infinite gravity

The next day's filming went on as usual, although Zhang Yan was still a little depressed, but Zhang Yan had debuted for more than three years anyway, so this emotion would not affect the work. Although the filming was not as fast as yesterday, it was progressing steadily.

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During the break, Ken came up and enthusiastically put Zhang Yan on the shoulders. After many days of filming and cooperation, he has already become very familiar with Zhang Yan.

"Zhang Yan, what's the matter? Have you encountered any troubles recently?"

Zhang Yan put his arms back enthusiastically.

"No, cooperating with your great photographer, how dare I have troubles." Zhang Yan returned Ken's shoulder enthusiastically.

"Come on, I told you to laugh just now, and you laughed like you were about to be abandoned."

"..."

"It's okay, it's okay, everyone has occasional bad times, with my powerful technology, even if you have a constipated face, I will make you a male god!"

"······" Zhang Yan really disagrees with some descriptions of this great photographer.

"Come on, come on, let me show you that my name as chief photographer of Ruiyi is not for nothing."

Ken called the assistant to bring his personal notebook, turned on the computer and clicked on one of the folders.

"Look at the fruits of our labor during this time."

The files are all photos taken in the past few days, some have been post-processed, and some are still original photos.In the photo, Zhang Yan is wearing different sportswear and holding different sports equipment, doing various movements, and the demeanor of each photo is different.

I have to say that Ken's "King Yi chief photographer" is really not in vain. Although these amazing photos are different, they all highlight Zhang Yan's excellent body lines and the tension of movement.

"Hey, this one is really good!" Liu Mingxue who came over to inspect the results suddenly pointed to one of them.

"Is this one?" Ken zoomed in on a picture, "Hey, this one is also my favorite.

The photo content is simple.The background of the photo is deliberately blurred, and the subject is only a tree. Under the tree, Zhang Yan is wearing a short sweatshirt and sitting on the ground with a skateboard in his arms.The entire photo has been processed in gray tones, only the skateboard in Zhang Yan's hand is bright and flamboyant.

Zhang Yan's eyes are also eye-catching. Zhang Yan's eyes have not been processed into gray tones, but a pair of black and white eyes are stubbornly staring at the front. There is a vigorous force that will never admit defeat.Together with the bright colors of the skateboard in hand, it brings a lot of visual impact to the picture.

Zhang Yan snapped his fingers: "It's really you, great photographer."

"I'll accept the compliment, but I don't dare to take all the credit. This idea was actually proposed by Manager Mu."

"Manager Mu?" Zhang Yan was stunned, "Mu Zheng?"

"It's our prince. I heard you and him are old acquaintances? The day before yesterday, I was processing photos in the company coffee shop. The prince stopped by and gave some advice."

Zhang Yan suddenly had a glimmer of anticipation in his heart.

"What did he say then?"

"I think about it..."'

"'Zhang Yan's eyes are very beautiful and special, and there is a temperament in them, maybe they can be more prominent.'"

"That's about it," Ken recalled rubbing his chin.

"Xiaoyan, your eyes are very bright, and you always give people a feeling of hope and reluctance, which attracts people to get close to you."

Someone once said in my memory that the sun softened that person's somewhat cold eyebrows and eyes, only his eyes were as bright as stars, it was an unconcealable appreciation and envy, and it gave the person who was stared at by such eyes a sense of satisfaction of being sincerely looked up to

Zhang Yan had mixed feelings in his heart for a while, and he was in a hurry twice, thinking that the man avoided him on purpose, and the memories of having fun and playing together when he was young really became an untraceable past, but it turned out that he still had a little bit of his past in that man's heart. Is he the best look in the eyes?

"Miss Liu, come here and take a step to talk."

Zhang Yan suddenly tugged at Liu Mingxue's clothes, motioned her to hide aside, turned his back to the various probing eyes behind him and said to her mysteriously:

"Miss Liu, can I ask you for Mu Zheng's mobile phone number?"

Liu Mingxue hesitated a bit: "This..."

Sure enough, as Ah Wen said, he was determined to be nervous about their prince's personal affairs, Zhang Yan immediately threw out the big bait:

"I heard that you and Ah Wen have differences because of the schedule of going to other places for filming. I can persuade Ah Wen to fully listen to your arrangement."

"1XXXXXXXX4." Liu Mingxue quickly reported a series of numbers, decisively betraying the prince.

At night, the hour hand was close to zero, and Zhang Yan was lying on the bed holding the mobile phone, tossing and turning, just not sleeping.

Finger pressed on the dial key, and the screen displayed the number obtained from Liu Mingxue today. Zhang Yan wanted to dial out several times through gritted teeth, but withdrew his hand in a hopeless manner.

It's so late, will Mu Zheng sleep?Will calling him disturb him?What if he really doesn't want to care about himself?

Just like his mood, the screen of the phone turned on and off repeatedly, and I don't know how long it took. Finally, half of the battery was exhausted, and the jingle sound played cheerfully—it was automatically shut down.

Zhang Yan bounced up from the bed like a rabbit, grabbed the power bank from the bedside table and quickly walked on the street. Before rushing for a few seconds, Zhang Yan frantically pressed the power button, and finally turned on the phone slowly under the star's eagerness to wear it.

However, this accident also made Zhang Yan make up his mind. He clicked on the SMS bar and quickly typed a few words with his fingers:

"have you slept?"

Press "Send", and the small envelope on the plane rotates a few times to display "Send successfully".

Zhang Yan's heart was in his throat, he stared at the screen with bated breath, he hoped that the message prompt box would not pop up, but also hoped that it would not pop up, such contradictory feelings were probably not so entangled in the mind of the Huaichun girl.

Fifteen minutes later, the screen suddenly lights up, and there is a new message prompt!The sender shows "A Zheng".

Zhang Yan was so startled by these two Chinese characters that he almost lost his grip on the phone. He frantically held the phone steady, took a few deep breaths, and clicked on the message——

"Who are you?"

Zhang Yan froze for a moment, feeling as if he had punched the cotton, as if he was fully armed on the battlefield, but the other party took out a water gun.But after such a while, Zhang Yan also calmed down a lot.

"It's me, Zhang Yan, the number Liu Mingxue gave me, and you haven't slept so late?"

This time there was a quick return.

"I just finished reading the materials, and I haven't planned to sleep yet."

"I can't sleep either, why don't we talk?"

As soon as this article was sent out, Zhang Yan wanted to slap himself.

What are you talking about, you should persuade him to go to bed early!

It's a pity that nowadays, when social software such as QQ and WeChat have the function of "withdrawal", the ancient text messages stubbornly insist on "overwhelming and hard to recover".

"Forget it, I'll sit for a while and get ready to wash up and go to sleep."

Sure enough, Mu Zheng replied like this, but immediately after, a text message was sent.

"However, we can make an appointment to come out for a cup of coffee."

Awesome!

Zhang Yan punched the air excitedly.

"OKOK, when are you free? I'm free on Tuesday and Wednesday."

"Then next Tuesday, at eight o'clock in the evening, the place is up to you."

"A friend of mine owns a speakeasy. The environment is quiet and safe. Let's meet there. I'll send you the address later."

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."

"OK, good night."

"Good night."

The chat was interrupted. Zhang Yan looked at the last two words "good night" and put the phone on his heart, as if he could imprint every word that person said in his heart.

On Tuesday, Zhang Yan arrived at the bar half an hour earlier. He didn't deliberately dress up, but just followed his usual dressing style. After seven years of separation, he wanted to show Mu Zheng his truest side.

This underground bar is opened by friends in Zhang Yan's circle. The environment is quiet and low-key, and the waiters are also tight-lipped. Zhang Yan occasionally comes to relax in his spare time. The bartender is familiar with him. When he saw Zhang Yan coming in, he smiled. Ask to say hello:

"Good evening, would you like a margarita or a Manhattan today?"

Zhang Yan sat at the bar, just about to talk about Manhattans, when the words came to his lips, after thinking about it, he changed his mind and asked for a glass of soda.

The waiting process was actually not as difficult as imagined, and the mood was unexpectedly calm. Zhang Yan half-supported his head, closed his eyes, and tapped the index finger of the other hand rhythmically to the soothing music of the bar, carefully recalling his relationship with Mu. Recalling the time when I was young.