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The remaining scenes were filmed for more than two months. After the last heat passed, Meng Liangren completed his last scene in this film.

Zhong Xiaonian's ending was a struggle between his lover and the political stance of his father's generation. In the end, Jiang Xin chose to abandon him between the organization and him, while he chose to protect Jiang Xin between his family and Jiang Xin.

He wrote in a letter to the person he died for: "My dearest, do you forget me? Have you ever stayed up all night just to remember what I look like?"

On the bow of the departing boat, Jiang Xin unfolded the letter and read it. The sea wind blew violently, taking a thin piece of letter paper away and dissipating it in the wind and rain.

After the play was over, Meng Liangren sat at the table in the awning, rubbed his temples with his eyes closed, after all, this was the most labor-intensive play for him, and now that it was finally finished, Cheney took care of everything, came over and sat beside him and said: "Leave now?"

Meng Liangren opened his eyes and said, "Leave after lunch. I've been really tired for the past few months." Not only physical strength and energy are required, but also enough patience. Facing Su Yu's nitpicking, no wonder Even though Su Yu's films have always performed well, there are still some actors who refuse to accept his films. After all, once or twice can be regarded as something new, and long-term cooperation is really tormenting.

Cheney said: "That's fine, go home and have a good rest for a few days. It's time to start publicity soon. Well, Huang Yao's play is about to wrap up. The investors are inviting you to dinner at noon. Are you going?"

Meng Liangren was startled and said, "It's still Boss Cao and..."

Cheney said: "I don't know, it should be, why, are you still nervous?"

The corner of Meng Liangren's mouth twitched and said, "Don't talk if you don't understand." He picked up the water bottle and planned to go back to the room to take a nap.

Cheney looked at his back, shook his head and sighed, "Who the hell doesn't understand?"

Lunch turned into a dinner party, so of course it took a lot of energy to deal with it. Meng Liangren slept for about half an hour, got up fully dressed, and came to a different tavern with Cheney from the last time.

The hotel we met last time was luxurious, but people were always nervous when they were in it. This time it is not a hotel but a tavern. The lobby is cleverly partitioned with various embroidered screens and gauze curtains. This kind of space has a sense of privacy. Makes you feel safe and relaxed.On the way to the boxes on both sides, there is a verandah with low eaves, and there is a Japanese-style refill in the courtyard. After filling the water, it pours down with a bang.

Liangren Meng looked at these layouts and felt that the style was very familiar. Another agent who accompanied him whispered, "This is a branch of 'Yanziwu' under the Meng family. The price of a seat is worth half a year's salary."

Meng Liang recognized that it was the restaurant opened by his own family. In fact, the Meng family is famous in the catering industry only because of its 'Swallow Wharf', and the audience is not wide. To pursue aesthetics, the characteristic of playing is to absolutely respect the privacy of guests. Meng Xuan even told him a joke that every month there are always one or two rich wives who can find out their husband's lover from here.

A group of people entered a box with the windows propped up, and they could hear the ding-dong of the spring water around the house, and some people were playing the zither and plucking the strings, which was very pleasant to hear.

The seats are not surrounded by a table, but each person has a small high table, matching round stools, with melon and fruit snacks and self-pour pots. The tables and stools are very old-fashioned.

The boss surnamed Cao was already waiting in the box, and when he saw a group of people coming in, he got up with a smile and said, "How is it, is this place better than the last time we met?"

The producer hurriedly said: "How embarrassing this is, it will cost Mr. Cao and Mr. Meng."

Boss Cao laughed loudly and said, "This is Xiaomeng's own restaurant. Do you think it costs money?"

Meng Liangren and Cheney were the last to come in. When Boss Cao saw it, he immediately stepped forward to shake hands with him and said, "Mr. Meng, filming has been hard work. The last time I was drinking, I was not considerate. Please forgive me."

Meng Liangren was a little surprised, but still shook his hand and said: "You deliberately acted as a host to comfort us, how dare you say that you are not thoughtful."

"Hey, that's not what I said." Boss Cao shook his head again and again, "It's my fault." In front of everyone, he couldn't say it, but he said again: "If you want to be negligent, don't hide it. Don't take it to heart."

Meng Liangren raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "There is nothing to neglect, you can sit down with peace of mind."

When they were seated, they realized that there was one seat missing, and the producer suggested, "Ask them to add another set?"

Boss Cao hurriedly said again: "Don't be afraid, the room next door is also ours, and there are a few people sitting there. It's the same when Mr. Meng goes next door."

Everyone was surprised by his attitude towards Meng Liangren, but Meng Liangren followed the waiter to the private room next door before saying anything.

Entering the door, there is only one person in this room, leaning on the chair in the main seat, Meng Liangren saw the person coming, and said helplessly: "You and Mr. Cao have discussed it?"

Meng Jun said: "He knows our seniority, so he should be more polite to you."

Meng Liangren took a seat across from him and sat down, "Yes, I should have guessed it was for this. Are you here on a business trip?"

Meng Jun said: "This film is also one of the company's profits. As an investor, it is right to come here to remunerate the actors before the finale."

Meng Liangren nodded and said with a smile, "Go back tomorrow?"

Meng Jun nodded and said, "Yes."

Meng Liangren said, "Then I have to go back first. I have booked a ticket for 03:30 in the afternoon."

Meng Jun's eyes flashed brightly, and he said, "Then we have to eat quickly, otherwise this place is far from the airport, and I'm afraid we won't be able to catch up."

Meng Liangren thought the same way, so he picked up the ivory chopsticks and said, "Since it's just the two of us, I won't be polite."

Meng Jun rolled his eyes: "Okay."

As soon as Meng Liangren saw him smiling, he felt a gust of wind behind him, and he became frightened for no reason, so he buried his head in picking vegetables to fill his meal.

Meng Jun also held the chopsticks slowly, and ate every mouthful. After a while, he pushed a glass of bright red drink over: "This dish is a little salty, drink some wine to quench your thirst."

Seeing that the color of the drink looked like fruit juice, Meng Liangren took a sip and tasted it. It tasted like alcohol, but not strong, and sweet. He thought it was some kind of fruit wine that he hadn't tasted before. In addition, two dishes were really salty and spicy. , I drank more than half a cup in twos and threes.

Then he ate a few more mouthfuls of food, but the smell of alcohol seemed to pass through his limbs and gather on the top of his head, making his head dizzy, gradually blurring his eyes and blurring his vision.

The person opposite came over and gently held his hand on the table: "Little uncle, little uncle?"

"..."

When he woke up again, he was lying on a big soft bed covered with bamboo mats. There was a big window beside the bedside table, through which the sunset light came in, dyeing the strange room with warm colors.

Meng Liangren rested his elbows on his eyes, closed his eyes for a while, and finally remembered what happened before he fell asleep. Well, he was so drunk that he was so drunk that he even talked drunk. Meng Jun helped him up , took him to this bed, fed him water, and coaxed him to sleep.

What the fuck is this!

Meng Liangren suddenly got angry, got up from the bed, stepped on the floor with bare feet - he couldn't find his shoes, went around the room, found the door, opened it, just in time to see Meng Jun pushing the door in from the outside , with dinner in hand.

The two met each other and were silent for two seconds. Meng Liangren took the lead to ask, "What did you give me to drink?"

"Medicinal wine." Meng Jun placed the steaming dinner on the table, glanced at the wall clock, "It's 06:30, your flight is missed."

Meng Liang was furious: "Whose fault do you think this is!"

Meng Jun blinked, lowered his eyelids and said, "We can go back together, why are you avoiding me?"

Meng Liangren froze for a moment. He admitted that he felt lucky when he could not go back with Meng Jun. He couldn't explain why, but intuition sometimes means everything, but he didn't deliberately avoid Meng Jun: "You I think too much, the flight was booked before I met you, it has nothing to do with whether I can avoid you or not."

Meng Jun said slowly: "Then, I don't know that medicinal wine has a hypnotic effect. I just want you to try it. It has nothing to do with worrying about you avoiding me."

Meng Liangren was so choked that he couldn't spit out a mouthful of old blood: "Meng Jun, when did you learn to be unreasonable?"

Meng Jun looked at him and said, "I just want to get along well with you, and I want you to treat me like before."

Meng Liangren was a little weak, the same as before?In the past, he had no distractions and was upright, but now...Meng Liangren was startled, isn't he upright now, what was he thinking?

If the authorities are obsessed, care will lead to confusion. Meng Liangren never thought that it was Meng Jun's ambiguous attitude that made him embarrassed, but instead got into a dead end.

Meng Jun came over, took him to sit at the table, and brought him a pair of slippers: "What's the point of arguing about these things, let's have dinner."

Meng Liangren frowned, his face was still calm, he thought that he had to stay away from Meng Jun while he was chewing on the taste of the vegetables, and if he was greedy for those addictive details, it would only bring unforeseen disasters.

He said this to himself countless times.

Meng Jun sat opposite him, his tone was low and unwavering, but he could still hear a little tenderness: "I have booked a flight at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, let's go back together, go home."

Meng Liangren opened his mouth to say something, but the image of the boy coming to open the door for him when he returned to the apartment late at night came back to his mind.

He suddenly realized that he actually couldn't even remember the child's appearance, only a pair of beautiful deep black eyes.

Will you stay up all night just to remember what I look like?

Meng Liangren lingered on this sentence in his mind, his throat seemed to be blocked, and thousands of words finally turned into a promise.

"it is good."