Chapter 7, Please Act as a Friend (1)

At this moment, Jiahe's masseuse carefully arranged a long bath towel for her and began to quietly inquire where she needed focused massage. Jiahe mentioned her neck and then buried her head down. This feeling was quite wonderful; although there were many people in the room, the interaction between her and the masseuse felt as if they were the only two present, as natural as that of ordinary friends.

"Are you writing a new play?" Yi Wenze suddenly asked as he looked at the big screen

All three are male blind masseurs, and apart from Jiahe, no one can see his gestures. Jiahe looks at him in a daze, not quite understanding his meaning, but still cooperatively remains silent.

Qiao Qiao was momentarily taken aback before noticing the black microphone was also at her side, and she hurriedly handed it to him

I like characters with a certain moral scrupulosity, and men who can exercise self-restraint are more attractive. Jia He analyzes this very seriously, stating that Mo Shao'an's moral scrupulosity led to his defeat in such a challenging environment, creating a stark contrast.

"Teacher Yi should really release an album, it would definitely be a big hit." Qiao Qiao, being sycophantic, handed a bottle of beer to Yi Wenze, while kicking Jia He with her foot, signaling her to make some space for Yi Wenze to sit.

Yi Wenze's plays have all been seen by her, so she naturally knows each character. Mo Shaoan's work is set in the Republic of China, in the opulent Shanghai, featuring a scion of a family with a hero complex. She can even recall the specific scene and details under which Yi Wenze recited this poem.

The hatred for the country and the affection for children are all encapsulated in a single poem

When she returned home in the evening, Qiao Qiao stumbled into her room to sleep. She reeked of alcohol, drowsily lying on the bed while watching Jia He, who was still typing away diligently: "Your idol is truly exceptional, treating fans so well"

Jia He did not misunderstand her meaning, but with so many people openly allowing Yi Wenze to sit beside them, she truly felt embarrassed. However, seeing Yi Wenze standing there holding a bottle of wine, she felt a bit reluctant. After a struggle, her admiration for her idol ultimately triumphed over everything else. She hesitated and finally squeezed her way over to Qiao Qiao's side, looking up with a smile and saying, "Teacher Yi, please sit here."

Jiahe held popcorn in her left hand and a red microphone in her right hand, yet she surprisingly forgot how to sing this song

Jia He stared at the display screen without turning his head: "Of course"

Jia He did not respond. The casual conversation with Yi Wenze tonight provided her with a script inspiration, and she needed to jot it down quickly before it was too late. Since Qiao Qiao was going to sleep, she only turned on the desk lamp, staring intently at the screen and typing without blinking until she had written over 2,000 words, finally considering it done. Only then did she realize that her neck was already extremely sore.

She stretched lazily, glanced at the time, and saw that it was not yet 1:00, which was just right for a massage

Yi Wenze took a sip of beer, the 330ml bottle fitting perfectly in his hand. The Heineken's dark green bottle, illuminated by the light from the screen, appeared crystal clear like glass. Jia Hejing watched him, recalling the scene from middle school when she would poke the television with her finger, shouting Yi Wenze's name, and for some reason, her face turned red.

It is fortunate that it is very dark here, so the redness of my face cannot be seen

After several seconds, I finally managed to hum a few lines awkwardly, and the effect was truly on par with that woman across from me. Regardless of the pitch, I could even misread the lyrics while looking at the screen, which could be considered a kind of talent

As the two individuals continued to defer to each other, neither of them ended up sitting down, leaving a significant space for Jia He and Yi Wenze. The remaining people, feeling awkward from the earlier karaoke incident, also hesitated to sit here, resulting in a peculiar scene: one-third of the long sofa was occupied by just two people, who even extravagantly left an empty seat between them, while the remaining two-thirds of the space was crammed like sardines in a can

Yi Wenze turned his head to look at her, his pitch-black pupils filled with fragmented light, so beautiful that it left one speechless: "Do you like this character? Mo Shaoan."

The door to the private room remained open, and the woman across the room stopped wailing "Love Even If I Die" and began to switch to "A Night in Beijing." The chorus on this side had long passed more than half, the subtitles on the screen slowly changed from white to green, yet no one sang a single note

After the filming is completed, could you please ask the crew for a signature

Yi Wenze did not look at the large screen, yet it seemed as if he knew every word and the nuances of the melody, singing effortlessly with a deep tone that carried a hint of travel fatigue. Jia He dared not make another mistake, singing carefully and nervously, and the harmony between the two was surprisingly well-matched, resulting in an unexpectedly good effect

Jiahe felt a sweet sense of joy, realizing that she had become friends with her idol

After the two individuals finished speaking, they continued to work quietly

This film crew is quite good, having hired three massage therapists to accompany them at the hotel. As long as I go before 2:00 PM, there shouldn't be any issues. There is a shoot tomorrow, and at this time, most people are asleep, so the massage therapists should be free. With this thought in mind, Jiahe got up and poked Qiao Qiao, who was buried under the blanket: "I am going out for a massage, please open the door for me later."

Before long, the door to the room was knocked open. The curtains in this room were drawn back, allowing a clear view of the crescent moon surrounded by a halo, as well as the vast expanse of pure white snow in the deep of night

A Qing had long slipped away to the song selection stage, while Yi Wenze sat at the entrance. Outside, there were still a few scattered individuals who seemed inclined to pass by, likely having heard that Yi Wenze was there. They occasionally glanced through the glass, but he remained unperturbed, sipping his beer. Due to his duckbill cap and the fact that he was seated, no one outside could recognize him, and after a few glances, they simply gave up.

It turns out that it has already snowed

He heard a sound, raised his head, smiled slightly, and made a gesture indicating silence

Cheng Hao still thought she was referring to him, and he felt too embarrassed to stand up: "You sit, you sit, I will go outside and stand."

Many people came tonight, and the private room was clearly not large enough, with everyone squeezed together on the sofa. In fact, she was not a very calculating person, and it was not the feudal era where propriety dictated that men and women should not be too close. However, when Yi Wenze sat down next to her, she began to feel uncomfortable all over, her neck stiffly fixed on the large screen, ... yet she did not know what she was watching ...

"Qiao Qiao, you are almost sitting on my lap." The assistant director Cheng Hao coughed lightly

Mo Shaoan

In the midst of a series of pressing aches and tingles, she felt drowsy, as if she had returned to a summer night in her teenage years, holding a skateboard on Dongdan Street in Beijing, chatting with a group of good friends, accompanied by the cool breeze of the late night, comfortable and pleasant... Vaguely, it seemed that someone had patted her arm, asking if she wanted to go back to sleep, but she lazily declined, sinking deeper into her dreams...

It turns out that they were discussing him

Jia He smiled and said: "In my childhood, I was very fascinated by a line: 'With feather fans and silk hats, in the midst of laughter, the masts and sails turn to ashes and smoke.' Since then, I have developed a fondness for period dramas, especially for characters who stand with their hands behind their backs and fight against a thousand troops."

At the end of the MV, under the golden sunlight, Tian Chu raised his head and shouted, "I love you"

It was not until the song was almost finished that A Qing realized something was amiss. She hurriedly smiled and closed the door, leaning her body against it to block the transparent glass, isolating the group of fans and onlookers outside the private room.

In that scene, Yi Wenze, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, recited "Nian Nu Jiao: Chibi Huaigu" facing the sea

Yi Wenze expressed his gratitude without any hesitation and sat down beside Jia He

Jia He, upon being asked by him, realized that she had once again fallen into her professional habit: "I apologize, my professional habit has acted up. As an audience member..." She met his gaze, while inwardly grumbling that since it was performed by an idol, of course everything was good. At the same time, she pretended to be calm as she took a glass of red wine, treating it as a way to quench her thirst and ease the awkwardness, "I really liked it, especially the scene where he boarded the ship leaving China."

Qiao Qiao let out a couple of light hums, which could be considered as having heard it. Jia He then turned her phone from vibrate to maximum volume, feeling reassured before heading out. Since she was just moving around in the hotel, she didn't bother with her attire, wearing only sportswear and slippers, and quickly walked to the massage room, knocking on the door.

Qiao Qiao cast a resentful glance at Jia He, then stood up and said meaningfully, "It's really cramped; I will go outside for a while."

"Give me the microphone." Yi Wenze suddenly said to Qiao Qiao as he walked into the private room

Yi Wenze observed that she understood, and then buried his head again to continue resting

Yiwenze's position clearly obstructed the door, and he naturally leaned closer to Jiahua. Jiahua immediately felt a jolt, once again squeezing towards Qiaoqiao

Jiahe continued to hold the popcorn bucket, staring blankly at the end until the KTV advertisement came on, at which point she placed the microphone on the table and continued to eat popcorn with her head down. It is now impossible to ascertain who requested the song "Sunlight" earlier. Among the two who sang together, one sat in the corner of the sofa by the door, devouring popcorn, while the other stood beside, handing the microphone to the person next to them. It is now impossible to ascertain who requested the song "Sunlight" earlier. Among the two who sang together, one sat in the corner of the sofa by the door, devouring popcorn, while the other stood beside, handing the microphone to the person next to them

I heard that the lead role this time is played by Yi Wenze," he signaled the person giving Jiahe a massage to lie down on the bed, and continued speaking to the person massaging Yi Wenze, "Isn't he your idol?

The door of the private room had not yet closed, and someone passing by outside saw Yi Wenze, immediately stopping excitedly to listen to the song. As time went on, a crowd quickly gathered, forming three layers inside and outside. As a well-known star, he was unexpectedly singing his ex-wife's song in a KTV with another woman, all under the watchful eyes of the public. Naturally, such gossip was not something anyone would let slip by.

Jia He made a sound of acknowledgment, suddenly feeling that her response was quite pretentious, and quickly added: "It has already been in the heavenly book, and it is still a period drama"

Due to the effects of alcohol, people occasionally get up to come and go, whether to smoke or to use the restroom

My boss does not like gossip hype, otherwise today’s scene would really be good news, Jojo pouted, analyzing in a dizzy manner, "Look at that Qing Dynasty drama that recently aired, the rumors about the director and the actress are so hot."

"In the nostalgia of my homeland, I should be laughed at for my sentimentality, as I have already grown gray. Life is but a dream, and I raise a cup to pour out for the moon over the river." He softly recited the next lines, gently shaking his head, and with a half self-mocking smile, he said: "I once performed in a play and memorized this line."

Yi Wenze chuckled softly and said leisurely, "What I mean is, as an audience member, do you like him?"

Yi Wenze raised one corner of his mouth, smiling faintly: "Do you really enjoy period dramas?"

The person beside Yi Wenze said with a smile: "It is not me, it is my daughter"

When she withdrew her gaze, she discovered that there was another person on the innermost massage bed, with a coat and a cap thrown beside them.

Forget it, that person chuckled foolishly and said in a low voice, "I heard my daughter say that her idol is going through a divorce recently, which must be affecting her mood. Let's talk about it next time when there's an opportunity."