Liang Heming came to Yinling just to discuss the variety show with Song Yecheng. Now that it has been decided, he did not stay long and flew back to the capital early the next morning.

Over the following period, the crew's filming went quite smoothly. They did not encounter any consecutive days of bad weather or any other emergencies.

As late May approached, the temperature began to rise gradually, and even in Yinling, located in the north, the weather became noticeably hot and humid.

At noon that day, downstairs of an old residential building.

Fang Zhi, played by Song Yecheng, stood under the scorching midday sun and pasted an A4 paper on the red brick wall covered with small advertisements. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and sighed tiredly in the scorching sun.

In his other hanging hand, he was holding two dark blue eco-friendly bags, which contained hundreds of freshly printed A4 papers. All the papers had the same content printed on them: Missing Person Notice.

Not long ago, the plot of "Searching for the Light" ushered in another major turning point after Fang Qiao fell from the building -

After personally picking up and dropping off Qiao Min to and from get off work for a while and not noticing anything unusual, Fang Zhi's vague worries finally faded away. He finally felt that everything had calmed down and life would soon return to normal.

However, at this moment, the fortune teller's curse-like prediction came true again - Qiao Min was suddenly admitted to the hospital due to high fever for several days. Examination results showed that one of her organs was rapidly failing and her condition was extremely serious.

This piece of bad news was like a sharp blade striking from the sky, suddenly severing Fang Zhi's tense nerves and completely tilting the balance in his heart that was already swinging between belief and disbelief.

He ran to the overpass where he had met the fortune teller, hoping to buy the "magic lamp" that had saved his life, but the fortune teller was nowhere to be found on the overpass. He waited there for several days but the fortune teller never showed up.

So he began to frantically search for the old man's whereabouts.

He printed countless missing person notices, posted them on the streets, asked passers-by, and even issued a reward, hoping that someone could provide relevant clues.

This is the part of the plot that Song Yecheng has been filming these days.

This set of "frantic searching" shots is numerous and scattered, and will be spliced ​​together in the feature film using frames and quick switches to show Fang Zhi's urgency and busyness.

Although the final product may only be a dozen seconds or at most dozens of seconds, the shooting process of this type of shot is very cumbersome, because each scene has very few actions and lines, but the number of scenes is very large, and the camera movements are different, so that the actual shooting process is like guerrilla warfare, shooting and moving to another place, wandering around the corners of the city.

After filming the scene of posting a missing person notice downstairs of a residential building, Song Yecheng turned back to the sidelines, ready to get in the car to go to the next scene.

As soon as I got into the back seat, a wet tissue was handed to me: "Wipe your sweat?"

Song Yecheng took the tissue and jokingly said, "Are you filling in for Douzi today?"

Douzi had other things to do today, so he stayed at the villa and did not come out with them. Jiang Que was sitting next to him. He helped pass water and towels all morning, as if he had become Song Yecheng's new assistant.

When Jiang Que heard him mention Douzi, he remembered that he had forgotten something. He quickly took out the phone that Song Yecheng had asked him to keep and handed it to him: "Douzi sent you a message."

"What was sent?" Song Yecheng took it casually while wiping the sweat off his face.

Jiang Que choked for some reason: "...picture."

Hearing these two words, Song Yecheng instantly understood what Jiang Que was thinking about when he paused - the screenshot of the fan group chat about matchmaking that Douzi had sent not long ago.

Could it be another screenshot?

Song Yecheng thought about it, and there was actually a little bit of anticipation in his heart. However, when he unlocked his phone and opened WeChat, he couldn't understand the meaning of the picture for a long time.

It was a photo, apparently taken with a cell phone, of a small suitcase lying flat with a damp, crumpled piece of paper on top.

Song Yecheng was a little confused and immediately sent a message to Douzi: What the hell is this?

At the same time, at Liangji Villa.

On the second floor of No. 29 Villa District, in Jiang Que's room.

Douzi stood by the waist-high bay window, looking at the suitcase and the piece of paper in front of him, feeling like crying.

Originally, because of the rising temperature, the crew arranged for housekeeping staff to replace the actors' household items, preparing to replace the heavy wool carpets and down quilts used in winter with light and thin ones used in spring and summer.

However, Douzi was a very worried assistant. He was not very confident about the quality of the bedding purchased by the housekeeping department. In addition, he was also worried about letting outsiders enter and leave Song Yecheng's private area at will, so he simply said hello to the crew and took on the work of Building 29 himself.

This was not a big deal. After driving to the city in the morning to buy things, washing and drying them, he started to change the bedding in the two rooms.

Unexpectedly, after successfully changing the sheets on Song Yecheng's side, when he came to change Jiang Que's side, he accidentally knocked over the water cup on the bedside table, soaking the suitcase that Jiang Que had placed next to the bedside table.

As luck would have it, the box is not made of waterproof material.

Seeing the water stains quickly seeping into the surface, Douzi felt like he was facing a great enemy, fearing that there were valuable items inside that could not be exposed to water. He hurriedly moved it to the bay window, using the sunlight to speed up the evaporation while worrying about whether the things inside would get wet.

Just as he was hesitating whether to open the box to check, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a small piece of paper sticking out from the gap of the unfastened zipper. From the color he could tell it was wet, so he quickly pulled it out and carefully spread it out on the box.

When he found out it was just a calendar, Douzi was actually relieved.

But this was not his thing after all, and he couldn't judge whether it was important or not. He had to take a photo and send it to Song Yecheng immediately, hoping that he would convey his apology to Jiang Que and ask what to do now.

In the city, inside a moving car.

Song Yecheng's message asking "What is this?" was quickly replied to - Douzi sent a 60-second voice message.

Song Yecheng clicked on the voice message and put it next to his ear. After listening patiently, he finally understood the whole story.

He put the phone back in front of him and clicked on the picture. He was about to turn around and tell Jiang Que what Douzi meant, but as soon as the picture was enlarged, he immediately noticed the details on the calendar -

That was this year's calendar. All the days from New Year's Day to yesterday were crossed out, and near the end of the calendar, there was a very conspicuous red circle.

November 14th.

It's that day again.

Or should I say, it was indeed this day.

The last time he saw the countdown on Jiang Que's watch at the airport, he had only guessed the date, but now this calendar was telling him: You were right in your guess.

So, what day is it?

Why does Jiang Que care so much about this day?

After thinking for a moment, Song Yecheng turned his head: "Douzi said he wanted to apologize to you."

Jiang Que wondered, "Why?"

Song Yecheng said: "He said that when he was changing your quilt, he accidentally knocked over the water cup and got your suitcase wet."

"Oh," Jiang Que said nonchalantly when he heard that was all, "It's okay."

But Song Yecheng didn't finish his words. He handed the phone over directly: "He also said that there was a piece of paper inside that was also wet. He wanted you to see if it was okay."

Jiang Que took the phone, and Song Yecheng carefully observed his reaction.

Sure enough, the moment Jiang Que saw the calendar in the picture, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

But the strange feeling only lasted for a brief moment. Song Yecheng didn't even have time to figure out what kind of emotion it was before it disappeared without a trace.

The next second, Jiang Que looked away as if nothing had happened and handed the phone back to Song Yecheng: "It's okay, this thing is useless."

Song Yecheng took back the phone, stared at his profile and hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help asking: "Really?"

Jiang Que keenly noticed that this question was a bit strange, as if it was hinting at something. He turned his head slightly puzzled and met his gaze: "What's wrong?"

Song Yecheng had no intention of hiding it. He licked his lips lightly and said frankly, "Last time at the airport... when you got off the car, I saw your watch."

The conversation between smart people didn't need much explanation. With just this one sentence, Jiang Que instantly understood the whole story.

But he was still surprised.

Because he didn't expect that Song Yecheng could deduce the date based on the string of ambiguous numbers on the watch, and then determined that the date was the same as the date on the calendar.

What kind of keen observation and judgment does this require?

Jiang Que was indeed a little surprised.

However, now is obviously not the time to lament these things.

Since Song Yecheng mentioned this matter, he was obviously curious about the date, and this date... happened to be the deepest secret he had concealed.

When they first parted ways in the tube-shaped building, he had thought of keeping the secret hidden until the end.

But he had to admit that after these few months of getting along, the defense line in his heart that was as strong as a city wall had actually been shaken a long time ago. Countless bricks and tiles were carefully and lightly knocked into powder and fell all over the ground.

He had thought more than once that maybe he could confess, maybe... Song Yecheng was not as stubborn as he initially thought.

But he still didn't dare to try it easily.

After all, the truth hidden behind the date is so bizarre that it even sounds like a fairy tale.

If Song Yecheng still chose not to believe it without hesitation after hearing it, just like he did when he first heard about "traveling through a book", then he would not even have room for a second round of detours.

At this moment, he was experiencing unprecedented contradictions and entanglements in his heart, and this chaotic mood could not be hidden as inconspicuously as usual. Even Song Yecheng, who was sitting next to him, felt his struggle that was about to burst out.

Is it really that difficult to answer?

Song Yecheng thought.

He almost didn't have the heart to ask any further questions. After all, the reason he was curious about the date was that he just wanted to know more about Jiang Que, not to embarrass him.

Thinking of this, he immediately said: "Actually, if you don't want to say it, then-"

"No." Jiang Que interrupted him subconsciously.

However, after the interruption, he fell into silence again, as if he himself had not figured out why he interrupted.

After hesitating for a while, he finally seemed to have made up his mind and turned around to meet Song Yecheng's gaze again: "This matter... and that online novel, I will explain it to you after the movie is finished, okay?"

Song Yechengquan didn't expect that this date was actually related to the online article, and he couldn't help but be stunned in surprise.

Ever since he became acquainted with Jiang Que, he had no intention of delving into the matter of the online novel. After all, the book did not give them a pleasant start. If Jiang Que chose to avoid talking about it from then on, he might never revisit the past.

However, it now seemed that Jiang Que was actually planning to uncover the truth himself, which made Song Yecheng feel surprised but also a little happy as if the clouds had finally cleared.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile gently: "Okay, I'll wait for you."