Mo Yushen turned his head to the side, "What is it?"
Xi Jia handed him the notebook, opened it to the first page, and read: "Honey, could you help me transcribe the recording? I need it this afternoon. Love, Se Se."
Sex?
Mo Yushen pointed to the last two words, "What does that mean?"
Xi Jia: "This is the pen name I used when I was in school to submit articles."
Mo Yu nodded deeply and took the notebook.
Xi Jia then pulled a voice recorder from her pocket and stuffed it directly into his pocket. "Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Mo." She gave him a small, flirtatious wink.
Anyone who didn't know better would think she was extremely happy.
Mo Yushen looked at the smile on her lips, his heart filled with mixed emotions. She was taking medication, suffering from an upset stomach, headache, and tinnitus. Yet she could still pretend to be so happy.
Mo Yushen walked away, found a quiet place to listen to the recording, and took notes.
Zhou Mingqian turned around to look for the coordinator, but his eyes met Xi Jia's.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her gaze was extremely unfriendly.
Zhou Mingqian looked away and ignored him.
Now, he doesn't know what reason to give for being dissatisfied with her.
Back at the hotel last night, he thought about it for half the night, but still couldn't figure out why she didn't recognize the photo of Grandpa Mo Yushen at Mr. Yue's house.
Are they pretending not to know each other?
That's unnecessary.
Because no one asked her if she recognized the person in the photo.
Perhaps screenwriters with science and engineering backgrounds have peculiar thought processes.
There's no silver buried here.
Zhou Mingqian snapped out of his thoughts and turned on the soda bottle. He hadn't had milk tea today; he'd brought water from his room, water that had just been taken from the refrigerator.
Cold water, to wake you up.
Xi Jia's phone rang; it was Wu Yang calling. She walked away to answer it.
The sun was shining today, but it was colder than yesterday, and the wind was quite strong.
Xi Jia found a spot in a previously built set to shelter from the wind; the wooden house was piled with snow, resembling a mushroom house.
"Yangyang, Happy New Year."
Wu Yang: "Are you outside?"
How did you know?
"The wind is howling." Wu Yang first offered New Year's greetings, chatted for a few minutes, and then got down to business.
The Shanghai leg of the tour was held at the end of May, and the event was a grand affair.
By then, filming for "The Rest of My Life" would have wrapped up, and there would be ample time for training. He hoped Xi Jia would participate in the competition. Regardless of the ranking, the goal was to find that feeling.
"Go ahead and join, I'll register you."
Xi Jia did not respond.
She wanted to participate too. But she knew her physical condition no longer allowed it. It wasn't just about ranking anymore; it was about the risk of falling off the horse.
"After filming wraps up, I'll go horseback riding at the horse farm and come visit you." If she can still ride horses then, and if she can still remember.
Wu Yang: "Remember to write my name once every day."
"Don't worry, I won't forget you."
Wu Yang wanted to ask Yu An how she was doing, but the words stuck in his throat. He knew Yu An would never forgive him. Those once uncertain feelings only found their place after they were lost.
It's too late.
"It's windy outside, go inside the studio."
"Um."
That's how you reel in the line.
There was a wooden stake nearby, and Xi Jia sat down. The wooden hut was drafty and not warm at all. She wrote down the agreement she had just made with Wu Yang.
She has been riding horses since she was a child. Her first article, submitted under the pen name "SeSe," was about winning an award in her first junior equestrian competition.
Equestrianism accompanied her throughout her youth, and she never imagined that she would lose it one day.
Xi Jia put away her notebook and slung her bag over her shoulder.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew outside, followed by a loud 'bang'.
Immediately following was a desperate, hoarse shout.
The film set fell completely silent.
Everyone froze for a few seconds. Then, someone ran towards the rubble shouting, "Xi Jia is inside the wooden house, trapped underneath!"
Zhou Mingqian's hand holding the megaphone trembled, and he threw it down and ran in that direction.
The props team arrived first; the wooden house was still intact and hadn't collapsed. Their worries were relieved.
The loud crash came from the steel plate on the other side, which fell down and smashed into the wooden house, knocking several planks off the side of the house.
Xi Jia is in the wooden house, so she shouldn't be injured.
The prop team had already moved the fallen planks aside. Xi Jia was covered in snow, including her head.
"Were you hit by anything?" the props team leader asked with concern.
Xi Jia nodded, then shook her head, still in a state of panic.
The props team leader glanced at the wooden house. There were no fallen planks inside. Xi Jia was probably startled by a layer of snow that suddenly fell from above.
Xi Jia helped the person next to her to her feet, her legs trembling.
She thought the house had collapsed.
Suddenly, everything went dark, and she couldn't see anything.
But the house clearly didn't collapse, and sunlight was streaming in, so it was so bright, how could it be dark?
That means there's something wrong with her eyes.
In that instant, she couldn't see anything.
Zhou Mingqian and Mo Yushen both ran over here. Thankfully, it was a false alarm.
Zhou Mingqian couldn't hold back and berated the props team leader, "What did I tell you that day! The wind and snow were heavy, so make sure the set was sturdy. Did you even hear me?!"
Everyone remained silent.
As they were talking, Zhou Mingqian and Mo Yushen arrived in front of the wooden house.
Xi Jia suddenly lost control of her emotions and ran towards Zhou Mingqian. Just as Zhou Mingqian was completely bewildered, Xi Jia threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.
"Why did you take so long to arrive?"
Feeling wronged and fearful.
It's like clinging to a piece of driftwood, refusing to let go.
Mo Yushen thought Xi Jia would hug him. But she didn't.
Zhou Mingqian was dumbfounded.
My whole body stiffened.
He quickly suppressed all the emotions that were about to surface.
The wind was strong and biting.
And that sharp gaze from the man surnamed Mo beside him was already tearing him to pieces from afar.
Zhou Mingqian tried to remove Xi Jia's hands, but they were so tightly clasped together that he couldn't pry them apart. Her shoulders trembled slightly, as if she were crying.
This woman is so dramatic. It's just a layer of snow, why is she acting so coy?
He strongly suspected that the woman was taking revenge on him.
She succeeded.
A casual "Why are you so late?" and an inseparable hug finished him off.
He can't clear his name even if he jumps into the Yellow River now.
He's wearing the same matching outfit again today. Mo Yushen will definitely think he and Xi Jia have some kind of improper relationship.
Of course, there's another possibility: he was wearing the same clothes as Mo Yushen today, and she was so startled that she mistook him for someone else.
Regardless of the reason, Mo Yushen already regarded him as a thorn in his side.
"Xi Jia, take a break, it's alright."
Xi Jia calmed down and became quiet at this moment.
Isn't that... Zhou Mingqian's voice?
It came from above her head.
The scent of this embrace... feels so unfamiliar.
Grass.
They hugged the wrong person.
Her little jealous son will probably soak himself in vinegar today.
The next second, Xi Jia pulled away from Zhou Mingqian's embrace, covered her face with her hands, and wiped away her tears.
She's pathetic; she just burst into tears.
If she couldn't see, she wouldn't be able to take notes or look at them anymore.
I was a little overwhelmed for a moment.
She quickly forced herself to calm down.