Son of the Bone

Jiang Jue has only been back for a week.

This is the standard seven-day exam week.

There are four courses of sound table and table, and two electives and several minors also need to be tested.

They met again in the library. There were a few boys sitting beside Qi Lin in twos and threes, and in the distance there were many girls secretly taking pictures and whispering.

Several young people obviously have a lot of brains about papers.

The old professor was quite old-fashioned and asked them to hand in a handwritten copy, and it should not be less than [-] words.

Qi Lin originally saved a lot of words and wanted to chat with Jiang Jue, but now he can only flip through the books to check documents, and occasionally exchange a few words.

"Whoa, whoa-"

"Hi? How's the shoot going?"

"Huh, huh, huh—"

"In this book, No.30 page six, I folded a corner."

"Oh thanks, finally found it, here it is."

Jiang Jue couldn't help but laugh when he saw the boys, he said hello and joined them.

During the seven days, five days were spent writing homework exams. In the morning, I was in the classroom to measure the pitch range and sang the selections of La Traviata. In the afternoon, I wrote crazy books in the foreign literature exam. After returning to the dormitory, I had to prepare for the next day’s exam and rehearse the final sketch. .

Jiang Jue only had these few nights and the day before the exam to complete the final essay.

The previous time was spent doing physical and vocal training for the film, and every minute and every second after entering the crew and starting up was burning the crew's funds. No one had time to wait for him to practice slowly.

He was originally preparing for the make-up exam next semester - other students started grouping and picking scripts three weeks in advance, and he was the only one who was free before the exam.

But Qi Lin insisted on taking the exam with him, even if the entire time the two of them might have was only one day.

"You have helped me a lot this semester," he said with a solemn expression, "Although this performance requires at least 15 minutes, I believe we can do it."

Time passed neither fast nor slow, and even in sleep, there were the sounds of students upstairs and downstairs reciting words and lines.

The alarm clock rang three times, Qi Lin rolled around in the quilt, and suddenly smelled the smell of sweet milk in the air.

He poked his head out and rubbed his eyes, and saw that Jiang Jue was fully dressed and came back from a morning run with breakfast.

"It's eight o'clock, and I asked my senior sister to help us grab a practice room." Jiang Jue glanced at the sky outside the window: "Let's go, let's do the sketch."

This kind of work is really troublesome.

What teachers value is not only the mastery of acting and lines, but also the ability to select excellent scripts at home and abroad.

Although scoring and grading are only subject grades, according to the rumors of seniors and sisters, students who have good eyesight in books and excellent homework and homework will always be recommended for audition opportunities for various good works.

Although Qi Lin has no shortage of resources, he is naturally competitive. After watching a series of Hitchcock and Nolan on the plane and high-speed rail, he once doubted his own understanding.

They finally chose to adapt Shi Tiesheng's "Life Is Like a String" into a script. The two walked around in an empty classroom while following the lines, trying to find the feeling of walking in the countryside.

The sets and props are quite limited, but they should be able to feel the sun in front of them, interact with the chirping of cicadas in the stereo and the sound of pigeons flapping their wings, and find the feeling of summer in the cold wind howling winter.

There must be cuckoo calls, jumping in puddles and grass, and catching frogs hidden in the depths.

One of them played the old blind man, and the other played the young blind man. Their pronunciation and walking style were constantly adjusted and improved.

Jiang Jue finally adjusted the old blind man from 70 years old to 40 years old, and the script should also be fine-tuned according to the design.

Qi Lin was quite tall, so he simply added a wooden platform, so that Jiang Jue was always a lot taller than himself, and his half-length body was covered under the stage, and he yelled "Master" crisply and brightly.

But the rehearsal didn't go as smoothly as expected.

The lines need to be changed, the positioning and facing angles need to be adjusted, and the interaction and response of each link——

The 5-minute short program in the midterm seemed very simple, but after three times the time, all kinds of small problems popped up.

Originally, they didn't eat dinner for the sake of their bodies, but at six or seven o'clock in the evening, one of them was hungry and ate half a roasted sweet potato, and then continued to practice.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, the first full performance that took shape was released.

But both of them obviously felt that this was not enough at all, and they discussed and improved more details.

Then start the second rehearsal, fourth rehearsal and seventh rehearsal.

Forgot to string together words, made a mistake in positioning, did not interact with the background sound in time——

Qi Lin finally gradually realized a question.

Acting in a play is definitely hard work.

When he was acting in a movie, although it took some time to shoot the four-act scene, each segment was disassembled, and each segment may last two to three minutes.

The longer the play, the more things the brain needs to coordinate. At the end of the rehearsal, he didn't know whether he was processing the order of countless details by instinct or memory.

"Can I ask you something quietly..." They leaned against the corner to rest, holding their thermos cups and drinking water in small sips.

"If you acted in drama full-time, how much would you earn each year..."

The two-hour full-on mic performance can't go wrong, and you have to interact with a bunch of supporting actors and even the audience to match the lines, and even sing solo and chorus, it's as hard as Quan Wuxing, okay?

Jiang Jue didn't dislike this question, so he thought for a while and came up with a number.

Qi Lin almost choked.

This is not as much as the set of commercials he spent an afternoon shooting. Is the gap really that big?

The dormitory had already been locked, and they leaned together to chat and relax unknowingly, and occasionally talked about things related to grade point courses.

The trivial topics made people more and more drowsy, and when Qi Lin suddenly woke up from sleepiness, Jiang Jue had already fallen asleep in his arms.

He was so light that he didn't feel anything when he was lying on his knees, only his shallow breathing sounded like a cat.

Qi Lin was originally drowsy, but now he was much more awake, and unconsciously reached out to stroke his soft, broken hair.

When Jiang Jue fell asleep, the sense of alienation and maturity faded a lot, and the sense of distance kept getting closer.

His skin was as clean and delicate as a white magnolia, slightly reddened by the heat.

When he is sober, he is the serious teacher Xiao Jiang, and the stuffy old cadre Jiang.

But now, he is like a younger brother, with a childish sleeping face and an undefended look.

Qi Lin looked at him with a smile for a while, then leaned on his side, and fell asleep hugging each other like two cubs.

Winter vacation is finally here.

For students, winter vacation means a lot of homework and a short and happy thirty or forty days.

They can go to Internet cafes with friends to have fun, travel to various places, or follow various shows of idols, and have some fun during the heavy academic break.

However, Qi Lin, the goose, was the object of the fun.

Actors may not have too many announcements in major festivals, but singers and traffic idols are bound to be scrambled by major David TV.

After Qi Lin entered the university, he turned down nearly [-]% of his various jobs, but his value rose instead of falling, and he became more popular. Hunger Marketing takes over.

On the occasion of the New Year, he himself not only has to manage six or seven variety shows, but also goes to debates today, travels tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow he goes to the TV station to accept interviews with a smirk, and to participate in the successive promotions of "Mermaid Song".

When the New Year's bell was ringing, fireworks were blooming everywhere in the country, and he and his assistant had already boarded the plane, preparing to go to New York to finalize the editor and sound mixer.

There was silence in first class.

Here, few people care about who is sitting next to them, because the price has screened out most ordinary people, and everyone sitting here has a lot of stories.

Once, Qi Lin saw the business tycoon Wan Sui sitting there sleeping soundly in the diagonal corner, and after thinking about it for a long time, he was too embarrassed to go over to ask for an autograph.

The stewardess' guidance was always polite and courteous. Qi Lin smelled the faint scent of perfume, walked through the eggshell-shaped high-class seats, and found his seat by the window.

After he put the suitcase away, a slightly familiar voice sounded not far away: "Please help me get a soft pillow, thank you."

The voice is mellow and somewhat hoarse, but the unique tone of laziness is so clearly recognizable——

It's for nothing!

Bai Ping, who turned from a best-selling author to a screenwriter, became famous in the first battle of the sitcom, and then turned to be a film screenwriter and producer!

The uncle with a Van Dyke-style mustache turned to look at him, and Yaoyao blinked to express his respect.

"Are you sitting—"

"Sit across from you." Seeing that the boy had a lot to say to him, Bai Ping casually put the document bag beside him, and smiled with a mature and elegant demeanor: "You are Qi Lin."

Qi Lin opened his eyes wide and nodded, but was at a loss for words for a while.

After Bai Ping ignited the market with many works in China and made many stars popular, he gradually faded out of viewers' attention because his work shifted to foreign countries. The most recent work was "Cang Bird", which was released two or three years ago. .

Whether it is the profound and moving plot or the outstanding and innovative narrative techniques, he is the object of much sought after and controversial at home and abroad.

There are excerpts of Bai Ping's works in Qi Lin's lines class textbook, and he has read them several times.

With the plane running smoothly enough, Bai Ping ordered a glass of whiskey and began to discuss various topics with him with a smile.

"I—I'm working hard to become an actor." Qi Lin said dryly: "The more I learn, the more difficult it becomes, but everything about acting is so interesting."

In front of this uncle, he was as young and flustered as a kid.

Although I know in my heart that I don't have many chances to act in Director Bai's films, it's a great honor to be able to chat more.

"I have a child who is the same age as you." Bai Ping smiled with downcast eyes, "It's a pity that the child is too introverted, and he doesn't usually talk to me much."

-2-

Bai Ping actually already has a child!

Qi Lin blinked, for a moment he couldn't believe it.

He entered the circle early, and his family is also running related industries, so he is quite clear about all kinds of news in the circle.

A handsome uncle like Bai Ping, and a movie idiot like Jiang Yanzhi, who is so dedicated to movies, will make people feel a little unexpected when the news of the marriage is announced-they seem to be born to play in the world, and all the fireworks Gas and triviality seem to have nothing to do with them.

They all have a lot of scandals and speculations, and have been suspected of their sexual orientation many times, but the calm and cynical attitude on their bodies has a charming sense of detachment.

It turns out that Bai Dao's son is the same age as me... I don't know where to study.

Qi Lin didn't continue to think about it, took the brandy brought by the stewardess, and clinked glasses with him with a smile.

"I especially like your every transformation and challenge," he said with a serious expression when he talked about these: "Your "Smoke in the Blue House" not only changed people's perception of thrillers, but also changed me. Impression of Emperor Jiang."

Jiang... Huang?

Bai Ping stroked his beard and smiled subtly: "Really?"

"Many of the films she has made in the past have packaged her as... a sexy and moving rose."

No matter if it is a red rose or a white rose, even if the style and tone of the painting are changed, they will always be skin-deep beauties.

"But in "Bi Lou Yan", she changed from a perfect portrait in the painting to a living person." Qi Lin was a little at a loss for words, sipped his wine and said: "It seems that she was suddenly endowed with vitality and tension, becoming a real person." A character that is so vivid that people can't forget it."

After watching the movie, he couldn't even separate the characters from the actors, and he couldn't even watch other movies later.

"Actually, at that time, she patted and patted, and sometimes she was so stressed that she hid in the toilet and cried secretly." Bai Ping recalled with nostalgia: "I asked my assistant to watch the door, and sat by the door with a chair. On the other hand, read scripts and novels to her."

Qi Lin couldn't believe it when he heard it: "Jiang...will Emperor Jiang still cry?"

Would such a confident and powerful up-and-coming woman cry anxiously during filming?

"She is so stubborn. She was crying and refused to open the door. I finally had no choice but to read jokes to her." Bai Ping waved his hand and said, "The jokes were getting worse and worse. She held back until the end and laughed. Sniffing, it's cute."

That year, he was 24 years old, and he was still a screenwriter who had switched careers from TV dramas for only two years.

She is 22 years old and already famous, crying like a little girl in the toilet cubicle.

When he recalled what happened more than twenty years ago, the smiles in his eyes were quite gentle.

Qi Lin listened attentively, and patted his chest: "I won't say it."

"It's okay." Bai Ping finished his glass of wine and waved his hand calmly: "She won't admit it if she tells it."

Jiang Jue entered the group on the eve of New Year's Eve.

There are a total of ten exterior scenes, and the rest of the scenes were completed in greenhouses and green screens.

Not only did he have to perform in front of the camera and the faces of a bunch of staff members that he was singing to his heart's content in the concert, but he also tremblingly defended and pleaded with the doctor in a psychiatric suit.

In Wei Feng's arrangement, at the beginning of the story, he was a patient diagnosed with severe depression.

He has no way to correctly recognize himself, hides in his identity as an ordinary person and refuses to face memories, and refuses to have any communication with his agent and psychiatrist.

But in the arrangement of the crew, they will give priority to finishing all the indoor scenes, and then finish the outdoor scenes according to the prescribed route.

Wei Feng is well-known and well-connected, and has offended many people in the industry, but he also has a lot of good friends. Even if it is to shoot such a non-traditional movie, many big names will come to play supporting roles, regardless of the popularity of the audience. Even if you mix up a prize, you won't lose money.

It was precisely because people in the circle knew each other that Jiang Jue's presence was rather abrupt.

Almost everyone, when they learned that such a young man was the leading actor in this film, looked at him in surprise for a long time, and then whispered how this child got in.

Hu Wu is a professional householder, with two moustache and a vulgar coffee-colored oversize suit, the look of a philistine floats on his face.

With the sound of beating the board, he sat on the side of the hospital bed and patted the boy's shoulder, with a somewhat indecent and perfunctory expression.

"Are you awake?"

As a gold medal manager, he has managed too many young people like Yue Yu, and he usually takes advantage of their popularity to make a fortune, and kicks them away when they are almost popular.

The patient whose head was still wrapped in gauze slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the ceiling out of focus, apparently not yet lost consciousness.

"Are you awake?" Hu Wu stepped forward and patted his face even more impatiently, without the slightest respect: "The doctor said that you have no broken bones, just some abrasions and a slight concussion—— Hurry up and leave the hospital with me, the interview has already been written, just read it, don't talk nonsense, don't make any mistakes at the concert tomorrow, you hear me?!"

The boy's eyes finally began to focus, and he looked at him with some difficulty, groping to sit up.

His hands were still wrapped in gauze, and even the movement of getting up was a little shaky.

"Who are you?"

The economic man froze for a few seconds, pinched his chin and forced him to look at himself: "Don't play this game with me, you kid. If you really skip work, you know how much liquidated damages will be paid!"

Yue Yu patted his hand away weakly, trying to pull out the infusion needle on the other hand.

He has to go back to work. If the boss deducts wages again, he will really be kicked out by the landlord.

This is a detail that was not discussed in the storyboard script!

He was obviously moving the needle, and even Hu Wu didn't know how to cooperate, and was stuck there for several seconds.

"Stop!" Wei Feng's voice came from the speaker: "Old Hu, are you distracted? Did you drink too much horse urine last night?"

"No—this grandson, why is this kid messing around?" Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Hu Wu couldn't hold back his anger and asked, "Will he know how to act? Can he change people?"

How could he make mistakes after acting for so long, it's all because of this little bastard!

"They start messing around even if they don't even know how to act. Now these young people are getting worse and worse!" He spat on the floor, not thinking that Jiang Jue was the leading actor at all: "Still stealing the show! Doesn't it make sense!"

Wei Feng glanced at the replay on the screen, and sighed a bit regretfully, but he didn't give them a chance to argue, and just said briefly: "Do it again, if it doesn't work, replace it."

"Did you hear that! If it doesn't work, just change!" Hu Wu glared at him and returned to his seat.

As a supporting role professional, he has a good relationship with the SPF boss, and this is the first time he has cooperated with Director Wei.

I heard people in the industry say that this old Wei is very fast and resolute when he shoots a movie. He never wastes his time or procrastinates. A movie that can be filmed in three days will never take three months. He pays attention to the word efficiency to the extreme.

If this kid messes up the scene again, I'm afraid he won't be able to get a role in the future.

This circle has always been bullying the high and flattering the low, and bullying newcomers to vent their anger is nothing new.

Thinking of this, Hu Wu sneered in his heart, and this time he slapped him directly.

The manager originally regarded Yue Yu as a tool to make money, so it would be fine to beat him hard.

But if the boy couldn't bear the pain and frowned or opened his eyes, he would have to NG again, maybe he would be scolded by Director Wei.

The two slaps were painful and loud, and even the fair face was slightly flushed. Unexpectedly, the comatose patient woke up from the semi-comatose state after a while, and there was no drama at all.

"Are you awake?"

The patient's eyes slowly focused, and he groped weakly and sat up.

His breathing was heavy and disordered, and even his arms were trembling slightly. Obviously, he couldn't control his strength well, and even his body was shaking when he sat up.

Hu Wu subconsciously supported him, the rogue and cold-blooded appearance just now was a bit bluffing.

"who are you?"

"You kid, don't play this game with me—" Hu Wu's face turned sharp, and he began to speak the follow-up lines.

The boy was not interested in listening at all, endured the pain and pulled out the needle two or three times, stumbled out of bed, was caught by the quick-sighted nurse, and prevented him from being thrown on the ground.

Hu Wu settled down, and began to answer the following lines: "Yue Yu! You kid pretend not to know me at this time? Where's your face?!"

With the support of the nurse, Yue Yu paused, frowned and looked at him, his voice was hoarse because he hadn't been in the water for a long time: "What did you call me?"

He no longer remembers the stage name.

"you--"

Yue Yu only glanced sideways at the familiar face on the tile, grabbed the hand of the nurse who supported him, and walked forward enduring the pain in his muscles: "Take me to see the doctor."

Hu Wu still has three lines to finish, but if he continues to speak now, he just stands there and reads his lines.

"Card--"

Wei Feng's tone this time was obviously a lot harsher: "Hu Wu, are you playing a wooden man?"

"It's not the director," the fat man panicked, and he opened his mouth to defend: "He leaves the room so fast, what can I do!"

"You won't go up and grab him? Are you talking about five things, four beauties and three loves?" Wei Feng scolded, "Did you really drink too much?!"

It was only at this time that Hu Wu realized that something was wrong.

The characters in the movie don't mind at all whether Koshiha is injured or not.

The actor who played Yue Yu was not injured either.

But just now, he instinctively thought that this was a patient who had been in a car accident, and subconsciously helped him up——

The one who really didn't get into the show was himself.

Jiang Jue never defended himself from the beginning to the end, his eyes were always looking at the water on the set, but he put on his makeup and lay back on the hospital bed.

Hu Wu patted his face, and suddenly restrained the aggressive attitude just now, feeling a lot more discouraged.

Director Wei is afraid that from the beginning to the end, he is like a mirror in his heart about this.

If the trouble continued, he might be the one who got fired.

-3-

After Qi Lin participated in the recording of the last shooting battle royale reality show, it happened to be the Lantern Festival.

He leaned against the car window and looked at the residual snow piled up on the side of the street, breathed out on the car window, and stretched out his finger to draw a little fox.

One mouthful of hot air was obviously not enough, he had to go in and take several mouthfuls before he finished drawing the fox's big fluffy tail.

Sitting next to him, Uncle Fan looked at the child's foolish appearance, twitched his eyebrows and said, "Xiao Lin."

"exist?"

"Where are you going?" He shook his phone: "Your dad is still in San Francisco for a meeting, and your mom is on duty in the hospital. She won't be back until this weekend—when I send you back?"

"Book a plane ticket for me?" Qi Lin thought for a while and said, "I want to go to Qianyang Film and Television City in Zhuqian."

"Why are you going there?" Uncle Fan motioned to the assistant in the back row to help book the tickets, and his tone was a bit subtle: "To meet your friend?"

"Do you know where he is from?" Qi Lin paused, lowered his head and rubbed the cashmere scarf, and said, "I feel from his clothes and conversation...he is not an ordinary person."

Thinking of Mr. Qi's advice, Uncle Fan changed his eyes, changed his tone and began to say: "Don't tell me you flew there to cut him, talk to your roommate about something, you can't change the dormitory."

"I didn't lose my temper with anyone!" Qi Linba said in a high voice: "I can't find friends to celebrate the New Year together! This is a class visit!"

The manager uncle let out a long sigh, and continued to say: "Didn't you visit the class before, when you didn't go to visit, those friends used to reminisce about old karaoke songs?"

What's the point of those casual acquaintances, every day they hear each other's business and their ears are calloused.

Qi Lin sighed for a long time, and began to skillfully pretend to be pitiful, looking like a child abandoned by his parents: "I'm so deserted by myself."

"...No one at home is waiting for me."

Uncle Fan's expression was slightly broken, and he tried to ask something more: "You like him a lot? Is this boy special?"

Qi Lin looked up at him, then lowered his head aggrievedly: "Forget it, let's go back."

"Don't, don't, I'm teasing you," Uncle Fan hurried over to coax, "It's not uncomfortable, it's not uncomfortable, your dad just bought you a new car abroad, and I planned to talk about it after your birthday—"

"Go to Zhuqian?"

"Go to Zhuqian!"

Qianyang Film and Television City is a fairly modern film and television base.

The four parks are free to shoot indoor sets and sitcoms. There are also Western European medieval palace layouts and oriental landscape courtyard sets outside. Almost any drama can be filmed here.

Qi Lin has come here to audition and guest star in TV dramas before, so it's quite fresh to come here again today.

When they entered the TV drama greenhouse park, it was as if they entered a building block stacked one by one.

There are posters of various well-known TV series posted everywhere, or large close-ups of actors.

The doors of most of the sheds are closed, and it is obviously not yet time to start construction.

There is light coming out of some gates, and there may be ancient princes and chivalrous women exchanging friendship, or actors sitting in toy-like rooms or conference halls, reciting lines with sullen expressions.

Qi Lin lay in front of the window looking at the slightly discolored posters, letting the cold wind blow in with snowflakes.

Sometimes he couldn't help but imagine how it would feel if he and Jiang Jue acted in the same TV series or movie.

He learned piano when he was a child, and was fortunate to play four-hands with the master, and played the same piece of music with a very good playmate.

When you are with a master, you will be nervous and unnatural, but you can play your favorite tunes with your friends, and you can really feel that they are resonating—this kind of convergence and resonance of personal ability and artistic interpretation is as smooth as the soul in the long river Traveling in general.

When the car stopped temporarily and the assistant was about to take him into the set, Qi Lin's cell phone rang.

Qi Lin connected casually, and Jiang Jue's voice came from the opposite side.

"I just finished the show." His voice was a little tired: "Thank you for the skills you taught me before. The vocal teacher said that my breath is very stable."

Qi Lin looked at the lights from the studio in the distance, walked over quickly, and said with a smile, "Are you ready to go back and rest?"

"We have to wait for a few more hours, and we may add another shot temporarily." Jiang Jue took a sip of hot tea, sank into the chair, wrapped himself up in the soft blanket and said, "Today is the Lantern Festival, are you at home?"

"My parents are very busy." Qi Lin greeted people from all walks of life with his eyes and gestures, looking for him in the crowd: "I'm afraid I'm going to spend the holidays alone today - I should eat some glutinous rice balls."

"I like black sesame stuffing." Jiang Jue felt a little sleepy, covered his yawn with his hands and said, "If we are in the dormitory, we can share a bowl of glutinous rice balls from the cafeteria, but the ones they make are too sweet."

There was no sound on the other end of the phone.

"Qi Lin?" Jiang Jue was stunned for a moment, and called out uncertainly, "Are you okay?"

The next second, the door of the rest room in front of him was opened.

Qi Lin was holding a snack box, and knocked on the door with a smile: "Student Xiaojiang, please sign for your takeaway."

Jiang Jue was stunned for a few seconds, then pulled himself out of the soft blanket with some difficulty: "Qi Lin? Why are you here?"

"By the way." Qi Lin said naturally: "A serving of glutinous rice balls can't be finished, and it happens to be stuffed with black sesame seeds."

The assistant next to him suppressed the rolling of his eyes and cursed in his heart.

If you can't finish eating, you can throw it away... I'm really afraid of wasting it by flying over to deliver glutinous rice balls.

Jiang Jue subconsciously glanced at the other crew members in the distance, but found that they all seemed to have disappeared.

"By the way, I was afraid that they would be greedy if you ate alone, so I brought a portion of fried dumplings with shrimp stuffing for everyone." Qi Lin stretched out his hand and pinched his soft face: "Eat quickly, let's talk again." It'll be cold down there."

Jiang Jue sat down side by side with him, bowed his head and took a sip of the still warm sweet rice wine.

The warmth spread silently, and the body that had been frozen just now also warmed up.

"You are here to spend the Lantern Festival with me." He took a spoonful of glutinous rice balls and fed Qi Lin a mouthful naturally: "Is it delicious?"

Qi Lin stared at Jiang Jue for a few seconds, before he started chewing the round glutinous rice balls.

Time seemed to stop suddenly.

The moment Jiang Jue fed him for the first time, his heart missed a few beats.

He had played with other boys before, but he never felt this way—as if his brain had suddenly shut down and restarted.

Being fed by the person I like... I even get so nervous that I forget to breathe.

He finally understood what was wrong.

This is...do you like it?

Is this... the feeling of liking someone?

This kind of emotion came too silently and without trace, so that he was as dull as he, and he didn't realize it until now.

In the past ten years, he was either in the recording studio or busy working all over the country, and he didn't have many opportunities to meet his peers.

Of course, those screaming and howling through the security guards and even throwing their bras are also the same age...

Seeing that Qi Lin chewed for a long time without swallowing, Jiang Jue lowered his head and looked at the glutinous rice balls worriedly: "Is the stuffing stale? Spit it out if it doesn't taste good."

Qi Lin quickly swallowed the glutinous rice balls, and opened his mouth again: "Ahhh—"

At the moment when many confusions in his heart suddenly became clear, he was even embarrassed to touch him, and he didn't even dare to look directly into his eyes.

It seems that at the moment when you find out who you like, a series of emotions such as shyness, joy, tension, and anticipation will be vivid, and fireworks will explode in your mind at the same moment.

These emotions were complex and full, which made him a little overwhelmed.

Nostalgia and joy followed and entangled, Qi Lin even wanted to hold his hand and rub his face tentatively, but resisted all these impulses.

Can't you eat it yourself...

Jiang Jue slandered inwardly, and sighed inwardly for the sake of sending glutinous rice balls thousands of miles away, and continued to feed them.

The assistant watched the two children play house not far away, and there were already tens of thousands of words floating in his mind.

It's like two elementary school students are in a relationship—no, do they even know that this is a relationship...

The two assistants went to deliver welfare and supper to the whole crew, and he was left alone to watch the prince transform into a koala online. If Lao Fan knew about these things, he might have to smoke half a pack of cigarettes to calm down.

"I'll book a hotel for you." Jiang Jue said naturally, "There should be vacant rooms nearby. I don't know if you're used to living there."

"It's okay, I've already made an order."

"Go back tomorrow?"

At this time, Qi Lin was still in the surprise of discovering his first love, recalling this sudden throbbing feeling and slowly said: "Stay for two or three days, play around before leaving."

The little assistant almost choked on his saliva.

The average temperature outside is minus two degrees, and the film and television city has opened half of the park for tourists to hang out—and there are not many people coming to play.

If Mr. Qi knew that Qi Lin could say these nonsense without changing his face and heartbeat, he would be able to laugh out loud in comfort.

"you sure?"

Stay here for two or three days?

Jiang Jue thought that something was wrong with this guy, he turned on his phone to check the date and said, "Wait, school starts in a week, have you finished your homework yet?"

Qi Lin was still stuck in a strange feeling of love and didn't come out: "Do—homework?"

"Qi Lin." Jiang Jue reached out and touched his forehead: "Teacher Ji has arranged six reading notes, each of which is no less than [-] words, three in China and three in foreign countries, handwritten."

"The counselor's side, the winter vacation practice report, [-] words, handwritten."

"What-what?"

"There are also movie appreciation and interpretation, and script analysis and deconstruction of designated themes." Jiang Jue's eyes were full of pity: "Do you want to make up homework in the hotel or go back to the dormitory?"

"It's not that I'm in college, why do I still have winter homework!" Qi Lin looked at his assistant stiffly: "I'm already a freshman!"

The assistant shook his head resolutely: "President Qi ordered that as long as we are found to help you with homework and writing papers, we will be directly blacklisted in the industry, and we will never be in this business for the rest of our lives."

Qi Lin suddenly felt the unbearable lightness of life at this moment.

The furthest distance in the world is when you are clearly by my side, but I want to make up, do, and do homework.

Jiang Jue patted him on the shoulder quite understandingly.

"Happy New Year."