Huayu: This celebrity doesn't follow the rules.

Chapter 4 The Morning of 2014
At six o'clock in the morning, in the sea-view suite of Xiamen Tianyuan Hotel.

Jiang Ye woke up on the two-meter-wide luxurious bed and stretched comfortably.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the entire room in a golden glow, and even the air was filled with the subtle fragrance of a high-end perfume.

"Comfortable!"

He sighed with satisfaction. As expected of the executive suite where the lead actor stayed, it was much better than his cramped double room.

Jiang Ye rolled out of bed, stepped barefoot onto the soft, long-pile carpet, and did a few standard stretching exercises.

As for why he was able to sleep here...

Of course, it's to help my good brother Ouhao "keep an eye on" him!

Jiang Ye considers himself a loyal and righteous person!

Moreover, this task couldn't be easier for him: as long as he stayed obediently in Ouhao's room, his good brother would be safe!

So last night, as soon as he got the room key, he finished washing up early and had a good night's sleep on this expensive bed.

"I'm such a good person..."

Jiang Ye finished a set of push-ups with great enthusiasm and hummed a little tune as he walked towards the bathroom.

Suddenly, he stopped abruptly.

On the sofa in the living room, Ou Hao, sporting two huge dark circles under his eyes, sat up groggily, rubbing his eyes.

Their eyes met, and the air froze instantly.

Jiang Ye: "."

Ou Hao: "."

"Brother, you've worked hard!" Ou Hao suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Jiang Ye's hand tightly. "You must have been exhausted from keeping watch yesterday. I tried to wake you up in the middle of the night, but I couldn't."

Jiang Ye's expression immediately became quite interesting.

He's just a heavy sleeper...

"Um..." Jiang Ye was unusually embarrassed, touching his nose, "It's nothing, it's nothing."

Ou Hao's eyes welled up with tears: "I knew I hadn't misjudged you! No one went into your sister-in-law's room yesterday, right?"

"No... Don't worry, Brother Ou, I kept watching until midnight without blinking, I guarantee not even a fly got in!"

"Shall we continue tonight?"

Looking into Ou Hao's sincere eyes, he suddenly felt a pang of conscience...

It's a good thing he wasn't a pervert, otherwise I, the one "keeping an eye on" him, would have not only slept in his bed, but also slept with his woman...

What a bully!
I wonder if he'll jump off the balcony if he finds out...

After a quick wash, Jiang Ye said goodbye to Ou Hao, who was going to catch up on sleep, put on a sports jacket, and started his morning run along Huandao South Road.

The city gates in the morning mist carried the salty sea breeze, and the fiery red petals of the phoenix trees along the roadside were scattered all over the ground. Several old men were doing their morning exercise on the boardwalk with radios playing "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style".

This is a habit he developed after being reborn and joining the film crew: running five kilometers every day, starting from Tianyuan Hotel, passing through Zengcuo'an Art Street, and finally circling around to Huangcuo Beach.

In 2014, Zengcuo'an was not yet fully commercialized. An old lady at the entrance of the alley was frying oyster omelets, and the aroma mixed with the salty sea breeze wafted over.

After finishing his run, Jiang Ye turned into "A Ling's Rice Noodle Soup" next to Huangcuo Vegetable Market, a place he knew exactly where to go.

He preferred the lively atmosphere of the restaurant to the hotel's exquisite buffet.

The mottled wall was covered with faded posters of "Transformers 4", and several motorcycle taxis were parked at the entrance, with the drivers chatting in Hokkien about last night's football match.

"Young man, the usual?" The proprietress, wearing an apron with the words "Taobao Hot Item" printed on it, deftly scooped the noodle paste into a porcelain bowl.

"Add oysters! And another fried dough stick!"

Jiang Ye took out his newly bought Xiaomi 4 and turned off the song "The Ordinary Road" by Pu Shu in his headphones.

As the steaming hot rice noodle soup was served, Jiang Ye scrolled through Weibo while eating crispy fried dough sticks.

Chen Sicheng, Tong Liya, and XJ hold their wedding.

Netizens revealed that Tong Liya's father performed the dombra, and the souvenirs included specially made naan bread.
[Wu Jing Welcomes a Son] Xie Nan gave birth smoothly, and Wu Jing posted a photo of "Wu Suowei's" footprints on Weibo.
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While we were eating, two young men in blue vests walked in: "Grandma, you can get a 20 yuan red envelope if you use Alipay to receive a payment!"

"What treasure?" The proprietress waved her hand warily. "I only accept cash!"

"Scan this code to receive money..."

"No, no! What if they sweep all my money away!"

Jiang Ye couldn't help but laugh out loud, and took out ten yuan and put it at the bottom of the bowl.

As I walked out of the store, a shop across the street was playing "Little Apple," and several girls were taking selfies around a life-size standee of "Gu Jian Qi Tan."

He glanced at the time on his phone: 07:30 AM. Time to head to the film set.

"This is 2014..."

Jiang Ye threw the empty bottle of Yinlu peanut milk into the trash can and ran towards the bus stop.

Bus No. 22 slowly pulled into the station, its "China Mobile 4G" advertisement gleaming on the side.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Jiang Ye arrived at the film set. At that time, only the lighting crew and production assistants were moving equipment.

"Xiao Jiang is here so early!" The production assistant handed him a cup of soy milk familiarly.

"I'm just killing time anyway." Jiang Ye finished his drink in a few gulps, then helped the lighting technician carry the softbox and tidied up the costume racks for the props team.

In less than half an hour, the entire crew was praising, "This kid is so diligent!"

After finishing his work, Jiang Ye wandered to a corner of the set to look for a charging socket, and suddenly spotted a familiar figure at the back door of the dressing room.

Chen Duling was wearing a light blue school uniform skirt, her long black hair tied in a ponytail, and she was making a face at the makeup mirror.

Her eyes widened, her fingers supporting her upper and lower eyelids, and she remained motionless like a frightened fawn.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on her face and making her skin appear as white as snow.

"What kind of unparalleled martial arts are they practicing?" Jiang Ye asked curiously as he approached.

Chen Duling was so startled that her hand trembled, and the mirror almost fell to the ground.

Upon seeing it was him, he immediately resumed his aloof expression: "Director Su said I blinked too fast when shooting close-ups, so I'll practice!"

"If you're alright, get out of here!"

Jiang Ye recalled Su Youpeng's complaint yesterday: "Chen Duling blinks so frequently that even a fly could be caught in her eyelashes and die."

"Oh, so the early bird catches the worm, right?"

"Um, Dudu," he deliberately dragged out the sound, "do you need professional guidance?"

Chen Duling instantly lost her composure, unable to maintain her aloofness any longer. She glared at him angrily, "If you continue to be so disrespectful, I'll..."

"You're going to use your eyelashes to kill me?" Jiang Ye blinked wildly, mimicking her earlier movements. "I heard you stunned all the little bugs that flew by yesterday?"

"You!" Chen Duling raised the mirror as if to smash it, but couldn't help but laugh out loud first.

She wore light lip gloss today, and a faint dimple appeared at the corner of her mouth when she smiled.

Jiang Ye magically pulled a bottle of eye drops from his pocket: "Try this? It's a professional actor's secret. After using it, you'll feel a sense of mission to die with your eyes open."

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Chen Duling took the eye drops, then suddenly stood on tiptoe and leaned close to his eyes: "Let me see, have you practiced this before?"

The faint scent of gardenias emanating from the girl suddenly approached, catching Jiang Ye off guard. He took a half step back, his lower back hitting the prop rack with a clatter.

"Jiang Ye!" the stagehand roared from afar, "Don't damage the equipment!"

Taking the opportunity, Chen Duling stuffed the eye drops into her pocket. As she turned around, her ponytail brushed against his chin: "Little brat, you should mind your own business first."

The sunlight was just right, and the faint blush on the tips of her ears was either from the morning light or something else, I couldn't tell.

(End of this chapter)