When Li Zhiguo saw Yu Xing and Pompeii come together, he smiled twice and called on the two of them to sit on the sofa on the terrace.

After the guest sat down, Li Zhiguo said to Pompeii apologetically: "I'm sorry, my family is busy these days and I don't have time to tell you that I won't go to the crew."

Pompeii nodded gently and said, "It's okay. But your scenes are backlogged until you will be able to take them together next week. Can you bear it?"

Li Zhiguo smiled and said, "The starring actors came late the previous week and didn't read the script, so I filmed my scenes first. I don't have many scenes after that, and there are only a few scenes a day next week, so it's okay."

Pompeii felt relieved and asked again: "Can I leave your phone number?"

Li Zhiguo took out his cell phone, "Of course."

He had poor eyesight, so he asked Yu Xing to help him survive.

Yu Xing had quickly saved the number without waiting for Pompei to read out his mobile phone number. He calmly returned the phone to Li Zhiguo, and naturally took the topic to the other end: "Teacher Li, how is Xiaobao now?"

Pompeii: "…"

Her mood was somewhat subtle, but seeing that Li Zhiguo didn't look and ask more, her discomfort disappeared.

Li Zhiguo took off his glasses, pinched his eyebrows, and said, "It's better. I went to the training class today and I will only come back in the evening."

The three of them chatted for a few moments, and Yu Xing answered the phone and borrowed the study to handle official business.

Li Zhiguo took out the script of "Silo", leaned on the sofa, put on reading glasses and said to Pompeii: "Is there anything I don't understand? I'll tell you."

Pompeii's eyebrows and eyes stretched out in surprise, and thanked him: "Okay."

The morning passed in the blink of an eye. Under Li Zhiguo's professor, Pompeii not only sorted out the main context of the script and captured many important details, but also gradually reconstructed her performance knowledge system.

The lesson Li Zhiguo taught her is worth a thousand gold.

"The effect of your performance in this role is closer to Director Yang Rui's requirements."

The praise given by Li Zhiguo also enhanced Pompeii's confidence in performing.

It was time for dinner, and at noon Li Zhiguo kept Pompeii for dinner, but Yu Xing did not come out.

Li Zhiguo told her at the dinner table: "I will take you to read the remaining content in the afternoon. Xiao Yu is busy and should not come again, so he can't send it to you."

Pompeii was reluctant to continue learning from Li Zhiguo. She sat politely on Li Zhiguo's left and said, "I'll take a taxi back by myself."

Li Zhiguo gave Pompei a pair of chopsticks and smiled kindly: "I thought Xiao Yu was going to have dinner here at noon, so I asked the nanny to cook a lot of dishes he liked. I don't know if it suits your taste."

"I'm not picky about food." Pompeii took the disposable chopsticks and asked at the right time: "Teacher Li, are you and Mr. Yu... Mr. Yu, are you relatives?"

Li Zhiguo smiled unclearly: "I have some relatives, but I have some trouble."

Pompeii searched hard in his memory. Yu Xing had few relatives, and even if there were, they were all in Yuchuan. Teacher Li was from Xiaoshan. When did he become relatives with Yu Xing?

Li Zhiguo's eyes quietly came, and his tone had a subtle meaning: "You have known Xiao Yu for a while, have you?"

Pompeii did not look at Li Zhiguo and responded vaguely: "Well... it's been a while."

Li Zhiguo smiled and didn't ask any more questions.

In the afternoon, Li Zhiguo did not have lunch break and took Pompeii to read the script. With some time left, he played a play and said, "Pompeii, there is something I have to do, and you have to help me."

Of course Pompeii was happy.

In next week's play, the crew was going to find a big Qingyi to help make a scene, but Yang Rui said he would ask Li Zhiguo to recommend it.

There is only one scene, I specially asked a friend to come here, but my friend would not charge money. Isn’t this a favor in vain? There are not many shots, so he wants Pompeii to come on.

It's okay to appear in Pompeii, but this scene has to be sung, recorded live, and there is no post-dubbing.

She can't sing operas, but she doesn't want to reject Li Zhiguo, so she said, "Teacher Li, I'll try to try it. If my level is not good, you have to find a professional person."

“That’s natural.”

Li Zhiguo opened the Berlin soundbox and played the fifth part of "The Love of Changchuan". He started with a short sentence and sang it for a full half minute.

Pompeii had a vocal class, she listened to it once and hummed in a low voice.

Li Zhiguo said with satisfaction: "It's pretty good, it's not bad if you just need to teach twice."

Pompeii also felt that the difficulty was smaller than she thought. She turned on her phone and asked, "Teacher Li, are there any resources for this drama online? I downloaded it and practiced more."

Li Zhiguo told her: "Yes, there is something in that music."

After practicing for half an hour, Li Zhiguo was confused because he was afraid that Pompeii would be tired. He changed the topic and extended his conversation to tell her about things related to performances.

Pompeii took a pen and paper and brushed it. Before he knew it, it was dark. She was embarrassed to keep it here for dinner, put on a pen cap and said, "Teacher Li, thank you so much today. My friend asked me to have hot pot for the evening."

Li Zhiguo did not force himself to stay, "Be careful when you go back tonight."

Pompeii brought the notes and stood up, thanking Li Zhiguo again.

Li Zhiguo personally sent her to the gate of the yard.

Outside the courtyard, Yu Xing's car happened to be parked at the door. He got off the car, his long legs fell to the ground, his figure was slender, and the warm yellow street lights were scattered. He was soaked in the soft light like fog, and the plain and clear and elegant clouds in the mountains were like clouds swallowing the mist.

He always gives people a very cold and clean feeling, which is particularly pleasing to the eye.

Yu Xing stood outside the yard and had no intention of entering the house to speak.

Li Zhiguo took advantage of the situation and said, "You came by chance. Send Pompeii back. I'm not relieved to go back alone."

Yu Xing nodded: "Then we're leaving, you can stay."

Li Zhiguo watched the two get into the car before turning around and entering the yard.

The black vehicle was driving in the narrow alley, gently and steadily. Pompeii smelled a scent of wine, which was emitted by Yu Xing.

He drank a lot of wine.

Pompeii opens a little window to make it breathable.

Yu Xing looked over after hearing the sound, and his voice was low and mellow: "Have you been so popular?"

Pompeii was thinking about the part sung in "Changchuan Love", downloaded the paragraph, turned the volume down and played it, and replied without raising his head, "Just stay away from me."

Yu Xing was not moved.

Pompeii cast a questionable look, and asked but didn't move. What should he ask?

Yu Xing's phone was shocked, and Pompeii paused the music. His voice was neither light nor shallow, and his speech was slow and slow. Listening to the content of the conversation, the other party should be a very status person, but his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, humble and polite, and did not lose his temperament.

"Okay, I'll send the number to your phone later."

After the call ended, Yu Xing opened the address book and copied the number.

Pompeii was swept over and saw the notes Yu Xing given to her at the end of the call record: Pompeii.

oh.

That's it.

That's it.

Need something to hide?

The vehicle was driving to the vicinity of the film and television base, and Pompeii asked the driver to stop nearby.

Pompeii contacted Zhang Yuan and agreed to meet with her, but because she didn't recognize her, she asked Zhang Yuan to come to find her.

After hanging up the phone, she rolled down the car window and photographed the building as a reference and sent it to Zhang Yuan.

It was too dark, and Pompeii didn't know if he had taken it clearly. After a click, she clicked on the album, checked the photos, and slipped her hand and flipped into the previous photo.

The previous photo was the scene when Yu Xing came to the film and television base. He was passing by the set on Rolls-Royce. Zhang Yuan saved it with her mobile phone, but she forgot to delete it.

The person in the photo is right next to him, and Pompeii had an inexplicable strange feeling, and he wouldn't have happened to be seen by the main owner...

She slowly raised her head and happened to meet Yu Xing's bottomless eyes.

“…”

Pompeii's neck was stiff and he took the photo away without moving.

Yu Xing probably didn't see it.

No, I definitely didn't see it!

Pompeii blinked and sent Zhang Yuan a photo of the building as if nothing had happened, telling Zhang Yuan that she was nearby.

The vehicle stopped completely, the driver pulled the handbrake, Pompeii locked the screen of the mobile phone, pulled the door handle, and thanked Yu Xing: "Thank you, I'll get off here."

Just as Pompeii was about to push open the car door, Yu Xing suddenly grabbed her wrist tightly.

Under the dark night, only the light that was not too bright was turned on on the right side of the driver's seat in the car. When Pompeii turned around, Yu Xing's delicate face was approaching, and the smell of alcohol overflowed from his warm breath, which was actually ink-scent.

Pompeii breathed a little rapidly, and he gently lifted his eyes, his eyes fell on his clear joints and his thin and powerful right hand, raised his eyes and stared at him, and asked coldly: "What are you doing?"

Yu Xing's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes were burning and light, his lips were slightly opened, and his voice was like particles: "Pompeii, are you... still thinking of me?"

What an ambiguous and moving atmosphere. If it were before, Pompeii would have kissed the corner of his lips.

But now, she leaned into his ears and said softly and itchyly: "Yu Xing, are you worthy?"

After saying that, Pompeii deleted the photo in front of him.

Yu Xing's eyebrows and eyes are subtle changes, and if you don't look at it carefully, you won't be able to see anything.

Pompeii signaled his wrist, frowned and said, "You hurt me."
To be continued...