Rose Manor

After the afternoon filming, it was still very early. Shen Jia Nian took the bus home. The sun was shining brightly at the window seat, and the blue curtain hung down to block the strong sunlight.

The air conditioner was blowing in the carriage, and because it was the weekend, there were many people and it seemed noisy.

Shen Jia Nian put headphones into his ears and opened the music software on his phone to listen to music.

After getting off the car near Jade Tianfu, it took about ten minutes to walk to the villa area. Shen Jianian took out the sun umbrella from his bag, opened it to cover his head, and took off one of his headphones.

A message alert came from the phone, Shen Jianian paused the music and checked WeChat.

It was director Wu Heng who drew her into the crew's WeChat group. The filming of the film is currently in the second half. If everything goes well, it will be completed by the end of this month.

Shen Jianian flipped through the previous historical news. There was nothing particularly important, so he put away his phone.

Back at the villa, Zhou Ruo was nowhere to be seen in the living room or kitchen. She must have been out with other wives. She hooked her fingers on the chain of her bag and dragged her tired steps upstairs.

As soon as he reached the stair step, he heard footsteps coming up. Shen Jianian looked up and saw that it was Pei Che coming down.

He dressed casually at home, a white pullover shirt made of cotton and linen, with only two buttons on the chest and unbuttoned, the sleeves rolled up loosely to his forearms, and oatmeal-colored trousers underneath.

"Why do you look so tired?" Pei Che hurried downstairs wearing sandals, stood in front of her, and brushed away the sweat-stained hair from her cheeks with his fingers, "Is the orchestra so busy?"

Little did Shen Jia Nian know that filming is a tiring job, no less strenuous than doing strenuous exercise, because the emotional exhaustion will be directly reflected on the body.

"Actually... I'm not busy with the orchestra." When Pei Che called her, she was on the set. It was not very convenient to explain, so she didn't tell the truth. Now she confessed, "I went to film."

Pei Che took the bag from her hand and followed her upstairs. Hearing this, he paused: "Is this the kind of filming I thought about?"

"To be precise, it's a movie." Shen Jianian said, "The director is friends with our manager, and he was short of a cellist role, so he approached me. The manager usually takes good care of me, so I can't argue with her. "

"Has filming started yet?"

"Well, my role is very small and can be filmed in a few days. Otherwise, I wouldn't agree."

Shen Jianian will accept this matter for Yan Hong's sake, but if the matter itself is beyond her tolerance, she will not force herself.

Pushing open the door to the room, Shen Jia Nian sat on the sofa, relaxed and leaned back on the back of the sofa.

After a long while, without hearing Pei Che's voice, Shen Jianian straightened his head. Pei Che hung her bag on the floor hanger, poured a glass of cold water and handed it to her hand.

Shen Jianian held the cup and drank more than half of the glass of water. Without looking away from his face, she licked the water stains on her lips and said, "You don't agree with my filming?"

"I don't disagree." Pei Che raised the corner of his mouth slightly, showing no displeasure at all, "As long as you like it."

"I don't like it very much either. I feel uncomfortable in front of the camera." Shen Jianian put the cup on the coffee table and patted the sofa with both hands idly. "The director said you just get used to it, I don't know. When will I get used to it?"

"Don't make yourself too tired," Pei Che said.

"I know." Shen Jianian suddenly thought of something, "Hey, where is my mobile phone?"

As she spoke, she stood up, remembered that her phone was in her bag, ran to the clothes rack, found her phone from her bag, and showed Pei Che the news that she had saved in the screenshot at noon: "I have great news for you. Yan Qiusheng will hold a solo concert in Beicheng on the 16th next month!"

Shen Jianian's tone was excited, and his eyes lit up with joy.

Pei Che knew that she admired Yan Qiusheng very much and that Yan Qiusheng had been her idol since childhood, but she forgot that she had been Yan Qiusheng's apprentice for a long time.

Shen Jianian's attention was on the screenshot on her phone, and she didn't see Pei Che's eyes darken for a moment. She said to herself, "I have written down the date of the ticket sale in the memo."

Pei Che felt as if there was a ball of cotton stuck in his chest. He took a deep breath and tried to make himself less nervous: "You have decided to go to Beicheng to watch the concert?"

"Of course!" After Shen Jianian finished speaking, he suddenly realized something, took the phone away from his eyes, looked at his face, and said with a slight hesitation, "You...don't you want me to go?"

This was not the first time she had felt like this. Pei Che didn't seem to like her going to Beicheng, as if there were wild beasts there that would hurt her.

The last time she returned to Beicheng, she went to the cemetery to pay homage to her parents. Pei Che was very nervous and stayed with her the whole time, not allowing her to go alone.That time they didn't even have a meal in Beicheng and returned to Jiangcheng after worshiping.In fact, she would rather stay in Beicheng, where she was born and grew up, and where she has so many beautiful memories. Maybe she will remember something after staying there for a long time.

At this moment, Pei Che squeezed her fingers, with the same gentle smile on his lips: "No, you can go if you want."

Shen Jianian showed a relaxed expression.

She likes Pei Che. They grew up together and have always had a good relationship and have never had a fight.Pei Che also likes her. She can feel that he has deep feelings for her and does not like her in an ordinary way, so he puts her first in everything, takes care of her, tolerates her, and accommodates her.

In her imagination, when he returns to China after graduation, they will get engaged first, and then get married in the presence of their two elders and countless relatives and friends, reaping full happiness.

She didn't know when her feelings for Pei Che started to change. She couldn't tell what was different.

Pei Che felt like she had a lot of things hidden in her heart and was very tired.

Shen Jianian could only attribute it to the fact that she had lost part of her memory and there was a gap in her feelings for him, so there were subtle changes.

"Do you want me to help you get tickets?" Pei Che's words brought Shen Jianian back from his thoughts.

She nodded, curved her lips and said, "I was just going to tell you this. Yan Qiusheng has been retired for so many years. Once he comes out, it will be very difficult to get tickets. It shouldn't be possible for me to do it alone."

Pei Che smiled: "Whenever it goes on sale, I'll help you grab it then."

Shen Jianian sent him a screenshot of the date he wrote in the memo.

*
The next morning, the crew went to a local theater in Jiangcheng to film Shen Jianian's highlight.

Although it is the highlight, there is no pressure for Shen Jianian. He only needs to complete one song on the stage.

Because it is a performance in the play, you need to change into corresponding performance clothes. The crew prepared a dress in advance. It is a light blue satin dress. There are multiple layers of gauze in the skirt to support the slightly puffy curvature. The front hem is The length just covers the instep, and the back swing touches the ground.The thin shoulder straps on both sides are decorated with pearls, and there is also a circle of pearls on the waist. The back is designed with straps, and the overall style is gorgeous and retro.

Shen Jianian put it on and was praised by the director for looking like a girl stepping out of an oil painting.

On the side, the screenwriting teacher said: "I think it's a Disney princess!"

Shen Jia Nian's hair was permed from long and straight black to wavy and curled. She wore a diamond headband and her makeup was appropriately light and dark, neither too exaggerated nor too light.

Shen Jianian walked onto the stage with his cello. Under the stage were the crew and extras who were invited to serve as the audience.

Director Wu Heng walked to the stage from the side steps and told Shen Jianian about the play, which was similar to what he said yesterday: "According to your usual performance state." After a pause, he explained to her in advance, "It may have to be played more than twice. , which is convenient for me to edit later.”

Shen Jianian nodded: "Understood."

The leading actor Gu Chongli is already in the audience, and his dress today is still so youthful.The heroine Zhao Shunyi also came, wearing a light blue dress, the same color as Shen Jia Nian, but the style of the dress is more everyday.

After the filming officially started, Shen Jianian sat on a chair and played the cello gracefully and freely according to the script.This was a field she was familiar with. She was immersed in it and her posture was particularly relaxed.

At a certain moment, she looked far away and met the eyes of Gu Chongli in the audience. A slight smile appeared on the corners of her slightly pursed lips. It was not so obvious. Others might not notice it. Only that person understood it - it was like this in the script written.

At this second, the same scene flashed through Shen Jianian's mind. She was playing the cello on the stage, and there was a man sitting in the audience watching her.

She subconsciously thought it was Pei Che, because when she was in college, during a performance, Pei Che flew back from abroad to see her and gave her a big surprise.

Vaguely, the man had a calm and mature temperament, but he didn't look like Pei Che.

Shen Jianian tried hard to clear away the fog lingering in his brain, trying to see the man's face clearly.

"Cut!"

The director took the loudspeaker to call a stop and dragged Shen Jianian back to the real world.

Shen Jianian looked at the director with a stunned expression. Wu Heng's tone was gentle: "Are you distracted? You didn't grasp your emotions very well just now. Try it again." The director made a few gestures in the air with his hand, "Look at Chongli. That look was pretty good and could be kept, but then it kind of fell apart.”