Chapter 4

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A week after receiving the script, Xia Xingcheng officially joined the crew.

On the plane ride there, Xia Xingcheng reread the script over and over again. He couldn’t hide the tension in his heart. On one hand, he was nervous about the film’s three intimate scenes, and on the other hand, it was the first time that he would be working with a big-name director and actor.

On the night of his arrival at the filming site, Xia Xingcheng had dinner with the entire crew. Yang Youming had yet to arrive, saying that his flight was scheduled a little later.

He Zheng didn’t talk much, but he was fond of smoking. Never once did he put down his cigarette during the meal. He also didn’t speak a word to Xia Xingcheng about the movie either.

That night, Xia Xingcheng had had a drink, and he went back to his hotel room feeling tipsy.

When the elevator reached the floor he was staying at, he exited alone, his sneakers hardly making a sound on the corridor’s carpet.

The corridor’s lights weren’t great. A wall lamp hung at a distance, and layer upon layer of warm lights stained everything and made it hazy.

Then, Xia Xingcheng saw a man standing in the corridor ahead.

At first, he could only make out a silhouette of a tall and slender man, a suitcase by his legs.

When he came closer, the man’s side profile gradually became clearer in the dim lighting. His nose was crooked, his eyebrows deep, his eyelashes long and thick, and they fluttered slightly when he blinked. It was a beautiful side profile that was able to attract everyone’s attention.

If Xia Xingcheng didn’t know him, just by looking at his face, he would surely assume that the owner was no more than 30 years old at most—but he knew better. This man was Yang Youming, the man whom he’d been watching from afar, and this was the first time he had a chance to approach him and seriously introduce himself.

Xia Xingcheng subconsciously clenched his hands as he walked towards Yang Youming.

Yang Youming turned and saw him.

Xia Xingcheng said, “Hello, Ming ge. I’m Xia Xingcheng.” He felt as if his voice was trembling, and when he saw Yang Youming looking at him, he was momentarily at a loss.

Yang Youming smiled faintly. The smile was very shallow, only the corners of his eyes seemingly curved. He extended a hand towards Xia Xingcheng, “Hello.”

Xia Xingcheng quickly grasped his hand. While he felt that Yang Youming’s palm was dry and warm, his own palm was exuding a thin layer of sweat. He shook hands with Yang Youming a bit uncomfortably, and once they let go of each other’s hands, he said, “I admire you very much. From when I debuted till now, I’ve always admired you. It’s a great honour to have the opportunity to work with you.”

Yang Youming nodded. “Likewise, I’m honoured too.”

Xia Xingcheng couldn’t quite tell from Yang Youming’s tone whether he was being sincere or perfunctory. At that moment, he felt the wine that he’d drank earlier rush to his head, and his cheeks and eyes were slightly hot. He wanted to say something to Yang Youming, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn’t speak.

Yang Youming asked him, “Did you drink?”

Xia Xingcheng nodded confusedly.

Yang Youming said, “Then go to bed early and I’ll see you on set tomorrow.” With that, he opened the door of the room, nodded to Xia Xingcheng, and walked in with his suitcase.

Xia Xingcheng walked forward in a daze, and after a while, he heard the soft sound of the door closing behind him. He stopped and looked back, and saw that the corridor was empty, leaving him alone.

Back in his room, Xia Xingcheng laid down on the bed.

After a while, Huang Jixin came by to help him unpack his luggage. “I hired an assistant to take care of you during filming.”

Xia Xingcheng raised his hand to cover his face and asked, “A man or a woman?”

Huang Jixin said, “It’s a man. It’ll be more convenient to get in and out of your room.”

Xia Xingcheng was silent. After a while, the cellphone he had placed on the nightstand to charge rang, and he turned his head and stared at the screen for a long time.

Huang Jixin felt strange. He came over and saw that the caller ID was Xiao Yu, and playfully asked Xia Xingcheng, “Why aren’t you answering?”

Xia Xingcheng was silent for a moment and said, “Forget it.” He waited until the ringing stopped, not answering Xiao Yu’s call.

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