Crossover Actors [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 40

    Qu Yanting's studio is called "Smoke and Clouds on Paper", which is taken from a poem by Ji Yun, "Thousands of life's hard work is done, and the smoke and clouds on the paper are too much."

    The studio is located in a villa area. For comfort and convenience, Qu Yanting used the vacant private property for office work, saving even the rent.

    After the meeting in the morning, Qu Yanting was reviewing the manuscript in the room on the second floor. It was a book that needed to be edited.

    Words are the most tormenting, unknowingly consume most of the day. Qu Yanting moved her cervical spine, walked out of the house with an empty cup in her hand, and walked to the railing of the spiral staircase to look at the living room on the first floor.

    Including Yu Nan, a total of four people are busy. The other three, Yao Baiqing, Dong He, and Peng Yueran, are all screenwriters. Qu Yanting seldom engages in management, and usually does not require everyone to come to the studio to "sit on duty", and only recognizes the results of work.

    Thinking of Ren Shu's concern, Qu Yanting stroked the railing and asked, "Yu Nan, is Qiao Bian here?" The

    four of them raised their heads at the same time. Yu Nan reported it in the car yesterday, and Qiao Bian mentioned it himself in the morning meeting, but he knew Qu Yanting Turning a deaf ear to all social events, he replied: "The film media summit will be held tonight, and Qiao Zhiwen has gone to get his hair done."

    Such events are all attended by Qiao Zhibian on behalf of Qu Yanting. He nodded and had to let Ren Shu hang out for another night.

    Outside the window, the sun was about to slant westward, so Qu Yanting collected his manuscript and took a step ahead of the evening rush hour. I drove here in the morning, the autumn and winter in the north are windy, and the car body is covered with a layer of dust.

    The Bentley slid out of the garage. Qu Yanting enjoyed the feeling of driving very much. Sitting alone in the closed compartment with the steering wheel in hand, he felt at ease and at ease, and he could refuse calls on the grounds that "it is inconvenient to make calls while driving".

    Qu Yanting went to wash the car first, then went home to bathe and feed the cat, cook and eat, the daily life process for many years. This was the day he dreamed of when he was young. It was enough to have enough food and clothing, and no one to bully him.     But now, he was waiting for the dishwasher to finish running in front of the cooking counter, just standing there, for one second, two seconds, in the slight sound, there was a trace of unspeakable emptiness.

    It seems that after tasting delicious delicacies, I feel an inevitable gap after returning to simple tea and light meals.

    Qu Yanting suppressed this feeling and went back to the study to continue reviewing manuscripts. Once faced with densely packed square characters, he could temporarily forget everything.

    He was slender, sitting cross-legged in a large leather armchair, holding Commander Huang in his arms, and spent two hours concentrating on it.

    The mobile phone in silent mode turned on the screen, and the caller ID showed "Teacher Zeng Zhen". Qu Yanting rubbed Commander Huang, a little hard, Commander Huang grinned and meowed.

    After flashing for a moment, Qu Yanting picked it up and swipe to answer: "Teacher?"

    Zeng Zhen was attending the film media summit, and editor Qiao greeted him, and after a few chats, he lowered his voice: "Xiao Ting, I heard that you came back from Chongqing ?”