I messed with my ex-husband after amnesia

At the ceremony banquet that night, Cong Xu sat at the main table, didn't drink much, and was a little lighthearted.

Scattered flowers are in the eyes, blurred and hazy, but anyone who comes will either say "Teacher Xu" or enthusiastically pursue him, as if he is a piece of delicious Tang monk meat, whether it is a demon or a human, he has to smell it.

Cong Xu can always jump out of himself when necessary, turn into God's perspective, and examine frame by frame.

So he is very clear that even if he is a piece of Tang Monk meat, not everyone wants to eat it. Many people just look at his halo of the original work and change cups with him, acting on occasion. People in the entertainment industry are especially good at acting. , the scene is big, the face is enough, the speech skills are still in place, and even if you give it a handful with sweet mouth, Tang Seng, who can withstand goblins, may not be able to bear these.

Even Xie Ying, the female number one who is very familiar with Lucheng's side, also made the same gesture after drinking, one end of the wine glass, to build a relationship.

"Didn't your website review a Five Swords? I know Luoxue in Jiangzhong."

Cong Xu knew about this person, he had it on WeChat, but he was busy with work after amnesia, so he never contacted him, and he also forgot about his friendship.

Xie Ying: "He also opened a film and television company, but his books were not very good to shoot, so he bought the copyright himself and shot other authors. He also approached me, but the script was not suitable, so I rejected it."

Xie Ying: "So you know how many people are jealous of your participation in film and television this time."

Xie Ying said one by one: "IP is suitable for film and television, the content is hard, Lu Cheng is in charge, and Lu Shenfei endorses the drama."

"You have the final say on the script, and the hostess will not change it if she says so. It is not easy to control the original work to this extent."

Congxu was always drifting, but after listening to it, he was even more drifting, and he couldn't laugh or cry: "Sister, don't kiss your ass."

Xie Ying: "I haven't finished yet."

Continue to talk: "In the past, you were just a writer, writing and selling books. After this drama, you are half a film and television person. Not only can you sell IP, but someone will definitely try to win you over, see if you can cooperate."

Cong Xu has been in the class for so long, and understands what Xie Ying is talking about about cooperation: the name of the narration, the original script of the narration, when the film and television drama comes out, and then use the drama as the center to radiate other things such as books, comics, peripherals, etc. The ip development of the spin-off drama.

This is also the new path that video platforms and film and television companies are currently trying to take. After all, the upsurge of buying IP regardless of their heads has long passed, and the words "content is king" have been said for two years.

Obviously, Xu Mu himself and the name Xu Mu are too easy to use.

Sister Ying was probably too drunk, and after breaking up, she suddenly approached Cong Xu, stared at him and asked, "Will I have a chance to film your drama again in the future?"

"If you want to make a film in the future, do you have to lower your salary?"

Cong Xu backed away a bit, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and reminded her: "Sister, you have already surrendered this time."

Speaking of this, Xie Ying's tears came out, and she sniffed: "It's not because Lu Shenfei cried poor with me!"

He gritted his teeth and reprimanded: "I refused to surrender, but he even asked me to borrow money!"

Congxu couldn't help laughing: "So you chose to reduce the salary between borrowing money and reducing the salary?"

Sister Ying's position is not easy.

Xie Ying: "I'm not stupid. How ugly it is to spread the word about lending money to the film crew. I have to act in the teacher's film since I lowered my salary. It doesn't seem that I am much nobler."

As she spoke, tears came out again, and she pretended to wipe the corners of her eyes with a tissue: She and Lu Shenfei are inseparable!

Cong Xu was about to die of laughter, but he still had to hold back and nodded: "Well, wise."

Xie Ying chatted on and on, with her here, even if someone from Congxu's side came to toast, they wouldn't chat much, and it was much cleaner.

Taking advantage of this purity, Cong Xu's eyes turned around the venue——

There are many people in various departments.

Handsome men and beautiful women, of all shapes and colors.

There are especially many young people, those in their twenties and early twenties, there are a lot of them.Among them, it may be that the behind-the-scenes work takes up some physical work, and there are more men.

The little Houlang who was looking for Lu Shenfei before was in it, and the big boy who came to look for Congxu's autograph was also in it.

There are also a few who have come to toast, all of them are youthful, youthful and vigorous written on their faces, as tender as the sharp points on bamboo leaves.

He is also proactive, knows how to cater to the environment, learns to be a human being, can drink wine, knows how to touch glasses, has a pair of eyes, smiles, and his eyes fall straight into people's eyes.

There are also those who approach and stay away quietly by virtue of the large number of people.

Congxu suddenly jumped out of his perspective at a certain moment, observing with a godly eye, thinking: There are many young people in this circle, and the environment is complicated, how can ordinary people be alone?

It's hard.

It's like being in the sea, when the waves come one after another, neither sinking nor overturning, and the body will get wet.

Cong Xu didn't think deeply about it, but just looked at these things with a spectator attitude.Everyone knows the truth: the more glamorous, the more poisonous, even if the body is not possessed, the mind may move.

Normally, they are all mortal hearts in the colorful world.

Cong Xu is also an ordinary person, but Fan Chen's heart is a little hard to move.

On the one hand, he knew Lu Shenfei too early, and his aesthetics was strictly limited by this man, on the other hand, he has experienced life and death, and some things are bearish.

On this staggered wine table, he only moved his eyes without moving his mind, and thought for a moment: find time to go back and see his parents.The puppy Shen Chenghuan has been under Grandpa's lap for so long, so he should have grown up a lot.

Xie Ying left at some point. The original owner of the seat next to her left at the beginning of the ceremony banquet. After such a long time, she finally came back.

Cong Xu leaned on the back of the chair, tilted his head, Lu Shenfei rearranged the dishes in front of him that had hardly been touched, pushed away some cups that someone had been drinking from, and ate some food with chopsticks.

It's already nine o'clock.

This was Lu Shenfei's first meal of the night.

He was busier than everyone imagined. He was here, and there were other places for work. When he came back from work, the others had left already full of food and drink.

Congxu thought of the gossip he heard not long ago. The people at the table talked about Lu Shenfei, saying how powerful and strong Mr. Lu is, and they were all praises, but they would have some "complaints" when talking about his personality and temper.

There are not many complaints, just a few words, after all, it is their own crew, no one is stupid enough to complain about their own people in their own house, but instead they boast, saying that Mr. Lu's temper has improved a lot recently, and he doesn't look so cold Now, it's not as unreasonable as before, and it's easy to talk.

Summary: People have changed.

Has it changed?

Cong Xu looked at Lu Shenfei, and remembered that when he just woke up after losing his memory, Lu Shenfei really spoke surprisingly little, and was more silent.

Then when did communication become more...?

It seems that after he came to Lucheng, signed the copyright, and worked together.

Work requires communication, so of course there is a lot of communication. Cong Xu thinks this is a matter of course, but then thinks, it seems that besides work, he also chatted a lot. There is really nothing to say, the two of them won't even have dinner together.

Cong Xu wondered if he drank too much, alcohol made his mind hard to turn, why such a simple thing couldn't go smoothly.

He leaned there, raised his hand to touch Lu Shenfei: "Oh."

Lu Shenfei turned around.

Congxu suddenly fell silent—on this day, he shook hands with countless people, took pictures, drank alcohol, had physical contact, socialized normally, and felt nothing. A few approached with ulterior motives, just pretended not to know, stayed away, and ignored.

But when he stretched out his hand to touch Lu Shenfei, it felt as if his wet hand was stained with ashes, and his fingertips were covered with something. At the moment when the man turned his head, he glanced at the Adam's apple behind the collar, and swept away. Pass.

After scanning, he tilted his head to look to the side, a little deliberately.

After a pause for a few seconds, he looked back and touched lightly with Lu Shenfei's gaze that turned back.

After that, only other movements in the hall remained.

The last person at the main table also left, and they were the only ones left.

Lu Shenfei ate, and Cong Xu leaned on the chair.

The two maintained this state for a while, Cong Xu sat up unhurriedly, and Lu Shenfei asked, "How much did you drink?"

Cong Xu: "It's okay."

Lu Shenfei knowingly asked: "The plane tomorrow afternoon?"

"En." Cong Xu didn't control his eyes, and glanced to the side again.

"Stop sitting, I'm going upstairs." Cong Xu said and stood up.

Lu Shenfei: "Yes."

When Cong Xu walked by, he picked up a red envelope that fell on the table, and handed it over.

One stands, one sits, close together.

After the red envelope, the hands that delivered and received accidentally bumped into each other.

With just one touch, they are separated.

Cong Xu walked out of the banquet hall and tugged at his collar.

In the corridor outside the hall, a man and a woman stood face to face, chatting beside the escalator.

Cong Xu has a little impression, one is from the clothing team, and the other is from the props team. Judging by the enthusiasm of the chat, it doesn't look like just acquaintance.

In the past, Cong Xu would have felt that the two could chat well, or knew each other from the beginning, but at this moment, he didn't judge others maliciously, but some gossip he had heard in the recent period automatically popped up in his mind.

It is said that there is a dewy love in the circle, called the couple of the crew.

"Are you an adult?" Everyone talked about this in a secretive way, and it was a matter of course.

Cong Xu's hand holding the red envelope fell to his side.

Fingers are a little hot.

He thought: Are you an adult?

After being empty for a long time, it is inevitable that the gun will be misfired and the color will change.

Just wake up your mind.

However, that night, Cong Xu had a dream for half the night, and the dream was full of Lu Shenfei.

Woke up the next morning, took a shower, and tossed my panties.

Lu Shenfei called him and chatted about some work. Cong Xu answered the phone and put on his clothes, listening in silence. He suddenly felt that this scene made him feel inexplicably similar to yesterday's autograph.

In fact, it is fundamentally different.

But subtly, Cong Xu listened to Lu Shenfei's voice, a little like listening to the waves.

Cong Xu interrupted, and took the initiative to say: "Why don't we have breakfast together, and chat while eating."