Fake is true

Mu Zhou cooked a hearty breakfast, boiled a pot of porridge, and made fried dumplings.

The pickled mustard that I don't know where it came from was also put on the table.

"How long are you going to go to class?" Yan Fangsheng dragged a chair and sat opposite Mu Zhou, and took a dumpling from the plate.

"Tomorrow." Mu Zhou said.

Although he extended the vacation with the class teacher, it seems unnecessary now. If it wasn't too late today, he could actually go now.

"Yes." Yan Fang nodded in agreement.

"Have you finished dealing with your parents' affairs?"

"Well, with the help of my cousin before, everything was taken care of."

It was the first time for Mu Zhou to experience the departure of his relatives by himself. There were many and complicated things, and he didn't know what to do. Almost all the people who ran up and down were his cousins, and he also helped Mu Zhou in everything he didn't expect.

Speaking of this, Mu Zhou's mood was inexplicably depressed, he hadn't cultivated those cunning minds, thinking of what his cousin did for him, he would secretly wonder if he shouldn't be so heartless.

"You did nothing wrong." Yan Fang said.

"Huh?" Mu Zhou looked up, biting the spoon in his mouth.

"No need to think about it."

After eating, Mu Zhou was preparing to preview, but he missed a lot and had to make up in time.

Yan Fangsheng asked him to take his schoolbag to the study on the second floor. Mu Zhou secretly looked at it when he was looking for a room last night, but he only glanced at it and didn't turn on the light, so he didn't go in after confirming that it wasn't the guest bedroom.

So when he went to see it for the second time, he was a little surprised. He didn't expect Yan Fangsheng's study to be so big. It seemed that two rooms were connected, and there were bookcases embedded in the three large walls.

There are various kinds of books in the collection, and Mu Zhou also found a lot of books about art and photography.

Yan Fangsheng is obviously very organized, and has made specific divisions for each piece.

Mu Zhou was fascinated by books and wanted to read some art books, so he put down his schoolbag and went downstairs, Yan Fangsheng was on the phone.

Slowing down hurriedly, Mu Zhou stopped at a position a little far away from him and waited.

Yan Fangsheng noticed him and looked back, the cigarette in his hand was thrown into the ashtray just as he lit it.

"No." Yan Fangsheng spoke into the phone with a very menacing tone.

With his back to the sunlight coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, he looked very tall.

The contrast between a wheelchair and normal standing is not small.

It looks oppressive when standing normally.

Yan Fangsheng said: "This concept can't be passed, no one will take the risk to invest, and it will not be easy to shoot."

The grain of the wooden floor is very consistent, and Mu Zhou stared at the rippling traces circle after circle.

"Before persuading me to agree, it's better to persuade you how to give up." Yan Fangsheng hung up after saying a word, but his emotions did not fluctuate.

He turned around and looked at Mu Zhou, unexpectedly calmly said: "You need me for something?"

"Well, I'd like to borrow a few books."

"Take it, there is no password for the desktop computer, and you can see the book index when you open it."

"Thank you brother." Mu Zhou bowed to the man.

People came and went in a hurry, Yan Fangsheng received a big gift for no reason.

Yan Fangsheng was still addicted to smoking and lit another cigarette. The person he hung up on still refused to give up and sent him several messages in a row.

Yan Fangsheng didn't bother to look any further, left his phone on the sofa and went to the balcony to smoke.

When Mu Zhou went upstairs, he went straight to his favorite book. He was afraid of disturbing the order of the index, so he only picked one book for the convenience of remembering the location.

When he was a sophomore in high school, Mu Zhou chose liberal arts and became an art student. He has studied art since he was a child, and he has also taken other interest classes, but his only interest until now is painting.

After skimming through one, Mu Zhou went to read other books. When he really looked through carefully, he realized that there are too many books on fine art and photography, both in China and abroad, especially in the category of shooting and filming.

After reading the two books, Mu Zhou had doubts, and finally became a little inquisitive. He was curious about what Yan Fangsheng did.

Yan Fangsheng didn't go out during normal working hours, but stayed at home. The phone call just now should be about work, but he couldn't hear too many details.

Maybe the film industry?

Mu Zhou guessed, and put the books one by one according to the position in his memory.

After watching for nearly an hour, Mu Zhou remembered his business in the study, and he hadn't started previewing yet.

He didn't ask about the progress of the school, so Mu Zhou took out his mobile phone and sent a message to his deskmate. When he went online, he realized that many people in the class had sent him a message.

Mu Zhou replied and thanked again.

The tablemate returned quickly. He first sent two exclamation marks, and then a series of bombings.

Wuji: Wow, you finally replied to the message!

Wuji: Just now when you sent a message, I didn’t turn off the vibration, which surprised me, but fortunately, Lao Ban didn’t listen.

Wuji: Are you okay!

A ship: I'm fine, it's all over.

Wuji: That's good, if Lao Ban didn't say that you had replied, I thought you would lose contact completely.

A boat: all right all right

A boat: Where do you go to class now?I want to preview it myself.

Wuji: How often do you come back?

A Ship: Tomorrow

Wuji: Then why are you previewing now? Just one day, how much can you preview?

Wuji: I will tell you in detail when you come over tomorrow

Wuji: But if I were you, I would come back next week

A boat: Huh?

Wuji: Mid-term exam next week, you forgot?

a ship:……

Wuji: Let me warn you in advance, we have learned a lot during this period of time.

A ship: I will try my best to make up, there will be no delay

Promise: We have to start preparing for the training camp shortly after passing the mid-term exam

A boat: training at school?

Wuji: Well, what I heard from Lao Ban is that the school asked teachers from outside art institutions to come to the school to give us intensive training, saying that it would not delay our class.

A boat: Saturday-Sunday?

Promise: More than that

Wuji: The old class didn't say anything, I guess it will be soon when you come back

a boat: good

Wuji: Alright, then I will go to class, you don’t know how scared I am when there is no one next to me playing with my mobile phone!

A boat: see you tomorrow

Wuji: See you tomorrow!

Mu Zhou put down the phone, and the psychological pressure increased instead of decreasing. He didn't ask what he should have asked, and even heard news that he didn't want to hear for a short time.

But Zhou Hao is right, if he goes to school tomorrow, there is really no need to preview today, and he is not a good memory player, so he can't make up things in one day, so it's better to go to school to make up all the things.

Putting the untouched study materials back into his schoolbag, Mu Zhou sat on the bookcase and decided to find another book to read. This time he picked up a book on camera shots, opened it and found that there were many blue Pen annotation.

The book is very old, and the pages are yellowed.

Could it be... Yan Fangsheng is the director?

Mu Zhou felt that he had guessed pretty well. Anyway, Yan Fangsheng was probably engaged in work related to the film and art industry.

As time passed, it was eleven o'clock soon, and Mu Zhou closed the book and went downstairs.

Yan Fangsheng was not downstairs, but an aunt wearing an apron was cleaning the living room.

"Hello." Mu Zhouchi asked.

"Hello, is this Mr. Zhou?" Auntie stopped cleaning and smiled kindly.

"I am." Mu Zhou nodded, not quite used to being called "Mr. Zhou".

"Mr. Yan doesn't go home for lunch, so he specifically told me to ask you what you want to eat."

"It will be all right."

"What kind of flavor does Mr. Zhou like to eat?"

"I don't choose." Mu Zhou scratched his head, "You don't need to call me Mr. Xiao Zhou, you can just call me Xiao Zhou."

"Okay." The nanny smiled again, "Then I'll make some special dishes for you to try."

There were people coming and going in the company, Yan Fangsheng drove the car into the basement and went straight up to the eighteenth floor, where two green potted plants were placed at the exit of the elevator, they were bizarrely ugly.

At this point, everyone was at their posts, and no one was hanging around outside. Yan Fangsheng stared at it alone for a while, and then pinched a green leaf with his hand.

Really, live.

Two minutes later, Yan Fangsheng took a picture and was about to send it to the work group for questioning, when a staff member came out of the tea room and ran into him.

There was no need to take photos anymore, Yan Fangsheng asked him, "Who put it here?"

"Boss Zheng brought it up." The staff did not expect Yan Fangsheng to be at the elevator entrance, and the full cup of coffee almost swayed out of the cup.

"Why bring it up?" Yan Fangsheng threw the plucked leaves into the potted plant.

"They said they wanted to add some vitality to the eighteenth floor."

Yan Fangsheng looked at the two potted plants coldly, and didn't notice any anger, but he was really angry.

"Then Boss Yan, I'll go there first?" The staff didn't want to get involved in the dispute between the two bosses, so they spoke in a very low voice and pointed to the workstations.

"Ah."

After they left, Yan Fangsheng still sent the photo, but instead of throwing it in the work group, he sent the photo to Zheng Chang.

Y: Sick?

Peace of mind: You came to the company?

Y: um

Peace of mind: Then you come to my place, there are just two projects

Y: What project?

Peace of mind: an extreme sport, a visiting woman who was bought and sold to a mountain village

Y: Zhang Cheng is with you?

Peace of mind: how do you know?

Y: He came to see me

Y: I rejected him

Peace of mind: He didn’t tell me, he didn’t mention it when he came to show me the project proposal in the morning

Y: I won’t accept both projects. I advise you to kill the project on the subject of women’s buying and selling.

Calm and calm: Why are you so determined? We don’t need to deal with another sensitive issue. Isn’t extreme sports the topic you most want to do?

Y: I broke my leg when I wanted to do it before?

Y: I don't touch the two projects. If you want to take it, find someone else.

Yan Fangsheng didn't bother to bother with him, so he went straight to his office.

He seldom works. The company gave him a lot of freedom. He suffered fewer injuries. He basically didn’t show up once in ten days and a half months.

He came here this time to get the video tape. A previous project he had worked on was terminated because of Yan Fangsheng's accidental injury. As soon as he came back from the injury, he had to restart the project.

But when he searched for the video tape, he found that it had been touched, and the records about the voyage filming were gone.

Yan Fangsheng was about to leave the office to find someone, when Zheng Chang suddenly pushed the door open and entered.

"You want to go?" Zheng Chang entered the door, followed by another.

Yan Fangsheng saw that it was Zhang Cheng.

"Where's my video tape?" Yan Fangsheng withdrew his gaze from Zhang Cheng, and turned to Zheng Chang.

"I asked someone to take it away," Zheng Chang said.

"You made it for someone else?" Yan Fangsheng finally turned cold.

"There's only post-production left, and it doesn't go through your hands. I just got the finished film, do you want to see it?"

"Where is the original film?"

"Why? Are you going to play again?" Zheng Chang knew that Yan Fangsheng was angry and stubborn, and he was fully prepared to humiliate Yan Fangsheng, who told him not to do good things.Who would have thought that Yan Fangsheng didn't yell at him, but found another way.

Yan Fang said: "That is a film I supervised."