Although he had heard Jiang Que's "prophecy" last night, Song Yecheng was still speechless for a long time when he saw him publish a new chapter so openly.

After being speechless, the first thought that came to his mind was "Liang Heming is probably going crazy again." Sure enough, before this thought appeared for thirty seconds, Liang Heming called him.

Song Yecheng didn't say much to him on the phone. He first sent a message to Qiu Mingyue saying that he was busy, and then replied to Zhuang Yan saying that he would handle the matter himself. Then he called back Douzi, who had just left, and went to the company with him.

Several consecutive hot searches have made Liang Heming very anxious, but fortunately this time it is no longer some messy scandal. After confirming with Song Yecheng that he really intends to take on this role, Liang Heming actually felt relieved.

He quickly negotiated with Zhuang Yan and finalized the contract within three days. He then took advantage of the hype to make a grand announcement. Afterwards, he addressed Song Yecheng arrogantly, "Doesn't he always predict the future ten days in advance? I'm not going to let him succeed this time!"

Song Yecheng deeply admired this last bit of stubbornness, and slowly clapped his hands, thinking: He is really crazy.

In fact, ever since he met Jiang Que that night, Song Yecheng's opinion on this matter has changed a little.

Although he still didn't believe Jiang Que's statement about "traveling through a book", he felt a little curious - he wanted to know what Jiang Que would write next and whether he could continue to guess correctly.

The noise on the Internet continued, but Song Yecheng no longer paid attention to it. He stayed at home and read the script.

In early March, Zhuang Yan sent the filming plan of "Searching for the Light" to Song Yecheng, asking him to join the crew in mid-to-late March. The filming location was set in a mountain village.

There is a plot in the script that takes place in Fang Zhi's childhood, which is about the "pain brought by superstition" that he personally experienced. This plot is mainly to foreshadow Fang Zhi's disgust for ghosts and gods. A supporting role will play the young Fang Zhi, and because that supporting role is still a student, Zhuang Yan brought this plot to the forefront to shoot in order to allow him to return to school earlier.

This scene actually has little to do with Song Yecheng, but Zhuang Yan has always been rigorous in filming. He hopes that the adult Fang Zhi can more intuitively "inherit" the mentality of his youth, so he requires Song Yecheng to be present even if it is just to watch.

Of course, even if he didn't ask, Song Yecheng would still go.

Not only because he was as demanding of perfection as Zhuang Yan in filming, but also because—

Bai Ye Ling will also be there.

This writer, who has been famous for many years but is extremely mysterious and low-key, and who has made him curious about him through his words for eight years, now finally has the opportunity to see his true face.

In late March, the plane landed in a northern city at 45 degrees north latitude.

The car sent by Zhuang Yan had already been waiting at the airport. Song Yecheng and Douzi successfully avoided the crowd and got on the car. After another six hours of bumpy ride, they finally drove into the mountainous area selected by Zhuang Yan.

In the north, the snow has not melted in March, and the mountains and fields are covered with snow. Near the mountain road, you can see icicles hanging upside down from the pines and cypresses, and honeycomb-shaped bird nests left on the branches.

Song Yecheng took a few pictures out of the car window and soon understood why Zhuang Yan chose this time of year to shoot here - these scenes were perfect for shooting empty shots, which could easily make people feel the emptiness and loneliness away from the city.

He was taking photos of the scenery while Douzi was filming him from the side, creating a picture-within-a-picture with his phone's lens and the snowy landscape outside the window. He was very satisfied with the shot, but as he lowered his head to edit it, he sighed like an old mother, "Tsk, thank goodness it's not summer yet. If we went into the mountains in the middle of summer, wouldn't we be killed by mosquitoes? If they bite our face, even makeup wouldn't be able to cover it up."

"Haha, that's not the case!" The local driver explained enthusiastically, "It's cold year-round in the mountains here, and even in the summer there aren't many mosquitoes. It would be hell down south. I used to be a soldier there, and those mosquitoes were almost as big as bees!"

Hearing what he said, Song Yecheng in the back seat couldn't help but think of the first play he participated in when he was twelve years old.

That drama was filmed in the southwestern mountainous area from the beginning of the year to the middle of the year. Not only was Song Yecheng tanned and thin from exhaustion, but he was also bitten by mosquitoes so badly that when he returned to school, his classmates suspected that he had been wandering around for half a year because his family went bankrupt.

That was the first time in his life that he suffered, but it was also the first time that he felt the charm of movies and the sense of accomplishment as an actor of interpreting another life with his own performance. So even now when he recalls it, he doesn’t feel it was hard at all, but only feels fortunate and satisfied.

The car drove along the mountain road for nearly two hours and finally arrived at the small mountain village where the crew was located before the sun set.

There are quite a few cars parked in the open space at the entrance of the village, ranging from large box-type flying wing cars to small single-door hatchbacks, all with out-of-town license plates. Even without looking at the labels, you can tell that they are used exclusively by the crew.

"The roads in the village are difficult to drive on, so we have to park outside. Let's get off here!" The driver reminded as he drove towards a thick tree in the corner.

After the car stopped in front of the tree, Douzi and the driver got out and went to the trunk to get the luggage.

Song Yecheng opened the door on his side of the car, and first took a breath of cold air when he was hit in the face, and then stepped out.

After stopping, he closed the car door casually. Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly caught a glimpse of white smoke floating out from behind the big tree in front of the car.

Song Yecheng was a little curious and couldn't help but take two steps forward. He walked around the tree trunk and saw a person squatting behind the tree. He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a Bluetooth headset, holding a cigarette in one hand and lazily browsing his mobile phone with the other hand.

Perhaps because he suddenly caught a glimpse of a pair of feet in his peripheral vision, the boy was startled and turned around and stood up abruptly: "Shit!"

This earth-shattering roar made Song Yecheng lean back, feeling as if his heart was pounding like a drumstick. Douzi, who was carrying luggage in the back of the car, immediately rushed over and said, "What's going on?!"

The cigarette butt in the boy's hand had already fallen to the ground with his exclamation. When he saw who was coming, he couldn't help but be stunned: "Song Yecheng?"

The volume of this sentence was much lower than before, but it still felt like someone was shouting loudly, as if a grandson was afraid that his grandfather was hard of hearing and couldn't hear him, so he was shouting at the top of his voice.

Song Yecheng suspected that he was still playing music in his headphones, and raised his chin helplessly: "Why don't you take off your headphones first?"

The boy's reaction was a little slow. After a pause of a second, he seemed to understand what he meant. He raised his finger to his ear and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Seeing Song Yecheng nod, the boy said with a smile: "This is not a headset, it's a hearing aid."

Song Yecheng was startled. After a closer look, he realized that the thing was indeed different from ordinary headphones. Then he thought about what he had said just now, which seemed to indicate that he disliked the person's loud voice. He couldn't help but apologize, "...I'm sorry."

"It's okay," the boy said with a nonchalant smile, "It just means I picked a good pair. When I wear them, most people think they're headphones."

Perhaps realizing that his voice was too loud just now, the boy lowered the volume of the last two sentences a few decibels, and it sounded completely normal.

Before Douzi could understand what was happening, the boy had already put his phone back in his pocket and casually patted his lower back, which was covered in dust from leaning against the tree. "Let's go! Director Zhuang asked me to wait here for you. I've been squatting here all afternoon."

Hearing this, Song Yecheng suddenly realized something: "You are..."

The boy smiled slyly: "I am you when you were little."

"Jiangbei?" Song Yecheng said suddenly.

The cast list that Zhuang Yan sent him listed all the main and supporting roles. The actor who played the young Fang Zhi was named Jiang Bei. Although Song Yecheng had never heard of this name before, it left a deep impression on him because it was simple and easy to remember.

"Right," Jiang Bei turned his face left and right twice in response to Song Yecheng's gaze, as if to show off his handsomeness 360 degrees. "So, are you satisfied with your appearance as a child?"

Seeing that Song Yecheng didn't answer immediately, he raised his eyebrows: "Why? Are you discriminating against people with disabilities?"

Song Yecheng was just a little surprised at first, but was amused by his words: "What is there about you that deserves my discrimination?"

"That's right," Jiang Bei nodded, walking around the tree trunk and heading to the back of the car. "You have all the necessary limbs, a developed mind, and you're so handsome. You wouldn't be a mistake to be my adult version."

His familiar and mysteriously confident attitude was quite to Song Yecheng's liking. Seeing him reaching out for his luggage, Song Yecheng stepped forward and slapped him away: "Just lead the way, I'll carry it myself."

Jiang Bei didn't hesitate to put his hand back into his pocket. Douzi told the driver to go about his business, and he and Song Yecheng followed Jiang Bei, each dragging a suitcase.

Jiang Bei led the way with the arrogance of someone walking on his own territory. The villagers he met greeted him familiarly as "Xiao Bei" before expressing their surprise at Song Yecheng behind him: "Wow! You're a big star too? Oh, I know! You're that... General Gu! Right?"

General Gu is a role played by Song Yecheng in a costume drama. The drama was extremely popular when it was broadcast that year, creating countless hot topics of the year. It was almost a household name and became one of Song Yecheng's representative works.

Song Yecheng smiled and nodded politely along the way, and even took photos and signed autographs with enthusiastic people. Fortunately, the village was not big and there were not many people. It took about twenty minutes of stopping and walking to reach the residence.

This area of ​​houses is close to the end of the village road. They are rented by the crew and the villagers as temporary dormitories. They have their own doors and courtyards and are kept clean and tidy. Although they are definitely not as comfortable as hotels, this is not a vacation. During filming, all kinds of accommodation conditions are available. It is common to live in bamboo houses for rainforest scenes, felt tents for grassland scenes, and tents for desert scenes.

Song Yecheng didn't care about these. After putting down his luggage, he asked Douzi to pack it first and turned around and left the house.

"Where is Director Zhuang?" he asked Jiang Bei.

"On the mountain," Jiang Bei continued to lead the way, "The set is halfway up the mountain, they are setting it up."

At the end of the village road is a sparse forest, which is connected to the foot of the mountain. If you walk up the mountain road for a while, you can vaguely see the film set.

There were several stone village houses located halfway up the mountain. At this time, they were surrounded by various instruments and props. Many people were busy going in and out to debug them. Among them, the back of the man wearing a military coat and giving orders was particularly conspicuous.

"Director Zhuang!" Song Yecheng shouted from a distance.

Zhuang Yan turned around when he heard the voice, and the others also looked over. These were Zhuang Yan's personal team, and many of them were quite familiar with Song Yecheng. When they saw it was him, they all waved and greeted him.

"You're here?" Zhuang Yan strode forward and glanced at his empty hands. "Have you put everything down?"

"Yeah, I'm packing the beans." Song Yecheng raised his chin towards the set behind him, "When will the filming start?"

"The first game will be tomorrow." Zhuang Yan replied.

Song Yecheng raised his eyebrows: "Are we skipping the opening ceremony?"

"That can't be done," Zhuang Yan said with a smile. "There are only a few actors going into the mountains this time, so it doesn't count as the official start of filming. We'll hold the opening ceremony and banquet after we move to Yinling and everyone else joins the crew."

Yinling is a prefecture-level city close to this mountainous area. Most of the scenes after Fang Zhi becomes an adult will be filmed there. The set there has already been set up and arranged. It will take about three days to finish filming here, and then we will move directly there.

"How is it?" Zhuang Yan rubbed Jiang Bei's head with his big hands. "How does it feel to see your younger self?"

Jiang Bei's head was spinning from being rubbed, and his face was filled with despair.

Song Yecheng was actually quite curious about Jiang Bei's background, but he couldn't ask in detail in front of him. Besides, he had never seen Jiang Bei act, so he didn't know how good his acting was. So he just said, "The young man is quite energetic."

After saying this, he thought he had finished the greetings. He glanced at the studio and whispered, "Is Teacher Bai here?"

"Oh my God!" Zhuang Yan spread out his five fingers and pushed his face away. "Teacher Bai, Teacher Bai, your mind is full of this matter, isn't it?"

Song Yecheng did not deny it, but just chuckled twice, while Jiang Bei next to him looked at him strangely, as if a little surprised.

"Alright, let's go," Zhuang Yan patted Song Yecheng's arm helplessly, "I'll take you to see your teacher Bai first!"

After saying that, he turned back and gave a few instructions to the set, then led Song Yecheng and Jiang Bei down the mountain.

Song Yecheng followed in two steps: "He didn't come to the set?"

Zhuang Yan answered as he walked, "We reworked a scene all night long and only finished it this morning. I told him to rest first, so he should be awake by now."

Song Yecheng nodded without asking any more questions. It was not until he came down the mountain and returned to his village that he remembered to ask, "Where does he live?"

Zhuang Yan pointed ahead: "It's the room next to yours."

After that, he teased, "I made this arrangement specifically to make it easier for you to seek his advice. Are you satisfied?"

Song Yecheng had not noticed that house before, but now he found that the courtyard gate and the house door were not closed. As he got closer, he could vaguely see a corner of the backyard from the open door.

Somehow, he suddenly felt a little nervous. When he stepped into the yard, he subconsciously straightened his collar and fiddled with his hair, which was not at all messy.

Seeing that Zhuang Yan was about to lead them directly into the house, Song Yecheng hurriedly pulled him back: "Just go in like this? What if he hasn't gotten up yet?"

Zhuang Yan glared at him and said, "You don't close the door when you sleep?"

At this moment, Jiang Bei beside him shouted into the house: "Brother——!"

Before Song Yecheng could react to the meaning of this address, he heard a faint response from the backyard: "Here."

The voice sounded strangely familiar, and Song Yecheng couldn't help but frown in confusion, but just two syllables were too short after all, and he couldn't make out much.

Before he could think any more, Zhuang Yan had already led them through the main hall and to the back door leading to the backyard.

The backyard was small, surrounded by a stone wall. Fragrant wintersweet branches clung to the wall, hanging low above the snow on top. A kitten crouched in a depression in the snow, its white fur almost blending in with the snow. At that moment, a figure, standing on an old wooden ladder against the wall with its back to them, reached out and gently placed an enamel bowl in front of the cat.

Hearing footsteps behind him, the man was about to turn around, but the cat on the wall suddenly seemed to be frightened and swept the bowl towards him with its claws, spilling the grains in the bowl. The man was caught off guard and leaned back to avoid it, but unexpectedly, he fell backwards along with the ladder under his feet!

Song Yecheng's pupils suddenly shrank. In a split second, he didn't have time to think. He rushed forward at the speed of a 100-meter sprint and just caught the man's waist before he landed on the ground and grabbed him in his arms!

The ladder fell over with a bang, the enamel bowl fell to the ground with a clang, and the cat that caused the accident jumped down the wall and disappeared without a trace.

The two men maintained a posture of one leaning forward and the other standing, their breathing was a little rapid, and their frightened eyes met in the air.

The moment he saw the other person's face clearly, Song Yecheng's eyes widened instantly -

"Jiang Que?!"