Ye Tianxin stood beside Yan Jun, holding her script in her hands. When Director Jin saw them, he quickly asked, “How do you two feel after the test shot yesterday?”
“Director Jin, I had a dream last night.”
After Ye Tianxin and Guan Chenxi left last night, Yan Jun did not read the script. He slept and had a “wonderful” dream.
What’s amazing was that he had dreamed of what happened in the script.
It was as if the entire script had played out in his dream.
When he woke up in the morning, he looked at his pillow that had been soaked in his tears. He could not say a word.
It was a terrible feeling.
“You didn’t cover your butt well. That’s why you had a dream.”
Director Jin patted Yan Jun’s shoulder.
Yan Jun smiled, embarrassed.
“Tianxin, come over, too. Let’s try out the scene.”
In the script, Zhou Hong was a dapper young man. He had the toughness of a soldier but also a romantic, a unique trait among young men born to educated families. One could see this from him bringing Ying Tao flowers.
“This is a prop.”
Director Jin gestured to the props prepared beforehand.
“This is a bouquet of roses that Zhou Hong prepared for Ying Tao on the 100th day since they met. In the script, this was also when Zhou Hong decided to spend the rest of his life with Ying Tao.”
Ye Tianxin looked at the roses in Yan Jun’s hand. An odd feeling in her heart started to grow bigger.
On the 100th day since they met…
Roses…
Sacrifice…
All of these seemed to have happened in what her mother wrote in her diary.
Was this a coincidence?
Or did Mother Du Juan really know Ye Tianxin’s mom?
Was that possible?
“Ying Tao, let’s start,” Yan Jun said. Then, Ye Tianxin sat down in front of the desk and propped her chin up with her palm. A song then played on the radio.
A gentle breeze blew at her long hair, revealing her exquisite face.
“Ying Tao, do you have time today?”
Yan Jun popped his head from behind the window. The sun was behind him. Only a vague silhouette of his handsome features could be seen.
His eyes were bright and full of love.
“No.”
Yan Jun leaned against the windowsill, pulled out a bouquet of roses, and put it in front of Ye Tianxin’s face silently.
“Happy 100th day anniversary.”
Director Jin looked at the monitor in front of him. Both Ye Tianxin and Yan Jun had acted very well. The scene was very romantic.
Yan Jun stood in front of Ye Tianxin and looked at her bright red lips. Her lips seemed to draw him closer, and he could not help but want to kiss them.
“Smell them.”
Yan Jun and Ye Tianxin smelled the red roses together.
“It’s very fragrant.”
Yan Jun moved to Ye Tianxin’s side and held Ye Tianxin’s hand. “Let’s go.”
The young man pulled the girl’s hand, and they walked through the crowd, getting on a motorbike parked on an empty space in front of the hostel.
Zhou Hong helped Ying Tao put on her helmet, and Ying Tao wrapped her arms around his waist.
The wind whooshed past Ying Tao’s ears.
They arrived in a practice room with a piano.
Zhou Hong taught Ying Tao how to play the piano.
Du Juan held the script and walked up to Director Jin’s side. Tears welled up in her eyes. Then they fell before she could even reach him.
‘My dearest friend, where are you now? Du Juan wondered. ‘I hope that you will be able to watch this movie when it goes out.’
The afternoon sun shone on Zhou Hong and Ying Tao. Zhou Hong suddenly could not help but want to kiss Ying Tao.
His lips slowly moved closer to Ying Tao’s. His eyes were as deep as the blue sea.