The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

Song Zhixia needed to change planes, and it was already late at night when he arrived in City C.

The summer wind is dry and hot, and the night lights are colorful.

Song Zhixia carried the suitcase and took a taxi back and forth to the ancient town with the money provided by the film crew.

Before reaching the ancient town, you can catch a glimpse of a stream winding out like a silver belt, with green bricks and green tiles, small bridges and flowing water, slowly spreading along with the lanterns on the long street, like retro ink.

They booked a B&B. Most of the residences here have a typical Huizhou architectural style, living by the river, short horizontally and long vertically.

Arriving at the door of the B&B, the elegant and classic words “Comeer is a guest” are engraved on the wooden plaque, gently shaking with the evening wind.

As soon as the door was opened, a circle of directors and cameras surrounded the small yard.

Several guests stood at the door, and the atmosphere was very stiff.

Qian Ruoruo, the youngest among them, stood silently under the eaves and cried, with two people comforting her.

Ning Yuan looked up and said hello, "Zhixia, you are here."

Song Zhixia nodded, pulled the suitcase and walked closer: "What's wrong?"

"Don't mention it, the little girl is sad." Ning Yuan sighed and told the whole story.

The program rules of "Fun Travel" are as follows: the director team will pay for the round trip fee and the food and accommodation expenses for the first day, but the expenses for the next two days need to be earned by themselves.

When all of them got off the plane, the director team gave each of them the car fare and meal expenses for the day, and everything after that had nothing to do with them.

The ancient town is located in a remote place, and you need to transfer twice. Five people were on the way here by car. Qian Ruoruo accidentally left one of the suitcases on the car. He called the driver, but no one answered.

Because of this incident, Qian Ruoruo blamed herself so much that she wanted to take a car to the bus station to retrieve her luggage.

But now it's so late, and the way to come is off, how can they rest assured that she will find it by herself?

It was a long day of travelling, and I didn't even eat dinner. Everyone was very tired.

After listening, Song Zhixia walked up to Qian Ruoruo: "What's in the lost suitcase?"

Qian Ruoruo had calmed down after crying now, she raised her teary eyes to look at Song Zhixia, and forced a smile: "Zhixia, you are here. There is nothing particularly important in the suitcase, just some change of clothes. There are skin care products and cosmetics."

For celebrities, these things are no different from wealth and life.

Song Zhixia: "It's too late now, so it's not convenient to look for it. Can I go to the supermarket to buy some things tonight?"

Qian Ruoruo showed a troubled expression on his face: "We have thought about this, but we don't have enough money."

Ning Yuan, who was standing on the side, took out a cigarette and smoked: "Who has any money left? Take it out and help Ruoruo."

They currently don't have a captain, and everyone's money is given to individuals.

Song Zhixia left 20 yuan for dinner, then took out the remaining 20 yuan and handed it to Qian Ruoruo, and Ning Yuan also took out [-] yuan.

Wang Chunlan folded her arms and looked at them. She was hungry, tired and sleepy at the moment, and she just wanted to eat quickly. When it was her turn, she took out five yuan: "Excuse me, I just went to buy drinks, and only So many."

Ming Yi, who was about the same age as her, took out ten yuan, and the remaining talented actor Bo Yu took out fifteen yuan.

After such a donation, there is a total of 60 yuan.

Looking at the crumpled money, Qian Ruoruo was very moved and couldn't help but thank him.

Ning Yuan accompanied her to the supermarket to buy some emergency necessities, and had dinner with everyone when she came back.

"We had a rough day, but I believe it will come to an end soon. Let's toast together!" Ning Yuan took the initiative to mobilize the atmosphere and picked up the water glass.

"Finally, I have successfully reached the ancient town of C City."

"Take a good night's sleep after eating, and we will be working as laborers when we get up tomorrow, hahahaha."

It was night, Song Zhixia couldn't sleep, so he just went out for a stroll, followed by his assistant director who was in charge of filming him. He was still trying to find a way to upgrade Song Zhixia's salary, otherwise it would be difficult for investors to deal with.

Bypassing the ancient streets and alleys, the streets are very lively at this time, the night market is noisy, people come and go, there are stalls selling clay figurines, paintings and trinkets, etc.

Song Zhixia strolled through these stalls with his hands behind his back. He was outstanding, and he was followed by a camera, attracting many people's attention. Soon someone recognized him and secretly took pictures. There were many bold people who went up to him and asked him if he was Song Zhixia. Zhixia.

After wandering around aimlessly for a while, Song Zhixia suddenly took out his phone, lowered his head and pressed a few buttons.

Then he turned to look at the camera behind him.

The river is sparkling, and the blurred lights reflect the whole scene like a retro blockbuster. The young man stands with his hands behind his back, and his light blue eyes are like gems in the dark night.

He smiled slightly: "I want to ask you to borrow some money, I just discussed it with Director Wang."

The assistant director warned: "The director team will not borrow money easily, except for emergencies."

"Yes," Song Zhixia said seriously, "without this money, none of us would be able to eat breakfast tomorrow. How can we work hard if we don't eat breakfast? Besides, I told the director that interest will be added, and we will pay it back tomorrow night. "

Hearing the word interest, the assistant director thought for a while, and finally agreed: "All right, how much do you want to borrow?"

Song Zhixia stretched out six fingers: "Sixty."

The assistant director took out 60 yuan and handed it to him, and without losing the opportunity, he began to plan for the upgrade: "Well, since we have already lent you the money, we will be more generous and give you a free upgrade."

This time he even omitted the game part, because he was really tired. He saw that Song Zhixia was a black hole in the game, and it was basically useless to upgrade him through this.

Song Zhixia's heart was full of alarm bells, coming and coming, the other party came with the so-called upgrade benefits.

His mind was spinning quickly, waiting for the next unreasonable request from the assistant director, such as you have to complete your hidden mission within three hours, such as unlocking a check-in location with a difficult pose tomorrow...

However, after waiting for a few minutes, the assistant director didn't say anything, and continued to hide behind the camera to shoot him.

Song Zhixia was a little confused: "It's really free?"

"How could your show be so kind and kind" was written on his face.

The assistant director laughed angrily, and he gritted his teeth: "This is a free gift for newcomers, please enjoy it."

Song Zhixia always felt that something was wrong, but since they all said it was free in front of the camera, there must be no fraud, so he accepted it.

Returning to the B&B after shopping, Song Zhixia carried his luggage from the common room on the first floor to the river-view room on the third floor. It has a small balcony and the room area has expanded a lot. He simply packed the suitcase.

The kettle in the room was broken, and Song Zhixia took it downstairs to change it. When returning to the room, Wang Chunlan caught a glimpse of him and was a little surprised: "Huh? Isn't your room on the first floor?"

Holding the hot water bottle, Song Zhixia said calmly, "I have to ask the program crew about this, saying it's a benefit for newcomers."

Wang Chunlan has also come to this show as a flying guest before, and she doesn't remember whether there is such a rule, but the rules change every year, so she can't be sure.

There was a faint smile on her face: "Then congratulations."

After finishing speaking, Wang Chunlan walked to her room, but she was stopped halfway: "Wait a minute, Miss Chunlan, what are you holding?"

Wang Chunlan paused, and she showed him the coffee in her hand as if nothing had happened: "It's just a cup of coffee. I have the habit of drinking coffee before going to bed."

Song Zhixia thought about it for a while: "So sister Chunlan still has money left?"

This question is very delicate. If Wang Chunlan answered yes, then everyone gave Qian Ruoruo the rest of the money to buy daily necessities, but she kept the money for herself, and the feature film would definitely be complained about.

If she answered no, the coffee she just bought in her hand couldn't explain it.

Wang Chunlan's face darkened slightly, thinking that she hadn't settled with him yet, but he tripped her first.

"I have extra money, because I have a nervous breakdown, so I have to drink coffee to refresh myself every night." Wang Chunlan explained with a half-smile, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay, I'll just ask." Song Zhixia's eyes narrowed slightly, "I just borrowed money from the director team, and I plan to use it as early expenses for the few of us tomorrow morning. Since Sister Chunlan has spare money, I don't think I need to worry about it?"

Wang Chunlan: "..."

Good guy, it turned out to be here waiting for her.

The smile on the corner of her lips became more and more stiff: "No need."

After watching Wang Chunlan go back to the room, Song Zhixia also went back to his room. He took out a notebook and wrote and drew on it.

It was close to midnight when all this was done.

He couldn't resist his sleepiness, took a shower, covered the camera in the room after he came out, and then lay down on the bed to get ready to fall asleep.

This is his first time shooting a reality show. In the face of so many cameras, he has to manage his expressions and manners, which can be said to be tiring, but overall, it is quite fun.

There was just one thing that he didn't quite understand. He always felt that Wang Chunlan was vaguely hostile to him, but they were clearly strangers.

Song Zhixia didn't bother to delve into it, anyway, as long as it didn't interfere with his interests.

He started swiping his phone to hypnotize.

Someone sent him a message, it was Chu Jing, and the two of them added WeChat today because the old lady was worried that he would be bullied and wanted Chu Jing to take care of him more.

Song Zhixia clicked on the message he sent, and there was a picture of a full moon, as big as a moon, vast and far away.

[CJ: Watch the moon with the old lady, the moon is very beautiful tonight, how about you? 】

Song Zhixia looked out through the window, the night was dark, the moon was hanging high, half of the moon was hidden in the clouds, and only a little light could be seen.

He pursed his lower lip and typed his reply.

【Song: It's okay too】

The phone vibrated, and Chu Jing received a reply. He picked up the phone and looked at it, then tapped the screen a few times.

Enter a line of words in the dialog box: [The old lady said she misses you a little bit]

After typing, he looked at it repeatedly for a while, then slowly deleted it, and finally shortened it to two words, good night.

Song Zhixia didn't reply anymore.

Chu Jing stood in the presidential suite on the 23rd floor, overlooking the lights downstairs, his eyes were silent.

There is no old lady around him, from beginning to end, but only him.

It turns out that liking someone is this kind of feeling, it's because you don't know how to express it, you're trying your best to talk to the other person, and you're being dragged into every move of the other person.

In 27 years, he has only understood this until now.