The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

On Pagoda Mountain, the most famous temple is the mosque. This temple is very spiritual for praying for peace and attracts many tourists to visit and fulfill their wishes.

The crew climbed up the mountain, and after arriving at the mosque, they lined up one by one to pray for blessings. Qin Chengyue valued this very much. He is a devout Buddhist believer.

Soon it was Song Zhixia's turn. He stepped into the Buddhist hall. The main hall was very tall and wide. The ten-meter-high Buddha statue looked majestic and glaring. Except for two doors, the main hall basically had no windows, but there was a hint of coolness. .

He walked to the futon, knelt down in front of the Buddha, the benevolent Buddha statue looked down at him, and the Sanskrit sound of Namo Amitabha Buddha echoed in the hall.

Song Zhixia kowtowed to the Buddha and bowed down.

Is there really a cycle of karma in this world, is retribution unhappy?

Only Namo Amitabha's voice answered him.

After the worship, Song Zhixia quietly left the Buddhist hall.

Then it was Chu Rou's turn. Chu Rou hadn't been in a good state recently, and she didn't plan to take on the show, but Qin Chengyue started to praise her when she was young. The two were very good friends, and she had to give this face.

Seeing Song Zhixia now, that extremely resemblance face always reminded her that she was in a worse condition back then.

Chu Rou entered the main hall in a hurry, found the futon mechanically, and bowed down.

At this moment, she heard an extremely light and melodious singing voice, which was an extremely difficult to identify foreign language, more like a humming song, ethereal and melodious, and catchy.

Chu Rou stopped bowing down, and she couldn't help but began to recall many scenes that she never wanted to remember in her life.

She covered her ears, but the singing was pervasive, like tides dribbling into her ears from between her fingers.

It was like dense needles piercing into the depths of her mind, constantly churning, and when it reached the critical point, Chu Rou couldn't stand it anymore, as if all directions were densely packed, like a magic spell, it was full of that singing voice.

She opened her mouth to scream, but she didn't make any sound. Immediately, Chu Rou stood up from the futon and rushed out towards the back door.

Lin Yi is in that singing, she wants to run away, run away a little further.

Chu Rou panicked and didn't choose the way. After rushing out the back door, she didn't look at the road. There was a sloping gravel path under her feet. She accidentally stepped on a few stones, her body's center of gravity was tilted, and she fell down instantly.

She screamed, subconsciously stretched out her hand to cover her face, but felt that countless branches and stones pierced her skin, scratching several scars.

Chu Rou couldn't remember how long she had been rolling. From the beginning, her arms became limp due to severe pain, and she couldn't lift them up. Sweat gradually blurred her vision. She raised her head with difficulty, trying to call for help, but her eyes froze immediately.

Above Xiaopo, a pair of calm and soft blue eyes stared at her without any warmth, as if looking at a dead person.

Chu Rou's mind was shaken, she choked in her throat when she asked for help, her fingers trembled, she couldn't help convulsing, she tilted her head, and passed out.

Song Zhixia stood on a high place with his hands in his pockets, looking at her motionless.

Then he turned and left as if he hadn't seen anything.

The secretary served the brewed coffee and knocked on the door of the president's office. After the sound of "Come in" came from inside, she opened the door and delivered the coffee to Chu Jing.

Chu Jing was reading the project report, and took a sip from the coffee cup. The taste was not very good, so he frowned and put it aside.

Secretary Hui reported: "The first batch of holographic theaters have implemented fixed-point projection, and the analysis report is expected to be submitted within a week."

Chu Jing said, "Okay."

He tapped the screen twice casually, and suddenly remembered: "How is Song Zhixia going?"

"Mr. Song is filming "Strange Night" recently, and he has already joined the group." The secretary presented the results in a hurry, "As for Chu Tong, there is nothing unusual, he hasn't done anything recently."

Before Song Zhixia left, he sent a message to Chu Jing. This was a habit developed by Chu Jing. He didn't need to know Chu Jing's movements, but Chu Jing had to control his every move.

Chu Jing had a vague impression of the drama "Strange Night". Someone asked him to invest in it, and he and Qin Chengyue were friends, so he also invested in it.

How long is this film expected to be filmed?

He lowered his head and looked up the show on his phone. He checked the investment contract, which contained a time limit, which was expected to be filmed for half a year.

Half a year.

Chu Jing thought casually, it didn't take long.

He was about to close the electronic contract when suddenly out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the list of leading actors, Song Zhixia, Yan Yu...

Chu Jing paused for a moment when he withdrew, and then went back, as if he didn't know these two words, he read these two words again and again.

He narrowed his eyes slightly: "Yan Yu is playing the leading role?"

Of course, a qualified secretary must know the boss's lover, family relationship, and love rivals like the palm of his hand. The prepared secretary replied: "Yan Yu went to Korea after breaking up with Song Zhixia and worked as a trainee in Korea for a year. He became popular when he debuted, and later won Cannes Best Actor, this year is the pinnacle of his career, and he returned to China at the invitation of Director Qin."

"Oh," Chu Jing said with a smirk, "Director Qin is really embarrassing."

The secretary dared not speak.

"Okay, I know, you go and do your own thing." Chu Jing waved his hand casually.

The secretary nodded and turned to leave.

Such a big accident happened on the first day that the crew prayed to Buddha. Chu Rou won the actress, and she was backed by the Chu family. Qin Chengyue couldn't bear it. The first time she found out that Chu Rou had fallen down the stairs, she called 120 and called the doctor for emergency treatment. .

The doctor made a preliminary diagnosis on the spot as a fracture, and the rest of the hands and faces were covered with small abrasions, which could be cured by applying some medicine.

But Chu Rou's condition looked very bad, she fell into a coma and couldn't wake up no matter what.

After hearing the news, Chu Rou's agent rushed over to deal with the matter. After hearing Qin Chengyue's explanation, he said incredulously: "So she rushed out by herself and accidentally fell?"

Song Zhixia left before Chu Rou. As a witness who heard the screams, he lowered his eyes and explained: "I don't know what happened, anyway, she was already like this when I saw it."

The agent knew that Chu Rou's emotional state had always been unstable. Although this incident seemed strange in itself, it was not so strange when it happened to her. No one in the industry knew that Chu Rou had suffered from depression.

So he suppressed his doubts, politely thanked Song Zhixia, and turned to discuss with Qin Chengyue about the filming in the future.

This day was also a bit of a toss, and the rest of the artists all boarded the RV and went back to the hotel.

After Song Zhixia got into the RV, his phone vibrated lightly. He took it out to have a look, and Chu Jing called him: "Have you gone to City B?"

Song Zhixia hummed: "I sent you a message."

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Chu Jing overlooked the high-rise buildings outside the window, walked through these buildings, and city B was [-] kilometers away.

He said lightly, "I heard that city B's shrimp is very famous. I want to eat it now."

The two have been together for three years at least, and they know each other to a certain extent. Song Zhixia paused: "You mean, let me buy it for you now?"

"Otherwise what else could it mean?"

After turning it on, the next day is the male lead role. Song Zhixia had to get up at five in the morning to take the makeup photos.

But now, Chu Jing asked him to buy food and deliver it. The round trip took at least six hours, plus the time spent queuing up for shopping. In other words, if he was asked to deliver it now, he would not have to sleep at all tonight.

He found it ridiculous, but it wasn't the first time he felt this way when facing Chu Jing: "Mr. Chu, I'll ask my manager to send it to me."

"Why, no time?" Chu Jing smiled and said, "As soon as Yan Yu came back, you became busy?"

The meaning of these words is self-evident.

Song Zhixia was silent and took two deep breaths.

Chu Jing once again let him go to the point where he had no choice. He clenched his fists and finally said, "Okay, I get it."

After hearing a satisfactory answer, Chu Jing hung up the phone.

Song Zhixia sent a message to Chen Ye, asking him to help line up to buy flavored shrimp. He is now going back to the hotel to take a shower and get the script.

The first time he returned to the hotel, he was about to go through the suitcase, but found an unexpected guest in the room.

The man was dressed in black, his eyebrows and eyes were six points similar to Chu Jing's, but more mature and wrinkled.

He turned around slowly and looked at the young man in front of him: "You were there on the birthday party, and you were there when Chu Rou fell down today."

Where are there so many coincidences in the world?It's just a carefully camouflaged design.

Chu Qingrong approached Song Zhixia and concluded, "You are Lin Yi's son."

His arrival was outside of Song Zhixia's plan. He was surprised for a moment and then quickly regained his composure. While bending over to search for the script, he sarcastically said, "Come uninvited, it really fits the style of your Chu family."

Chu Qingrong didn't care, he looked at him directly: "That's it, you stayed by Chu Jing's side just for today?"

After finding the script from the coffee table, Song Zhixia stuffed it into his backpack, then stood up straight: "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Song Zhixia," Chu Qingrong's voice suddenly sank, "Lin Yi's death has nothing to do with me and Xiaorou, I don't care what you want to do, stop now, otherwise you will definitely regret it!"

His public image to the outside world has always been kind and mature, benevolent and successful, rarely showing such a ferocious appearance, as if the mask he had worn for a long time suddenly fell off.

The air seemed to be full of spikes, if conditions allowed, Song Zhixia had no doubt that he would strike directly.

After all, what kind of good conduct can a person who can give birth to a son like Chu Jing have?

Song Zhixia slowly zipped up the backpack, and suddenly smiled softly: "I'm only in a hurry now, isn't it a bit late?"

Chu Qingrong was short of breath. He admitted that there was indeed an impulsive element tonight, but after hearing the news that the sister he cared about most had broken a bone, he couldn't calm down at all.

He tried his best to restrain his anger: "What the hell are you trying to do?!"

Song Zhixia seemed very curious: "It's just a song, but if I force you to this point, if I really do something, won't you go crazy?"

This was clearly a threat from Chiguo.Guo, Chu Qingrong gritted his teeth a little bit, his eyes turned cold: "It seems that you don't plan to stop whatever I say."

Song Zhixia clasped his hands, looked at him with blue eyes motionless, and said gently, "I have a message for you—don't do anything wrong, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door."

When he spoke the second half of the sentence, he paused every word with a loud voice.

Speaking of this, it seems superfluous to say anything else.

Chu Qingrong's eyelids drooped, and a stern look flashed across his eyes. He laughed shortly: "Then we'll see."

He straightened his clothes, and left with a straight body.

Song Zhixia locked the door again, still according to the original plan, he took a shower, came out, picked up his backpack, put on a mask and hat and went downstairs.

Chen Ye, who received the news, thought it was Song Zhixia who wanted to eat, so he naturally lined up to help buy flavored shrimp, and asked the driver to bring them here.

After getting in the car, Song Zhixia didn't even look at the box of shrimp eyes. After reporting the address to the driver, he lowered the seat and started to read the script.

Chen Ye did not confirm this itinerary with the driver. After entering the navigation, the driver hesitated and asked, "Zhixia, do you want to tell Chen Ye about this?"

"No need." Song Zhixia didn't raise his head, "Private schedule, no need to report."

The driver nodded: "OK."

He glanced at the road conditions and muttered, "The road is a bit congested tonight."

It was pitch black outside the window, with colorful lights flickering in patches, and white flocs slapped against the window, gradually turning into light snow.

With the heater turned on in the car, Song Zhixia focused on reading the script without paying attention to the time.

Gradually, he nodded, the words in front of his eyes stretched and blurred, and then the script slipped from the young man's hand, and he fell asleep.

Yan Yu, who was still asleep, took out his mobile phone, hesitated a few times, walked up and down the room, recalling the scene he saw during the day in his mind.

He was the first to come out from the back door, and originally planned to wait for Song Zhixia, but after a while, Chu Rou ran out covering her ears with an expression like she had seen a ghost, while Song Zhixia stood on a high place, looking at her indifferently.

Song Zhixia, whom Yan Yu knew, had a high level of empathy, so it was impossible for him to do such a thing.

Yan Yu naturally believed in Song Zhixia unconditionally, so there was only one answer, that person must have violated Song Zhixia's bottom line, so he would not save him.

During the three years since he left, what exactly happened to the boy he cared for?

Yan Yu finally dialed the phone.

A few busy tones sounded and the connection was made.

Yan Yu said softly: "Xia Xia."

The young man in the RV just woke up, and his voice was still hoarse: "Yan Yu?"

Such a gentle nickname, only Yan Yu would call him like that, so that he was in a trance for a moment. Could it be that the years of separation did not exist at all?

Facing Song Zhixia, Yan Yu was [-]% patient: "I want to meet you."

The phone was quiet for a few seconds, and there was no answer. Yan Yu kept waiting, with the corners of her lips slightly raised.

Song Zhixia suspected that he was still dreaming, the temperature in the car was too warm, the coffee made before going to bed was steaming, and the script that had been well-written was spread out on his lap.

The whisper in the ear is like a soft feather falling, like a shallow kiss that is long overdue.

Holding the phone, he almost wanted to take advantage of the comfortable atmosphere and nod in response.

Suddenly, the tires rubbed against the ground violently, like a piercing scream, which woke him up suddenly.

Song Zhixia raised his eyes and looked forward. The driver slammed the steering wheel, slammed on the brakes, and the constantly enlarged headlights were reflected in his eyes at the same time like a broken mirror.

He opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, a violent "bang" sounded first.

Yan Yu's heart sank, her voice was so sharp that she almost changed her tune: "Song Zhixia, where are you, Song Zhixia?!"

Beep beep, the phone is busy.

No one answered him again.