Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 46: Gradually Adapting to Identity Change

The next morning, the rain still did not stop, but it turned from heavy rain to light rain.

Fine raindrops were floating outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the whole sky was foggy.

Zhou Ye curled up on the sofa in the living room and yawned, the jasmine bracelet on her wrist trembling as she arranged the branches of flowers.

She fell asleep at two o'clock in the morning and was woken up at eight o'clock in the morning. Now she is completely drowsy.

"Come on, Ono!"

Meng Ziyi came back from outside with an umbrella and waved at her.

"Han Ge said he wanted to shoot some morning footage for the music video, and we both wanted to be in the shot."

"coming."

Zhou Ye raised his hand in response, then struggled to get up from the sofa.

Yesterday they agreed on today's arrangements, which were to compose a theme song for Taohuawu and shoot a MV.

Wang Sulong and Li Xueqin were responsible for writing the lyrics and composing the music, Zhang Han was the MV director, and everyone else fully cooperated.

This was also the last group activity before the end of the recording, and everyone participated in it.

This time, Jiang Qing did not refuse.

The recording was nearing its end, and people are always emotional, so he agreed without much thought.

Moreover, both shooting MVs and recording songs are new experiences for him, and he is interested in trying them.

When Zhou Ye and Meng Ziyi arrived at the recording studio after recording the outdoor shots, the whole space was filled with the aroma of coffee.

Except for the two of them and Zhang Han and Lai Guanlin who have not arrived yet, all other guests are already here.

Li Xueqin bit the tip of her pencil and made corrections on the music paper, when she suddenly looked up at Jiang Qing in the distance.

"Don't you think that Dr. Jiang's stop today is particularly similar to that famous rainy scene from Goblin?"

The on-site director's camera swept over Jiang Qing who was standing by the window. He was spinning a gilded fountain pen with his fingertips, with the cuffs of his white shirt rolled up in two, and his figure was slender.

Lean over there and the atmosphere will be maximized.

"Even ghosts have to bow their heads when they see our Dr. Jiang. After all, ghosts are not real ghosts, but Mr. Jiang is a real boss."

Lamu Yangzi raised his phone and took a lot of pictures of Jiang Qing, then looked down at her admiringly, unable to let go.

"Given Jiang Qing's current popularity, these photos of yours are really worth a lot of money."

Wang Sulong sat on the swivel seat holding a guitar and joked with a smile.

"You know what, this is really a way to make money."

Guo Qilin’s daily supporting role.

Song Dandan and others on the side were all very happy listening to their chatting.

When Zhou Ye ran into the live director's screen with a bouquet of flowers, the spinning pen in Jiang Qing's hand suddenly stopped.

"The director of the Poverty Alleviation Office is here to inspect our work?"

Jiang Qing turned his eyes away from the window and turned around to make a teasing remark.

He wanted to see if the girl had figured it out.

Zhou Ye was about to step into the recording studio holding the rain-soaked white gentian when he heard Jiang Qing's teasing word "Director of the Poverty Alleviation Office."

The water droplets condensed on the umbrella frame rolled down and shattered into stars at her feet.

"I should give my position as director of the Poverty Alleviation Office to Mr. Jiang. It's very difficult for a young actor."

She swung the umbrella, splashing water onto his trouser legs on purpose.

"Mr. Jiang, would you consider entering the entertainment industry and investing in two movies?"

"I'm cheap."

The girl grinned, with a flattering expression.

Jiang Qing lowered his eyes and saw the mud spots on the tips of her sneakers, which looked like ink plum blossoms spread out on rice paper.

A smile appeared in his eyes and he looked thoughtful.

"I haven't really thought about the entertainment industry before, but if it's Teacher Zhou, I might consider it."

As he spoke, the pen spun an arc of gilded light between his fingers.

"But now, I can let Mr. Zhou Ye sing the lyrics for the chorus..."

"Don't even think about it!"

Li Xueqin suddenly poked her head out from the pile of music papers, a look of rejection on her face.

"Don't say anything, you lark in the domestic entertainment industry. I'm even considering whether to change the two lines she wrote into harmony."

"I'm afraid her heavenly voice will overshadow ours!"

The scene suddenly erupted in laughter, and Zhou Ye glared at Jiang Qing in embarrassment.

It's all this man's fault!
Jiang Qing's eyes were full of smiles, and he was touched by the cute and fierce girl.

Li Xueqin bit her pencil and looked back and forth between the two of them, and suddenly nudged Wang Sulong beside her with her elbow.

"Brother, does it look like a mimosa meeting a sunflower?"

"appropriate!"

Wang Sulong looked at the two people in the distance and raised his thumb.

Lamu Yangzi was studying the camera, and suddenly moved the camera closer when he heard the words.

In the frame, the crimson color of Zhou Ye's ear tips and Jiang Qing's unbuttoned shirt formed a wonderful echo, and the rain curtains from the eaves formed a pearlescent screen behind them.

Meng Ziyi happened to see this scene as he approached, fiddling with a straw butterfly.

She dug her nails into her palms unconsciously, leaving crescent-shaped red marks with her fingertips. Soon, Zhang Han and Lai Guanlin arrived, and Wang Sulong and Li Xueqin began their work in earnest, while the others busied themselves with their own work.

Those who seem to be writing lyrics seriously and studying various musical instruments seem to be very busy.

After a while, Jiang Qing and Zhou Ye were called by Zhang Han to shoot MV scenes.

"This should be a diminished seventh chord."

At the shooting site, Jiang Qing walked behind Zhou Ye, suddenly grabbed her hanging wrist, and taught her to draw a wavy line on the staff.

Wherever the pen tip swept across, dried jasmine flowers fell from her wrist to the edge of the music paper, like a sudden pause.

Suddenly, a piano prelude came from the glass greenhouse next to it.

The sound of raindrops hitting the dome mixed with the sound of Wang Sulong's guitar, crushing Zhou Ye's unfinished defense into the melody of "Live in the Moment".

“Look at the camera!”

Zhang Han suddenly shouted at the two of them, and they both looked over at the same time.

"Dr. Jiang, take another half step to the right. Yes! Hold the piano behind Ono with your right hand."

Zhang Han was walking through the rain holding the storyboard script. On the monitor screen, Zhou Ye's floral skirt was lightly brushing Jiang Qing's trousers.

The rainwater from the glass greenhouse ceiling gathered into a stream, winding out a transparent curtain above their heads.

Zhang Han suddenly raised his hand to stop.

"This composition isn't impactful enough, let's add a borrowed shot."

He personally stepped forward to adjust the positions of the two people and was particularly active.

Lai Guanlin's hand that was adjusting the tripod suddenly tightened, and he looked at the attentive Zhang Han with a slightly ugly expression.

"Ready the sprinklers!"

Zhang Han gestured to the staff.

The moment the artificial rain curtain fell, Zhou Ye's exclamation was cut off by Jiang Qing holding his waist.

Water droplets formed a rainbow bridge between their eyelashes, and Meng Ziyi, who was standing in front of the monitor, suddenly stuffed a straw butterfly into the makeup artist's hand.

"I'm going to touch up my makeup!"

Li Xueqin bit the straw and smiled secretly.

"Brother Han, are you filming a music video or an idol drama?"

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Meng Ziyi's broken false eyelashes stuck to the mirror, like a butterfly specimen.

"action!"

Zhang Han's command rang out with thunder.

According to the script, Jiang Qing should have raised her hand to wipe the water droplets off Zhou Ye's cheek, but her fingertips hovered 0.5 cm away from her skin.

Zhou Ye raised his eyes and stared into his eyes. He suddenly remembered that when he tossed and turned in the early morning, he would always think of the way he smiled at him.

"Ka! Perfect!"

Zhang Han excitedly checked the playback footage.

In the close-up shot, the wrinkles of Zhou Ye's tightly grasped skirt seemed to hide eighteen kinds of thoughts, and the frequency of Jiang Qing's Adam's apple rolling was three times faster than the speed of falling raindrops.

Lai Guanlin suddenly raised the reflector.

"Director Zhang, we need fill light here."

The silvery-white light split the rain and fog, just lying between Jiang Qing and Zhou Ye.

Zhou Ye subconsciously raised his hand to block the light, and the jasmine bracelet on his wrist hit the piano music stand.

Jiang Qing grabbed her wrist and checked it, his eyes sweeping over Lai Guanlin.

His hand shook and the reflector slipped out of his hand.

"Eh? That's a pretty good improvisation!"

Zhang Han was completely unaware as he directed the cameraman to move forward.

When Meng Ziyi came back after finishing her makeup, she saw Zhou Ye bending over to pick up flower petals.

She suddenly raised her cell phone and smiled brightly.

"I'll take some behind-the-scenes photos for you all!"

As he spoke, he rushed to Jiang Qing and the other person and asked them about their experience with the filming.

Wang Sulong watched this scene and was shaking in the control room trying to hold back his laughter.

"This isn't a theme song music video, it's a love documentary."

"Hmm...or the triangular kind."

Turning around, he saw Lai Guanlin squeezing the mineral water bottle until it made a creaking sound. He realized he had said the wrong thing and quickly handed over the guitar.

"Xiao Lai, come and help me try out a chord?"

When the rain got heavier, Zhang Han asked to reshoot the last shot.

Jiang Qing's white shirt was already showing water marks, and Zhou Ye's skirt was entangled in his trouser legs.

As the rotating camera passed over their fingertips that seemed to be touching but not touching, Meng Ziyi's straw butterfly was suddenly blown off by the wind and fell into a puddle.

When he bent down to pick it up, he happened to see Jiang Qing helping Zhou Ye brush away the loose hair on his forehead.

She tightened her grip on the straw butterfly.

The picture of the two of them in the same frame looks so harmonious.

But Jiang Qing, can you spare some time to look at me?
She's actually quite pretty...

(End of this chapter)