âTeacher Yuan Ye?â The directorâs assistant approached to speak to Yuan Ye. He leaned down to call out to the other. It was raining, so they had stopped filming. Yuan Ye had his earphones in and was in the middle of listening to some songs Yang Siran had given him. Upon hearing someone call his name, he took out the earphones. The assistant told him, âThe director asked you to go see him. He has something to discuss with you.â
âOkay.â Yuan Ye handed the phone back to Yang Siran. He smiled at the directorâs assistant and said, âJust call me next time. You donât need to run all over the place.â
The directorâs assistant scratched his head and smiled. âYouâd have to be able to hear the calls.â
Yuan Ye cocked an eyebrow. He pulled out his phone and saw the missed calls on his screen. He chuckled. âHa, I guess I really didnât hear them.â
It was Director Lin Fengâs rule that those in his film crew needed to keep their phones on silent. Everyone used walkie-talkie headsets to communicate. Nobody was allowed to speak too loudly on set; the entire film set was very quiet. This wasnât only because of the topic of the movie. His previous film sets had all been like this too. Lin Feng simply disliked having his surroundings sound like a noisy market when he filmed. Because the main character of this movie was mute, it was even more crucial to maintain a silent atmosphere.
âWhatâs wrong, Feng ge?â Yuan Ye reached the directorâs tent. The person next to the director left a spot open for Yuan Ye. Yuan Ye sat down and asked, âWhatâs up?â
Lin Feng called out to him, âLittle Yuan.â
âUn?â Yuan Ye nodded. âPlease speak.â
Lin Feng asked him, âDo you think itâs plausible to change these two scenes into rainy day scenes?â
Yuan Ye immediately shook his head. âNo.â
Beside them, the producer furrowed his brows. With a pained expression on, he said, âTeacher Yuan, the weather conditions have been placed before us. We have to leave next week. There are almost ten clear sky scenes that we havenât filmed yet. If the skies never clear up later, itâll be very awkward for us.â
Recently, it truly had been raining a lot. It was wet season locally. They couldnât do anything about this. Yuan Ye asked the director, âWhat has the weather station said? Have you asked yet?â
âThere are two clear days next week. Everything else is going to be rainy.â Lin Feng sighed and ruffled his hair, stressed.
âWhen are we leaving?â Yuan Ye questioned again.
âNext Wednesday,â the producer answered from nearby. He added, âThere isnât enough time.â
Yuan Ye lowered his head and thought for a long time. Then, he looked up and asked the director, âFeng ge, your thoughts?â
Lin Feng pinched the spot between his eyebrows. First, he lowly cussed. After, he said, âIf all the scenes are fucking rain scenes, the atmosphere of the movie is going to be so glum itâll be like a ship about to sink. A fucking mess.â
Yuan Ye sighed as well. Did he even need to say anything? The director understood too that they couldnât add anymore rain scenes. Since they had arrived here, they hadnât filmed many scenes under clear skies. The ones they had had been rejected too. The director didnât want to change the scenes either. He had called Yuan Ye over to get his opinion on the matter. If Yuan Ye agreed to change them, he could possibly force himself to change his mind.
Prior to their arrival, the local weather station had already verified the predicted weather for the period of time they would be here. At that time, they had said that the skies would be mostly clear for over half the time frame. They could film the clear sky scenes and the rainy scenes separately, which was perfect. But how many days of clear skies had there actually been after they had reached this place? Nobody could do anything about this. Weather reports were only an approximation. They werenât extremely accurate.
They had only rented out the little island for forty days. After arriving, they had realized that they wouldnât be able to finish filming in that amount of time, so had extended the reservation by ten days. But they absolutely needed to leave by next Wednesday. The island had already been rented out for the next time slot. The conditions truly werenât forgiving. However, this movie was one that Yuan Ye had personally edited over and over again. This was his biological son. He definitely couldnât be the one who would allow the director and producer to heave out sighs of relief.
In the end, Yuan Ye still shook his head. âThereâs no way to change them. Thereâd be too much rain. It would alter the entire tone of the movie.â
The scenes they were filming now could be described as the relatively more relaxed scenes in the entire movie. The main character and his little brother lived on the island. There was a distanced type of freedom about this. It also allowed the audience to relax. They originally shouldâve finished filming quite easily. The director had chosen this location because it was beautiful: a very lively little island. However, upon arrival, they had filmed mostly rain scenes. The scenes they had already filmed were a bit depressing.
The producer said, âYou guys, be more realistic. The objective conditions arenât permitting. Can you slightly lower your expectations?â
The director didnât answer. Yuan Ye didnât speak either. There were many film crew members in the filming tent, but none of them said anything.
In the end, Yuan Ye was the first to clear his throat and speak up. âMy opinion is that we canât change those scenes. But the conditions truly are very limiting. Take my opinion with a grain of salt. If you decide to change things, tell me. Iâd have to edit the script.â
From start to finish, the director remained expressionless. The producerâs expression, on the other hand, became unpleasant. Yuan Ye didnât really look at him. He continued, âIâll give you a suggestion. I donât know if itâs plausible or not. For these two scenes, film versions in the rain and keep them just in case. Then, shoot a few wide shots of the entire island when the skies are clear. If we really donât have time, we can film the detailed scenes back in Qingdao. After everything, weâll combine these shots and see the final effect during editing.â
Yuan Ye didnât even falter as he walked. He only shook his head and chuckled.
Actually, Yuan Ye had been called over by the producer too. The other had wanted to find someone on his side to help him in coaxing the director. In the end, though, Yuan Ye had come, but hadnât said anything beneficial to his argument. The producer felt a bit displeased, but Yuan Ye honestly couldnât care about this. He couldnât understand. They were on different sides and viewed things through different lenses. The producer used his left brain to work. He calculated expenses and processes. The entire film setâs operation depended on him. The director and screenwriter used their right brains to work, though. They relied on emotions; they were in pursuit of an artistic effect. Nobody could say the other was wrong. There was no right or wrong.
It was raining where Yuan Ye was. It was also raining quite heavily where Fang Shaoyi was. After several large rainstorms, the entire village had become muddy. Fang Shaoyi wore a raincoat and rain boots. After returning from set, he drank a bowl of ginger water and told Yuan Ye through the phone, âTake care. Donât get sick.â
âIâm fine. Iâm very sturdy. You know that,â Yuan Ye chuckled and responded.
Fang Shaoyi made a noise of acknowledgement. He admitted this fact too. Between the two of them, Fang Shaoyi was the one more likely to get sick. He had a worse immune system than Yuan Ye.
âTake care of yourself.â Yuan Ye softly asked him, âHas your shoulder started hurting these past few days? Itâs too humid.â
It had been too long since they had seen each other. Yuan Yeâs voice had even become a bit pouty. Fang Shaoyi missed him. He lowered his voice and said into the phone, âA little bit.â
Yuan Ye laughed. He said, âTell Xiaotao to give you a massage. Remember to use your massager too.â
This was the problem left behind by old injuries: a fear of overcast and rainy days. Previously, Yuan Ye only had to worry about Fang Shaoyi during rainy days. Now, he himself couldnât avoid this pain either. As soon as the air started getting humid, his ankle started hurting. Yuan Ye sat on the bed, legs criss-crossed, and subconsciously reached out to squeeze his ankle. He heard Fang Shaoyi say, âI wonât use him.â
Yuan Ye leaned his head back and chortled. He purposefully asked, âThen who are you going to use?â
Fang Shaoyi didnât answer either. He only said, âWho knows.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Yuan Ye completely burst into laughter. He sat there, shoulders curled up, and couldnât stop laughing. After his laughing fit, he softened his voice and placated, âIâll give you a massage. Not only on your shoulders. Iâll massage wherever you want me to massage.â
Sickly sweet.
To outsiders, these two were stubborn, thirty-something, mature men. Who knew that they were actually so lovey-dovey in private? And Fang Shaoyi really liked acting this way. They hadnât seen each other in a long time already. Even his breathing got a little heavier. He asked Yuan Ye, âWhere else do you want to massage?â
âA lot of places.â Yuan Ye coughed softly. He suddenly laid down and inhaled deeply. He dragged his words out and said, âIf you keep flirting with me, youâll have to deal with the consequences on your own.â
Fang Shaoyi inquired again, âDeal with them how?â
Yuan Ye covered his face with his arm. He clenched his teeth together and bit out, âWait until I see you again. Donât even think about getting a good nightâs sleep. Youâll just have to be a pile driver. My pile driver.â
Fang Shaoyi finally stopped flirting. He burst into laughter, then scolded, âThatâs all you think about in your head all day.â
âFine, fine.â Yuan Ye nodded on the other end of the phone. He said, âOnly I think about this stuff in my head. Your head is super clean.â
Added together, the two of them were already over seventy in age. They bantered back and forth, saying meaningless things. Halfway through their conversation, someone knocked on Fang Shaoyiâs door. He told Yuan Ye, âWait a moment for me.â
Yuan Ye joked and replied, âLet me see which little demon it is.â
Fang Shaoyi went to open the door. Initially, he had assumed that it was Ji Xiaotao at the door, and that the other had forgotten to bring his key card. When he opened the door, however, it actually wasnât Ji Xiaotao.
There was a young boy standing outside the door. He was the actor for a character belonging to the group of educated youths who had travelled to the village with Fang Shaoyiâs character in the movie. He was only twenty one this year. Fang Shaoyi hadnât expected it to be him. He kept his hand on the door handle and didnât let go. Fang Shaoyi asked, âDo you need something?â
The boy handed the box in his hands over. His voice was very soft. He was also stuttering. Quietly, he asked, âTeacher Shaoyi, I heard that you have an old injury on your shoulder. I brought this for you. My dad gets pains a lot too. I always help him out. You- Should I give you a massage?â
Fang Shaoyi squeezed the phone in his hand. Yuan Ye cocked an eyebrow on the other end of the line and burst into laughter. It really was a little demon?
Fang Shaoyi didnât respond. The boyâs face had already flushed red. He was a bit embarrassed. Fang Shaoyi asked him, âYour manager told you to come?â
The boy was slightly surprised. He looked up. Fang Shaoyi said, âGo back. Thanks for the kind thoughts. You can give the stuff to my assistant tomorrow. I wonât accept them today.â
Fang Shaoyi lifted his hand and waved his phone. He added, âThe one back home keeps me under close watch. Please understand.â
Because he had moved his hand, his phone had lit up. The screen indicated that Fang Shaoyi was in the middle of a call. The boy felt extremely awkward. He nodded and said, âGood night.â Then, he bowed and left.
Fang Shaoyi closed the door. Yuan Ye tskâd through the phone. âTeacher Shaoyi, how come you didnât accept the gift? It carries the otherâs good intentions, after all.â
Fang Shaoyi felt slightly awkward too. Yuan Ye had happened to witness such a situation, and was now even using it to tease him. Fang Shaoyi asked, âThen should I call him back? Tell him to immediately give me a massage?â
Yuan Ye softly chuckled. He calmly said, âIf you dare to, you can try.â
Fang Shaoyi truly didnât dare to. How many nights of pile driving would he have to do if he really did try?
That night, the two of them coincidentally had nothing to do. Additionally, they both missed each other. Thus, they shared a rather long conversation over the phone. They talked until Fang Shaoyi fell asleep. His breathing evened out. Yuan Ye softly asked, âAsleep, baobeiâer?â
Nobody responded. Yuan Ye kissed his phone before hanging up.
After so long without seeing Fang Shaoyi, Yuan Ye honestly longed for him a little. He couldnât rest at ease. He didnât know where this worry had come from. Logically speaking, Fang Shaoyi wasnât someone he needed to worry about. Nobody in Director Weiâs film crew dared to offend him. Ji Xiaotao was also by his side. Everything about this situation was safe.
But recently, Yuan Ye often felt like something was amiss. Something tugged at his heartstrings anxiously. He somewhat regretted not being able to visit Fang Shaoyi during the otherâs birthday. The two of them were basically in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. Even after a separation and reconciliation, their love for each other was still very strong. Fang Shaoyi was always on his mind, mainly because he hadnât seen the other in a long time. At the end of the day, he really missed him.
This anxiety peaked two days later. On this day, it was raining terribly hard. The entire island the film crew was on was covered by large, dark storm clouds. The clouds were too low to the ground, causing everyone to find it hard to breathe.
In the end, Lin Feng didnât agree to change the scenes to rainy scenes. On a clear day, they would get some wide shots. After, they could figure out the close-ups when they got back. Or, when they finished filming everything else, given the opportunity, they could return to this location and make up those scenes.
It was raining so hard. They couldnât film anything at all. The machines would become damp. Yuan Ye felt too stifled in his room, so he wanted to go out for some fresh air. He pulled a raincoat on and decided to walk around outside. While passing by Yang Siranâs room, he offhandedly knocked on the youngerâs door. However, he didnât stop walking. He simply lifted his hand and knocked. After knocking, he continued walking.
Yang Siran peeked his head out and looked around. He noticed Yuan Ye and called out, âYuan Ye ge.â
Yuan Ye turned back around and asked, âIâm going out for a walk. Coming?â
âYes! Wait a moment for me!â Yuan Ye dashed back into his room and grabbed a raincoat. Just as he was about to make his great escape, his assistant called out from inside the room, âWhere do you think youâre going on this rainy day?!â
Yang Siran smiled. âIâm going out on a walk with Yuan Ye ge. Itâs too stuffy inside.â
After saying this, he put on the raincoat and ran out in pursuit of Yuan Ye, completely ignoring his assistantâs roars from inside the room. In actuality, when it was raining so hard, people felt more carefree. They no longer needed to cover themselves up, because it was mostly of no use. With a raincoat on, they could disregard how hard the rain was falling. There was truly a sense of delight that came with walking in the rain. Yuan Ye sat down on a tall rock on the beach. Yang Siran accompanied him. When they looked out before them, the endless ocean through the curtain of rain carried an indescribable feeling of vastness and majesty.
Authors really liked these situations, but in the eyes of others, such behavior was a sign of insanity.
Coming out to get poured on by the rain like this, then getting blown by the wind â all those thoughts that couldnât be settled or explained got dispersed too. Yuan Ye shouted above the wind to ask Yang Siran, âShould we head back?â
âIf you havenât spent enough time outside, we can sit around a bit longer!â Yang Siran yelled back. âThis feels quite cathartic!â
Yuan Ye had gotten used to having a lackey around everyday too. Occasionally, when the mood struck, he also teased the other by bringing up Geng Jinwei. Everytime he brought this topic up, Yang Siran would get very happy. He really liked Geng Jinwei. When he spoke about that person, the pride in his eyes couldnât be hidden despite his best attempts.
When the two of them went inside, Yuan Ye told him, âTake a shower when you get back. If you catch a cold, Iâll be in big trouble.â
âWhat would it have to do with you?â Yang Siran asked while shaking his head. âI wanted to go outside for a walk too. Itâs too stifling in these rooms.â
Yang Siranâs assistant opened the door after hearing voices outside. Upon seeing the two of them, he clutched onto Yuan Yeâs arm and shouted, âYe ge!â
Yuan Ye blanked out because of this. In a daze, he asked, âWhat?â
The assistant tugged him into the room, closed the door, and asked with brows knit closely together, expression extremely agitated, âYou didnât bring your phone, right? Xiaotao has almost gone crazy trying to get in contact with you! He even called me! I was just about to go looking for you guys!â
Almost instantly, Yuan Yeâs heart fell into his stomach. Extremely tense, he felt around his pocket. He really hadnât brought his phone. Eyebrows furrowed too, Yang Siran asked his assistant, âWhatâs wrong?â
The assistant, who was older than Yang Siran, looked at Yuan Ye and could only say, âXiaotao didnât explain, but he sounded really worried.â
Yuan Ye replied, âOkay, got it.â Then, he turned around and left.
Some gut feelings developed in the unconscious mind and were very accurate. While opening the door, only one thought remained in Yuan Yeâs mind: he had clearly been anxious all this time, but why the fuck hadnât he called Fang Shaoyi?
He scooped his phone up and called Ji Xiaotao. No matter how many times he called, the otherâs line was always busy. Yuan Yeâs fingertips started trembling. His lips slowly paled. He called for two minutes straight. For the entirety of these two minutes, Ji Xiaotao was on another call. If another call came in during a call, the phone would notify him. Yet, Ji Xiaotao still remained on his first call. Yuan Ye hung up and sent Ji Xiaotao a message: Return my call. Immediately.
In the minute or so he waited for the call, Yuan Ye had already taken off his raincoat and picked up his ID, passport, and wallet. When the call came in, Yuan Ye was ready to head out the door at a momentâs notice.
He picked up the phone and made a noise of acknowledgement.
Ji Xiaotaoâs voice sounded out from the other end of the phone line. As soon as he opened his mouth, it was easy to tell that his throat was practically smoking. It was so hoarse that he practically couldnât say anything. He called out, âYe ge.â
Yuan Ye closed his eyes. He made another noise of acknowledgment.
Ji Xiaotao was practically whispering the words out, âCan you make it back right now? My ge......â
He was a bit hesitant as he spoke. Yuan Ye interrupted, âHow is he, to what degree, and where is he now? Tell me in one sentence and donât make me repeat myself.â
Ji Xiaotao paused for a moment before saying, âThe tire of the prop car exploded.â
After hearing these words, Yuan Yeâs pupils trembled again. His breathing even stopped for a few seconds. Ji Xiaotao continued, âThe car lost control and flipped over, trapping my ge under it. Heâs still in the emergency room. We didnât know what condition he was in, so sent him to the nearest county hospital. We might have to transfer him to another hospital later. The film crewâs locked the news, so it hasnât gotten leaked out yet.â
A few seconds later, Yuan Ye asked him, âBefore you sent him to the hospital, where were his visible wounds?â
Ji Xiaotao replied, voice dry and hoarse, âHead, shoulder, rebar......through the chest.â
âIâll be back immediately.â Yuan Ye closed his eyes. HIs lips trembled, but his voice still sounded very calm as he said, âStay strong, Tao.â
Ji Xiaotao instantly choked up. He couldnât respond.
Prior to hanging up, Yuan Ye called out to Ji Xiaotao again. He knew the answer in his heart, but still asked, âDid he maintain consciousness?â
Ji Xiaotao answered, â......No.â
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