Ying Zhengqing has good looks. He only came to Guilin to make a cameo appearance in the film crew, and he would leave after filming for about ten days.
The stay was not long.
If the timing is right, I might be able to return to the capital with Song Rongrong and the others.
That night, Song Rongrong returned to the hotel, took her medicine, and went to sleep, not even knowing when Zhang Shu returned.
As the filming was nearing its end, Gao Han and his team reviewed the footage they had shot, picking and choosing, deleting, and reshooting anything that wasn't enough. Song Rongrong was busy for three or four days, returning to the hotel around 8 or 9 pm every day, so tired that she didn't even want to take a shower.
Just after Song Rongrong went in to take a shower, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the room.
Zhang Shu put on her pajamas and went to open the door.
Who is it?
The person who came was from the hotel reception.
"It's so late, is something the matter?"
The receptionist was also carrying some food.
"Hello, is Song Rongrong there? Someone asked me to pass this on to her."
Zhang Shu stared in disbelief at the item in the receptionist's hand, her eyes wide. "Who is it? From our production crew?"
The receptionist shook her head. "She's not staying at our hotel, so she must be her friend. She said it's 'the meal she owes.' Sister, you can take it now, I need to go back, it's too cold."
Zhang Shu said "oh," took it, and closed the door.
Inside were the packed meals, still warm, and they smelled delicious.
When Song Rongrong came out of the shower, she saw Zhang Shu standing by the wall as soon as she opened the door.
"Oh my god, you scared me!"
Zhang Shu chuckled, "Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely. Tell me, who else do you know here? Someone even brought you food."
Song Rongrong looked confused. "What food?"
Zhang Shu tilted her chin slightly towards the small table in front of her.
"Look, it's on the table."
Song Rongrong walked over, glanced at it, and frowned. "Who delivered it? You weren't scammed, were you?"
Zhang Shu: "You're kidding me. Someone gave it to the front desk, and the front desk delivered it, saying it was 'a meal owed to you.' Who owes you a meal? Comrade Song Rongrong, we eat, drink, and sleep together every day, and you've been keeping quiet all this time and still gotten to know other people?"
Song Rongrong: "...Wait a minute, let me blow-dry my hair first."
Ten minutes later, the two sat down at the table.
Zhang Shu: "Eat it, it won't kill me anyway."
Song Rongrong: "No, don't say things like that."
So, who is it?
Song Rongrong frowned, pondering for a long time, "By the way, did I tell you that Ying Zhengqing also lives next door?"
Seeing Zhang Shu's eyes widen, Song Rongrong quickly covered her ears.
"Fine, you Song Rongrong, you didn't even tell me about something this important! Do you still consider me your good friend from China?!"
Song Rongrong: "Brother, big brother! Wait a minute, let me explain! I ran into him on New Year's Eve. I took my medicine and went to sleep as soon as I got back that day. I didn't even know when you got back. Also, I've been so busy these past few days! I haven't seen Ying Zhengqing at all, so I completely forgot about it!"
Zhang Shu blinked. "We bumped into each other on New Year's Eve, and then what? I owed you a meal?"
Song Rongrong had no choice but to explain the whole story of that day.
After listening, Zhang Shu said "Oh," and then held up her finger, saying seriously, "Since they're so sincere towards you, why don't you consider it?"
Song Rongrong was also in a mess. "Sigh, let's talk about it when we get back to the capital. There are so many people here, it's too much of a hassle."
Zhang Shu: "Anyway, you'll have to share intelligence promptly from now on!"
Song Rongrong couldn't help but laugh, "I know, I know."
Zhang Shu: "Eat it, it's getting cold."
The two had an extra meal that night and didn't go to bed until after 10 p.m.
After that night when she delivered the food, Song Rongrong never saw Ying Zhengqing again.
The production team wrapped up before the Lantern Festival and prepared to return to the capital. Everyone's train tickets were booked, and they were just waiting to depart.
The day before she left, Song Rongrong couldn't resist going to the National Grand Hotel next door and asking the front desk.
"Hello, I heard Ying Zhengqing lives here? I'm a friend of a friend of his, and he asked me to ask him something."
"Ying Zhengqing, they checked out this morning."
Upon hearing this, Song Rongrong was startled.
She nodded. "Thank you."
Back at the hotel, Zhang Shu asked her, "Where is she?"
Song Rongrong shrugged. "Let's go. We should head back to the capital."
"They did it without anyone noticing, and they were quite fast."
The next morning, the production crew took a train north.
Song Rongrong didn't spend the Spring Festival at home this year, and went straight to Heping Lane as soon as she got off the train.
Song Yangmin was resting at home today and was buying soy sauce at a convenience store when he suddenly heard someone call his name from behind.
"Second Brother!"
Song Yangmin turned around. "Rongrong? You little rascal, you're finally back. You weren't even home for the New Year."
Song Yangmin, carrying soy sauce, took the luggage from Song Rongrong.
Song Rongrong chuckled, "I just came back before the Lantern Festival, it's just a once-in-a-lifetime thing."
Song Yangmin looked his younger sister over.
After a year of running around outside, Song Rongrong's eyebrows and eyes became more and more flamboyant, and confidence overflowed from her bones. She was still sharp-tongued and calm. If the Song Rongrong of the past was a sapling that sprouted from the parched land, then she had now grown into a towering tree.
It faces the wind on its own and grows on its own.
Song Yangmin smiled and said, "Let's go home."
Song Rongrong came home today. Her grandparents didn't urge her to get married or complain about her late return. They cooked dumplings and made a delicious meal for their granddaughter.
Everyone in the family knew that Song Rongrong had bought a house. During this time, Song Xinfu often went to Song Rongrong's house to open the doors and windows to ventilate the house.
After dinner, Xu Guiying went to Song Rongrong's room.
"Mom, what brings you here?"
Xu Guiying frowned. "Rongrong, Mom has something to ask you."
Upon seeing her mother's expression, Song Rongrong's heart skipped a beat. She asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"
“Yesterday your dad went to air out the smell for you and ran into your upstairs neighbor.”
Song Rongrong raised her voice and asked, "What's wrong?"
Xu Guiying added, "According to your father, the other party seems to be a celebrity. Yesterday, a man was walking with him, who seemed to be his manager."
Song Rongrong couldn't help but touch her nose. "Dad's pretty trendy, he even knows about agents."
Xu Guiying clicked her tongue, "We're talking about serious matters, don't you know that?"
Song Rongrong shook her head, "I don't know, it's nothing, a celebrity is a celebrity. If I meet them, I can feast my eyes."
Xu Guiying frowned: "If a celebrity stays here, there will be reporters and fans taking pictures. I'll have your dad install a new door for you later."
Song Rongrong felt a warmth in her heart.
"Mom, it's okay. There are other neighbors living in our building."
"Other people have families and live together, but you're just a girl living alone. You'll have to be more careful."
Song Rongrong: "Okay!"
Xu Guiying was a woman of action, and she added, "Your dad is off tomorrow, so you can go with him to choose a door tomorrow."
Song Rongrong: "Okay, okay."
"Anyway, you're not in a hurry to move, so don't pack your luggage yet. We can talk about it in the summer."
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