Chapter 18
Although Yu Jiawei's car is not expensive, it is practical and has good performance. It can hold up well in situations and he never shows any fear when driving it.
But after driving to the address sent by Xia Lanzheng, he began to doubt his life. Xia Lanzheng, a young artist who had just entered the industry, lived here?
Yu Jiawei knocked on the door in a daze and was met by the servants. He didn't eat the tea and snacks the servants brought him. He looked around and unconsciously straightened his collar.
Fortunately, footsteps were soon heard on the stairs. Yu Jiawei stood up, caught a glimpse of two figures at the stairs, was stunned, and fell back down.
Xia Lanzheng and Chu Linchuan came out one after another, one wearing a loose sweatshirt and the other in formal clothes.
Chu Linchuan had just taken a shower and his hair wasn't dry yet. He seemed to have been delayed by something urgent. "Why are you bringing so little?"
Xia Lanzheng glanced at the suitcase. This size was more than enough for him. He had never needed it when traveling domestically before. "It's only for a week. It's more than enough, right?"
Yu Jiawei was neither sitting nor standing, but he had to say something: "Chu Chu Chu...Boss, Xiao Xia, what are you doing?"
Only then did Xia Lanzheng see someone in the living room.
He didn't want Yu Jiawei to run into anyone. His plan was to just get on the bus with his luggage and not bump into anyone.
But just a few seconds after leaving the room, the door next door opened.
There was no one at home at this time before, but it seemed like Chu Linchuan wanted to run into him on purpose today.
Xia Lanzheng stopped thinking, "Wait for him? How could that be possible?"
He didn't know how to explain it. It was strange that such a distant relative showed up at the boss's house so early in the morning.
Xia Lanzheng wanted to leave a good impression on Brother Yu, and wondered whether she should explain that she was just staying there temporarily?
To be honest, Chu Linchuan would not be happy. This person definitely doesn't want to have anything to do with him.
Before he could open his mouth, Chu Linchuan naturally replied, "My brother, please excuse me, Teacher Yu."
Veteran agent Yu Jiawei didn't hold back his expression: "Brother?"
Xia Lanzheng was also stunned: "Brother?"
Chu Linchuan poured himself a glass of water and glanced at Xia Lanzheng.
This guy had been making a fuss for a long time last night. When Chu Linchuan heard the bleating of sheep from the next room, he felt both angry and amused.
He didn't sleep much in the second half of the night, and Xia Lanzheng obviously didn't either.
The young artist who joined the crew for the first time was extremely nervous. He came out from time to time to pour water and go to the bathroom to use the toilet.
Chu Linchuan heard the noise and stood by the window to watch for a while. Xia Lanzheng, with all her energy, spent half an hour watering the flowers downstairs with a kettle.
You could say he was nervous, but he hid it very well and it wasn't noticeable at all.
I guess he comforted himself and didn't think of asking anyone for help.
Chu Linchuan said calmly, "Yes, brother, it's my love."
The meaning of these two words is self-evident. Yu Jiawei's eyes suddenly changed when he looked at Xia Lanzheng.
Dear? Which kind of relative? Is there a child with the surname Xia in the Chu family?
Yu Jiawei had a flash of inspiration. He actually seemed to have heard that the Chu family had adopted a child.
A long time ago, he overheard it from a company executive, who said that the young master was not in good health and had a special identity. In order to protect him, the Chu family kept him hidden.
Ordinary people don’t have access to that circle, so they don’t know the specific situation.
Yu Jiawei suddenly remembered something.
He had heard from his colleagues that there was a strangely shaped ornament on Mr. Chu's desk, handmade, and it was hard to tell what it was.
Mr. Chu dusts the ornaments every day and treats them very preciously.
A group of people would guess who gave the ornaments to them when they had nothing to do. Some said it was their fiancé, their ex, a friend... They all sorts of things.
Later, the secretary came out to refute the rumor, saying that Mr. Chu had no partner or ex, and the ornament was a gift from his younger brother.
Yu Jiawei stood there in a daze for two seconds.
What did Mr. Chu mean when he mentioned distant relatives last time? Did the two brothers have a fight?
On second thought, the Chu family should not be happy to see their young master, who had been hidden for so long, enter the entertainment industry. After hiding it for more than a month, they finally couldn't help but take action.
"Teacher Yu," Chu Linchuan put down his water cup, "Would you please wait in the car for a while?"
Without waiting for him to finish, Yu Jiawei nodded, picked up Xia Lanzheng's suitcase and ran away, not daring to stay for even a second.
Xia Lanzheng, who stayed in the room, was also thinking about it. Chu Linchuan's attitude changed too quickly.
Could it be that he said this because he couldn't stand watching him struggling so hard?
After all, no matter what, he is a member of the Chu family.
Xia Lanzheng was suddenly touched. Even though the original owner had committed suicide many times in the past few years, it had not extinguished the affection in Chu Linchuan's heart.
This person is a bit bad, but when he is cut open, he is white inside.
"Brother," Xia Lanzheng said, overcome with emotion, "You are such a nice person."
Chu Linchuan almost choked on his water: "Why are you giving out nice guy cards?"
Xia Lanzheng smiled and said, "Brother, can you help me take care of my bag?"
"You're really good at pushing things." Chu Linchuan admired Xia Lanzheng's smile for a while and said word by word, "No."
Okay, if you cut deeper into the white part, there will still be a small piece of black.
Xia Lanzheng knew that he would not agree, so she entrusted the bag to the aunt at home in advance.
"Do you want to tell me something?" Xia Lanzheng glanced at the car outside the window. "If everything is fine, I'll leave. Brother Yu is still waiting for me."
"Wait," Chu Linchuan suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar, "Send a photo every day to check in."
Xia Lanzheng suspected she had misheard and looked up in this position: "What are you doing? Do I need to report to you?"
Chu Linchuan let go: "The boss is inspecting the work, I'm afraid you will do something stupid again, like last night."
Bang--
Xia Lanzheng closed the car door. Yu Jiawei looked at him with a smile on his face, and tacitly did not mention what had just happened.
He handed over a bottle of water, then brought a blanket and asked Xia Lanzheng if she was cold and if she wanted to turn up the air conditioner.
Yu Jiawei is not a bad person. Xia Lanzheng knows that he is a typical person who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside.
Although Yu Jiawei's expression changed drastically, Xia Lanzheng felt helpless and didn't take it to heart.
"Brother Yu," he was still thinking about what Chu Linchuan said last night, so he leaned over and asked, "Did last night's live broadcast become a hot topic?"
Yu Jiawei laughed even more exaggeratedly when he heard this and handed him a phone: "Yes, I was just about to tell you, the slices have gone viral online."
Xia Lanzheng opened the Weibo and saw that this time he was not a nobody, her name was ranked eighth on the hot search list.
[I can't stop laughing... What kind of abstract live broadcast room is this?]
[Volume warning ahead!! There's still time to run!!]
[What a cute lamb! ! With round eyes! ]
Xia Lanzheng must have been shocked himself. I'll be watching the last two seconds over and over again; his expression is hilarious.
【【Picture】Drawn.】
It was another picture that Xia Lanzheng couldn't understand, so he immediately pressed the screen.
Yu Jiawei took back his phone: "That's good. You've maintained your popularity very well."
Xia Lanzheng listened to the sound of sheep bleating repeatedly in the car, pulled the blanket over her face, and said in a muffled voice, "Brother Yu, I'm going to sleep for a while. Call me when we get to the destination."
"Okay," Yu Jiawei turned to look at him and laughed, "Are you really that shameless?"
Xia Lanzheng didn't respond and actually slept all the way.
Two hours later, the car drove into the film and television base, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, as if we had traveled through time.
The crew's liaison took Xia Lanzheng and Yu Jiawei to the hotel next door. The environment was very simple, and they each stayed in a standard room.
"The conditions are better than I expected," Yu Jiawei said as he checked the equipment in the room. "The young artist I was managing stayed in this guesthouse the first time they joined the crew."
Xia Lanzheng also thought it was a good idea and took out the script from the suitcase: "What should I do now?"
"Wait here," Yu Jiawei said with relief when he saw that his script was covered with notes. "I'll go explore the route first and pick you up later."
Yu Jiawei gave some instructions for a while, and then went to get close to the person as if he was familiar with the place.
Xia Lanzheng stayed in the hotel alone and received a new message on her phone.
"Zhang Cheng: Good morning."
"X: It's already three in the afternoon. It's late."
"Zhang Cheng:."
"Zhang Cheng: I had a bit of insomnia last night."
When Xia Lanzheng saw the word "insomnia", she formed a conditioned reflex and started to actively promote it.
"X: Next time you have insomnia, you can come and watch my sleep-aiding live broadcast room."
"X: [lamb chew chew chew.jpg]"
Zhang Cheng sent another period, disappeared for a long time, and slowly replied "OK".
At noon, Yu Jiawei called and told Xia Lanzheng to go downstairs to the lobby to get her lunch box. He had already arranged a lunch with several staff members and would not be eating with him.
Xia Lanzheng was amazed at Yu Jiawei's strong execution ability. He went to the bathroom to wash his face, then wiped his hands with a tissue. When he lowered his head, he caught a glimpse of the mole under his index finger and was stunned.
He also had a mole on the palm of his hand in his previous life, and it looked exactly like this one.
Xia Lanzheng rubbed her palm with her thumb, and her palm became hotter and hotter.
When I first wore it, the mark was very shallow, but recently, the outline of the mole has become clearer and clearer.
Is it a coincidence?
When I came to my senses, I had already reached the corner of the corridor. There were many people at the elevator entrance, and judging by their costumes and makeup, they were actors from another crew.
Xia Lanzheng didn't dare to go forward and turned to walk towards the stairwell.
However, when he reached the stairs, he realized something was wrong and suddenly stopped.
There were faint sounds of conversation in the stairwell.
There was a faint familiar scent of perfume coming from inside, refreshing yet aggressive.
Lemon is Cheng Lan.
Xia Lanzheng immediately fell silent, held her breath, and took a look inside.
Opposite the two blue trash cans, Cheng Lan's figure obscured another person.
From Xia Lanzheng's perspective, the two people were very close to each other, and Cheng Lan almost pushed the man into the corner.
Cheng Lan's silver hair was dyed black and cut shorter, revealing the clear contours of his face.
He said something to the man and reached out to take something. Their hands touched, and Cheng Lan picked it up and held it up to the light.
In that moment of dislocation, Xia Lanzheng saw clearly the face of the person opposite her.
...It’s Song Xinghuai.
Xia Lanzheng was stunned. This plot appeared too suddenly. To be precise, it was not described in detail in the original book.
He tilted his neck back and stared at Song Xinghuai silently until Song Xinghuai raised his eyes.
The word "help" flashed in my mind.
Damn it.
How did he accidentally enter the Shura field of the protagonist and the bottom again!
Xia Lanzheng turned around to leave, and when she raised her foot, she kicked the takeout garbage placed by the door.
The plastic bag made a rustling sound, and Cheng Lan and Song Xinghuai looked at him at the same time.
In the darkness, a cold and alert voice sounded.
"who?"
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