After Aojiao's amnesia turned into a crying bag

Two days later, the crew came to the last stop of the location, a salt lake known as the realm of the sky.

Surrounded by snow-capped mountains, the lake is vast, like a mirror inlaid on the vast land, clearly reflecting the blue sky and surrounding snow-capped mountains, just like a picture that only appears in a legendary fairyland.The lake is clear and shallow, and the bottom is condensed white salt crystals. You can walk in it with bare feet, as if stepping into the painting alone, blending with the uncanny workmanship of nature.

As soon as Wu Zhi got out of the car, he said with emotion: "Our luck is much better than when I was traveling by car last time. Today's sun is so great for shooting."

Fang Chuxi was wearing a black peaked cap. He forgot to bring his own today, so he could only temporarily borrow Lu Yunchuan's: "When you came last time, what was it like here?"

Wu Zhi's eyes were vicissitudes: "It's cloudy, windy and rainy, it's like a relative in the puddle in front of my house."

Fang Chuxi looked at the salt lake in front of him and enjoyed himself for a long time.

In the last scene of the location, the heroine will be wearing a red dress, leading a horse on the salt lake, and walking slowly into the distance.

This picture is really too beautiful, even more magnificent and romantic than what Fang Chuxi imagined when he wrote the script.The sky is high, the land is far away, and the snow-capped mountains are endless. The woman who has been in turmoil for half her life in the flames of war and conspiracy, just like this, one person and one horse, walked towards the end of the world she expected.

In the script, the male lead, who is the prince, sacrificed a lot of blood among his brothers, and finally won the world, but he never saw the girl in red again, and the scene in front of him was his The last impression of a loved one in your memories.

When Meng Qi yelled "Cut", everyone was immersed in that scene, unable to return to their senses for a long time.

Until the heroine shouted hoarsely: "Oh my god, this horse is going to drag me away! Help, director!"

The crew quickly started to work up and down, pulling the horse to help the heroine, Fang Chuxi couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "She is so beautiful, how can she talk so funny." The heroine is from the Northeast, when she doesn't speak her lines , always has a big smell.

Lu Yunchuan suddenly frowned: "You like this?"

"Huh?" Fang Chuxi looked at him, "What kind?"

Lu Yunchuan paused, and said, "Northeast dialect."

Fang Chuxi made up the feeling of Lu Yunchuan speaking fluent Northeast dialect in a serious manner...Suddenly, he felt that Mr. Lu's image collapsed for a moment.

He coughed lightly: "I don't like it."

Lu Yunchuan calmly breathed a sigh of relief.

It is really difficult for him to learn the Northeast accent or something.

The Northwest location scene was completely over here, and the crew returned to a hotel where they had stayed before in a lively manner. After a day's rest, they flew back to Hangzhou collectively.

The remaining filming tasks are only about half a month away, and the filming is approaching, and the tasks are becoming more and more arduous, but seeing the dawn of victory is ahead, the crew is very happy.

After more than a week away, Fang Chuxi finally got the glutinous rice balls that he had been thinking about. Although he felt very complicated when he saw the glutinous rice balls rounded again, the feeling of touching them offset the complexity and made him feel that it would be nice for the kitten to be fatter. of.

It was Lu Yunchuan who had followed Fang Chuxi all the way from the northwest to Hangzhou. He quietly lived in the room next to Fang Chuxi's, and for the first time saw the glutinous rice balls that slipped out of the room while Fang Chuxi was packing his luggage.

Fang Chuxi closed the suitcase, only to realize that the cat that was obediently playing with toys beside him was lost, and hurriedly went out to look for it, only to see Mr. Lu standing stiffly in the corridor.

Tangyuan missed this long-lost human being quite a bit. She held out her fat belly, grabbed Lu Yunchuan's trouser legs and started meowing, scratching the hand-made suit trousers with traces of lines.

Fang Chuxi suddenly remembered that before he lost his memory, Lu Yunchuan hated keeping pets very much, and seeing the almost frozen atmosphere around him, he immediately took the glutinous rice balls into his arms, and said in the kitten's suspicious "meow", "I'll put them first." He took it back."

Lu Yunchuan was slightly taken aback, as if he wanted to say something, but Fang Chuxi had already turned around and closed the door of the room.

In the room, Tangyuan jumped on the carpet in doubt, tilted her head and looked at Fang Chuxi, as if she didn't understand why he didn't let herself play with that human just now.

Fang Chuxi sighed and scratched its chin: "Don't look for him, he...isn't the same person he used to be."

The person now, not only won't shovel shit for you, play with toys with you, but even if you stain all his clothes with cat hair, he will still open canned food for you with a black face.

In the evening, Fang Chuxi worked in the room until after ten o'clock, and only ordered a takeaway halfway through, and never left the hotel.

After everything was over, he stretched himself and went to take a comfortable bath.Tang Yuan kept meowing outside the bathroom door. Fang Chuxi came out after drying his hair, hugged him into his arms, and poked him lightly on the head: "Okay, okay, I'm fine."

Tangyuan continued to meow, seeming very dissatisfied with Fang Chuxi's behavior of shutting himself out while taking a bath-human beings are so stupid, what should they do if they are drowned in water, he must always be ready to rescue meow.

Fang Chuxi smiled kindly: "How about washing with you next time?"

The sound of Tang Yuan stopped abruptly.

Forget it, forget it, there is no need to stop calling.

Fang Chuxi looked at the listless kitten, and relaxed, picked up the cat teaser, ready to play with him.Before even teasing twice, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Fang Chuxi saw Lu Yunchuan's face in the cat's eyes, and opened the door strangely: "Is there something wrong?"

Lu Yunchuan was holding a bag of things in his hand, hesitant to speak, hesitant to speak, and finally said two words after a long while: "... here you are."

The big bag was quite heavy. Fang Chuxi took a look and found a lot of canned food, cat strips, a pack of cat toys, and a few loose and cute cat clothes. Among them was a pure pink Lolita bag. skirt.

Fang Chuxi was at a loss for a moment: "You..."

Lu Yunchuan looked away, slowly preparing an explanation: "Actually... cats are quite cute."

Fang Chuxi was even more at a loss: "Don't you hate cats?"

Lu Yunchuan's eyes were absent for a moment, and then he looked at him: "No. I just can't raise a cat by myself."

"I'm going back."

The man's steps are steady and powerful, but the back view seems to have a feeling of fleeing.

Fang Chuxi was a little puzzled, so she had to go back to the room with a bag of things.

A wall away from him, Lu Yunchuan was sitting on the edge of the bed, his slender and strong fingers trembling slightly.

Some images kept flashing through his mind, such as presents, boxes, and blood-stained fur.

He closed his eyes.

After a while, he got up and poured himself a glass of whiskey, and drank it down.

Gradually calm down, Lu Yunchuan also gradually put those past events behind him, unconsciously thinking of Fang Chuxi holding the cat.

A pure white kitten, soft and cute, with eyes as clear as his owner.

The ancients said that love houses and crows really has a basis.

He rubbed the glass wine glass, and a faint smile flashed unconsciously in his eyes.

The next day, Fang Chuxi returned to the long-lost studio base, sat on a small stool he was familiar with, and talked to the actors with the tablet in his arms.

Lu Yunchuan stood not far from him, and the staff brought over the stool that President Lu used to use with great insight. Although Lu Yunchuan had no expression, he still thanked him quietly.

The staff was a little overwhelmed, and they chatted with their companions when they got back. It felt that Mr. Lu seemed to have returned to the way he was before, except that his expression was a little cold.

Perhaps the president's expression management is so erratic.

Lu Yunchuan flipped through the notes he had made when he lost his memory several times, and contacted a private chef again, intending to learn some different dishes from before.

It's better than what he made when he lost his memory.

Mr. Lu thought grimly.

After working all morning, Fang Chuxi went back to rest on the small stool. Seeing him rubbing his shoulders, Lu Yunchuan got up and walked to his side: "Is your neck uncomfortable?"

Fang Chuxi gave a casual "hmm", as if Mr. Lu had received some kind of permission, he pressed his fingers directly on his neck.

Fang Chuxi was almost in a state of shock, almost jumping up from the chair.

However, to his surprise, Lu Yunchuan's massage techniques are very familiar, very similar to the one he used when he lost his memory.

"Why did you do this?" Fang Chuxi looked up blankly.

Because the part about massage in the note is very detailed and clear, he tried to find the model and pressed it, and found that some movements seemed to have been engraved in the muscle memory. He only needed to try to rub it, and it was exactly the same as the position in the note.

Naturally, Lu Yunchuan wouldn't say these things out, so he lowered his eyes and pressed his fingers slightly on the acupuncture points on his shoulders.Fang Chuxi snorted suddenly, and the end of his eyes was a little red: "gentle, light..."

Lu Yunchuan froze slightly.

He looked away calmly, and while rubbing his fingers on the fair shoulder and neck, he cursed inwardly.

Fang Chuxi like this can drive people crazy.

How did he hold it back then?

...Or, did you not control it at all?

Mr. Lu's eyes were dark, and he felt that the vinegar tank had turned upside down again.

After a massage, Fang Chuxi felt a lot more relaxed, and bent her eyes: "I invite you to dinner at noon today."

Lu Yunchuan's heart moved, and there was a little expectation.

An hour later, Fang Chuxi delivered a takeaway to him, and only then did Mr. Lu understand that the so-called "invite a meal" is to invite a takeaway.

Fang Chuxi explained seriously: "This was made by your favorite private chef at the time."

oh.Lu Yunchuan untied the bag, thinking to himself, "he" likes it very much.

However, the dishes inside were indeed his favorite, and his mood eased a little. He raised his eyes and saw Fang Chuxi drinking the porridge. His eyes were hazy and moist in the steaming heat, so he felt better.

He took the lunch boxes out of the bag one by one, and the phone in his pocket vibrated twice, probably because of news from the company.

Lu Yunchuan clicked on the text message, his eyes suddenly froze.

In the mailbox, there was a lonely and unfamiliar number on the top, which was very conspicuous:

"Have you had a good time recently?"

Followed by a picture.In the picture, Fang Chuxi handed him the takeaway bag in his hand. The young man was bathed in the sun, with a warm breath all over his body.

However, Lu Yunchuan's expression became gloomy inch by inch. The extremely familiar tone of the news, as well as the unfamiliar number from an unknown source, instantly shattered the warmth and joy just now.

He turned around and looked around. There were too many staff coming and going, stage management, props, art, music, lighting...

Everyone looks normal.

But no matter who it is, at this moment, it seems to have become a pair of peeping eyes, which originated from the eyes of "Lu Yunming".

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