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Chapter 811: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (24)

After a two-hour flight, Song Yuesheng set foot on the land of Haiyuan City.

The air here is stickier than that in Yuncheng, but not as hot and dry as the industrial waste gas in S City.

She dragged her suitcase straight to the hotel near the film and television base. The audition went smoothly - her height, which was similar to that of the heroine, and her years of martial arts training allowed her to easily get the role.

The next morning, she arrived at the martial arts training ground ten minutes early.

This is the survival rule I've learned from working on film crews since childhood - being late will lead to being replaced, and arriving too early will easily attract jealousy.

But now... the morning mist has not yet dissipated, but many people have come to the training ground, even the leading actor.

Song Yuesheng was just wondering when the assistant director pulled her to a corner.

"The investor is coming to inspect today," the assistant director rubbed his fingers, his eyes wandering, "He hates it most when actors use stand-ins... You should go back and wait for notification."

This translates to "you have been replaced".

As adults, there are some things that don’t need to be said too clearly.

Song Yuesheng nodded in understanding.

"Brother Yunzhi, please walk slower~"

As soon as he walked out of the set, a sickly sweet voice gave Song Yuesheng goosebumps.

In my peripheral vision, a girl in a pink lolita dress was chasing a man in a suit.

The man frowned, but honestly slowed down his pace.

Are all the love styles in Haiyuan City so... unique?

Song Yuesheng was rubbing his arms and about to leave when someone suddenly grabbed his shoulders from behind.

"Girlfriend," the lazy male voice said with a smile, "why do you run away when you see me?"

Song Yuesheng jumped away reflexively, turned around and met the other person's eyes.

The man's Adam's apple was clear and almost sharp, but his face was childish and he looked young.

The other party was stunned when he saw her.

Song Yuesheng was also stunned.

She was thinking that after working in the crew for so many years and even taking classes to learn Sanda, her first reaction was to dodge instead of counterattack?

This bad habit must be changed.

"Brother Yunzhi! Who is she?" The girl in the lolita stomped her feet angrily.

"Miss, I don't know him." Song Yuesheng smiled politely and turned to leave.

"Sister~" The man suddenly grabbed her sleeve and clasped his hands together aggrievedly, "I swear I will answer the phone next time. Please forgive me, okay?"

He lowered his voice as he leaned closer, "She and I are not boyfriend and girlfriend, just consider it a favor and cooperate."

Song Yuesheng raised an eyebrow at the poor acting.

Just as she was about to speak, the lolita girl's eyes were red with anger: "You... humph! I'm going to tell Aunt Fu!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran, his small leather shoes making a series of rapid sounds on the concrete floor.

As soon as the girl's footsteps disappeared around the corner, Fu Yunzhi immediately let go of her hand, as if the intimacy just now was an illusion.

He took a half step back, two charming dimples blooming on his baby face: "Thank you for your help, sister." The deep smoky voice and childish face formed a wonderful contrast, "My parents and that girl's parents are old friends, we don't want to hurt their face."

As he said that, he raised his eyebrows again: "Good sister, leave me your contact information, I will treat you to a meal later."

"Have a meal?"

Song Yuesheng's heart was filled with alarm bells.

Not really.

Come again?

She heard that the Lanyu Temple in Haiyuan City was very effective, so she decided to go to the temple to exorcise evil spirits.

"What are you thinking about, sister?" Fu Yunzhi suddenly leaned in close, his warm breath brushing against her ear, "Are you afraid that I might do something bad?"

When he tilted his head, the strands of hair on his forehead brushed across the small mole on his brow bone.

Song Yuesheng stared at the teardrop mole that was faintly visible under his left eyelid, and took a half step back calmly: "I have a boyfriend, and I'm only on a short business trip to Haiyuan City."

"You can get divorced even if you get married~" Fu Yunzhi suddenly laughed and loosened his tie, "What's more, it's just a boyfriend? Sister, you are so beautiful, why do you have to hang yourself on a tree~"

Seeing that she was silent, Fu Yunzhi suddenly became serious: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

He took three steps back and made a gesture of surrender.

"Since you are filming here, we will meet again..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yuesheng had already turned and walked away.

She must hurry to Lanyu Temple to exorcise the evil spirit.

What did that girl call him just now...Brother Yunzhi...Aunt Fu...

Fu Yunzhi?!

Depend on!

Isn't this the Party A of "Fu's Purchasing" that Si Shu mentioned when he was in the guest room for a meeting during those two days when she was having menstrual period discomfort?

Tsk.

Twenty-six.

You call her sister, which shortens her life.

On this side, Fu Yunzhi was still standing there.

The sunlight stretched his tall shadow very long. He looked at the gradually receding figure and suddenly chuckled.

"Finally found……"

The dimples on his face deepened.

It turns out that the “looking back suddenly” mentioned in ancient poetry refers to this feeling of the heart about to explode.

Half an hour later.

Song Yuesheng stood on the ancient bluestone steps of Lanyu Temple.

The scent of incense from the thousand-year-old temple, wrapped in sandalwood, penetrates into the nose, and the copper bells on the eaves jingle in the wind.

She held the number plate and watched the people in front of her kneel down devoutly. When it was finally her turn, her palms were already sweating.

"Donor," the kind-looking old monk pushed the lottery box in front of her, "please be quiet and think about what you want."

Song Yuesheng took a deep breath and held up the mottled bamboo skewer tube with both hands.

The body of the tube was covered with patina from countless pilgrims, and it felt as smooth as jade. She closed her eyes and silently said:

——What is the reason for my soul-leaving ability? Why do those powerful people fall in love with me for no apparent reason? Why was it impossible to resist before, but I can now? How can I get rid of this situation?

"despair".

A bamboo stick fell to the ground.

She bent down to pick it up and saw the vigorous handwriting engraved on the signature:

"How can the rolling and unrolling of clouds be determined by the heart? The blooming and falling of flowers is the sound of nature. If you hold a fishing rod, don't fish in the snow on the cold river. Instead, cast your hook deep in the spring stream."

"Congratulations, benefactor," the old monk stroked his long white beard, "This is a very good fortune."

Song Yuesheng's fingertips trembled slightly: "Master, are you sure you didn't solve it wrong?"

She tried to leave her body yesterday and was able to maintain it for twelve hours - how could this be considered a good fortune?

The old monk placed the fortune on the scripture case, and tapped the last two sentences with his skinny fingers: "Please read this, benefactor. Fishing in the cold river is ultimately futile. It is better to follow the will of heaven and look for opportunities in the spring stream."

When he raised his eyes, a glimmer of wisdom flashed in his cloudy eyes, "When willow branches sprout new buds, have they ever asked the spring breeze?"

"But what if I don't want to comply?" She clenched her fists.

"Have you ever seen peach blossoms blooming against the season?" The old monk chuckled and said meaningfully, "You can avoid it today, but what about tomorrow?"

He suddenly lowered his voice and said, "I see that your spirit is clear and bright, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Such good fortune should be cherished."

Song Yuesheng stared at the green smoke swirling up from the incense burner.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master." After a moment's silence, she clasped her hands together respectfully, then turned and left.

She understood what the old monk said, that is, to go with the flow and accept the status quo, but Song Yuesheng didn't want to do that.

Out-of-body experiences and those preferences were not good for her.

Moreover, after Shen Zhirang’s matter is completely settled, she will go find her parents.