Closing the door and turning on the light, he couldn't wait to press the memory and then started the computer.
Open the first paragraph of the longest history of the recording.
It records all the things that happened to Xia Zhanqiao from the first day to the last day of moving in.
The scene of the two of them together, the scene of her cooking in the kitchen, the way she sat there waiting for herself, the way she handed herself slippers, she sat on the balcony reading a book, she ......
The picture that came into my eyes was all her, her smile, her sadness, her obedience, her little rebellion.
And the part where she danced.
Su Jinyu took a closer look at the furnishings in the room, it was not at all different from now, could it be that the current room has been redecorated?
He couldn't sleep there, and the woman who had no memory in his head was now stained with all the space in his mind.
Early the next morning, Su Jinyu found a decoration team to redecorate his bedroom, just like the original, exactly the same as when he lived in Xia Zhanqiao, Su Jinyu stood on the balcony and looked at the powerful and rich people coming and going in the community, he regretted it very much at the moment, regretting that he spoke coldly to that woman during the hospitalization, he shouldn't, shouldn't have done that.
Today is Saturday, so I don't have to go to work.
Su Jinyu drove back to the Su family's old house.
"Where's Shanshan?" He asked anxiously.
Zhang's mother had never seen him in such a hurry, and said, "The young lady was not at home, she left one day at unknown time, and she went to study abroad.
Su Jinyu asked again, "Where's my mother?"
"Madam is in the house!"
Su Jinyu rushed into the room and saw Su's mother drinking tea with a teacup, "Mom, where did Xia Zhanqiao go?"
Su's mother put down her teacup and looked surprised, "Jinyu, have you recovered your memory and remembered?"
"No, I just want to see her."
Su's mother lost her smile, she picked up the tea again and drank it, "If you don't recover your memory for a day, it's impossible to see her."
"Mom, why?"
Mother Su sighed, "It's because she doesn't want to see you, isn't it good to live such a peaceful life?"
Su Jinyu was silent, "Mom, I'll wait and see her when my memory recovers."
"Have you had breakfast?"
"No."
Su's mother took out breakfast from the kitchen, "Eat, I haven't eaten at home for many days."
The crew originally planned to shoot two scenes in the manor, but after staying for two days, the director decided to choose the scene here for the whole drama, which surprised the producers and actors of the crew.
The director personally took the actors around the area, from opposition to surprise to support In just an hour, there were many houses and scenery around, which could not only be filmed differently, but also made the audience feel a place they had never seen before.
Everything was a foregone conclusion, Cheng Min'er winked at the summer trestle, saying that it was all her own credit.
For several days, the filming went smoothly, there was no laugh scene on the summer trestle, and it could be passed with NG twice at most, and the director's tense nerves also entered a relaxed state.
After filming that day, Cheng Min'er showed the printed paper "Who I Leave Love To" to the director.
When the director heard the name, he waved his hand without any interest, "The name is not attractive, and the content must not be much better."
Xia Zhanqiao just smiled and was not in a hurry, but Cheng Min'er was not happy, shook the director's arm, and said angrily, "Director, look, the theme is very novel, the story is also very interesting, and this book has a very large fan market in Country M."
The director was drowsy, "SO?"
Cheng Min'er strongly recommended, "SO just wants to make a TV series or movie."
The director's eyelids didn't even lift, and he sneered, "Min'er, what about you talking in your sleep? Is the author a great god or a well-known writer?"
"New writer."
"The author's family background is very tough, powerful, and rich?"
"The author is a poor household, and the wood money is paid."
"What market is there for a work that cannot even attract readers with a title?" The director gave an evaluation.
Cheng Min'er was about to be angry, she took a deep breath, "Director, can you just read a page?"
The director opened his eyes and took it helplessly, "Okay, just one page."
He scanned it in less than a minute and handed it to Cheng Min'er without any interest.
"Oh, after reading it, it's really boring, the first chapter has written so many scenes, it's not worth watching."
Xia Zhanqiao snatched the paper from Cheng Min'er's hand and handed it to the director again, "Then you can read another page."
The director sat up straight and sighed, "Are you kidding me? It's the last page, you know? My time is precious."
He shook his head and looked at the second page in a daze, his body hardened little by little with the plot, and then he flipped through page, page, page, page......
I don't know if I thought I had read more than half of it, and the director held the paper and asked excitedly, "Whose work is this?"
Cheng Min'er saw that there was a drama and sold it, "The newcomer is poor and the author wrote it."
The director slapped his thigh, "Who wrote it I asked?"
Sung Min-ah couldn't help but reply, "Isn't there a pseudonym on the first page? I didn't write it by a fool."
"Is the author of the fool really, named, named, what?" The director gritted his teeth and asked.
"Xia Zhanqiao."
"Summer trestle? Why does this name sound so familiar?"
Xia Zhanqiao replied at the right time, "It's me."
The director asked again in disbelief, "Did you write it? You wrote such an excellent work?"
"What do you mean? Isn't it like my style?"
The director laughed, "It's really not like that, how can a woman like you write such a sad and touching love story? Is it your own personal experience?"
Xia Zhanqiao lowered his head and smiled, "It's just imagination, the child should wake up, I'll go to the house first, director, take a good look."
When Xia Zhanqiao entered the house, she heard the humming of a male voice, how could there be a man in her room?
She hurriedly pushed open the door and was stunned by the scene in front of her.
Park Wenlan walked around the room holding the child and humming a song, very focused.
Seeing her come in, Park Wenlan was a little embarrassed, he stood there and said hesitantly, "I was passing by and heard the child crying, so I came in and hugged him and coaxed him, I'm sorry."
Xia Zhanqiao shook his head and thanked him sincerely, "Thank you, those who don't know think you are the child's father?"
This sentence of thanks made Park Wenlan's face instantly red, and he hurriedly handed the child to Xia Zhanqiao, "I have something to do, so I'll leave first." almost fled.
Xia Zhanqiao stood there depressedly, just joking, so that he would scare him away?