The splendid life of Korean entertainment

Song Ya rolled her eyes in her heart, ignored the talkative Jiang Dongyuan at all, just looked at Zhao Yincheng in front of her and said, "I have watched "Shooting Stars" co-produced by senior and Jeon Do-yeon, and I feel very happy to see you here today." pleasure."

Song Ya was not flattering Zhao Yincheng, but felt that Zhao Yincheng was a rookie with great acting talent from the bottom of her heart.Given time, I think it will become a great weapon in the future.It's a pity that the Korean entertainment industry is changing too fast, and I don't know how good or bad the future of Jo In-seong will be.

Seeing that Song Ya ignored him, Jiang Dongyuan couldn't hold back his face, coughed lightly, as if he wanted to prove something, and hurriedly said: "I called Yincheng over to play, Yameixi can leave a call for Yincheng, If there is a good role in the future, Yincheng can help recommend it, right? Yincheng."

Zhao Yincheng smiled but said nothing, neither nodded nor shook his head, looked at Jiang Dongyuan, then at Song Ya, seemed to have noticed something, but he was not sure, he paused for a moment, he smiled and said: "Don't be kidding, Dong Yuan, Miss Song Yamei is so outstanding, why does she need my help?"

"Excellent?" Jiang Dongyuan looked at Song Ya provocatively.

Song Ya met his gaze and asked back: "Senior Dong Yuan thinks I'm not outstanding?"

Jiang Dongyuan smiled, his eyes were extraordinarily bright in the moonlight.Looking at him, Zhao Yincheng couldn't help sinking somewhere in his heart, turned his head, and "gudong" took a sip of sake.

It seemed that they were afraid that the two would quarrel again, so Zhao Hanshan on the side hurriedly stood up to smooth things over. "Dong Yuan, you drank a little too much." Turning to look at Song Ya again: "Sorry Yami, he really drank too much, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Song Ya smiled like a flower, and said to Zhao Hanshan with a nonchalant expression on her face: "Look at what you said, I'm not angry at all. In the past few months, Senior Dong Yuan has taken care of me so much. It's too late for me to thank him."

"Then how can you thank me?" Jiang Dongyuan's eyes were burning.

Song Ya looked at him and smiled softly: "When senior gets married, I will definitely send a big red envelope."

"Why did it suddenly become a red envelope? Yamixi." Jiang Dongyuan smiled badly, rubbed his chin and said, "I remember you were going to marry me this morning? Right, Han Shan."

Song Ya was not afraid, and said before Zhao Hanshan could speak: "I'm just kidding, senior, I didn't expect you to take it seriously. Could it be that you fell in love with me?"

"Heh!" Zhao Yincheng, who had been standing beside him "watching the battle", couldn't help laughing.

Song Ya looked at Zhao Yincheng and said with a smile: "It's a pleasure to meet you, Senior Yincheng. I hope we will have the opportunity to cooperate again in the future."

Zhao Yincheng nodded lightly: "There will be a chance."

After Song Ya left, Jiang Dongyuan gritted his teeth and said to Zhao Yincheng: "If it's my buddy, don't cooperate with him."

Zhao Hanshan looked at him and said very dissatisfied: "Dongyuan, do you still look like a man? Yamei is a girl, it's too stingy for you to be so fussy."

Jiang Dongyuan didn't speak, squatted on the ground, raised his head and took a sip of wine, his expression was still very unhappy.Looking at him, Zhao Yincheng suddenly felt a gleam of clarity in his heart.He squatted down, put his mouth next to Dong Yuan's ear, and said softly: "Dong Yuan, it seems that you lost this time."

"I didn't lose!" Jiang Dongyuan said angrily, as if he had lost ground in front of his friends. "I'm just not interested in her. Believe it or not, as long as I use a little skill, I can finish this little girl in minutes."

In fact, Jiang Dongyuan is not a playboy in the standard sense, he just likes the feeling of being surrounded and pampered by women.In the past when filming, all the women, no matter how famous they were, would treat him like a treasure, but Song Ya was the only one who was turned away.Jiang Dongyuan was dissatisfied, very dissatisfied, and felt that Song Ya had eyes but could not see Mount Tai.

"She has never seen anything in the world." Jiang Dongyuan said angrily, "She is young and has poor taste. She can't appreciate people at my level."

Zhao Hanshan rolled his eyes, he was too lazy to talk anymore.

And Zhao Yincheng smiled lightly, looked at Song Ya who was sitting in the yard helping the staff roll the barbecue not far away, and said: "Dong Yuan, change someone. This person, you have nothing to do."

Jiang Dongyuan raised his head, did he drink too much?The moonlight was still too gentle, and in a trance, he saw a light that he had never seen before in Zhao Yincheng's eyes.

****

In the yard, Song Ya was absent-minded.Still worried about Jin Xiche, what happened to that guy?

After thanking the many staff who have been with her day and night for the past three months and caring for her, Song Ya sneaked out again with her mobile phone.

Under the street lamp, Song Ya squatted on the ground, and dialed the phone carefully, but what sounded inside was the notification sound of shutting down the phone.

Song Ya sighed depressingly, scratched her hair, and called Han Geng again, this time the phone was not turned off, but she called three times, but no one answered.

I looked at my watch, it was past nine o'clock in the evening, are you still training?Thinking of Han Geng who worked so hard but didn't know when he would be able to make it to the top, Song Ya immediately stopped feeling sad for her unsatisfactory life.

Compared with Han Geng-jun, I am already very happy.People should be content.

Song Ya thought about it, and among those who are still trainees, it seems that only Jin Qifan has a better relationship with Jin Xicheol.

Thank goodness he got through.

"Hello, sister Yamei?" Jin Qifan was surprised and happy when he suddenly received a call from Song Ya.

Song Ya asked: "Are you still training in the company?"

"Just came out of the company." Jin Qifan said.Through the phone, Song Ya vaguely heard the bustling sound of traffic on the street.

Song Ya felt distressed in her heart. "Qifan, you must pay attention to safety when you come home so late."

"Don't worry! Sister Yami, there are a lot of people here, so nothing will happen." Jin Qifan stood by the road, feeling that the night in Seoul today is unspeakably beautiful. "Miss Yami, are you coming back soon?"

"I'll go back tomorrow." Song Ya said with a smile.

"Great!" Jin Qifan didn't know what he was happy about.Even if Song Ya returns to Seoul, she will not come to the company often because of her busy work schedule.But, he was just happy.It seems to be in the same city, breathing the same air, even if you are not around, you are still very close, which makes you feel at ease and at ease.

The two chatted for a while before Song Ya asked, "Qifan, did you see Xi Che today?"

"Brother Xiche?" Jin Qifan thought for a while, "I saw it at noon."

"What is he doing?"

"Dancing, training, that's all."

"How's his mood?" Song Ya asked cautiously.

After a while, Jin Qifan replied, "Very good! I also invited Dong Hai and I to eat seafood dumplings at noon."

"Really?"

"of course it's true!"

Although she felt that Jin Qifan's tone was a little exaggerated, Song Ya was relieved thinking that the child would not be able to lie to her. It seemed that the old guy Jin Xiche was suffering from a mental illness.Seeing that it was not too early, and afraid that someone would bump into Jin Qifan while chatting with her, Song Ya said, "Qifan, my sister bought you a lot of small gifts in Busan. You send it over."

"Thank you sister!" Jin Qifan smiled "hehe".It wasn't until Song Ya hung up the phone that a trace of fatigue appeared on his delicate face.Turning around, crossing the road and walking into the alley, at a street corner, he pushed open the glass door of a smoky tavern.In a corner, Jin Qifan found Jin Xiche who was already drunk.

Jin Xiche was lying on the table, her chestnut curly hair fluttered softly on her cheeks like water plants, her eyelashes trembled slightly, she occasionally opened her mouth, as if she was about to say something, and then closed it gently again.

If it wasn't for the empty wine bottles lying all over the table, you'd think he was just asleep.Next to him, Qiang Ren looked at him and was about to cry: "Brother, don't do this, cry if you want to cry, we will be with you! Just don't, don't drink so much alcohol anymore, your body can't stand it ah!"

Looking up, seeing Jin Qifan who was also sad, Qiangren wiped the corner of his eyes and asked, "Who called just now? The manager?"

"No." Jin Qifan said, walked over and sat beside Qiangren, "it's Miss Yamei."

Hearing the words "Sister Yami", Jin Xicheel who was in a coma slowly opened his eyes, looked at Kim Kibeom and Qiangren blankly, opened his mouth, smiled foolishly, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Jin Qifan looked at him distressedly, and raised his hand to stroke aside the few strands of hair floating on his eyelashes.Qiang Ren sniffled, and asked, "What is Miss Yamei looking for from you?"

"Brother Xi Che."

"Miss Yamei knows?" Qiang Ren straightened her body and asked worriedly

"The obedient voice probably doesn't know." After a pause, "I didn't tell her the truth."

Qiangren nodded, patted Jin Qifan on the shoulder and said, "You're right, Qifan, sister Yamei is quite busy, so don't let her worry about it."

****

After hanging up the phone, Song Ya didn't feel relaxed.The tavern was still singing and dancing, and Song Ya suddenly didn't want to go back.One stood under a street lamp, occasionally raised his head to look at the moon in the sky, and raised his head to take a sip of sake.

A person walked towards her slowly: "Ya Meixi is sitting here drinking alone, don't you feel lonely?"

Song Ya turned her head, Zhao Yincheng's handsome eyebrows were reflected in the moonlight.She smiled: "Senior is here, I won't be alone anymore."

Zhao Yincheng walked over with a smile, raised his hand and lightly touched the wine bottle with Song Ya. "How many bottles have you had?" He asked.

Song Ya tilted her head and thought about it, she didn't feel dizzy just now, and she didn't know why after Zhao Yincheng stood beside her, her head began to feel dizzy.

"Three bottles." Song Ya stretched out two fingers.

Zhao Yincheng pursed his lips and chuckled, but he didn't point it out. In fact, he knew in his heart that she had already drunk the fifth bottle. "Drink less," he said.

She looked at him and smiled, with drunkenness in her eyes, "Thank you for your concern, senior. After finishing this bottle, I won't drink it."

"If you can't drink it, leave it to me." Zhao Yincheng said softly, his eyes gradually became hazy, and he seemed a little drunk.

Song Ya shook her head and emphasized: "Senior, do you look down on me? I can drink very well, you see—" Shaking the wine bottle in her hand, "I can drink so much wine in one gulp."

"Slow..." By the time Zhao Yincheng reacted, Song Ya had already raised her neck, and began to drink alcohol "gudong gudong".

The speed was really fierce, and she choked in her trachea, "vomit!" Song Ya supported the wall and began to cough violently.My lungs are about to cough up.

"Just cough up the wine that's choking on your trachea." Zhao Yincheng patted Song Ya's back lightly. "Don't worry, take your time."

Zhao Yincheng's soft and slow tone reminded Song Ya of traveling to Hangzhou, China one year, sitting by the West Lake, listening to the moist sound of spring rain hitting the eaves.

Falling in the bottom of my heart, there is a kind of quiet softness.

She coughed and laughed, and turned to look at him with drunken eyes: "Senior, cough cough, voice, cough cough, really nice."

Zhao Yincheng couldn't laugh or cry, no matter what time it was, this little girl still had the heart to praise him for his nice voice.He patted her on the head lightly, and educated: "Stop talking, be careful not to choke the wine into your lungs."

Song Ya smiled and nodded.At this time, her mobile phone rang, and she glanced dizzily, it was a completely unfamiliar number.Don't know, just hang up.

After a while, it rang again, it was the same number, Zhao Yincheng thought it was because he was nearby, so Song Ya was embarrassed to answer it.He waved his hand, indicating that he still had something to do, then turned and left.

"What a gentlemanly man." Song Ya watched his back gradually melting into the night and sighed, then picked up the phone in her hand. "Hey, who is it? Talk, who is it?"

Song Ya's tone was a little rude because of the alcohol coming up.The other party was silent for a moment, and seemed to feel that Song Ya was not normal. "Hello, is this Miss Song Yamei?"

It was a man's voice, low, slow, and piercing, as if someone was playing a cello.Song Ya felt that the voice was a bit familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere, but she couldn't remember it no matter what.

Seeing that Song Ya remained silent, the other party asked again: "Is this Miss Song Yamei?"

Song Ya coughed lightly: "Yes, may I ask who you are?"

"I'm Jin Jide, Miss Song Yamei, do you remember me?"

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