He bit his lip and clicked on the chat interface.
After typing for a long time, I typed the next line——
[Yu Jing: I want to look up ancient books from a long time ago. Where should I look for them? 】
There was a reply quickly.
[Pei Yi: What difficulties did the Institute of History and private collectors encounter? 】
[Yu Jing: No, I’m just a little unwilling. I’m going to bed. Good night. 】
The top floor of Broken Star Tower, the lounge.
Pei Yi threw the script aside and looked at the text being typed on the chat page. He was curious about what Yu Jing wanted to say because he had been struggling for so long.
After waiting for a long time, there was no movement on the other side. Pei Yi frowned, his red eyes getting darker and darker like ink.
…
The next day, Yu Jing used her pass to go to the Yaoguang Directing Department and found Hua Yingying.
The girl was very busy with her graduation exams. When she saw him coming over, she felt as if she had seen a savior and cried with joy: "That's great. My script has been sent back by the teacher. Please help me analyze it."
It happened to be a lunch break, so the two found a quiet rest area to sit down. Yu Jing opened the script and read it over, highlighting a few key points: "The connection here is unnatural."
Hua Yingying asked him: "Why are you here? The old principal is looking for you?"
Yu Jing hesitated and said: "I want to take a look at Mr. Hua Fan's collection room. It's not a museum open to him, but his private collection room."
Seeing that Hua Yingying didn't speak, Yu Jing smiled bitterly: "Sorry, I know the request is abrupt, but I still want to try, but I don't have Mr. Hua's contact information."
Hua Yingying rolled her eyes: "My uncle often invites friends to play in the collection room, and he likes you so much, so there is no need to be so cautious."
As if to prove her words, Hua Yingying contacted Hua Fan, who quickly agreed.
Hua Fan's private collection room was on the sixth floor of the museum. When he got there, Yu Jing ignored Hua Fan and kept walking around the museum, looking for things from the Han Dynasty, even a piece of bronze.
"What are you looking for?" Hua Fan asked curiously.
The young director has a positive personality, is enthusiastic and decisive, and at the same time is unrestrained. Hua Fan had never seen Yu Jing like this before, hesitant and flustered, like a lost child, eager to find something.
Yu Jing kept walking, passing by ancient artifacts one after another.
A PHS mobile phone lies quietly in the exhibition cabinet, and the exhibition cabinet next to it is a Qing Dynasty calligraphy and painting.
Before, Yu Jing would definitely laugh at Hua Fan, how could these two things be put together. But now, Yu Jing stood stiffly in front of the exhibition cabinet, as if there was a ball of cotton stuck in her throat.
It dawned on him.
It turns out that to interstellar people, these two things are ancient artifacts.
…
Pei Yi rang the doorbell and was startled by the woman who opened the door.
Ji Yasu smiled and greeted him in: "Mr. Pei, come in and sit down."
"Hello, Ms. Ji, I'm here to see Yu Jing."
The young director's state was obviously not right last night, and Pei Yi wanted to ask him what happened. After handing the purchased fruit to the robot, the actor stood in the living room and looked around, frowning.
"Yu Jing isn't here?" He stopped Ji Yasu who was going to pour tea: "Since he's not here, I'll leave first."
Ji Yasu looked at Pei Yi's back as he turned away and said softly: "He said he wanted to go to bed after watching the live broadcast last night, but the light in the room stayed on all night. Today he hurried out without even eating breakfast."
Pei Yi paused.
The evening sun still had a lingering heat, and Pei Yi's fingers tapped on the steering wheel, the rhythm getting faster and faster.
He pondered for a moment and drove towards the village in the city.
The security environment in urban villages has improved a lot recently, and some children can run around at night without being accompanied by adults. When Pei Yi's car entered the village in the city, it attracted many hot looks.
The man wearing a mask swept his eyes with red eyes. The horror of being stared at made many people shudder and leave in a hurry.
After searching the stores where Yu Jing often went, he couldn't find the lively little director. Pei Yi frowned. Could he have guessed wrong?
When passing by the bar, the actor paused and his narrow eyes widened slightly. He heard Yu Jing's voice.
Entering the bar, Pei Yi saw the young director lying on the table at a glance. He was wearing a hood and covering most of his face. He was holding up a bottle and filling it boldly. There was a pile of empty bottles at his feet.
"Enough!" Yu Jing burped, threw the empty bottle away, and continued groping with squinted eyes. He lay limply on the table, his eyes blurred, and he could only see a black figure walking over in the colorful halo, looking down at him.
"Brother Hu?" Yu Jing asked in a daze.
There were at least dozens of empty bottles at his feet. Seeing that the young director wanted to touch the wine, Pei Yi threw all the wine into the trash can with a gloomy face.
"What are you doing, do you want to drink yourself to death?"
Yu Jing's brain had turned into mush. She couldn't hear what Pei Yi was talking about in the noisy bar. All she could think about was drinking and drinking.
Seeing that he was going to dig through the trash can, Pei Yi couldn't help it, grabbed him by the collar, lifted him up and walked out.
The bartender on the side quickly ran over and stood in front of them vigilantly: "Who are you, and where do you want to take Director Jing?"
"I'm his friend." Pei Yi said coldly.
The bartender frowned: "No, Director Jing said the person who came to pick him up was a strong man named Hu Shen. Is that you?"
Pei Yi was startled and glanced down at Yu Jing. Before drinking, he knew that it would not be too stupid to ask someone he knew to come over.
He pulled down his mask, and the bartender's eyes widened.
"Tell Hu Shen that I took Yu Jing away."
The bartender nodded vaguely. The outside world said that Yu Jing and Pei Yi had a good relationship, and now it seems to be true.
The young director felt uncomfortable being held up by his collar, and he wasn't very good at drinking. He was punching and kicking Pei Yi all the way. Pei Yi couldn't bear it anymore, so he put him on his shoulders and walked quickly towards the parking lot.
"Put me down... ugh!"
Pei Yi's face turned dark and he put the person next to the trash can. Yu Jing held the trash can and vomited. He narrowed his eyes and finally sobered up a little.
"Pei Yi?"
Pei Yi raised his eyebrows: "You are so brave, you dare to get drunk in a city village where people and animals are mixed together, and you are not afraid of being sold to a war-torn area when you wake up?"
Yu Jing tried hard to stay awake, but he drank too much, and his brain, which was occupied by alcohol, quickly became drowsy. Seeing this, Pei Yi raised his hand and pressed hard on his abdomen. Yu Jing bent over again and vomited.
He hadn't eaten anything since morning, and he felt much better after spitting out all the wine. Yu Jing took two staggering steps.
"Where are you going? I'll take you home." Pei Yi frowned and pulled him.
There were shouts from adults and the sounds of children playing in the distance. The parking lot was very quiet, and a flying insect hit the street lamp with a bang.
The light lengthened the shadows of the two of them. Yu Jing lowered his head, his thin back stood straight, and his shoulders were tight, and he murmured: "Go home?"
He turned around suddenly, and Pei Yi noticed the faint tears in the young director's dark eyes.
"My home is too far away." The clear voice became hoarse. He held Pei Yi tightly, his expression was as hesitant as if the building was about to collapse, "Pei Yi, I can't find the way home."
The body in his arms was trembling slightly, and Pei Yi smelled a strong aroma of wine, which intoxicated his reason.
…
In Broken Star Tower, Pei Yi carried Yu Jing to the lounge on the top floor. The young director cried a lot and finally had enough to vent, and fell asleep with a loud snoring.
But Pei Yi couldn't sleep.
The shirt on the chest was soaked with tears, and it felt uncomfortable against the body, as if the young director's hot body temperature still remained.
He frowned and changed out of his shirt, sat on the sofa and began to inquire about what had happened to Yu Jing in the past few days.
Film and television associations, live broadcast rooms, ancient books, prosperous private collections... He is like an experienced hunter, patiently following the clues to piece together the whole story.
I see.
The bedroom door was not closed. Pei Yi leaned on the sofa and could clearly see the sleep blush on Yu Jing's face.
The scene of the young director throwing himself into his arms and crying kept flashing before his eyes.
He said, Pei Yi, I can't go back.
The actor's eyes turned back to vertical pupils uncontrollably for a moment.
Opening the intranet, he began to search for information about the Han Dynasty, scanning the intranet in just one minute.
"Guyun Historical Research Institute..." He pondered for a moment, downloaded and saved all the pictures.
Hua Ying contacted him frantically like his butt was on fire: "Ancestor, what did you do? The security department said there was something wrong with your chip!"
Pei Yi said calmly: "How is the restoration of ancient books at the Guyun Historical Research Institute going?"
Hua Ying looked at him suspiciously: "Why are you suddenly curious about this? You actually invaded someone else's database just now."
"Just tell me the results."
Hua Ying choked and said angrily: "The repair results are good and will be made public in half a year."
half year later?
After cutting off the contact, Pei Yi used the chip to transmit an instruction to the outside world.
…
Yu Jing opened his eyes and was startled by the unfamiliar ceiling.
He sat up suddenly, and the quilt slipped from his chest. When he opened it, he saw that it was still the same one he wore yesterday, but it smelled of sweat due to the hot weather.
"Brother Hu, have you changed houses...?" Yu Jing's expression froze, and Pei Yi looked at him with his arms folded leisurely.
"Why is it you!" Yu Jing screamed, almost rolling off the bed.
Pei Yi sneered: "You held on to me last night, so I had no choice but to bring you back."
Yu Jing opened her mouth and tried to remember. It seemed that something like this happened. He threw himself into someone's arms and cried loudly. His tears and nose were all smeared on Pei Yi's chest. He even sat on the ground like a drunken maniac and refused to leave.
He scratched his hair in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I've never been drunk before, so I didn't know my drink was so bad."
The smell on her body was very strange, the smell of sweat mixed with the smell of alcohol, which made Yu Jing frown subconsciously: "Where is this?"
Pei Yi said concisely: "Broken Star Tower."
"You actually brought me to the company to sleep?" Yu Jing covered her face and collapsed.
Will other people see him being drunk and crazy?
