Chapter 239 Extra: Past Life (31)
Lingling, the newly hired assistant, stood outside the RV, feeling uneasy.
That aunt has been gone for three or four hours.
Shan Qingshan kept himself locked in the car.
There was no sound at all.
Lingling was extremely worried and cautiously peered out the car window, "Brother Qingshan, are you alright? The film crew is about to start shooting..."
After a while, the car door opened.
Shan Qingshan came out and asked, "How much longer?"
"About forty minutes."
"I'm going out for a bit, don't follow me."
"But brother, it's a bit chaotic here at the film studio, and you'll be all alone..."
"I know it better than you do."
Dan Qingshan coldly adjusted his hat and walked towards the alleyway of the film and television city.
Without much effort, he found the people who roamed the underbelly of the film studio. These people came from all walks of life, moving between various places, and could find out any information as long as the money was right.
Shan Qingshan handed over an envelope, the thickness of which made the recipient beam with joy.
Shan Qingshan: "Check out this guy named Shan Mingli. The more detailed the information, the more you will be paid."
The other party agreed very readily, took the money, and quickly disappeared into the alley.
Shan Qingshan leaned against the wall, every word in Susan's letter piercing his heart, making it feel heavy and bleeding.
According to that letter, he should be his mother's and uncle's child.
Not only Shan Huai, but also Shan Fang, Grandma, and everyone in the village told him that he was Shan Huai's child.
Is it that woman named Zheng Xiumei who is lying, or...?
Shan Qingshan didn't think any further.
He couldn't tell whether it was because he dared not or was unwilling.
All I knew was that I really wanted a cigarette, but then I remembered that I hadn't smoked in a long time and didn't even have a lighter on me.
He suddenly had an intense urge to see Zhou Chong.
I can't wait even a moment longer.
Shan Qingshan called Lingling and asked her to go to the film set to ask for leave.
He drove home, and it seems he ran a red light, but it also seems he didn't.
From the moment he saw that letter and heard Zheng Xiumei recount those past events, his mind seemed to be in a state of both ambiguity and clarity. He knew what he was doing, but couldn't recall it.
When he got home, Zhou Chong was not there.
Dan Qingshan sat alone in the living room for a while, hoping to see Zhou Chong when he came home from work. After sitting there for a long time without seeing him, he felt a little cold, so he went upstairs, took a shower, curled up in bed, and slept on the side where Zhou Chong usually slept.
My consciousness was hazy, and my dreams were bizarre and fantastical.
He felt as if he were running, and it also felt as if many people around him were smiling at him. As he ran, he seemed to see many gleaming, cold knives.
It's very cold around here.
Suddenly, someone rushed up to him and chopped down with an axe.
He felt his head fall off, but half of it remained, so he wasn't dead. He lay on the ground, enduring the pain and barely clinging to life, with no one to give him a quick death.
He tried desperately to see the murderer clearly, but he couldn't.
He recognized the axe lying on the ground.
It was the one we used at home when we were still in the village.
"Xiao Bao..."
Someone was calling him.
The first sound was like his grandmother's voice, but it later became Zhou Chong's.
Shan Qingshan slowly opened his eyes and saw Zhou Chong's worried eyes.
"Did you have a nightmare? You were shaking just now."
Dan Qingshan looked at him almost greedily, like a traveler who had been trekking through the desert for a long time and finally found a source of water, and clung to him.
"I'm a little tired."
Zhou Chong frowned even more deeply, immediately feeling extremely distressed.
Normally, Shan Qingshan would not say such things.
He said it must be a very demanding job.
"I'll have your agent turn down some work for you. This isn't how you make money. You have a husband to support you, why are you working yourself to death?"
"No, it's just that a recent role has been a bit mentally taxing, so I've already asked the crew for leave to rest for two days."
Zhou Chong saw that Shan Qingshan had closed his eyes in his arms, looking like he wanted to rest.
They look exhausted.
Zhou Chong is familiar with every film and television production he takes on.
Recently, he's been playing the role of a cold-blooded killer, burdened with a deep-seated blood feud.
Zhou Chong lowered his head and kissed him. "Have you eaten? I'll go make you something."
Dan Qingshan wanted to eat the food he cooked, but he didn't want him to leave. Torn between these thoughts, he said, "Let's order takeout. I want Yunwailou's pickled bamboo shoots and pork soup."
Qingshan Xiaobao rarely orders food, so Zhou Chong immediately had someone send him the menu from Yunwailou and, while holding him in his arms, ordered several dishes.
Zhou Chong's orders are taken very seriously by every restaurant, so they are delivered very quickly.
Seeing that Shan Qingshan was tired, Zhou Chong wanted to set up a table on the bed and eat there, but Shan Qingshan refused.
"Don't choose such difficult roles in the future."
"There aren't many notebooks that can be handed out to me to begin with. I'm fine, I'll be alright in a bit."
Zhou Chong was still worried, so he followed him upstairs. After he lay down, he covered him with a blanket, quickly took a shower, lay down next to him, rolled up his pajamas, and took his hand to place on his abs.
"Come and touch it, this is your favorite. Once you touch this, you can forget about that damn character of yours."
"..."
Shan Qingshan was at a loss for words.
Zhou Chong's abs—no, I should say, Zhou Chong's body—are very beautiful, very perfect.
It feels very comfortable to touch, and I kind of love it, but it's not to my liking.
What he liked most was Zhou Chong's heart.
Warm, passionate, and brave.
He touched him a lot because he found that Zhou Chong reacted strongly and felt very comfortable.
The current situation doesn't seem suitable for explanation.
Shan Qingshan then shut up.
Zhou Chong hugged him, "Does it feel nice?"
"It feels nice."
Zhou Chong lowered his head, getting close to Shan Qingshan's lips, "Shall we do something fun to distract you?"
Shan Qingshan looked into his eyes and wrapped his arm around the back of his neck.
This means agreement.
With a soft chuckle from Zhou Chong, she was pressed down onto the soft bed...
Shan Qingshan didn't have that strange dream again.
He woke up in Zhou Chong's arms and learned that Zhou Chong had his assistant send the documents that needed to be approved in the next two days to his home, and did not plan to go to the company.
Zhou Chong always had a knack for coaxing people.
For two days, Shanqing Mountain was like a sweet and warm dreamland, where Zhou Chong could ruin all worries and doubts.
As the sun set, Zhou Chong held him in his arms and said, "Xiao Bao, will you come home with me?"
Shan Qingshan was slightly stiff.
I immediately thought of my mother's letter.
My phone vibrated; a text message had arrived.
Shan Mingli's information has arrived.
The sun had just set.
It got dark.
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It's so painful, it made me want to roll around on the floor.
One chapter left, around noon.
I need to take a break too.
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