Chapter 16
It was around seven or eight o'clock, when everyone was bored and browsing their phones after eating. Soon, a fan came to comment on his Weibo: [? ? ? 】
[Who are you?] ? 】
[Are all unknown celebrities trying to gain popularity this way these days? 】
【small? Are you here to stir up trouble? 】
Of course, there are also some fans who follow the drama "Maple Grove Evening": [But his background is in Hengcheng, and looking at the makeup, could he be Meng Leyu's stand-in? 】
[Can stand-ins now openly take advantage of the popularity of the main character? 】
[The person above should make it clear, it was your family's owner who stole other people's things first. 】
[Is it actually a substitute?] Why does she look prettier than Meng Leyu? (Dog head saves life)]
[I made an overlay of the figures, and it’s obvious that this is the one hanging by the wire, right? 】
[Has myl reached the point where she can’t even hang on wires by herself? 】
[Have you had enough of the blood-stained steamed buns above you? Meng Leyu's health was not good to begin with, so isn't it normal for Wire to find a substitute? 】
[Yes, yes, "Not in Good Health" (dog head.jpg)]
[This wire actor is so surreal. With his looks, figure, and skills, why does he want to be a stuntman? Find a company to sign him! 】
[No one cares, I just tried that tutorial with a rolling pin and it worked! Mom, I can also make sword flowers! 】
During the 8 o'clock post-dinner time, public opinion ferments particularly quickly. When Xiao Ziyu changed his clothes and came out, #Wireia# had already topped the trending search list, and the topic #Stunt Actor# was also pushed up.
The phone rang, and Xiao Ziyu knew who it was without even looking: "Hello, how are you?"
Meng Leyu's exasperated voice came from inside: "Xiao Ziyu, you have become more capable, right? What did you mean by that Weibo post?"
"I just see that everyone has some misunderstandings," Xiao Ziyu said slowly, "Don't you know what the truth is?"
Meng Leyu said sharply: "We, the Meng family, will support you..."
"The Meng family has indeed done me a favor," Xiao Ziyu interrupted him, "but this does not mean that you can interfere with my life forever. What's more... I have been married to Yuan Heng, right?"
"Uncle Meng should have been promoted. Please congratulate him for me."
"You, don't even think about coming back again..." Meng Leyu was probably also very flustered and actually hung up the phone first.
"Brother Xiao, you are so awesome," Luo Li couldn't help but check the data in a few seconds. The number of Xiao Ziyu's fans was changing all the time and had risen to tens of thousands.
"Let's go," Xiao Ziyu put away his phone. He also had a dinner appointment with Yuan Heng, who had no patience.
The crews finished work one after another, and the entire film and television city gradually became quiet. Except for the late-night crew who were still working overtime, there were not many people on the deserted streets.
The antique buildings are hidden in the darkness, the night blurs the boundaries of reality, and walking among them gives one a confusing sense of time and space. Xiao Ziyu walked to the door and looked up to see Yuan Heng leaning against the car door, playing with the car keys.
"Sorry, I'm late." Xiao Ziyu said.
"What happened?" Yuan Heng asked casually.
"Yes, it has been taken care of." Xiao Ziyu nodded and looked at the car behind him.
Yuan Heng’s car is different from Meng Leyu’s flat supercar. It has a tall body and flared tires that almost reach the waist. Xiao Ziyu touched the car body enviously, wondering how many thousand dollars he would have to save up to buy one.
Yuan Heng didn't ask any more questions and opened the car door for him: "Why, do you want to try it?"
Xiao Ziyu had studied the law and refused sternly, "No, I don't have a driver's license."
Yuan Heng chuckled. Every time Xiao Ziyu seriously refuted him, he wanted to reach out and pinch his face: "Where are we going to eat?"
"You choose the place." Xiao Ziyu was very generous.
He had no idea what a thousand yuan meant, but Luo Li said that the crew's lunch boxes were twenty yuan each and already contained meat, vegetables and soup. Yuan Heng would probably die of fullness rather than eat something worth a thousand yuan.
Yuan Heng didn't waste any time and drove directly to a nearby restaurant. The lights in the restaurant were dim, slow music was playing, and people were talking to each other in a very low voice, which was very elegant.
Yuan Heng asked for a seat in the corner. When the waiter took them there, Xiao Ziyu glanced sideways, and his round pupils dilated slightly.
There is a huge grand piano in the center of the restaurant, and the music comes from here.
Xiao Ziyu can play the pipa and the guqin, but he has never seen this kind of instrument. It must be some imported Western thing.
The two sat down and Yuan Heng handed him the menu, "What do you want to eat?"
Xiao Ziyu took it and took a look, his eyes widened again.
A small portion of beef costs more than 800 yuan! The noodles, which were made of ingredients you couldn't tell, cost five or six hundred yuan. For the first time, Wang Jun of Daliang felt short of money. He said in a profound way, "You choose first."
Yuan Heng chose a steak and recommended it to him: "This soft shell crab pasta is also good."
Xiao Ziyu glanced at the price of the steak, 888. He swallowed and pointed at the salad at the bottom and said, "I want green vegetables."
Salad 98 is still within his tolerance.
Then Yuan Heng said, "Add another bottle of wine."
Xiao Ziyu flipped to the back and looked at the prices of the drinks. He almost wanted to run away, but he couldn't show his weakness in front of Yuan Heng, so he forced himself to say, "It's all right."
"So generous." Yuan Heng praised.
"I... WeChat Pay." Xiao Ziyu used the term he had just learned to make himself look more natural, "... whatever you want."
Yuan Heng suppressed the smile on his face and waved to the waiter. They were speaking a foreign language. Xiao Ziyu pricked up his ears and felt that it was somewhat different from English. However, Yuan Heng's pronunciation was very nice and complemented the music perfectly.
While waiting, Yuan Heng poured him some sparkling water and asked casually, "Is your assistant back home?"
Xiao Ziyu realized that he was talking about Luo Li and nodded, "He said he rented a house near the movie studio."
Yuan Heng: "It's so convenient. I go to and from get off work with you every day?"
Yuan Heng said it lightly, but Xiao Ziyu could sense something was wrong. He seemed a little... unhappy?
Perhaps he was hungry after waiting for too long, Xiao Ziyu found an excuse for Yuan Heng. After all, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had an impatient temper, and if the meal was delayed by a moment, the cleaning workers in the imperial kitchen would be scolded.
"No," Xiao Ziyu said, "The kids get up late, so they have to start work before they can get to the crew."
"He's not young anymore," Yuan Heng snorted, "Today is the twenty-third."
Xiao Ziyu was stunned. He was also 23 years old when he "died", the same age as this body.
People in ancient times matured precociously and started having children before they were twenty. In modern society, people of this age are still cared for by their parents. Whether it is Luo Li or Meng Leyu, they both have a sense of inexperience.
"In short, he is just your assistant. You are unfamiliar with the place, so don't open your heart to him easily." Yuan Heng warned.
Xiao Ziyu didn't say anything. The waiter started serving the dishes and actually brought up two steaks. He stared at the 888 and was about to raise his hand to ask, but Yuan Heng held down the back of his hand.
Yuan Heng's fingertips were warm, and when he touched his wrist, he couldn't lift his hand. "Today they have a buy one get one free promotion."
"Really?" Xiao Ziyu didn't believe it.
"You can go and ask," Yuan Heng raised his hand very gentlemanly and made a gesture of invitation.
Thinking of the chirping of birds, Xiao Ziyu had no choice but to give up. However, he had never eaten this kind of dish before. There were no chopsticks, only knives and forks. The beef was sizzling on the iron plate. The inside was fresh and tender, and juice would pop out when poked.
Yuan Heng poured the wine to wake him up and started cutting the meat. Xiao Ziyu imitated him, holding the knife in one hand and the fork in the other, but he could not get it right. The beef slid back and forth on the plate. A man who was used to using cold weapons was helpless against a small table knife.
"Never eaten it before?" Yuan Heng glanced at him.
"I forgot." Xiao Ziyu sawed off a small piece of meat without changing his expression.
Yuan Heng showed that joyful expression again, his eyebrows slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly. He reached out and pinched Xiao Ziyu's fingers and placed them on the back of the handle: "Don't hold it directly, press it down like this, so it's easier to apply force."
Xiao Ziyu finally cut a piece, put it in his mouth, and opened his eyes slightly: "It's delicious."
"Have a drink?" Yuan Heng raised his glass and clinked it with him.
Xiao Ziyu seldom drinks, but too many things happened today that made it difficult for him to calm down, and alcohol became an outlet for his emotions. He clinked glasses with Yuan Heng in silence and drank the wine in the glass.
It tastes slightly bitter at first, not much different from the wine from Daliang, except that it is a little less sour, probably because it was fermented better.
"Big sips can easily make you drunk," Yuan Heng reminded, "You should drink wine in small sips."
Xiao Ziyu didn't say anything, just buried his head in drinking and eating meat. In his previous life, he had poor health and had many dietary restrictions, but now he could ignore them. Xiao Ziyu thought about the price of the bottle of wine and reached out to pour himself another glass.
He was basically certain that although Yuan Heng had no memory of his previous life, his temperament and some minor habits had not changed. He was not a complete stranger to him... Xiao Ziyu tightened his grip on the knife, as if he was suppressing some emotion.
He had no idea whether Yuan Heng could recover his memory or what would happen if he did.
The future is uncertain in this world, and the entertainment industry is not as simple as he imagined. Xiao Ziyu feels frustrated. How come the dynasty has changed? His common sense and knowledge have become useless. He is forced to adapt to the surrounding environment again like a child.
The alcohol finally started to take effect, spreading to his face. He gave up on himself and drank another glass, his eyes gradually losing focus.
Yuan Heng quietly watched him in distress, his fair skin turning slightly red. When the other raised his hand again, he pushed the glass down and said, "Don't drink."
"Why?" Xiao Ziyu glared at him with drunken eyes, and said rudely: "Why would you order something so expensive if you don't want to drink?"
Then he lowered his eyes and began to feel sad: "Actually, I don't have enough money."
Yuan Heng laughed, thinking that he was cute when he was drunk: "I have already paid."
"WeChat Pay?" Xiao Ziyu said with a big tongue, "I know how to use WeChat Pay, but there are so many new things in modern society, and there are still many things I haven't learned yet."
He sighed heavily, as if he was helpless: "It's so difficult..."
Yuan Heng looked at him deeply with a complicated expression: "You are drunk."
Xiao Ziyu did not comment, lowered his head, slowly buried his face in his arms, and muttered something.
"What did you say?" Yuan Heng leaned over and lowered his voice, as if to seduce.
Xiao Ziyu shrank back, as if he was struggling and timid. He called out softly, "Changfeng..."
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