Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 25: Respect for the future, not the present

"Junior brother!"

They had only taken a few steps when Liu Yifei shouted again.

"Senior sister, what's the matter?" Wu Chen said helplessly. This "junior brother" must be addicted to calling him that, right?

"Hehe, nothing much. I just wanted to ask if you guys have time during winter break. I'd like to invite you to visit the set. Would you like to go?"

Liu Yifei said with a smile, her eyes curved into crescents, her fingers secretly twisted behind her back, her eyes flashing with lively light, like they were filled with stars.

"Where?" Wu Chen raised his eyebrows and asked casually.

"Xianling Island in Xiandu Scenic Area!"

"I don't have time. I won't go. It's too far." Wu Chen blurted out the six-word mantra.

"Hmph, if you don't want to go, then don't go. You're begging me like that. We still haven't settled the score for the last time you tricked us into calling you our senior brother." Upon hearing this, Liu Yifei pouted angrily and pulled Zhou Yang to take two quick steps.

"Do you know how long it takes to get from the capital to Xianling Island?" Wu Chen couldn't help laughing. This sixteen-year-old girl was a bit arrogant.

"It's only been a two-hour flight. I know that." Liu Yifei snorted.

"It's two hours, yes, but a round trip ticket, economy class, costs over a thousand. The average monthly salary in Beijing is only 2000 yuan now, so a round trip would cost a month's salary."

Liu Yifei was about to say something when she heard this, but was interrupted by Wu Chen.

"Come on, I know you want to talk about the train, right?

The train is cheap, probably only three or four hundred yuan, but it takes a whole day, and you can't sleep during the journey, and you have to hold on to your belongings."

"Ah, why?" Liu Yifei was a little puzzled.

"Of course, if you don't keep it well, someone will keep it for you." Wu Chen shrugged and responded with a smile.

Liu Yifei is just naive but not stupid. She looks at Zhou Yang as if collecting evidence.

Zhou Yang nodded slightly.

"Okay! That's not right. I can reimburse you. As long as you come, I'll reimburse you."

"Senior Sister, do you think friendship can be bought with money?" Wu Chen suddenly stopped and looked forward.

Park Song-il looked puzzled.

The Wu Chen he knew didn't seem like the kind of person who would turn against him over something like this.

"Ah, no, Junior Brother, that's not what I meant." Liu Yifei panicked and explained quickly.

"Junior brother, Xixi didn't mean that." Zhou Yang also echoed.

"I have to say!" Wu Chen paused and looked at Liu Yifei, "Senior Sister, you're really good at judging people. Can you give me a few more reimbursements?"

"dong dong dong"

Wu Chen, who had been teasing for a while, was immediately met with a small punch from Liu Yifei, and this time she really used her strength.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Wu Chen quickly raised his hands in surrender. "Just kidding, but I really can't go. I have something to do during the winter vacation."

"If you make a joke like that again, I'll beat you up!" Liu Yifei turned her head away proudly. "What on earth are you up to during winter break? You're being so secretive!"

"You'll know later."

"Then remember to notify me on Penguin."

"Why?" Wu Chen pursed his lips.

"I was curious, and you fooled me twice"

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The old wooden sign at the door of "Lao Jing Cheng Mutton Hot Pot" is not obvious in the night, but the store is steaming hot, and the window glass is covered with a layer of white mist, and you can vaguely see the crowds of people inside.

Wu Chen and his companions did not stop and pushed the door open directly. The aroma of mutton mixed with the smell of sesame paste and chili oil penetrated their nostrils.

"Which private room?" Zhou Yang was looking at the messages in the Penguin group on his phone. Then his eyes lit up and he pointed, "Here."

"Uh!" Wu Chen looked at the familiar private room in front of him, exchanged glances with Park Song-il, and sighed.

Wow, the position hasn’t even changed.

"What should I do, Brother Chen? I'm nervous. Except for the two senior sisters, I don't know anyone here." Park Songri was a little embarrassed and muttered softly.

"Eat quietly and retreat quietly."

"I understand!" Park Song-il made an OK gesture.

"What are you two whispering about?" Liu Yifei took a step back and looked at the two of them suspiciously.

"Nothing, Song Ri just said he was hungry." Wu Chen talked nonsense.

"Hurry up, I'm hungry too!" Liu Yifei urged.

In the private room, the copper hot pot was bubbling with steam, and white mist was rising. Wang Jinsong sat in the main seat and glanced around. "Hey, haven't Yifei, Zhou Yang, and Wu Chen arrived yet?"

"Why don't I go take a look!" Zhu Yawen stood up and was about to go out to look for it.

At this moment, the door of the box was pushed open, and Liu Yifei, Wu Chen and others came in late.

"Speak of the devil, and he'll appear!" Wang Jinsong chuckled. "Hurry up and sit down. It's time to scald the meat."

Seeing this, Zhu Yawen sat down silently, and everyone started to pick up the mutton and throw it into the pot, which immediately sizzled.

"Wu Chen, Song Ri, although we're not from the acting department, we should chat and get to know each other more if we have the chance. Who knows, maybe we'll still be in the same crew in a few years.

When you go out, help each other.”

Wang Jinsong greeted them with a smile while eating.

He has given them the opportunity, but whether they can build good relationships depends on the students themselves.

He realized that with Wu Chen's current level and Mu Deyuan's support, within a year or two, big crews would be vying for him, and according to the tradition of the photography department, he might become a director one day.

Only the friendship in the humble moments is the most precious.

"Thank you, Junior Brother. I've been inconvenienced for the past two days! With your photography skills, you two will definitely join a big crew in the future and have the chance to guide me."

Jiang Yiyan was the first to speak, smiling gently, picking up the juice and walking towards Wu Chen and Park Songri.

As expected, Park Song-il lowered his head shyly.

Good-for-nothing guy.

Wu Chen looked at Park Songri speechlessly.

"Junior brother, let us toast you too!"

"Yes, Junior Brother."

Led by Jiang Yiyan, the others also spoke up.

Zhu Yawen came over at last and met Wu Chen's eyes. "Junior brother, would you like a drink?"

"Huh?" Wu Chen was a little surprised, but when he saw the other eyes sweeping over Liu Yifei and Zhou Yang, he immediately understood.

The two cups clinked lightly, but nothing else happened.

After eating, Wang Jinsong found an excuse and left.

After the departure, the box became even more lively, with groups of three or four gathering together to chat.

Wu Chen finally had some free time.

"Were you very happy just now? Everyone respects you as the future great photographer." At this time, Liu Yifei held her little head with her hands, turned her face to the side and asked Wu Chen with a smile.

"What's there to be happy about?" Wu Chen sat down and shook his head indifferently.

"Ah, Brother Chen, why?" Park Song-il had been toasted quite a few times just now, and he had a cheerful look on his face, but now he restrained that hint of pride.

"They respect the future, not the present. The future is unpredictable, only the present can be grasped in our hands."

(End of this chapter)