trial game

Wang Miaoyang stood up, unwilling to make light bulbs again: "Okay, I'm going out first, finish filming early and call it a day."

"You are wicked enough to bully an older bachelor like Director Wang." Jiang Wenzhou poked Chen Zui's arm with his finger.

"I'm just cooperating with you." Chen Zui glanced at him through the mirror, flitting lightly across Jiang Wenzhou's face like a kiss, "Don't you like it?"

Jiang Wenzhou turned his face away, and looked down at his cell phone to hide.

Chen Zui stood up after finishing his makeup, and asked Jiang Wenzhou when he passed by, "I'm going to film a movie, do you want to go back first?"

"They said I was with you." Jiang Wenzhou had a fierce expression on his face, and he also stood up.

"It will be boring." Chen Zui handed him his script, "Do you want it?"

Jiang Wenzhou took it over: "Give me the answer directly."

"Just to relieve your boredom." Chen Zui smiled.

Jiang Wenzhou took a small bench and sat next to Wang Miaoyang after obtaining permission. He wrote a lot of Chen Zui's script, and the biography he wrote for Chen Qinlan was also included.

Chen Zui is well-known for his professionalism. He has good acting skills, is popular but has no airs, and is serious about his work. The directors who have worked with him all praise him.

"Actually, Chen should have transitioned as soon as possible, and acting in those idol dramas is consuming him." Wang Miaoyang said so during the filming break.

Jiang Wenzhou turned his face to look at Chen Zui, and continued to listen to Wang Miaoyang's speech.

"Although filming an idol drama saves time and effort and makes money quickly, it is very difficult for him to improve his acting skills."

Jiang Wenzhou didn't know Chen Zui, let alone his career plan, but he knew very well that Chen Zui liked acting very much.

Thinking about it in another way, if he was asked to mass-produce saliva songs in an industrialized manner, he would have given up long ago.

But the word "do whatever you want" is too extravagant for anyone.

"Then Director Wang, you need to find my brother to make more movies." Jiang Wenzhou turned to Wang Miaoyang and said cutely.

Fang Letong played the voice for him, Jiang Wenzhou hung up and typed for her: "What's wrong, Sister Letong?"

"Look at the trending searches." Fang Letong said.

Jiang Wenzhou clicked on Weibo, and the second most searched name was particularly eye-catching.

#何扬浏想和江闻周When forming a band, touching past events#

"Look at how we deal with it. Do you want to lower the trending search?" Fang Letong asked him.

"This is a talk show he participated in today, or a live broadcast. He is clearly trying to catch your attention."

Jiang Wenzhou typed slowly, and his face became stinky: "If you don't surrender, why waste your money, we will also send out a draft to follow his trending searches."

Chen finally finished a scene and came over: "Is there something wrong, I see you have been looking at your phone."

Jiang Wenzhou sighed: "It's nothing, it's about work."

"Go back to the hotel first." Chen Zui said.

Jiang Wenzhou looked at him and said, "Then I'm going to ask your assistant for a room card."

Chen Zui touched his head: "Well, let him take you back."

It was an hour and a half after Chen Zui finished work, and he was sitting in the back row with his mobile phone.

"Did he say anything when we sent him back?"

"I didn't say anything, Mr. Jiang said he was waiting for you to go back." The assistant said.

"He didn't say anything." Chen Zui's voice was a little low.

"Is it a hot search?" the assistant asked.

"What's trending? Show me your phone." Chen Zui frowned. He didn't have Weibo on his phone, and when he needed it occasionally, he used someone else's to read it.

It happened to be a red light, and the assistant unlocked the phone and handed it to him.

Chen Zui clicked in to watch it. It was a video, which was recorded by the marketing account from the live broadcast.

He Yang sat there, holding a bass in his hand: "This bass is very important to me, at that time I was playing in a band with Jiang Jiang, and he gave it to me as a birthday present.

"Actually, the price of this one is not high compared to those better brands, but we were all poor at that time, and Jiang Jiang worked odd jobs for a long time to save enough money. At that time, I was also very stupid, thinking that Really can be a band for a lifetime.

"Is there anything you want to say to Jiang Jiang? Right now, I actually have a lot to say, but after all, the band has disbanded, so I wish him a bright future."

He Yang in the interview seemed extremely sincere. If Chen hadn't seen He Yang and Jiang Wenzhou get along in real life, he would think like the audience that these two people really have a deep relationship.

"It turns out that Mr. Jiang played in a band before." The assistant said, "It seems that most of the fans don't know."

"He mentioned it to me once." Chen Zui's expression was very calm, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

"It's so strange. From He Yang's point of view, they should have a good relationship, but Mr. Jiang didn't have any mutual relationship with him." The assistant said casually.

Chen Zui looked out of the window with his face sideways, and the dim street lights fell on his face.

By the time Chen Zui stepped out of the hotel elevator, it was almost twelve o'clock, the corridor was empty, and the thick carpet drowned out the sound of people's footsteps.

Because Jiang Wenzhou took his room card, Chen Zui could only raise his hand and knock on the door. After a while, Jiang Wenzhou opened the door.

Jiang Wenzhou had already taken a shower, was wearing a hotel nightgown, and his hair was loose. Only then did Chen Zui realize that Jiang Wenzhou's hair was really long, and the ends of it were almost touching his shoulders.Because it was dyed black, it looked a bit heavy under the bright light of the hotel.

"Not asleep yet?" Chen Zui asked nonsense.

"I'm waiting for you." Jiang Wenzhou smiled, as if there was still a camera in the room.

Chen Zui's room was a large suite. There was a bottle of bourbon on the small table near the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. There were ice cubes in the glass next to it, and there was still a bottle of wine at the bottom of the glass.

The Jiang Wenzhou that Chen most remembered never drank alcohol. The last time they went to eat French food, Jiang Wenzhou also refused to drink.

"Why drink alone?" Chen Zui took off his coat and asked him.

"See if it's in the wine cabinet, so take it out and taste it." Jiang Wenzhou told a very unwise lie.

Chen Zui rolled up his shirt sleeves, walked to the small table, picked up the glass, poured half a glass of wine from the bottle, and took a sip.

This whiskey is very choking straight drinking, with a strong taste but a long aftertaste.

"I thought you didn't drink." Chen Zui looked out through the window. It was already past midnight, and most of the buildings had been completely extinguished. This was a rare quiet moment in the city.

"I used to drink it, but I quit it later. It's bad for my throat." Jiang Wenzhou said simply.

Chen Zui put down his glass, and he looked at Jiang Wenzhou from the reflection of the glass: "I saw the trending search, are you unhappy?"

Jiang Wenzhou was leaning on the sofa, looking a little tired, and he gave a soft "hmm".

"Want to tell me?" Chen Zui turned around and looked at Jiang Wenzhou.

"It's late." Jiang Wenzhou smiled.

He was forcing a smile, Chen Zui thought so.

"It's okay, I won't have a play tomorrow morning." Chen Zui walked in front of him, Jiang Wenzhou was standing at an angle, so Chen Zui was a little taller than him, and his tone was gentle.

"Anyway, I have nothing to do with your past."

Jiang Wenzhou said dejectedly, "Now I suddenly want to drink milk."

Chen Zui rubbed his head, probably because it had just been washed and it felt very soft, so Chen Zui's hand stayed for a while longer.

The two sat in the restaurant, Jiang Wenzhou got a cup of warm hot milk, and Chen Zui got a bottle of peach-flavored beer.

"Do you particularly like peach-flavored things?" Jiang Wenzhou asked.

"Yes." Chen Zui was very frank.

The peach flavor is the flavor of Jiang Wenzhou's pheromone, so it sounds a little ambiguous, but Jiang Wenzhou knows that Chen Zui just likes it simply, after all, Chen Zui smoked peach popping cigarettes before entering Xinyi.

"I went to the United States after finishing junior high school in China. I stayed there until I was 20 years old. At that time, my mother's career was at its peak. When I was in the United States, everyone knew that I was Sophia's son. A few good songs, but I feel that I can't get rid of the aura my mother gave me." Jiang Wenzhou said slowly, "So I secretly ran back to China, back to Xuanshi, but didn't tell my family .”

"Are they looking for you?" Chen Zuo asked seriously.

"I didn't look for it at all. Our family is free-range. Anyway, I have finished my credits." Jiang Wenzhou smiled, "I was just 20 years old at the time, and I was quite immature. I met He Yang on the winter solstice. .”

Winter Solstice is a bar that opens on Luyuan Street. The last time they went to have supper, Jiang Wenzhou mentioned it to Chen Zui.

"He Yang wanted to be in a band, and I wanted to be in a band too. At that time, I thought it was too late to meet him."

"That's it." Chen Zui stared at the cup in Jiang Wenzhou's hand, his eyelashes casting a shadow on his face.

"Later, I met drummer Xiaokai and keyboard player Ayuan, which was just right. He Yangbeisi, my guitarist and lead singer. That's how the band was formed." Jiang Wenzhou leaned back in his chair and looked back, "Because They were not rich or supportive, and I lied to fit in with them."

"Anyway, it looks like it's real. I'm afraid of being exposed, saying that I am from Xinggang, and I came to Xuanshi to pursue my dream, and because this matter has a bad relationship with my family. The guitar is self-taught. Yes, there is a high school classmate in the conservatory, so you can ask him for help." Jiang Wenzhou smiled bitterly, "I'm not talking nonsense about the classmate, Zeng Jie, my producer, did come to communicate."

"At that time, I was too young, and many ideas were naive."

"At that time, were you very happy?" Chen Zui looked at him, his tone and expression were rare and gentle.

Jiang Wenzhou pursed his lips. He felt that he was about to cry. He didn't know whether this emotion was due to reminiscing about the past, or because of Chen Zui at this moment.

This moment is so good, Chen Zui sat there, without saying anything, weaved a harbor for Jiang Wenzhou, as if at this moment, all the pain and regret would be concealed.

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