The Eye of the Storm

Liang Sizhe was lying on the side of the washbasin, splashing cold water on his face, he felt like he was a little drunk, his head was dizzy, and he wanted to try his best to wake up.

The producer kept chattering in his ear: "I beg you, ancestor, you go and apologize to Mr. Yu, drink two glasses with him, and sip your grievances with a glass of wine, don't you? Anyway, you are a junior. He is a 40-year-old big boss, and he can't keep his face off."

Liang Sizhe remained silent, continued to take a handful of water, and splashed it on his face.

The producer hurriedly said: "Just tell me, Sizhe, don't be silent. It's not easy for us to shoot this film. We have overcome so many difficulties. The last one is just short of it. Let's just bow our heads and accept it." It's a mistake, isn't it?"

"The hard work of hundreds of people in the crew can't be in vain just because you just dropped this cup."

"What good do you think this stalemate will do us? Mr. Yu has a high position in the film and television industry. If he goes back tonight in a bad mood and speaks out in his social circle, our film will be over. No one dares to vote. By then it will be too late, millions of dollars have already been spent, what do you think will happen once it is over?"

"It's just a bottle of wine. You can drink it as soon as you close your eyes. You don't even need to talk. Let me tell you for you, okay ancestor?"

Liang Sizhe turned off the faucet, supported the sink and slowly stood up, raised his hand to wipe the water on his face.

The producer wanted to say something else, but seeing his uneasy expression, he quickly fell silent.

"Just a bottle of wine?" Liang Sizhe raised his eyes and glanced at the person behind him in the mirror, "Brother Hua, do you know why I just dropped the glass?"

"I," the producer froze for a second, then quickly answered, "I know, it's really his fault, but if you think about it, he might not have done it on purpose, he might just want to hold your hand Let you drink that glass of wine and have no other ideas."

Liang Sizhe laughed, and let out a short hum from his nasal cavity, which sounded a bit mocking.

The producer may also feel that this statement is a bit clumsy, and he can't hold back his face, so he added a sentence to himself: "Sizhe, you still see too little, you will know after a few more years of experience, how normal this is. It's a good thing that someone likes you. Don't be ignorant, and don't think that you can sit back and relax if the audience supports you. How much money does the audience have?" The more he talked, the more he spoke, almost showing his heart out, " How many movie tickets can they pay for you? Whoever has money in this circle is a father. You listen to me. Do you know what Mr. Yu told me before coming here? He said that as long as you are happy to serve him, this He will vote for as much as the film costs, and this is not over, as long as it is a film you act in, he will vote for it without blinking..."

Liang Sizhe's hostility was aroused by him, and he frowned. He turned around and was about to raise his hand to pull the producer's collar, but he saw Cao Ye standing at the door at some point.When he was in a daze, Cao Ye had already walked in and kicked the producer hard on the waist.

The producer was having a good time talking, when suddenly there was an "ouch", he staggered two steps back, clutching his lower back and turning around, he said angrily, "Who are you?"

"Who are you?" Cao Ye stared at him, took two steps forward and approached him, raised his hand to grab the producer's collar, "Director?"

The young man in front of him frowned, with an imposing manner, half a head taller than himself. Seeing that the visitor was not friendly, the producer bluffed and said, "You, don't act recklessly. This hotel has security guards and surveillance. You who beat people violated the law." do you know?"

"Let the actors go to toast to attract investment, and you are also worthy of being a director?" Cao Ye squeezed his collar and pushed him against the wall, and slammed his back hard against the wall.

The producer boasted that he had seen the world and tried his best to remain calm: "If you have something to say, don't do it first. Are you Liang Sizhe's friend or fan?"

Cao Ye grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the wall: "You don't care who I am."

"Okay, I don't ask this. If you help him, it means it's for his own good. Let me ask you, do you know that we have no money to make this movie halfway through the filming? If we can't make it, we can only change the script. Changing the set, the hard work of filming for several months before, only the last step, what can you do if you don't want to raise investment?"

Cao Ye looked at him coldly: "Then you go to drink with yourself."

"Me?" The producer pointed at himself and said with a wry smile, "I want to spare my old face to accompany the wine, but the big boss sees me disgusting."

"Which big boss?" Cao Ye grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out of the bathroom, "Take me to meet you."

"Don't make any trouble, Sizhe," the producer stepped back, fearing that tonight's dinner would really be messed up by him, his throat was strangled by the collar, coughed twice, and turned to Liang Sizhe for help, "Sizhe, stop him quickly."

Cao Ye didn't listen, and dragged him out involuntarily. Seeing that he had been retreating and couldn't drag him, he turned around and bent his knees and pushed him on his stomach: "Hurry up, don't dawdle."

Those who wanted to go into the bathroom froze outside the door and did not dare to come in, and two or three people passing by the door also stopped to watch.

Liang Sizhe didn't move, he leaned on the sink to watch Cao Ye stand up for him, his eyes were always on Cao Ye's face.

People want to indulge when they are drunk, and now he wants to indulge himself and stare at Cao Ye for a while.He hadn't seen the young master's angry appearance before, it was quite interesting and menacing, not the same as the fierce one after drunk.And it's quite vigorous, holding the producer's collar like a chicken.

But things can't be too big. There are more than a dozen people in the private room, all of whom are middle-aged men in the prime of life. He can't make any effort when he's drunk. Cao Ye might suffer if he really fights.

Liang Sizhe straightened up, holding Cao Ye's arm to stop him: "Forget it, don't go."

Cao Ye looked back at him, Liang Sizhe looked drunk, tilted his head slightly to look at him, his eyes seemed to be full of wine, and he looked affectionate.He looked away and pushed the producer's chest: "Then you apologize to him."

Seeing Liang Sizhe coming to stop him, the producer thought that he was also afraid of causing trouble, and with more people watching, he suddenly came up with confidence: "Why do I apologize, I am the producer and he is an actor, who is more noble than the other?" What's the matter with asking him to accompany you for a drink? Just hit him," he turned his face to Cao Ye, "hit me in the face, if this matter gets out, he won't be able to get ahead in the future, and he will have to sleep with him." Willingly go—”

With a punch of "bang", Cao Ye hit him firmly in the face.

"Keep fighting," the producer brought the other side of his face closer, "If you don't want Liang Sizhe to act in this film, you don't have to worry about it getting out, so just keep fighting."

Liang Sizhe saw someone pull out his mobile phone and start recording. He took a step forward to block Cao Ye, grabbed Cao Ye's shoulder and pulled him back, and said in a low voice, "Forget it, Cao Ye, don't hit me."

"What kind of broken movie is this? You begged him to act and he wouldn't act." Cao Ye was dragged by him, so he had no choice but to step forward and punch the man, so he could only stare at him and say harshly, "Listen up! , I don’t care if you’re a producer or what, he’s not going to act in this shitty movie, so invite whomever you like.”

As he spoke, he held Liang Sizhe's arm, turned around and pulled him out the door.

The producer was a little anxious: "Liang Sizhe, don't mess around with me!"

Liang Sizhe didn't listen, and let Cao Ye pull him forward.

When he went out, he stopped in his tracks, raised his hand and pulled the phone of the person who made the video out of his hand. The person knew he was wrong and didn't dare to say anything. Liang Sizhe lowered his head and deleted the video with one hand. Cao Ye waited for him with a cold face. , released his wrist after a few seconds.

Liang Sizhe returned the phone to the man and said "Thank you".This time it was him who held Cao Ye's wrist and walked out.

Liang Sizhe lowered his hand slightly, almost holding Cao Ye's hand and walking towards the hotel lobby.

When the people in the hotel lobby heard the movement in the corridor just now, they secretly squinted at them, but they were well-trained and did not dare to look too blatantly.

When he reached the door, Cao Ye stretched out his hand to push the door, Liang Sizhe suddenly let go of the hand that was holding his wrist, walked around the back of his neck, and helped him pull up the hood of the sweater.

Cao Ye turned his face to look at him, Liang Sizhe helped him pull down the hood, looked at him, and said in a low voice that only the two of them could hear clearly, "Don't be photographed for a while."

Then he opened the door and pulled Cao Ye out. He didn't have any cover on his face. When he came, he was wearing a baseball cap, but he threw it in the private room where he had just eaten.

The two tall and straight teenagers walked side by side, quickly attracting the attention of passers-by.

Many passers-by looked back at them, and Liang Sizhe was quickly recognized, and someone shouted excitedly: "Liang Sizhe!"

In an instant, when the people around heard these three words, they all looked at them.They took out their mobile phones and pointed at the two teenagers.

It was only then that Cao Ye realized that he shouldn't have come out just now—what did he come out for?Where are you going?Obviously, they should go back to the private room first and let Lin Yan drive them off.

It's just that when Liang Sizhe and Liang Sizhe walked out of the hall, he thought he had returned to Lanyan from the distance of tens of meters. They walked through the long hall to the door, and then opened the door and went out for a walk.The feeling was so familiar that Liang Sizhe held his wrist and he forgot to pull it away. Only then did he feel Liang Sizhe's warm palm clinging to his wrist.

Liang Sizhe let go of his hand, and put his arms around his shoulders. The world before Cao Ye's eyes was suddenly divided by his knuckle fingers. Liang Sizhe opened his palms to cover his face, preventing him from being photographed.

That hand was lightly covering his face, and Cao Ye could smell the faint smell of red wine on that finger, as well as the inconspicuous smell of tobacco mixed in it. Liang Sizhe probably just smoked a cigarette not long ago. .

Obviously not addicted to cigarettes, Cao Ye suddenly had a strong desire to smoke.

The people around gathered more and more, the dazzling flash lights turned on, and many people held up their mobile phones to take pictures of them. Some people approached them and asked for their autographs. .

Cao Ye couldn't see the road ahead, but he could hear the words "Liang Sizhe" frequently mentioned by those people.

Someone shouted after them:

"How can you fall in love with my goddess Hu Yusi?"

Immediately after, the others followed suit and started shouting:

"Liang Sizhe, come on, don't pay attention to those who scold you."

"Is it true or not that you can't play the violin in a car accident?"

"When will you return the Academy Award winner to Wei Zhong?"

Cao Ye wanted to look back at the last person who called out, but Liang Sizhe seemed to have sensed his movement, and whispered "don't move" and then "go forward."

Cao Ye really didn't turn his head.He wondered if it wasn't Liang Sizhe who stopped him, he really wanted to find out the last person and beat him up.He seemed extra impulsive tonight, never before had such a strong desire to fight.

After walking for a certain distance, Liang Sizhe hailed a taxi on the side of the road and got in with Cao Ye.

The light in the car was very dim, and the driver probably didn't pay much attention to people and things in the entertainment industry. Seeing someone behind him taking pictures of them, he glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, "Are you a celebrity?"

Neither of them responded, and the driver tactfully didn't ask any further questions: "Where are you going?"

"Let's go to Yinsi, okay?" Liang Sizhe leaned on the back of the seat, turned his face to Cao Ye, and said slowly, "I drank, and I want to find a place where there are not many people, where I can get some fresh air and sober up .”

He was slowly rubbing the fingertips of the other hand with one hand, and when he had just covered Cao Ye's face, he could feel the eyelashes brushing against his fingertips when Cao Ye blinked, and the little finger resting on his lips. Warm touch.

Cao Ye's face was hidden in the dim light, and he turned slightly to look out the car window: "It's up to you."

"Let's go to Anyuan Bridge first," Liang Sizhe smiled, turned his head and said to the driver, "I'll show you the way when we get there."

"Okay." The driver replied.

The two of them didn't speak during the journey.

This silent atmosphere seems to be the first time. When they took a taxi together two years ago, they always seemed to have endless conversations.

The taxi stopped near Yinsi, the night market stalls were bustling, no one discussed with anyone, they all went to the front street at the same time.

Most of the shops facing the street were closed, and the whole street was deserted. After walking for a while, they sat down on a wooden bench by the alley.

Cao Ye had calmed down now, he realized that he seemed to have messed up something, messing up Liang Sizhe's half-finished film.

Now how to do?He was impulsive, and when he went up to beat up the producer, he didn't think about the consequences at all. Even the last sentence "You begged him to act and he won't act" was just a flash of tongue, and he didn't even think about what to do next .What about the liquidated damages if I really don't act?He didn't have that much money, did Liang Sizhe lose it all?Can Liang Sizhe afford it?Even if he could afford to pay, Liang Sizhe couldn't let Liang Sizhe clean up the mess he caused.

Annoyed, he took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out one and bit it in his mouth, lowered his head and lit it with a lighter, then handed the cigarette case to Liang Sizhe's eyes: "Do you want to smoke?"

Liang Sizhe didn't speak, just took the cigarette case out of his hand, then looked down and turned the cigarette case.

Cao Ye took a puff of the cigarette and thought about what to do next. When he was about to take a second puff, Liang Sizhe stretched out his hand and took away the cigarette he was holding between his fingers.

He held the cigarette in his hand, and he looked at the golden sparks on the cigarette butt, watching it burn slowly, and a wisp of bluish-white smoke drifted out.

Both the cigarettes and the cigarette case were in his hand, Cao Ye turned his face to look at him.

"When did you learn to smoke?" Liang Sizhe looked at him and asked.

"Forgot," Cao Ye lowered his head, inserted his fingers into his hair and scratched twice, "A year ago, probably."

Liang Sizhe held the cigarette to his lips, took a puff, and squinted his eyes when he exhaled the smoke: "You only smoke when you are young."

Cao Ye snorted lightly, "It's as if you're very old."

"Are you two years older than you?" Liang Sizhe took another puff of cigarette, "I confiscated this cigarette."

Cao Ye didn't make a sound at first, but couldn't hold back after a while, and turned around to look at him with some disbelief: "I'm eighteen."

"Oh, yes," Liang Sizhe smiled, "You are eighteen, isn't it your birthday?"

Cao Ye let out a "hmm".

Liang Sizhe paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he spoke slowly and said, "I said before that I will give you a bottle of wine on your birthday. I actually prepared that wine. If I had known that today would be When I meet you, I should take it with me." When he spoke, he leaned forward, propped his elbows on his thighs, and turned his head to look at Cao Ye.

Liang Sizhe's eyes were very bright, and his eyes gave people a deep feeling for no reason. Cao Ye was uncomfortable being watched by him: "Why are you always looking at me..."

"It's okay, I'm happy." Liang Sizhe smiled again. After being drunk, he was a little talkative, but he seemed unable to restrain himself. He looked at Cao Ye and said, "Cao Ye, why am I so happy to see you?"