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Chapter 48 "Where Are You"
Chapter 48 "Where Are You"
The day when Bai Yan was finished happened to be the Spring Festival, and Sui Yi happened to go back to his home in Chengnan for New Year's Eve dinner, and the crew ordered dumplings for everyone.
Dumplings are a common filling, and they look like pre-made products in the freezer. Bai Yan is still wearing a high school uniform, holding a box of dumplings, and standing in the corner with a childish face.
Xu Wuyou had a rare chance to come over to chat with him. He was fluent in Chinese and bit down a large dumpling in one bite.
Bai Yan stood and took a few bites before realizing that the other party was standing side by side with him.
"I took a photo of you graduating from college! Congratulations!" Xu Wuyou raised a cup that didn't exist, and the age spots on the back of his hands were obvious.
Bai Yan smiled restrainedly and nodded in thanks.
In fact, Xu Wuyou didn't talk to him very much. Most of the time in the untitled script, he was a one-man silent play, and the assistant director used to let him play it by himself.
Many times, Bai Yan was stunned on the set, and the assistant director called Ka from behind him.
"What do you think of this work?" Xu Wuyou ate another dumpling and asked him in a very written tone.
Bai Yan was stunned and said, "Me?"
"Yes, the filming is over, how do you feel?" Xu Wuyou said.
"...Actually, it doesn't feel real." Bai Yan told the truth and smiled: "I feel like I didn't do anything, it just passed."
Xu Wuyou nodded and said, "Life is like this."
Bai Yan looked at him and said nothing.
The headlights in the shed were turned off one after another, leaving only a few illuminating lights, which became a little desolate.
"It's said in Chinese." Xu Wuyou added, "Youth, that's the word."
Bai Yan nodded and said, "Yes."
"Youth is like this." Xu Wuyou said cheerfully, "I haven't done anything, I haven't figured out anything yet, so it's over."
Xu Wuyou waited for a while, but did not hear Bai Yan's voice.
Bai Yan was in a trance, as if looking at the distance a little drowsily, standing blankly without speaking.
The temperature in the recording studio gradually dropped, and the dry and cold smell of winter in the north permeated the air. The yawning staff went in and out to clean up their things, and the tangled wires were cleaned up little by little.
The iron door was opened, and a large square cake was placed in the cart. It was a specially customized finishing cake.
You Cheng walked in with the cart, wearing a thin coat and no mask.
"Happy New Year." You Cheng greeted everyone with a strong sense of presence, and asked the staff around him to share the cake for everyone.
Bai Yan ate a belly of dumplings, but still took the cake from the field attendant. After you finished chatting with the people around him, he walked over quietly.
"Xiao Bai?" You Cheng raised his eyebrows, in a good mood.
"Are you here on New Year's Eve?" Bai Yan took a bite of the cake, the cream was very icy.
"Come here to pay my respects." You Cheng lowered his voice, "Xu Wuyou's next play, I think I will fight for it too."
"I wish you well." Bai Yan said sincerely.
You Cheng hesitated for a few seconds and asked, "What about you? Why have I never seen you run a group?"
"Running group?" Bai Yan paused.
"You've filmed this, and it's not easy to find a film. Why have I never seen you go to the crew for an interview? You should also consider your own development in the future, right?" hot water.
Bai Yan looked at him, You Cheng's lips were very gray, a sign that he was not in good health.
"I didn't think about it." Bai Yan said.
"I haven't figured it out yet, why don't you sign a company and I'll recommend it to you." You Cheng's hands were red with cold, and he patted Bai Yan's shoulder.
The big iron door of the recording studio was pushed open again, and the biting wind came in through the crack in the second half of the night.
You Cheng shrank his neck, and the staff next to him took a scarf larger than a bed sheet and wrapped it around his neck.
"Forget it." Bai Yan refused hesitantly, "I don't know if I'm suitable, so don't bother you."
"No trouble!" You Cheng was a little helpless, "You're about to graduate, you should think about yourself."
Bai Yan glanced at him and shook his head.
"Hey, a big celebrity like me can't stand my friends like this. If you think about it, tell me, okay?" You Cheng persuaded him, "Is this the head office?"
"Thank you." Bai Yan nodded at him.
"Actually, you can do anything else if you want." You Cheng thought thoughtfully, "Didn't you plan to study filmmaking before? You can go for further studies. You can do post-production or make a film. You have to think about it. madeβ¦β¦"
Bai Yan interrupted him abruptly: "Is there anyone who writes songs and sings?"
"Ah?" You Cheng was stunned. "The theme song? This is usually done by music studios. I remember that Suiyi can write songs. You don't want to work for Suiyi, right?"
Bai Yan curled his fingers and nodded stiffly.
There was a bit of envy on You Cheng's face, and he clicked his tongue twice: "It's really touching comradeship."
Bai Yan lowered his head and stopped talking.
"Well, as the only insider, I'll pay attention to him." After You Cheng sighed, his expression became serious again.
"If the person I like wants to help me, I might cry." You Cheng joked, making a crying expression.
Bai Yan was in a panic, smiled and said nothing.
The untitled filming ended without warning, the studio had exceeded the lease period, and before the cream cake was divided, the equipment used for the filming was shipped out of the iron gate.
At that time, the director group who came to cast the roles with great vigour and vigour went abroad one after another before shooting, leaving only Xu Wuyou and the youngest apprentice stationed in the suburbs of Beijing.
Bai Yan caught the night bus and went back to the school, but missed the dinner scheduled in the morning. The tour group visited the final final banquet, recorded a few videos and sent it to him, and it was considered a participation.
Because Sun Xiaoxiao withdrew from the group halfway, and several leading actors were all unpopular students, there was almost no final report without a title.
Bai Yan's first film ended as quietly as his college life.
On the first day of the new year, he slept until almost noon for the first time. When Bai Yan woke up, the noon sun was directly facing the bed outside the balcony, which was too dazzling.
Sui Yi has returned to the dormitory, sitting with her back to the bed, with a few pages of paper on the table as usual.
Bai Yan suddenly felt some loneliness for no reason, from Sui Yi's dejected back.
The lamp on the desk was still on, emitting a faint glow, which was barely noticeable compared to the sunlight outside. Sui Yi was immersed in her own world and drew a few lines with a pencil with a dull tip.
Looking from the upper bunk, the notes in the first few rows were painted black. Bai Yan made some noise from the quilt and asked softly, "Are you back?"
Sui Yi hummed, without turning her head, leaning her body weight on the back of the chair.
The noon bell rang on the campus, drifting leisurely in the dormitory area where no one was around, Sui Yi stood up from the table, and drew the dark curtains above the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Not long after the senior year began, the class instructor who had been missing for more than two years re-entangled with Sui Yi, and pushed the task of urging the students to prepare for their graduation defense again to him.
Suiyi has been busier than the past two years, most of the time in the dormitory, she is very silent, and she will run out when she answers the phone.
But this is just the feeling of Bai Yan.
By the end of the summer, it was no longer difficult for the dormitory to not turn on the air conditioner. Sui Yi answered a half-minute phone call, and then went out with her mobile phone: "I'll go to the Academic Affairs Office."
Bai Yan watched him go out, blinked a few times, and ran to Suiyi's table with a little guilt, and picked up the sheet music that he couldn't understand, some were just crumpled, some were painted black with pencils, Some were punctured by the nib of the pen and nothing could be seen.
He watched silently for a while, sighed for a few minutes at the table, and picked up the backpacks and packed them one by one.
Li Shen was a little surprised when he saw Bai Yan, but he still pulled out a stool to welcome him.
Bai Yan sat down, smiled reluctantly, and called him politely.
Li Shen was stunned for a while. He had seen Bai Yan very few times, and he hadn't seen him for about half a year. He had never seen his expression before. He felt a little disappointed in his anxiety. After thinking about it for a while, he could still feel it. A little aggrieved.
"What's wrong?" The bar was turned into a cafe during the day, and Li Shen brought him a glass of water from a coffee cup.
"Brother Li." Bai Yan imitated what others called him. "It's just that there are some things that Sui Yi has made during this period of time. He has always felt bad. I brought it here. Can you help him take a look."
There was a flash of confusion on Li Shen's face until Bai Yan handed over a few pieces of paper.
When Sui Yi wrote the draft, the handwriting was very scribbled, scribbling in four directions, looking very impatient.
"I don't really understand." Bai Yan thought about it for a long time and finally said, "But I think he only contacts you, so..."
Li Shen sighed, with a little regret in his eyes: "I will help him take a look."
Bai Yan lowered his eyes and was relieved when he heard that he put the accent on the word gang, and the panic and confusion on his face were lessened.
"But now many people who are engaged in music like to open their own accounts, you ask him to open one and upload these things." Li Shen touched his hands and took out a cigarette case from his pocket: "I told him before that he I don't want to do it, I think it's really useful for you to persuade him."
With a cigarette in his mouth, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, pointed to the icons of several of the software, and said vaguely: "Now we old men who sell singers don't like it, we just like young children and do our best It's also very strong."
Bai Yan nodded to himself, his eyes stayed on his screen.
"I'll give him all of these." Li Shen folded the things that Bai Yan brought over as if he were putting away a stack of cards, "Next time you ask him to come and fetch it himself, are you still learning how to arrange music? "
"Okay." Bai Yan held the coffee cup, his joints turning white in the late summer heat, "Thank you, Brother Li."
A semi-subterranean bar with poor ventilation is not suitable for a cafe. All afternoon, the door is empty, and the taste of the bar alcohol has even changed the aroma of coffee beans. Bai Yan borrowed the unstable wireless network and downloaded a few software.
Just after seven o'clock, the ambient light in the bar was turned on, and Shengsheng found a little charm in the evening sunset.
"Xiao Bai." Li Shen didn't know when he had a glass of beer in his hand, "Is it okay to call you that?"
When Bai Yan remembered coming and going here in the past, Li Shen always called him Suiyi's little boyfriend with the bartender, and his ears turned red unnaturally: "It's all right, you can do whatever you want."
Li Shen laughed: "I don't want it, I don't want it, Suiyi is yours."
Bai Yan choked, red from the tip of his ears to his cheeks.
"Go back to school quickly." Li Shen took a gulp of beer, "I won't leave you until the evening when Sui Yi is not here."
Bai Yan looked at him a little confused.
Li Shengan laughed twice and pointed to the time on his phone: "Look, there will be no subway back to school in four hours."
After Bai Yan tossed the last software, he stood up and carried his schoolbag.
"Be careful!" Li Shen waved the beer bottle in his hand and watched him go out.
Climb up the steps outside the bar and cross a narrow path to the subway station in ten minutes.
The temperature has dropped, and Bai Yan's calf is swaying in the wind, a little unnoticeable cold.
He hung his head and filled in the information, and then passed on a picture of the plane tree outside the dormitory as his profile picture.
Most of Suiyi's songs are half-finished, and there is always some dialogue at the beginning and end.
Bai Yan passed on it a few times and listened to it for a while. Suiyi called Teacher Li Shen in high school and when she first entered college, and later became Brother Li, and her voice changed slightly.
He squeezed into the crowd with his headphones in, and the slightly rough sound quality isolated the noisy environment.
There were two new emails on the phone. Bai Yan squeezed by the car window and opened the mailbox in the roar.
The first one is a message that Sui Yi sent to the whole class, explaining the requirements for selecting a graduation topic.
The second letter, from the untitled crew, is a statement of the end of the filming, with Bai Yan's remuneration marked in US dollars at the end.
Bai Yan was stunned for a while, and after a bit of conversion, he got an unexpected number.
An idea jumped into his mind without warning.
It jumped so fast that Bai Yan was a little flustered. He flipped through some websites and found a few reliable intermediary numbers.
Before he could save the phone, Suiyi's number flashed on the screen.
"Hello?" Bai Yan's voice was vague in the shoulder-to-shoulder carriage.
"Where are you?" Suiyi's voice was hoarse and sounded very bad.
The signal was very weak, and Bai Yan could only catch his intermittent voice.
"I have something to do when I go out, I'll be back right away." Bai Yan covered her phone, trying to cover her voice in.
Sui Yi's tone relaxed a bit, but she still asked, "Where are you now?"
"There are still twelve stations on the subway." Bai Yan glanced at the stop sign.
"Okay." After Sui Yi finished speaking, the receiver was filled with the noise from the subway operation.
The two stayed in nonexistent silence for a while before Sui Yi hung up the phone.
The subway entrance is still a food stall that has not changed in four years, and the air smells of fried food and low-quality saccharin.
Bai Yan got down from the steps of the subway entrance, walked forward with a heavy footstep, and was stopped when he passed the notice board that the lamp tube had been scrapped.
"Xiao Bai." Sui Yi stood in the blind spot of the street lamp, looking at him without emotion.
Bai Yan raised his head, his expression was a little confused, but he walked in front of him subconsciously.
"Come to pick you up." Sui Yi looked at him for a while and said calmly.