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Zhuang Qifeng arrived in Sydney around [-]:[-] am the next day, returned to the hotel where he was staying before [-]:[-] am, and set off with the film crew at [-]:[-] am, only leaving for a day and a half.

Yu Xiaolan sent Shang Zhiyu a message early that morning, and Shang Zhiyu replied: Let him pay attention to rest.

A week later, Shang Zhiyu was discharged from the hospital. On the day of discharge, he found a relatively safe time to call Zhuang Xifeng's cell phone. The number was given to him by Yu Xiaolan before.

Although it was evening at that time, Zhuang Xifeng was still filming on the set. Yu Xiaolan looked at the number at first glance, regardless of 21, rushed in and handed it to Xiwu, "Shang Zhiyu, do you want to take it?"

The phone was still ringing, and Qi Wu was almost taken aback, as if he never expected to receive this call, but he quickly reacted, said "Sorry, please pause for a while", and immediately answered it.

"If you're filming, I'll call back later." Shang Zhiyu said the first sentence.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a few more shots, and it will be over soon." Zhuang Qifeng said.

"I'm calling to tell you that I'm leaving the hospital today, and also, thank you for coming to see me earlier."

"You know?" Zhuang Xifeng frowned slightly.

"The nurses all recognized you and asked me for my autograph." Shang Zhi said with a smile.

"Just give it to them." Zhuang Xifeng said generously.

"Since you're still working, I'll hang up first." Shang Zhiyu said quickly.

"Wait a minute," Zhuang Xifeng said.

"Ok?"

"I asked the nurse that day, she said you should pay attention to rest, don't drink alcohol, don't stay up late, don't drink stimulating drinks, don't eat spicy food, and three meals must be normal, you should be able to do it?" Zhuang Qifeng is not very good asked in a low voice with confidence.

"People who take the flight all night are not qualified to say anything about me." Shang Zhiyu stopped him with a word and said.

"I'm still asleep." Zhuang Xifeng pushed back.

"Don't worry, I will pay attention." Shang Zhiyu replied.

Only then was Zhuang Xifeng satisfied, but he said, "I hope so, who made you a workaholic."

"Each each other."

Zhuang Qifeng was reluctant to hang up for a while, holding the phone and hesitated to speak, Shang Zhiyu saw that he was silent, so he urged, "The director is waiting for you."

Zhuang Xifeng suddenly called out his name, "Shang Zhiyu?"

"Ok?"

Zhuang Qifeng paused for another moment, then whispered into the microphone, "I may not be able to do it now, but I will try hard, as you, can you ignore my various strange emotional troubles and accept me as your friend Woolen cloth?"

Shang Zhiyu was silent for a moment, then replied, "I'll give you an answer when you come back, okay?"

"Okay." Zhuang Xifeng replied bluntly.

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On the first day Shang Zhiyu returned to work, he received a courier. He opened it and found that it was a hardcover album of exhibits in the photography exhibition. The album included all the photos in the exhibition. At the same time, he received two VIP tickets to the premiere of "Anemone" and a huge poster.

As soon as he signed for the receipt, Shang Zhiyu received a call from his temporary manager.

"Received yet?"

"Well, I just received it, and the hardcover is very nice."

"This is done alone. When Qiwu comes back, ask him if he can sell it."

"Is it okay that the main character is not around on the day of the premiere?"

"It doesn't matter, Qiwu has never attended his own premiere, but he asked me to leave the ticket for you."

"Well, I'll go."

"By the way, there is one more thing. I recently received two calls from the same woman. She should have found it after seeing a report about the photography exhibition. She wanted to contact you and said that she had something very important to see you. The problem is that when I asked her who she was, she refused to say, she refused to disclose her name, and she refused to leave her contact information. She only said that she wanted to see you, so I think I should tell you, I don’t know if you have the bottom line in your heart.”

Shang Zhiyu was stunned and asked, "She didn't leave any clues?"

"Ah."

"Well, if she calls again, please make an appointment with her, and I will go to see her then."

"Is that okay?"

"It shouldn't be a problem to make an appointment during the day."

"Well, it's not convenient for me to give out your number. It may be feasible for you to arrange this. Her voice sounded too sincere, but it made me feel very embarrassed when I rejected her twice."

"nothing."

"Well, when I get another call, I'll let you know where I'm at."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you."

"No trouble."

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Yiling appeared at the door of the office with dark circles under her eyes. Looking at her appearance, Shang Zhiyu knew that she stayed up late to write again last night.

Seeing her walking slowly to her seat, she was casually saying hello to Shang Zhiyu, when she suddenly scratched the hardcover album on his desk with her sharp eyes, she suddenly became energetic, her eyes sparkled, Jin Guang, "Still photo of "Anemone"! So beautiful! There are tickets!"

"Are you a reporter or a groupie?" Shang Zhiyu watched her expression change 72 times amusedly.

"All of them!" Although Zheng Yiling had seen these photos a long time ago, and she also went to the photography exhibition, she still couldn't get enough of them.

"You met him that day, in the hospital, right?" Shang Zhi asked her coldly.

"Huh?" Zheng Yiling suddenly turned her head and stared at him, "You know? How did you know?"

"It's him who is too conspicuous."

When he said this, Zheng Yiling couldn't help but sighed, "Originally! If I knew this, I wouldn't have to struggle so long whether I should tell you or not!"

"Oh, so he told you." Shang Zhi said clearly.

"Otherwise, who else would ask me to take good care of you!" Zheng Yiling said with a smile, "This feeling is really strange. This is the first time I have been asked like this."

Shang Zhiyu smiled and said, "I've made you worry."

"How is it, how does it feel for someone to fly so far away to see you?" Zheng Yiling approached him and asked gossipingly.

"I really don't know who is so powerful, and I told him all about my recent situation." Shang Zhiyu said helplessly.

"That's right!" Zheng Yiling hadn't thought about this before, but when Shang Zhiyu said it, she couldn't help frowning, "Doesn't this mean that someone has been spying on you?"

"..." Shang Zhiyu felt scalp numb again because of her inappropriate words.

"Okay, okay." Zheng Yiling asked with a look of indifference, "Are you going to be angry?"

Shang Zhiyu thought for a while, but said, "If you want to be angry with him, you may not be able to finish it."

Zheng Yiling was a little puzzled when she heard Shang Zhiyu's answer. She didn't know what happened between the two, but seeing Shang Zhiyu being so conniving—although he has always been so tolerant—she always felt that she had already surpassed him. The level that ordinary people can bear.

"Your nerves are really different from ordinary people." Zheng Yiling couldn't help but said.

Shang Zhiyu smiled this time, but didn't speak.

"But the object is Xiwu, so it's another matter." Zheng Yiling said again.

"Did you stay up late again last night?" Shang Zhiyu asked, not wanting to keep talking about him.

"Isn't it because of the interview that the other party suddenly had something to delay for a long time, causing me to drink my own coffee all the time, and then I couldn't fall asleep after writing the manuscript."

"I also invite you to go with "Anemone". Just three days later, I saw how enjoyable you were watching "Long Distance Run" last time." Shang Zhiyu said with a smile.

"Okay! I've been waiting for your words!" Zheng Yiling blinked.

"I can see it from your expression." Shang Zhi said gloomily.

"Really? Am I that hungry?"

"It's clear at a glance."

"Give me the ticket first." Zheng Yiling stretched out her hand and said with a smile.

Shang Zhiyu took out one and handed it to her and said, "Afraid that I will miss the appointment?"

"It's always safer to get it first!" Zheng Yiling said.

"Whatever you want." Shang Zhi said with a grin.

Zheng Yiling happily put the ticket away in her wallet, extremely satisfied.

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Coincidentally, three days later, the woman mentioned by the manager called again. He made an appointment at the Blue Mountain Cafe. Knowing that Shang Zhiyu was going to watch the premiere that day, he specially staggered the time. They made an appointment before the premiere, stayed for an hour, and then informed Shang Zhiyu of the time and place, and specially booked a box for him, so as not to have to recognize someone when he arrived.

Shang Zhiyu arrived early that day. Although he was following the film "Anemone Flower" all the way, he was also very interested. During the filming, he was only busy paying attention to capturing the shots, and always ignored many other things, let alone filming. , Sometimes it is impossible to see how the scene will be arranged, so he has always been quite curious about what the edited "Anemone" will look like, and he also has different expectations for it.

He was still flipping through the booklet in his hand, which can be regarded as a work more than half a year ago. While waiting, he read and studied these photos carefully. He has a considerable degree of obsession with taking pictures. There is no possibility of receiving business orders, but he is always too demanding on his works, and he likes to shoot nature, so he has no time to find similar orders. In fact, if he has the conditions, he would like to go far away , such as Africa, Antarctica, etc., he yearns to take pictures of scenes that ordinary people cannot see, and he always feels that only such pictures can be taken with practical significance.

Shang Zhiyu didn't wait long, because the other party was not late, and even arrived early, and there were still 5 minutes before the official meeting.

The door was opened by the waiter, and the guests who were ushered in stood outside the door. Shang Zhiyu raised his head inadvertently, but was stunned for an instant.

It was a woman with a gentle temperament. She was wearing an off-white cotton shirt and a slightly flowing navy blue linen dress. Her long black hair was tied to one side and naturally fell to her waist, revealing her slender body. With a fair neck and a rather simple monochrome cloth bag on his shoulder, when he walked in, it was as elegant as a smear of duckweed.

"It's me, Zhiyu, long time no see." She said softly with that smile that made Shang Zhiyu so familiar to her heartache.