Side Story (2) : Some Workday Routines
The suspense comedy film <Don’t Worry, It’s Me> is set to premiere on New Year’s Eve, December 31st. Directed by Jing Si, starring Pei Shinian and Qin Fang.
The movie tells the story of a seventeen-year-old boy, Jiang Ming, who accidentally enters a parallel world and discovers that his parallel self has mysteriously disappeared for a week. Jiang Ming replaces the life of the other “himself” while secretly investigating the truth behind “his” disappearance. The only person who realizes that he is another “Jiang Ming” is Lin Sen, his rival in the parallel world. The two collaborate to search for the missing “Jiang Ming” and ultimately uncover a bigger secret.
Pei Shinian plays Jiang Ming, and Qin Fang plays Lin Sen.
The official announcement of the film’s release quickly sparked discussions on various platforms. Pei Shinian, who has always been active as an idol, makes his debut as the lead actor for the first time, pairing up with the comedy ace actor Qin Fang. The film’s premiere is highly anticipated. The involvement of the highly stylized new director Jing Si ensures the expected quality of this work.
[Wow, this lineup, I’m looking forward to it!]
[A lead role every year, must support!]
[With Teacher Qin Fang, this comedy is predicted to be a hit!]
[Ah, Director Jing Si, my favorite suspense director is making a comedy!! I’m so curious!]
Sharp-eyed netizens quickly discovered that Song Jianchu’s name was also on the movie’s promotional poster.
Initially, people suspected it was a namesake. Later, in the photos of the opening ceremony, they saw a familiar figure standing low-key in the front row, causing a sensation across the internet.
[D*mn, my son is a producer?!!]
[Wait, starting this big at nineteen years old??]
[Great! My son’s career, Mom must support him!]
[Little brother is amazing, becoming a producer at such a young age. I was in my last year of high school at nineteen…]
[I’ve always told myself not to compare my life to Song Jianchu’s, it will raise many doubts.]
[Sorry, baby, starting today, I’m not a mom anymore—my husband is too handsome!!!]
In the days leading up to the start of the movie, Song Jianchu was observing the shooting situation on set.
As the main producer, he held a very high position in the crew. Besides the director and the two main actors, everyone called this brother, who was not yet twenty, “Brother Chu.”
Compared to the two lead actors, the girls in the crew discussed Song Jianchu the most every day.
The work of being a scriptwriter was quite tough and generally received little attention from the crew. Song Jianchu took care of the crew members in all aspects, arranging the most comfortable working environment for a few girls in the crew at the hotel and providing continuous supply of milk tea and desserts every day.
Because of the director’s very high expectations for the script, the scriptwriters were working overnight in their hotel rooms, and there was a knock on the door.
Song Jianchu, wearing a black mask and holding several takeout bags, entered and placed them on the messy table, “Working hard, have some supper. There are vitamin supplements in the bags, don’t set the air conditioning too low, take care to prevent catching a cold.”
The disheveled girls quickly tidied up their appearances, blushing as they stood up to thank him, “Thank you, Brother Chu.”
Song Jianchu nodded and didn’t linger in the room, gently closing the door and leaving.
“This is the most godly producer I’ve ever met,” the female scriptwriter had already become a fan of Song Jianchu, “Which producer personally brings supper to the scriptwriters?”
“Brother is really warm-hearted. It’s a pity he’s already married.”
“Also, don’t you think Brother has changed a lot? Now, he’s completely like a little wolf, so handsome. He used to seem a bit naive on TV.”
“Do you think Teacher Mu will come for a set visit?”
“Teacher Mu has been busy with his concert recently, he might not have the time.”
As the girls spoke, surprised whispers came from the corridor outside the door, “Teacher Mu? Didn’t he just finish the concert? Why is he here?”
The man’s gentle and deep voice was confusing from outside the door, “Just got off the plane, wanted to see you.”
“Let’s go downstairs together; I have to go to the set.”
Mu Ye lowered his voice, “Haven’t seen you for days, can I kiss you first?”
Several girls leaned against the door excitedly.
After a few quiet seconds outside, the footsteps of the two departing could be heard.
In the elevator, Mu Ye glanced sideways.
Song Jianchu took out his phone to reply to work messages. His eyes were even more calm and composed under the brim of his cap, his youthful and handsome profile.
Mu Ye held his idle hand, pinching his fingers, “Tired?”
Song Jianchu’s fingers paused while replying to the message. He turned his head slightly to meet Mu Ye’s eyes and faintly curved his lips, “Not really. How about you?”
In the soft light of the elevator, a warm shadow fell over Mu Ye’s eyelashes. His warm, large hand picked up Song Jianchu’s fingers and gave them a gentle kiss. Mu Ye lazily smiled, “Feeling tired, so I came to recharge with Chu Chu.”
Song Jianchu withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, “It’s too late. You can stay in my room tonight.”
Because it was his first time producing, Song Jianchu had been familiarizing himself with the actual filming process on set for the past few days and wouldn’t be able to go home until next week.
“Is that okay?” Originally intending to take a quick look and leave, Mu Ye hesitated at Song Jianchu’s offer, his simple thoughts suddenly not so straightforward. “Won’t it disturb your work?”
“It won’t.”
Mu Ye narrowed his eyes, pretending to be gentle and harmless, “I’ll just sleep next to you, I promise not to disturb your rest.”
Mu Ye sent a coffee truck to the set, saving all the hard-working crew members burning the midnight oil.
Only Pei Shinian didn’t have time to rest. His climbing-over-the-wall scene was rejected by the director more than ten times, causing his legs to cramp from excessive climbing. Pausing for a break, his assistant massaged his legs.
Jing Si looked at him with lowered eyes, coldly crossing his arms, “Did you go to high school?”
Pei Shinian raised his head in confusion, “Yes, I did.”
“Ever skipped classes?”
Pei Shinian hesitated, wondering if this person was openly mocking him now?
“Is this related to filming?”
Jing Si just stared at him for a few seconds, in a tone neither salty nor bland, “Performing naturally, is it that difficult?”
The nearby assistants stifled their laughter.
Pei Shinian’s face reddened gradually. Unable to hold back any longer, he couldn’t help but retort, “You… Do you know me from before? How am I performing naturally?”
Mu Ye cleared his throat from behind the scenes.
Pei Shinian then realized his brother was visiting the set. He couldn’t help but look displeased, avoiding eye contact and stiffly saying, “Got it.”
During the next take, Pei Shinian indeed loosened up a lot, wearing his school uniform jacket loosely and carelessly standing by the wall. He tousled his messy fringe, skillfully tossed his school bag over the wall, took a few steps back, and effortlessly flipped over.
Jing Si observed the monitor, “Passed.”
Jumping too vigorously, Pei Shinian landed on a stone, twisting his foot, and was assisted by an assistant to go around the wall.
Song Jianchu told the people around him, “Call a doctor over.”
Jing Si frowned, intending to check his ankle, “Can you move it?”
Pei Shinian avoided his head being looked at, stood up and moved his foot a few times, “I’m fine, let’s continue.”
Being NG-ed by the director hundreds of times for minor issues over the past few days, the former burden of being a ton-weight idol was completely lost on this set. Even if he managed to pass one, he couldn’t be happy.
No one dared to speak, quickly stepping forward to touch up Pei Shinian’s makeup and offer water. The atmosphere suddenly turned cold.
Mu Ye and Song Jianchu watched for a while from the side and realized that these two didn’t seem to get along too well.
Mu Ye said helplessly, “I’ll have a chat with Xiao Pei tonight.”
Song Jianchu shook his head, “He can adjust his mood on his own.”
Qin Fang leisurely sipped coffee and chatted on WeChat with his girlfriend, casually saying, “Newbies haven’t seen the world. Jing Si has been quite polite. I almost had a breakdown after being scolded by a director in my first movie. I was only able to let go of my burdens after playing a couple of games.”
After work in the late night, Mu Ye stayed in Song Jianchu’s room.
Mu Ye finished washing first and leaned against the bedside, waiting for Song Jianchu. As expected, Pei Shinian fully revived when playing the game, and Mu Ye played a few rounds with him. Song Jianchu came out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel.
After changing into a loose T-shirt and shorts, Song Jianchu’s mature demeanor reduced somewhat, revealing his youthful spirit in his long, fair legs and arms.
Mu Ye casually glanced up and froze for two seconds at the boy’s straight legs. He then opened the game voice chat, “No more, time to sleep.”
Pei Shinian: “Come on, brother, let’s play one more round. I’m in the zone.”
“Brother, do you want some water?” Song Jianchu went to the fridge, and Mu Ye said, “Sure.”
Song Jianchu took two bottles of water and walked over.
Pei Shinian heard Song Jianchu’s voice and asked, “Are you feeling sleepy, Jianchu? Let’s play together. My brother is about to sleep.”
Song Jianchu wasn’t particularly tired, so he handed the water to Mu Ye, sat on the edge of the bed, and picked up the phone from the bedside table, “Okay, invite me.”
Just as Song Jianchu joined the team, a hand patted him from behind.
Song Jianchu held his phone and turned around, “?”
Mu Ye, half-dressed in a bathrobe, lazily rested his face on the pillow. Without making any moves or saying a word, he emitted a strong and enticing aura of sensuality. The slightly raised corner of his eyes blatantly flirted.
Almost uncontrollably, Song Jianchu’s gaze naturally moved downward, pausing for a few seconds on the muscular and handsome chest under the white bathrobe.
Just finished drinking water, suddenly feeling a bit parched.
Song Jianchu quickly picked up his phone, invited someone idle from his online gaming friends into the team, and apologized, “I’m done playing. You and Director Jing can team up.”
Pei Shinian: “…”
Jing Si: “…”
Before the two could break the awkwardness, Song Jianchu left the game, and Mu Ye hooked a finger around his neck, pulling him back into the fragrant embrace.
“How would you like it?” Mu Ye embraced him, soft lips against his ear, gently saying, “I’ll listen to you tonight.”
It was always like this. Song Jianchu no longer believed these sweet words.
After getting married, they, like all the married couples in the industry, spent little time together.
But everything was better than Song Jianchu had imagined.
They had almost no period of adjustment. From dating to marriage, they had never quarreled. They always maintained a sense of freshness towards each other and never got tired of being together, no matter how long. Instead, they cherished each other more and could offer advice on work issues.
But having a proper conversation was indeed difficult.
Perhaps their passion for each other hadn’t reached that level yet. Whenever they were alone in a room, it was hard for him and Mu Ye to maintain a normal conversational distance for more than ten minutes. Sometimes, just an inadvertent eye contact, and the next moment they were unknowingly getting closer.
“Next time, it’s your turn to visit.” Mu Ye said casually.
After seriously considering the upcoming work schedule, Song Jianchu said, “I can accompany you to the next concert.”
Surprise flashed in Mu Ye’s eyes, “Really? I was serious.”
“Yeah,” Song Jianchu said, “You don’t need to worry too much about the rest of the filming; Director Jing is very capable.”
“Then maybe we can travel next time,” Mu Ye sighed, “I want to redo our honeymoon. The previous one was ruined by those bunch of alcoholics.”
Thinking of those antics made Song Jianchu chuckle, “Are you talking about yourself?”
Mu Ye dissatisfiedly clicked his tongue and pinched Song Jianchu’s ticklish spot, “Do you think I’m an alcoholic too?”
Song Jianchu, itching so much that he almost jumped off the bed, his neck flushing, couldn’t erase the fact, “Aren’t you?”
Mu Ye’s smoky eyes gradually lost their gentleness, becoming dangerously deep.
He lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment before covering them with the blanket.
Song Jianchu: “!!!”
“Alcoholic doesn’t sound good, I don’t like it.” Inside the dark blanket, Mu Ye whispered mischievously in his ear, “But darling, I don’t mind if you call me a pervert.”
Song Jianchu: “!!!”
Because Mu Ye was deliberately mischievous, Song Jianchu feared he wouldn’t be able to face anyone tomorrow. He resisted the urge to kick him out, enduring and changing his words, “You’re not an alcoholic.”
“Then what am I?”
“Brother.”
“Yeah.” Mu Ye’s gentle tone and behavior were completely disconnected, sounding wronged, “But you hurt me just now.”
“…Husband.”
Mu Ye was still excessive. After thinking for a moment, suddenly becoming interested, he hinted softly, “Darling, do you still remember what you wanted to call me back in the school dorm?”
Song Jianchu: “…………..”
Song Jianchu: “.”
At two in the morning, a staff member passed by the corridor of the hotel where the crew was staying. Seeing someone in a coat knocking on the door ahead, squinting their eyes for a while, their surprised mouth opened wide.
Hearing the deliberately subdued voice of that person, the staff member’s expression gradually became perplexed.
“Dad. Dad, I was wrong.”
“It’s so cold outside, good dad.”