Crossover Actors - Chapter 39

[Chapter 39]

The wings brushed the clouds, pierced the clouds and returned, and when they landed slowly, the outside of the cabin changed to the northern winter scenery. At the end of the glide, Qu Yanting closed the book without any hassle. The book cover was simple and the content was about traditional folk crafts.

Qu Yanting carried his bags out of the cabin, and when he stepped into the connecting covered bridge, the chill reached the sky, and the wind had cooled down in the past two days.

Yu Nan came to pick him up, holding the hot coffee he ordered in his hand, and when he saw him coming out, he waved and shouted enthusiastically, “Boss! I’m here!”

Qu Yanting approached calmly, took the coffee, coldly Like a ruthless capitalist, he moved his assistant up and down, and then spit out a sentence: “I lost weight.”

Yu Nan smiled bitterly. These days, he ran twice a day, spanning more than ten kilometers to feed Qu Yanting’s cat and water flowers. More than a dozen kinds of flowers and plants are all very delicate, not to mention cat feces, and he can’t eat for two days with one shovel.

He said in his heart, “Boss, I miss you so much.”

“It’s hard work.” Qu Yanting said so, shoved the bag into Yu Nan’s arms, and strolled in the courtyard with his coffee in his hands.

After picking up the car and leaving the airport, it was already afternoon. Qu Yanting went straight home, the car slid into the road, and Yu Nan reported the work arrangement for tomorrow. There will be a meeting at nine o’clock tomorrow morning. Qu Yanting sips

a sip of the sweet mocha and says, “The morning tea is ready. I’ll invite you.”

“Thank you, boss.”

Entering the bustling urban area, colorful signboards are blooming in the cement forest. You can eat all kinds of food from all over the world, China, Japan and South Korea. Qu Yanting said thoughtfully, “Let’s porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat.”

An hour later, the car stopped The west gate of the community stopped, and Qu Yanting arrived home.

He lives in a high-end residential area that has been around for a long time. Back then, it was a famous building with many lakes, flowers and deep trees. Now the walls of the building are old and hidden in the shade of dense trees. .

Qu Yanting lives on the ninth floor, with two households on one ladder. The neighbors are an empty-nest couple.

The door lock was turned, and as soon as he entered the center of the small hall, Commander Huang was squatting on the floor, with long hair and shiny beards, and his body was covered in solid porcelain. He had been waiting for a long time when he heard footsteps.

Seeing that the head of the household came back, it jumped on the suitcase excitedly.

Qu Yanting entered the house, and the moment the door collided, the lonely wild goose returned to its nest, and every nerve relaxed. He picked up Commander Huang and weighed it, the little beast seemed to be heavier.

Qu Yanting once explained that there was some chaos at home, Yu Nan obediently refrained from cleaning it up, and everything was still the same as before he left. He put the cat down and circled each room.

The two-bedroom, simple and modern decoration style, the entrance is a small square hall, there is a whole ecological tank against the wall, the landscaping is at the player level, and Qu Yanting personally designed it.

The small bedroom is used as a study, storing a large number of treasures, including books, out-of-print DVDs, projectors, photographic equipment, and all kinds of Lego and models are piled in the corners.

The master bedroom is in cool colors, with a soft mattress, which forms a shallow depression when lying down. Qu Yanting put on a nightgown, spread out the suitcase, and hung the clothes into the closet one by one.

It was the smoky purple sweater with soft tentacles. It was hung up for fear of deforming the shoulders. Qu Yanting folded it and couldn’t help but wonder if Lu Wen had found the note in the shirt.

He opened the interlayer of the suitcase and carefully took out the jasmine orchid wrapped in a tissue. The water was soaked up. He picked up the whole flower and put it in a book, which could be made into a specimen.

The packaged porridge was a little cold, and the microwave dinged. Qu Yanting walked through the living room with a porcelain bowl, opened the glass door and stepped in. It was the long balcony that ran through to the master bedroom.

There are so many flowers and plants that it is fascinating to the eye, the light orange Asian lily, the purple portuguese, the pink and white clematis, and the dazzling European moon, sun and moon. There are more than 50 pots of succulents, chrysanthemums, nine round towers, butterfly flowers and sunflowers… all filled with a brass rack.

The monstera is green and bright, and Qu Yanting caressed it with his hands. He sat down on the small sofa and drank porridge at the small French round table bought from the antique market and the blooming Tang pine grass on the table.

Qu Yanting was completely relaxed, like Commander Huang’s cat in the nest. He turned his belly and scratched when he wanted to, until the phone rang and his spoon hit the edge of the bowl when he shivered.

Qu Yanting delayed answering the usual delay: “Hello?”

“Yanting, me!” It was Ren Shu who called, “Are you home safe?”

Qu Yanting forgot to say, and replied, “I’m here, don’t worry, dinner is here. I’ve eaten it all.”

“Eat alone?”

“Otherwise?”

Ren Shu rarely gossips: “Didn’t you gossip with the people in the studio? Party or something?”

Qu Yanting twirled his spoon and deliberately said, “It’s so cold, Whoever wants to eat with the boss, of course, is looking for a partner to warm up.”

“That makes sense.” Ren Shukong paused for a moment, “Hey, does your Qiaobian have a partner?”

Qu Yanting laughed, and as soon as he returned, Ren Shu couldn’t wait to ask , It is estimated that the seminar sparked a spark, but unfortunately he did not know Qiaobian’s emotional life and needed to investigate.

Suddenly, Ren Shu shouted in the distance from the phone: “Xiao Lu! Don’t eat it!” The

spoon slammed again, and Qu Yanting asked unintentionally, “What are you calling?”

“What are you calling Xiao Lu?” Ren Shu said, “In the evening, during the two dinner scenes, I made him have an empty stomach, and he secretly took a box lunch.”

Qu Yanting said, “Maybe he is hungry.”

“Can he not be hungry?” Ren Shu lost his temper. : “I said that I didn’t eat or sleep at noon. I didn’t know what the wind was blowing. I jumped up and down excitedly, and

shuffled around in the group like a wild bear.” Before, he was nosy: “Okay, don’t yell at him, he will digest it after a while.” As

dusk came, the vines were covered with a bright light, and Lu Wen sat down to eat a boxed lunch with a bowl next to it. Bingfen is the adrenaline that Sun Xiaojian made him suffocate.

Lu Wen held the spoon in his right hand, and his hanging left hand touched the pocket of his coat. Inside was a wallet, and in the wallet was a note left by Qu Yanting.

Drinking a sip of ice powder, the coolness is no match for the sweetness of the brown sugar juice, and the adrenaline is even stronger.

When night falls, work begins.

Lu Wen and Tao Meifan’s rivalry, the plot timeline is after Ye Xiaowu’s death.

Ye Mu was greatly stimulated and cooked a table of Ye Xiaowu’s favorite dishes, with a pot of boiled fish in the middle. Ye Shan was like sitting on a torture bed. The guilt and pain during this period of time were twisted into a chain, and he was locked up. His soul was already shaky.

This meal served to Ye Xiaowu, Ye Mu’s silent cold violence, was the last straw that broke Ye Shan. Ye Xiaowu’s posthumous photo was placed on the table, facing him, the face that was exactly the same as his, turned black and white, and smiled at him.

Ye Shan stretched out her chopsticks tremblingly, picked up a piece of boiled fish, and ate it.

He grinned a little bit, and copied Ye Xiaowu’s smile according to the curvature and expression in the photo.

This scene is extremely difficult, Ye Shan’s psychological defense line has collapsed, there is no hysteria, and there is no heartache. .

Lu Wen calmed down. Qu Yanting taught him how to adjust his lines, the rhythm of the show, and the distance he faced with the camera to determine the depth of his expression.

And the satisfaction in his chest turned into a force, which was given to him by Qu Yanting.

Lu Wen and Tao Meifan were playing, a table, a mother and son who deceived others, Ye Shan pretended to be Ye Xiaowu, Ye Mu brought him vegetables, touched his head, and asked each other for a misplaced consolation.

The studio was quiet and depressing, except for the voice of the actors reciting their lines, Ren Shu frowned and never stopped.

The night was extremely tiring, even more tiring than filming a car accident on a rainy night. After the end, Lu Wen hugged Tao Meifan for the first time. He came out of 302 and ran downstairs, the sky was filled with white fish maw.

On the way back to the hotel, Lu Wen was thoughtful, not immersed in the drama and unable to extricate himself, but just thinking about Ye Shan, about split personality… He understood that this was the creation of Qu Yanting, but the plot was fictitious, the boy’s heavy struggle Not necessarily fake.

Lu Wen wanted to do something for every “Ye Shan” in reality.

After returning to the hotel to take a shower, Lu Wen sat on the sofa with his bathrobe open.

Although the economic company only assigned him one Sun Xiaojian, but in the Lu family’s company, he has more than one right-hand man, slipping into the “work” group, and his accountants, lawyers, tax consultants, financial managers, etc., have a long list.

But after a circle, Lu Wen chose Lao Zheng, Lu Zhanqing’s assistant.

It was just eight o’clock, before working hours, the 24-hour standby mobile phone was quickly connected, and a mellow middle-aged male voice came out, with a friendly tone: “Wen’er? How long has it been since you talked to Uncle Zheng?”

Lu Wen joked: “The schedule is too full, it’s too bad.”

“You stinky boy!” Lao Zheng laughed heartily, “Say, if there is something, Uncle Zheng will help you settle it.” Lu Wen said speechlessly: “I did

n’t cause trouble!”

Don’t blame the other party for misunderstanding, Lu Wen has been uneasy since he was a child.

In the second grade, he called Lao Zheng and claimed that he was bullied by a man at school. How terrible. Lao Zheng killed him, and it turned out that the man was a math teacher.

During the first military training in junior high school, I aspired to be a soldier. I didn’t wear a school uniform. I went to school with camouflage all over my body.

In high school, I fell in love with music, formed a band, bought musical instruments, ran around in the school to hold concerts, and said goodbye to study. In the middle, Lu Zhanqing disintegrated the band, was beaten, ran away from home in a rage, and went on a trip to Fujian.

After graduating from college, it is even more difficult to manage. It takes several years to do a music studio, sign a record company, and release an album. Lu Zhanqing once couldn’t bear it any longer and said, “Letting a child is like killing a child”, he can’t let it go any longer.

Lu Wen asked stupidly, what kind of zongzi?

“It’s really not causing trouble?” Lao Zheng changed his mind, “That’s the lack of money to spend.”

Lu Wen didn’t give a shit, dragged his voice, and solemnly announced: “Wrong, I want to give you money.”

Lao Zheng was dumbfounded. After a while: “Do you want to make fun of me in the early morning?”

Lu Wen held the phone and said this very lightly: “I want to donate a sum of money to the Wenjia Foundation.”

Wenjia was Lu Wen’s mother. After her death, Lu Zhanqing The “Wen Jia Foundation” was established in the name of his beloved wife. It was a non-public fundraiser. At the beginning, it aimed to help single-parent families and orphans in difficulty. Now it has developed a variety of projects, including many charitable projects that have received less attention from the public.

Lu Wen wants to donate the salary of this play. The first money he earns seriously will be handed over to his mother who has never met, and at the same time help some people in need.

Lao Zheng sighed, omitting a thousand words, and asked, “If you have any ideas, feel free to say, Uncle Zheng will do it.”

Lu Wen has already thought about it: “About mental illness, do research, or do science popularization, counseling and counseling for mental illness. Any non -profit organization for treatment can do it.”

“Okay, I’ll do it right away.” Lao Zheng agreed, and then he asked earnestly, “Wen’er, are you all right? The entertainment industry is chaotic, don’t take any pressure on your own. Let’s go .”

Lu Wen said with a black bar: “I’m fine.”

Only then did Lao Zheng feel relieved.

The Wenjia Foundation was personally managed by Lu Zhanqing. One is emotional sustenance, and the other is that charity projects cannot tolerate a little difference. Lao Zheng said, “You can’t hide this from your father, why don’t you go to him directly?”

Lu Wen replied: “You coax I, he scolds me, who do you think I am looking for?”

“This is a good thing, he definitely won’t scold you.” Lao Zheng said helplessly, “You unconscionable, there was heavy rain in Chongqing a while ago, and your father was thinking about it. He called over and asked you to add clothes. Why didn’t you remember him? ?”

After hanging up, the phone slipped out of his fingers, and Lu Wen leaned back against the sofa, confused by Lu Zhanqing’s quiet fatherly love.

After breakfast, Lu Wen went to bed, dreaming that he was sitting in the car seat with Qu Yanting, next to each other, suddenly the phone rang, and Qu Yanting shrank back on his shoulder.

He slept chaotically until half an afternoon, Lu Wen woke up thirsty, and his throat felt like a handful of sand after eating the boiled fish. He got up to drink water, picked up his mobile phone, and saw that Lao Zheng sent more than 30 unread articles.

There is a strict process for donation. Lao Zheng first gave him some relevant information, such as the categories of project subdivisions, the qualifications of various non-profit organizations, and the help plan for specific groups of people.

Lu Wen read it from the beginning to the end. He was not professional, but only had a general understanding. One of them was an organization called “Spruce Project” that attracted his attention.

It is a public welfare organization that provides psychological counseling for free. Last year, it cooperated with Wenjia Foundation to set up a website for young people, and Lao Zheng sent the website.

Lu Wen used the hotel’s computer to log in. He thought it was a public welfare promotion website, but he didn’t expect it to be a forum. The board is very clear, depression, stress disorder, anxiety, phobia… Those who have been helped through the “cedar tree project” have such a home online where they can talk.

Lu Wen strayed into this harbour and browsed for a long time. Among the various psychological problems, he clicked on the “social barrier” column. Inexplicably, he thought of all kinds of Qu Yanting.

Website registration is divided into two categories, one is for users who need help, and the other is for unpaid volunteers.

Lu Wen chose the latter, registered for review, provided real information, and passed the assessment… He had an account, nothing was set up, and the system assigned him a random one-to-one user.

The other person’s tag is his most viewed “social barrier”.

“What are you doing, accompany you to chat?” Lu Wen thought of a therapy dog for psychological relief, “I’m going, there’s still a trial period…”

He muttered to himself to open a username, the other party was not online, and he didn’t know the gender, age, and personality. , there is no avatar, only the nickname is clear at a glance.

“It’s quite playful.” Lu Wennian said, “The society is afraid of small writers.”

He thought for a while, and edited himself a nickname – unlucky little singer.

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