Mo Yushen had already woken up and was watching Xi Jia.
Last night, he ate the dumplings she made. At midnight, she gave him a kiss.
The phone vibrated, and Mo Yushen quickly picked it up. He instinctively wanted to press the call button, but his thumb hesitated slightly. It was his father's number.
This number hasn't been displayed on the screen for several years.
The last time I spoke to my father on the phone was several years ago.
Later, he returned to the Mo family and only exchanged a few words with his father when they met during meetings; otherwise, they had virtually no communication.
On the first day of the new year, he didn't know the purpose of his father's phone call; it certainly wasn't a New Year's greeting.
Two seconds later, he pressed the button to disconnect.
Xi Jia is a light sleeper. She woke up when Mo Yushen picked up and put down his phone.
"Happy New Year, honey."
"Sleep a little longer."
Xi Jia asked him what time it was.
"It's almost 9:30."
Xi Jia sat up abruptly. She had to start work at eleven o'clock, and she didn't have much time to review her notes.
"Honey, you go to sleep, I'm running late." She jogged to the bathroom.
Mo Yushen also got up and went to the dressing room to get the clothes he was going to wear today. His down jacket was black, and Xi Jia's was white.
Same style. Matching couple outfits.
After starting work, he never wore a down jacket in winter; he always wore a trench coat.
But the crew was cold.
Before coming to the resort that day, he went to the mall to buy Xi Jia a New Year's outfit, and also bought one for himself, choosing the same style.
The sales assistant said that this is a classic style this year, with the most down filling, making it warm and cozy.
He bought Xi Jia another sweater dress, dark green.
Xi Jia quickly washed up and came out of the bathroom. Seeing the clothes on the sofa, she glanced at Mo Yushen and asked, "Did I buy this for you?"
"Don't flatter yourself." Mo Yushen handed her the sweater dress and told her to change.
Xi Jia asked incredulously, "You know how to go shopping?"
Mo Yushen: "No. I'll spend money."
Xi Jia laughed and squeezed his face hard with both hands. There was no time to make a fuss anymore. She quickly put on her dress, a very old-fashioned style, but it was warm.
Mo Yushen offered her a down jacket, but Xi Jia refused, saying it was too hot in the room and she didn't need to wear it.
"Let's give it a try." He wanted to see how it went.
When he bought it that day, he went through the image in his mind, thinking that this style would look good on her.
Xi Jia walked to the window and opened it a little to let in some fresh air.
Many people came out downstairs to build snowmen, and a few girls were having a snowball fight.
The window was open, and cheerful sounds drifted in.
The sound was clear and cheerful to Mo Yushen's ears. To Xi Jia, however, it was chaotic and distant.
Mo Yushen gave her the down jacket and closed the window slightly.
Xi Jia loves playing in the snow and skiing. She suddenly turned to Mo Yushen and asked, "Have we ever skied together?"
Mo Yushen shook his head. They had never gone out together.
That didn't mean she was with Mo Yushen. She had no recollection of the person who had skied with her, only a vague image. It might have been Ji Qingshi.
Xi Jia put on the longest down jacket, which reached her calves. She instantly felt warm and cozy, and the room was well-heated, making her sweat almost.
Mo Yushen: "Try it in the pocket."
Xi Jia put her hands in her pockets and felt something that looked like an envelope. She took it out and saw that it contained two red envelopes.
Mo Yushen: "The New Year's money. One was given to you by your grandparents, and the other was given to you by me." He also gave the one that his grandfather gave him to Xi Jia.
Xi Jia opened the two checks; the amount was exactly what she wanted. A 45-degree smile played on her lips as she quickly walked to the sofa and put them in her wallet.
Mo Yushen: "..."
He turned and looked at her helplessly.
He thought she would happily give him a hug.
Although her memory has deteriorated, there are two things she has never forgotten.
An obsession with money.
And the dimensions he used.
Xi Jia put down her wallet, quickly took out her notebook, and flipped to the last page, which contained her personal financial records, clearly showing how many cards she had.
Today, add the amount for two more checks.
Starting yesterday, she began receiving New Year's money, from her parents, as well as from her older brothers.
After finishing her accounting, Xi Jia flipped to the previous page to review yesterday's notes. It was very simple; she could finish reviewing them in just a few minutes.
Mo Yushen walked over, leaned against the edge of the table, and said casually, "It was so cold yesterday, but your handwriting was still pretty good."
Xi Jia glanced at the notebook and thought it was alright. It was just that the way the sentences were punctuated wasn't quite her style; perhaps it was because it was cold and her hands were too numb to handle, so she kept it brief and to the point. Some details were omitted where necessary.
Seeing that she had no suspicions, Mo Yushen felt relieved.
These few pages of notes were written for her last night after she fell asleep.
He practiced diligently for a long time, and his handwriting was now very similar to hers, enough to fool anyone. But there was one thing he did every day: he practiced every single day, and then tore it up afterward.
Xi Jia arrived at the studio ten minutes early, when almost everyone had already arrived.
On the first day of the new year, everyone except the actors changed into new clothes to have a good mood.
Teacher Shang was talking about how, when she was a child, the Lunar New Year was the most anticipated holiday for children. They could wear new cotton-padded jackets, unlike now, where people have more clothes than they can wear.
"Happy New Year, Sister Xi Jia."
Yu An wore a bright red down jacket, looking beautiful and festive. Her skin was fair; it was hard to tell whether the jacket suited her or she suited the jacket.
Very pleasing to the eye.
This dress was one of the gifts that Xi Yelan bought for Yu An.
Someone said, "Hey graphic designer, you and our Director Zhou are wearing matching outfits!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at Zhou Mingqian, and then at Xi Jia.
That's right, except for the color, they're from the same brand and are the same model.
This is a classic model that is the main focus of a luxury brand this year.
Often, what makes a design a classic is its uniqueness, making it instantly memorable. But sometimes, the visual impact of a classic is its bizarreness. In other words, it's ugly.
Xi Jia's stunning beauty perfectly complemented the aura of this outfit.
Zhou Mingqian looked away, fiddling with his lighter, and really wanted to take off his clothes. Who wanted to wear matching outfits with her?
Xi Jia also looked coldly at Zhou Mingqian; this guy was really annoying.
This situation is somewhat awkward.
Yu An eased the tension, saying, "These are clothes that only rich and good-looking people dare to wear."
Just then, Mo Yushen entered.
Everyone was even happier, and some couldn't help but laugh out loud.
This outfit is really popular this year.
Mo Yushen and Zhou Mingqian wore the same outfit. Exactly the same.
The two are about the same height, and if you don't look at their faces, you would think they are twins whose parents bought them the same new clothes for the New Year.
Chapter Forty-Five
The atmosphere was slightly awkward.
Neither the big boss nor the second-in-command of the production team dared to joke around.
Zhou Mingqian glanced at his watch and ordered them to get to work. He would treat the clothes as a one-time thing, and put them away after wearing them today.
Zhou Mingqian and Mo Yushen went out one after the other.
Xi Jia was called over by Yu An, "Sister Xi Jia, wait a moment."
Yu An filled a hot water bottle for Xi Jia. She had nothing to do when she returned to the hotel last night and was too excited to sleep, so she sewed a small cloth bag out of an old scarf.
This way, the hot water bottle can be hung in front of you, so you don't have to hold it in your hands anymore.
Xi Jia took off her coat and, just like when she was a child carrying a water bottle, put on a hot water bottle.
"How is it?" Yu An took a few steps back, and the effect of carrying it on his back was not bad.
Xi Jia thought it was fun and took two selfies. She then put on her coat and went to the filming location.
The scenes we filmed today all relate to the illegitimate daughter of Jiang Qin's father in the drama. The illegitimate daughter is played by that model.
Xi Jia didn't want Mo Yushen to watch these scenes, afraid it would offend him. She took out a new notebook and went to find Mo Yushen.
Mo Yushen and Zhou Mingqian were both by the monitor, wearing the same clothes, making them easy to confuse.
Xi Jia walked up to Mo Yushen and said, "Mr. Mo."
Mo Yushen stared at the monitor, but his attention wasn't on it. Occasionally, he would glance at Zhou Mingqian's clothes. It was their first time wearing matching outfits, and Zhou Mingqian had ruined it.
On the first day of the new year, my relationship was 'interfered'.
"Mr. Mo," Xi Jia called out again.