Chapter 35: Instead of painting landscapes, flowers and birds, I paint her.

A few days later, Shen Zhiyi officially joined the crew. Before she came, the crew had already been filming other characters' scenes, so they concentrated her scenes together. Therefore, they had to rush for the next few days. Fortunately, she had a deep grasp of the script and the filming went smoothly.

After taking one take, Meng Fansheng discussed the lines he had just taken with the screenwriter. At this time, the lunch he ordered arrived, but the person who came with the delivery man was Wang Feifei.

She took the initiative to greet everyone and said with a smile, "We, Zhiyi, have treated the crew to lunch today. Zhiyi has little experience, so please take care of her."

It's not uncommon for actors to treat others, but when some people saw the logo on the lunch box and recognized that it was a private chef who never did delivery, they immediately realized how valuable this lunch was and thanked with a smile.

The dish served to Shen Zhiyi was different from the others. As soon as she saw the dish, she knew it was cooked by the cook from Huating. She looked at Wang Feifei in confusion.

Wang Feifei blinked and explained in a low voice, "That person arranged it. Your lunch was delivered from Hua Ting."

"He really cares about you. He even takes care of things like treating the crew to dinner. Or does he have a reliable secretary?"

Wang Feifei was chatting casually, and the speaker was unintentional but the listener was intentional. Shen Zhiyi also felt that Pei Yu was too concerned about her - there were many such things, one was accidental, two were just a spur of the moment thing, but now there were so many details that it was hard for her not to think too much.

The thought came to an abrupt end halfway through. Perhaps, just as Wang Feifei said, these things were actually arranged by Secretary Qin.

If so, is Secretary Qin so skilled and thoughtful because he has done it many times?
With his chopsticks hanging in the air, Shen Zhiyi suddenly found it difficult to eat and decided not to think about it any further.

After spending most of the day on the set, Director Meng invited everyone to a dinner in the evening as a welcome party for Shen Zhiyi, after all, she was unable to come on the day the crew started filming.

Although they only worked together for one day, seeing is believing, and everyone's opinion of Shen Zhiyi changed - after all, they are just colleagues, and isn't a colleague who is worry-free a good colleague?

The dinner lasted until late at night, and the atmosphere in the box was particularly lively. This was the first time that she was not excluded by others, and a faint smile appeared on Shen Zhiyi's face - not that the crew members she had worked with before were so mean, but mainly because she was tied to Huo Heng at that time, rumors were flying everywhere, and many people looked at her with tinted glasses. In addition, she did not have many roles and did not have time to get to know each other, so she was just an acquaintance with everyone.

"Zhiyi, there is a dinner party next door. Song Ran asked me to invite you over to play. Are you going?"

Shen Zhiyi didn't answer immediately. The actress nodded in understanding, "Then I'll push it for you and say you can't leave."

She smiled and said, "Thank you."

The actress waved her hands to indicate that it was nothing. After a while, she came back with a bad look on her face. "Is Song Ran drunk? Why is she cursing at people randomly? She must be sick."

As a result, not long after, Song Ran really came over and acted crazy while drunk, and her friends couldn't stop her.

"Shen Zhiyi, come out."

Everyone in the box looked over. Meng Fansheng had gone back to the hotel to rest as he was old. The deputy director came out to support the situation and wanted to smooth things over when he saw that something was not right.

Not wanting to implicate others, Shen Zhiyi stood up and said, "Let's talk outside."

They didn't walk far, just stood in the corridor. Song Ran was probably really drunk, so she didn't pretend and asked directly, "Did you complain to Mr. Qin?"

"what?"

Shen Zhiyi didn't realize who Mr. Qin was referring to.

"Qin Fangru!"

Song Ran took a puff of her cigarette and said irritably, "Xu Zhouxing was beaten into the hospital by his father! I heard that it was because of the impact on the business. How much business can a young man like him affect? ​​Didn't you complain to Qin Fangru to deliberately make trouble for him?"

It's this kind of thing again. Shen Zhiyi really feels that she is doomed to be cursed. Why does every bad thing involve her?

"Song Ran, do you know what you are talking about?"

Song Ran was silent for a while, then cursed angrily, "He suspended my card! It's not enough for him to go to the hospital, but he also found someone to bully me. He took it out on me!"

That meant that he hadn't been beaten enough. Shen Zhiyi was too lazy to find out what happened to Xu Zhouxing. She warned Song Ran, "Neither you nor Xu Zhouxing has anything to do with me. Don't bother me." "Then tell me," Song Ran looked at her intently, "Is Qin Fangru the man behind you?"

"Do you know what this is for?"

Shen Zhiyi looked at her calmly, "Want to be exposed? Or do you think that if I can hook up with Qin Fangru, you can too?"

Seeing through her, Song Ran stopped pretending and laughed until she was shaking, "The latter, I'm not any worse than you, am I?"

Don't those people play with women just for the sake of novelty? If Shen Zhiyi can do it, then so can she.

Shen Zhiyi also laughed, but it was a mocking laugh, "You and Xu Xia are indeed from the same group."

Even the ideas and practices are the same.

Song Ran was stunned, "What do you mean?"

Why are you talking about Xu Xia suddenly?

Shen Zhiyi didn't want to talk more. "Song Ran, I don't have a good temper either. No matter what you do, don't provoke me, okay?"

Her eyes were calm, her posture was indifferent, and her tone was not sharp, but Song Ran regretted it and sobered up.

"……sorry."

Shen Zhiyi walked around her and returned to the private room, smiling at everyone who was looking over, "Would you like more food?"

They played until most people were drunk, and then they ended the party. Xiao Dong wanted to take her back to the residential area where she rented a house. Shen Zhiyi poked her head out from the back seat and said, "Let's go back to Hua Ting."

The journey was time-consuming and inconvenient, but she still wanted to go back to Huating.

It was indeed very late when they arrived at Huating. After washing up, Shen Zhiyi was so sleepy that he could not even open his eyes. He went to the kitchen to drink a glass of water. When he went upstairs again, he inexplicably opened the door of the master bedroom.

The light in the study was still on. Shen Zhiyi was more curious this time than before. "What are you doing?"

Pei Yu opened his eyes, not expecting her to come over. He was slightly startled before coming back to his senses. He covered the painting with rice paper, went over to hug her, and said, "Draw a few strokes."

His body temperature was high, mixed with a faint scent of agarwood. Shen Zhiyi was hugged by him, and she could naturally reach out to hold his neck, her eyes still looking at the desk, "Is it the same painting you painted at the winery a few days ago?"

"Ah."

Pei Yu walked a few steps towards the bedroom, and realized something was wrong. He lowered his head and met her eyes. She blinked, looking very curious, "What did you draw?"

She liked ink and brushwork, but she didn't expect Pei Yu to be able to do it. Her curiosity was aroused, and she wanted to see whether he painted landscapes or flowers and birds.

Pei Yu pursed his lips as if hesitating, "Want to see it?"

Shen Zhiyi nodded immediately and added, "If I can see it."

"There's nothing you can't see."

Pei Yu held her in his arms and walked back, uncovering the rice paper covering the painting. "It's not finished yet."

The black and white ink painting has simple lines, casting a faint outline on the paper.

It's not landscapes, flowers or birds, it's her that is painted.

(End of this chapter)