After Our Divorce, I Still Wore Your Jacket

Fang Shaoyi's words were a stab at Yuan Ye's heart.Yuan Ye was unable to speak for a long time, and his heart was shaken.Fang Shaoyi seldom talked to him about these things, and the two of them didn't seem to have talked much about their feelings in recent years.Fang Shaoyi has always been a controller since he was young. Today he said that he would panic in his heart, Yuan Ye was very surprised.

It's an amazing feeling.Yuanye knew that Fang Shaoyi actually wanted him to separate himself from the environment. Yuanye did have this problem. When he was disappointed in an environment, he would be disappointed in everything here.including anyone in it.

Later, Yuanye scratched Fang Shaoyi's nose with his fingers, and said softly, "I see."

Fang Shaoyi is like a guide in some respects, he is always guiding Yuan Ye to learn to feel and perceive.

After this night, the two brothers started to be unruly again. Ji Xiaotao always felt that they were tired and crooked, but they obviously didn't do anything.His eyes scanned the two of them back and forth a few times, but he didn't see anything, but they made people stare.

Ji Xiaotao turned his gaze back and looked at his phone with peace of mind.On the mobile phone, he asked Yang Siran how he was going back to the company and what the company's next plan would be for him. Yang Siran replied that he was still waiting and that there was no arrangement yet.

Ji Xiaotao asked: Have you been assigned an assistant?

Yang Siran: Not yet.

Ji Xiaotao asked him again: Who will take you?Who is the agent?

Yang Siran: Not yet.

Ji Xiaotao: Ah, let's just wait...

After Yang Siran finished chatting with him, he put down his phone and put it back in his pocket.He was wearing simple casual clothes and looked like the boy next door, clean and tidy.No one in the company even knew him yet. Yang Siran sat in the office and waited peacefully, not daring to look around. If he didn't look at his mobile phone, he would just flip through a magazine on the coffee table.

He has been sitting in the office for two hours.

Later, Geng Jinwei finally came back, followed by the two of them.Seeing Yang Siran, Geng Jinwei asked him indifferently, "Are you back?"

"En." Yang Siran nodded, and continued to sit on the sofa and wait.

After Geng Jinwei finished talking with others, he walked over and stood in front of the desk. Geng Jinwei lit a cigarette and asked him, "Are you tired from filming?"

"Not tired." Yang Siran said, "Everyone takes good care of me."

"I'll pick up another one for you next month, let's work on a small role in the crew first." Geng Jinwei said.

Yang Siran didn't have any comments, nodded and said, "Okay."

After talking a lot about work, Geng Jinwei said, "Go back."

Only now did Yang Siran realize that he was a little uncomfortable. He first looked at Geng Jinwei, but Geng Jinwei had already lowered his head to look at others, and didn't look at him at all.Yang Siran went around the desk, knocked down and lowered his body, half squatted and pressed his face against Geng Jinwei's legs, the skin on his face was next to his suit pants, his voice was very soft, even his breathing was very soft, cautious Said: "...I miss you so much."

Geng Jinwei looked down at him, Yang Siran raised his face and looked at him with pious affection in his eyes.

Geng Jinwei didn't speak, just looked at him with no emotion on his face.Yang Siran blinked, with a fair and handsome face, raised his face and asked seriously: "Can I go to your house tonight?"

……

Yuan Ye left the crew for a few days in early April, and their small circle of literati also got together. Feng Leizi was the literary planner of a certain big director, and when their script reached a certain stage, they had to gather a group of people to give opinions on faults.Absorb the opinions of dozens of writers, listen to everyone's ideas, and see if there are any new sparks.

Yuan Ye must be present, he has his own unique vision, sharp mouth, and he dares to speak.So the three-push and four-push got him out, and Yuan Ye took a leave of absence with the crew to run out, just to show the script to others.When Jiang Linchuan heard that he was going out to show other people the script, he even accused him, and if he didn't finish his work, he still took care of other people's work.

But Ye Ye has been disgusted by reading their scripts these days, and now he only has a broken book in his hand, and he can't find anything good after grinding it every day.He couldn't convince the director to change the play, and he couldn't convince himself that this thing was okay, so he was irritable every day.

The play is coming to an end, and Fang Shao once again estimates that it will be finished in a month.

Yuan Ye came out to meet people, and was naturally laughed at when he was seen. At that time, he posted a big talk on Weibo to chase after him, and made a fuss.These few people had been waiting to mock him for a long time, and when they finally met someone, they had a good meal.

Wilderness didn't care, smoking a cigarette: "Don't be cheap."

"Are you ashamed?" Someone asked him, "Uncle Ye is still shy?"

Yuan Ye didn't bother to talk to them, the director hadn't come yet, so he sat on the balcony and smoked.

Ji Xiaotao sent him a WeChat message, which was a short video of Fang Shaoyi's filming.

Yuan Ye: Don't bother me as soon as I come out.

Ji Thief: Am I sending warmth?

Yuan Ye: It's not like a year, let's take a rest.

Pushing the script is a very torturous process, which may last for several days. The script is constantly overturned, rebuilt, and then continued to be overthrown.After pushing and pushing, the final product may have to undergo several rebirths from the original sample.Literati always give people the impression of restraint, but the scene where the script is pushed is actually a war, and everyone's voice is hoarse in the end.

Yuan Ye is sharp and agile at such times, and he is always the first to overthrow other people's opinions, but these people who play with pens have to think that what he says makes sense, which is very hateful.The literati are all so arrogant, they look down on each other, but they have to admit that he is right.Of course, Yuan Ye's ideas will also be killed, and what comes out in the end depends entirely on God's will.Or who came up with a brilliant idea in a flash of inspiration, which was recognized by most people.

It's tiring to keep thinking, but this is the life circle in the wilderness, and this is the pattern he is familiar with.This is much more enjoyable than talking secretly about the script in the crew, no matter which actor is offended, or the situation where the props are changed too much and cannot keep up.The initial stage of the script is the purest stage of a movie. Everything has the same goal, which is to turn the script from stone to gold, and every subsequent stage consumes this purity.

Yuan Ye came out to push the script once, and when he went back, he was in a better state.It seems to come out to charge the waves and return blood.As soon as he got back to the set, he went to find Fang Shaoyi on the set. Fang Shaoyi just finished work, changed his clothes, took off his makeup and was about to go back.Yuanye called him, "Brother One."

Fang Shao looked back at him with a smile on his face: "Are you back?"

"Ah," Yuan Ye nodded, "It's fully charged."

"How was the chat?" Fang Shaoyi asked him.

Yuan Ye shrugged his shoulders: "That's the thing, it can't be settled, I guess there are still two drafts, three drafts, and five drafts, and maybe I will go at that time. Feng Leizi is the best at doing this, and the ideas are all thought of by others. His literary planning is waiting to be done, and his mind has grown."

Fang Shao smiled, and wanted to walk back with Yuan Ye, but he was called away halfway to discuss matters.Yuan Ye squatted on a bench by the roadside, originally wanted to smoke, but thought he had already returned to the set, so he silently started smoking again.

When Fang Shao came back, Yuan Ye was chatting with a little girl who looked only four or five years old. Yuan Ye touched her pigtail, wondering what she was talking about.

On the way back, Fang Shaoyi and Yuan Ye said, "You can go and watch the director's rough cut tonight."

Yuan Ye asked, "Did you cut it in the past few days?"

"Well, not many cuts." Fang Shao glanced at him and said to him.

Yuanye didn't do what he thought, and didn't take it seriously.He won't add his name to the subtitles when the show is broken, he would feel ashamed to be on the screenwriter's tail.He tried his best, but if he couldn't do it, he couldn't do it. He just brainstormed and promoted the script, and then looked back at this one with a line added perfunctorily.