mijobooks Chapter 27 Added Scene
Chapter 27 Added Scene
On the third day after the three million US dollars arrived, Su Yu dragged the stack of equity transfer documents out from under the bed, flipped through them, and then stuffed them back in.
The thread hasn't been sent away. It's not that the thread doesn't want to leave, it's just that the time isn't right. Su Yu doesn't know when the time will come, but he knows the thread will choose its own day. He's waiting, like a hunter guarding a bear trap.
When I arrived at the company, Cai Xiubin was mopping the floor on the first floor.
The piece of linoleum that had peeled up had been sealed with tape and neatly reattached. Su Yu stepped on it, but it didn't budge.
"Not skipping class today?" he asked.
"I used a big dictionary to weigh it down all night last night." Cai Xiubin straightened up, leaned the mop against the wall, and his forehead was covered in fine sweat. "That dictionary is ruined. I'll use it as a table corner when I'm acting in movies from now on."
Su Yu didn't reply. That secondhand dictionary, bought to make a good impression, had become a slave to the linoleum floor covering.
He went into the inner room, where Director Park was looking at the edited footage from the first four episodes, fretting over it.
Su Yu slammed a bank card on the table; the sound wasn't loud, but it was crisp enough.
"Add two more fight scenes," Su Yu said. "The scene where Jin Daoqi climbs over the wall is too effeminate and not cool enough. Let's reshoot it."
Director Park glanced back at the card, then looked at the action sequence again, without turning his head: "Adding action scenes will cost money."
"have."
"Where did it come from?"
"I found it."
Director Park didn't ask any more questions. He picked up the card and put it in his pocket, a move so practiced it was almost heartbreaking. "How much more?"
"Add him until he's handsome."
When Yoon Shi-yoon arrived, Su Yu handed him the new script. The scene where Kim Do-gi climbs over the wall had a few extra pages, all filled with hardcore action descriptions that looked painful.
Yoon Shi-yoon flipped through a couple of pages, looked up at him, and stared at him as if he were a madman. "Didn't you say you had no budget?"
"Now we have it."
"Where did it come from?"
"I found it."
Yoon Shi-yoon stared at him for a few seconds, then refrained from asking any more questions. He leaned against the wall, reviewed the newly added scene, and frowned. "Should I practice this wall-climbing scene?"
"want."
"Where do you practice?"
"Downstairs. That low wall."
Yoon Shi-yoon was silent for a moment. "That wall is less than 1.6 meters high."
"That's enough. As long as you can get over it."
"Jin Daoqi is a former special forces soldier, how could he scale a 1.6-meter-tall wall?"
"Jin Daoqi is a special forces soldier, you are not." Su Yu pointed to his leg, his eyes turning cold. "Jin Daoqi climbed over the wall to chase a murderer, you climb over the wall to prove you can climb over it too. This wall isn't a wall, it's your psychological barrier. If you can't climb over it, Jin Daoqi will forever remain just an ordinary person wearing a tactical vest."
Yoon Shi-yoon was stunned. He looked at the script in his hand, then at the dilapidated low wall.
"Do you want me to break my leg, or do you want me to shatter my heart?" Yin Shiyun suddenly laughed, a cruel smile in his eyes. "Fine, Su Yu. You're ruthless enough."
"Just say you're not feeling well, don't force yourself," Su Yu added sarcastically.
Yoon Shi-yoon put the script into his bag without arguing. He stopped at the door without turning around. "Su Yu, is something wrong?"
"no."
"You don't look well."
"Didn't sleep well."
Yoon Shi-yoon pushed open the door and went out.
Su Yu stood by the window and lit a cigarette. His hands were trembling, not from fear, but because the dark red thread from last night was wrapped around his wrist and tangled with the old rubber band, keeping him awake all night.
Downstairs, Cai Xiubin's new drama is being filmed at an internet cafe.
A hacker is on the run; the fingers have to be so fast the camera can't keep up. Su Yu didn't think much when writing this scene; it was An Gao'en's first time taking the initiative. Not typing anymore, but running. She's wearing a hoodie, walking down an alley, with a jerk secretly filming girls ahead of her. Her hand is in her pocket, clutching her phone; the GPS tracking software is running on the screen. Jin Daoqi isn't there; she's alone.
Cai Xiubin glanced at the new script and a slight smile played on her lips. "This scene was added specifically for me, wasn't it?"
"It's necessary for the plot."
You're lying.
"Act it or not, it's up to you."
She acted in it.
The scene in the internet cafe was filmed in three takes. Her fingers weren't fast enough for the first two, so for the third, she added an extra movement—after typing the last keystroke, her fingers paused on the keyboard for a moment. Just a moment, without lifting them. That look in her eyes, from fierce to forlorn in an instant, was like a knife piercing cotton.
Director Park called a halt, saying it was over.
She stood up, walked over to Su Yu, her face covered in sweat. "How is it?"
"good."
"Can't you say a few more words?"
"Your fingers are faster than last time."
She smiled, her eyes crinkling like a cat that had just stolen some fish. She turned and walked away, her ponytail swaying.
Su Yu stood behind the monitor, watching her walk back to the rest area. She picked up her water bottle, took a sip, turned around, and saw that Su Yu was still watching her.
In that instant, Cai Xiubin's eyes changed. Gone was the smugness of before; replaced by an almost transparent vulnerability. She stared at Su Yu, her lips moving slightly as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately swallowed her words. She lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously tracing the label on the water bottle, as if trying to conceal something.
Su Yu stubbed out his cigarette and looked away.
The dark red thread on his wrist tightened again. It wasn't his thread; it was the thread from the person who picked up the money—it hadn't broken yet. It was still tightening.
When Cai Xiubin finished work in the evening, he was packing up his things.
Su Yu walked over, took the new hair tie out of his pocket, and placed it on the table. It was black with a silver pendant.
She glanced at it. "Wasn't this a gift from Shirley?"
"Um."
"You don't want it?"
"Take it."
"I don't want other people's things."
"Now it's yours."
She stared at the rubber band for a few seconds, then didn't take it. She zipped up her backpack and left.
He stopped at the door without turning around.
"Su Yu, is something wrong?"
"no."
"Go to bed early tonight. Don't be wandering around outside in the middle of the night."
Su Yu was taken aback. How did she know he was out wandering around in the middle of the night?
He didn't ask. She left.
Su Yu stood on the empty first floor, sunlight streaming in through the window, dust motes swirling in the beams of light. The new rubber band on the table was still there; Cai Xiubin hadn't taken it.
He picked it up and twirled it around his fingertips.
"Two women, one rubber band," Su Yu said in a low voice. "If this thing breaks, you'll lose two lives."
He put the rubber band back in his pocket. The old one was still on his wrist.