Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he started the small boat.
The lake is like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds. The rolling mountains are reflected on both banks, and the lush forests on the mountains make the lake appear green.
In the distance, clouds and mist swirl, and the mountains and forests appear and disappear.
On the shore, the sound of Horten's flute spread out, melodious and lingering.
Boats glide on emerald waves, people wander through a painting.
The crew members had previously envied Zhou Mingqian and his friends for being able to take a trip on the lake, but now they were captivated by Huo Teng's flute playing, not to mention the young fangirls.
Completely absorbed and engrossed.
They all took out their phones to record videos.
Xi Jia also recorded a short clip. Ye Qiu hadn't joined the crew yet, so she recorded it and sent it to Ye Qiu.
Mo Yushen kept staring at Xi Jia, wondering why she was recording Huo Teng.
A minute passed, and she still wasn't done.
Mo Yushen reached out and blocked the camera, but his gaze was fixed on the scenery of the lake.
Xi Jia laughed; this guy was jealous again. Since Teacher Shang was still sitting in front, he couldn't say it directly, so he expressed his dissatisfaction in this way.
Xi Jia finished recording and sent the video to Ye Qiu. [The Warm Man's Flute.]
She showed Mo Yushen her chat history with Ye Qiu.
Mo Yushen understood: Huo Teng liked Ye Qiu. So, what exactly had Ji Qingshi been busy with for the past month?
Are we going to go back to an old flame or not?
Xi Jia put away her phone and took out her notebook.
Mo Yushen: "Stop writing it down, look at the scenery."
Xi Jia: "I took notes while watching."
There were still people on the boat, so Mo Yushen didn't say anything more.
I wonder if taking her to play on the lake every day would alleviate her condition.
She made an appointment with Xiang Luo that day, and she agreed to arrange it for him with Professor Xiang.
A week passed, and there was still no reply from Xiang Luo, so he didn't press the issue.
He had just run into Xiang Luo on the shore. As usual, Xiang Luo simply greeted him but didn't mention anything about Professor Xiang.
Perhaps Professor Xiang is considering it.
Zhou Mingqian steered the small boat further and further away from the shore, the sound of his flute echoing through the mountains.
The small boat was exceptionally quiet, blending into the serene mountain scenery.
Teacher Shang couldn't help but exclaim, "A paradise on earth, a fairyland on earth."
Zhou Mingqian chimed in, "Last time I came to the mountains, I didn't want to leave."
Teacher Shang: "When I get back, I have to revise the script. Sitting in front of the computer and just imagining these scenes, I feel nothing at all." Now I'm truly moved.
She gazed into the distance; halfway up the mountain, there were a few scattered houses with blue tiles and white walls, where people were probably making breakfast, and wisps of smoke were rising from their chimneys.
"I thought of a lyric."
Zhou Mingqian followed up by asking, "What?"
Teacher Shang: "Smoke rises from the chimneys, thousands of miles away across the river."
Zhou Mingqian laughed, "You listen to songs from our generation too?"
He recalled that back in his school days, many classmates had the poetic phrase "The sky is blue, waiting for the rain" as their QQ signature. Everyone knew what that signature meant.
Teacher Shang: "And you? Is your signature the same?"
Zhou Mingqian shook his head, saying he wasn't that immature. "Back then, nobody wanted to wait for me." Girls were chasing after him, lining up to pursue him. He received love letters almost every day.
Over the years, he hasn't remembered how many relationships he's had or how many girlfriends he's had; he doesn't have time to think about those things. Relationships are better portrayed in movies than in a film.
Teacher Shang joked, "You mean, now there's someone you're waiting for?"
Zhou Mingqian choked for a moment, then smiled faintly, "Wait for 'The Rest of My Life'."
Teacher Shang stopped the conversation at the right moment, turned to look behind her, and spoke to Xi Jia, "After seeing this scene, are there any parts of the script that need to be changed?"
Xi Jia nodded, "Yes, there are many."
Although I stayed in the mountains on and off for a month and a half, seeing the lake every day and often fishing in the waters along the shore, I was ultimately an outsider to the scenery.
The view from the lake is completely different now than from the shore.
Xi Jia wrote down her thoughts in her notebook.
Seeing that Xi Jia was busy taking notes, Teacher Shang felt that she was wasting such a beautiful scene. "Don't rush to revise the script. Take a full look at the scenery. Maybe you'll get a different kind of inspiration."
Xi Jia rubbed her eyes, nodded, and put the notebook in her bag.
She has more and more notebooks in her bag; she now has six.
The bag also contained Mr. Yue's books, a thick stack of scripts, an umbrella, and a water bottle.
My shoulders ached after a day of memorizing.
Seeing that she had zipped up her bag, Mo Yushen took the bag and placed it on his lap, then they intertwined their fingers.
Xi Jia rediscovered the thrill of having an affair.
She stared at Mo Yushen for a few seconds, gave him a flirtatious wink, then turned her head to look at the water in her direction, her lips curving into a smile.
After wandering around the lake for nearly half an hour, Zhou Mingqian roughly selected a location for taking pictures and then headed back.
Teacher Shang had some free time, so she took out her phone to take a selfie. Looking back at the photos, she saw the two people in the back row, and their hands clasped tightly together.
Teacher Shang was taken aback. Xi Jia and Mo Yushen?
She didn't have time to think about it; it wasn't her place to worry about it. She quickly deleted the two previous photos and reshot them.
When they took another picture, Teacher Shang subconsciously avoided the two people behind him.
They reached the shore. The photographer and assistant had finished their work and were waiting to take pictures.
Teacher Xiang and Mo Yushen disembarked, and the staff reached out to help Xi Jia down.
Xi Jia waved her hand, "I'll go with them again."
I was sitting with Mo Yushen just now, and she got distracted and didn't have time to choose a location. This time, we need to get down to business.
Mo Yushen received a work call and answered it under the tree on the platform. He used to sit on this stone bench while fishing, along with Xi Jia.
While listening to Secretary Ding's work report, his gaze remained fixed on Xi Jia's direction.
Xi Jia took out her phone and notebook and placed her bag in the empty space.
The cameraman said to Zhou Mingqian, "Director Zhou, you still need to stay with us so we can discuss things."
The photography assistant steered the boat, and Zhou Mingqian moved to the back seat.
Zhou Mingqian moved to the back row, while Xi Jia kept her head down, looking at her notes, without lifting her eyelids. He had no choice but to carry her bag to the stern deck and put it there.
Mo Yushen had been carrying her bag the whole time, but he couldn't possibly do those things for her.
The cameraman was the last to board the ship, carrying his camera on his shoulder.
The cameraman was tall and burly, weighing nearly 200 pounds. As he boarded the boat, two crew members, holding the anchor rope, jokingly said, "Take it easy."
Even being too cautious wouldn't work; as soon as a heavyweight boarded, the ship tilted and swayed unsteadily.
With a 'plop', something fell into the water.
Zhou Mingqian acted as if nothing had happened, supporting himself on the side of the boat with one hand and looking at his phone with the other.
"Sister Xi Jia, your bag fell into the water!" Yu An shouted at the top of his lungs.
Xi Jia suddenly turned her head, and Zhou Mingqian was also stunned. He quickly looked at the small deck behind him, but it was empty.
Staff member: "This lake is deep, about five or six meters deep at the edges, and even deeper inside."
Zhou Mingqian looked at Xi Jia and said, "I'll compensate you for the things in your bag."
Xi Jia glared at him coldly, her sharp gaze slicing him into several pieces. "Can you afford to pay for it?!" She stood up, put her laptop and phone on the seat, and began to take off her clothes.
Late February in the mountains isn't cold, but it's not warm either.
Xi Jia was wearing a coat and a cardigan. She took off the coat and the cardigan, kicked off her shoes, and tied her hair into a bun.
Zhou Mingqian's brow twitched. "Xi Jia, what are you trying to do!"
He had already realized that she was going to go into the lake to retrieve her bag. "The water here is too deep, you know that! What could be more important than your life!"
"They're more important than my life!" Xi Jia yelled at Zhou Mingqian. She had been careless and shouldn't have let him put the bag behind him.
Zhou Mingqian wasn't a very good swimmer; he could only swim in pools, and had never swum in outdoor waters before. He was still relatively clear-headed; if his belongings were gone, they were gone, but his life was more important.
She usually carries only books, notebooks, a cup, and a makeup bag, which are all inexpensive and don't affect her work.
If we're talking about something truly valuable, it's the book that Mr. Yue personally signed.
At worst, he could go to Mr. Yue's house in person and ask him for another copy for her.
Besides, "the bag fell in and got soaked; the contents might not be usable. What's the point of you coming back?"
Xi Jia: "My bag is waterproof!" She wished she could kick Zhou Mingqian off the building.
At this moment, people from the other side of the studio heard the commotion and gathered around.
Xi Jia couldn't hold back and kicked Zhou Mingqian, but she kicked him into the cabin before stepping onto a seat and leaping down.
"Xi Jia! Do you fucking want to die?!"
Zhou Mingqian panicked.
He was worried that she wouldn't be used to the water temperature and that her legs would cramp.
The people on the shore, whether staff or cameramen, were not good swimmers; going into the water would be suicide, and they couldn't get back up, so they could only watch helplessly.
They shouted to the shore, "Who's a good swimmer? Go down and save her! Xi Jia jumped into the lake!"
Zhou Mingqian didn't care about anything else at the moment, so he took off his coat and went downstairs.