Chapter 47 "I want to open a studio for you here"

In fact, Sui Yi almost can't remember those days.

The chaos between him and Bai Yan started in the winter of the senior year. The winter of that year was extremely harsh. The heavy snow that floated for half a month during the New Year's Eve turned the whole of Beijing into a chaotic white.

The director's film took three years to shoot, and the director team sent Bai Yan notices from time to time, so he took three bus trips to the outskirts of the film studio. .

Untitled rented a piece of land in the western suburbs and set up the real scene of the school and dormitory. It looked no different from the Northern College. Occasionally, Bai Yan would be a little confused between reality and script.

Until the senior year, there were no new students living in the red brick dormitory, so Sui Yi converted her dormitory into a simple recording studio and sealed the balcony door with sponge.

Bai Yan's dormitory naturally became a nest for two people, but only one bed was made.

Suiyi has long hands and long feet. Every time he falls asleep against the wall, when he wakes up, he touches Bai Yan's instep with his feet, which is warm.

Bai Yan woke up in a daze from the dream,

The Untitled crew got rid of a group of domestic staff and a few supporting roles, and then came the news of Sun Xiaoxiao's withdrawal from the group.

There are not many actresses of her age in China. It is rumored that Sun Xiaoxiao declined several TV drama heroines for the untitled second female lead. In the end, the brokerage company couldn't bear it and terminated the contract.

Bai Yan returned to the dormitory with the new script, and followed Yi to mention this matter dazedly.

Holding a guitar in her hand, Sui Yi frowned, "Change actor?"

"Well, all the scenes with her will have to be re-shot." Bai Yan put the backpack back on the chair, opened the new script and read two pages.

"Are you going to retake it too?" Sui Yi asked casually, plucked the strings in his hand, and the guitar made an impatient bass.

"Well." Bai Yan glanced at him.

Sui Yi raised his hand and crumpled the paper that had already been written on in front of him, and threw it into the trash can beside his feet without looking at it.

"This play is endless." Sui Yi said without emotion.

Bai Yan looked at him for a while, then opened the topic awkwardly: "How did you write today?"

Sui Yi raised her eyes and looked at him without speaking.

The atmosphere was suddenly suppressed, Bai Yan realized that he had said the wrong thing, and pursed his lips.

"Do you really like filming?" Sui Yi suddenly asked.

Bai Yan was stunned, as if he had never considered this issue.

"What do you want to do in the future?" Sui Yi brushed the chords, and the room became calmer.

Bai Yan was lost in thought and did not speak.

When Sui Yi was not very happy, the corners of her mouth turned down slightly, and her cheeks looked puffed up.

"Haven't you thought about it?" Sui Yi glanced at him with a bit of meanness in her tone.

Bai Yan stood blankly for a while before nodding.

There was some unpleasant odor from the bus, the smell of gasoline, old leather and cigarettes, which made the already cramped dormitory even more unbearable.

Seeing Sui Yi's slightly frowning brows, Bai Yan walked to the balcony alone, and silently pushed open the floor-to-ceiling glass sliding door, and the extremely low temperature outside air rushed in, giving a rough feeling to the nasal cavity.

Bai Yan rarely ignored Sui Yi's topic, and in the gray haze, he thought a little melancholy.

What do you want to do, or do you really like filming?

The dead silence in the dormitory didn't end until evening. Sui Yi put on her hat and prepared to go out. She seemed to hesitate for a while, and then said to Bai Yan at the table, "I'll go out for a while."

There was no other emotion on Bai Yan's face, and he nodded obediently at him.

Sui Yi pulled the door shut, making a loud noise.

The footsteps outside the house gradually became farther away, and Bai Yan's fingers were a little stiff. Sitting upright in front of the desk, it was like a battle between heaven and man, and then he stood up and pulled out a few rubbed out from Suiyi's trash can. A very strong ball of paper.

The ball of paper was carefully spread out, and on it was a densely written musical score. The staff was scribbled and the thickness was not uniform. The position of the notes was also modified several times, and the brush was heavy, puncturing the paper in several places. .

Bai Yan found the software of the piano game from his mobile phone, and pressed the keys one by one at the positions of the notes.

The pitch fluctuated greatly, and it was thrown out at a constant speed by Bai Yan, looking very excited.

"It sounds very good." Bai Yan muttered to himself a little melancholy, and pressed the rolled-up paper with his mobile phone, pressing it on the keyboard table.

The phone vibrated a few times, it was the dean.

Bai Yan took a deep breath, as if preparing for each filming, and then answered the phone: "Mother-in-law."

"Hey!" The dean said happily as usual, "Have you eaten yet?"

Bai Yan felt a little hungry and said, "I have eaten."

"We've eaten too." The children's playful voices came from the other end of the phone, giving people the illusion of being very warm, "Did the squad leader eat with you?"

"...Yes." Bai Yan said guiltily.

"Okay, you have to eat on time." The dean opened his mouth slowly, saying the famous words of every call: "Young people, take good care of your body, your body is your capital."

"Well." Bai Yan responded patiently, thought for a while and asked, "Mother-in-law, what do you think I will do in the future?"

"What?" The dean was stunned and asked him back.

"It's better to do something after graduation." Bai Yan explained, as if a little embarrassed: "Didn't I graduate next year?"

"Then what do you want to do?" the dean asked with a smile, "how can you ask anyone else this kind of question."

"I just didn't expect it." Bai Yan said honestly, "I don't know what to do either. What do you want me to do?"

This question is always ending some very popular conversations between him and Suiyi.

Near the end of the junior year, he and Sui Yi completed all the courses in the performance department, just like every subject in high school, Bai Yan used his accustomed skills and summary to get a good score.

And Sui Yi seems to be very disgusted with performances and doesn't like to talk about one more word. He only asked him on the day after the end of the professional course exam: "After graduation, what do you want to do?"

Bai Yan was stunned in place, holding the simple props used in the performance, unable to answer for a long time.

For the first time in memory, Suiyi showed him that kind of harsh and impatient look, and asked in a not very good manner: "You never thought about what you will do in the future, right?"

Bai Yan opened his mouth and ate the slightly stuffy air in the early summer, but didn't say a word.

Sui Yi waited for half a minute and didn't get any answer, so she took the silly performance props from Bai Yan's hands with a cold face and left without looking back.

"Then you didn't think about it yourself, how could I?" The smile in the dean's tone increased, "Then everything depends on fate. I wasn't your dean at the beginning, so I can only say let it take its course. Don't put so much pressure on yourself."

"Well." Bai Yan's head was a little dizzy.

"Life is so long, you can do whatever you want. If you like acting, then go for it. If you don't want to do it, don't do it." The dean continued, "Just be responsible for yourself, it's very rare. already."

At the end of December, the school was a bit deserted, and the coldness increased slightly after nightfall. After Sui Yi waited for the bus by the roadside for more than ten minutes, the snow particles drifted down.

The fine snow fell on the shoulders, and the sparsely populated streets made people feel even more bleak.

Sui Yi put his hand in the pocket of his coat and squeezed a warm USB flash drive. He stood for a while and called a taxi.

Business at the bar was as bleak as the weather, and the owner sat bored at the bar.

Sui Yi didn't speak, and sat on the high chair in front of him.

Seeing him, Li Shen's expression became a little sad, and he whispered, "Didn't I tell you to call and come back."

Sui Yi's elbow rested on the bar with a bad expression: "I know it was returned."

Li Shen sighed, took out a USB flash drive from his pocket, picked out a silver metal case and handed it to him: "Hey, they say a lot now, but they just don't like it anyway."

"What exactly did you say?" Sui Yi's tone was unbelievably objective.

Li Shen tilted his head and thought for a while: "The previous few people said that the style was too avant-garde, but now the market simply can't accept it. I think it's purely their native turtles and can't understand it."

With no emotion on Suiyi's face, she said, "What else?"

"The next few times, I just didn't like it, I didn't like it anyway." Li Shen shrugged his shoulders, his expression a little helpless.

The busy waiter standing by the bar handed Suiyi a cup of warm water, and continued to wipe the table with his head down. The stainless steel wine cabinet reflected Suiyi's cold eyebrows, and was cut into strips according to the border of the cabinet.

Sui Yi didn't speak, she put the USB flash drive picked out by the other party into her pocket, and threw out a new one. She said numbly, "This is new."

"...Are you a hen laying eggs?" Li Shen looked at him in surprise, "Brother, this is not how the song is written, don't beat yourself up."

Sui Yi took the cup and took a sip of water, but said nothing.

Li Shen looked at him through the glass, and his tone was more like a senior: "You are the most self-disciplined I have ever seen in so many years."

"Don't mix in circles, cherish your voice, and be very diligent." Li Shenyang picked up the new USB flash drive, "Like an old hen."

"Go away." Sui Yi spit out a single word in a very soft voice.

"But, brother, don't push yourself like this. I listened to your latest song, and it's really dry. Is it too tense recently? This song writing needs inspiration." Li Shen looked at him sincerely.

"Brother Li." Sui Yi's throat moved, "The year before the year before and now, no one has accepted a capital, am I not suitable for this?"

Li Shen's face sank and he said, "Don't say that."

Suiyi pulled the corner of her mouth calmly and said, "Maybe it was because I was lucky before. I thought I could really do this, but it's not really suitable, right?"

The deafening accompaniment sounded, and the resident singer strode onto the small stage in the center of the bar, holding a bottle of beer dripping with water, and sang a little excitedly.

The weekend show ended very late. Sui Yi held his hand and heard it after two o'clock in the morning. The two resident singers drank some wine and took turns to occupy the small stage while out of tune.

The phone vibrated, and Bai Yan sent him a message: "I want to add a content at night, I'll go to the base."

Sui Yi stared at the news for a while, feeling dazed and distorted.

"Xiao Bai?" Li Shen yawned and asked him.

Sui Yi reacted for a while, then nodded.

"You've been like this recently, does he know? He's not feeling well, isn't he?" Li Shen mentioned casually, "It feels like I haven't seen him for a long time, how is he?"

"It's good." Sui Yi said subconsciously, "I'm still filming."

"You two are quite interesting." Li Shen smiled, "I thought you two had a quarrel and stayed with me most of the night."

"No." Sui Yi touched the tip of her nose and cleaned the already cold warm water, "Let's go."

"Okay." Li Shen gave him a meaningful look, "Be careful of yourself."

After the fine snow melted, a thin layer of ice formed on the ground, the clouds in the sky had dispersed, and a few stars that were not very obvious were pitifully next to each other.

Sui Yi took two night trains and got off at the entrance of the untitled shooting base.

The surroundings of the filming base looked deserted and terrifyingly infiltrating. Sui Yi found a sheltered position and stood there with biting ice on the soles of her feet.

He played with the phone for a while, and the screen indicated that the battery consumption was abnormal, so he put the phone back in his pocket.

Just two minutes after putting it back, Sui Yi felt wrong again, took it out and quickly sent a message to Bai Yan: "I'll wait for you at the entrance of the studio."

Not long after the message was sent, the iron door was pushed open and squeaked.

Bai Yan was still wearing a high school uniform for filming, wrapped in a black down jacket, stuck his head out, and said to him with bright eyes, "Let's go."

Sui Yi stomped his feet a few times before regaining consciousness and said, "Is it over?"

"My part ended very early." Bai Yan pushed the door and closed it back, took a few steps forward and pulled Suiyi's cuff, "Let's go, I'm taking a taxi."

Sui Yi glanced at him in the darkness, but said nothing.

The taxi's meter jumped frantically at night, Bai Yan's eyes were bloodshot from staying up late, and he whispered to him, "Squad leader, thank you for coming to pick me up."

Sui Yi shook his hand.

"Are you tired today?" Bai Yan raised his head slightly and asked him, "I feel like you are very tired recently."

"It's okay." Sui Yi looked out the window.

Outside the car window was a sleepy, quiet and peaceful city. The taxi slowed down and got off the elevated road, turning a corner and continuing to speed.

The park at No. 89 North Road flashed by in front of me. Most of the white buildings had some artistic signs, which seemed to have been put into use.

Bai Yan was drowsy by the air conditioner in the car, and he tugged at Sui Yi's arm and whispered, "Squad leader."

"Huh?" The frustration of being rejected one after another suddenly calmed down, and Sui Yi approached him and asked.

"I've been thinking...for a long time, but I still don't know what I want to do." Bai Yan blinked and closed his eyes uncontrollably, "No one has taught me that kind of long-term planning, so...I also answered. I can't come up, but if there's something I really want to do, I'd like to open a studio for you here."

Bai Yan stretched out his hand and pointed randomly to a place outside the car, and Sui Yi caught a glimpse of a huge No. 89, hugging him through his down jacket.