lcionline Chapter 79 New Year's Eve
Chapter 79 New Year's Eve
Lunar New Year's eve.
Outside the window, the cold winter rain of Shanghai was pattering against the glass.
Lin An's room was on the top floor and was the largest suite in the entire hotel.
The outer room serves as both a living room and a study, furnished with a dark gray fabric sofa, a glass coffee table, and a desk piled high with storyboard drafts.
At this moment, every available space to sit—on the sofa, chairs, and carpet—was occupied.
Shen Teng and Deng Chao occupied the prime spot in the very center of the sofa, each sitting on half of it, neither willing to give way.
Qiao Zhenyu didn't want to compete with the two of them, so he sat quietly in the corner of the sofa.
Gao Lu and Dong Xuan squeezed together at the other end of the sofa, covered with the thin blanket they had brought all the way from Beijing to Shanghai, each clutching a handful of sunflower seeds.
Chen Shu sat in a swivel chair in front of her desk, her legs crossed, her posture upright, holding a cup of hot water in her hands.
Lin Cong sat on the floor next to the radiator, holding a thermos in his hand, thoroughly enjoying himself.
"Why do you have to come to my room?" Lin An complained.
Lin Cong took a sip of hot water, shrugged, and said:
"Your room is the biggest."
Gao Lu raised her hand and said, "And it's very warm!"
"..." Lin An felt inexplicably guilty.
If I'd known, I wouldn't have used the [drying light] to heat the room... Lin An coughed and looked at Lin Cong:
"Doesn't someone need to keep an eye on the film set?"
Lin Cong waved his hand and said, "Your furniture isn't available on the market at all; you'll need to order it from Guangzhou. It won't be possible in less than a week or two." (Note 1)
"..." Lin An felt even more guilty.
As we were talking, the Spring Festival Gala had already begun.
The opening song and dance were incredibly lively, with red, green, and yellow colors filling the screen with festive cheer.
"What kind of rubbish is that?" Shen Teng asked, cracking sunflower seeds as he offered his comment.
"Exactly, she doesn't sing as well as I do," Deng Chao chimed in.
"Shameless... Are all comedians this confident?" Lin An thought to himself as he got up and walked towards the bedroom.
He had seen the list of programs for this year's Spring Festival Gala, and apart from "Selling Crutches" and "Taking an Inch and Wanting a Mile," he wasn't really looking forward to anything.
"Aren't you going to watch it?" Qiao Zhenyu asked.
Lin An waved his hand, not turning his head, and said:
"Take a nap first. Call me when Zhao Benshan's skit comes on."
Qiao Zhenyu thought about what had happened in the past few days and nodded in agreement.
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Lin An had just lain down when his phone rang.
He reached over and saw the caller ID: Gao Yuanyuan.
"Feed".
"Happy New Year."
Gao Yuanyuan's voice came through the receiver, with a hint of laughter, but the background noise was very loud.
"The same to you."
Lin An rolled over and pulled the blanket up a bit. "On set?"
"Yeah, just finished work."
Gao Yuanyuan's voice softened a bit, "It's freezing cold in the studio when we're filming night scenes."
Lin An hummed in response but did not reply.
He wasn't really interested in developing feelings for married women.
Being a traitor like Cao Cao is not so easy.
"Are all the crew members with you?" Gao Yuanyuan asked.
"They're all here, it's crowded in the living room. Shen Teng and Deng Chao are fighting over the sofa, they're about to start a fight," Lin An said.
Gao Yuanyuan chuckled, then fell silent.
"That's good," she said.
Lin An sensed the unfinished part of that sentence, but he didn't want to ask, so he changed the subject:
"How's it going over there? Is everything going smoothly?"
"good."
Gao Yuanyuan paused for a moment, "It's just a period drama set in the Republican era. You wear cheongsams and speak lines. It's not difficult at all."
"That's good," Lin An said.
Gao Yuanyuan sensed the weariness in his voice, so she didn't say anything more, just said "Happy New Year" and ended the call.
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The crew of "My Life".
Gao Yuanyuan hung up the phone, and the call interface on the screen automatically returned to the homepage.
She stared at the group photo on the screen for two seconds before turning her phone over and placing it face down on her lap.
The light on the makeup mirror was still on, and the face in the mirror was pale from the cold.
She rubbed her hands together, stood up from the chair, and pushed open the door to the dressing room.
There were hardly any people left in the studio, and the lighting technician was standing on a ladder, removing the last spotlight.
Most of the folding chairs in the rest area had been folded up, leaving only a few in the corner, where Gao Yong sat.
He was wearing a dark blue cotton coat, his legs crossed, leisurely flipping through an academic journal.
Gao Yuanyuan walked over, bent down, picked up her thermos, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip.
Gao Yong looked up at her, his expression playful:
"You called that guy? You didn't tell him you'd broken up with him, did you?"
Gao Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment, her eyebrows furrowing:
"You were eavesdropping on my phone call!?"
Gao Yong rolled his eyes. "Am I that weird? That's just my guess!"
Gao Yuanyuan snorted, not believing it at all.
Gao Yong didn't want to say anything more. He closed the magazine and said softly:
When will you finish filming?
Gao Yuanyuan thought for a moment and then said:
"It'll be another month, what's wrong?"
Gao Yong was silent for a few seconds, then sighed:
"Mom isn't feeling well; she's been coughing a lot lately. If you have time, go back and see her."
Gao Yuanyuan suddenly became nervous:
"Didn't you see a doctor and get prescribed some special medicine?"
Gao Yong said with a complicated expression, "It only treats the symptoms, not the root cause; that medicine can only alleviate the symptoms."
Gao Yuanyuan pursed her lips, her eyes filled with worry.
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hotel room.
Lin An closed his flip phone, casually placed it on the bedside table, and let out a long yawn.
He closed his eyes, trying to sink into darkness, but a jumble of thoughts kept flooding his mind like a bustling marketplace:
The set construction progress on set, the company registration process, whether there will be any follow-up troubles after the interview with Tan Lin... one thing after another.
He rolled over, pulled the blanket over his shoulder, rolled over again, and buried his face in the pillow.
After tossing and turning in bed like a maggot for a while, Lin An finally opened his eyes, stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment, then resignedly got up and reached for the laptop on the desk at the foot of the bed.
The system desktop pops up.
Lin An suddenly remembered something, logged into QQ, and the penguin icon started flashing wildly, while the computer kept beeping.
It's all news about "hyacinths".
From last night's "Goodnight," to this morning's "Good morning," to this afternoon's "What are you doing," and just now's "Happy Lunar New Year's Eve."
One message every few hours, as punctual as an alarm clock.
The latest message was sent three minutes ago:
[Hyacinth: Are you kidding me? You're not 18 at all, you're an old man watching the Spring Festival Gala right now.]
[Hyacinth: Then I fell asleep!]
"You're the old man, your whole family are old men..." Lin An retorted, tapping his fingers lightly.
[The fish inside is finished: I was on the phone just now.]
The message was sent and the other party replied almost instantly.
[Hyacinth: Wow! You finally replied!]
[Hyacinth: I thought your computer was broken!]
[Hyacinth: Making a phone call? To whom? Your girlfriend?]
"They're doing this old habit of checking household registrations again..." Lin An muttered to himself, but then realized he wasn't as impatient as before.
[The fish is done: She's not my girlfriend, she's a friend.]
[The fish inside is done: Why aren't you spending New Year's Eve with your family?]
This time, the other party didn't reply immediately.
The "typing" status at the top of the dialog box flashed a few times, then disappeared, then flashed a few more times.
About a minute later, the message arrived.
[Hyacinth: I'm in America, so I don't celebrate New Year's Eve.]
Note 1: The timeline is incorrect. The main character has been in Shanghai for less than a week, making it impossible to set up the film set in such a short time. The location is also wrong; it shouldn't be Chedun—that's where movies are filmed.