After Aojiao's amnesia turned into a crying bag

"elder brother."

A soft little hand held Fang Chuxi, and he lowered his head, only seeing the child's chubby head.

Looking at the clothes, it should be a boy, pointing forward with a soft white hand, and said in a clear and clean voice, "Brother, I want to go there to play."

Fang Chuxi thought, where did your parents go? Why did you let a child as young as you come out to play alone?

But he squatted down involuntarily, reached a position as high as the boy, raised his hand and stroked his soft hair: "Then brother will accompany you, okay?"

The boy turned his head, his beautiful eyes seemed to be filled with stars, and his milky white cheeks were lightly pink with joy:

"Okay, my brother will accompany me."

Before Fang Chuxi had time to smile, the boy disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The surrounding space also changed its appearance, followed by a woman's panicked shout:

"……found it!"

"Second Young Master! Second Young Master, wake up!"

"Call the doctor over here..."

Fang Chuxi opened his eyes wide.Not far away, a young woman was running up the stairs from the basement with a small body in her arms. The boy was curled up in her arms, his knees and arms were covered with bruises, and his beautiful eyes were tightly closed. , as if there was no sound.

The woman hugged the boy anxiously and ran up, passing him by.

Fang Chuxi was stunned in place, and a call came faintly in his ear:

"elder brother……"

Fang Chuxi suddenly opened his eyes.

The golden sunlight in the afternoon passed through the gaps in the curtains and fell between his eyebrows and eyes, making him wake up quickly.

Maybe it was because of the influence of the Lu family's nanny yesterday, he only took a half-hour nap, but he was able to dream.And the little child in the dream is clearly a shrunken version of Lu Yunchuan.

Fang Chuxi walked into the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, quickly got rid of the emotions in the dream, and then went back to the bedroom to check the time.

It is now [-]:[-] in the afternoon, and Teacher Zhang agreed to meet with him at [-]:[-] in the afternoon. It takes about an hour to drive from his house to the teacher's house.He tidied himself up briefly, and put on a silver-white coat, dark blue jeans, and black Martin boots. He looked much more youthful, just like when he was in college.

He looked at himself in the mirror, stroked a strand of hair raised from the sideburns, and couldn't help but smile.

He is going to continue to be a screenwriter.

"After so many years, he is finally willing to come back to be a screenwriter." Professor Zhang's wrinkled eyes curled up, and he handed the phone screen to the person beside him, "Come on, help me to see, is the address sent right?" ..."

The young man sitting next to him read it carefully and said with a smile, "Don't worry, you can't go wrong."

Professor Zhang took the phone, and couldn't help feeling emotional: "You know, when I was in class at Jingying, the students rushed over to ask for my contact information, and valued the old man's contacts in my hand—he was the only one. , stood quietly by the side, and when everyone had left, he held his notebook and asked me questions one by one that he didn't understand in class."

The young man nodded: "Very good, not impetuous."

"That's what I value about him," Professor Zhang said with a smile, "When we create, we must not be impetuous. If we only pursue fame and fortune, how can we create good works?"

Before he finished speaking, the doorbell rang at the entrance, and Professor Zhang's eyes lit up: "It must be Chu Xi!"

"Sit down," the young man held him down, and got up first, "I'll open the door for you."

Fang Chuxi stood in front of the anti-theft door and pulled the scarf around his collar.

It was a bit windy outside today, and the tip of his nose was freezing red, which became more and more conspicuous on his already fair skin, like a light pink cherry on top of a cake.

When the doorbell's music ended, there was a faint sound of footsteps walking towards the door.The anti-theft door was pushed open, Fang Chuxi pulled off the scarf, and was about to say hello to the teacher, but unexpectedly saw a somewhat familiar face.

"Why are you here?" Fang Chuxi blinked in surprise, "Isn't this Mr. Zhang's house..."

Meng Qi showed him a hearty smile: "It really is you. Don't worry, you didn't go wrong. I was wondering if there would be two people with the same name, but it turned out to be such a coincidence."

Fang Chuxi suddenly understood: "Are you that director?"

Meng Qi waved the non-existent hat at him: "It's true."

After hearing the conversation between the two, Professor Zhang couldn't help standing up and walking to the entrance: "Do you know each other?"

"I met you by chance before, but I didn't expect to see you again so soon." Fang Chuxi walked into the door with a smile and greeted him habitually, "Teacher, you look very good today."

Professor Zhang patted him on the shoulder: "Since the two of you know each other well, there is no need for me to introduce you, old man."

The room was warm, Fang Chuxi took off his coat, and sat down on the sofa with them.

When Fang Chuxi saw Meng Qi, he was indeed surprised, and what followed was more pleasure.He was a little apprehensive at first, what would happen if the director couldn't talk to him, but he didn't have to worry about this problem at all when facing Meng Qi.

It was also at this time that Fang Chuxi understood the source of the familiarity with Meng Qi that day.Last year's winner of the Jinjiang Award for New Director was none other than Meng Qi himself, and Fang Chuxi had watched the TV series he won the award for, so the director's skill is absolutely undeniable.

Meng Qi was going to shoot a costume drama adapted from a novel, and the Chinese New Year would be less than two months away, and the crew planned to start filming in the first week of the year, but Meng Qi was very picky about the screenwriter, and saw several people All the originals were rejected, and the producer was so anxious that he was about to fight him.

"Apart from our usual loud voice, our producer is still very reliable," Meng Qi said with a smile, "The investment has already been in place, and the currently tentative actors are all experienced in acting. What you wrote When the time comes, just boldly let go of your hands and feet."

Fang Chuxi nodded: "No problem."

Two months is enough for him to create a TV drama script, and the first version of the script will undergo countless changes during the months of shooting according to the actual shooting.In the past, the filming time of the crews he worked with basically started in four months, and this time should be no exception.

Therefore, after the new year, he will not see Lu Yunchuan for half a year.

Perhaps when he returned home from the film crew, Lu Yunchuan had recovered his memory.At that time, they will be able to divorce logically.

Fang Chuxi lowered his eyelashes, his expression was in a trance for a moment.

Meng Qi looked up at him suddenly: "You don't feel well?"

"Huh?" Fang Chuxi froze for a moment, "No."

Meng Qi smiled: "That's good. I just felt that your mood was a little low, and I thought you were not feeling well."

"Maybe the sweater is too thick, it's a little hot." Fang Chuxi made an excuse casually, and at the same time he was a little surprised. He didn't expect Meng Qi's observation skills to be so meticulous. He is worthy of being a director.

When the teacher's wife came back in the evening, Teacher Zhang felt that she was not enjoying herself, so she insisted on keeping the two of them at home for dinner.By the time Fang Chuxi drove home, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

When he came out of the elevator, he saw a figure standing at the door of his house, it was Lin Lan holding something in his arms.

"Mr. Fang, you are finally back." Lin Lan breathed a sigh of relief, "President Lu asked me to deliver something to you."

Fang Chuxi hurried over to open the door: "Why did he make you wait here? Come in quickly, what you hold in your hand is..."

His voice stopped abruptly, because he heard a childish "meow" from the flight bag in Lin Lan's hand.

Lin Lan picked up the cat bag in her hand and explained: "Boss Lu picked it up in the company's underground garage."

After entering the house, Fang Chuxi carefully took the flight bag and held it firmly in his arms.He found an unused soft towel and spread it on the sofa, and gently pulled the flight bag away.

A soft cry came from inside, and then, a small milky white paw stuck out of the cat's bag.

Fang Chuxi only felt that his breathing had stopped.

It was a snow-white kitten, but it was as big as a palm, and its round ice-blue eyes were as clear as the water of Lake Baikal. It was not until it completely walked out of the cat bag that there was a touch of black-brown hair on the tip of its tail.

It raised its head to look at Fang Chuxi, raised the tip of its pink nose, and barked softly twice, as if it was very curious about the human being in front of it, but it didn't dare to touch it.

Lin Lan also brought in the cat litter box, cat litter, and cat food that were placed at the door: "Boss Lu asked employees who had cats in the company to pick this out. You can see if it fits. Boss Lu has already brought it during the day." I went to the pet hospital to get a shot of the vaccine, and there are two follow-up shots, once a month."

She watched Fang Chuxi caressing the kitten, and her eyes softened: "The doctor said, it's been three months, and he's a little brother. Does Mr. Fang like it?"

Fang Chuxi's Adam's apple moved, and the fluffy ball in front of him caught him in great surprise. He couldn't help but smiled at Lin Lan and said, "Thank you, Sister Lan. I like it very much."

The familiar "Sister Lan" made Lin Lan's nose sour, and she turned around quickly: "Then I'll leave first...the company driver is still waiting downstairs."

After a pause, she continued: "Boss Lu also said that if you named the cat, you must tell him."

Fang Chuxi bent his eyes and looked at the kitten with an extremely gentle expression: "Well, I will."

When Lin Lan went downstairs, she couldn't help but recall the scene this morning.Lu Yunchuan was going to get the documents in the car in the garage, and was casually instructing her about the meeting in the afternoon, when he suddenly turned around and walked to the back of the car, bent down, and picked up a dirty little white dumpling from the bottom of the car.

She knew that Lu Yunchuan hated furry animals in the past, so she hurried to pick them up.

But Lu Yunchuan didn't give it to her directly.Xiaobai Tuanzi rubbed against the man's custom-made suit, and licked his palm flatteringly. Lu Yunchuan looked at the little thing seriously for a while, and suddenly said: "I remember Xiaoxi posted on Moments that she wanted to raise a cat."

Therefore, Lin Lan's work in the afternoon was changed to taking the kittens for vaccinations and buying a series of necessary items for raising cats.

She couldn't help sighing in her heart, after Mr. Lu lost his memory...it's really different from before.

Upstairs, Fang Chuxi cleaned a large area in the living room for the kitten, and arranged the litter box and other things. Lin Lan brought a lot of things, and there was a small house-shaped cat nest with a pink house number Pretty, quite girlish.

The kitten tentatively walked a few times on the sofa. Fang Chuxi was a little worried that it would fall, so he kept watching its movements.After walking for a while, the little guy seemed to gradually become familiar with the atmosphere around him, so he boldly took several steps forward, bumping his head into Fang Chuxi's thigh.

Fang Chuxi couldn't hold back, and laughed softly.

The kitten lay on the sofa in a daze for a few seconds, and then aggressively climbed onto Fang Chuxi, looking like a newborn kitten who is not afraid of people.Fang Chuxi tried to hold it into her arms the way she used to stroking cats in cat cafes, scratched its chin, and it grunted a few times, then put its fluffy head into Fang Chuxi's arms, rolled up its little A tail, eyes narrowed.

Fang Chuxi was a little stunned, fell asleep?

After a while, there was a small snoring sound in his arms-it seemed that he was really asleep.

Fang Chuxi was a little dumbfounded.The mobile phone next to him on the sofa vibrated a few times. He held the little milk cat in one hand, and picked up the mobile phone with the other hand to see that it was a message from Lu Yunchuan.

Lu Yunchuan: Wife, Secretary Lin said you got a cat, do you like it?

Lu Yunchuan: Dogs Comparing Hearts.jpg

Lu Yunchuan: Wife, I'm done with work and I'll be home in a while.I'm so tired today... I want to hug you.

Lu Yunchuan: Lying down and crying.jpg

Fang Chuxi didn't know where he collected these emoticons, but Lu Yunchuan, who would post emojis to show off his cuteness, really made him laugh.

He replied the message smoothly: Thank you.

After sending it, he thought about it, and he seemed a little too indifferent, so he also replied with an emoji:

"Cat happy.jpg"

On the other side, Lu Yunchuan's eyes lit up suddenly as he watched Fang Chuxi reply to his message.

He turned to look at the secretary assistant who was cleaning up the office, and asked with burning eyes: "Do you have any cute emoticons over there? Pack them up and send them to me."

Secretary assistant: "..."

OK, OK.

The author has something to say:

Assistant: I work hard every day to analyze data and projects in spreadsheets, and my boss robs me of my collection of emoticons. I can't live through this day.jpg

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Finding that Jinjiang's manuscript storage box is not very easy to use recently, I was so angry that I took a sip of milk tea