Reborn as a little director

"Then I'll go back?" Xie Siqing said.

"Oh." Zhong Yang came back to his senses, "You should come here often in the future."

"……Um?"

Zhong Yang explained: "There's nothing to discuss about this one today...but that doesn't mean it's the same for other movies."

"That's true."

Zhong Yang lowered his eyes: "I can't go into the theater either, it's not convenient to be recognized. So I just bought some DVDs... I don't know who to communicate with after watching it, after all, it's been in theaters for so long."

"Oh..." Zhong Yang felt a little pitiful.

Zhong Yang repeated over there: "You will come here often in the future, right? It feels like we have similar views."

"Alright." Xie Siqing said.

After all, Zhong Yang is quite capable, and communicating with him on technical matters should indeed be rewarding, although this is not Xie Siqing's consistent way in his two lifetimes.

Moreover, it seems that Zhong Yang prefers this.

Now that he opened his mouth, it's not easy to refuse, after all, the other party has helped him time and time again, although he is not sure whether he and Zhong Yang have gotten to know each other to this extent.

"Okay." Zhong Yang's eyes were a little deep, "Then it's settled."

"Yeah." Xie Siqing smiled, "It's good to talk to each other. And your equipment is so good that people can't refuse."

Zhong Yang really knows how to enjoy it.

Watching movies here is more comfortable than a movie theater.

At the same time, you can also go back and enjoy the wonderful clips again, and experience the shocking feeling again.

This experience is completely different from the cottage I rented.

In the hut, I was too embarrassed to even make my voice out, for fear of disturbing the people living in other rooms.

Xie Siqing thought about it, he didn't move because he thought it was too troublesome before, but in fact... Maybe he should change places.

"By the way." Zhong Yang said suddenly, "I just remembered that I haven't brought you around my house yet."

"Huh?" Xie Siqing smiled, "Okay."

For "friends" who come to the house for the first time, there seems to be a custom called "taking them around the house".

So Xie Siqing walked back from the entrance again.

Every time Zhong Yang took Xie Siqing to a room, he had to ask, "How do you feel?"

This made Xie Siqing feel inexplicable.

Arriving at the master bedroom, Zhong Yang asked again: "How do you feel?"

"..." Xie Siqing didn't expect that he even showed himself the master bedroom.

Over there, Zhong Yang asked persistently, "Do you like it?"

"Uh..." How do you say this...

"This style of bed, this arrangement, do you like it?"

"Very good..." Xie Siqing had no choice but to reply.

It's really pretty.

Zhong Yang has good taste in every aspect.

Zhong Yang nodded: "Just tell me if you feel awkward."

"... Zhong Yang," Xie Siqing said, "this is your home, where you live, my opinion is not important, right?"

Zhong Yang stopped talking.

After several seconds, he said again: "...I'm just worried that there is something wrong with my aesthetics."

"..."

During this process, Xie Siqing will also take a closer look at the decorations that he finds interesting.

However, what made him a little uncomfortable was that whenever he found something interesting, Zhong Yang would immediately bring it to him.

For example, Zhong Yang's second bedroom has a starry sky lamp with a little turtle.

The tortoise shell is a deep, almost black blue with some white translucent textures on it, and there are small lights under the tortoise shell.Whenever someone turns on the light, a starry sky is reflected on the ceiling.The main part of the dark blue is the background of the night sky, and each light emitted from the white translucent hole represents a star.If you look carefully, each constellation actually has a shape. It seems to be a scene in the night sky in late autumn. It can be seen that the production has been done with great care.

Seeing that Xie Siqing seemed to like it, Zhong Yang picked it up immediately: "Here."

"……Um?"

"gave it to you."

"...I didn't mean what I wanted."

"I know."

"...It's really not necessary."

Then, when Xie Siqing saw a small fountain of owls in the living room, just as Xie Siqing studied it, Zhong Yang walked over and unplugged the power behind the owl: "If you are interested, take it home."

"……Need not."

After turning around, it was already very late.

Xie Siqing really needs to go back.

"I'll see you off." Zhong Yang said again.

"I can take a taxi back by myself..."

"Okay." Zhong Yang thought for a while, "It's very quiet here, I need to go out a little by taxi, I'll take you there, find a place with more cars."

"Thank you."

When they arrived at the place, Xie Siqing said to Zhong Yang, "Zhong Yang, go back."

Zhong Yang smiled: "Wait for you to get in the car."

Xie Siqing originally thought it would not be long, but after waiting for a long time, he failed to leave.

It's very cold here in winter.

Xie Siqing couldn't help touching his ears—they were frozen.

"Is it cold?" Zhong Yang asked.

"A bit."

Zhong Yang raised his hands to cover Xie Siqing's ears: "Is this better?"

When Xie Siqing touched the warm skin of the other party, Xie Siqing's heart skipped a beat.

What's going on here……

He quickly raised his hand and pushed Zhong Yang's arms away: "...I'm fine."

"……Um."

Feeling a little ambiguous, Xie Siqing's phone rang.

He looked at the other party's name, and just about to pick it up, Zhong Yang, who also saw it clearly, suddenly took his phone and clicked "reject".

"...What are you doing?" Xie Siqing asked.

"How did you know him?" Zhong Yang asked back.

"Oh," Xie Siqing said, "When I was looking for investment for this book, didn't you introduce some people to me?"

"I don't remember mentioning him."

"No." Xie Siqing continued, "And then I met many other people through those people...he is one of them."

"Why is he looking for you?" Zhong Yang still had a bad tone.

"Last week, he suddenly said that he could help me meet some investors. I told him that he had already signed the contract. He just sent a message saying that he could prepare for other scripts in the future. I haven't replied yet. He should be the same when he called. Let's do this."

"Don't you think about why he is so attentive?"

"Yeah." Xie Siqing replied, "I also feel a little strange..."

"Just ignore him." Zhong Yang returned the phone to Xie Siqing, "He's just a pimp."

"……what?"

"It is said that there are a lot of resources at hand, which can help actors find plays, but in fact, it is a bridge between rich people and artists."

Xie Siqing was at a loss: "Then why is he looking for me?"

"Who knows?" Zhong Yang was a little irritable, "Maybe he's lost his mind. For example, which rich man thinks that a good-looking director has more style and can show his class, and he will think of you."

"...not so much."

"Anyway, ignore him."

"Ah."

Zhong Yang looked at the face of Xie Siqing, or Yao Shunyu, and sighed again: "You really don't let me worry."

"..."

Just as Xie Siqing was about to say something, he saw an empty car that had not been seen for a long time coming.

He quickly beckoned the driver to stop.

"Then I'll go back."

"Yeah." Zhong Yang looked at Xie Siqing and said, "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

After the car started, Xie Siqing always felt that after tonight, the relationship between him and Zhong Yang seemed to be getting closer.