Crossover Actors - Chapter 69

[Chapter 69]

Putting his finger on the control button, Lu Wen did not press it. He stared at the Bentley who was about to turn into the road from the window. He realized that he had been empty for too many seconds. I don’t know either.”

Lu Wen’s thinking was a little confused, and he said, “Don’t be too late.”

“Well, how about you?” Qu Yanting asked him, “You said on the call that you were busy this week, are you done, are you tired? ?”

Lu Wen didn’t tell Qu Yanting the real situation, he was so old, and he was beaten and watched, so he couldn’t tell. “It’s okay.” He said, “Then you’re busy, I won’t bother you anymore.” I do

n’t know if it was an illusion, Qu Yanting heard a hint of loss from Lu Wen’s tone, hung up the line, and turned the steering wheel to merge into the traffic in the sunset.

Lu Wen stared at the distant Bentley, his eyes glued.

Why did Qu Yanting lie? What do you want to do without letting him know? Besides this time, have you lied to him?

The butt of the car was almost out of sight, Lu Wen had no time to think, his emotions overwhelmed his reason, and said, “Uncle Yan, let me keep up with that Bentley just now.”

Lao Yan discouraged him: “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Lu Wen leaned over Grabbing the driver’s seat, he urged, “If you don’t drive again, I’ll be making a fuss,

it ‘s going to be a big one!” I also understand that I was really anxious and confused, and maybe I dared to break the window and jump out. He stepped on the accelerator and turned to the road. He said worriedly, “If your dad–”

Lu Wen interrupted, “How much does my dad pay you? I’ll pay you five times.”

He took a taxi and said, “The key is what are you doing following people? It’s unreasonable. You are a public figure now, so don’t be impulsive in everything.”

Lu Wen’s left ear went in and the other went out, reminding: “Hurry up, follow closely.”

“If you follow too closely, you will be discovered.” Lao Yan gave up his persuasion. Optimistically, the boss asked him to be responsible for the pick-up and drop-off, as long as people didn’t run under his nose, it should be fine.

The two cars kept a certain distance, Lu Wen sat back, and followed the Bentley’s roof the whole way. It was getting dark, and the neon lights were all lit at one moment.

Forty minutes later, Qu Yanting drove into an old street. There is a Chinese-style house at the end of the street. It was the former residence of a civil servant in the late Qing Dynasty. It was bought and renovated a few years ago and renamed as “Qingxiaotang”.

Bentley entered through the side door and was finally out of sight.

“What’s wrong?” Lao Yan asked.

“Pull over first.” Lu Wen looked at the plaque hanging on the painted door, not satisfied with waiting outside like a paparazzi, “Uncle Yan, are you hungry, can I invite you in for a meal?”

Lao Yan smiled confidently: ” You can’t get in.”

“Why?” Lu Wen frowned, “You only accept appointments?”

Qingxiaotang is essentially a private restaurant, not only accepting appointments, but not everyone can make appointments. The boss is half of the literary circle, so almost all the friends in the circle are received.

Lu Wen asked curiously, “How do you understand so clearly?”

“I’ll send Mr. Lu—” Lao Yan stopped halfway.

But Lu Wen heard it, and asked more curiously: “My dad has been here? He is not from the literary and art circle. Who is he? Why didn’t you bring me to broaden the network in the circle?”

Lao Yan estimated that he would not be able to leave for a while. Turn off the car. Talking about the boss behind his back is a taboo, but Lu Wen grew up watching him, and he also sees the conflicts between father and son these days.

With a deep sigh, Lao Yan said, “That was two years ago. You want to change companies to be an actor. Mr. Lu couldn’t resist, so he went to find people in the circle to find out. It depends on whether your company is reliable or not. What are the risks… I made an appointment here at that time.”

Lu Wen didn’t know this at all, and said stunned: “Why didn’t my dad tell me.”

Lao Yan asked back: “You threatened me to follow me here, if you don’t go home, why didn’t you tell Mr. Lu?”

Lu Wen ruffled his hair twice, unlocked his phone and opened Lu Zhanqing’s WeChat, this week in the cold war, he won’t call, While typing, he said, “We have a good confession. I have an extra interview and I work overtime in the company.” After

losing the last word, Lu Wen suddenly realized that he himself had lied like this.

Maybe everyone can lie, but they don’t like being lied to.

In the other courtyard of Qingxiaotang, the east wing has been transformed into a new Chinese-style private room. On either side of the large long table, five men sat loosely.

Zeng Zhen’s assistant went around and added tea, first to Director Hu Qing on the left, and his foreign photographers and editors, and then to Zeng Zhen and Qu Yanting on the right.

Hu Qing’s Mandarin is not standard, and the photographer and editor do not speak Chinese. Qu Yanting greeted each other in English, buzzing, and the phone on mute vibrated briefly in his trouser pocket.

Whether this occasion was out of time, or instinctively escaping, Qu Yanting did not take it out.

Lu Wen finally deleted the WeChat message sent to Lu Zhanqing. He was experiencing what it was like to be deceived, and had a little conscience to realize that it was a big deal to go home and be beaten again.

Clicking on the orange cat’s avatar, he sent a message to Qu Yanting.

A few minutes passed, but Qu Yanting did not reply. Lu Wen’s eyes switched back and forth between the door and the phone screen, wondering what Qu Yanting looked like in Qingxiaotang.

Who to eat with?

How many people, how many dishes?

Have you been drinking?

Do you have time to look at your phone, or do you just ignore it?

Lu Wen clicked on the dialog box, edited another sentence and sent it over. The more Qu Yanting didn’t reply, the more he couldn’t help adding more. He was like an impetuous stinky boy desperately trying to find a sense of existence. He wanted to call Qu Yanting and shout loudly: Look at me!

Half of his thighs were numb, and Qu Yanting could no longer ignore it, and took out his mobile phone while others were chatting. He secretly opened WeChat under the table, and Lu Wen sent nine messages.

“Mr. Qu, are you still working overtime?”

“Have you eaten dinner?”

“Can Commander Huang be able to do it at home ?”

“It’s been windy these two days, ooh.”

“The countdown to the broadcast of “First Night”, I I’m so nervous!”

The remaining four were mixed emojis, Qu Yanting read them one by one, and quickly edited “I’ll call later”, before the last word “you” was entered, Hu Qing suddenly called him across the table.

Several glances were cast at the same time, and Qu Yanting raised his head and tucked the lock screen of his phone back into his trouser pocket. The unfinished replies in the dialog box turned into “drafts”. He politely said: “You talk about it.”

Hu Qing has always been pleasant, without the air of an international leader, and said: “I heard it before, you are his most proud student, and I can see that he has placed his trust in you. I have high hopes.”

Qu Yanting lowered his hands and said, “I am very grateful to the teacher for his cultivation.”

Hu Qing asked, “Then, why didn’t you become a director?”

Zeng Zhen leaned on the back of the chair lazily, raised his tea nod and blew, An irrelevant attitude. Qu Yanting smiled lightly, crossed his fingers, and clenched: “Because, for some reason.”

Hu Qing smiled and shook his head, adults can make up a thousand beautiful reasons if they want to prevaricate. Qu Yanting replied like this, but he was not sure. Honesty or perfunctory.

“Then I’ll ask another question.” Hu Qing’s interest did not diminish, “Why did you learn directing in the first place?”

Qu Yanting’s tense fingers were stagnant and swollen. : “Being a director is my dream, as well as my father’s dream.”

Hu Qingyin was stunned for a moment in the second half of the sentence. He had already asked the beginning and the end, and deduced the middle process that Qu Yanting did not want to disclose, and said, “The reason must be very bad.”

Qu Yanting pursed his lips and swallowed the unspeakable thing in his mouth, showing an indifferent smile. He picked up the tea cup: “Being able to have a face-to-face conversation with you will fulfill my dream of being a director.” The

waiting was always extremely torturous, Lu Wen lay in the last row of the carriage, his phone pressed against his forehead. He gave up sending Qu Yanting a message, and he could only get more and more anxious when he didn’t get a reply.

The side door of Qingxiaotang opened occasionally, but Bentley was never seen in the car coming and going. Lu Wen finished singing the 299 classic love songs in his mind, sat up after singing the 300th song, opened WeChat and sent a voice to Qu Yanting.

“It’s late at night, you still don’t want to sleep, are you still thinking about him, are you tired of being so infatuated, knowing that he won’t come back to comfort you… Oh forget it, just forget it like this, let it go, and then It’s useless to think about it, wait stupidly, and he won’t come back…”

Lao Yan squinted for a while, and was woken up by his singing: “Let’s go if you don’t come back.”

Lu Wen stubbornly said: “I won’t go.”

Lao Yan He closed his eyes again and said in his sleep, “It’s impossible to find him, what a simple matter.”

Lu Wen’s patience has long since been worn out, and was stunned by Lao Yan’s unintentional words. The catharsis, but also did not forget to throw the blame: “Listen to you! I’ll go find him!”

Lao Yan suddenly woke up, and before he could stop, Lu Wen had already opened the door and got out of the car, and ran in with his long legs. Opened the door of Qingxiaotang.

Going around the shadow wall, Lu Wen looked around in the outer courtyard. When the waiter greeted him to register in the main hall, he paradoxically said, “My friend made an appointment. He should have arrived.” The

waiter asked, “Who is your friend?”

Lu Wendao: “Qu Yanting.” The

figure in the east wing moved, and Qu Yanting stood up and shook hands with Hu Qing again. Although the content of the meal was limited, it was quite enjoyable.

Zeng Zhen took the other party to the door, said goodbye with a smile, and sent his assistant to send him off. The private room was deserted, and he returned to the table to pick up the unfinished cup of tea.

“How is it?” Zeng Zhen took a sip. Qu Yanting

put on his coat and said, “It’s very beneficial to chat with Director Hu.”

Zeng Zhen asked, “Are you just willing to chat?”

But it was very light: “What do you mean by teacher?”

“I want you to think about it.” Zeng Zhen said, “I know that your master has found some old helpers in the system. She wants to pave the way for you, but she paved the way. Are you really willing to go?”

Qu Yanting fastened the button and replied, “Master has paved the road that countless screenwriters have dreamed of.”

Zeng Zhen laughed: “Xiao Ting, why bother with me.” He put down the teacup, His fingertips rubbed along the mouth of the cup, “Is half of the conversation about this dinner tonight related to the screenwriter? Do you like to be a screenwriter or a director, and it’s all written on your face when you talk to Director Hu.”

Qu Yanting held it. Scarf, said: “Like is the most powerless thing.”

Zeng Zhen asked: “Why?”

“Teacher, why do you ask clearly.” Qu Yanting said calmly.

Putting the scarf around his neck, he wrapped it around his neck as if he had put a shackle on himself: “Why don’t I become a director, doesn’t the teacher know best.”

Zeng Zhen’s finger rested on the mouth of the cup: “Hate me?”

Qu Yanting did not admit it , did not deny it, and

his tone was full of sarcasm: “I like being a director, but if I like it, it doesn’t mean I can get it. I have accepted it for so many years, but the teacher has not accepted it yet?” He said reproachfully, “You are too stubborn. A child from a bitter background will have a better life if he is obedient. Back then—”

“Teacher.” Qu Yanting interrupted Zeng Zhen, “The tea is cold, it’s time to go.”

Zeng Zhen put on his jacket leisurely, and finally brought up the tacit topic: “What’s the hurry, there is still an appointment? Be careful to be photographed.”

The corridor outside the wing was decorated with spotlights, and Lu Wen followed the waiter all the way around and was taken to Qu Yanting’s box.

The waiter pointed to the front window: “Mr. Qu and the others are in the east wing. Please wait a moment. I’ll go first and say hello.”

As soon as he turned the corner, Lu Wen grabbed a pillar under the corridor and said: “Then what, I want to go to the bathroom.” The

waiter said: “There is a bathroom in the wing, which is very convenient.”

Lu Wen bites the bullet and continues to walk, what should I do? If you come out to disrupt the situation… Damn, it’s all Yan Zhiguo’s fault, what kind of bad idea!

Seeing that he reached the door, Lu Wen struggled: “Hey! I want to smoke a cigarette before going in!” The

waiter said, “Sorry, smoking is not allowed in Qingxiaotang.”

Lu Wen quickly borrowed the donkey and said, “No, I I’m very addicted to smoking, it’s very uncomfortable, I’ll go out and smoke one and come in again.”

Before he finished speaking, a figure stepped out from behind the carved door of the east wing, and Qu Yanting lowered his eyes and turned to the corridor, his face as cold as a crescent moon in the waning night.

It was too late, Lu Wen held his breath: “Mr. Qu…” Qu

Yanting raised his eyes when he heard the sound, and was stunned when he saw Lu Wen. The carved door panel shook, and Zeng Zhen walked out two steps behind.

Lu Wen was so shocked that his scalp went numb: “My God, Director Zeng!”

[End of This Chapter]