Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

The plum rain season in Hangzhou comes suddenly, and the dense rain wraps the city in a hazy mist.

Ji Nanxiang leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the winding water marks on the glass, as if composing a melody that no one knew.

The phone suddenly vibrated, and a message from Qiao Sheng broke the silence:

"I heard that King Song has also arrived in Hangzhou? The crew group is saying that he will be with the crew throughout the whole process to create the OST?"

Nan Xiang raised the corners of her lips slightly, and tapped quickly on the screen with her slender fingers:

"He is the music director, so of course he needs to understand filming."

After sending the message, she noticed that the dialog box kept displaying "the other party is typing", but no new message popped up.

"What's wrong?" Nan Xiang couldn't help but ask.

A moment later, Qiao Sheng's reply made her pupils shrink: "I'm married."

Before the shocked emoticon was sent out, Qiao Sheng's video call came in.

On the screen, Qiao Sheng was wearing a gentle white knitted cardigan, and her smile was brighter than usual:

"Xiangxiang, I got the marriage certificate today!"

Nan Xiang was completely stunned.

Last night, they were still talking about love, and Qiao Sheng vowed to wait for her to find happiness first, but how come...

"You didn't even discuss this important matter with me?" Nan Xiang pretended to be angry, "Am I still your best friend?"

Qiao Sheng quickly clasped his hands together and made an apology gesture:

"It's my fault, it's my fault! You were the first person I notified!"

"Uncle and aunt don't know yet?"

"Not yet. I'll take him home after a while."

Qiao Sheng was a little embarrassed and lowered his head and spoke in a low voice.

Under Nan Xiang's questioning, Qiao Sheng finally revealed the whole story of this flash marriage.

It turns out that her marriage partner is Shen Weixi, the president of Shenhua Group, the largest comprehensive enterprise in China.

The fate of the two began at this year's Lantern Festival Gala. Qiao Sheng picked up a jewelry box and sent it to the police station. The owner was Shen Weixi.

Later, Qiao Sheng's jewelry studio began to cooperate with Wei LOVE Company under Shenhua, and they became friends after more contact.

The two knew each other for more than a month and became friends. In order to cope with the pressure from their families to get married, they hit it off and got married.

"Shengsheng, you've been tricked."

Nan Xiang stared at the screen with sharp eyes.

"Based on my many years of experience in writing novels, it is clear that this Mr. Shen fell in love at first sight and had been planning this for a long time."

"How is that possible!" Qiao Sheng waved his hands hurriedly, "We are just ordinary partners!"

Seeing her best friend in such a panic, Nan Xiang couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After hanging up the video, she picked up the script of "Phoenix Road" with a gold cover on the table.

This debut work, which she created when she was 18 years old, is about to be adapted into a film and television series, and she is more excited and nervous than anyone else.

The preparatory meeting was held in the conference room of the film and television base.

Nan Xiang arrived early and saw Song Yuchen in the corner at a glance.

He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, his long silver hair was casually tied up, and his slender fingers were fiddling with a bronze chime model.

"This tone is very suitable for Gongzi Jing's appearance."

He said without looking up, tapping the chimes with his fingertips, and the clear sound echoed in the conference room.

"What do you think, screenwriter Ji?"

Nan Xiang subconsciously touched the cochlear implant to confirm that it was working properly:

"It's very suitable. The book says that Gongzi Jing's sword tassel has a bell in the shape of a chime hanging on it."

Song Yuchen finally raised his head, and his deep gaze made Nan Xiang a little flustered.

"Chapter 37, page 5."

He suddenly said, "'The sound of the bells was like breaking jade, and every step was like stepping on a note on a string.'"

Nan Xiang's fingers froze on the edge of the script.

Song Yuchen actually remembered this detail so clearly, even though she herself had almost forgotten it.

The director and the leading actors arrived one after another, interrupting the conversation between the two.

Shen Weining was dressed in black and had a strong aura; Lan An was holding a folding fan, and he looked just like the seventh son of the Pei family, Master Jing, who had walked out of a book.

"Teacher Song! I didn't expect you to come to the preparatory meeting in person!" Shen Weining greeted with surprise.

Song Yuchen nodded calmly: "Come to collect folk songs."

His eyes swept across everyone, and finally landed on Nan Xiang, "A good OST needs to breathe the air of the script."

At the meeting, Nan Xiang discovered that Song Yuchen was not as careless as he seemed.

Whenever an important scene was discussed, he would quickly take notes on his tablet, occasionally drawing symbols that only he could understand.

"The scene at Langya Terrace requires a soundtrack that is both murderous and tender."

Director Wu pointed at the storyboard and said.

"How about using the konghou as the main instrument?"

Song Yuchen suddenly spoke, tapping his fingertips on the tabletop as if he was playing invisible strings.

"The original novel mentioned that Gongzi Jing's weapon was a soft sword wrapped with strings, and this image can be used throughout the music of the play."

Nan Xiang looked up suddenly.

This setting is an Easter egg she wrote in the private section of the forum, and it’s not even in the published book!

After the meeting, Nan Xiang just walked to the corner of the corridor when she was stopped by Song Yuchen. He handed her a USB flash drive:

"A demo based on the section 'The Strings Cutting Through the Dawn' in your novel."

The moment their fingertips touched, Nan Xiang quickly pulled back as if she was burned: "Thank you, I will listen carefully."

"At 8 o'clock tonight, at the usual place of the forum, tell me what you think." After Song Yuchen finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving Nan Xiang standing there, her heart beating abnormally fast.

Back in the room, Nan Xiang couldn't wait to insert the USB drive.

The moment the music started, she held her breath - there was a Morse code hidden in the prelude, which translated into the forum signature she had used for ten years: "Words are the ears of the deaf."

Since then, the coffee shop in the film and television base has become Nan Xiang’s temporary studio.

Since receiving the encryption demo from Song Yuchen, she has logged into the forum significantly more frequently.

At eight o'clock every night, the ID named "Chen Xin" would always appear on time. The two would chat about music and creation, but tacitly avoid any intersection in reality.

"The word 'crush' should be used here instead of 'step over'." A familiar voice suddenly came from above my head.

Nan Xiang looked up and saw Song Yuchen standing behind her, his silver hair casually scattered on his shoulders and a faint scent of cedar on his body.

She closed the computer subconsciously: "Why are you here?"

"Passing by."

Song Yuchen shook the coffee cup in his hand.

"I saw you were revising the scene where Master Jing had a monologue on a rainy night."

He naturally sat down opposite him. "'Stepping over the nine steps' is too light. Young Master Jing had already decided to betray the family at that time, so his steps should have been resolute."

This is exactly what Nan Xiang has been struggling with for a long time.

She reopened her computer to make changes, and couldn't help asking, "You seem to know this character better than I do?"

Song Yuchen smiled faintly and took out his phone. The screen saver was the cover of the first edition of "Phoenix Road":

"I've been a die-hard fan for ten years. Do you know what I mean? I have collected all versions of your signed books, and even saved the screenshots from the forum serials."

Nan Xiang's ears felt hot, so she lowered her head and took a sip of coffee to change the subject: "Is the OST creation going smoothly?"

"I encountered a bottleneck."

Song Yuchen suddenly moved closer, close enough to see the shadow cast by his eyelashes.

"The theme melody of Empress Chu Qinghuang is always lacking in tone. Director Wu said that this scene will be filmed tomorrow, and I want to go to the scene to find inspiration."

Nan Xiang nodded: "Do you need me to help you arrange a seat?"

"No need." Song Yuchen stood up and gave her a meaningful look.

“I’ve found the best angle.”

The next day on the set, Nan Xiang finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

Song Yuchen did not sit next to the director's monitor, but moved a chair and sat diagonally behind her.

Every time she turned her head, she would meet his focused gaze - that gaze was not looking at the filming scene, but at her.

"Cut!" The director called for a stop. "Shen Weining should calm down a little. Qinghuang should be patient now, not explode."

Shen Weining walked aside to adjust himself, and a cup of warm honey tea was suddenly handed to Nan Xiang.

"You touch your throat unconsciously every time you think. Maybe your throat is uncomfortable."

Song Yuchen appeared beside her at some point.

Nan Xiang was stunned. He actually had this little habit that even Qiao Sheng hadn't noticed...