After Aojiao's amnesia turned into a crying bag

Fang Chuxi frowned and walked to the front of the crowd. Next to him was the martial arts instructor who came in the same car with him. He asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Wu Zhi sighed: "This man is the son of the owner of the farmhouse... just came back from working outside this morning. I heard that his father took over the work of our film crew. No, he is extorting money."

The owner of the farmhouse and his wife stood in the door and looked out. The expressions of the two old people were a little uncomfortable, while the yellow-haired young man continued to stand at the gate of the farmhouse like a human trumpet and forced Lai Lai: "Just this little money, I just want to A venue for five days? Do you know how much business our family will be affected if you delay here for five days!"

The field manager was almost laughed at by him—on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, there were a few tourists who had the leisure to patronize this innocuous farmhouse, not to mention that they gave a lot of money, and this little rascal was actually greedy!

It's just that the start-up time has to be calculated by the master. Mr. Wang has instructed that it can't be delayed.After a stalemate for nearly half an hour, the crew took the lead in compromise and agreed to increase the staff's nightly accommodation fee, but drew up an additional electronic contract to prevent the rascal from raising prices again.

The yellow-haired young man entered the room triumphantly, but Wu Zhi was a little worried, Fang Chuxi said: "This kind of little rascal will not give up so easily."

Fang Chuxi looked at the young man's back and frowned, but this kind of matter is not his field of expertise, so he can only continue to work with other people.

The morning scene was filmed until two o'clock, and the lunch was cooked by the farmhouse. Fang Chuxi had a bad appetite, no matter how much Wu Zhi tried to persuade him, he still ate half a bowl of rice and didn't move his chopsticks.

He carried two sticks of chocolate with him, and planned to replenish his energy at any time if he had hypoglycemia in the afternoon.

But the next few scenes were filmed until after ten o'clock in the evening, leaving almost no time for rest.The night on the mountain was as dark as water, and the cold winter wind kept blowing into his neck. Fang Chuxi had just finished discussing the last night scene with Meng Qi, when his eyes darkened, and he almost lost his footing.

Meng Qi immediately walked over and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Fang Chuxi calmed down and took a step back: "It's okay, my blood sugar is low...I'll go eat some chocolate."

He took a small stool and sat on the edge of the set, took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket, and took a bite.The winter nights in Hangzhou are not warmer than those in the north. The chocolate is not close to the skin in the pocket of the down jacket. It is also freezing cold at this time, and it is a bit taxing to eat.

After eating one piece, the tip of his tongue became slightly astringent, and he didn't want to take apart the second piece.Just as he was about to get up and go back, a field manager suddenly ran over with two plastic bags in his hand: "Teacher Fang! Someone sent you something!"

Fang Chuxi took it and saw that there were tightly packed hot porridge and side dishes in the bag.

He froze for a moment, and at the same time the phone in his pocket rang.When he connected the phone, he heard Lu Yunchuan's hoarse voice: "Xiaoxi."

Fang Chuxi glanced at the bag in his hand and understood something: "You sent it?"

Lu Yunchuan smiled silently: "The owner of this shop opened a shop in the capital before. The dishes are the taste of the capital, and the craftsmanship is not bad."

"The millet porridge puts sugar for you... eat it while it's hot."

Fang Chuxi was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Where are you?"

Lu Yunchuan didn't answer, and there was a faint sound of wind coming from the phone.

However, Fang Chuxi turned around with a tacit understanding, and looked at the mountain pass not far away.Standing there was a slender figure wrapped in a black overcoat, whose whole body was almost integrated with the night, but he still recognized it at a glance.

As if sensing his gaze, Lu Yunchuan dodged subconsciously and returned to the car behind.

Fang Chuxi opened his mouth, and after being silent for a long time, he said to the person on the other end of the phone: "...Thank you."

After hanging up the phone, he sat on the small stool and took out the box of millet porridge inside.

The porridge was still steaming, the millet was soft and rotten, sweet and glutinous, and after only two or three spoonfuls, the whole body seemed to be immersed in a bathtub full of hot water, and even the limbs and bones were warmed up.

Wu Zhi passed by and saw him eating, and asked casually, "Teacher Fang, how is it? Is the hypoglycemia better?"

Fang Chuxi smiled at him: "Well, it's much better."

A few seconds later, he suddenly felt something was wrong—how did Lu Yunchuan know that he didn't eat much today?

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he quickly searched for Wu Zhi's name on the phone's webpage, and then found the company that the other party belonged to from the encyclopedia——Jiangyue Media, under Lu's.

Fang Chuxi: "..."

He looked at Wu Zhi, who was humming and leaving, and cleared his throat: "Director Zhang...stay."

A few minutes later, Wu Zhi looked like a cat that was caught overturning a plate, sitting beside Fang Chuxi, and sneered: "Well, it's not that brothers are unjust, but he gave too much..."

"What exactly did Lu Yunchuan ask you to do?"

Fang Chuxi couldn't help frowning when he thought of the things about Meng Qi: "Spy on me?"

"How can it be! Even if Mr. Lu really said that, can I be such a wicked person?" Wu Zhi quickly called up his chat history with Lu Yunchuan, "Look, what Mr. Lu told me to pay attention to is just trivial things in life. For example, you didn't eat well, you didn't sleep well at night, or you were bullied..."

Fang Chuxi: "..."

Holding the millet porridge in his hand, he felt a little complicated for a while.

Wu Zhi carefully watched his expression, and asked: "Then, then I will..."

"Come on," Fang Chuxi sighed, and stirred the porridge bowl with a spoon, "Did he say when he would leave Hangzhou?"

Wu Zhi shook his head: "No. Mr. Lu told me to keep paying attention."

When Fang Chuxi heard this, she had a faint feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn't be sure.

Instead, in the next three days, he could receive a small stove from Lu Yunchuan every day, including vegetable soup, rice, fruit and desserts.He dug out everything and looked at it carefully, all of them came from different stores. If it wasn't purchased by someone else, it would be as if Lu Yunchuan was delivering meals for him full-time every day.

When Lu Yunchuan brought lunch on the fourth day, Fang Chuxi finally couldn't print his guess and called Lin Lan.

Lin Lan was a little surprised when he heard his question: "Didn't Mr. Lu tell you? He used his six-year annual leave at one time, and he won't have to go to the company for the next three months."

Fang Chuxi: "...three months?"

He hurriedly hung up the phone with Lin Lan, put down the takeaway package in his hand, and walked quickly to the uphill intersection not far from the film crew.Before the black car had time to leave, the man was leaning against the car door, and the wind blew up his windbreaker, making him feel like he was on a movie screen.

The moment he saw Fang Chuxi, his eyes lit up: "Xiaoxi?"

Fang Chuxi stood in front of him with a frown, and asked bluntly, "Are you not going back to the Lu family?"

Lu Yunchuan had already expected that he would know, but he still felt guilty and looked away: "Well, I... have asked for leave."

"You will regret it, Lu Yunchuan." Fang Chuxi took a deep breath, raised his hand and squeezed his own roots, "After you recover your memory, you will definitely..."

"But if I don't come now, I will regret it every moment."

Fang Chuxi paused for a moment, not knowing how to reply him.

Lu Yunchuan's voice was slightly hoarse, his peach blossom eyes were clear and sincere, and he seemed to be in deep pain: "Secret Lin said that I used to do many things for a reason, but I don't remember them. But I know that some things don't use that kind of excuse. It can be explained. I used to be... really a terrible partner, which is why you are so disappointed in me. But can you...give me another three months?"

"I will try to be a partner who makes you happy, supports your work, takes care of your life, and I will be there whenever you need me. I want to be the one who makes you laugh when you are angry, and the one who makes you laugh when you are sad The person who can lean on the shoulder, when you are embarrassed by others, the first person to stand in front of you."

"You used to say that I was a fledgling, but every second since I woke up, I have never had arrhythmia for anyone... except you."

"At least for these three months, let me stay by your side all the time, okay?" Lu Yunchuan's eyes gradually turned red, and his tone was almost pleading, "After three months, even if you don't want me...I will listen to you Yes, I won't pester you any more."

He held onto the young man's sleeve and shook it slightly, his eyelashes trembling slightly:

"Wife...I really, really like you."

"You...you reason with me."

Looking at the hand holding her sleeve, Fang Chuxi seemed to fall into a huge vortex of contradictions for a moment.

A voice kept echoing in his ear, saying: Don't promise him, no matter how nice and likable he is to you now, he will eventually recover his memory, what will you do then?

But another voice chirped in immediately: So what, do you dare to admit that you are not wavering at all for him now?How many times have you ever expected that he would put down his work and turn around to hug you, and how much desire you have for him to be by your side, don't you know it yourself?

— But this is drinking poison to quench thirst!The first voice yelled loudly.

——It is better to drink poison to quench thirst than to die of thirst!Another voice was dead set.

Fang Chuxi felt as if ten thousand smurfs were screaming in his ears, and then, the vibrating mobile phone in his pocket suddenly saved him.

He immediately picked up the phone: "Hello?"

"Chu Xi," Meng Qi's voice was a bit dignified, "The filming location we set up this afternoon may not be available for the time being."

Fang Chuxi frowned slightly, and the noise in his ears disappeared completely.

He looked at Lu Yunchuan: "I'll talk about this later, I'm going back to the scene now."

He turned around and left in a hurry, Lu Yunchuan was stunned for a moment, and followed quickly.

No matter what...he wanted an answer.

Behind the group house of the farmhouse, the yellow-haired young man held a long stick in his hand that looked rather bluffing, like a 2-generation monkey grandson of the Monkey King, blocking the way of the crew: "The people on this mountain The land is under the management of our family, and the payment you paid earlier does not include the uphill, so you have to pay separately!"

The next few scenes need to go up the mountain to shoot, and Huang Mao blocked the safest way up the mountain.The field manager became anxious immediately: "You fucking violated the contract!"

"Contract?" Huang Mao smiled sadly, "Is this in the contract I signed? Why don't I remember?"

The voices of the field manager arguing with him kept coming and going, and Meng Qi stood aside, his expression changing inexplicably.

Fang Chuxi hurried to his side and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I checked this person's previous work history..." Meng Qi bit a cigarette on his lips, "He studied accounting at a vocational school, and later went to work as a financial manager for others, but the boss was found out about tax issues during this time , was sent in together with a group of employees, but he was fine and ran back with all his needs."

"This kid is a little smart, not the kind of illiterate hooligan we thought before."

"Do you want to change the script?" Fang Chuxi pursed her lips, "But the scene of going up the mountain won't produce a good effect..."

Meng Qi looked up at the sky: "Let's change the road."

Fang Chuxi was taken aback, and then he continued: "The fellow in the mountain told me that there is another way up the mountain, but it is a bit steeper and not easy to climb. We don't have much time, and we don't have time to waste money on this."

Fang Chuxi glanced at the sky, and exhaled slowly: "Okay...change the road."

The director made a decision, and the crew packed up one after another. In a blink of an eye, no one took care of the yellow-haired young man.The man held a stick, looked at the group of people in front of him with a sullen face, and suddenly looked at Fang Chuxi.

"Hello," he called out, "are you the screenwriter in this group?"

Holding the script in his hand, Fang Chuxi turned to look at him, frowning: "What's the matter?"

Huang Mao twitched the corners of his mouth: "It's okay, I just think... you cultural people are really delicate."

Fang Chuxi felt a little uneasy inexplicably, and walked quickly to where the others were.

The road Meng Qi mentioned was indeed steep, and he had to go through a cliff path without any guardrails. Next to it was a steep hillside that was close to [-] degrees. If he fell down this mountain road, even if his life was not in danger, he would at least lose an arm or a leg. .

In order to ensure the safety of the shooting, the personnel and equipment for going up the mountain were as simple as possible. A team of more than a dozen people climbed up the mountain under the leadership of a fellow villager.The mountain road is full of dead branches, fallen leaves and gravel, and it is almost impossible to get off. The fellow gave Meng Qi some advice. He nodded and shouted at the front of the team: "Pay attention to the top of your head - the branches on it may break - it will hit people of!"

Fang Chuxi looked up, and there were countless branches growing wantonly above his head, some of which were as thick as a child's forearm, and it was really scary to fall off.

He was so distracted, his foot slipped, and he stepped on nothing.At the moment when he was about to fall, Fang Chuxi was suddenly grabbed by a person's waist and held firmly in his arms.

Fang Chuxi shook his head for a moment, and when he regained his footing, he turned his head and saw Lu Yunchuan who had followed him at some point, who was holding his wrist tightly: "Be careful."

Fang Chuxi slowed down, and just about to say that she was fine, a gust of wind suddenly brushed past her ears, followed by a creepy cracking sound from the top of her head.

Before he had time to look up, he was suddenly pushed by someone, and he took a few steps back and leaned against the nearby hillside.

He watched helplessly as the one-meter-long branch fell down, and the huge inertia hit Lu Yunchuan's shoulder, and that person's body fell down the side of the mountain road unexpectedly.

Fang Chuxi stretched out his hand subconsciously, and at that moment he seemed to have touched Lu Yunchuan's fingertips.

Score at the touch of a button.

He opened his eyes wide:

"Lu Yunchuan!!!"

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