Hi everybody!
Here a new oneshot! A little Christmas story, even if it's a little too late!
I'm talking about my other fic, "Honor to us all", but you don't have to read it to understand this one ^^
It's a prompt, "wonder", of the prompt series written by JVH624 Dr-Cokebottles Meggyhashope Daphnecs8 rainingmeteors
Enjoy!
The Christmas TV Movie: What makes it so easy to guess the ending?
It had been several months since the Mingde Theatre Club had produced its musical "Mulan," featuring Dong Shancai playing Mulan and Daoming Si playing Shang. Since then, the club didn't stop to welcome new members and requests for new shows. Qinghe was very proud, and, now, he behaved like a true professional.
So many things had happened and, now, his best friend was called Daoming Shancai for already a month. It had been difficult for Qinghe to see his childhood love marrying AhSi, but he eventually accepted it. The Maple Hotel chain's heir seemed to be sincerely in love with Shancai, and she also seemed smitten. Then, on top of that, he and Lizhen became closer.
By the way, Qinghe had a date with Lizhen when he received an unexpected phone call. He almost fainted when he recognized his favorite series director on the other end of the line. He had to pinch himself when the same man offered to help him shoot a Christmas TV movie.
He had heard a lot about his portrayal of Mulan and even saw a video of it. So, he was interested in the way he trained his actors and had been seduced by their talents, especially those of Daoming Si and Shancai. So, he wanted to engage them for his Christmas TV movie and hoped that Qinghe would help him to decide them.
Proud and flattered, Qinghe quickly accepted. Once he hung up, he shouted with joy, jumping up and down in his parents' living room – before he stopped suddenly. He just realized he had to convince the Daomings again to play – and it was far from easy!!
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Shancai sighed, pulling her hair back with a weary gesture. "Okay, okay, Qinghe! I'll see what I can do!" She said, becoming even more uncomfortable, before hanging up.
AhSi, who was sitting with his computer on the couch, looked up, raising an eyebrow questioningly. His wife closed her eyes, gathering all her courage before explaining her best friend's new plan.
Her husband tilted his head back, growling in despair. He knew in advance that Shancai didn't want to do it but was ready to give in to her friend, moved by his dismay. So, she would do her best to convince him to do it too. It was utterly futile to resist.
He couldn't say "no" to his wife. "Do you know the scenario, at least?" He asked, tiredly.
Shancai shrugged. "Qinghe must send it to me in the evening." She replied.
Daoming Si massaged his temples, sighing for the umpteenth time. "I guess we'll have to dive into the "Christmas spirit" and relive the magic of this celebration through a sappy scenario?" He said in a jaded tone. He turned to his wife and was surprised to find she looked utterly lost. "What's going on?" He asked puzzled.
Shancai fidgeted slightly, uneasy. "I've never really celebrated Christmas." She finally confessed. "I don't have any idea what the magic of Christmas is, nor its spirit, nor anything like that." She looked down, ashamed. AhSi hastily got up and hugged her tenderly.
