When Wei Yu returned from the restroom, she kept her head down and didn't say a word. When the waiter brought her food, she was so distracted that she forgot to say "thank you."

Lan Qingyue ate several large mouthfuls in silence, and her empty stomach seemed to be less protesting. She asked, "Qingyue, what's wrong? Why are you so distracted?"

"Wei Yu?"

"Wei Yu?"

Lan Qingyue called her name several times before Wei Yu slowly raised her head. Her bewildered expression made her look much gentler and less cold.

Lan Qingyue put down her fork, placed her hands on the table, and stared at Wei Yu: "I'm asking you, what's wrong? Why do you seem so distracted?"

They didn't even realize they almost bumped into someone while walking.

Wei Yu casually scratched her hair and wrapped it in front of her to cover her slender neck. "No, I just suddenly had an inspiration, so I kept thinking about it and wanted to remember it better."

"I see." Lan Qingyue nodded. She understood. That's what she did too. If she had an inspiration while she was out, she would keep thinking about it and remembering it, making sure it didn't slip away.

After lunch, Lan Qingyue and Wei Yu strolled around the neighborhood. Besides restaurants, there were also clothing stores nearby, but they didn't go in. Both of them were obsessed with clothes, and once they went in, they didn't know when they would want to leave.

It was still early, so the group returned to the car and asked the driver to take them to a fabric market.

When Wei Yu was studying here, she loved to visit the fabric market and always returned with a full load of goods.

As Wei Yu looked at the fabric, she said, "After studying design, I really enjoy buying fabrics and making clothes for my family when I have free time."

“Me too,” Lan Qingyue blurted out.

oops!

It looks like we're about to be exposed again.

She chuckled and changed her tune, "I mean, I also like these beautiful fabrics, and I like to buy them to have the master tailors at the tailor shop make clothes for me."

...

The two didn't bring their phones, but they did bring their wallets, which was enough to buy what they liked.

When they returned to the base camp, the night was hazy, and the shadowy lavender swayed in the dark night wind. They thought the group would be returning later, but it turned out they were the first group. The other guests had also gone out and hadn't returned yet, making the large house seem rather empty.

The crew members were playing games on the first floor. Men and women sat cross-legged in a circle, making it quite lively.

Director Liu was nowhere to be seen.

Lan Qingyue and Wei Yu greeted them and then went upstairs.

When there were no missions, Wei Yu would go back to his room. He would open the door to find it empty. He didn't want to watch TV, and he didn't have his phone. Lan Qingyue would take his pajamas into the bathroom and come out about half an hour later.

I really want to play games, watch videos, and read novels.

But I don't have a cell phone.

Ugh, so annoying!

When will this end?!

She wants to go back to school.

No wonder the teachers always make them chicken soup, saying that student days are the happiest time, and the hardships of student days are far less than the hardships of entering society. You will understand later, so you should cherish your time at school.

Now she understands, she really understands. How wonderful school days were! The hardships of studying are incomparable to the hardships of working in the workforce.

Lan Qingyue tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Seeing that it was still early, she hugged her soft pillow and skipped to the next room to find Wei Yu.