Yu Jing paused while picking up the documents and squinted at the agent. Although he often shouted that he wanted to resign and resented Pei Yi for dumping all his work on him, he was covered in fat and had not lost any weight.
The young director's eyes were sharp: "What are you feeling guilty about? What do you mean by coming over suddenly? Normally you wouldn't say that, you would just tell me which floor Pei Yi is on!"
Meng Ge secretly complained in his heart, the drunk young director was not easy to fool, it was too bad.
"Where is Pei Yi?"
"Out." Mengge's eyes wandered.
Yu Jing sneered, raised his head and shouted, "Xiao Qi, where is Pei Yi?"
The building's artificial intelligence immediately responded: "Mr. Yu, the master is on the top floor."
Yu Jing turned around and was about to run away. After two steps, she realized what was happening. She grabbed Mengge and asked him to go up with him to prevent him from using his brain to tell the news.
Pushing open the door to the top floor, the young director was stunned.
The transparent protective shield blocked all the cold wind, and an antique and exquisite Jiangnan courtyard appeared in front of him. Pei Yi stood in the back garden, carefully adjusting the direction of the rockery. Several butterflies landed on the flowers, their wings trembling slightly.
It was as if I had strayed into a small ancient world.
"Lao Pei..." Yu Jingna shouted.
Pei Yi sighed with a helpless expression: "Can you pretend you don't know?"
"It's too late, I've already seen it!"
Yu Jing subconsciously let go of Meng Ge's clothes. The manager didn't dare to look at Pei Yi and crawled away.
Running over in a bounding motion, he plunged into Pei Yi's arms, and a faint smell of alcohol hit his face.
Pei Yi frowned: "Have you been drinking?"
Yu Jing stretched out her fingers and gestured: "A little bit."
Returning to the familiar embrace, the hot body temperature infected the brain, and the drunkenness returned.
The young director lay in the arms of his lover, with a proud smile on his eyes and brows, and his bright red mouth kept chattering:
"I met a lot of gold medal directors today, and they are so stupid that they still want me to remind them."
"But they grabbed a bunch of barbecue for me, and my stomach almost burst."
"Old man Ji also said that he would rely on me from now on, but I don't want that. Look at him, he is obviously not that old, and his hair has turned white from working hard all day."
"Well...you've been so secretive these days, what did I think you were doing..."
The crisp voice was slightly hoarse due to drinking, and he arched back and forth in Pei Yi's arms, quivering his nose in pursuit of his lover's breath.
Pei Yi hugged him quietly, staring down at the cheerful smiling face, and a few hoarse muffled laughs escaped from his throat.
"I have a gift for you."
He took out a box from nowhere and motioned for Yu Jing to open it.
"So mysterious." Yu Jing muttered, and the movements of his hands were not slow at all, opening the package in three strokes.
A transparent glass ball lies quietly in the box.
There is a tall red maple tree inside the glass ball, with fiery red leaves falling down. Under the tree is a fierce silver snake.
The white snake closed its eyes and rested, but its body was in a protective shape. There was a small black cat lying on top of its head.
The black cat looked up at the maple leaves in the sky. He didn't know what he thought of, but his deep eyes were filled with smiles.
"Do you like it?" Pei Yi asked him in a low voice.
Yu Jing raised her head, her eyes as bright as stars, and nodded vigorously: "I like it."
"The white snake is the scales I shed, and the black cat is the cat hair you combed off. They will be together forever just like us."
Yu Jing carefully put the glass ball aside, stood on tiptoes, and told Pei Yi her mood at the moment with a passionate kiss.
The actor lowered his eyes, covering up the regret in his eyes, carefully hiding the ring in his arms, and held his lover's waist to deepen the kiss.
Night fell unknowingly, and thick black smeared on the sky.
The gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the night sky, and the light was like a miracle. It became the most beautiful scenery in the sky and also illuminated the two people kissing tightly.
A whisper was masked by the sound of fireworks, but Yu Jing smiled.
Because Pei Yi is saying——
I love you.
The little director closed his eyes contentedly, as if he had captured the whole world happily.
Ten years, twenty years...
In the future, we will always be together.
Chapter 155
"Professor, do you want to join the crew?"
Yu Jing, who was sitting opposite Chen Wende, widened her eyes, as if she couldn't believe that the old professor would make such a request.
This old professor has long passed the retirement age and is still addicted to work. He hates others interrupting his research.
When Yu Jing went to the research institute before, he saw his assistant dig him out of the laboratory. The old man cursed, saying that he would starve to death if he didn't eat for two days.
He is a true workaholic.
Now the workaholic asked to be a guest on the set. Yu Jing subconsciously looked at the sky, suspecting that the sun was coming out of the west.
"I want to experience your spiritual power for myself." Chen Wende said with a straight face and a very serious tone.
Got it, it’s just for research.
Yu Jing shrugged: "Okay, the new script has been written, and actors will be recruited soon. Then I will leave a supporting role for you, Professor. By the way, Professor, do you want lines, or can you just show a back view?"
Chen Wende waved his hand: "Just arrange it, don't disrupt your own rhythm."
It doesn't matter if there are lines or not, he just wants to study anyway.
Okay, let's find a role for him to show his face when the time comes. Yu Jing touched her chin, said hello to Chen Wende and left the research institute.
On the road, a large shopping mall and the surrounding commercial streets are holding activities. Various paper lanterns gather in a long line, gathering in the square like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.
There is also a bright red hydrangea high in the center of the square. I don't know what is inside.
The lively sound of gongs and drums and the exclamations of the crowd made Yu Jing subconsciously slow down the car, just in time to see a few lion dancers shaking their heads and passing by.
'They' blinked their eyes in a naive manner, and happily ran towards the hydrangeas amidst the cheers of passers-by. A fierce battle followed.
A child clapped his hands happily and pointed up at the tall lion dance: "Mom, lion dance."
The child's mother looked gentle and sweet. She smiled softly and bought a rattle for her: "Here, it's Chang'e flying to the moon. Does the baby like it?"
"I like it!" The child nodded vigorously and shook the rattle in her hand. The dull thumping sound made her smile. "Mom, is there really Chang'e on the moon? I want to hug that rabbit."
"Mom doesn't know either. When the baby grows up and goes to school, you can ask the teacher."
The mother and daughter slowly moved forward in pursuit of the lion dance, their soft whispers dissipated in the wind.
Even children knew the story of Chang'e flying to the moon. Yu Jing lowered her eyes and smiled before driving away from the business district.
Unknowingly, another year has passed, and by rough calculation, he has spent two years in the interstellar.
Because he had an evolved body, last winter was not as difficult as the first year. He could run outside and have snowball fights in the dead of winter.
Grandpa and grandma no longer have to worry about him getting cold and sick, and Pei Yi doesn't have to worry about him getting hurt accidentally.
The Spring Festival Gala program in the first year was a complete success. Ji Chengye also wanted him to host the second show, but Yu Jing decisively refused.
Just kidding, he didn't want to cause trouble for himself.
In the first year, it was because I was bored and wanted to celebrate the New Year with my family, so I agreed to reform the Spring Festival Gala. The film and television association in the second year is already familiar with the routine. Why should he find a job for himself? Isn't it good to take annual leave as much as he wants?
In the end, Ji Chengye could only roll up his sleeves while cursing and go find other directors. When he left, he complained that he had never seen a young man as lazy as Yu Jing.
Thinking of this, Yu Jing curled her lips and accelerated the car towards Broken Star Tower.
He did not go to the top floor to find Pei Yi, but went to the studio on the 33rd floor. Everyone was already there, working diligently on their own. Yu Jing touched her nose, and suddenly felt a little pain in her conscience for fishing.
"Director Jing, the crew is ready. When will the auditions start?" Assistant Director Cui Hong put down a stack of documents with a smile. He is very lucky to have a boss who knows how to let go. The man has no pressure recently and has become more tolerant and considerate. Fat.
Yu Jing nodded with satisfaction: "Recruitment information will be released soon."
Recruitment information for young directors is a mudslide in the entire director circle, and actors complain about those weird and confusing requirements every time.
Same this time.
A short line of words, the only requirement is courage and strong mental endurance.
Speculations abounded in the anonymous area.
[Courageous, it must be a ghost movie, suddenly excited. 】
[I’m so excited. I almost died from the horror last time I went to watch the romance between humans and ghosts! I used to watch interstellar thrillers without changing my expression, but then I was so frightened by a female ghost that I screamed in the cinema, which made headlines for a week! 】
[I just don’t understand. Some interstellar thrillers are obviously more bloody and terrifying, so why am I more afraid of Chinese horror. 】
[Maybe it’s the suppression from the bloodline... By the way, are you going to audition for a horror film this time? 】
Of course I want to go.
In the past six months, Donghua's directors seem to have opened up the two channels of Ren and Du, and the Chinese films they make have an increasingly ancient flavor, but it is undeniable that they are still no match for Yu Jing.
Riding on Yu Jing is equivalent to riding on the ladder to heaven. This is a recognized thing in the entertainment industry.
Besides, if you read the script and join the crew, you won't be afraid, and you can laugh at your friends when they yell.
Soon, Yu Jing's work mailbox was filled with resumes of actors. After a round of screening, the remaining ones were auditioned.
Wei Ran, a newly popular young student, wanted to leave a good impression on Yu Jing. During the audition, he was very serious and did not say anything, and he was bold enough to talk to her.
"Director Jing, what era are you going to shoot a horror movie about this time, ancient times or the Republic of China?"
The scripts they auditioned for were scattered, with no period background information at all.
Yu Jing, who was reading the information, said, "Huh?" "I made a sound and looked up blankly: "I'm not making a horror movie this time."
