Are you trying to tease me [Entertainment]

In fact, there is really nothing to explain this matter.

Ye Yuanxi stumbled and stuttered in his explanation, scratching his head several times in the middle, trying to change to a better adjective.But who knew that grandpa had been listening to the whole process calmly, and at the end he let out an indifferent oh.

"It's all nonsense, why do people believe it." He grabbed Wang Zai's paw, "These people are really stupid for decades."

On the merits of grandpa is also a literary and art worker.

Ye Yuanxi almost burst into tears.

"Xiaoye is going home tomorrow, what are you going to do?" After solving this problem briefly, Grandpa became concerned about Yu Fengqiao's schedule again.

"He's going to work in a few days." Ye Yuanxi waved his hand, "Going back to England to make a movie."

The movie Yu Fengqiao chose this time is also a tough nut to crack.

A prisoner who was sentenced to life for murder by accident, escaped from prison desperately after learning the news of his wife's death. When he returned to his hometown, he also found out that he had a ten-year-old daughter.

The little girl was supposed to be the same age as Hua'er, but she was forced to accompany her mother to avoid debts before. After her mother died, she met this father who had just escaped from prison.

The person who was flimsy and fled in embarrassment caught off guard and ran into this little girl.

Then, when the father tried to send her for adoption and the little girl insisted on following her father, the contradictions and feelings between the father and daughter slowly unfolded.

"This really doesn't fit your image at all." Ye Yuanxi couldn't help but sigh when Yu Fengqiao told his grandfather the general plot, "Escape or something."

Yu Fengqiao's inherent impression to others is that he is a gentleman who is refined all the time.He seems to be able to take it easy in any situation, and he doesn't lose his composure in front of everyone.

Asking him to challenge such a role, even Teacher Yu like Ye Yuanxi can't help but sweat for him.

"There has to be some kind of breakthrough." Yu Fengqiao really likes this kind of attempt, "Anyway, you are raising me, so I'm not afraid of losing money."

Ye Yuanxi smiled and scolded him, in exchange for grandpa's huge white eyes.

"At a young age, pay attention to the influence." Grandpa seemed to be very experienced. "It's better to have a long flow of things like feelings. It's too boring when you are young like you, and it will be boring when you grow old."

"No." Ye Yuanxi made a grimace at his grandfather, put one hand on Yu Fengqiao's shoulder and gave him a loud mua.

He wished that Yu Fengqiao could soak in this sugar water jar day and night.

800 years are not boring.

The New Year's Eve of the three of them was not very lively, but it was very warm.

Yu Fengqiao sat on the sofa with Wang Zai in her arms, listening to the grandpa and grandson next to her complain about the gala on TV.

"Hey, this drawing looks like a monkey's butt."

"This fake singing is really fake."

"boring."

"Ugly."

"Forget it and sleep."

While saying this, the three of them still waited until the countdown to the new year, paw and rubbed Wang Zai's paw, and said happy new year to each other before going back to their rooms.

Fireworks and firecrackers have been banned in Haicheng for a long time, and the New Year's Eve, which should have been noisy, was so quiet that it was a little scary.

"I'm leaving tomorrow." Ye Yuanxi stretched out his hand to close the curtains, and turned to look at Yu Fengqiao who was leaning on the bed.

"Hmm." Yu Fengqiao was holding his bedside book in his hands, turning the pages calmly with his head down.

He is a bit short-sighted, and usually wears glasses when reading with the bedside lamp on at night.The thin gold-rimmed glasses set off his somewhat pale skin, making him look particularly impersonal.

His blue-gray eyes are ice-cold, and he sits holding a heavy medical book, just like a painting.

"Mr. Yu." Ye Yuanxi slowly climbed up from the end of the bed with bare legs, "Mr. Yu?"

"Hmm." Yu Fengqiao turned another page, her slender fingers resting on the densely packed characters, looking quiet and academic.

"I don't have any books to read." Ye Yuanxi's fingers moved across the quilt little by little, following the arc of Yu Fengqiao's thighs, and gradually pointed upwards, "Teacher Yu?"

Yu Fengqiao still did not put down the book, but only half raised her eyes.

The blue-gray eyes behind the lens are like a silent and deep ocean, and Ye Yuanxi seems to be able to see herself clearly from inside.

"Am I good at reading?" Ye Yuanxi asked again, and now his legs were spread apart, and he was sitting on Yu Fengqiao's calf, in a dangerous posture, "Huh?"

Yu Fengqiao smiled, closed the book, and put it away without haste.

Then, with a smile on his lips, he took off his glasses.

In the chaos, the bedside lamp was pressed out by someone's hand at an unknown time.

The panting of the two people gradually intertwined, and it looked terribly hot in the winter night air.

For one night, the two of them almost didn't sleep.

"I really have to go." In the early morning of the next day, Ye Yuanxi was being held in Yu Fengqiao's arms, and he patted him with his eyes closed, "I'm going to see the director this morning."

"No." Yu Fengqiao didn't move, and leaned on Ye Yuanxi's shoulder awkwardly with her head down, "Don't go."

"Good boy." Ye Yuanxi yawned sleepily, "Your husband went out to make money."

Yu Fengqiao sat as firmly as a mountain.

"Yu Fengqiao, you're going to start me! Grandpa's luggage will be packed later!" Ye Yuanxi kicked Yu Fengqiao's calf, stood on the bed and casually pulled a T-shirt on. .

Seeing Yu Fengqiao's messy curly hair who was still sitting there in a daze, Ye Yuanxi couldn't help rubbing his hands twice, then took his face and bit his nose lightly: "OK Alright, let's go."

Yu Fengqiao has taken a few similar poster covers.

Everyone imagined that the morning of a man like him would be wearing a pure white bathrobe with messy and curly hair, standing by the railing of the balcony with a cup of tea and looking at the distant scenery.

Who would have thought that he would sit on the head of the bed so stupidly, as if he was awake and unable to listen to what others said, as obedient as a child who could be squeezed and flattened by others.

What Ye Yuanxi was going to see today was the old friend Xu Chang had mentioned at the time.

He had only exchanged emails with the other party a few times before, because Ye Yuanxi couldn't reveal too much about the content of the movie, so Ye Yuanxi was still not very familiar with the general situation.

Before arriving at the private tea room where he agreed to meet, Ye Yuanxi always thought that what he was going to meet should be a down-and-out artist who was about the same age as Xu Chang.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Ye Yuanxi took his seat, he turned on his phone and was about to send a message to classmate Xiao Yu, when the person who opened the door surprised him.

"Hello, I'm sorry that the road was a bit blocked just now, and I'm late." The visitor put the umbrella in his hand on the corner of the wall and sat down with a smile.

This person is not very old, or even completely opposite. He looks to be in his thirties. Because he is well groomed, and his temperament is young and innocent, he looks much younger than his actual age.

Ye Yuanxi pinched his pants with his hands, and the word "senior brother" stuck in his throat, and he couldn't spit it out, but he couldn't swallow it either.

This is a person, probably the person Xi Yuan trusts the most besides his parents.

They studied music together when they were young, but Jiang Nan always felt that he was not as good at music as Xi Yuan, so he quit early and entered the film circle.

"Director Jiang." At the end, he finally called out to him softly.

"Hello." Jiang Nan smiled at Ye Yuanxi after sitting down, "I'm sorry to trouble you, come here at this time."

As Xu Chang said before, he lost a lot of weight after filming this movie, and now he is almost nothing but a skeleton, wearing a white top, in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, he seems to be able to float in the next second Walk.

"Actually, I'm not going to hide it from you." Jiang Nan stretched out his hand to order tea, and then smiled at Ye Yuanxi, "Actually, I hope you can adapt Xi Yuan's song."

Ye Yuanxi just looked at him quietly, without speaking.

"I don't have any opinions on your works, or doubt your ability, really." Jiang Nan coughed twice, and some anxiously gestured to Ye Yuanxi to explain, because he was a little incoherent because of his excitement, "Just, I wanted to use his tune. I was out of the country when he... died and the funeral, so... you know."

"Yeah, I know." Ye Yuanxi smiled and nodded, but he didn't agree, "Actually, how about this. If you edited a film recently, bring me along if it's convenient, and I'll change a song by Xi Yuan , write a song by yourself, and choose the effect after watching the movie, okay?"

"But..." Jiangnan looked at the composer who came in and became popular with some doubts, wondering why he was so serious about such a friendly and helpful movie.

"My habit." Ye Yuanxi smiled and took a sip of tea, "Always have plan B ready."

"Your habits are very similar to a friend of mine." Jiang Nan smiled with emotion.

This time I will stay here much longer than Ye Yuanxi expected. He goes back and forth between his grandfather's house and Jiangnan's studio almost every day. Everyone is busy, half of them will make a phone call, wear headphones and don't talk, and they are so quiet doing their own things.

"Did you hear that? It's raining." Ye Yuanxi rubbed his shoulders and put down his pen, stood up with his mobile phone and opened the window, "It's quite big."

"I heard." It was still early morning at Yu Fengqiao's place, getting up early to catch up with work and putting on makeup, talking with eyes closed, "The weather should be quite cold, pay attention to adding more clothes."

Ye Yuanxi stood leaning against the window, looking at the plantain tree and the magnolia with buds outside: "Old Yu, why don't you come back halfway to shoot a MV."

Yu Fengqiao had previously reported that he would have a five-day vacation this month, and he had already prepared a plane ticket to return home.

"I think grandpa's house is very good. You can come here directly when the time comes."

The MV of "Fengqiao Night Mooring" has been said to be filmed, but it is still on hold until now.

Before, because of the great contradictions in casting, the company has been hesitating whether Yu Fengqiao's filming will have a bad effect.But helplessly, Ye Yuanxi's attitude was firm, and in the end the two of them made it public very smoothly, and finally made a decision.

Although it has not been announced yet, the news has spread everywhere.

"I'm going to join the group after I finish writing the song for director Jiang and my friend Mr. Pan." Ye Yuanxi's voice was very soft, "Come here, we can meet again."

The two are now like two college students forced into a long-distance relationship.

Looking at the holidays and counting the days, I waited for Yinhe to hang up with the two of them so that they could meet quickly.

The author has something to say: Nothing to say

Just the red envelope and the pre-acceptance advertisement for the new article "I Just Want to Make a Film" is still the same, okay?