The horse farm is desolate in winter.
A previous heavy snowfall broke half of the reeds.
In the evening, Mo Yushen called Xi Jia and told her to go back to the city early so he could treat someone to dinner that night.
Xi Jia didn't recall having any mutual friends with him. "Who did you invite?"
Mo Yushen: "Cheng Weimo and Jiang Qin. I'll invite them. You can stay in the main hall."
Xi Jia: "?"
Mo Yushen: "You're bored at home alone, right here at Ji Qingshi Restaurant."
It turned out that he was worried she would have a hard time eating alone, so she agreed.
Xi Jia didn't go home; she went straight to Ji Qingshi's restaurant.
Mo Yushen arrived earlier than her and was waiting for her in the parking lot.
Xi Jia didn't have time to look at the notebook before asking Mo Yushen who Cheng Weiming and Jiang Qin were.
Mo Yushen: "My childhood friend. You should have the notebook by early November."
The restaurant was closed today.
Xi Jia looked at Mo Yushen, puzzled.
"Jiang Qin is a movie star."
No wonder.
"Then I'll ask for an autograph later."
Mo Yushen: "Once you've read the notes, you won't want them anymore."
Xi Jia looked at him thoughtfully; it seemed she and Jiang Qin had a story.
She didn't ask any more questions.
She sat down in her usual spot, eagerly opened her notebook, flipped to early November, and searched through several pages before finally finding the name Jiang Qin.
After reading it, Xi Jia raised her eyes and glanced at Mo Yushen indifferently, "You didn't have dinner with me that day, and you even made me angry."
Mo Yushen remained silent, sipping his coffee and looking at his phone.
A short while later, Xi Jia received a message on her phone; Mo Yushen had sent her another emoji of a little person hugging her.
Xi Jia: "We're so close, can't you just give me a hug? It's written in my notes that I didn't perform well in the competition that day, and when I asked you to hug me, you didn't move. I was the one who initiated it."
There was a moment of silence.
Mo Yushen wanted to stand up.
There were voices at the restaurant entrance.
Cheng Weiming and Jiang Qin arrived, and the waiter led them to a private room.
Xi Jia turned her head to the side, and that must be Jiang Qin. Apart from the four of them dining, the restaurant was not accepting anyone else today.
Jiang Qin looked over, her brows furrowed. Why was this troublemaker here too?
Xi Jia glanced at her sideways, then casually looked away.
Jiang Qin patted Cheng Weiming beside her, "You saw that, didn't you? She doesn't look like she's lost her memory at all. Don't glare at me too fiercely. She still remembers our grudges. I don't believe I'm so honored to be one of her selective choices!"
Cheng Weiming: "Alright, that's enough."
Jiang Qin rolled her eyes.
Cheng Weimo glanced at Xi Jia by the window; she seemed to have lost a lot of weight.
When the person arrived, Mo Yushen prepared to go over and told Xi Jia to wait for him there after she finished eating. He also told her that if she didn't mind seeing Jiang Qin, she could go to the private room with him.
Xi Jia waved her hand, "No, it will affect my appetite and cause indigestion."
She doesn't need to take any medicine; she had a good appetite tonight and ordered quite a few of her favorite foods.
Mo Yushen asked her for a notebook and a pen.
"What for?" Xi Jia said, but still found it for him.
Mo Yushen: "I don't talk much. They do most of the talking. When you're free, fill in the gaps in your notes for today. When you get home tonight, just write down the part about the horse farm."
Xi Jia instructed, "No perfunctory work allowed."
"Hmm." When writing about himself, he naturally wouldn't be perfunctory.
The group entered the private room and closed the door.
Jiang Qin hung up her trench coat and Cheng Weiming's jacket in the closet. Mo Yushen was about to put them in, but she stopped him and pointed to the other side.
Mo Yushen was too lazy to argue with her and walked to the other side.
Jiang Qin was in a good mood at first, but when she entered the room and saw Xi Jia, she immediately became furious.
She looked at Mo Yushen with a deep gaze, "What do you mean? A trap?"
Cheng Weimo poured her some tea, saying, "Say less."
Jiang Qin glared at him, signaling him to shut up.
Mo Yushen sat down. "Are you still angry? I gave you the horse. It's no worse than Xi Jia's."
Speaking of horses, yesterday she received a call from Wu Yang, who said he had specially bought one for her and that she could come and see it anytime.
Yesterday we gave away horses, today we're treating everyone to a meal.
Something unusual must be going on.
She has known Mo Yushen for over twenty years. Where did he get such a profound understanding? His enthusiasm is definitely not just a simple apology.
Jiang Qin crossed her arms. "Speak, what is it?"
Cheng Weiming had a rough idea, but he didn't say anything.
Mo Yushen took a few sips of tea. "The screenwriter for Mr. Yue's work should be Xi Jia."
Holy crap!
Jiang Qin couldn't control her mouth and blurted out some vulgarities.
After saying that, she herself was speechless. How could such an elegant woman like her use such vulgar language?
Jiang Qin coughed twice, "Excited."
Mo Yushen continued, "You'll be working together in the same production crew from now on. She has a bad memory, so please take care of her and make sure no one bullies her."
Jiang Qin: "?"
Did she hear that right? She's being asked to take care of that troublemaker?
She's clearly incredibly strong; in the entertainment industry, probably few can rival Xi Jia. Why is she acting all weak now?
Besides, why should she take care of Xi Jia? Who does Xi Jia think she is?
Cheng Weimo listened quietly, occasionally taking a sip of tea.
My thoughts drifted away.
Some sounds are distant, yet they pierce straight into your eardrums.
"Hello, I am Cheng Weimo."
"Hello Attorney Cheng, this is Xi Jia."
Mo Yushen: "Treat her the same way you treated me and Cheng Weimo before."
Jiang Qin gave a cold laugh.
Cheng Weimo snapped out of his reverie and continued drinking his tea.
Mo Yushen: "I'm not ordering you, I'm asking you for this favor."
Cheng Weimo was taken aback and looked at Mo Yushen.
Jiang Qin's mocking smile froze, and she blinked, thinking she had misheard.
Mo Yushen never asked anyone for help in his life. No, he did ask for help once. When he was a child, he asked his mother to take him with her, but she refused.
From then on, he knew that it was better to rely on himself than on others.
This was the first time in years that he had asked for a favor, and it was for Xi Jia.
Jiang Qin was shocked.
Mo Yushen flipped the notebook to the page from early November and held it up for Jiang Qin to see. "She only found out about the unpleasantness between you after seeing this. She even wanted to ask you for your autograph before."
Jiang Qin pursed her lips, not retaliating.
Mo Yushen closed the notebook. "She'll be taking more and more notes in the future, and she'll be meeting more people on set. She won't have time to write down everything that happened the day before, nor will she have time to review all her previous notes. There are a lot of women on set, and where there are a lot of women, there's bound to be gossip. No matter how careful she is, she'll still unintentionally offend someone. You should look after her."
Jiang Qin's attitude was not as firm as before. "It depends on my mood."
Mo Yushen knew that Jiang Qin had a duck's beak, so let's leave this topic at that.
Cheng Weimo changed the subject at the right time and chatted with Jiang Qin about some interesting things that happened to their friends.
Mo Yushen didn't care about these things; whenever they chatted, he basically just listened without saying a word.
The food hasn't arrived yet.
As they chatted, Mo Yushen began taking notes.
When he wrote his name, the font size was very large, almost five or six times larger than the three characters "Zhou Mingqian".
Chapter Twenty-Seven
On New Year's Day at noon, Mo Yushen and Xi Jia went back to their old house for lunch.
On the way, Xi Jia started doing her homework, taking out her notebook.
Mo Yushen closed the notebook and put it in her bag. "No need to look at it." She spends several hours on the notebook every day, and he feels tired for her.
Xi Jia: "I have no memory of my grandparents at all."