There are several missed calls on my phone, from the company.
When he called back, Lin Xiangyuan said, "Mr. Xi, have you forgotten? Today we are taking the actress to Director Ning Zhen. Aren't you going to go in person?"
He rubbed his brows: "Sorry, I forgot."
Lin Xiangyuan was speechless for a moment, and Mr. Xi actually forgot about work sometimes.
He said: "Then get ready, I will send a car directly to pick you up."
After hanging up the phone, he washed up and stood in front of the mirror to shave. He saw that the clothes he changed out last night had been soaked in laundry detergent. He was probably busy walking and forgot to set the timer. After soaking for so long, the clothes were all wet.
Deformed.
He shook his head and laughed. Both of them were so busy at work, maybe they should hire a domestic assistant, but they didn't want a third party to interfere in their world.
He turned on the washing machine automatically and wiped the foam on his chin. In front of the full-length mirror in the living room, his suit was hung neatly on the hanger. Even the matching tie had been chosen for him. The leather shoes he had changed into last night were polished.
Bright, with the toe of the shoe facing outward, neatly stacked in front of the shoe cabinet.
He happily put on the suit she chose for him, stood in front of the mirror and tied his tie, imagining her soft fingers jumping around his neck to tie his tie. Maybe this is how a married man feels?
The driver's car arrived almost at the same time as he went downstairs. Yang Yunguang was already sitting in the car. Seeing that he was in high spirits, he couldn't help but ask: "Did you sleep well last night?"
He responded, opened the door and got into the car, and suddenly asked: "Did you send me back yesterday?"
Yang Yunguang was shocked, turned his head out of the window, and said with a smile: "You keep everything secret from me. I didn't know where you lived, so I sent you back to the company."
Xi Xiangdong nodded slightly, but fortunately he didn't ask any more questions.
"Director Ning is a person who pays attention to details. The script of this movie has been prepared for half a year. Don't talk too much later, so as not to backfire. You have acted in anti-war dramas before. This kind of role in the Republic of China should not be difficult for you."
Yang Yunguang nodded. Ning Zhen is a genius in the industry. He has a unique personal style when making movies, which is called "Ning's aesthetics." All the protagonists who have made Ning's movies are recognized as capable. He is also Chinese.
He is the most internationally recognized director in the industry, so the three-time Best Actor would rather work with him for free.
The first meeting took place at the famous Shile Club in the suburbs of Beijing.
The manager led them in and said, "Director Ning originally praised our place for being clean, but the people auditioning in the past two days have almost broken the threshold."
After turning around a row of green bamboos, we stopped in front of a Japanese-style courtyard with a very pleasant name: Xiaoshan Qing.
There is a pond in the yard, the wooden waterwheel rotates leisurely, and the green grass is green. The cold spring cold in March seems to have disappeared here. When I looked up carefully, I found that the yard was covered with a skylight dome, which continued to provide food in a hidden place.
Heating keeps you warm like spring all year round.
The manager watched tea for them, asked them to wait, and then went out to greet the guests. After a while, he heard someone coming this way again. It was really crowded.
Xi Xiangdong followed the sound, but he didn't expect that it was Xi Wanlai and Pei Xiao who walked out from behind the green bamboo.
Pei Xiao was also startled, as if he had not expected this situation at all.
The four people faced each other, watching from a distance, and the scene was awkward. The waterwheel in the pond creaked, and finally poured out a pool of clear water. Someone stood under the porch and shouted: "Mr. Xi, Miss Yang, please come in." There was a series of messages on the mobile phone.
Several missed calls, from the company.
When he called back, Lin Xiangyuan said, "Mr. Xi, have you forgotten? Today we are taking the actress to Director Ning Zhen. Aren't you going to go in person?"
He rubbed his brows: "Sorry, I forgot."
Lin Xiangyuan was speechless for a moment, and Mr. Xi actually forgot about work sometimes.
He said: "Then get ready, I will send a car directly to pick you up."
After hanging up the phone, he washed up and stood in front of the mirror to shave. He saw that the clothes he changed out last night had been soaked in laundry detergent. He was probably busy walking and forgot to set the timer. After soaking for so long, the clothes were all wet.
Deformed.
He shook his head and laughed. Both of them were so busy at work, maybe they should hire a domestic assistant, but they didn't want a third party to interfere in their world.
He turned on the washing machine automatically and wiped the foam on his chin. In front of the full-length mirror in the living room, his suit was hung neatly on the hanger. Even the matching tie had been chosen for him. The leather shoes he had changed into last night were polished.
Bright, with the toe of the shoe facing outward, neatly stacked in front of the shoe cabinet.
He happily put on the suit she chose for him, stood in front of the mirror and tied his tie, imagining her soft fingers jumping around his neck to tie his tie. Maybe this is how a married man feels?
The driver's car arrived almost at the same time as he went downstairs. Yang Yunguang was already sitting in the car. Seeing that he was in high spirits, he couldn't help but ask: "Did you sleep well last night?"
He responded, opened the door and got into the car, and suddenly asked: "Did you send me back yesterday?"
Yang Yunguang was shocked, turned his head out of the window, and said with a smile: "You keep everything secret from me. I didn't know where you lived, so I sent you back to the company."
Xi Xiangdong nodded slightly, but fortunately he didn't ask any more questions.
"Director Ning is a person who pays attention to details. The script of this movie has been prepared for half a year. Don't talk too much later, so as not to backfire. You have acted in anti-war dramas before. This kind of role in the Republic of China should not be difficult for you."
Yang Yunguang nodded. Ning Zhen is a genius in the industry. He has a unique personal style when making movies, which is called "Ning's aesthetics." All the protagonists who have made Ning's movies are recognized as capable. He is also Chinese.
He is the most internationally recognized director in the industry, so the three-time Best Actor would rather work with him for free.
The first meeting took place at the famous Shile Club in the suburbs of Beijing.
The manager led them in and said, "Director Ning originally praised our place for being clean, but the people auditioning in the past two days have almost broken the threshold."
After turning around a row of green bamboos, we stopped in front of a Japanese-style courtyard with a very pleasant name: Xiaoshan Qing.
There is a pond in the yard, the wooden waterwheel rotates leisurely, and the green grass is green. The cold spring cold in March seems to have disappeared here. When I looked up carefully, I found that the yard was covered with a skylight dome, which continued to provide food in a hidden place.
Heating keeps you warm like spring all year round.
The manager watched tea for them, asked them to wait, and then went out to greet the guests. After a while, he heard someone coming this way again. It was really crowded.
Xi Xiangdong followed the sound, but he didn't expect that it was Xi Wanlai and Pei Xiao who walked out from behind the green bamboo.
Pei Xiao was also startled, as if he had not expected this situation at all.
The four of them faced each other, watching from afar, and the scene was awkward. The waterwheel in the pond creaked, and finally a large pool of clear water was poured out. Someone stood under the porch and shouted: "Mr. Xi, Miss Yang, please come in."