In the restaurant's private room, the crew arrived first than Zhou Shike. When someone came in, they didn't need to introduce themselves, and basically there was no one who didn't know him. So a person at a big round table stood up halfway when he saw Zhou Shike.

Old man Zhao waved to him, "I will arrive in the afternoon and don't come to the crew to see the venue?"

Someone gave up his seat, and Zhou Shike and Yang Shangchen sat down with the opportunity. After Zhou Shike sat down, he took a big sip of the water he handed over, "It's too hot."

It's much hotter in the afternoon than in the morning.

They filmed scenes from late autumn to winter. The flu was the theme of the film many years ago. On such a hot day, wearing autumn and winter clothes, fortunately, most of the scenes were indoors. If they were outdoors, they could directly get heatstroke.

Old man Zhao poured Zhou Shike a large glass of juice, but said he was "spicy."

After he said that, his eyes swept across everyone's faces with different expressions.

"No need to introduce me, right? Zhou Shike, the little bastard who didn't come after the last time, was the boss's baby brother."

Everyone smiled and said they knew each other.

They know each other, but they don’t know them. Zhou Shike is a singer, so they have basically never cooperated. Since Zhou Shike doesn’t appear in the company, they have seen him at a few times.

Many things about Zhou Shike are heard from, probably because they have confidence. The most they have heard is about Zhou Shike's temper. Whether it is good or bad, it is not good. People with talent may be like this.

Half of the table were Zhou Shike's seniors. Without reminding Mr. Zhao, Zhou Shike stood up and toasted.

Yang Shangchen didn't even know him, but he also drank a few with him.

One after another, Zhou Shike came to toast Zhou Shike one after another. Most of them just took a sip, but they couldn't resist the number of people. In the end, Old Man Zhao stopped the person who wanted to toast behind him.

"I'll have to film tomorrow, and you guys are all over."

As soon as Old Man Zhao spoke, the others quickly returned to their positions.

Zhou Shike looked up at the wine in Old Man Zhao's hand, "You have high blood pressure, don't drink it."

Old man Zhao: “…”

"The little bastard goes back to the North City!"

Zhou Shike and Yang Shangchen hid on the balcony to enjoy the cool air. The restaurant was leaning against the Yangtze River, and colorful lights above the city were thrown on the river surface. When the ship passed by, the river surface like oil painting was completely consumed.

Yang Shangchen lay on the balcony and tsk, "Looking like this, Jiangcheng is pretty good."

"If you have time, take you to eat hot dry noodles."

"I'm just right for a noodles? Am I here to eat noodles?"

Zhou Shike thought for a while, "Tang Dongdong is an authentic Jiangcheng native. He knows how to eat and let him take you."

When Yang Shangchen heard this name, his face collapsed immediately, "Get out."

As the two were talking, a handsome boy came over and raised his wine glass and said to Zhou Shike: "I... I am your fan, I have heard all your songs."

Zhou Shike looked at the other party and smiled slightly, "Which song do you think is the best?" He raised his eyebrows and looked like a monster.

The boy's eyes flashed a little cramped, and the knuckles that were clasped on the wine glass were so nervous that they turned white.

Yang Shangchen sighed meaningfully beside him, and the boy's face immediately turned red.

Seeing that someone was embarrassed, Zhou Shike paused, held the wine bottle and gently touched the other party, and whispered: "Get out."

"Why are you paying attention to him?" Yang Shangchen said contemptuously, "All industries are like this now. As long as he wants to flatter, he is a fan of the people he wants to flatter. I guess he doesn't even know what kind of song you sing."

Zhou Shike lay on the balcony and watched the people coming and going on the road below, "It's not easy to ask for food."

"Then do you let others get out?"

"The attitude is so good. I'm afraid that someone will knock on my door in the middle of the night," Zhou Shike said with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes, "I'm upset."

Last year, Zhou Shike went to a guest on a show. He used his brain too hard and became more and more heavy when he sleeped. He couldn't wake up. Even if he woke up, he was so dizzy that he couldn't get back to his senses for less than half an hour.

As a result, he was knocked on the door by an artist on the show in the middle of the night. He knocked on him for seven or eight minutes and finally woke Zhou Shike up. Zhou Shike was furious and stared at the person at the door with a resentful look on his face. In fact, his eyes were all distracted.

The man saw that Zhou Shike didn't speak because the other party had acquiesced and knelt directly at Zhou Shike's feet.

When Zhou Shike was holding his lower body, he finally came back to his senses and kicked the person far away. He heard Zhou Shike call the person in charge of the program, but he didn't even give him a chance to speak, and he was sarcastic.

The next day, I didn’t see that guy on the show anymore. Now I heard that I was working in a cashier in a convenience store.

Zhou Shike was very disgusted with this kind of thing.

It’s common to sleep in the circle. It’s not uncommon for you to sleep with my wife and I to sleep with your man, but as long as you don’t mess with him, he will just be a gossip and forget it after listening to it.

"Smoke, give me one cigarette." Zhou Shike said, his hands already starting to touch Yang Shangchen's pants pocket.

Yang Shangchen bent down and covered his pocket, "The eldest sister said she wouldn't let you suck!"

"I haven't touched it for three months, hurry up."

After confrontation, Yang Shangchen always lost the one. He carefully took one for Zhou Shike, "If you smoke, remember to rinse your mouth. Old man Zhao is the teacher of his elder sister. He will have to complain again if he knows."

The two of them hid on the balcony like elementary school students for a long time. Finally, Zhou Shike stretched and patted Yang Shangchen on the shoulder, "I'll go to the bathroom."

Yang Shangchen: "…"

Zhou Shike was too natural. He was delayed by singing and he should be an actor.

The private room originally had its own bathroom, but Zhou Shike didn't want to be caught by Old Man Zhao, so he went to the shared bathroom in the corridor outside.

The bathroom is very big, and the lighting may be something wrong, it is so dim that when the light outside comes in, the bathroom seems to have no lights on at all.

Zhou Shike held the cigarette between his fingers and remembered that he didn't ask Yang Shangchen for a lighter.

I could only turn around and go back to the private room to get a lighter.

He turned his head and bumped into someone.

"Sorry." Zhou Shike said casually and was about to go around.

"I have fire." The other party's voice had a very strange hoarseness, and the voice lines were rare, and it was a little stiff and unnatural when you heard it.

Zhou Shike was very sensitive to voice, and he looked up at the person coming.

The other party was very tall, half a head taller than him, wearing black clothes, on a hot day. Even if there was air conditioning in the restaurant, the temperature was not as low as a jacket, let alone wearing a mask and a hat.

But Zhou Shike can feel the calmness of being slow from the other person, can he perform art?

Zhou Shike held the smoke in his mouth, and the other party lit the fire. He lowered his eyes and lit the smoke. The fire flashed, and Zhou Shike's long and sparse eyelashes also trembled faintly with the flashing fire.

The Adam's apple hidden in the collar slid up and down.

The entrance to the tobacco entered his throat. Zhou Shike leaned against the wall and slowly closed his eyes. The strange hoarse voice in his ears rang again.

“Smoking is not good for the health.”

Zhou Shike glanced at the man and said, "Oh, I forgot to say thank you."

He doesn't like others to care about his affairs, and the displeasure at this time has been written on his face.

The man next to him never left, and he didn't seem to be here to go to the bathroom. Zhou Shike looked at him again and accidentally met the other person's gaze. Although the room was dim, the other person's eyes had an almost paranoid focus.

Zhou Shiye shook his hand and a piece of ashes fell on the back of his hand. When he raised his hand and shook it off, the man had already left.

It seems like he came here to borrow fire from him.

The man went out, and as soon as he went out, he pulled off his mask and took off his hat, and held it in his hands. The paranoid focus between his eyebrows and eyes dissipated, reverting to the illusion of gentleness on weekdays.

The feeling of meeting again is indescribable. He almost almost burst into tears in front of Zhou Shike.

He strode out of the restaurant, and Zhao Xu, who was leaning against the car door, immediately met him, took the hat and mask from the other party, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Fu, have you seen someone?"

Because Zhao Xu felt that Fu Simian was in a good mood now.

Zhao Xu looked up at the sky. It was going to rain red. In the past two years, he had seen Fu Simien smiled at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes for the first time.

"Are you talking?" Zhao Xu originally wanted to ask, "A Ke didn't beat you this time", but that seemed a bit too disrespectful to Fu Simian, so he asked a little more implicitly.

Fu Simien leaned in the back seat, putting her fingers lazily on her knees, looking leisurely.

"Um."

Zhao Xu was also in a state of excitement. The boss was happy. Only those who worked were able to live a good life, especially his special assistant who did everything.

"What did you say?"

Fu Simian: "He wants to smoke, so I borrowed the fire for him."

Zhao Xu held the steering wheel and thought for a while, "What else?"

The car fell into a silence, a silence that made Zhao Xu feel embarrassed and felt that this question was too stupid.

So Zhao Xu immediately changed the subject. He cleared his throat and said, "I have arranged the fruits for Zhou Shike's crew, and they all came at the best fruit cutting level."

"It's anonymous. Anyway, he's just saying that he's his fan, and he doesn't know who it is." Zhao Xu said.

But Zhao Xu has never received a response.

He looked at Fu Simian from the rearview mirror and found that Fu Simian didn't listen at all. He had his eyelids hanging down. Zhao Xu could understand that the other party was ecstatic now. The person who had been thinking about it for two years appeared in front of him. Even if he just met him, he could feel that Fu Simian's entire aura had become gentle and comfortable now.

Zhou Shike smoked, scented outside before going back. Yang Shangchen was playing with his cell phone and heard the sound of opening the door, "Why did you come back?"

"No fire." Zhou Shike sat down, took a sip of water, and looked around, "Where is Old Man Zhao?"

"Here's a headache, I've gone to the hospital."

"I'll go see him later," Zhou Shike slowly wiped his fingers one by one with a wet wipe, "I met a weird guy in the bathroom."
To be continued...