There is light in the deep sea

After being so busy, Xie Wu took a look at the time and led Jiang Xichen to the meeting room.

Lanhua Theater holds a meeting before every new play.In addition to the main creative staff, the heads of other departments will also come to discuss a preliminary arrangement - when to hold the rehearsal, who to use, how long to perform, and what kind of publicity should be done, all at this time to set the framework.

Today's meeting is for "Cryogenics".

As soon as he entered the door of the conference room, Jiang Xichen noticed that everyone present was very solemn. When they entered, Director Ding and several other old-school leaders stood up in unison, as if welcoming some important person.In the end, seeing that it was them, it was as if something had happened.

Director Ding muttered: "It's you!"

Xie Wu sat down with a smile: "Otherwise, who do you think?"

A young man next to Director Ding interjected and replied, "We thought the dean was here."

"What?" Xie Wu was surprised when he heard this, "Will the dean come too?"

Director Ding nodded: "The dean attaches great importance to "Low Temperature."

Hey, it's really hard to say whether it's focusing on drama or people.Xie Wu said "Oh" slowly, and quietly met Jiang Xichen's eyes, and the two read the same complaints as themselves from each other's eyes.

A few minutes later, Xu Lun came with the script.

He is a young man in the courtyard, and nine out of ten people in the courtyard are older than him, so he is used to being respectful.After getting started, he bowed first, apologized for being late than his predecessors, and then distributed the scripts to the main creative staff one by one, before sitting down beside Jiang Xichen.

Immediately afterwards, footsteps came from outside again.One of them is familiar to everyone, Mo Xieyang.The other one, no one here is familiar with, because he has appeared in theaters so rarely.In many people's minds, he is not so much the dean of the Lanhua Theater as the benefactor behind it.

The two walked in the door chatting and laughing. Mo Xieyang glanced at the conference room and walked directly to the whiteboard. Before the dean sat down, he said, "I see, everyone who should be there has arrived. That's just right. Don't wait." , talk about things directly."

The last time Jiang Xichen saw this mysterious dean, he could only hear his voice and see an outline, and now he finally saw the whole thing.

He looked less than forty years old, just as he had seen visually at the time, taller and taller than ordinary people, with a bit of a soldier's demeanor.Even if he has a good figure, his face is surprisingly handsome, the outline like ax and machete is extremely clear, and his eyebrows and eyes are extremely deep. It is hard not to be attracted to him at first glance.

Jiang Xichen has seen countless beauties, but he can't count a few of them who have the words "excellent genes" written all over their bodies.If I had to call names, the last one was his elder brother Jiang Dongwei.

As if aware of his gaze, the dean turned his head to meet him, his brows and eyes were full of arrogance that people like them were born with, and only a smile was the acquired politeness.

Jiang Xichen also smiled back as a greeting.

Over there, Mo Xieyang quickly wrote two lines of illegible words on the whiteboard, and seemed to finally remember that there were people with higher administrative authority than him in this conference room, and asked insincerely: "I'm going to talk This show is over, do the directors have any instructions first?"

The "several directors" looked at the dean in unison.

The dean made a casual gesture: "I have nothing to say, leave it to Mr. Mo."

Mo Xieyang was impolite, shook his messy silver hair, and said: "I will direct the play "Low Temperature", and our Dean Ling will personally supervise the production. For the time being, we have no plans to invite outsiders for stage lighting and costumes. All the professionals and actors in our courtyard are the four present here."

As he said, his eyes swept over the four actors one by one: "Jiang Xichen, Xie Wu, Xu Lun, Meng Shanshan, everyone is familiar with it, how to design styles, and how to find publicity, everyone digs for themselves Well, I won't talk nonsense anymore. I'm an actor, now I'm going to talk about the drama..."

As soon as he got to this area, Mo Xieyang talked endlessly. He talked for 10 to [-] minutes by himself. Except for the actors who listened carefully to the teaching, the rest of the departments were a little absent-minded. In the end, the dean interrupted him to save the public.

"That's the plan for the rehearsal, right? What about the public performance and publicity? You all talk about it."

His tone was unhurried, but as soon as the words came out, everyone cheered up. Mo Xieyang finally realized that it was time for him to drink water, so he silently put down the fountain pen in his hand and turned to the tea table to make himself a cup of goji berries Tea.

Director Ding was replaced in front of the whiteboard.

The meeting lasted for nearly two hours, and finally everything that should be finalized was finalized. Before the meeting adjourned, Mo Xieyang immediately assigned homework to the actors, and then took the lead in striding out of the venue, so unruly that it made several old-school leaders present look pale Very ugly.

The dean, who should have been offended the most, didn't care. He waved his hand and said, "Let's leave if there is no problem!"

Everyone packed up their things and dispersed, Xie Wu and Jiang Xichen, as the only two people who knew the biggest gossip here, ran faster than anyone else.Both of them stepped out of the gate, and they heard the Mengshan shirt inside pulling Xu Lun affectionately as always: "Xiao Lun, let's go!"

Then I heard Xu Lunlue's awkward but polite answer: "Senior sister, you go first, I have something to say to the dean."

Xie Wu and Jiang Xichen, who had listened to the show, looked at each other and ran faster tacitly.

The homework Mo Xieyang assigned to the actors was to study the script and communicate with the screenwriter on performance creation. Right now, it seems that it is not the right time to communicate with the screenwriter on performance creation. Xie Wu went back to the rehearsal room where he worked in the morning and walked around. Seeing that there was nothing to do, he dragged Jiang Xichen to move to "study the script".

"Old Xie said, I'll make you a big meal today. Let's go back at this time. He probably just started." When the two walked to the parking lot, Xie Wu took out the key and asked, "Take my car?"

Jiang Xichen thought for a while, and said, "It's still mine. Your car was secretly photographed last night. My car is new, and not so many paparazzi recognize it."

Xie Wu was so happy that he didn't have to drive, he decisively put the keys back in his pocket, and said with emotion: "I found that you boy has a foresight, moved to Xingguang Jiayuan, it is easy to get in and out, if someone asks you one day, you can also use the neighbors to prevaricate. "

Jiang Xichen: "That's not what you said at the beginning."

Xie Wu: "What did I say at the beginning?"

Jiang Xichen: "At that time, you thought I was scheming."

While talking, they had already walked to the front of the car, and the two got into the car respectively, Xie Wucai answered: "Aren't you just scheming? Dare you say that you have never thought about getting close to the water."

Jiang Xichen admitted frankly: "I thought about it."

In exchange for Xie Wu rubbing his head for a while, there is no work today, the hair has not been done, it is naturally soft, and it is very comfortable to rub.The dementia caused by love has taken effect again, Xie Wu rubbed it very addictively, like a child playing a game.Jiang Xichen was helpless, turned his head to look over, and pretended to have a fierce expression on him.

The two laughed like fools.

The atmosphere is so good, it reminds people of such words as the years are quiet and good, hand in hand and whiteheads.

It's strange to say, I felt that way before I got married - nothing more than thinking that the other party has a lot of good things, I like it in my heart, and I want to put an exclusive label together.After getting well, there is a steady stream of tenderness and sweetness coming out of nowhere. I used to look good, but now it is twice as good. I used to find it annoying, but now I look cute; once we get together, say What he said was stupid, and what he did was driven by animal instinct.

Xie Wu didn't need to turn the steering wheel, he was thinking about this question by himself.After a long while, a flood and unusual word suddenly popped up in my heart: love.It came out of my heart unexpectedly, dazzling and shining, high-spirited, high-spirited, and throbbing.

Xie Wu realized its existence and felt a little dizzy.Look at Jiang Xichen again, how you like it.

And these emotions turned around in his own heart, stirring up a deep love, stirring up several ups and downs, whether it was insignificant in the end, and gradually settled down again.Only he himself knows that this wild thinking has deepened his determination to take this little guy home and officially introduce him to Lao Xie.

However, if you want to introduce him, how can you avoid Lin Yi?

Half an hour later, the two sat side by side in front of Lao Xie. They first admitted the new relationship, accepted the joy and blessings of Lao Xie's intimacy, and then fell into a tacit silence.This silence seemed to have been brewing for a long time, and it was quite heavy, so when Lao Xie found out that the two young people hadn't spoken for a while, he immediately had a bad intuition.

He opened his mouth, a little puzzled and a little nervous: "You guys, do you have anything else you want to tell me?"

Xie Wu put his hands on his knees and nodded: "Well, Lao Xie, you should make a mental preparation first, don't fall off the chair in a while."

"What the hell? What are you so crazy about?" Lao Xie glared at him, but his body stretched involuntarily.

Xie Wu glanced at Jiang Xichen, who was also looking at him, their eyes met, their hearts were connected, and they reached a consensus: sooner or later they have to go through a test, and it is better to pass it sooner than later.

He slapped his knees, and said bluntly to Lao Xie: "For this matter, I have to blame the gears of fate for being too naughty. Your ex-wife and my mother later married Xiao Jiang's father. So in theory, I gave my brother to him. It’s done. But don’t worry—my dad is too awesome, you don’t have to face it a few times in your life, maybe you don’t have to face it, and I won’t embarrass you!”

After listening to Lao Xie, his straight and tense body froze there, and the expression on his face was not much different from before listening.He just rolled his eyes when he heard Xie Wu's last witty remark.Xie Wu didn't dare to say any more immediately, shut up and let the old man digest it by himself.

Lao Xie pursed his lips, his expression gradually changed, and he didn't make a sound when he moved his lips several times.

After a long time, I watched Jiang Xichen open his mouth, and his tone was a restrained temptation: "That... Lin Yi, how have you been these years?"

Hearing this, both Jiang Xichen and Xie Wu were stunned.People who are in love can best recognize the appearance of love.Xie Wu's heart was hit hard by this question, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions. He didn't dare to look at Lao Xie, for fear that his eyes would show even a trace of sympathy.

Jiang Xichen replied softly: "Fortunately, I often talk to my little mother, and she is usually fine."

"Oh." Old Xie Nana nodded, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, and his smile showed some relief, "That's good, that's good. Then you, you seem to have a good relationship with her, and you must let her live in the family. It's much easier here, thank you."

"uncle……"

"Hey, you said this world, why is it such a coincidence? Our little Lin—Xie Wu's previous name was Xie Lin, and he took his parents' surname. After Lin Yi left, he changed his name. I still don't want to part with it. I am afraid that if I change my words, I will forget people one day. It is fine now," said Lao Xie, raised his hand and shook, and smiled, "I know she is doing well, so I will forget it. You don’t have to worry about that name anymore.”

Jiang Xichen could only remain silent, while Xie Wu suddenly got up and went out.

Old Xie was a little surprised, and called out "Xiao Lin", but Xie Wu ignored him and stood outside the door alone.

After a while, Lao Xie seemed to have a feeling for his son's emotions, so he didn't question him, but said to Jiang Xichen, "Xie Wu, you're still like a child in your heart, even though you're in your thirties. I think you're quite steady. Yes, when you are together in the future, maybe you need to give in to him more, but you don't have to give in too much, if he makes you unhappy, you can beat him, he is tough."

Jiang Xichen smiled softly, nodded: "Yeah."

Lao Xie lifted his chin towards the door and said, "Okay, go talk to him for a while, I'll cook. This is the first time you've come home like this, and I want you to have a good meal!"

After speaking, he got up and walked towards the kitchen.