popular on both sides of the Taiwan Strait and three places two years ago, and it was this song that completely pushed her to the forefront.
Jiahe stared at the dazzling big screen and suddenly remembered that the wedding date was revealed by the media, which was around the time when the song became popular.
At that time, she only knew that the song was written by Yi Wenze, so naturally she was very concerned about it, but she didn't Guess the story behind it.
This song has a great melody and was once my go-to song.
Yi Wenze's lyrics are simple and not exaggerated, but they can make people feel the happiness.
Every time she sings this song, she doesn't have to look at the screen.
She has memorized the lyrics by heart.
Jiahe picked up the bucket of popcorn on the table. , listening to the long prelude, I began to feel lucky that Yi Wenze was in Hong Kong now, otherwise I don’t know what would have happened.
However, if he really came, no one would be so ignorant.
Just as she was grabbing one and preparing to throw it into her mouth, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open, and the sound of karaoke from the opposite side burst in.
It sounded like a woman was screaming hoarsely that she wanted to be loved until she died.
Jiahe was sitting closest to the door.
He was trembled by the heroic voice that rushed in.
When he was about to kick the door with his foot, he realized that the person who came in was actually It's Ah Qing.
Yi Wenze's assistant, Ah Qing.
"I finally found you," Ah Qing said with a helpless look, "Qiao Qiao, why didn't you look at your phone?
That made me go from private room to private room and was almost chased to death."
Her hands turned red from the cold. , and kept rubbing to keep warm.
The person behind her blocked the light outside the door.
He was wearing simple casual clothes.
Because he was wearing a peaked cap, the upper half of his face was lightly covered by the brim of the hat.
No one could see his beautiful eyes, but everyone knew that he was who At this moment, Jiahe subconsciously wanted to rush over to cut the song, but unexpectedly, the assistant director Cheng Hao, who had his back to the door, had already yelled: "Why is there no one singing Tianchu's song?"
He didn't realize that the atmosphere was already extremely awkward. , and then asked, "Do you want to cut it?"
"I'll sing, I'll sing."
Qiao Qiao immediately answered.
It would be really embarrassing if she cut the song at this time.
But as soon as she picked up the microphone, she immediately got stuck.
Qiao Qiao has a straightforward temperament and has never liked Tianchu's pure tones, so unfortunately, she really can't sing.
Fortunately, she thought quickly and immediately put the microphone into Jiahe's hand and whispered quickly: "I don't know her songs, so sing quickly and don't embarrass your idol." gd1806102: