Chapter 8, Bathed in Wind and Rain

Mother's expression was not good, she simply said: "No need for you to see me off. Xiao Rui."

Director Liang has known him for many years, and their relationship is different

I brought my best script and waited downstairs at the hotel where she was staying for four or five days, and finally met her. After much effort to strike up a conversation and explain my intentions, she completely ignored my script, just stared at me for three minutes, and finally said one sentence

Ah, good

I am afraid that after my mother wakes up, she might have to return to the set again

I discerned her predicament

Regarding what vegetables to buy and what to prepare for dinner, I do not have a definite idea; just as I was about to seek his opinion, Gu Chijun had already picked up a bag of tomatoes, lowering his head to check the expiration date and production time, leaving me only with a profile view.

The embrace tightened, and the warmth of humid breath could be felt on the cheeks

I looked at the celebrity beside me in astonishment. Indeed, we had not had dinner, but going to his house... It seemed somewhat off, and my intuition urged me to refuse, but he interrupted my words.

The car came to a sudden stop beside me with a "whoosh," halting a few meters in front of me. The wind it generated made the lily flowers in my hand tremble several times. I nervously turned my head and saw several sharply dressed men stepping out of the car. The one at the center of the group was not young, appearing to be in his fifties, with slightly graying temples, a solemn expression, and an imposing demeanor.

My internal organs froze instantly, holding my phone, I couldn't utter a single word.

He smiled slightly, "So you agreed to go to my house?"

It turns out that the car crashed into the wall, and the damage at the rear of the vehicle is quite evident, with a significant dent and a large patch of paint missing. I sighed and thought to myself, he truly cannot be praised; his driving skills are completely untrustworthy.

"Am I at a disadvantage? ... I don't think so," I said, "I am not picky about food."

No, I pursed my lips and did not look at him, slightly turning my body to the side. I will go down to see how the car is doing

What next

It was only after leaving the hospital that I realized Gu Chijun's car was parked on the tree-lined avenue outside the hospital entrance. He explained that Sun Ying had driven the car here, but when I glanced inside the car, there was no sign of anyone, let alone Sun Ying.

A topic that I would never normally discuss, I now have the courage to speak about. I gaze into the distance, unable to see his face, and hear him respond to me in a subtle tone, "Do you really want to know?"

I know so many directors and actors, but I believe that only your mother was born for the cinema

Then I went to act

My mother, when she gets angry, is like an empress wielding the power of life and death, showing no mercy to anyone. I have witnessed her reprimanding Qin Ziqing, even throwing the script, saying that she has no life experience at all, that she cannot even express the emotions of sorrow without injury, and that she should just go back to being a housewife instead of pretending to be an actress. At that moment, everyone was so frightened that they held their breath, and in the end, it was Gu Chijun who managed to calm my mother down, going to have a long talk with her.

I saw in the entertainment news that it was my mother who found you on the road

I saw Gu Chijun standing on the periphery, furrowing his brow as he spoke quietly with the producer and the assistant director, his voice kept very low, occasionally gesturing with his hands; meanwhile, Ji Xiaorui was nervously pacing in circles while clutching her phone, muttering, "Mr. Lin actually arrived so quickly, I thought he was still abroad. What if he runs into Xiao Zhen?" Zhang Shiyu gently patted her shoulder, his intention to comfort her very evident

So this means he is the big boss of everyone here, quite an impressive figure. I glanced at Ji Xiaorui and turned to Gu Chijun, asking, "Should I go thank him?"

I parked the car steadily in the parking lot and was about to unbuckle my seatbelt to get out of the car

She was silent for a moment, nodded, and allowed me to comb her hair. My mother's hair is usually tied up in a bun at the back of her head, but when it was let down, I realized that her hair was not short at all; it curled down to her waist. The quality of her hair is actually quite good, although it is mixed with several strands of white hair

She let out a sigh of relief and lowered her voice, "Director Liang is very thoughtful. Standing from a mother's perspective, she naturally considers various factors, but she forgets that you are merely a girl in your early twenties." She paused for a moment, "Moreover, Mr. Gu is not the kind of person who casually shows kindness to others; you can trust him."

Gu Chijun also got out from the other side of the car, lowered his eyelids to examine the scratches on the vehicle, then looked up at me, his brow furrowed, his expression very serious, as if he were contemplating how he had caused the accident.

"No, no," I repeatedly waved my hands. "Look, there are quite a few cars in this parking lot, and there must be a lot of people inside. If you go in, aren't you afraid of being recognized?"

I laughed heartily and asked Shen Qinyan, who was closest to me, "When will your play be released?"

Let us walk together

Although I had been speculating about this for some time, I was still slightly shocked upon learning the truth. I felt a bit bewildered, somewhat anxious, and a little taken aback, experiencing an unusually complex array of emotions that my mind struggled to process, resulting in a slight pain in my temples

The members of the crew expressed their condolences to me, and I learned about the situation at that time from them

Gu Chijun signaled to others and quietly instructed his assistant for a moment before leading me upstairs. We had reached the top floor of the hospital, where the winter sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the exceptionally spacious rooftop. The traces of airplane landings on the ground were particularly distinct, accompanied by the fresh scent of swirling air currents.

They entered the lobby and took the elevator like a gust of wind. I approached the front desk to inquire about my mother's room number and then went upstairs

I crouched down to watch her tidy up and gently asked if the items were for my mother to use during this time. She nodded and replied in the same soft tone that my mother would need to stay in the hospital for at least three more days, and that she was very particular about her living conditions, only accustomed to using her own belongings

His response was to directly open the car door and get out. I had never thought that Gu Chijun would be such a willful person. I was taken aback and had no choice but to quickly pull off the car keys and rush out. He was already not walking fast, and I estimated he was waiting for me. When he finally glanced back at me, his expression was vague and inscrutable.

What matters is my mother. I'm not a fool; regarding my identity, she doesn't shy away from anyone, yet she deliberately avoids that man. I said, "If you can't even see this, then all these years of eating have been in vain. However, I don't intend to meddle; my mother can be with whoever she wants, and she doesn't need my approval to do so"

I took a deep breath, closed my five fingers together, and slowly withdrew my hand from his palm, the warmth instantly dissipating; he glanced at me, and I pointed to the nearby cart, swiftly grabbing one.

Xiao Rui's voice was very soft, yet my face grew warm. I scolded myself for being useless, even though I knew that her word "like" was not the same as what I had imagined.

Gu Chijun turned around and saw me, immediately halting his conversation with the producer and beckoning me over

He paused in silence, and I, filled with curiosity, tugged at his sleeve

As a short play, this production is relatively brief, but for a small theater troupe of about a dozen people, it is already quite outstanding. I am not someone with much theatrical insight, so I cannot offer profound observations on this play; I can only express a simple evaluation—performances that can move me are good performances. As for other aspects, such as inadequate scenes, poor props, some actors not memorizing their lines well and stumbling over them, and the volume being too low, these are secondary issues

I just wasn't paying attention, and I don't know how it ended up like this. Fortunately, the person is mostly fine. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Get in the car. I promise I won't make this kind of mistake again."

Just as I spoke a word, Gu Chijun clasped my shoulders with both hands and turned me to face him, urgently asking, "Xiao Zhen, is there something wrong?" His breath and urgency were right in front of me, and I momentarily lost my focus.

This supermarket is not large, but it has a wide variety of fruits and vegetables. The number of customers is not as many as I had imagined; most of them are office workers who have just finished their shifts. They appear hurried, quickly grabbing items and tossing them into their carts. For a moment, no one pays any attention to me and Gu Chijun. Thus, my earlier concerns seem entirely unnecessary.

I took out my phone to check, and I didn't know when it had run out of battery

He nodded as a matter of course, "Of course I will go with you"

Several people exchanged glances, and Gu Chijun said: "Wait a moment, there is someone inside."

Ji Xiaorui quickly replied to me, "Mr. Gu carried you down."

"It cannot be said that it will be publicly screened," Shen Qinyan said, "I plan to do it during the few days of the New Year, when everyone is on holiday and has free time"

My mother has navigated the film industry for many years, and her current status is that of an absolute beauty, naturally possessing her own network of connections. It is evident to even the most naive that Mr. Lin shares an extraordinary relationship with my mother, one that goes beyond the mere connection of a film company owner and a director. My identity is rather ambiguous, indeed. If she had the inclination, my mother could have introduced us countless times over the past few months, yet she has not done so. My understanding of her is limited to Liang Wanting in her professional capacity; as for her private life, it remains an elusive mystery. If she had the inclination, my mother could have introduced us countless times over the past few months, yet she has not done so. My understanding of her is limited to Liang Wanting in her professional capacity; as for her private life, it remains an elusive mystery.

This sentence entered my ears word for word, lingering in my mind for a long time, being carefully digested. I firmly believe in his judgment; since he has said so, the facts must be as such

He raised an eyebrow and glanced at me

In this theater, apart from the staff, I was the only audience member, and I immediately applauded enthusiastically, "Very good"

Aether Hospital is a private hospital in the city that I had never heard of before. I rushed out of the small theater and took a taxi directly there, and the numbers on the meter made my eyelids twitch.

They were probably still immersed in the play and had not yet come to their senses. Only after hearing my applause did they look around, gasping for breath, and slowly began to smile

The three characters "not a big deal" are truly wonderful, I let out a long sigh, and my heart gradually returned to its place. This breath had been held since I was in the small theater, and now I can finally exhale, "That's good, can I go in and see her?"

I just remembered the topic we were discussing earlier, going to his house for a meal, which must be a dream for countless fans. With the steering wheel gripped in my hands, it seemed I had no choice but to go. I smiled with determination, "Alright."

There is no need to call me Sister Xiaorui, I will take care of it

The mother on the hospital bed has a complexion as pale as wax paper, and is currently in a deep sleep, with a needle inserted into her arm

Then did you find my mother

My mother slightly opened her eyes, her complexion still very pale, but her lips were quite dry. I supported her shoulder with one hand and cradled her head with the other, gently feeding her a sip of water. Ji Xiaorui called the doctor and then went out to the corridor to make a phone call, probably to notify others

Now is not the time to voice opinions, but you will suffer the consequences. You can only proceed according to my preferences

I moved slowly, and the distance from the gate to the hospital building was only about one or two hundred meters. I walked with great difficulty, my legs trembling incessantly, forcing myself to think of various things, such as the recent weather and the dialectical issue of falling ill— the temperature dropped too quickly, and illnesses followed one after another.

Ha, like this, I said, So that's how it is...

I greeted them

I opened the left car door, restarted the engine, and called Gu Chijun to get in. He initially had some doubts, but my skillful movements surprised him, and he changed to a look of keen interest. He sat in the position I had just occupied and moved the bag I had placed in the passenger seat to the back row.

I and Ji Xiaorui both pounced towards the bed at the same time. She woke up two hours earlier than the doctor's expected time.

He's not new to being a movie star, so why did they only just realize it now? I didn't say anything, I just suddenly wanted to reach out and hold his hand - I had this thought, and I actually did it. When I realized what I had done, my face suddenly became hot. In the instant before touching his fingertips, I changed direction and tugged at his clothes instead.

I was momentarily stunned before realizing that the man I had just seen standing at my mother's bedside was the big boss of the film company

A movement on the bed.

Gu Chijun leaned against the back seat, listening to my story

Ji Xiaorui looked at us, responded with a word, and somewhat disinterestedly reached for her phone

As I walked and pondered, the building loomed closer, and I increasingly felt as though my legs were filled with lead, unbearably heavy, when I was startled by a car that suddenly sped by.

It is not entirely so, Gu Chijun glanced at me and said, "I initially did not want to become an actor."

I have always slept very well and usually do not dream, but that day was different; I found myself confused and dreaming many dreams. The hospital, the smell of medicine, and my father's haggard face came rushing in; I felt anxious and lost, and it was as if the world was cold and freezing. Then someone embraced me; the person's arms resembled my father's but seemed stronger than his. In the dream, I could not distinguish clearly, but I felt an overwhelming warmth, like a heater, and I could not help but snuggle closer to him. The hospital, the smell of medicine, and my father's haggard face came rushing in; I felt anxious and lost, and it was as if the world was cold and freezing. Then someone embraced me; the person's arms resembled my father's but seemed stronger than his. In the dream, I could not distinguish clearly, but I felt an overwhelming warmth, like a heater, and I could not help but snuggle closer to him.

I understand perfectly

I do not like hospitals. Due to my father's illness, there was a time when I felt nauseated at the smell of hydrogen peroxide and trembled at the sight of a white coat. Fortunately, Aiser Hospital does not have the smell of disinfectant; it resembles a comfortable resort.

It is indeed easy to raise

I smiled silently. With his appearance, it is indeed easy to gain the affection of the opposite sex

Gu Chijun immediately said: "The doctor examined Liang Dao half an hour ago, and there is no major issue. However, fatigue has caused him to faint, and he should wake up in a few hours."

She wanted to sit up, but her body was weak, and she could only lean against the bed. Her eyes were slightly closed as she wearily asked Ji Xiaorui to fetch water for her to wash her face and hands, and to comb her hair. She was a person who valued cleanliness and beauty, quite different from other scruffy male directors, always strict with herself regarding her appearance.

The idea is indeed excellent. If it is scheduled for the New Year, there is only one month left, and there is still time for all the preparatory work. This performance has great potential for improvement.

I nodded, which was considered a greeting. She opened the suitcase and took out items one by one. I saw a laptop, some clothes, cosmetics, and several other things.

Gu Chijun supported his forehead and chuckled softly, the corners of his mouth curving into a gentle arc, making his smile carry a hint of humor. I was left dumbfounded. Soon after, I heard his light voice, laced with laughter.

The posture of selecting vegetables is quite skilled, as if she has been a housewife for several years

"No trouble at all, Sister Xiaorui," as soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly became a bit stiff. I sighed inwardly and quickly clarified my stance, "Mom, I will leave with Mr. Gu first, it's nothing."

A man and a woman standing at the entrance of the supermarket is truly inappropriate. He lowered his head, smiled faintly, his gaze sweeping over my brows and eyes, his arm reaching out to grasp my wrist, and then he took my hand. His palm was warmer and drier than I had imagined. When playing tennis with him, I had carefully observed his hands; his fingers were long and strong—just as he had done in countless movies—holding hands with me, growing old together, as if bound by some kind of covenant

Good

I buried my face in my palms, my heart in a tumult of emotions. The ward was too quiet, and I could almost hear the door being gently pushed open as Ji Xiaorui entered, carefully carrying a suitcase in one hand.

You really are like my agent, but Zhan Shiyu would never interfere with me to this extent, Gu Chijun's face didn't look too good, but his voice was still relatively gentle, "I never thought I would be so well-known, I can't even go to a small supermarket."

After getting in the car, Gu Chijun asked me, "Would you like to come to my house for dinner?"

Our eyes met, and she mouthed to me: "Are you awake?"

It is truly not easy; if she were married, she probably wouldn't have to endure such hardships. Not to mention anything else, that Mr. Lin I just saw should still have a fondness for my mother.

Indeed, going out with my father for field studies, driving is a fundamental means of survival. When we are abroad, we rent a car and hire a local guide, while in our own country, we drive ourselves, carrying a lot of instruments and tools. Each trip is to a very distant place, taking several days. It is too tiring for my father to do it alone. In his younger years, he could manage, but as he aged, I learned to drive and we took turns behind the wheel.

That kind of appeal is like an invisible guide, controlling everyone.

After being said by him like this, I felt a bit embarrassed and could only say, "Well, what if."

Do you mind

I, Xu Zhen, am not lacking in appearance or ability. Those girls who are far inferior to me have all found boyfriends, enjoying the experience of youthful love time and again. Yet here I am, having reached this age without ever having been in a relationship, with boyfriends remaining an elusive concept. It feels like such a failure in life

I looked at her in confusion, "Are you encouraging me to get closer to him? Aren't you afraid my mother will find out and get angry? She is quite outspoken in her opposition to my interactions with people from the entertainment industry"

Gu Chijun stretched out his arms and leaned against the long bench. We sat side by side, less than a finger's distance apart. He was wearing a gray overcoat, unbuttoned, with the lapels slightly open, revealing a fitted brown wool sweater underneath

It is not a big deal, the director is ill, we can take the opportunity to have a break

I once again witnessed my mother's capabilities. This ability is entirely unrelated to whether she is holding the guiding tube. When she holds the guiding tube, anything can be summoned at will, even unreasonable requests are swiftly fulfilled. At this moment, lying in the hospital, everyone she wished to see appeared at her bedside within an hour

It's just like a novel, this is called losing the mulberry and gaining the elm.

During this process, Mr. Lin called again, saying he would come to see my mother shortly, thus the hospital was no longer a place where I would linger. I subtly expressed my intention to return to school, while Gu Chijun bent down to pick up the coat from the sofa.

On the rooftop, there is a beautiful flower bed and a long bench. I leaned against the bench and sat down, covering my eyes with my hand. My mood is somewhat complicated, and I find myself drifting off to think about various matters, finally exhaling a breath after a while

He still thinks that I am a child who has never been exposed to society, with a heart as transparent as glass crystal, easily hurt and revealing a wounded and devastated appearance at the slightest provocation. How could that be possible? If that were the case, I would have collapsed back in high school, or even earlier, when I was defeated by the hardships of outdoor life

At first, my mother's gaze was somewhat unfocused; after glancing at me, her vision gradually sharpened, and her awareness returned

Gu Chijun was about to speak when the sound of hurried footsteps approached from behind us; it was Zhang Shiyu coming upstairs. He first greeted me, then leaned down and whispered something to Gu Chijun. After listening quietly, Gu Chijun stood up and, with a look of regret, said to me, "Xiao Zhen, I have something to attend to, I will be back in a quarter of an hour." The two of them then went downstairs together

Mr. Gu, where is your home? Please remember to give directions

Everyone was taken aback by my words. Gu Chijun stared at me in silence; Ji Xiaorui clearly breathed a sigh of relief and spoke ambiguously, "I didn't expect this either... Director Liang never mentioned how to handle such a situation... I think it doesn't matter, right? We all know you are Director Liang's daughter. Mr. Lin must know as well. Uh, but, but—"

I asked him, "Aren't you worried about being so idle?"

Knowing that my question might be somewhat redundant, I still voiced it in a teasing tone: "Is it longer than knowing you?"

Once Mother woke up, she threw herself back into her film career. No matter what, she wanted to be discharged from the hospital, and both Ji Xiaorui and I tried in vain to persuade her. Finally, Ji Xiaorui, with a stern expression, said, "Mr. Lin has already communicated with the hospital and absolutely forbids your discharge." Only then did she darken her face and abandon that thought

If he were to get into an accident while driving, it would surely make the headlines, and I certainly do not intend to enjoy such treatment

Gu Chijun slightly squinted his eyes, a layer of shadow covering his eyelids

I nodded slightly, leaving the ward and walking a bit further away. Gu Chijun followed, seemingly assessing my expression.

I was hitting walls on all sides, feeling quite desperate, and even the thought of raising money myself to make a film crossed my mind. At that time, your mother was also gaining fame; one of her films had just won the Golden Award at the Sangdao Film Festival, making her the first female director to receive this award in twenty years. Gu Chijun said, 'In times of economic crisis, discussing films is indeed a luxury. If she were the director, securing investment would certainly not be a problem. I thought of going to find her; I figured that women might be easier to talk to.'

I stood at the observation window and glanced into the ward, feeling a slight surprise

I quietly let out a sigh of relief

After getting off the car, I noticed a flower shop by the roadside. A thought crossed my mind, and I ran over to buy a bouquet of fresh flowers, the price equally exorbitant.

I leaned against the back of the chair and took a nap

As soon as I expressed these words of praise, everyone present burst into laughter. Everyone then sat down in the living room, some wiping their sweat and others drinking water

He did not shift his gaze and changed to another bag of tomatoes: "Xiao Zhen, what do you want to eat for dinner?"

The film crew does not have any holidays. My mother, as a strict director, never takes a break. If she does not rest, neither will the staff or the actors. Moreover, this film must be completed before February in order to be released during next summer's schedule, which is why my mother is working so hard that she has exhausted herself.

Ji Xiaorui held my hand, her face filled with guilt and pain, "I know Director Liang is not in good health, and she has a stomach illness. She has been working too hard during this period, and there are many other things that are troubling her."

My mother is in a single patient room on the fifth floor. The floor is not high, so I did not take the elevator. Looking up from the spiral staircase, I saw six or seven people standing outside the patient room, all of whom I recognized as members of the production team. They were chatting in small groups or on their phones, and their faces did not look good

Upon realizing this layer, my face suddenly stiffened

This hospital room is fully equipped, everything is new. I went to the bathroom to get hot water, washed a new towel, and gently wiped her face, forehead, neck, and hands. She has a kind of haggard beauty when she is barefaced. I was very meticulous in my actions, and then I supported her and handed her warm water to rinse her mouth.

I carefully straightened her hair

Gu Chijun lowered his head to look at me, and I foolishly looked back at him.

The sky has darkened, and the outside world has lost its brilliance, as if it has withered. My mother, originally weary and leaning against the bed, still cast a sharp gaze towards us.

What?

I let out a soft "Eh," looking at him with keen interest. Perhaps my expression was too eager and too inquisitive, causing Gu Chijun's gaze to linger on my face as he smiled slightly.

The ward was filled with a solemn atmosphere. The several impeccably dressed men I had just encountered downstairs were actually in my mother's hospital room. A man in his fifties stood at the bedside, looking down at my mother who lay in bed, gently caressing her cheek with his hand. His hair covered his eyes, preventing me from seeing his face or discerning his expression; I could only see the taut corners of his lips.

The car turned onto the main road, and one by one, the streetlights along the long street lit up, instantly illuminating half of the sky. The entire city transformed into a gigantic Christmas tree, or perhaps a brilliant and sparkling gem

As soon as this thought flashed through my mind, I heard a loud "bang," and my body was suddenly jolted back and forth, as a tremendous force pressed me against the back of the seat. My first reaction was that the car had collided with something, and I hurriedly turned to look. Sure enough, I saw the rear of the car forcefully pressed against the wall behind, as if it were reluctant to leave the hospital.

Looking up, I was greatly surprised to see Gu Chijun reaching out to pull the door, "Are you getting off?"

During high school, it goes without saying that Lin Jinxiu's reputation overshadowed the entire school, and even after his graduation, it remained. I had no subjective desire or intention to engage in a romantic relationship; Lin Jinxiu continued to excel during his university years, dominating in our college. Occasionally, there were boys from other schools or colleges who expressed their feelings for me, only to be warned by classmates the next moment, saying things like, "He is already taken, that's Senior Lin, you know?" Such remarks left me feeling quite frustrated

Only the time, place, and people; none of them are correct

I sat on the stairs, pondering for ten minutes, yet I still went upstairs holding the flowers

The fabric of this garment is truly excellent, very soft

Gu Chijun rubbed his chin with his finger and smiled knowingly, "Is it because of the years spent following your father?"

When Dad was sick, I was the one who took care of him, I said softly, Mom, if you feel unwell, just let me know

Gu Chijun only does without checking, nodding to my mother, "Director Liang, I will take Xiaozhen back to school"

I am quite adept at finding joy in solitude. With Gu Chijun gone, I sit alone on the bench, gazing at the sky. The sunlight is truly warm, almost uncharacteristic of winter. Today is the first Saturday afternoon in several months without a part-time job. My mind is at ease, and fatigue washes over me like the rising tide of the sea.

No need

However, this does not mean that she intends to calmly and carelessly recuperate. From the day a film is in preparation, it begins to fall into an endless pit of expenditure. A single day of delay in filming equates to a loss of hundreds of thousands or even millions.

What is it

"I originally hoped to pursue screenwriting," Gu Chijun's voice was low and deep, the familiar baritone resonating softly in my ears. "When I was in university, I wrote quite a few scripts and really wanted to find someone to invest in turning them into films, but it was very difficult. At that time, the whole world was in the midst of an economic crisis, and every boss was anxious and at a loss for what to do."

That is possible. Director Liang has always been one to remain on the front lines despite minor injuries

About ten years or so

Others managed to persuade my mother, and she finally calmed down. Just as she was about to discuss the play with Qin Ziqing again, she suddenly fainted and lost consciousness. There was a doctor in the production team who immediately provided emergency treatment. At that time, Hailun was at sea, and a friend of my mother arranged for a private plane to take her to this hospital

The car soon arrived near his home, which is located in a very secluded area. The garden is beautifully landscaped, and nearby there are either pet shops or upscale restaurants and luxury boutiques. Under Gu Chijun's guidance, I took a long detour and found a relatively large supermarket two streets away.

She said, I have no interest in your script at all, but my new film needs a young person

She turned around with a "swish" to look at the hospital bed, where my mother was still in a deep sleep

He is ?

"My mother—" I said slowly

I vividly recall the first time I met my mother; Gu Chijun came to find her holding the revised script. He said he had only slept for two hours that night, spending most of the time revising the script

A few days ago, they concluded their filming on the cruise ship and moved into the studio. At that time, they were shooting a crucial outdoor scene, entirely using aerial shots, which posed a significant challenge and had high environmental requirements. Now that it is winter, the weather is far from as comfortable as it was a few months ago, and they have had multiple takes that did not succeed. My mother lost her temper with the lead actress, Qin Ziqing.

I turned my head back while speaking, "Gu---"

Mr. Gu is quite nice to you Her expression and tone also became subtle

I am doing well ... ... '' I almost stuttered, `` Mr. Gu, you decide ... ... ''

Even the dreams are so logical, which shows that the brain is still operating at high speed without rest. Therefore, when I wake up, the fatigue has not alleviated, and I have an unusual headache

I looked at the rearview mirror and began to steer the wheel, "Don't worry, I was driving at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and I got my driver's license at sixteen. I can drive an off-road vehicle like the wind, let alone this one."

Gu Chijun turned his head to look at me, "Did it hurt your self-esteem?"

Yes, I said, "Mom, you fainted. Sister Xiaorui asked me to come over."

There is none. I find it both amusing and absurd, "How could I be that fragile?"

She opened her eyes and glanced at me, without saying whether I had taken good care of her or not

I hesitated for a moment and asked her, "How... how did I come down from the rooftop?"

As Da Guo watched the DV in his hand, he did not forget to pat my shoulder, almost knocking me to the ground, "Little girl has good taste!"

Producer Uncle Sun straightforwardly said, "Xu Zhen, you can take a temporary break."

Taxis cannot enter the hospital gate at all, yet this vehicle can go directly to the ground floor

He sighed, "I have never felt that reputation is a burden as much as I do now"

Opening my eyes to look around, I realized that I was not on the top floor, but rather nestled on the sofa in my mother's hospital room. There was no one else in this room, the heating was sufficient, and I was covered with a thick blanket. As for me, I have never remembered having the habit of sleepwalking after falling asleep.

It was truly too noisy over there; I could faintly hear the sound of the wind and the roar of a large engine. Ji Xiaorui's voice was barely audible, and I could not catch any details regarding the condition. I then hung up the phone; I intended to call back later, but a message arrived on my phone, which was the address of Aise Hospital

Director Liang suddenly fainted on the set

The director and several leading actors stood by the hospital bed, while the producer, Uncle Sun, sat nearby, handing a simple schedule to my mother. My mother, draped in a robe, sat on the bed, her eyes scanning the room. With a pale face devoid of color, she issued orders with great decisiveness: for the next few days, the assistant director would take over her duties, filming the less important scenes that followed, while the script would be entirely entrusted to Gu Chijun. The other members of the crew were evidently already familiar with my mother's way of doing things; it was like a battlefield in fierce combat, and no one raised any objections as they each took their orders and left. My mother, draped in a robe, sat on the bed, her eyes scanning the room. With a pale face devoid of color, she issued orders with great decisiveness: for the next few days, the assistant director would take over her duties, filming the less important scenes that followed, while the script would be entirely entrusted to Gu Chijun. The other members of the crew were evidently already familiar with my mother's way of doing things; it was like a battlefield in fierce combat, and no one raised any objections as they each took their orders and left.

How did you come to know my mother

When Ji Xiaorui called me, she was on the plane, no wonder I heard such loud noise on the phone

I sensed a shadow moving nearby, and someone sat down beside me. The hurried footsteps appeared and then vanished behind me, and I felt a warmth on my face. When I opened my eyes, I saw Gu Chijun handing me a can of heated coffee.

"Xu Zhen." She called me, "Xu Zhen."

I actually do not like eating in restaurants; I have eaten boxed meals for as many years as I have acted in films, and I have grown tired of the food outside. Gu Chijun shook his head slightly, skillfully steering the wheel. His driving skills seemed to have improved significantly since the beginning

I both sigh and smile; it is truly a kind of fate for the director to find the suitable face among thousands of faces

I vaguely think that dreaming is beautiful, for in dreams, one can obtain anything; even there are people who hold me, which is impossible in real life

We chatted casually. The sunlight was truly warm, and he shifted a bit to sit beside me, his clothes carrying the scent of sunshine

He is your mother's friend and also the largest shareholder of Gaia Film Company

Just as I was about to ask more about the script, my phone rang. It was a call from Ji Xiaorui. The noise on the other end was deafening, but I could hear her hoarsely shouting: "Xiao Zhen, you need to get to Aiser Hospital right now."

I understand. I asked again, "Should I appear before him?"

I will drive the car. You call the assistant and have her inform the insurance company

She cast a gloomy glance at me, or perhaps she was simply not in good spirits, tilting her head slightly, closing her eyes, and remaining silent thereafter