Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 433 - 255: Spring Festival Eve, Pei Muchan Suddenly Appears in Chang’an, A Harbinger of a Tragic Battleground
Chapter 433: Chapter 255: Spring Festival Eve, Pei Muchan Suddenly Appears in Chang’an, A Harbinger of a Tragic Battleground
Pei Muchan felt her face flush at his words, and seeing him continue to mutter, she blinked and chuckled despite herself.
“Why are you so happy?”
“I can’t really say, it’s too early to tell, but my leader has given me an opportunity to participate in the discussion of a red-theme script. I just so happen to have some ideas, and agreed to give it a try.”
“Red-theme?” Pei Muchan was slightly startled, “Since when can you write scripts?”
“I learned it in my spare time. I’ve always been quite interested, just never had the time to write.” Xu Qingyan shrugged.
“That theme is challenging to write, but it’s good to try if you have the chance.” Pei Muchan didn’t take it seriously, thinking it was just a whim of his.
But scriptwriting and songwriting are completely different, separated by a huge gap. Although both music and scripts have their tailors, the odds of a script flopping are too high.
Moreover, the scriptwriting circle is pretty much a solidified clique that requires someone to lead you “into the industry”. It’s hard for newcomers to make a name for themselves unless they have resources like Xu Qingyan dropped on them. Someone appreciates you and is willing to give you a chance to try.
Scriptwriters don’t just live off their skills. If someone takes you out for a drink, you have to drink like your life depends on it. If you get along with the big names in the writer’s group and chat often, you might receive some piecemeal orders, but that’s not the same as creating.
Furthermore, scriptwriting is a job without much status, at the bottom of the entertainment industry hierarchy, where everyone can ask you to revise your script. Especially since some crews have script readings where people from over a dozen professions argue with you about changes.
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Even a dog begging for food wouldn’t need to bark so many times, but scriptwriters do. The “teacher” takes you begging, the teacher gets the good food, and you’re at the table with the dogs.
In the video call, Pei Muchan’s eyes sparkled on the phone screen.
“Did you find a production company, or are you planning to attach it under your own company’s name?” Pei Muchan asked again.
“I’ll affiliate it with my own company. They won’t start until after the New Year’s celebration, and the company’s set up anyway.” he said.
“Hmm, there’s something else I want to tell you.” Pei Muchan suddenly fell silent, her breath noticeably heavier, “I’m thinking of visiting Chang’an.”
“Great… great! When are you coming to Chang’an? I’ll pick you up.” Xu Qingyan almost didn’t hesitate, “It might snow in Chang’an in a few days, so it would be perfect for you to…”
“Never mind, it’s almost New Year’s and you can’t get away. I might need to go home before the New Year.” Pei Muchan sighed.
Xu Qingyan felt a bit teased, thinking are you fishing here?
But then he realized he indeed couldn’t leave. If Pei Muchan came, he would definitely need to take time off. It wasn’t that he couldn’t ask for leave, but asking for it at this critical time was somewhat sensitive.
“If you have to go home, then why mention it?”
Hearing his complaint-like response, Pei Muchan looked down silently.
“So, are you coming to mine for the New Year?”
“Where?”
“My hometown in Shanxi, which is quite far from yours.”
“Shanxi?” Xu Qingyan was slightly stunned, scenes from certain movies flashing through his mind: coal mines, dark faces, “Blind Shaft”.
“Yeah.”
“Are the people there as good-looking as you?”
Pei Muchan understood his meaning and scoffed, “You’d know if you came.”
Xu Qingyan actually couldn’t go; after the Spring Festival, he had to take Lin Wanzhou back to Qinghe. There were a ton of matters he might not be able to attend to.
So he told the truth, “I probably won’t be able to make it, I’m a bit busy over New Year’s.”
Pei Muchan responded with an ‘oh’ and fell silent again, and after a while, finally added.
“We’ll talk about it when the time comes.”
They dropped the subject and after a few more words, ended the call.
Xu Qingyan stared blankly for a while after the call ended, sometimes not sure if it’s better to be busier or to have more free time.
Being too busy means being too far apart, making even meeting up difficult. Having free time doesn’t guarantee falling into a haven of tenderness; perhaps it’s still just regular interaction. Sometimes absence is a catalyst, accelerating the blooming and fruition of an ambiguous relationship.
No matter what, moving forward is definitely the right thing to do. If love escapes, at least there’s still…
No way it could escape, Xu Qingyan shook his head. If he couldn’t have it all, then any choice would be wrong. Better to aim for everything from the start, spend more time and effort, and become their haven.
The next day, Lin Wanzhou called him, saying she received a spokesperson offer from a well-known clothing brand.
“They said my temperament fits their brand image, but it’s probably because I sang “When the Wind Starts to Blow” at the New Year’s Eve party.”
“If they say they like your temperament, then they must be right.” Xu Qingyan casually praised the girl, “If others had a fraction of your temperament, they’d be idols already.”
“Goose goose goose, you must be fooling me!” Lin Wanzhou laughed, then whispered, “I’ve lost another two pounds recently, cool right?”
“You’re still losing weight? Leave a lifeline for your peers, will you?” Xu Qingyan exaggerated, “Next time I’m out with you, I might need to tie a rope around your wrist, afraid you might fly away.”
“It’s not that exaggerated… Can I come find you on the night of the Spring Festival Gala?” she asked.
“Sure, perfect to go back home together. I’ll request leave, and then I won’t be involved in what comes after.” Xu Qingyan said, taking leave after the Spring Festival Gala wasn’t a big issue.
“Okay!”
…
Xu Qingyan had been in a good mood at work these past few days, even unusually engaging in a ten-minute gossip session with Gan Wenchang.
Gan Wenchang: “There’s something off about you.”
“What’s off?” Xu Qingyan looked unconcerned.
“Usually at work your face looks like you’ve lost money, but today you’re all smiles.” Gan Wenchang teased, “You wouldn’t have had some stroke of luck, would you?”
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