Crossover Actors - Chapter 40

[Chapter 40]

Qu Yanting’s studio is called “Smoke Clouds on Paper”, which is taken from a poem by Ji Yun.

The studio is located in a villa area. For comfort and convenience, Qu Yanting used the vacant private property for office, even saving the rent.

After the meeting in the morning, Qu Yanting reviewed the manuscript in the room on the second floor, which was a book that needed to be edited.

Text is the most tormenting, and it takes most of the day unconsciously. Qu Yanting moved his cervical vertebrae, walked out of the house with an empty cup in hand, and walked to the railing of the spiral staircase, looking forward to the first-floor meeting room.

Including Yu Nan, a total of four people are busy, and the other three, Yao Boqing, Dong He, and Peng Yueran, are all screenwriters. Qu Yanting hardly engages in management, and usually does not ask everyone to come to the studio to “take a shift”, and only recognize the results of the work.

Thinking of Ren Shu’s concern, Qu Yanting stroked the railing and asked, “Yu Nan, is Qiao Bian here?” The

four of them raised their heads at the same time. Yu Nan reported in the car yesterday, and Qiao Bian mentioned it personally at the meeting in the morning, but he knew Qu Yanting. Turning a deaf ear to all social events, he replied: “Tonight is the film media summit, and Qiao Bian went to get her hair done.”

Qiao Bian attended such events on behalf of Qu Yanting, he nodded, and had to hang on Ren Shu for one more night.

The sun was slanting west outside the window, and Qu Yanting collected the manuscript and took a step before the evening peak. I drove here in the morning, the autumn and winter in the north were very windy, and the car body was covered with a layer of dust.

The Bentley slipped out of the garage. Qu Yanting enjoyed the feeling of driving very much. Sitting alone in the closed car, holding the steering wheel in his hand, made people feel at ease and at ease, and could refuse incoming calls on the grounds that it was “inconvenient to talk while driving”.

Qu Yanting went to wash the car first, then went home to bathe and feed the cat, cook and eat. This is the day he dreamed of when he was young. It is enough to be fed and clothed, and no one will bully him.

But now, he was standing in front of the cooking table waiting for the dishwasher to finish running. For one second, two seconds, there was an unspeakable emptiness in the slight sound.

It seems that I have tasted delicious and delicious delicacies, and I feel an inevitable gap after returning to the rough tea and light meals.

Qu Yanting suppressed this feeling and went back to the study to continue reviewing the manuscript. Once faced with the densely packed square characters, he could temporarily forget everything.

He was slender, cradled cross-legged in a large leather armchair, holding Commander Huang, and spent two hours of concentration.

The screen of the mobile phone in silent mode turned on, and the caller displayed “Mr. Zeng Zhen”. Qu Yanting rubbed Commander Huang a little, and Commander Huang meowed with a big face and a plate.

After flickering for a moment, Qu Yanting picked it up and swiped to answer: “Teacher?”

Zeng Zhen was attending the Film Media Summit, Qiao Bian greeted him, and after chatting a few words, he lowered his voice: “Xiao Ting, I heard that you came back from Chongqing. “Huh ?”

Qu Yanting said, “I came back yesterday.”

“I didn’t say a word.” Zeng Zhen complained with a smile, and then said regretfully, “You just came back over there, the teacher is fast entering the group.”

Preparations at the beginning of the year The film project of the film, the commercial blockbuster that the director is good at, the cast alone is enough for the audience to discuss a few back and forth, and it will start next week.

Qu Yanting said, “Teacher worked hard, and the startup went smoothly.”

“Talk about it with your bare mouth?” Zeng Zhen reiterated his old story, “You didn’t make a trip to Chongqing. Now that you are back, you can’t just talk on the phone.”

Qu Yanting understood and could hide. On the first day of the first day, he couldn’t escape the fifteenth day. He reached out and flipped through his notebook. Tomorrow was Saturday, and he said, “I’ll invite you and Master to dinner. Can I have lunch tomorrow?”

Qu Yanting picked a restaurant to reserve a table and sent the address to Zeng Zhen and Wang Mingyu. The call was less than five minutes long, but he felt more tired than staring at the manuscript for two hours.

After closing the document, Qu Yanting opened the browser and logged in to the website co-founded by the “Cedar Tree Project” and Wenjia Fund.

He is the initiator and funder behind the “Cedar Tree Project”. After several years of public welfare projects, many patients with mental illness have reported that they are usually not understood, and they feel very lonely.

Qu Yanting had the idea of setting up a website, which was implemented last year. The model for the site is still being explored, and he goes online occasionally to get a real taste of what parts need improvement.

Entering the account number, the nickname is random, it is called “Little Writer of Social Fear”, and there is no chance to modify it, Qu Yanting feels ashamed every time he logs in.

Once online, he found himself with volunteers.

Qu Yanting believes that this function belongs to “the vision is very good, but it is very tasteless”. It is not enough for volunteers to be enthusiastic, because the enthusiasm of most people is quickly exhausted.

Qu Yanting hasn’t clicked on the messages sent by the volunteers for a long time, so you don’t have to guess. The first sentence is usually: Hello, I am a volunteer so-and-so.

Having experienced four or five volunteers, each of them has a friendly attitude and is careful not to affect his emotions, so he is also cautious and polite, and it is impossible to relax.

It was not until half an hour later that Qu Yanting was ready to go offline, and finally clicked Unread before leaving.

A dialog box popped up, and the displayed nickname was “Unfortunate Little Singer”.

Of course, Qu Yanting didn’t think that the other party was really a singer. He looked at the news on the screen, and his hand rubbing the cat lost its strength again, causing Commander Huang to call out.

The unlucky little singer sent it: Are you GG or MM?

Qu Yanting was hysterical for a while, and replied: man.

There is a lot of time in the evening, and the unlucky little singer is online, and replied in seconds: Are you a writer?

Qu Yanting: Well.

Unlucky singer: My favorite writers are men.

Qu Yanting: Oh.

Unlucky little singer: You are so cold.

“…” Qu Yanting always thought it was weird, but he couldn’t tell.

Unlucky little singer: As expected of a social fear.

Qu Yanting couldn’t talk any longer, and it was not very kind to go offline directly, so he just prevaricates one reason: Which male writer, I will look for his works to read.

Unlucky little singer: Nabokov.

Qu Yanting: …Okay.

Unlucky little singer: I have been Baidu for the past two days.

Qu Yanting: …Unfortunate

little singer: I made a mistake, please read it.

After exiting the assembly line, Qu Yanting nestled in the chair, he remembered Lu Wen, followed by a string of lights and shadows of the mountain city. The next shooting task is very tight, and 250 will definitely be very hard.

The sun was high on Saturday, and Qu Yanting slept for a while. When he woke up at noon, he was wrapped in black from head to toe, and he wore an unsophisticated Panerai.

He was the host, and he had to arrive earlier, and drove quickly through the small half of the district to make an appointment.

The reserved restaurant is a private restaurant, a tree-lined road, and a small western-style building with gray bricks. Qu Yanting stepped aside to turn off the fire, and got out of the car wearing black ultra-sunglasses. The sun shone and plated gold on his fair skin.

The room on the second floor facing the street has a leisure terrace. Qu Yanting stepped on the reddish-brown floor, and his steps fell slightly. The boss is from Ningbo, with a soft tone. He knew him and asked what wine to drink today.

The wine was stored in the dining room. Qu Yanting hooked the car keys and said, “Give me the tea order first.”

Qu Yanting looked at it absent-mindedly, pressing his fingertips against the embossed pattern of the tea order. The engine hummed on the street, and he jolted back to his senses, walked to the terrace and looked down.

Behind his Bentley, Zeng Zhen and Wang Mingyu got out of the car.

Qu Yanting returned to the room, listened to the sound of footsteps approaching, took a deep breath to greet him, and brought a just-right smile on his face.

Zeng Zhen was in his fifties, tall and maintained a very standard figure. When he saw Qu Yanting, he first gave a kind cry, raised his hand, and squeezed Qu Yanting’s shoulder.

“Teacher, did you drive here by yourself?” Qu Yanting asked.

Zeng Zhen said, “Yeah, you’re not late, right?”

Qu Yanting shook his head with a smile, turned gently and left under Zeng Zhen’s palm, went to help Wang Mingyu, who was a few steps slower, and called out “Master”.

“Yan Ting, you’re back.” Wang Mingyu wore a woolen shawl with her hair slack behind her head. She looked like a normal person, with deep wrinkles at the end of her eyes when she laughed.

The dining table is long, and when he entered the room, Zeng Zhen walked over: “Xiao Ting, come and sit.”

“Teacher, please sit first.” Qu Yanting helped Wang Mingyu to carry the bag, “You can’t drink while driving, teacher, let’s see what tea you want to drink. ”

Qu Yanting gentlemanly helped Wang Mingyu pull the chair, and then took a seat beside the other party. There were complicated sets of plates and knives and forks on the table, and the vase and candlesticks were in the middle.

After ordering the order, without being disturbed by the waiter, Qu Yanting poured the tea himself and admitted his mistake: “I should have prepared this meal earlier.”

“It’s been a long time since we met,” Wang Mingyu asked, “How is the production crew in Chongqing? ?”

Qu Yanting replied, “It’s okay.” He held an indifferent attitude, “I don’t care about other things, I just want to change the script with the group, and a web drama with more than 30 episodes is not worth worrying too much about.”

Zeng Zhen He smiled and said, “If you really don’t worry, why don’t you run all the way? What are you going to change? Can’t you just cut it after filming?”

“Look at what the teacher said,” Qu Yanting joked, “If these words are exposed, the public opinion will be greatly reduced. He must question the professionalism of famous directors.”

Wang Mingyu said: “You don’t need to pay attention to him, how can they understand the difficulties of screenwriters when they are directors. How can the audience understand what was filmed and cut, and it is always the first to look bad. I scold the screenwriter.”

Zeng Zhen was attacked back and forth and couldn’t bear it, so he hurriedly changed the subject: “Xiao Ting, the teacher’s new film is about to start, how many days do you want to stay with the group?”

Qu Yanting said regretfully, “During this time, the studio has saved a lot of money. I really can’t make time for it.”

“Things are always busy.” Zeng Zhen persuaded him, “This film has invited the top production team in the United States. It’s a rare opportunity, and the teacher wants to show you.”

Qu Yanting refused to coax: “The teacher’s film and the top Isn’t teamwork a common thing? There will definitely be opportunities in the future.”

At this time, the cold platter was served, which was a black fish roe ordered by Zeng Zhen. Wang Mingyu glanced at the plate, still drinking tea.

Qu Yanting remembered that Wang Mingyu didn’t eat fish roe and shrimp roe, so he would not eat it. He waited for the next dish to be served, and first used a public spoon to add vegetables to Wang Mingyu, and the meal began in earnest.

One of the prawns was delicious. Zeng Zhen said, “It’s better than the summit dinner last night.”

Wang Mingyu asked subconsciously, “What summit?”

Qu Yanting replied, “Film Media Summit.

” Wang Mingyu went to the bathroom, only Qu Yanting and Zeng Zhen were left on the dining table, facing each other diagonally. Out of the corner of the eye, Zeng Zhen put down the tableware and leaned back on the back of the chair.

Across the swaying petals on the table, Qu Yanting felt Zeng Zhen’s gaze, he wiped his mouth and took the initiative to raise the topic: “What is Master busy with recently?”

“I don’t know.” Zeng Zhen replied, “Everyone is busy , doesn’t she even know that I’m attending the event?”

Zeng Zhen picked it up without hesitation, and said “hello”, which sounded like a condescension, in line with his temperament and identity. It shouted “Teacher Zeng” inside, and the attitude was very happy.

“Today?” Zeng Zhen said, “I’m eating out.”

Qu Yanting could vaguely hear the sound, but he didn’t care, and picked up the knife and fork to cut the beef again.

Zeng Zhen was arrogant throughout the whole process. After a few words, he agreed: “Then you wait first, I’ll go after dinner.” After

hanging up, Wang Mingyu just came back, and Qu Yanting chewed the beef grains without mentioning anything.

The meal was almost finished, and before leaving, Zeng Zhen put on his jacket and casually informed: “I’m not going home, I have to go out for something.”

Wang Mingyu basically didn’t respond, and didn’t care about anything. He just asked: “You drive away?”

Zeng Zhen grabbed the car keys: “Xiao Ting, please take your master home.”

After leaving Xiaoyanglou, Qu Yanting opened the car door for Wang Mingyu, and he took a circle and sat in the driver’s seat , start the engine, turn the front of the car and turn into the motorway, the car that was shocked in the rearview mirror drove away in the opposite direction.

After eating and feeling sleepy, Wang Mingyu was lazily wrapped in a shawl.

Qu Yanting turned up the temperature and said, “Master, looking at you is

a little tired.” This winter, Wang Mingyu has already started to prepare for the CCTV New Year’s drama in the following year. There are many screenwriters, but the chief screenwriter is the most troublesome. . She said, “I still have a book here. I can’t take it anymore. I’ll show it to you when I get home.”

Qu Yanting agreed without asking in detail. When he waited for the red light at the intersection, he took a bottle of water and unscrewed it and handed it to the other party: ” Master, pay attention to rest.”

Wang Mingyu caught it, and suddenly smiled: “Tell this to your teacher.”

Qu Yanting did not respond: “Well, the teacher is also busy.”

“Of course he is busy.” Wang Mingyu looks like Speaking of an innocuous gossip, “The new love is hot, so I’ll go and be happy when I’m full, and I’m not afraid to lose my waist in my fifties.”

Qu Yanting was slightly embarrassed and didn’t know how to answer.

Wang Mingyu said to himself: “He’s a little fresh meat, he’s very hot, he can serve and coax people, isn’t this his new movie.” The

red light turned green, Qu Yanting stepped on the accelerator and slid across the intersection, he didn’t pay much attention In entertainment news, I don’t know the stream of celebrities, and my impression is a bit vague: “Looks like the surname is Jin?”

“Well.” Wang Mingyu hummed lightly.

In the past moment, she taunted: “What’s the ethos, there are so many homosexuals.”

Qu Yanting glanced out the window erratically, clenched the steering wheel, and did not say a word.

[End of This Chapter]