President of Zhuma PK

As soon as Song Ci entered the company, he saw Yan Peng approaching happily.

"Song Ci, I have good news for you!"

"What good news?"

Yan Peng smiled and said, "I received a call from the casting director of "Bones and Sugar" yesterday, asking you to audition this afternoon."

Song Ci was puzzled: "How do they know me?"

"I asked the same question yesterday. The casting director said that Zhang Yucheng recommended you to them." Yan Peng said, "I wasn't there when you were in class yesterday afternoon. Did something happen?"

Song Ci said: "It's just a scene with Zhang Yucheng."

Yan Peng slapped his hands and said: "Zhang Yucheng must have thought that you have good acting skills, so he recommended you to the crew. "Bones and Sugar" is Zhang Yucheng's transformational work. He has extremely strict requirements on the opponent's actors. Now, there are [-] or [-] male actors who have auditioned for that role, all of them have been passed by Zhang Yucheng, and the national audition is going on now. Since he allows you to audition, the matter is probably over, and the audition is also It’s just going through the motions.”

Song Ci did not expect to be favored by Zhang Yucheng so easily, he was both unexpected and a little happy.

There is no doubt about Zhang Yucheng's popularity. If they can act in a movie with him, their names will definitely be mentioned together. This will be of great benefit to Song Ci.

"About movies and characters, do you know anything?" Song Ci asked.

Yan Peng said: "The director of this film is Jia Jingxiang, who was born in commercials. Last year, he won the best director award at the Sundance International Film Festival for his independent film "The Waste Land". His second feature film, a homosexual theme, tells the story of a married male college teacher and his male student, the specific plot of which cannot be disclosed for the time being.”

Male teacher and male student?

Presumably the scene where Zhang Yucheng confronted him yesterday should be the plot of the movie.

Yan Peng went on to say: "Although gay-themed movies are not accepted by mainstream audiences, and the box office is also very worrying, they have a high degree of topicality and are favored by the jury of major award ceremonies. There are also many directors and actors who have gained fame by participating in gay-themed movies. For example, Mu Zi'an won the Oscar for Best Director with "Dai Chuan", becoming the first Chinese director in history to win an Oscar. Another example is Hu Ye , won the Golden Horse Award for Best Actor with "Erno" and became the youngest Golden Horse actor in history. So, don't worry about the subject matter, this is really an excellent opportunity to gain popularity, not to mention being with It’s hard for Zhang Yucheng to act, not to be popular.”

Song Ci nodded and said, "Brother Yan, I know this is a good opportunity, and I will try my best to seize it."

"Great, I was worried that you would turn it down." Yan Peng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You go to class as usual in the morning, and I will take you to the audition in the afternoon."

"it is good."

When Song Ci arrived at the training room, the others had already arrived.

He hesitated for a moment, walked to the seat next to Zeng Jinhao and sat down, and said, "Morning."

Zeng Jinhao tilted his head to look at him, pulled his lips into a smile, and said, "Morning."

Song Ci couldn't find anything else to say, so he opened the notes he took yesterday and looked down.

Zeng Jinhao turned sideways, resting his head on his hand, looked at Song Ci, and said, "Are you eighteen?"

Song Ci raised his head and said, "Eighteen years old."

"Same age as when I debuted. Still in high school?"

"School starts, sophomore."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

Zeng Jinhao approached him, lowered his voice and said, "You are still a virgin, aren't you?"

Song Ci didn't answer.

Zeng Jinhao put his arms around Song Ci's shoulders, as if they were very familiar friends, "Listen to my brother, before you are famous, find a girlfriend quickly, talk about sex, make love, and enjoy the life of a normal person , when you become popular, it will not be so easy to fall in love again."

The arms around his shoulders made Song Ci very uncomfortable, and the cologne smell on Zeng Jinhao's body was a bit pungent, but Song Ci couldn't push him away, so he could only bear it.

"How about I introduce some beauties to you?" Zeng Jinhao said with a smile: "A man's first time is as important as a woman's first time, and it may leave a lifetime of shadows, so we must find a job." Nice woman to guide you."

Song Ci didn't like to talk about such topics, so he said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I don't have any such plans right now."

Zeng Jinhao gave him a meaningful look, and his voice became lower and lower.

"You don't...you don't like women, do you?"

Song Ci's expression didn't change at all, he tilted his head and looked at Zeng Jinhao, "Why do you ask that?"

Zeng Jinhao looked at Song Ci's face close at hand, was silent for two seconds, and said, "Because you are so beautiful, even more beautiful than women. A beautiful boy like you should like men."

What is the logic?Song Ci didn't understand.

"Then do you like men or women?" Song Ci asked back.

Zeng Jinhao smiled handsomely, "I'm a sex lover. As long as I'm pretty enough, I like both men and women. Just like you, I quite like you."

Song Ci sneered in his heart, and was about to speak, but suddenly saw Qin Song pushing the door and walking in.

Zeng Jinhao also saw it, and immediately withdrew his arms around Song Ci's shoulders and sat upright.

Qin Song glanced at the four people in the training room, and then sat down in the first row.

Seeing Qin Song sitting down, Yuan Zhaolei, who was originally sitting in the last row with Wu Tiancong, immediately got up and sat down next to Qin Song, and said with a smile, "Mr. Qin, why are you here?"

Qin Song put his hand on his thigh and said, "I'll come to see you."

Yuan Zhaolei immediately showed a flattered expression, but said: "President Qin really knows how to joke, if you really miss me, you won't stop all my work and throw me into the training class."

Qin Song's hands gently kneaded the flesh of Yuan Zhaolei's inner thigh, which aroused slight tremors, and Yuan Zhaolei could hardly help crying out.

Qin Song showed a characteristic evil smile and said, "I'm all for your own good, understand?"

Yuan Zhaolei said in a weird tone, "I understand...I understand."

Others couldn't see Qin Song's messy hands between Yuan Zhaolei's legs, but Song Ci saw it, because he was sitting behind Qin Song's side, and his eyes could just pass through the gap in the chair.

But there was no disturbance in his heart, Quan pretended he hadn't seen anything, and looked down at his notes.

After a while, Zeng Jinhao handed over a note with a line of small characters scrawled on it: The surname Yuan is really a fucking coquettish bitch who deserves to be fucked.

After Song Ci read it, he silently put the note in his notebook.

Not long after, the teacher who taught the lines class came.

Seeing Qin Song, the teacher was a little surprised, but didn't say much, and went straight to class.

One class lasted an hour, and Qin Song sat there playing Tetris the whole time without interfering with anything, but his sense of presence was still very strong, just like the head teacher in a high school self-study class, making others feel very uncomfortable.

Only Song Ci completely ignored Qin Song's existence and focused all his attention on the teacher.

When get out of class was over, Qin Song put away his mobile phone, stood up, turned around, and said, "The others can leave first, and Song Ci stays."

Everyone glanced at Song Ci in unison, and then left the training room one after another.

Song Ci sat in his original position, lowering his head and writing something.

Qin Song moved his long legs, walked up to Song Ci, sat on the table leisurely, bent down, stretched out his hand to lift Song Ci's chin, forced Song Ci to look at him, and said in a commanding tone: "Don't ignore me .”

Song Ci looked at him and said lightly, "Is there anything wrong with Mr. Qin?"

Qin Song asked without answering: "Is there anything I need?"

Song Ci had nothing to say.

He stood up, packed up his notes, and said, "If Boss Qin is okay, I'll leave first."

Qin Song said, "Don't leave."

Every minute spent with Qin Song made Song Ci feel extremely tired. He tried his best not to show an expression of boredom, and stood facing Qin Song.

Qin Song looked at him with folded arms, was silent for two seconds, and said, "Let's have lunch together."

Song Ci said, "Sorry, I already have an appointment with Brother Yan."

Qin Song took out his mobile phone and made a call, "Yan Peng, Song Ci won't have dinner with you anymore, you can go by yourself."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Song said again: "Let's have lunch together."

Song Ci suddenly realized that he didn't need to fight against Qin Song blindly, after all, Qin Song is his boss now, if Qin Song is annoyed, it won't do him any good.

After a moment of silence, Song Ci said, "Okay."

Qin Song brought Song Ci to a high-end western restaurant.

Surrounded by well-dressed young men and women, Song Ci, who was wearing jeans and a white T-shirt, looked out of place.

Song Ci originally had an instinctive resistance to such a place with bright and clean windows, and Qin Song who was facing him made him feel more cramped and tense.

The waiter handed over the menu, Qin Song flipped through it for a while, closed the menu and threw it on the table, saying, "Suddenly I lost my appetite."

After speaking, he got up and walked out.

Although Song Ci felt baffled, he could only follow in a hurry.

After leaving the western restaurant, Qin Song didn't drive, but walked along the sidewalk on foot.

Song Ci didn't know where he was going and what he was doing, but he didn't ask, but followed Qin Song not far or near.

After walking for about 5 minutes, Qin Song turned into an alley, then turned around and entered a small restaurant at the entrance of the alley.

Song Ci raised his head and glanced at the signboard of the small restaurant. It was the kind of yellow characters on a red background that can be seen all over the street, with the four characters "Chen's Restaurant" written on it.

He walked in and sat down opposite Qin Song.

An aunt who seemed to be in her 50s greeted warmly: "Xiao Qin, I haven't been to the store for a long time. You and Uncle Chen miss you a lot."

Qin Song smiled slightly, not the usual chilling fake smile, but a real smile that softened even the corners of his brows and eyes, "I've been busy with work recently. Are you and your uncle healthy?"

"It's all good, it's all good. It's just that you, Uncle Chen, smoke a lot, and that old lung problem has recurred recently."

Qin Song asked with concern: "Did you go to the hospital?"

"The old man is very stubborn, and he doesn't want to go to the hospital, but he is taking medicine. It's okay, so don't worry about it." Auntie noticed Song Ci who was opposite Qin Song, with a kind smile on her wrinkled face. He smiled, "Hey, this little boy is really handsome, Xiao Qin, is he your nephew?"

Qin Song said: "No, it's my nephew's classmate. Auntie, I'm hungry, so let me serve some dishes."

The auntie smiled hurriedly and said, "Look at me, I'm busy talking. Just wait, I'll let Uncle Chen cook for you."

The auntie didn't ask what kind of food Qin Song wanted to eat, she opened the curtain and went into the back kitchen. Only Qin Song and Song Ci were left in the not very spacious restaurant.

There is no air conditioning in the small restaurant, only two oscillating fans on the wall above the dining tables.

Qin Song stretched out his hand to pull the rope, turned on the fan, and a slightly hot wind blew over. Although it was not as good as the air conditioner, it was much cooler.

Song Ci did not expect that Qin Song would bring him to such a roadside restaurant that ordinary people would patronize. Obviously, the high-end western restaurant before was the place where people with Qin Song's style should go.

But Song Ci couldn't deny that compared to the previous western restaurant, this dilapidated but tidy little restaurant made him feel much more at ease, as if he had returned to his own world.

Song Ci was not a talkative person, and facing Qin Song, he became even more mute. Although he was puzzled, he would never ask questions, but just sat quietly, like a painting.

Qin Song poured two cups of cold water, put one in front of Song Ci, and drank the other.

"You must find it very strange, how could I bring you to such a place without style."

Song Ci picked up the cup and drank some water, but didn't speak.

Qin Song didn't care, and said to himself: "The first time I came to this store was six years ago. That day, I just came out of prison, and I was walking aimlessly on the street alone, walking from daytime In the evening, from sunny to rainy. When passing by this restaurant, I was stopped by the aunt just now. She gave me an umbrella and told me to be careful. I didn’t continue walking , but went into the store and ordered a bowl of seaweed egg drop soup. I still remember the taste of that bowl of soup. You can try it later, you will not be disappointed."

Today Qin Song is a bit abnormal.

A normal Qin Song wouldn't tell him what he just said.

Song Ci can never figure out what Qin Song is thinking, Qin Song is like the weather in city S, it is bright and dark, sunny and rainy.

But Song Ci didn't bother to figure it out, because he didn't care what Qin Song was thinking.

Qin Song drank his saliva, and then said, "I heard from Yang Jiaxuan that you received the audition notice from the crew of "Bones and Sugar". Is it this afternoon?"

Song Ci said very briefly: "Yes."

Qin Song looked at him and said in a serious tone: "I suggest you not to accept this drama."

Song Ci was puzzled: "Why?"

Qin Song said: "A while ago when Zhang Yucheng decided to take over the filming of "Bones and Sugar", I read the script and there were at least three sexually explicit scenes in it. Can you accept it?"

Song Ci was silent for a few seconds and said, "I can accept it."

Qin Song said: "Even if you are labeled as out of the stars, don't you care?"

Song Ci said: "As long as I can make money, I don't care."

Qin Song sneered, and said, "In that case, you might as well sleep with me. I'll pay you much more for whoring than for a movie."

This is the normal Qin Song.

Cold and mean, what he said was like a wind knife and frost sword, hurting people invisible.

But Song Ci would no longer be hurt by him.

At this time, silence is the best answer.

Qin Song wanted to say something, but when he looked up and saw Aunt Chen coming out from behind the curtain with a plate, he shut his mouth.

Song Ci helped put the dishes on the table.

Twice-cooked pork, mapo tofu, braised eggplant, and a bowl of seaweed egg drop soup are all home-cooked dishes, and they look particularly appetizing.

Song Ci was not too polite, picked up the chopsticks and tasted it, only to find that it was very delicious.

"Is it still to your taste?" Aunt Chen asked.

Song Ci swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "It's very delicious."

Aunt Chen smiled so hard that she couldn't see her teeth, "It's good that it tastes good. I'll let your Uncle Qin bring you here often."

Uncle Qin...

Song Ci inexplicably felt a little funny, raised his eyes to look at Qin Song, and sure enough, he also had a strange expression.

Qin Song said: "Auntie, I'm not old enough to be called uncle by him."

Aunt Chen said: "He's your nephew's classmate, he's a generation younger than you, isn't he going to be called your uncle? Is it possible that he still needs to be called your brother? Wouldn't the seniority be messed up?"

"Hi brother, it sounds much more pleasant to my ears." Qin Song looked at Song Ci and said, "Call brother to listen."

Song Ci didn't bother to pay attention to him, and lowered his head to eat.

Qin Songwu smiled to himself and didn't say anything further.

Halfway through the meal, Uncle Chen came out from the back kitchen, exchanged some greetings with Qin Song, and said, "You came just in time, if you're a little later, we're going to close the shop."

Hearing this, Qin Song's expression dimmed imperceptibly.

Aunt Chen sighed, and said, "Today is my son Chen Shu's death day, Xiaoshu's father and I are going back to the countryside to see him."

Uncle Chen scolded, "What are you talking about with Xiao Qin? It just makes people unhappy."

Qin Song lowered his head to eat the food, but didn't answer.

Song Ci sensitively sensed that something was wrong with Qin Song's expression.

Suddenly, what Qin Song said just now came to mind: "The first time I came to this store was six years ago. That day, I just got out of prison..."

Six years ago, what happened to Qin Song to go to jail?

Song Ci instinctively knew the answer, but he couldn't remember it.

Aunt Chen wiped her tears and went into the back kitchen. Uncle Chen lit a cigarette, squatted on the doorstep and smoked one after another.

The warm atmosphere before was gone, replaced by silence and depression.

Qin Song didn't seem to notice it, and ate his meal in silence.

Song Ci didn't speak, but kept the sound of chewing very soft, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Even so, the two of them wiped out the three dishes and one soup.

When paying the bill, Qin Song took out all the cash on his body, about 1000 yuan, and put it under the soup basin.Song Ci also took out the only 200 yuan he had, and put it together with Qin Song's money.

After leaving the restaurant, they walked back to the parking lot of the previous high-end western restaurant and drove back to the company.

Along the way, Qin Song didn't say a word, Song Ci naturally wouldn't take the initiative to talk to him, the air in the carriage seemed to freeze.

Looking at the passing pedestrians and buildings outside the car window, Song Ci kept thinking about what happened to Qin Song six years ago.

When the car slammed on the brakes at the traffic light and almost hit a pedestrian crossing the road, Song Ci suddenly remembered the old news he had read on the Internet.

Six years ago, Qin Song killed someone while drunk driving, and the person who was killed was Qin Song's first love in high school.