second amnesia

That night, after returning home, Qi Mu lay on the bed thinking about his future life, thinking about those days when he was a screenwriter on the set, he finally didn't feel that he was wasting his days and wasting his time.I even miss the days when the crew and the directors and producers were "tearing" together, often when the pen fell, it would be a corpse wrapped in horse leather, blood flowing into a river..., exciting, someone smoked - he was no longer alone in the void The eccentricities of the earth painting world.

I couldn't fall asleep after thinking too much, so I called overseas to tell my friend Ji Zixian who was abroad. Ji Zixian was a friend he made when he went to the film school to learn how to make up stories with sentimental feelings. He is a director and is better than Qi Munian One year older, after graduation, he went abroad to continue his studies. After that, the two never saw each other again. They only occasionally called to report safety and talk about the recent situation during Chinese New Year and holidays. The relationship is not the same as before.After thinking about it, Qi Musi found that there was only one person who could communicate in this respect, and who was far enough away not to be too emotionally leaked and embarrassing.

Ji Zixian listened to Qi Mu's nagging on the phone for an hour, and listened quietly without interrupting. When the words fell, he said, "I thought you were good at writing notebooks when I was in school, and I have to submit my homework to you when I hand in my homework." You ask me, back then when you made micro movies, made short dramas on the Internet, the ones that could make a splash were the ones you wrote, so if you want to do it, do it, I always think you can do it.”

Qi Muna would speak dryly, as if he had exhausted all his energy after venting, and began to lose consciousness, and when Ji Zixian finished speaking, he agreed casually, "Okay, then I will write you to shoot , let's combine swords and rule the rivers and lakes, how about it?" After speaking, his eyelids drooped, and he fell asleep.

Looking back on it the next day, I couldn't remember how Ji Zixian answered his joke in the end, but I was inexplicably uneasy.Grab the phone and go back, the other party turned off.Qi Mu didn't give up, and answered every half an hour. When he finally got through, the other party's feet had just landed in the arms of the motherland, mixed with a huge roar, and said with a smile: "As you wish."

Qi Mu: "..."

Two hours later, he saw Ji Zixian downstairs in a suit and leather shoes, empty-handed, except for his mobile phone and return certificate, he returned home without even a change of clothes.

Qi Mu ran over in a hurry, unzipped the down jacket and was about to take off the clothes for Ji Zixian.

Ji Zixian's whole body was about to freeze, his face was pale, and the tip of his nose was flushed. Just as he was about to speak, he sneezed a series of times, but he covered his mouth and insisted on pulling back the down jacket that Qi Mu was about to take off from under his shoulders, wrapped it tightly, and said : "I'm not cold, you wear it."

I wanted to pull the zipper back when I was done, but my fingers were frozen and stiff, and I tried several times without success.

Qi Mu was a little silly, and wanted to ask him if it was because of his words that he didn't care about returning to China, and he felt that he was too narcissistic and not very real, so why should he?I had no choice but to suppress all the doubts in my heart, and dragged the person upstairs: "Go back to my house first and put on some clothes."

Although Ji Zixian looks handsome and glamorous on the outside, he always talks and laughs at Yan Yan to Qi Mu, and even speaks in a soft, gentle manner, which once made him wonder how he could get into the director's profession with such a temperament.

"Don't worry," Ji Zixian patted the hand that was about to run reassuringly, "I'm just in a hurry to get back, and I've already arranged for someone to send my luggage back."

Qi Mu looked back at him disapprovingly: "So, why are you in such a hurry to come back?" But don't say it's because of him.

Ji Zixian nodded amusedly: "My mother has been urging me to come back. Her old man bought the plane ticket."

Qi Mu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that, "Then why didn't you bring any luggage?"

"It's so troublesome to run around with luggage. I just didn't expect it to be so cold in China. Isn't my house far from here? I'll come to you first to drink a cup of hot tea to warm up."

Qi Mu didn't say a word, and secretly scolded this person for being too stupid. He led him in, flipped through a set of clothes he hadn't worn, and asked him to take a hot bath. Seeing Ji Zixian walking steadily and indifferently, he walked into the bathroom calmly and closed the door. When he came to the door, Qi Mu turned and went back to the study, took out the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and lit it.

While smoking while waiting for someone to come out, his mind was full of thoughts. He remembered that when the two met for the first time, the other party took the roster and asked him which one was his name. At that time, many college students skipped classes, so Qi Mu just pointed at him. When the strangeness in the other party's eyes made him feel worse, Ji Zixian's stern snow-like face melted instantly, and he smiled and said to him, "So your name is Ji Zixian?"——