After Aojiao's amnesia turned into a crying bag

On the seventh day of the first lunar month, the Spring Festival holiday ends.

There was just a light snowfall in Hangzhou last night. Fang Chuxi changed into a pure white down jacket. Ordinary people would look bloated in this style, but he could make his figure tall and tall.

He walked out of the hotel where he stayed last night, stood on the side of the road waiting for the car he had just booked, and looked down at the time every once in a while.Today is the opening banquet for the crew. The last time he experienced this kind of occasion was nearly five years ago, so he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

When he looked at the phone screen for the third time, Meng Qi sent him a message:

"Huang Li said: Today is a good time to travel, start work, and eat sweets."

Followed by a picture of an exquisite box of chocolates, Meng Qi added: "I snatched it for you from the producer, bought it in France, just one box, and he is crying next to me."

The content of his usual chat with Fang Chuxi is basically the script, but occasionally a few gags pop up suddenly, Fang Chuxi is a little funny, and replied: "Thank you, remember to pass him a tissue for me. I'm already on the way, a while See."

Meng Qi replied with an "ok" panda head emoji, just as the car arrived, Fang Chuxi put away his phone, opened the door and got in the car.

Meng Qi reserved a large banquet hall and a box next to it. The staff and supporting actors were on the other side of the banquet hall, and all the important people were in the box.Fang Chuxi arrived at the hotel early, and there were only half of the seats in the banquet hall. He was led by the waiter all the way to the box, and when he pushed the door, he saw Meng Qi sitting in the second seat.

"Chu Xi, you just happened to come." Meng Qi immediately stood up with a smile, and patted the shoulder of the person next to him, "Let me introduce to you, this is the producer of our film crew, old Xu, Xu Hong."

"Teacher Fang! It's a pleasure to meet you." Xu Hong is slightly fat, with a round face and big eyes. At first glance, he is the kind of person who is transparent and easy to get along with. You, now finally meet the real person..."

Meng Qi squeezed his shoulder tightly: "...it's Lao Xu who has been curious about you."

Xu Hong felt a pain in his shoulder, his expression remained unchanged, and he said repeatedly: "That's right, that's right, I'm the one who pestered him every day to ask questions."

Fang Chuxi couldn't help laughing at this pair of bad friends, and shook hands with Xu Hong: "It's my honor to meet you."

As soon as the two finished shaking hands, Meng Qi let go of Xu Hong's shoulders and pulled the seat next to him: "Come on, Chu Xi, there is a special seat for you."

Fang Chuxi hesitated for a moment: "Shall I sit here?"

There were two vacant seats at the head seat, specially reserved for today's employers, flanked by Meng Qi and Xu Hong. It is said that the leading actors of the crew should be lined up next, and it was the turn of Fang Chuxi, a little-known screenwriter, to be seated.

Xu Hong immediately answered, "Teacher Fang, just sit down. Besides our patron father, you are the most important thing today."

When he had reached this point, Fang Chuxi couldn't refuse anymore, so he could only sit down beside Meng Qi.Meng Qi tilted his head at him, and whispered: "The chocolate is on the cabinet over there, remember to take it when you leave."

He was a little close, almost close to Fang Chuxi's ear, exceeding the normal social distance.Fang Chuxi leaned back on the chair back naturally, her seemingly unintentional movements happened to be staggered with him: "Well, thank you."

Meng Qi smiled and sat back in his seat, as if nothing had happened just now, he pulled him to chat with Xu Hong about the script.

Not long after, several leading actors arrived one after another, and they were all surprised when they found out that Fang Chuxi was the screenwriter.After all, it is rare to see such a good-looking screenwriter. In the entertainment industry, almost all good-looking screenwriters have debuted.

An extroverted actress teased Fang Chuxi like this, Fang Chuxi smiled and replied: "The screen is your stage, and professional things must be done by professional people. If I were really in the camera, I might say everything not come out."

His demeanor is as light as snow, but when he smiles, it's like melting an ice field. It's an extremely pleasing picture. The actress's heart is pounding when he sees it, and she can't help but ask: "Is Teacher Fang still single?"

"What a coincidence," Meng Qi suddenly turned his head, "I remember Teacher Fang is married."

"Oh," the actress was not embarrassed, and sighed generously, "It's a step too late, there is no chance."

Everyone at the same table laughed, Fang Chuxi and Meng Qi looked at each other, and nodded slightly, thanking him for his relief.But Meng Qi turned his head suddenly, lowered his voice, and said in a volume that only Fang Chuxi could hear:

"But after the filming of this movie, it shouldn't be... right, Teacher Fang?"

Fang Chuxi's expression paused, he picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, hiding the surprise in his eyes.

No matter how dull a person is, he can feel the strangeness in Meng Qi.Once or twice is enough, but Fang Chuxi, as a screenwriter, has a delicate mind, so how could he not perceive it.

It's just that he has been unable to be sure. After all, one of the three major illusions in life is not feeling that others like him.And what Meng Qi did, it seems that there is no problem explaining it as a friend's concern.

He waited for Meng Qi to say something more, but Meng Qi retreated immediately, and he didn't act out of line until the crowd was almost there.He could only temporarily suppress the doubts in his heart, and continue to deal with the meal in front of him as usual.

It was almost time to start the banquet, and only the employer's seat on the table was still vacant. Meng Qi glanced at his phone and smiled with the others: "Mr. Wang said he was going to pick up people. It's time for dinner, and the card is on the way."

All the people present expressed their understanding, and continued to chat with different topics. Most of them talked about things in the circle. Fang Chuxi couldn't get involved, so he drank tea in silence, and only responded to a few words when called occasionally.

This is also the state he likes in this kind of occasion, as if he has become a mushroom in a corner, quietly.

It's just that the mobile phone on the table is always on, and he turned it on mute, but he can see the messages constantly pouring out on the screen.

Lu Yunchuan: Wife, are you having a kick-off banquet?

Lu Yunchuan: The lowest temperature in Hangzhou today is -3°, remember to wear more clothes.

Lu Yunchuan: I bought a lot of canned glutinous rice balls, but the shop owner said that I can’t keep feeding them, and would keep his mouth in his mouth, so he won’t eat cat food in the future.

Lu Yunchuan: [picture.jpg] Look at the glutinous rice balls

Fang Chuxi clutched the porcelain cup in his hand, hesitated again and again, and finally couldn't resist the temptation of the kitten, and clicked on the message.

In the photo, the glutinous rice balls are held by the back of the neck by a big hand with sharp bones, looking like a cat who has nothing to miss.

Fang Chuxi couldn't help showing a little smile in his eyes. He just wanted to reply, but found that the background was home.Before leaving, he sent the glutinous rice balls to the pet shop downstairs. This should be the photo Lu Yunchuan took before he left.

Lu Yunchuan didn't know how many photos like this were still there, and Fang Chuxi suddenly felt like he was in his hands.

He pondered for a few seconds, saved the photo of Tangyuan and replaced it as a wallpaper, and decided that even if Lu Yunchuan tempted him with cats, he would never click on the message again.

The phone screen lit up a few more times, and then there was no movement.Fang Chuxi thought silently, if Lu Yunchuan didn't get a response, it's time to give up.

At this moment, the door of the box was pushed open by the waiter.A rather chunky middle-aged man walked in with a smile, "I'm sorry everyone, the road is really congested."

Everyone present stood up immediately, and Xu Hong said heartily: "Don't you have something to say, it's better to come early than coincidentally. Mr. Wang, long time no see."

He looked behind Mr. Wang, but he didn't see another person from the management. He couldn't help being surprised for a moment: "Mr. Chen didn't come with you?"

These two bosses are good friends on weekdays, so it stands to reason that they should be present together.

Mr. Wang waved his hand, and suddenly lowered his voice a little bit, with a slightly stern look on his face: "Today, another person came to replace Mr. Chen. Xiao Xu, replace all your wine, and use the bottles I brought with you later. And the main seat... If you change it, keep one."

Xu Hong immediately nodded in agreement, and met Meng Qi's eyes calmly.

Mr. Wang is notoriously penny-pinching and known as an iron rooster. Xu Hong spent a lot of effort in attracting investment from him, but the person who will come later can make him willingly take out the good wine in his collection.

What kind of identity is this that can make the boss of the media group respectful and treat him as a guest of honor?

Fang Chuxi didn't know the relationship between these people. He slightly moved his right calf, which was a little stiff from sitting all the time, and thought about how to avoid unnecessary drinking for a while.

"Oh, Mr. Lu, you're here—yes, this is the hotel!"

Fang Chuxi, who had been staying out of the matter, suddenly raised his head. Looking at Mr. Wang's wrinkled smiling face, he suddenly had a bad premonition.

It felt like a dog was chasing after him, but he had nowhere to run... the same.

It shouldn't be such a coincidence, right?There are so many people with the surname Lu, and it might be the homonym of "Lu", or he misheard, it should be Mr. Li and Mr. Lin...

"Sorry for keeping you all waiting."

A deep voice came from outside the box, and a few seconds later, a slender figure walked into the room slowly.

The man was dressed casually, with a ruby ​​collar clip pinned to his neckline, and a black slim trench coat. His hair was combed back meticulously with hairspray. His outstanding appearance and aura directly overwhelmed any actor present, making everyone's attention His eyes involuntarily focused on him.

And his temperament is very different from that of actors and stars. His serious brows reveal the indifference of a long-time superior, which makes people dare not get close.

Mr. Wang immediately smiled, and turned to ask him to go in and take a seat: "Mr. Lu! Please come in, the last time I saw you was a few years ago..."

Lu Yunchuan's eyes circled around the box, paused for a moment beside Fang Chuxi, then moved away without a trace, and walked slowly towards the main seat of the round table.

When passing by Meng Qi, he suddenly stopped, and slightly raised the corners of his lips: "Director Meng?"

"President Lu," Meng Qi smiled and held out his hand, "It's my first meeting, nice to meet you."

However, Lu Yunchuan still stood upright. After a long time, the hand at his side didn't show any intention of stretching out.

The atmosphere in the whole box froze for a bit, just when everyone else thought he was going to ignore the past, he suddenly bent his eyes and reached out to hold Meng Qi's hand: "Director Meng is indeed a young talent... ...Nice meeting."

Meng Qi's smile remained unchanged: "Where, Mr. Lu is the real dragon and phoenix among people."

Except for Fang Chuxi, everyone at the scene breathed a sigh of relief. Mr. Wang moved away from the chief seat: "Mr. Lu, please?"

But Lu Yunchuan didn't respond, but still stood beside Meng Qi, said with a light smile, "Thank you, Mr. Wang, for your kindness, but I'm not here for Mr. Chen for today's opening banquet."

Mr. Wang was stunned for a moment: "You mean..."

Lu Yunchuan waved his hand, turned around and pulled away the chair on Fang Chuxi's right, and said, "I'm here to see the family members, so you don't have to be restrained, just do what you want."

After speaking, he sat down beside Fang Chuxi carelessly, and Fang Chuxi froze for a moment, and could only sit down calmly under the shocked eyes of everyone, with no expression on his face.

Xu Hong hurriedly got up to adjust the atmosphere. Amidst the din at the dinner table, Fang Chuxi heard the majestic man beside him lower his voice, and said softly to him:

"My wife... I was wrong, don't be angry."

Fang Chuxi lowered her eyelashes and said nothing.

A few seconds later, a hand was gently under the table and tugged at his sleeve.

"I'm sorry, I just... miss you a little bit."

The author has something to say:

Walked into the box with the most aggressive posture, and then apologized the most.

Lu Xiaogou, as expected of you.