Luo Sui'an arrived at the cafe first and ordered coffee, some fruits and snacks. As soon as the waiter brought her order, Mu Song arrived.
He was wearing casual clothes and a mask, and his tall figure was somewhat similar to Ye Yixing. Luo Sui'an felt familiar at first glance and was stunned for a second before getting up.
"Hello, Teacher Mu."
Mu Song also looked at her, as if searching for something on her face.
Luo Sui'an couldn't help but touch his face, wondering if there was something dirty on his face.
"You look very much like you did when I was a kid." Half a minute later, Mu Song spoke.
Luo Suian made a sound and asked uncertainly: "Have you... seen me when I was a child?"
Mu Song took off his mask, revealing a face that was five times similar to Ye Yixing's.
Luo Sui'an took a breath of cold air and said in disbelief: "Are you...Uncle Ye?"
"You are much older than before. Don't you recognize me?"
Yes, Mu Song is Ye Muyi's pen name.
"No, no, you are still as young as before. I was just too surprised. I didn't expect you to be Teacher Mu." Luo Sui'an was nervous when he spoke, and secretly cursed Ye Yixing for not telling her that Mu Song was his father.
Ye Muyi smiled gently: "Don't be nervous, just call me Uncle Ye."
It was hard for Luo Sui'an not to be nervous. After all, this was Ye Yixing's father. He was caught off guard and met his parents. No one else could be nervous.
"Ye, Uncle Ye, you drink coffee."
Ye Muyi drank it for the sake of dignity and said, "It's my favorite taste."
Luo Suian told the truth: "Ayi told me."
No wonder Ye Yixing understands Mu Song's taste so well. How can he not understand his own father's taste?
"He didn't tell you that I was his father?" Ye Muyi asked with a smile.
Luo Suian shook his head in embarrassment: "I didn't think of it myself."
Ye Muyi laughed: "I didn't expect him to make fun of others. Now that I think about it, it seems that after meeting you, his temper has become much more lively."
Luo Sui'an didn't dare to answer easily and could only giggle along.
"Don't be nervous." Ye Muyi noticed her nervousness: "When you were a kid, you weren't that nervous when you saw me."
Luo Suianxin said, isn't this different? At that time, she was the little princess of Baicheng, so she didn't need to be nervous when meeting anyone. But now, she is nothing and has a child, so she is not worthy of Ye Yixing.
"You still remember." She smiled sarcastically.
Ye Muyi nodded: "I'm very impressed."
Luo Sui'an didn't even dare to ask whether it was a good impression or a bad impression.
Seeing that she was really nervous, Ye Muyi stopped talking and asked instead, "What do you want to see me for today?"
When the conversation got down to business, Luo Sui'an became more relaxed. She talked about her idea of shooting an advertisement. She mainly wanted to ask Mu Song to write a short story for the advertisement and use it for the shooting of the advertisement.
"Is it necessary to write a story when shooting an advertisement?" Ye Muyi wondered.
Luo Sui'an explained: "I wanted to shoot something different. Chinese clothing is different from fashion. Fashion can rely on more than ten seconds of advertising to make people remember it, but Chinese clothing cannot. If Chinese clothing wants to be remembered, it needs help.
It’s a bit extra vegetarian.”
Ye Muyi understood and subconsciously suggested: "Then I suggest you not to shoot commercials. After all, commercials are pursuing the vegetarian effect. You can just shoot short dramas, which last for a few minutes. As long as the story is wonderful, you don't have to worry about the number of views."
Luo Sui'an's eyes lit up and he humbly asked: "Can you explain it in detail?"
Ye Muyi simply took out his phone and found a few short videos for her to watch.