Due to being on the phone, Song Mianfeng answered immediately when the phone rang.

Fu Qingshan paused for a moment, then chuckled, “You picked up so quickly.”

Song Mianfeng, preoccupied with waiting for Lu Yin Zhen’s reply, asked as soon as he spoke, “Hmm? What’s up?”

Fu Qingshan seemed to sigh and said with a somewhat complicated tone, “… The male lead for ‘Phoenix Flying’ has been confirmed. Both Murong Chong and Murong Yan are played by Zhou Yang, and they’ve already signed the contract.”

“Cross-dressing?” Song Mianfeng was somewhat surprised. Although he knew Zhou Yang’s female disguise was stunning, and because of his petite frame, he could almost pass for a girl, he was still amazed at He Chengyun’s bold idea.

Fu Qingshan “mm”ed, “Shooting starts at the end of the month.”

“Congratulations,” Song Mianfeng paused and added, “Wishing everything goes smoothly.”

Fu Qingshan hesitated in his tone, “Director He wants to invite you to take the makeup photoshoot.”

“You know me,” Song Mianfeng smiled, “I don’t like doing this kind of thing.”

“I figured you’d refuse,” Fu Qingshan said, “I’m just asking on behalf of Director He to let him give up.”

“Is that all?”

“That’s all.”

“Then I’ll hang up.”

Fu Qingshan said, “Wait a moment.” Then he asked, “Since I’m about to join the crew, when are you going to invite your person out for a meal?”

Song Mianfeng replied slowly, “He’s quite busy with work.”

“???” Fu Qingshan looked puzzled, “Busy but not too busy to go with you to stroll around the school and reminisce about your youth?”

Song Mianfeng replied confidently, “well he’s not too busy to have a meal with me.”

“Fine,” Fu Qingshan chuckled, “Hang up, see you after we wrap.”

“See you after you wrap.” Song Mianfeng finally gave a definite answer, “I’ll definitely treat you to dinner.”

After hanging up the phone, there were no messages on WeChat, but the comments on Moments were lively.

Song Zhanyue commented mischievously, “Does the guy in picture 5 have a boyfriend now?”; Liu Chengyin, being friends with Wang Letian, followed up with a comment, “I want the contact information of this model within three minutes”; other photography colleagues were either laughing hysterically or commenting “Wishing you 99,” making it seem like they were congratulating him on getting married.

Song Mianfeng replied to Song Zhanyue with “Soon” and to Liu Chengyin with “See you at the studio tomorrow,” then switched back to the WeChat interface.

There was a red bubble in the top chat window.

[Longevity: Just talked to my grandmother on the phone.]

[Longevity: You took really good photos of me.]

Lu Yin Zhen changed his profile picture to the one where he was looking at him from under the flower wall. Song Mianfeng’s heart skipped a beat, so he opened the album and set that photo as his phone wallpaper.

[Leisurely listening to the wind sleep: You’re the good-looking one.]

[Longevity: You’re good-looking too.]

[Leisurely listening to the wind sleep: Suddenly starting mutual flattery?]

[Longevity: No, I’m just telling the truth.]

[Leisurely listening to the wind sleep: Blushing.jpg]

[Longevity: And you’re cute.]

Even at his age, being called cute made Song Mianfeng blush for real.

Lu Yin Zhen wasn’t done teasing and sent a voice message.

“I had a great time today and I’m glad to have met the old you. But my past is not worth mentioning, the plot is clichéd, I don’t know where to start, and I don’t know if you’re willing to listen.”

After thinking for a moment, Song Mianfeng replied with text.

Slowly and seriously.

[Leisurely listening to the wind sleep: If you’re willing to tell, I’m willing to listen.]

Lu Yin Zhen sighed lightly, “Give me some time.”

“Let me think about it carefully, how to tell you this story.”

…

The next morning when he arrived at the studio, Song Mianfeng saw the coffee placed on his work desk. Liu Chengyin was smiling sheepishly, “Morning, Song Ge!”

Song Mianfeng casually tossed a USB drive to him, “Some recent photos I took, go edit them.”

Liu Chengyin felt the USB drive was heavy in his hand, not knowing how many gigabytes of photos were waiting for him inside, feeling exhausted, “Song Ge, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have joined Wang Letian in teasing you yesterday.”

“I really messed up, really, I won’t tease anymore in the future.”

Song Mianfeng opened his computer, transferred Lu Yin Zhen’s photos onto it, adjusted the size, and printed them out.

“Not many photos,” Song Mianfeng said, “Just around a hundred or so.”

Liu Chengyin: “…”

Just a hundred or so…?

Liu Chengyin scratched his head, resignedly inserted the USB drive, and suddenly remembered something while exporting the photos. He popped his head out from behind the computer, “Song Ge, are you going to the museum this afternoon? Can I come with you?”

“Why would I take you?” Song Mianfeng asked as he passed the glue, “To cause trouble?”

Liu Chengyin elongated his tone, “Oh,” dejectedly sat back in front of the computer.

Self-reflection.

Why did he offend his own boss?

In the afternoon, when Song Mianfeng went to the museum for the cover shoot for the magazine, it was already past five. He sent a WeChat message to Lu Yin Zhen, asking if he was still in the office. Since it was on the way, he could drop the photos off.

Lu Yin Zhen sent him a detailed address.

As he exited the elevator, someone happened to come out of the company, looking gloomy with his collar slightly disheveled, appearing like he had just had a dispute with someone.

He was a middle-aged man who seemed somewhat familiar. Song Mianfeng rummaged through his memory and recalled a brief encounter at a wedding; he vaguely remembered this person surnamed Lu, a member of the Lu family.

Probably because Lu Yin Zhen had informed the receptionist, someone led Song Mianfeng straight to Lu Yin Zhen’s office upon entering the company.

Lu Yin Zhen’s office was decorated very simply, not quite like a boss’s office.

But when Lu Yin Zhen was sitting behind his desk, it seemed like it.

The good-looking eyes were still good-looking, but now he was wearing a suit, with the tie meticulously tied. The slightly furrowed brow as he reviewed documents, still exuded an imposing aura, but it looked somewhat different from his usual demeanor.

When he looked up, the sharpness in his eyes softened, revealing a faint smile, and the image of the usual calm and elegant Lu Yin Zhen overlapped again, returning to the gentle and refined demeanor.

Song Mianfeng placed the paper bag containing the photos on the table and jokingly called him, “Boss Lu.”

Lu Yin Zhen put away the photos, stood up, and poured a cup of tea for him, “Thank you for bringing them over.”

Song Mianfeng took the tea and thanked him, standing by the window and looking out. He could vaguely see the Fengchun Mountain, reminding him of the person he saw at the company’s entrance earlier, “When I came just now, it seemed like I saw Lu Shi and…?”

Lu Yin Zhen paused for a moment, his tone indifferent, “You know him?”

“I don’t, I met him once at a wedding,” Song Mianfeng said, “I heard from a friend that his company has been having some issues.”

Lu Yin Zhen suddenly smiled, “Are you trying to tell me not to do business with him?”

“I don’t really understand your work matters,” Song Mianfeng shook his head, speaking softly, “I’m just afraid you’re unaware, so I thought I’d mention it.”

“I’m aware,” Lu Yin Zhen admitted, “I’m planning to acquire his company.”

The young man stood in the light and shattered his usual gentleness, his ambitious and assertive nature resembling a boss suddenly appearing in a movie, roaring with authority, startling the audience’s hearts to a stop.

After the pause, their hearts began to beat even more intensely.

Song Mianfeng quietly watched him, smiling softly, “Lu Yin Zhen, it seems like, I’m starting to like you more and more.”

Lu Yin Zhen’s eyes carried a smile, “Will you keep liking me?”

“I don’t know,” Song Mianfeng said slowly and earnestly, “I feel like I don’t really understand you.”

“But you fascinate me so much, even the parts I don’t understand, fascinate me.”

Lu Yin Zhen smiled, but didn’t respond further.

Just gazing into the distance at Fengchun Mountain, his gaze floating and sinking like clouds and mist.

If you understood everything I carry, would you still like me this much?

Taking a sip of tea, Song Mianfeng spoke calmly, “I want to gradually understand everything about you.”

“Not the kind of understanding where I ask and you answer, but the kind where you feel like saying, and I’m willing to listen anytime,” Song Mianfeng said, “If you don’t want to talk about it, then leave it to time.”

After a long while, Lu Yin Zhen softly responded with an “Hmm.”

Lu Yin Zhen still had unfinished work, and Song Mianfeng didn’t want to disturb him, so after finishing his tea, he left first.

He called Song Zhanyue on his way down, asking if she had eaten, and if not, they could have dinner together.

Song Zhanyue had just finished her busy day, received a call from her brother, and upon hearing about a free meal, all the fatigue and busyness from the day disappeared. She happily packed up and left work.

Song Zhanyue’s studio was relatively close to the university town, so they decided to dine there. Song Mianfeng intentionally detoured through Dong Street to buy her a cup of milk tea before finding a place to park and heading to the designated hot pot restaurant with the milk tea in hand.

Song Zhanyue had already arrived and chose a seat by the window. When she saw Song Mianfeng enter from the door, she waved at him with a playful smile, “Hey, it’s over here.”

Song Mianfeng walked over with a smile, inserted the straw into the milk tea, and handed it to her, then took a seat opposite her, “Your favorite Yakult green tea.”

Song Zhanyue smiled sweetly, “Thanks, brother.”

As she spoke, she deliberately glanced behind him towards the door, “Why did you come alone?”

Song Mianfeng glanced at her but didn’t respond to her question, “Have you ordered yet?”

“I have!” Song Zhanyue took a sip of her milk tea, her eyes twinkling, “I ordered a lot of meat.”

Song Mianfeng chuckled, “You make it sound like someone is depriving you of meat.”

“It’s you. You do the math, how long has it been since you treated me to dinner since you met Lu Yin Zhen?”

Song Mianfeng calculated seriously, “Roughly about two months, rounded up.”

“You’re not even together yet.” Song Zhanyue pretended to be unhappy, “If you were, would you even remember me, your little sister?”

The waiter came over with the dishes, just in time to hear Song Zhanyue’s last sentence and couldn’t help but smile.

Song Mianfeng helped with the dishes, then handed the seasoned oil dish to Song Zhanyue, “You’re still getting jealous at your age, even the waiter is laughing at you.”

The waiter quickly suppressed the smile on his lips, “Beef in spicy broth or clear broth?”

“Put a bit of both,” Song Zhanyue said, “I don’t care, I’m just jealous. I can only be appeased if you promise to accompany me to the movies this weekend.”

Song Mianfeng took out his phone and checked this week’s schedule, asking, “Saturday or Sunday, what are we watching?”

“Premiere on Saturday, ‘Nineteenth Floor.'”

As soon as he heard the name, Song Mianfeng raised an eyebrow, “Another supernatural horror film?”

Song Zhanyue loved watching supernatural horror films and always insisted on going to the cinema to watch them. She was afraid to go alone, so she always dragged him along.

“It’s based on a novel of the same name, it’s really good.” Song Zhanyue blinked her eyes, her tone light and soft, like she was coquettish.

Unable to resist her, Song Mianfeng nodded, “Alright, Saturday it is.”