Crossover Actors - Chapter 61

[Chapter 61]

On the third day of the new year, Qu Yanting went to the famous building in Zishan for a banquet. The weather was not too cold, so he wore a medium-length wool coat with narrow lapels and a pearl gray turtleneck under it.

Holding the steering wheel in his left hand, the silver ring on his ring finger flashed slightly, Qu Yanting honked the horn, and when the nanny opened the door, he drove the car straight into the garage.

There was a scent in the villa, it was a steamed Buddha jumping over the wall in a sealed pot. Wang Mingyu was picking tableware in front of the side cabinet, and heard footsteps shouting: “Yan Ting is here? You are tall, help me get it.”

Qu Yanting went over and He took down a set of gold-edged crystal plates and said, “Is this the birthday present I gave you last year?”

“Well, I haven’t had a chance to use it.” Wang Mingyu asked, “Did you come back yesterday?”

Qu Yanting said, “I came in at dusk. In the urban area, the car dealership is closed, so I wiped the car myself, and I was so tired that I fell asleep without eating dinner.”

Wang Mingyu was indeed in a good mood, like an ordinary mother: “Go and look at the menu, there is still time to add any dishes you want. .”

Qu Yanting didn’t burden the nanny, there was a snack box on the coffee table, he sat down to eat, and opened a bottle of wine and a bunch of flowers. Bordeaux Blanc, sent by the studio partner, the irises were cut from the balcony.

Wang Mingyu put the flower in the vase and chatted, “How about collecting the wind?”

“Yes, the local scenery is also good.” Qu Yanting said, “Fill up the script and show it to you.”

A car stopped at the entrance of the garden, and the guests arrived as scheduled. to. Qu Yanting accompanied Wang Mingyu to greet him on the porch, took a few deep breaths, and put on a proper smile on his face.

Six people came one after another, all over 500 years old, and they were all top seniors in the industry. These people are not only screenwriters, but also the vice president of the Film Literature Society, the chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and the director of the Art Office.

The last belated one, Du Changhan, first worked in the editor-in-chief of the state-owned film studio, and later was transferred to the General Political and Cultural Troupe. Now he is the chairman of the Screenwriters Working Committee of the Radio and Television Association and the vice chairman of the Television Association.

Wang Mingyu greeted him warmly: “Elder Du, everyone is here, you are the last one.”

Du Changhan did not look like a pedantic, but more like an old British gentleman, with a neatly trimmed goatee, framed mirrors, and said A hoarse old voice: “You’re older, move slower.”

His turbid eyes moved to Qu Yanting’s body, and Du Changhan joked, “Whose child is so handsome, come to welcome me, a bad old man.”

Wang Mingyu said, “My apprentice , you forgot?”

Qu Yanting stretched out his hands at the right time, he was not sure whether Du Changhan remembered, but he did not forget that when he won the Outstanding Screenwriter Award, he had a relationship with Du Changhan.

“Elder Du, Happy New Year.” Du

Changhan shook his hand back: “That year you won the award…”

Qu Yanting smiled and said, “You are the chief judge.” After

entering the room, Wang Mingyu welcomed everyone into the small tea room in the side hall. The tea smoke curled up, but Du Changhan was not interested. He had heard that Wang Mingyu had a set of ancient books that were out of print, and wanted to open his eyes.

Wang Mingyu said generously: “Yan Ting, take Du Lao to the study on the second floor.”

Qu Yanting led Du Changhan upstairs. There was a dust-proof wooden box on the table in the study, and inside it was the set of ancient books. It seemed that Wang Ming Rain is ready. He handed over the magnifying glass and said, “Elder Du, sit down and watch.”

Du Changhan leaned on the table and said unintentionally, “Lady, we actually met twice.”

Qu Yanting honestly confessed: “I didn’t . Impression, when is it?”

Du Changhan said: “Last summer, the film and television industry revolution celebration.”

Qu Yanting suddenly realized that he accompanied Wang Mingyu at that time, but he was tense all the way on that occasion, and he didn’t care about paying attention to other people.

Du Changhan said: “You are outstanding, like a movie star.”

Qu Yanting laughed: “Thank you Du Lao for your compliment.”

Du Changhan put down the magnifying glass, crossed his two old hands, and the thumbs circled around each other, brewing a sentence that was rarely said in his position: “It should be me thanking you.”

“How could it be?” Qu Yanting said, “Elder Du , you’re joking.”

Du Changhan said: “New Wing Culture is my young daughter’s company.”

Qu Yanting was stunned, the idol drama he named, the production company is New Wing Culture. After a few seconds of silence, he temporarily put aside all speculation, and said politely: “It’s such a coincidence that you are young and promising.”

Du Changhan shook his head helplessly: “If you talk like this, my face will turn red.”

Qu Yanting is not good at flattering , and he didn’t want to leave a stinky impression. He seemed to be euphemistic, but in fact he said bluntly: “I hope Ling Ai’s company will have better works in the future.”

Du Changhan looked at Qu Yanting through the lens, and after a long silence, he was in He touched the pocket inside the placket, remembering that he didn’t have a business card holder, so he tore a note from the desk.

“Lady, this is my number.” The

paper was not the landline of the office, but a string of personal mobile phone numbers. Qu Yanting couldn’t help but be surprised: “You…why?

” I owe you a favor, and if you have any difficulties, come to me.” The

noon banquet started on time, the dining table was moved to the floor-to-ceiling window, and the sun was shining, Du Changhan was held in the main seat at one end. Qu Yanting poured tea or white wine for everyone, and when he passed by Wang Mingyu, the other party pressed his back.

The people who write the stories are very chatty, and the sporadic inspiration will lead to infinite, and the meal will be eaten more than three o’clock. After the end, the master and apprentice sent the guests out of the gate. It was warm in the afternoon, and Wang Mingyu wanted to take a walk in the garden.

Qu Yanting accompanied him. He knew that the other party didn’t like socializing, and said, “Master, you are tired.”

“It’s okay.” Wang Mingyu asked, “How was your chat with Mr. Du?

” the script.”

“You know?” Wang Mingyu said, “Elder Du’s youngest daughter is an old man and spoiled. She wanted to take advantage of her father’s light to take a shortcut and find a well-known screenwriter to raise the price of the book, which made it a mess.”

“Elder Du doesn’t seem to agree?”

“Well, Mr. Du came from a hard life and has strong principles. He only spoils his children when he is old. So he will remember your affection.”

Qu Yanting asked: “You were the In order for me to catch up with him?”

“Yes, no one has the good life to stay in the ivory tower forever. Especially in this circle, rights and interpersonal relationships can change too much, and sometimes they can only be exchanged for equivalent.”

If this is a sum of money Qu Yanting gained far more than he lost from the transaction. He said, “Why didn’t you tell me the reason before?”

Wang Mingyu smiled and said, “Because you really need to grind, people have to experience too much helplessness, what’s your character? Sending love to the characters in the pen is also considered a fulfillment.”

Qu Yanting said at a loss: “Thank you, Master.”

Wang Mingyu patted his arm: “Yan Ting, it’s too easy for you to come here, continue to climb up, like this I won’t be constrained.”

Qu Yanting stood on the lawn for a while and returned to the villa, Wang Mingyu had already gone upstairs to rest. He was about to leave, entering the garage from inside while putting on his coat.

Just as he walked around the front of the car, the garage door slowly opened.

Zeng Zhen came back from going out, with one hand on the outside of the car window, with a cigarette in between, seeing Qu Yanting in the garage, he pushed open the door and got out of the car.

Qu Yanting didn’t move: “Teacher, Happy New Year.”

Zeng Zhen walked over: “Long time no see, stay at home for a while.”

Qu Yanting said: “Another day, Master is very tired today, I won’t bother.”

“Did you drink, the teacher gave you.”

“It’s okay, I drink tea.”

Zeng Zhen looked at Qu Yanting unabashedly, like an actor admiring the audition behind the camera. He scanned the outline of his facial features. He took a sip of nicotine and said, “I’ve lost weight.”

Qu Yanting said, “The teacher has lost weight too.” “I’m

upset, no Appetite.” Zeng Zhen laughed.

Of course, Qu Yanting didn’t ask the reason, and said, “Auntie stewed soup today, and the teacher went back to drink a bowl.”

Zeng Zhen didn’t mean to leave or give way. Xiaoting , I heard that you went to Lanshui.”

“Well.” Qu Yanting didn’t tell anyone else, Zeng Zhen could only listen to what Jin Yanyu said, “Go to collect the wind.”

Zeng Zhen asked, “By the way, the man who will help you. The protagonist is in trouble?”

Qu Yantingxu clenched his fists, hanging on the side of his legs, his knuckles pressed tightly against the seams of his trousers: “I’m just afraid of affecting the online drama.”

“Really?”

“After all, it’s my book, and the investment I invested , if it is affected and the trouble is not good, it will also lose the teacher’s face.”

“What’s the name of the actor, his surname is Lu?”

“It’s just a little star, and he’s ignorant to make such trouble.”

Qu Yanting said: “Jin Will Yanyu affect the teacher’s film?”

Zeng Zhen said, “It’s not pornography/gambling/poisoning, the public may have forgotten about it before the release.”

“That’s good.” Qu Yanting said, “Blame me for being too reckless.”

Zeng Zhen lifted his chin slightly, his height gave people a sense of oppression, and said, “How can I blame you, but you don’t want to disappoint the teacher.”

Qu Yanting drove away, glanced at the white villa, looked back and wiped his fingers On the silver ring, he clenched the steering wheel hard and stepped on the accelerator.

When he got home, Qu Yanting didn’t even take off his coat. He turned to the balcony and fell into the small sofa, relaxing every inch. The pot of cut irises was placed on the low table, and the flowerless branches were a little pitiful.

He sat silently for a long time until Commander Huang couldn’t help confirming whether he was still alive. Taking the cat into his arms, he rudely rubbed the cat’s face and sighed, “I’ll be a cat in my next life, so you can raise me.”

Commander Huang was very clueless, so he jumped off his knees and quickly retreated.

Qu Yanting was frozen in place with a trance-like appearance. In the third year of junior high, the deadline for his consideration had arrived, but he was shaken badly, or in other words, his potential concerns never subsided.

The better Lu Wen treats him, the deeper he sinks.

more afraid.

Qu Yanting took out his mobile phone. He was glad that there was someone who let him feel at ease. He opened QQ. For the first time, he asked with the meaning of a request: Do you have time to chat for a while?

In the past few minutes, the unlucky little singer replied: I haven’t gotten off work yet, so I can’t chat for too long.

Social fear writer: Good, because I don’t know who to turn to.

Unlucky little singer: what’s wrong?

Qu Yanting pondered, and the editor said: You told me before that a close partner is more useful than a hundred volunteers, and I seem to have found it.

Unlucky little singer: Really?

Social fear writer: Well, someone who is willing to accompany me and who can make me happy.

Unlucky little singer: Great, so are you together?

Social fear of small writers: No.

Unlucky little singer: why?

Social fear little writer: I have some concerns and can’t decide.

The other party didn’t find it strange, and just regarded it as the difficulties that everyone in the marriage and love relationship has, such as economic conditions, family background, and the unlucky little singer asked: What is your inner tendency?

Social fear writer: I don’t know…

Unlucky little singer: When you think of him, do you think of him because you are worried because of worries, or because you like it more?

Qu Yanting clenched his typing hand, as if to grasp the pictures that flashed through his mind. Frame by frame, it turned out that he and Lu Wen had already accumulated a lot of memories.

He typed: I like him.

Unlucky little singer: If you guessed correctly, is that person who made up your mind to collect style?

Social fear little writer: Hmm.

The other party suddenly stopped replying, Qu Yanting stared at the phone, from patient to anxious, he knew that the other party’s opinion was not necessarily the golden rule, but when people were helpless, they were always cowardly and relying on a straw by chance.

Social fear writer: what should I do?

Qu Yanting asked this question clearly, and after sending it, he quit QQ, and clasped the phone on the armrest. About ten minutes later, the phone rang, and he received a reply from the little singer.

But Qu Yanting didn’t have the courage to open it, afraid that the other party would let him agree, and even more afraid that the other party would let him give up.

Until the red sun slanted westward, and the light was as bright as the fireworks on New Year’s Eve, Qu Yanting picked up the phone again, avoiding the unread messages, opened the address book and swiped to Lu Wen’s name.

Xu Shixiu dazzled his eyes, and the fingertips that pressed the dial trembled slightly.

Just after two rings, Lu Wen connected and called, “Mr. Qu?”

“Well.” Qu Yanting responded, “What are you doing?”

Lu Wen said, “I just returned to Master Cao’s house, and I want to record at home at night. Two hours, now I have time to pack my suitcase.”

Qu Yanting asked, “When you come back, do you want to go to the company or go home?”

“Go home directly.”

Lu Wen’s tone was a little flat, a little sluggish, and he could hear that he was not in a high mood. For a moment, Qu Yanting was only concerned: “What’s wrong?”

“It’s okay.”

“Is it inconvenient to talk about it? Can you tell me?”

Lu Wen said, “Mr. Qu, I miss you.”

Qu Yanting reached out to the low table, grabbed an iris leaf, and twisted the leaf with his fingertips, hoping to crush all those concerns and entanglements. He said, “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“But I have something to do tomorrow.” Lu Wen paused, “the fourth day of the first lunar month is my mother’s birthday, and I go to visit her grave every year.”

No wonder, Qu Yanting nodded to himself.

Lu Wen asked, “Mr. Qu, is there anything you can call me?”

Qu Yanting remained silent, the thinned leaves fell on the floor, leaving a little green on his fingertips.

Unlucky lovers in this world occupy most of the time, and it may last for two months, half a year, or a year, and finally end up in a split. If they will be separated, is it easier to let go of the short-lived joy?

“Lu Wen,” Qu Yanting asked softly, “How long will you like me?” The

phone was quiet for a while, and Lu Wen said, “Yesterday when we recorded the show, I found that there was a small photo studio in the ancient town, so I took Master Cao for us. I took the group photo and washed it. I washed two, one large and one small.”

Qu Yanting listened to him and answered nonsense.

Lu Wen said, “I put the small one in my wallet.”

Qu Yanting said, “Is it still popular to put photos in my wallet?”

“It’s not popular anymore.” Lu Wen finally laughed , “But I made an agreement with Faxiao. When we were young, we took a group photo and stuffed it in our wallet, and we could change it until we got rid of the bill.”

Qu Yanting covered his eyes with a hand stained with leaf green: “But I didn’t promise you.”

“I Can’t you use it in advance?”

“Don’t be fooled.” “If you do

n’t play, you won’t play, then I’ll tell you seriously.”

“…What?”

Lu Wen said: “If you agree, we will take a new replacement every year. If I don’t get you, I’ll keep this picture in my wallet for the rest of my life.”

The corners of Qu Yanting’s eyes were hot, and he didn’t know who to blame Yu Hui or who.

“You know,” Lu Wen replied with a lag, “My dad only likes my mother in his life.”

“Lu Wen…”

“Qu Yanting,” Lu Wen called him by his name, “I will only like you in my life.”

The author has something to say: Lu Zhanqing: Apart from height, there are only two inherited advantages

[End of This Chapter]