It gets dark very quickly in autumn and winter, like a black curtain quickly covering the sky.
Outside the film and television city, more than a dozen artists' cars and those of the program crew were crowded together, and people walked through the gaps. The street lights illuminated those heads, and some people were shouting to move things, and some were admonishing fans with kind words.
The noise never stopped.
Because it was dark, it was difficult to tell who was who among the busy staff. Zhong Jiuyin asked around for a while before he found the screenwriter and planner.
She handed the other person a bottle of water and asked about the game with a smile.
The planner and screenwriter thought she was interested in stories about parallel time and space, and enthusiastically recommended several similar movies to her.
There are quite a few, there were similar works twenty years ago.
Zhong Jiuyin recorded it carefully and asked casually: "Is it just inspired by film and television works? I think the game is quite real, and I am still thinking about whether this kind of situation really exists in the world."
The screenwriter smiled and said: "From a realistic point of view, parallel time and space is still possible, how can time travel and rebirth be possible? But... who knows, the world is so big and full of wonders, and there were reports in the past that some people were reincarnated as babies with their memories.
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She asked again: "How did you come up with the plot that the time-travelling sound, the reborn sound and the amnesia sound are the same person, but they just have memory problems? It's amazing. Is it true that someone who loses their memory thinks they have traveled through time?"
The screenwriter was very happy to chat with her about these fascinating topics: "There are so many problems that can happen to the brain, even amnesia is a simple one. This is what I like to use most in movies and TV shows. It's not like I think I can travel through time or something."
Impossible, hey, the movie "Memory Reappearance" I just recommended to you has a very interesting line - "
"Everything you experience later changes your memory of something in the past, changing it from original and real to incomplete and false."
"In turn, incomplete, false memories may become real under the bias of your brain."
It can be seen that the editor is a lover of this knowledge. The more he talks, the more excited he becomes and he talks endlessly.
But Zhong Jiuyin became more and more distracted as he listened.
At this time, someone from behind the crowd called her.
It was the second person who came to tell her that the program team had organized a breakup dinner for everyone, so she had to go back to the hotel to clean up now.
His thoughts were pulled out of the secret and returned to reality. Zhong Jiuyin said goodbye to the screenwriter and followed the two of them out of the crowd with their hands folded.
The cars of the five artists were parked together. Their respective teams were busy communicating and there were many people. When she walked out, she saw several people turning around.
Yan Cheng and Sister Xu were originally listening to the director speak, and he tilted his head to look at her with awareness.
She stood in the wind, her long hair on her shoulders fluttering gently, probably blowing into her face. She squinted her eyes and turned her head to let the wind blow away the two strands of hair.
The black clothes fit her perfectly, and were not dull or bulky at all. She put her hands in her pockets and took a deep breath to stretch her shoulders. She looked tall and energetic.
Then her eyes were fixed on him precisely.
Yan Cheng felt as if he was being stabbed by the light of a street lamp. He closed his eyelids and rolled his eyes. After he got used to it, he couldn't help but look at her again.
She didn't come over. There was no obvious light in the place where she stood, and her body seemed to be half swallowed by the night. The wind kept whistling, and she was too thin, giving people the illusion that she would disappear in the night wind at any time.
"Yan Cheng?" Sister Xu called him, gesturing to the side with her eyes.
The director is still there, staring at everyone too fascinated.
Yan Cheng paused, looked away, and continued the topic discussed just now without changing his expression.
The director understood very well and didn't say much more. He once again informed several artists about the dinner party they were going to have.
“The restaurant is right next to the hotel, so there’s no rush. You don’t have to rush.”
Zhong Jiuyin listened, lowered his head and hid his chin in the collar of his coat, took a breath of hot air, and then walked slowly to his car.
Qian Yu was waiting for her there.
The last issue was very important, and the managers of the five artists accompanied the whole process. He sat in the car and carefully observed all the small details that he usually didn't pay attention to.
"Yan Cheng has been staring at you, tsk tsk."
Zhong Jiuyin bent down and got into the car, and said casually: "Everyone has a love for beauty, and we can understand it."
Qian Yu: "..."
Sure enough, the only thing that can defeat ambiguous topics is heartlessness.
After being speechless, Qian Yu was about to say something more serious, but she heard Zhong Jiuyin's cell phone ding. Then she made a "wait a minute" gesture and lowered her head to read the message carefully.
Qian Yu had no choice but to stop and ask the driver to follow Yan Cheng's car in front and drive to the hotel.
The message was from Yan Cheng.
【Should I come find you when I return to the hotel? I want to talk to you.】
Zhong Jiuyin happened to want to talk to him, so she replied: [Okay.]
Yan Cheng sent another message: [Remember to take medicine, there are two medicines to be taken before meals.]
Not to mention she forgot about it, asked Erkou for the medicine bag, picked out two tablets and swallowed them with water.
Then he replied: [Eat.]
Qian Yu saw that she took medicine after reading the news, and asked subtly: "Yan Cheng? Did he remind you to take medicine?"
"right."
"...Why does it feel weird?"
Common sense told him that the real scenario might be that the boyfriend intimately reminded his girlfriend to "take medicine and the disease will be cured." However, his mind, which has been bombarded by the Internet, always went astray, thinking of the vicious husband in movies and TV dramas who coldly and ruthlessly told his wife, "Yes."
"Take more medicine when you are sick" scene.
It just fits Yan Cheng's reaction to Zhong Jiuyin...
"Brother Qian, help me watch when others will leave the hotel for the restaurant later."
Qian Yu: "What are you going to do?"
"I have something to say with Yan Cheng."
Qian Yu: "...Can't wait so much? Can't we talk after dinner? The night is long, and I have half a day for you to chat casually."
Zhong Jiuyin turned off the screen and said, "That's true, I can't wait."
If the secret is not made clear, the meal will not be good.
Qian Yu didn't know the truth, and just wanted to express his disgust at their increasingly arrogant behavior.
When they arrived at the hotel, Zhong Jiuyin gave Yan Cheng the room number in the elevator, then went into the room and waited.
She had never thought about a showdown before this.
The reason why a secret is a secret is that it is not known to outsiders. Her past experience tells her that she cannot trust anyone but herself. Once the secret is exposed, her death is not far away.
But what if this secret is no secret at all? What if what she thinks is a secret is simply false?
She began to doubt herself, and she needed to answer her questions from someone else's perspective.
It's just that secrets are like rice under a plastic film. As long as you open a corner and let the rain blow in, you have to be prepared to go on the opposite path to the original ending - entangled with him, getting entangled deeper and deeper as it takes root and sprouts.
"Knock knock--" There was a knock on the door. She came back to her senses, exhaled and blew the short hair on her forehead, and opened the door.
Yan Cheng came with a bottle and handed it to her as soon as he entered the door.
"Light salt water. You exercise too much, drink some first."
Zhong Jiuyin glanced at him, took a small sip, wrinkled his face and stuck out his tongue.
"Yue, it tastes so bad."
A smile appeared in Yan Cheng's eyes, he drank it, then lowered his head and kissed her.