Chapter 61:

On the way home, Qiu Xing kept closing his eyes and raising his mind. Xie Yang does not quarrel with Qiu Xing and concentrates on working with Qin Cheng.
Qin Cheng is extremely efficient, and the association has completed the handover with Hu Biao and is positioning Xieyang's analysis career on WeChat.
Qin Cheng: If the artist does not maintain continuous exposure, the heat will soon drop. Since you don’t want to take the popular route, plan to rely on the work to gain a foothold in the circle, then your new album must start production soon.
Qin Cheng: In addition, in view of the career planning that you only want to rely on the work and the identity of the boss, I am going to let you take the high-end route of "starting to the top" to reduce your low-quality exposure and only give you high Quality work and endorsement, this way you can also avoid resource competition between you and other singers in the company. what do you think?
Xie Yang is very realistic: if this can reduce my workload, then my answer is yes.
Qin Cheng was quiet for a while before restarting input.
Qin Cheng: Explain in advance that if you take this route well, you can indeed go to the sky in one step, but if you want to go this way, your own strength and your work must be sufficiently strong and excellent.
Qin Cheng: Only if it is good enough, the public will recognize your "debut and climb to the top", and investors and collaborators will offer you high-quality job offers when you are just a newcomer. I can help you do many things, but you can only rely on yourself in this respect.
Qin Cheng: So are you sure you want to go this way?
Xie Yang is never blindly confident, but...
He typed: If the work in your mouth refers to a song, I'm sure. You arrange it.
Qin Cheng immediately arranged: There is a saying in the industry that the image building starts with the wardrobe. Starting today, you are not allowed to wear clothes again. Tomorrow I will take a stylist to look at your home and give your wardrobe a break away and expansion. You first talk about what style of clothing you usually wear and whether there is a favorite brand. I let the stylist try to buy you clothes according to your preferences.
What brand of clothes?
Xie Yang looked at the dark gray coat on his body and typed: I used to wear x-brand clothes, and now my clothes are all sent by Qiu Xing.
Qin Cheng: Although the price of x-brand clothes is very good, you should wear as little as possible in the future. If you want high-end clothing endorsements, you must wear a fashion sense. What brand of clothing does your husband usually give you?
Xie Yang touched Qiu Xing with his elbow, leaned over and put his phone on Qiu Xing's face, and said, "My agent asks what brand of clothes you usually send me."
As soon as Qiu Xing opened his eyes, he saw the three big characters of "Your Husband" on the screen. His heartbeat twitched up and backed down. He raised his hand in a reflective way, grabbed Xie Yang's hand, and pressed his phone.
"..."
Xie Yang looked at the hand he was holding, and raised his eyebrows.
Qiu Xing returned to his mind, and threw Xie Yang's hands away, sitting straight and sorting out his clothes and cuffs. He said, "Say little mess with your agent. What brand, your clothes are made by someone. Yes. I’m 20 years old and I’m tall. I have to change my clothes and waste my cloth.

"Can I stop drinking milk every day? Calcium deficiency will not make me tall and save my clothes."
"..." Qiu Xingyu threatened, "You don't want to try it."
Xie Yang smiled and bowed his head back to Qin Cheng.
Seeing Xie Yang's smile, Qiu Xing was uncomfortable. He wanted to ask Xie Yang why he smiled, and he didn't want to speak, so his face became more stinky.
Xie Yang touched Qiu Xing again and said, "Qin Cheng asked where you made the clothes for me."
Qiu Xing stiffened and reprimanded: "What to do with your feet."
Xie Yang stared at Qiu Xing.
"..." Qiu Xing sorted out his clothes and cuffs again, reported a foreigner's name, and then said, "Your clothes are all from his private studio."
Xie Yang didn't know much about the world's luxury brands and famous designers, and after getting the answer, he directly sent the name to Qincheng.
Qin Cheng returned a series of ellipsis.
Xie Yang: How?
Qin Cheng: You don’t have to look at the wardrobe. You will only wear the clothes your husband gave you in the future. By the way, you find a time, I want to shoot you a set of private clothing.
Xie Yang said no problem, put down the phone.
"You let your agent..."
Xie Yang turned to look at Qiu Xing.
After Xie Yang looked at it, Qiu Xing shut his mouth again, leaned back to close his eyes and nourish himself, and stopped talking.
...
Qiu Xing went upstairs immediately after returning home, and did not come down until supper.
The table was very quiet, and Qiu Xing's expression "Don't disturb me, I want to concentrate on eating". Xie Yang didn't take the initiative to talk to Qiu Xing, but gave Qiu Xingduo half a bowl of soup.
Qiu Xing looked at the soup in front of him and drank.
After the meal, Qiu Xinghuo returned quickly upstairs, and did not stay for a second.
Before going to bed at night, Xie Yang knocked on Qiu Xing's door.
Qiu Xing opened the door to see Xian Yang, his expression was unnatural for a moment, and then raised his hand without thinking, sorted the collar of the robe, grabbed the semi-dry hair, and asked coldly, "What's the matter?"
"Well. The artists under it are going to C City to make a micro movie. I am a script provider and I have to follow. I will leave tomorrow morning. If it is fast, I will be back the day after tomorrow. If it is slow, it may take a week.
Qiu Xing's eyebrows were wrinkled, and he quickly let go, still indifferent, and took a step back: "There is no need to tell me this kind of thing in the future, go to bed early, late--"
Xie Yang grabbed Qiu Xing's hand trying to pull the door.
Qiu Xing stopped, feeling the temperature on the back of his hand, closed his eyes hard, and said in a deep voice: "Xie Yang, maybe it's my behavior--"
"good night."
Xie Yang let go of his hand and turned to leave.
"..."
Qiu Xing swallowed it when he finally squeezed it into his throat, watching Xie Yang's back disappearing into the stairs, and he could not bear it.
"Traveling again...how can I always travel!"
...
When Xie Yang carried the suitcase downstairs the next day, he found that Qiu Xing didn't go out in advance and was sitting at the table for breakfast.
He put down his suitcase and sat across from Qiu Xing, asking, "Are you going to take me to the airport?"
"No time." Qiu Xing finished his last bite of porridge, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and got up to leave.
Xie Yang followed.
Qiu Xing changed his shoes at the entrance, put on his coat, and was just about to reach out for gloves and scarves, and with both hands, he held out what he wanted. He glanced at Xie Yang sideways, took over the gloves and scarf, and said, "I'm gone." He said he was going to pull the door.
Xie Yang held Qiu Xing's shoulder.
Qiu Xing stopped, holding the door of the door tightly, facing away from Xie Yang, and asked in a cold, alienated tone: "Xie Yang, are you... did you really treat me as your husband?"
Xie Yang emptied all the abilities, and separated two clothes at the heart and brain of Qiu Xing through his clothes. Then he withdrew his hands, looked at Qiu Xing's back, and smiled silently. Tao: "No, I treat you as the host."
Qiu Xing turned his head back, his eyebrows turned into pimples, his expression gloomy and fierce.
"And very important people. I have been under your care and favor since I came here, and I am very grateful to you." Xie Yang added, looking directly at Qiu Xing's eyes, "Qiu Xing, if our cooperation time limit is based on you The life expectancy is correct, then I hope we can continue to cooperate."
Qiu Xing was stunned, and then avoided the look of Xie Yang as hot as possible, his lips moved, but in the end he said nothing, unscrewed the door and strode out.
...
Xie Yang's script for the "Samsara" micro-film is very detailed and comprehensive. From the plot, the scene, the lines, to everyone's makeup, the items he carries with him, the speaking accent, he has made detailed settings, and even painted A lot of scene graphs and human design maps have been added.
Thanks to his meticulousness, this micro-film, which was finally named "The Doomsday Rebirth", was shot very smoothly, and the shots were extremely realistic, as if there were really a group of people in such a bad situation The end of the world is struggling to survive.
Ke Lan's acting classes haven't gone white in recent months. His performance is very good, and he captures the feeling of Xie Yang's request.
In less than 20 minutes of the plot, it took everyone seven days to complete the filming in various places in City C.
When the last shot came out, Dong Zhong was about to kneel to Xie Yang, saying, "Isn't your college really a screenwriter? This script is really... The plot can be expanded to make a big screen on the big screen. ."
Xie Yang smiled and didn't answer Dong Zhong's words.
That night, Xie Yang said goodbye to the crew and returned to city b.
When the taxi drove to Jinghe Garden, it was ten o'clock. Xie Yang took Wu's underwater vehicle and unexpectedly found that his home was not powered off.
He took out his phone and looked at it, making sure that today was not a frown after the weekend, handed his luggage to Wu Shui, and walked quickly towards the villa.
A strange car parked at the door of the villa, Xie Yang swept over there, stepped up the stairs in two steps, and directly opened the door with the key to enter the house.
In the living room, Qiu Xing leaned on the single sofa, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, with no expression on his face. Opposite Qiu Xing, an old man and a young man were sitting side by side. The old man was talking bitterly while the young man was playing with his cell phone indifferently.
"Axing, your mother is confused, are you also confused? Yes, you are sick, but this does not prevent you from leaving descendants for the Chou family. That Feng Qinglin has already separated from you, really not It’s worth your kindness to him. You listen to your uncle, and while your health is still good, hurry up and find a woman, have a baby, and leave yourself some blood.

Qiu Xingdao: "Uncle, I have no plans to stay in the future."
"You can't surrender yourself! After you don't stay, do you think that the Qiu family will finally come to Feng Qinglin? There are so many relatives of the Qiu family, especially the Qiu Jingbang, Feng Qinglin's stunned head, fighting. Who among them?"
The old man sighed suddenly when he said this, "I know, you don't want to drag down the girls of good people. That's not as good as that. I'll help you find a surrogate. ADB, think about it carefully. Dad knows that he can be at ease with knowledge."