Chapter 23

Yeming received a call from Director Sun Shupeng of the *Story of a Return* production team. The next day, he reported to the production team.

The moon was bright, and the stars were sparse.

Standing by the window, Yeming couldn't help but sigh. *Story of a Return* was about to start filming, and he found it hard to calm his excited heart.

A legend was about to unfold.

In his previous life, he could only watch helplessly as these stars of the entertainment industry shone brightly on the high stage.

Finally, there came a day when he could create a new history with these people.

Yeming dared not be late for the production team's report. This was just the beginning, and he couldn't afford to leave a bad impression on the director.

Therefore, although the director said to gather at eight, Yeming arrived early at the starting point.

At seven, on Xiaoxitian Street near the Beijing Film Studio, people were already coming and going. The crowd of people going to work hurried past, and the extras waiting for their chances began to gather in groups to have breakfast. Soy milk and fried dough sticks were the most common breakfast.

Yeming arrived early and hadn't had breakfast. Just as he was thinking about having a simple breakfast, a clear voice called out to him from behind: "Yeming, I didn't expect you to be so early."

Without turning around, Yeming recognized the voice. It was the mischievous little Yanzi, played by Zhao Wei.

Turning around, he saw a delicate face with big eyes, and Zhao Wei was standing there with a smile, hugging her shoulders, carrying a small pink backpack.

Yeming shrugged and said, "Each other, the director told us to report at eight, clearly not arranging breakfast. I think we should find a place to eat first. We have enough time, and it's no problem to arrive by half past seven."

The director told them to report at eight, but they wouldn't be foolish enough to arrive exactly at eight.

At this point, they were just newcomers. Although Zhao Wei's *Sisters and Brothers in Beijing* had already been broadcast, and Yeming had participated in the performance of *The甲方乙方* (The Client and the Contractor), they were still newcomers, just starting to climb the beach.

Only big stars had the right to arrive on time, or even be late.

Newcomers had to keep a low profile.

On the opposite side, a little girl with shoulder-length hair and a floral white dress, with a face that still had a hint of childishness, like a high school student, was standing there, looking around like a child.

It seemed she was directionally challenged.

Zhao Wei quickly waved her hand and said, "Bingbing, Bingbing, here, here, we are here."

The little girl looked at Zhao Wei, and her eyes lit up as if she had found a relative. She skipped over happily.

A tricycle sped past, almost hitting the little girl.

Fortunately, the tricycle driver had excellent skills and swerved at the last moment, narrowly avoiding the little girl. The tricycle left a deep black mark on the road and stopped several meters away.

The driver was unhappy and called out, "Whose unlucky child is this? Not paying attention, running around early in the morning, what if someone gets hurt?"

Zhao Wei quickly pulled the frightened little girl to the side and apologized repeatedly, "Sorry, sir, sorry, sir, it's our fault, my sister didn't see you."

The driver didn't argue but looked at Zhao Wei carefully and said uncertainly, "You are, Zhao Wei, who played Bai Xiaoxue on TV."

Being recognized, Zhao Wei felt a bit elated, but she hadn't yet developed the skill to handle such situations, so she felt a bit embarrassed and said, "I am Zhao Wei, the actress who played Bai Xiaoxue. I didn't expect you to have watched *Sisters and Brothers in Beijing*."

The driver was very happy and laughed, "I don't really like watching TV, but I don't have much time. But my wife likes to watch it every day, and I followed along. Big star, can you sign for me? I'll show it to my wife, and see if she still looks down on me for riding a tricycle."

The driver searched around and took out a work diary, a brown paper notebook that looked like it was used for accounting. After searching for a while, he found a pen, a ballpoint pen wrapped in several layers of newspaper, which could hardly be called a pen.

It seemed this was the first time Zhao Wei encountered a fan, if there was such a term at that time.

Even Yeming, standing beside her, could clearly feel that Zhao Wei's arm was trembling slightly as she signed.

It wasn't the cursive script that even calligraphers might not recognize. That wasn't Zhao Wei's style at the moment.

At this moment, Zhao Wei was very serious, carefully writing her name, as if it were a sacred act.

The driver looked at it, smiled, and put it away, then said, "Where are you going? I'll take you there for free."

Zhao Wei quickly said, "No, no, we're going to find a place to eat. Sir, you go about your business, we won't keep you."

After confirming that Zhao Wei really didn't need his help, the driver hummed a tune and left.

At this moment, Zhao Wei pointed at the little girl and said, "You, this little girl, you're so forgetful, how can I be at ease?"

The little girl obediently pulled Zhao Wei's arm and said in a sweet voice, "Sorry, Sister Wei, I didn't notice. I didn't expect Sister Wei to meet a fan. When will I have my own fans? If one day my fans ask me to sign, even if they line up from Tiananmen to Qianmen, I'll sign for them, non-stop."

The little girl didn't realize that in just a year, her wish would come true, and her fans would almost line up from Tiananmen to Qianmen.

*Story of a Return* was destined to be a miracle.

Zhao Wei pointed at her head and said with a smile, "You, work hard, and there will be a day. But first, you need to be less forgetful. I'll introduce you to a friend."

Without hesitation, she pulled Yeming over and said, "Bingbing, let me introduce you. This is?"

The little girl's eyes lit up immediately, "Yeming, the actor playing Er Kang in the production team. I've already read your profile, and I love your *Rats Love Rice* so much. It's amazing. Brother Ming, you have to teach me how to sing in the future."

As one of the three flowers of *Story of a Return*, she naturally knew the profiles of the cast members very well.

Zhao Wei introduced, "Yeming, this is Fan Bingbing, the actress playing Jin Suo in the production. We will be colleagues in the same production team, and we need to work together."

Yeming nodded and raised a practical issue, "We three are all newcomers and mainland actors. We need to stick together in the production team. The actors from Hong Kong and Taiwan often have a sense of superiority. But now we need to solve a practical problem first. Let's eat. Zhao Wei, Bingbing, what do you want to eat? I'll treat you."

Fan Bingbing jumped up happily, "Great, I know a restaurant on Xiaoxitian Street. The stir-fried pork is excellent, and although the Goubuli baozi are not authentic, they are still very tasty. Let's go there. The production team is so stingy, not even arranging breakfast. How much can they save on a breakfast? So stingy."

It seemed the little girl's little mind was at it again, as if not arranging breakfast had offended her.

Zhao Wei said indifferently, "Aunt Qiongyao's production team isn't short of money. The director must have been busy with other things and forgot."

Yeming, walking at the back, heard this and was startled.

It seemed, unintentionally, a string had been lightly plucked.

He whispered to himself, "That's not necessarily true. Big things have their own difficulties."

*Story of a Return*, if Yeming remembered correctly, started filming on July 18th, but it was only July 11th now, a week away. This week might have been delayed due to funding issues.

Zhao Wei's ears were sharp, and she immediately turned around, eyes wide with curiosity, "Yeming, what did you say? What do you mean by 'big things have their own difficulties'?"

At this moment, even Fan Bingbing, who had been thinking about what to eat for breakfast, shifted her attention.

Yeming quickly waved his hand, "Nothing, nothing. My point is that the production team is so large, and the director can't consider everything. This should be the responsibility of the production staff. In such a large production team, oversights are inevitable. And we newcomers shouldn't be so demanding. Let's go, let's eat. Bingbing, you wanted to eat stir-fried pork, right? I'll let you eat your fill today."

Fan Bingbing jumped up, her long black hair fluttering in the morning sun, revealing a hint of gold.

She pulled Zhao Wei and ran all the way to a home-style restaurant near the Rujin Hotel.

Zhao Wei, being pulled and out of breath, complained, "Bingbing, you little girl, you said you were directionally challenged. How did you remember this restaurant so accurately?"

Fan Bingbing said proudly, "Of course, as long as I find a restaurant I like, I won't forget where it is."

It seemed this wasn't the first time Fan Bingbing had been here. She found a table by the window and called out, "Boss, two servings of stir-fried pork, three steamed buns, and three bowls of millet porridge. Hurry up, hurry up."

This girl was quite efficient, first distributing the chopsticks and muttering, "Sister Wei, Brother Ming, you two don't know, I haven't changed my diet for a week. Every morning, soy milk and fried dough sticks, and every noon, cold skin and steamed buns. Today, I finally get to have a meat meal."

For Fan Bingbing, this was a rare opportunity to indulge.

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