Chapter 50: What if I can’t recover my memory?
So, Song Lehan and Xu Jiangcuo sat on horseback again and took a lot of photos.
By the time it was over, it was already dark.
Aunt Zhou prepared dinner and asked them to eat before leaving, and she especially emphasized that Song Lehan should stay.
She stopped being shy and sat down with a smile.
Xu Jiangcuo was forced to sit next to Song Lehan.
Unlike at lunch, the two of them no longer whispered to each other, but instead looked a little uncomfortable.
Everyone eats their own food without any communication.
Others also noticed that something was wrong with these two people and took the initiative to ease the atmosphere.
Uncle Zhou raised his glass and said, "Come on, everyone's worked hard after filming all day. I'm going to toast you all with this glass!"
The cameramen followed suit and drank it.
Seeing this, Song Lehan also picked up the wine glass. Just as he put it to his lips, he heard Xu Jiangcuo ask, "Can you drink?"
She doesn't drink alcohol.
She once tried beer by chance in college, and the spicy taste made her throat hurt, so she never drank alcohol again since then.
Later, at some point, Song Lehan also learned to pick up the wine glass and toast others.
He drank cup after cup without blinking.
"Don't drink easily when you're out." Xu Jiangcuo silently pushed the barley wine in front of her and pointed at it. "Try this. It won't make you drunk, and it tastes good."
Aunt Zhou, who was sitting opposite, then explained, "This is our own home-brewed highland barley wine. It's very low in alcohol and won't make you drunk."
"Really?" Song Lehan poured a little and tasted it lightly. It didn't have that spicy taste, but instead had a hint of sweetness.
She took another sip. "It's sweet, not like wine."
"I'll give you a can when you leave, so you can keep it for yourself," Aunt Zhou said enthusiastically.
Song Lehan felt a little embarrassed. "This is brewed by you with great effort. I can't take it for free. I might as well buy a few cans and share them with my friends."
Uncle Zhou waved his hands when he heard this and said, "What's there to be embarrassed about? You've already helped us shoot the video for free, so it's only natural that we give you these."
Aunt Zhou agreed: "Yes, don't be polite, just take it if I give it to you."
"Thank you." Song Lehan was a little overwhelmed by the excessive enthusiasm, "Thank you, uncle and aunt."
Uncle Zhou waved his hand again, "Why bother saying thank you? Now that you're here, you're family. As a family, why bother saying thank you?"
"You and Dajiang are friends, and we are all family. Don't be polite. Come often when you have time. Auntie will prepare delicious food for you." Aunt Zhou looked at Song Lehan, and the smile on her face became more kind.
Song Lehan smiled and nodded, but his eyes were inexplicably red.
She had endured so much malice from strangers all along. Suddenly one day, someone told her that they were family and she should be polite.
It’s like a person who is used to a cold environment suddenly comes to a warm place and suddenly realizes that his body can also be warm.
Song Lehan quietly lowered his head to hide his emotions.
Uncle Zhou across the street invited the camera crew to drink together, and everyone's attention shifted away from Song Lehan, and no one noticed her abnormality.
Except Xu Jiangcuo.
He took out two pieces of paper from behind him and quietly handed them to Song Lehan from under the table as a silent comfort.
"Thank you." Song Lehan thanked quietly, took it, and while no one was paying attention, he covered his tears with his snot, and quietly returned to his normal expression.
After dinner, Xu Jiangcuo carried a can of barley wine and went home with Song Lehan.
There were no lights on the road, so Song Lehan took the lamp given by Aunt Zhou and illuminated the road ahead.
"Are you tired today?" Xu Jiangcuo broke the silence.
Song Lehan tilted his head and smiled, "Not tired at all. Sometimes I don't get much sleep during filming. That's what I call tired."
“It’s exhausting, both physically and mentally,” she added.
Xu Jiangcuo became curious, "Do you like filming? I see that your major in college was not acting."
"How did you know?" Song Lehan tilted his head to look at him, his eyes narrowed, a smug smile on his lips, "Xu Jiangcuo, you pay so much attention to me, could it be that... you are interested in me?"
"No, no." Xu Jiangcuo glanced at her vaguely and tried to excuse himself, "I'm just curious. I'm curious about how you ended up entering an industry you're not familiar with."
Song Lehan lowered his head, reached out and pulled a piece of grass from the bushes beside him, and shook it in his hand.
"Of course it's because I make a lot of money!" she said helplessly.
Xu Jiangcuo didn't know what to say for a moment.
Being a celebrity does earn a lot of money, and you can also feel the popularity of the crowd.
Compared to ordinary work, it is definitely better and easier.
"That's right." He replied solemnly.
"Actually, I don't want to..." Song Lehan spoke again, as if he had found an outlet to vent, "but it seems that this is how it has to be, forcing you to take that path."
"If nothing unexpected happens, I will probably continue my studies, get a master's degree, a doctorate, or even a postdoctoral degree, and then stay in university, either teaching or researching literature."
Song Lehan looked back at Xu Jiangcuo, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.
Perhaps, they would have no intersection at that time.
But Xu Jiangcuo couldn't understand the look in her eyes.
He just heard the "accident" in Song Lehan's words.
No follow-up questions, no comfort.
Xu Jiangcuo said: "Then you are really amazing."
He was praising her.
“It’s really amazing to be able to get this far.”
Song Lehan blinked and turned his head to look over, and saw his sparkling eyes.
There is only sincerity inside.
He was really praising himself, not being perfunctory, nor was he being evasive.
"Are you praising me?" Song Lehan asked in disbelief, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Xu Jiangcuo nodded affirmatively and asked doubtfully, "Are you so unconfident?"
"Yeah." Song Lehan turned around and sighed, but because his tone was filled with lightness, "When a person is used to being scolded, sudden praise will make her feel at a loss."
“So I’ll ask again and again until I get a positive answer every time.”
She was talking about herself.
Xu Jiangcuo asked again: "Why don't they like you?"
"Well," Song Lehan threw away the grass in his hand and said lightly, "It's a long story, so I won't go into details."
After a pause, she added, "You'll know it sooner or later anyway."
Xu Jiangcuo: "Why are you so sure that I will remember it?"
Not only her, many people felt that he would be able to remember the things he had forgotten.
But the doctor clearly told him that he might never remember it in his lifetime.
"If I can't remember it in this lifetime, will I never know what you said, 'I'll know sooner or later'?"
At the end, Xu Jiangcuo smiled bitterly and said, "It's not like in the TV series where you can just get your memory back by getting hit by a car."
"You can try it, maybe you can really restore your memory." Song Lehan joked, but when he saw his serious face, he explained, "After all, what they show in TV dramas is based on science."
Xu Jiangcuo's eyes were filled with sadness as he shook his head, "You don't understand."
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