Soft fragrance in my arms [entertainment circle]

Thinking of the agreement with Qin Yueming, Ye Sixu felt a sense of urgency every day.

And what Qin Yueming said is also right, you have to show your best state to deal with the things you like, so that you can have a clear conscience.

Ye Sixu's time in the rehearsal hall gradually increased. With the intensive rehearsal process, for half a month, he was the last person to leave the rehearsal hall every day.

Even the director Li Fang said, Xiaoye, don't work so hard, you should know how to relax, you know?

Ye Sixu was stubborn silently: I know, but I don't want to relax.

Even when he was sleeping, he dreamed that he was standing in the center of the stage, and there was only Qin Yueming in the audience.

Sometimes, he was nervous and couldn't find his own voice; but sometimes, he boldly seemed to be a different person.

What remains unchanged is the sharp eyes on Qin Yueming's serious face.

It seems that no matter what Ye Sixu does, it is difficult to win Qin Yueming's approval.

When dreaming back at midnight, Ye Sixu thought sadly, when can I meet Qin Yueming's request?

On the other side, Qin Yueming is also very busy.

The new movie "The Last Days of a Small Town" is in the final stage of promotion.

He has been running promotions in various cities across the country for half a month. As a director, Qin Yueming has already done the part that he can control, and the hair promotion work is basically in the coordination stage.

The most important national film premiere of "The Last Day in a Small Town" was held at a well-known university in Shanghai.

This is one of the iconic marks of director Qin Yueming's films, and the premiere ceremony is generally only held in colleges and universities.

Five movies in ten years, each one is like this.

At this moment, screenwriters Wang Ze and Qin Yueming were standing alone in the smoking area at the back of the premiere stage.

Wang Ze has collaborated with Qin Yueming three times. He is not only a well-known domestic novelist, but also a well-known screenwriter. He is seven or eight years older than Qin Yueming.

Wang Ze is not tall, thin, and hunchbacked. Standing in front of Qin Yueming, he even feels shy and stooped, but his writing is extremely exquisite.

Qin Yueming often said that he had a gully in his heart, but Wang Ze usually compared himself to Beckett in the drama world.

At this moment, the two of them were the only ones in the smoking room. Wang Ze saw that Qin Yueming was holding a cigarette between his fingertips, and the white smoke was curling up, but he was looking at his mobile phone all the time, absent-minded.

"What are you doing, old Qin? You've been out of your mind recently! If it was on someone else, I would suspect that it was a relationship, but you..." Wang Ze breathed out his nostrils and snorted softly, "It's about the same, but it's just tricky."

Qin Yueming was actually waiting for Ye Sixu's call.

Ye Sixu's rehearsal today was very important, when he asked the driver to pick him up, he couldn't leave.

Qin Yueming was afraid that the boy would turn around and say that the rehearsal was important, so he wouldn't come to his premiere.

But fortunately, around four o'clock, the driver called him and said that he was driving Ye Sixu to Shanghai, but there was a traffic jam at this time, so he might not be able to arrive at the premiere at 07:30.

But along the way, Qin Yueming didn't wait for Ye Sixu's contact, and didn't know whether he forgot or avoided it on purpose.

They didn't meet each other during this period, and Qin Yueming only learned about Ye Sixu's progress through Director Fang of the theater and Mr. Cheng.

He missed this child a little bit, but Ye Sixu didn't seem to care about him at all.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Qin Yueming narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked this old friend casually: "What do you mean almost? I can't fall in love?"

Wang Ze raised his voice with a "Yo", and a playful light flashed in his eyes: "It's going to rain, your mother is going to get married, and your old Qin is going to fall in love. It's true that you can't stop it, but it's also a rare thing when it rains in the east and the sun in the west. ,Right?"

"I let you say everything, what did I say?" Qin Yueming snorted, shook his head, slowly exhaled a puff of white smoke, and glanced at the watch on his left wrist.

Seeing his virtue, Wang Ze said, "Let me tell you, Lao Qin, Lao Bei has a very good saying, which is very appropriate, and there is room for you to touch it."

Old Bay refers to Samuel Beckett.

Qin Yueming looked at the creases on his face, took a cigarette, lit it, and the smoke cloud drew a few traces in the void: "Listen carefully."

"Habit, it's the scariest silencer." After Wang Ze finished speaking, he nodded and smacked himself, "Really, don't believe it. It's been a long time since you insisted on returning home before ten o'clock every day. Home, do you think you are used to it? Let me tell you, really, this is a habit that especially affects your creative thinking and hinders your free creation. Think about it, a man who goes home on time every day, how fucking Boring. You still wear the same color every day, an army green T-shirt and a pair of black pants in summer, and a big black down jacket in winter. When you buy seventeen or eight pieces, you will have two words written on your face, boring, absolutely nothing No creativity."

With a faint smile on Qin Yueming's face, he patiently listened to his beeping and nonsense. He finished smoking a cigarette, put it out in the ashtray, and pointed at Wang Ze forcefully with his knuckle fingers: "You are just making use of the topic. You have always been prejudiced against my clothes. Besides, who said that men who go home on time and go to bed on time are boring? Your statement is consistent with some artists. Does it mean that you have to change two lovers in three days to inspire Your creative desire, Writer Wang?"

"Hey, hey, hey..." Wang Ze started laughing wildly with a cigarette in his mouth, a shameless old hooligan.

Qin Yueming shook his head: "I have time to contact my sister-in-law to see if she has any thoughts about your high opinion."

"Oh my god! Lao Qin, don't take it seriously!" Wang Ze became excited and poked his fingertips at him, "Let your sister-in-law know, I'll walk around. I really don't lie to you, damn it, she did it last time Almost beat me up."

Qin Yueming was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, and glanced at his watch impatiently, it was seven fifteen.

At this time, a black shadow entered from outside the glass door of the smoking room.

The man nodded and bowed to the two industry leaders in the room, with a stylized smile on his face: "Director Qin, editor Wang, 10 minutes, ready to go on stage."

Qin Yueming coughed and looked at the young man with thick eyebrows: "Call Lao Cai and Liu Xueshu over."

Lao Cai is Cai Si'an, responsible for the arrangement of today's premiere ceremony and the docking work with various executives.

Liu Xueshu is Qin Yueming's personal assistant, responsible for all trivial matters of Qin Yueming.

"Okay, okay!" The young man withdrew immediately after hearing this. The rumored black-faced Director Qin was indeed a little dark-faced, especially those eyes, which nailed him to the wall like nails.

Cai Si'an opened the door first and came in, Qin Yueming said bluntly: "Tell the host, I'll be the last one, I have something to do at the moment."

"Ah? Didn't we agree to go on stage together with the male and female leading actors? The process has already been decided." Cai Si'an has a round face, a native of Hong Kong, and his Mandarin often switches between too standard and too non-standard. Whenever he is anxious, he speaks Hong Kong, "If the last one comes up, there will be only a few minutes left for the media and the audience. The media will definitely have opinions later."

Wang Ze smiled secretly: "Old Cai, I advise you to coordinate as soon as possible. Our director Qin is very abnormal tonight. As the saying goes, there must be monsters when things go wrong. Have you heard this saying? Does your Hong Kong city have this saying? "

"..."

Cai Si'an wiped away the hot sweat from his temples. He is the busiest today, uploading and delivering, coordinating left and right.He said: "Director Qin, who is going to answer some of the core questions of the movie right now? Can editor Wang answer it? Or let the host put all the pressure on you at the end? What about your time? At least 15 minutes!"

At this moment, Qin Yueming's mobile phone vibrated, and he nodded to Cai Si'an quite solemnly: "Just do as you said, I'll go pick up a friend."

"Just do what I say?!" Cai Si'an almost jumped, seeing that the great director stood up while answering the phone, and said he was about to leave. He hurriedly pointed to his watch and said, "15 minutes! Seven forty-five I must see you!"

Qin Yueming said loudly to the anxious Lao Cai: "Okay, I will definitely be there. I won't be a director until I arrive."

Cai Si'an: "..."

Before Lao Cai could speak, Qin Yueming answered the phone.

Ye Sixu's timid voice came from the phone: "Hi, I'm here, but... where are you? Or how do I get in?"

"Where are you? I'll come to you, wait for me for a few minutes." Qin Yueming took big steps and rushed out the door.He originally planned to pick it up in person, and he didn't worry about letting others do it.

As soon as he put down his phone, he saw his assistant Liu Xueshu coming along the corridor.

"Director Qin, what do you say? Is your friend here?" Liu Xueshu had heard from Qin Yueming before, and arranged another seat in the auditorium.

Qin Yueming said: "Yes, I'll pick it up. Is there any more dessert or bread that was delivered in the afternoon?"

Liu Xueshu nodded. One of the jobs of an assistant is to listen to the wind and argue: "Then I will prepare a meal and mineral water, and put it in the lounge of the backstage dressing room? You can take people there in a while. The stage It's crowded, and it's not convenient to sit and eat in other places."

He has been with Qin Yueming for some years, so he can feel at ease when doing things, but Qin Yueming was in a hurry to go out again, and said: "Okay, then you go and prepare." After finishing speaking, he walked away like the wind.

In the smoking room behind him, Cai Si'an, who was standing there, was patted on the shoulder by screenwriter Wang Ze: "Old Cai, please forgive me, some people have never seen a rainbow in their entire lives."

"..." Cai Si'an said angrily, "What! I don't understand what you say, Wang Bian, a cultural person!"

Wang Ze laughed loudly, walked out with his hands behind his back, and raised his voice: "Have you heard a line? You are like a rainbow, and you will know it when you meet it! Hahaha..."

Cai Si'an let out a heavy "hey" from behind: "I don't do movies! You guys!" After babbling, he hurriedly took the walkie-talkie and started to coordinate.

Ye Sixu sat obediently in the car, holding the phone in his hand.He thought, why don't I go there by myself?What do you want him to pick up?Don't you find it troublesome?Or is he afraid of getting lost?

After glancing at the driver, Ye Sixu didn't say anything.

Forget it, just listen to Qin Yueming's arrangement, otherwise I will add to the chaos.

He glanced out the car window, and saw a tall man coming from the Dabu Pagoda not far away under the night sky.

Ye Sixu hurriedly opened the car door and went down.

Qin Yueming was wearing a black shirt and a black jacket. Underneath were still black canvas overalls, and on his feet were a pair of British-style martin boots that reached to the calf.

It's cool and cold, and every step of the walking clothes hanger is like a wind.

Ye Sixu smiled foolishly at Qin Yue from standing outside the car: "It seems like I'm late, doesn't it? Did it delay you?"

I haven't seen him for a while, and when I saw it at first, I was embarrassed and wanted to take a second look.

"No." Qin Yueming said bluntly, put a peaked cap in his hand on his head, and handed over the mask, "Put it on."

"Oh." Ye Sixu put on the mask obediently, raised her head and asked, "Will I..."

Qin Yueming lowered his eyes, looked faintly at his eyes in the night, and said firmly: "No."

"But I haven't said anything yet." Ye Sixu put his hand in the pocket of the sweater, and ran his fingers across the fabric, his voice couldn't be lower.

He felt weird, he didn't see each other for a while, and he didn't contact him, but when he saw it today, he seemed to be friends.

It seems closer than friends again.

Ye Sixu couldn't figure out this relationship, nor could he figure out Qin Yueming's attitude.

Qin Yueming raised his hand and rubbed the hat on top of his head, and led him forward together: "Just go in like this, I've arranged a place, for a while, don't take it off, and don't talk to anyone."

"Is that so?" Ye Sixu thought the same, it wouldn't be great if someone caught him, maybe he might be mistaken for his own brother?

I had some unexplainable feelings in my heart, but I didn't feel particularly disgusted.

Looking up at his tall and unrestrained back, Ye Sixu thought to himself, as long as he is with him anyway.