I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

Two weeks later, the "Morning Star Project" was officially launched, and the opening ceremony was scheduled to be held on a sunny and initially warming day after snow.

Ruixue red silk, quite beautiful.

The main shooting location of "Morning Star Project" was in Linzhou, and Song Yan arrived at Linzhou Airport the night before.

"Oh, it's much colder than Nanzhou!" An Yuan shivered as soon as he got off the plane, "It's terrible."

Song Yan was wrapped tightly, and was wearing a thick hat and mask, and said a few sarcastic remarks: "Who told you to wear so little, I remind you."

An Yuan curled up her freshly made red nails. She was wearing a newly bought coat, a brand she had always liked but couldn't afford.

After Song Yan showed her face at the Astrology Ceremony, her traffic increased greatly. She received constant business invitations, and she was able to raise her head in the circle immediately, so she immediately bought this dress as a celebration.

Song Yan got out of the airport, and was surprised to find fans coming to pick him up.

"Damn it." An Yuan was the first to exclaim, "Who picked you up?"

Song Yan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Looking at the bright expressions and eyes of many young girls, he even felt that it would be more appropriate not to know how to walk.

He is not very good at maintaining his composure under too many gazes, and more often he is acting forcefully.

Today he is just wearing casual clothes, no makeup, so he is not in shape.

A girl rushed up to deliver a letter, and Song Yan took it without having much time to react.

Luckily the crew sent a car to pick him up, so he simply smiled and waved and closed the window.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, looking at the delicate letters in his hand.

A few minutes later, fans who left the airport contentedly received Song Yan's Weibo push.

The photo is a few light pink envelopes with hand-painted paintings, with a few lines of words: "The weather is so cold, thank you for your hard work."

After Song Yan posted Weibo, he put away his phone and put the letter safely in his bag.

An Yuan saw what was in his bag, and asked suspiciously, "Huh? What is that?"

Song Yan knew what she was referring to: "Cuff buttons."

"Cufflinks?" An Yuan was very surprised, "Why are you so delicate that you have to keep a copy of your cufflinks in a box?"

Song Yan: "..."

"Am I so casual in your mind?" Song Yan was very unconvinced, "Why can't I put the cufflinks in a box?"

An Yuan stopped talking, and reapplied her lipstick carefully.

Song Yan turned his head and stuffed the cuff button box inside with one hand.

Well, it really wasn't his.

Arriving at the site of the opening ceremony, Song Yan felt what it means to be crowded for a long time.

Although there were many guests at the grand ceremony, there was no such a grand occasion where everyone was wrapped in thick down jackets and you squeezed me and I was next to you.

With the addition of various cameras, lighting boards, tracks and apple boxes, a large area was crowded.

These things brought out some hot feeling in Song Yan's heart that had been hidden for a long time.

A staff member came to guide him and confirmed the process with him again.

The opening ceremony took a long time, and by the time of the final speech, Song Yan's nose was a little red from the cold.

The microphone was handed to him, he spoke briefly, and the crowd cheered and applauded.

Scattered, not too many people, maybe only a few dozen people, all of them are the most enthusiastic station sisters.

Although there are not many people, everyone is working hard.

Song Yan looked over from a distance, picked up the microphone and added: "It's so cold, remember to wear more."

The cheers grew louder.

This sentence was true, because he was already shivering a little from the cold.

The microphone was handed over to the male second hand.

Ding Yiming did not attend the grand ceremony, but appeared at the opening ceremony on time.

He didn't stand beside Song Yan, but stood next to the leading actress, keeping a little distance from Song Yan.

Before he could speak, the cheers from the crowd erupted, and they couldn't stop for a long time.

Song Yan's face was expressionless, his eyes were on his nose, his nose was on his heart, and he didn't care.

Ding Yiming raised his hand and waved, the cheers almost overwhelmed the crowd.

"I will work with Mr. Song and Mr. Zhou to complete this drama." Ding Yiming smiled, "Especially Mr. Song, I am looking forward to Mr. Song's performance."

Song Yan raised his eyes and twitched the corners of his mouth.

The cheers from the onlookers were so loud that they couldn't hear the rest of Ding Yiming's speech at all.

Song Yan complained silently in his heart, and didn't quite understand why Ding Yiming aimed at him everywhere, and even had to cue himself when he spoke.

Just such a cue is enough for the marketing account to write [-] different versions of drafts.

The opening ceremony ended before lunch, there was no announcement in the afternoon, and in the evening there was an ice-breaking dinner for the crew.

Song Yan was so cold that he focused on getting into the RV, but was stopped by Ding Yiming on the road.

"Teacher Song." Ding Yiming smiled, "I didn't expect you to have fans coming to the opening ceremony?"

Song Yan raised his eyelids, and he could guess what the translation of his words was. He just wanted to remind himself how much less popular he was.

Indeed, for the same speech, Ding Yiming's fans cheered at least ten times more than him.

It is also at the level of crushing in the whole crew.

Relying on the popularity of a drama, the fan stickiness is surprisingly high, not only because Ding Yiming is really good at controlling public opinion and public relations methods, but also because of the persona he set up for himself.

Dedicated, powerful, miserable childhood.

Mei Qiang was misunderstood by him.

Song Yan tilted his head slightly: "You are here to grind your tongue when you have time, why don't you think about how to deal with the version without a later stage."

Ding Yiming's smile froze immediately, but he was still holding on and refused to let go: "What did you say?"

Song Yan smiled, and moved a little closer: "You don't think you can completely escape the real camera by avoiding the red carpet?"

He hit the nail on the head, and said lightly, "Just wait until you see the light."

The crew has booked a nearby hotel for the exclusive use of the crew.

Needless to say, this hotel is also owned by the Xingxiang Group.

Not only the leading actors, but even the extras and staff can live in rooms configured by seven-star hotels, which made the production crew of the Morning Star Project a hot search on the day of the opening.

#Morning Star Project Rich Family Crew#

For the male and female protagonists, there are only two suites on the top floor of the hotel.

Song Yan stepped on the velvet carpet in the room and sighed softly.

"Your makeup team lives downstairs from you." An Yuan followed behind him, murmuring instructions, and walked into the room, choking, "Oh my god."

The suite has a total of [-] square meters, and the decoration is extremely luxurious and bright. Every decoration and utensils are carefully selected.

Song Yan walked in, and slowly saw the bedroom from the living room, and then came to the kitchen and dining room.

Finally there is the washroom and toilet, as well as an exquisite ornate bathroom.

He noticed that even the brand of toiletries was his favorite lemon flavor.

Before coming, the crew sent a questionnaire to each member of the occupancy. The above questions asked each person's living preferences in detail, and it turned out to be used here.

An Yuan couldn't believe it: "It's so careful, I don't know who thought of it."

Song Yan picked up the air fragrance in the corner and sprayed it twice, the smell of lemon mint immediately lingered on the tip of his nose.

"Who is the biggest benefactor is whoever thought of it."

An Yuan said: "You mean Mr. Sheng? No way...he looks so... high above him, would he be so considerate?"

Song Yan was noncommittal.

He is indeed superior, he is indeed very straight, and he is indeed not considerate enough.

But he should have a good memory.

I still remember thinking about him, if one day they can be directors, they must arrange the living environment of the crew according to the preferences of each member.

Now he came back in this capacity, using his wrist and power to realize all the daydreams he once had together.

But in this story, although there are still two of them, they are already very different.

He took a simple shower, made a make-up according to An Yuan's request, and went to the ice-breaking dinner at night.

The icebreaker dinner was peaceful until the announcement of "no later version" was announced.

Originally, Lu Jin simply notified Song Yan of this matter, but only now did he really disclose the specific implementation plan.

While broadcasting the feature film, release the version without post-production at the same time, including no editing, no dubbing, no selection of shots, and simply splicing and broadcasting all the content related to the plot trend.

Since this drama adopts the mode of filming and broadcasting one episode a week, with the release of the version without post-production, it can stimulate discussions to the greatest extent.

This means that the audience can not only see the perfect finished film, but also see the performance of the actors without post-dubbing and soundtrack, similar to watching a stage play.

From a certain point of view, this is a kind of performance art.

This method has not been tried by any crew. In addition to not having much economic benefits, one is to demystify and simplify the shooting process, and the other is to take care of the actors who need post-editing and dubbing.

All members of the production team have passed the proposal, although Song Yan is not sure whether it is mainly due to Sheng Yun's insistence.

Once the plan was announced, the peace of the icebreaker dinner was completely gone.

The ice-breaking dinner was over, and Song Yan came to the door of Sheng Yun's room.

The specific room number was asked by him through An Yuan.

It wasn't until the crowd dispersed, around 10:30, that he stood at the door of the suite directly below him.

With a light knock on the door, the door was quickly opened.

Sheng Yun seemed to have just returned to the room, he only took off his suit jacket, and his tie was not undone, but loosened.

The collar was unbuttoned two buttons, revealing a small piece of strong chest under the collarbone.

Seeing who it was, Sheng Yun slightly raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"

Song Yan clasped his hands behind his back, tightly clutching the cuff button box, and nodded.

Sheng Yun raised his arm and leaned against the door frame: "Let me guess, are you here to agree with the no-post version, or to oppose it?"

Song Yan: "What?"

Sheng Yun put his index finger on his temple: "As of now, except for Ding Yiming, every leading actor said that my decision-making is very wise."

He added: "Ah, except you, because you haven't expressed your opinion yet."

Song Yan said softly: "I have no objection."

He pursed his lips: "I'm here to deliver something."

Sheng Yun's expression rarely fluctuated: "Send something?"

"Yeah." Song Yan took out the small black velvet box and handed it to him stiffly, "It's for you."

Sheng Yun's eyes fell on the small box, as if he couldn't react for a while.

I've been thinking about work all day, and suddenly I'm going back to my personal affairs, which is quite uncomfortable.

Sheng Yun blinked quickly: "Birthday gift?"

Song Yan suddenly froze.

birthday present?

What birthday present? ?

Today is his birthday? ? ?

Song Yan thought quickly in his mind, remembering today's date.

February 2th, well, it really is Sheng Yun's birthday.

He remembered the date, but he didn't remember that it was February 2th, so it didn't occur to him at all.

His brain twitched, and he quickly made up for himself: "Ah, yes, a birthday present... I just remembered what they said, or I forgot..."

After speaking, he felt that he was lying without drafting.

Sheng Yun raised his eyebrows: "My birthday is February 2th."

Song Yan: "..."

Once every four years, if you don't like birthdays, don't lie about it.

It's really over, the draft is not only not typed, even the answer is wrong.

Originally, he just wanted to give him a cufflink, and the price was just a little higher than the canned cat he sent.

In this way, Sheng Yun can not only pay back the canned cat food but also let him accept it quietly. Naturally, Sheng Yun can understand what he means, which is more ingenious and warm than direct transfer.

If today is not February 2th.

Song Yan looked at the box of cufflinks that Sheng Yun was holding in his hand, which might be the only birthday gift he received today, and suddenly he was not sure whether to regard it as a birthday present, or to be frank, to pay back the canned cat food.

Sheng Yun opened the cuff button box before he could think it over:

"I accepted it, it looks pretty good." Sheng Yun looked down at him, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Song Yan: "..."

There is no turning back.

At this time last year, he also gave Sheng Yun a birthday present, which was also the only one Sheng Yun received.

The memory of that time was rolled up, making it impossible for Song Yan to deny it no matter what.

Since the cufflinks were given as a birthday present, he would have to pay back the canned cat food separately.

Although it was only 3000 yuan, it was still a huge sum of money for him now.

What's more, with cufflinks, it doubles.

Thinking of this, he had no choice but to force a smile: "It's nothing, I bought it casually, as long as I like it."

Sheng Yun looked at him, and said casually: "I also have a little birthday wish, please fulfill it, Teacher Song."

Song Yan was a little absent-minded: "What?"

Sheng Yun lowered his head, looked at Song Yan's soft and messy hair, and said lightly:

"My wish is that you don't give me the money for canned cat food."

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he loves him so much