Chapter 2 (Revised)

"No, sister, why don't you make up some excuse? Say I'm drunk."

The door slammed shut, Song Zhiyu hurriedly changed into slippers, and chased after Song Zhiyi, arguing non-stop.

"Then what excuse can I make? I can't just say to her, 'Hello, this is my brother. His brain was eaten by a chicken when he was a child. Please bear with me,' right?" Song Zhiyi climbed up the stairs and locked her stinky brother outside the room with a bang.

"My nose is going to break!" Song Zhiyu touched his nose which was almost hit and muttered angrily, "Fortunately, mine is original."

He stepped back and shouted inside: "Why didn't you tell me when you were discharged from the hospital? Did the doctor find the reason for your coma? Are you feeling unwell?"

"How dare you ask!" After a few words, Song Zhiyi changed into her home clothes, opened the door, and poked Song Zhiyu's forehead with her slender fingers, leaving red marks. "Auntie was taken abroad by my parents and hasn't come back yet, but you can't just leave me in the hospital like this? Don't even hire a nurse? Do you have any conscience?"

"I invited you." Song Zhiyu didn't dare to hide, and grumbled aggrievedly, "And I've been taking care of you these past few days. I was just called back to the company today to deal with some things..."

"And then you turned into a hooligan?" Song Zhiyi looked at him with hatred.

Buzz——

Song Zhiyu opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the sudden vibration of his cell phone. He walked a few steps to the side and answered the call.

"Hello, Doctor Wang, it's me."

"Yeah, my sister is at home."

I don't know what was said over there. Song Zhiyu looked over and frowned for a moment, then quickly said seriously: "Okay, I understand, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, he coughed lightly to hide his smile, and came over to ask tentatively: "Sister, you left a note without telling the doctor when you were discharged from the hospital?"

Song Zhiyi responded and walked towards the study on the second floor.

She just woke up and didn't quite understand the situation. There was no one familiar around her, so she could only leave a note with a lame excuse for leaving...

Wait, what was her excuse? It seemed like she was not feeling well and wanted to go home and rest?

She paused, turned around, and saw the teasing smile on Song Zhiyu's face, which he couldn't hide in time. She asked woodenly, "Did the doctor say anything else?"

"The doctor said," Song Zhiyu smiled, "you should come back for a checkup when you have time."

"...We'll talk about it later." Song Zhiyi quickened his pace without leaving a trace and pushed open the door of the study. "Let's talk about your hooliganism first."

"You'd better explain yourself honestly, otherwise don't think that I won't send you to the police station just because I'm your biological sister."

Still unable to dodge, Song Zhiyu frowned and followed his sister into the study room timidly. He took a board down from the wall as if he knew the way. When he put it on the ground, he hesitated: "Do you really have to kneel?"

"Three, two..."

Without waiting for Song Zhiyi to count, he immediately knelt on the washboard with a thud, standing straight.

After kneeling, Song Zhiyu looked up at his sister, trying to summon some brotherly love, but he saw her flipping through a blue notebook. She only said lightly, "Now explain to me what happened."

"I'm afraid you won't believe me if I tell you this." Song Zhiyu weighed his words carefully. Seeing her glare at him again, he quickly explained, "I was just going back to the company today to take care of some things. As you know, I recently took on a role in a costume drama, playing..."

Song Zhiyi: "Let's get to the point."

"Oh," Song Zhiyu realized that he had gone astray again and quickly skipped over the irrelevant plot, "and then I ran into Lin Xiaofeng. She just bumped into me accidentally, but I suddenly became unreasonable. At first I thought I was just in a bad mood, but later I actually dragged her away!

"Sister, you know that we are both trained. How could that little girl have the strength to resist? She recognized my identity and didn't call for help, so I pulled her into the alley. But I really hope she can resist. If not, I can attack her from three directions.

"You know, I was almost crying at that time, but I couldn't control my body..."

*

A few days later, in the nanny car.

Not long after arriving at the crew, the agent Brother Liu had to go back to the company for something, leaving only the siblings in the car. Song Zhiyu looked at the relaxed Song Zhiyi next to her and asked, "Sister, do I really not need to find you a few assistant security guards or something?"

"Don't you always stay in the crew hotel when filming? How could there be any danger?" Song Zhiyi pulled open his sunglasses, revealing a gap to look at him.

"It's not dangerous, but an assistant will inevitably have to serve tea, water and fans," Song Zhiyu said with increasing anticipation, "and occasionally massage shoulders and backs..."

Song Zhiyi interrupted him: "You don't have arms?"

Song Zhiyu choked: "It's grown."

"If it's long, then let's go. Get off the car."

Song Zhiyi opened the car door in a casual manner, walked leisurely in front with his hands in his pockets, and Song Zhiyu, who was dragging two suitcases, followed closely behind, looking like a security guard.

He still had to ask Brother Liu to arrange a personal assistant for him. He finally realized that his sister was an assistant in name but a helper in reality.

Song Zhiyu is not a big star, but there are still many fans squatting outside with their guns and cannons, waiting to take his "work photos". However, they obviously ignored the "security guard".

"Wow, who is that female star?"

"I don't know, is he a new artist? He looks familiar."

"I think she looks familiar too... ahh she's looking over here!"

"I feel so pretty even with sunglasses on."

Hearing the whispers from the side, Song Zhiyi looked over and caught Song Zhiyu's cheering expression. She quickly stretched out her right hand and waved at them, smiling as she waved: "Look, your fans."

Song Zhiyu snorted and looked at the group of girls who were holding their own cheering light signs and were mesmerized by Song Zhiyi's flying kisses, and silently quickened his pace.

Fake fans, a bunch of fake fans.

"What's wrong with this assistant? He actually left the artist so far behind."

Song Zhiyu: ...

Look carefully, look carefully, the assistant is behind!

*

Song Zhiyu unilaterally decided to break off all contact with her sister for half an hour and go do her makeup alone.

Song Zhiyi was happy and relaxed. He carried his pony and found a small corner with few people to sit in, looking down at the character card album in his hand.

Ever since that day when they exchanged messages with Song Zhiyu, their worldviews have been reshaped.

According to Song Zhiyu, after Song Zhiyi shouted that day, the unknown control he was under weakened, and all the shackles disappeared after she rushed over. Combining the dream she had when she was unconscious and her past experience of visiting Green River, Song Zhiyi came to an absurd but unique conclusion -

Her brother was a cannon fodder male supporting character in an entertainment industry article, the kind who should have awakened, but perhaps because he did not die young, the unknown golden ball pulled the wrong person to awaken, and it was she who woke up.

Not knowing whether Song Zhiyu would be controlled and turned into a hooligan in the future, and in order to protect his brother's life and avoid an early death, Song Zhiyi could only take the title of assistant and follow him closely for the first ten months.

There is also this personal card booklet.

It was only yesterday that she discovered that this card book was not just about text information. If you put your hand on the information on the character card and focus on it, you can even see the corresponding scenes that have already happened. Of course, it was automatically coded for privacy and at double the speed.

However, this function is a bit energy-consuming and she doesn't like to use it very much.

With nothing to do, Song Zhiyi casually opened a page and glanced at it, as if treating this personal card booklet as something to read in the toilet.

[Chen Fei, should be the director of the drama Little Fish, his character card is not very complete, it seems that he is either a passerby or his achievements in the entertainment industry are not very high. ]

Song Zhiyi's thoughts flashed for a moment, and he quickly added a more complete conclusion: [Or maybe both. ]

The man who was sitting two meters behind her and was watching his daughter on the video on his mobile phone and laughing foolishly was suddenly shocked.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Facing his daughter's question, he twitched his brows slightly, suppressed his anger, and coaxed her with a smile: "Be good, Daddy has to start working, I'll call you later."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Fei stared at the back of the strange girl in front of him. Was it she who said those words just now?

[What is the name of the play that my brother acted in? ]

Chen Fei moved a few steps, pretending to enjoy the cool air, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the girl open her cell phone and flip through it.

[Found it, Tears of a Beauty, right? What a tacky name. Let me take a look. "Tears of a Beauty, Chen Fei spent four years preparing for the production. It couldn't be broadcast due to cast issues, so he was left with a lot of debts and disappeared from the screen."]

[Hiss, what a miserable sight.]

You can curse the person, but you cannot curse his work!

"What do you mean, what..." Chen Fei's eyes were wide open, and he grabbed the girl by the back of the collar and pulled her up. When he was about to question her, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

His whole body froze, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet. It was clearly the hottest time of summer, but it felt like the coldest winter.

As his vision blurred, he seemed to see a dazzling oval golden light.

It's like an eye. The vertical line in the center is trembling slowly, about to open.

Can't let it open, can't let him see himself!

Chen Fei's mind was full of alarm bells, and out of his survival instinct, he blurted out an apology: "Sorry, I recognized the wrong person."

The body suddenly warmed up, and the vertical line trembled twice, then slowly disappeared along with the golden light.

Chen Fei stood in this position for an unknown amount of time before he sat down on the stool with the help of the girl in front of him.

"Are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Song Zhiyi looked at his face and frowned.

With cold sweat soaking his back, Chen Fei tried his best to suppress the shock and fear in his heart. He shook his head and smiled stiffly: "My God... Madam, are you an employee here?"

"You're mistaken. My last name is not Shen." Song Zhiyi took off his sunglasses and smiled. "I'm Song Zhiyu's assistant. I should be considered a staff member."

*

When Song Zhiyu came out wearing a heavy costume, he had already forgotten about the "breakup" and only wanted to show off his new look.

Not finding Song Zhiyi at the original place, he turned around a few more times and finally saw the familiar figure having a cheerful conversation with a man.

I didn't keep an eye on it for just a moment!

Song Zhiyi rushed forward angrily: "Who are you... Director Chen, what are you doing?" He braked in time, changed his tone, and gave his sister a puzzled look.

Song Zhiyi gave him a more puzzled look in return.

"Xiao Yu, this look really suits you." Chen Fei didn't even look at their exchange of glances. He patted his shoulders vigorously a few times, and his gestures were so intimate that Song Zhiyu shrank his neck like a quail.

The few of them chatted for a short while before the crew was about to start work, so Chen Fei left first. Song Zhiyu had no part to play for the time being, so he sat next to Song Zhiyi and asked, "Have you and the director known each other before?"

"We just met. He just made a mistake and made a mistake." Song Zhiyi looked at his brother, who was wearing a handsome round-necked robe on the upper body and shorts on the lower body with the robe opened, exposing his bare legs, and silently moved to the side.

Noticing her sister's disdainful look, Song Zhiyu said aggrievedly: "Why are you looking at me like that? Aren't they all like this? It's really hot to film a costume drama in the summer!"

Song Zhiyi raised an eyebrow: "If that's the case, then don't shoot it."

"You're doing this again." Song Zhiyu sat closer to him, staring at him with disgust. "This is my job. My agent worked so hard to get me this opportunity. When the show airs, your dear brother might become a top star! Hehe..."

Song Zhiyu started to giggle as he spoke, with sweat dripping down his temples. Song Zhiyi leaned forward and saw the red rash under the heavy makeup, frowning: "I'm serious, you should stop filming this drama."

She sat back down and added, "Even if we film it, we can't broadcast it."

"Sister, are you serious?" Song Zhiyu was stunned.

Song Zhiyi: "Well, if there is a penalty or something, I will pay it for you. We don't need this little money, so there is no need to suffer this useless pain."

"...Wait for me to ask Brother Liu."

Not daring to ruin the look, Song Zhiyu stopped his hand that was touching his head in the air and then put it down, then picked up his mobile phone.

After all, it was someone else's crew, so it was not easy to discuss the reasons why the show could not be broadcast in public. Song Zhiyu could only ask the agent about the possibility of temporary withdrawal. As for Song Zhiyi's words, he did not doubt the truthfulness.

He knew a few days ago that Song Zhiyi had some special abilities. Although she seemed unable to speak of these abilities, his sister would definitely not harm him. Moreover, his sister really didn't care about the little money he earned now.

The Song family had been in business for three generations, and Song Zhiyi had shown an amazing talent for investment since he was a child. He had been in charge of their pocket money since junior high school, and when he grew up, he gave all the money he earned to his sister.

After so many years of operation, Song Zhiyi has accumulated a staggering amount of funds and dividends. Therefore, the Song family's parents, who successfully turned their own industry into a sunset red, decisively closed the company two years ago and went on a leisurely trip around the world.

This wealth of money is also the basis for Song Zhiyu's untainted confidence after nearly three years in the entertainment industry.

…

Even though there was a caterpillar air-conditioning duct in the rest area, Song Zhiyi still felt a little hot after staying outdoors for so long. She estimated the number of staff present and picked up her phone to order some fruit.

Song Zhiyu finally put down his phone and burst into tears: "Brother Liu scolded me and said I was talking nonsense."

Over there, the crew called Song Zhiyu's name. Song Zhiyi raised his chin slightly to signal him to go over first, saying, "Just keep filming. I'll help you find out the specific reason why it can't be broadcast."

He did as he was told. Song Zhiyi stood up and looked, and happened to see Chen Fei sitting behind the surveillance camera and waving at her.

After thinking about it, Song Zhiyi simply moved his ponytail and sat over. He glanced at his younger brother's acting skills which needed improvement and continued to study the character card book.

[Although I said I would help him find out why the show couldn't be aired, there are so many people on the crew, how can I find out?]

Chen Feihu's body trembled, and when he met the astonished gazes of the people around him, he immediately knew that this was not an illusion, nor was it an auditory hallucination.

This person is definitely a fortune teller!

[Hey, most of the people behind Chen Fei are from this group. Not bad, they are easy to find.]

Song Zhiyi looked at them one by one. There was very little information on the character cards of marginal characters such as makeup artists and lighting engineers. She flipped through several pages but couldn't find any useful information. Just then, her cell phone rang. She put down her notebook and walked out while talking on the phone.

"You all just..." Someone couldn't help but speak out, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"Tsk, that's unspeakable." Chen Fei interrupted quickly, then pointed to the sky mysteriously.

Most people in this circle are superstitious. He used to scoff at them, but now he believes in them without a doubt.

*

Song Zhiyi was walking in front holding half a watermelon in her arms. Behind her were two people pushing a cart filled with iced drinks, fruits and milk tea.

After inviting the staff to divide the business in the name of Song Zhiyu, Song Zhiyi just returned to his old seat when he felt several burning gazes around him.

She blinked uncomfortably, looked down at the bright red watermelon in her arms, and said cautiously, "There are more over there. How about I ask them to push them over?"

"Ahem," Chen Fei spoke as the director, cursing, "Go get it yourself. You have something to eat but you are not active. What are you doing here?"

Everyone scattered, the scorching gaze finally disappeared, and Song Zhiyi lowered his head and dug the watermelon very seriously.

Chen Fei did not stand up, but swayed slightly from side to side with his ears erect, as if he was sitting on pins and needles. After a while, he could not help but secretly look at Song Zhiyi and said, "Why don't you say anything? Why can't this drama be broadcast?"

"Director Chen, I think there are some problems in the script here. How about adding some small designs?" The third male lead who brought money into the crew came over and described to him the same small changes that he had ingeniously conceived.

Chen Fei wanted to curse, but for the sake of his financial backer, he could only perfunctorily say “yes, yes, yes” while his eyes were darting around.

The third man looked over and noticed the girl who was concentrating on showing off her watermelon. From this angle, he could only see her straight nose and long, thick eyelashes.

He chuckled, turned slightly to 45 degrees, revealing his perfect left face, and said in a flirtatious tone, "Is this little sister new here?"

Song Zhiyi was interrupted from eating melon and looked up at the newcomer with dissatisfaction. She had peach blossom eyes, dark eye bags that couldn't be covered up even with heavy makeup, and a pointed face. She looked like a good sewing worker.

Her eyes lit up: "What's your name?"

"Zhang San." He has always loved beautiful women, and he had to admit that the look in the eyes of this beautiful woman pleased him. Zhang San's smile deepened.

[Zhang San, let me find where he is. ]

Song Zhiyi flipped open the character card book with one hand and put the watermelon down with the other. In front of her, Zhang San's smile suddenly froze, and his pupils trembled.

[Wow, I found it.] His fingers just happened to touch a line of handwriting, and Song Zhiyi paused for a moment. He couldn't help but look up at the not-so-obvious red mark on his neck.

[It was actually ironed with low-temperature candles. It’s quite a trick.] She continued to look back.

[Wait, you are into pornography, gambling, and drugs, and you still want to use your hidden powers to control my brother? ? ]