Forehead……

Wen Suning recalled seriously, it seems that such a thing did happen.

As a person who has traveled through time, the memory of the original owner lacks many details for him, especially some things that are not enough to leave a memory point, which is equivalent to nothing for him.

But this one is different.

The original owner lost his notebook during the exam month. He was anxious like an ant on a hot pot. He posted a missing item notice on the confession wall, anxiously waiting for possible news.

The panic of losing something made him unable to sleep that night, and he went to class the next day in a daze.

The original owner once lost a water glass when he was young, and was severely scolded by his adoptive parents after returning home, saying that he was a waste of things, a prodigal son, although he has grown up, he has not forgotten that he cried and apologized but was not forgivenFear and anxiety.

Fortunately, early the next morning, the original owner received a friend request, and a senior picked up his notebook.

Wen Suning almost remembered that Mo Song was the senior who picked up the notebook at the time. At that time, the original owner was a freshman and Mo Song was a junior. Now two years later, Mo Song has graduated from a bachelor's degree, and the possibility of further studies cannot be ruled out.

With this white coat, he should be a psychology major, and he is doing an internship or working here.

Wen Suning showed a polite smile: "I remembered, it's the senior. I didn't expect the senior to remember me."

You can even call out their names.

Of course Mo Song remembered.

He clearly remembered that winter day two years ago, he went to the library after dinner to look carefully, and found a notebook in the place he reserved, which should have been missed by the students who were studying here in the afternoon.

Mo Song waited until the library was closed, but he didn't wait for the owner to come to look for it. He opened it casually, trying to find if there was a name and student number written on it, but accidentally found a small note sandwiched inside.

The handwriting on the note was scribbled but still handsome, and there were some incomplete complaints.

For example, in the cafeteria, accidentally ran into a strange classmate who was waiting in line and forgot to say sorry. regretted it. had to work part-time on weekends, but felt like couldn’t finish homework. My roommate closed the door loudly at night, but didn’t know how to tell him.What to do if the other party is angry...

Mo Song swore that he didn't have the habit of prying into other people's secrets, so he could only blame him for reading too fast, and with a quick scan, he could read everything.

He's a classmate who's quite socially phobic.

According to the contents of the note, Mo Song judged that the owner should be a freshman of the Institute of Mechanical and Electrical Engineering, and after thinking about it, he simply left some suggestions on the note.

When he returned to the dormitory at night, he looked through the contributions on the confession wall, and as expected, he found the notice of missing objects.

It's just that it was already half past twelve in the evening when he added it, and the owner waited until the next morning to approve the application, and the other party's continuous thank you words made Mo Song confirm that this junior should have an inferiority complex personality.

Under normal circumstances, this should have been a normal campus episode.

But at noon, Mo Song stood at the entrance of the cafeteria, and among the swarming crowd, he saw the young man wrapped in a gray and white scarf, with only half of his nose exposed and a pair of timid eyes, and he was able to confirm almost immediately that the other party was the owner.

The junior was looking around looking for him, Mo Song took the initiative to walk over and patted his shoulder lightly.

The junior immediately turned his head to look in surprise, and noticed the notebook in Mo Song's hand. He reacted and said hastily:

"Thanks."

His voice is not loud, his eyes are wandering, his brows are softly covered by his forehead hair, and he looks very obedient.

In addition, this junior named Wen Suning didn't say a word, and he didn't even make any eye contact with him. Mo Song suspected that the junior didn't see his appearance clearly at all.

In the eyes of others, this is completely impolite.

But Mo Song read the complaints in his notebook, and the junior was really grateful after adding the contact information in the morning, which showed that he was purely socially afraid and didn't know how to communicate with people face to face.

"You're welcome, remember to check the desktop next time you pack your bags." Mo Song returned the notebook to him, and said proactively, "My name is Mo Song, I major in psychology, and I'm two years older than you."

The junior hurriedly said: "My name is Wen Suning, and I am automated."

Now that two years have passed, he seems to have changed a lot, the eyes that were staring at him no longer dodge indiscriminately, and Mo Song finally saw Wen Suning's eyes clearly for the first time.

It was clear and bright, with a little polite smile, but Mo Song could feel that the smile was only floating on the surface of the pupils, and in the depths of those dark pupils, it was cold.

Very defensive.

What made the junior who used to have low self-esteem and jealousy of social fear achieve such a transformation in just two years?

Mo Song was suddenly curious, and said with a smile: "It's a coincidence, I haven't run into you in school since then. Could it be that the campus is really that big?"

"Not long after the second half of the semester started, I dropped out of school."

Wen Suning answered truthfully, the memory left by the original owner had a very good impression of Mo Song, perhaps because he opened the returned notebook and saw the advice Mo Song gave him on the small note.

The shyness and hotness at that time seemed to still remain in the body. The original owner spent a whole day getting mentally prepared, and finally explained to the roommate at night that the sound of closing the door seemed a bit loud.

The roommate was stunned for a moment, and apologized that he hadn't paid attention all the time, and would try to be gentle in the future.

It's not difficult.

There are not so many bad people in this world, everyone is kind enough, and it doesn't matter to bring up some things.

Therefore, the original owner should be grateful to this senior who doesn't even know what his face looks like.

Now that we meet again, it's not bad to get to know each other again.

"That's it." Mo Song was stunned for a moment, Wen Suning dropped out of school, and now he comes to the studio for psychological counseling, which shows that his problem should have reached a serious level.

"Did you just finish chatting with Dr. Chen?"

"Well, I want to see a set meal." Finally, we got down to business. With the help of the front desk, Wen Suning went through all the sets that the studio could provide, and finally chose the advanced plan that was offered once a week, ten times in total.

The price of this package is 6800 yuan, with an average of 680 yuan per trip, which is 120 yuan cheaper than the price of a separate reservation.

But Wen Suning can’t take out 6800 in one breath now. He just spent 3,000 yuan on the keyboard chair for coding, and this month has just started, so he can’t spend all the money and let the restFor more than 20 years, lived a tight life.

Therefore, according to the agreement with Dr. Chen, he made up the full payment in two installments.

Mo Song leaned on the side and watched Wen Suning give the number to the front desk for processing and registration. After finishing, he said to Wen Suning:

"You should still have my contact information. If you have any urgent needs in the future, you can consult me at any time. After all, I am also a certified consultant."

Wen Suning smiled, and agreed: "Okay. Then I'm leaving, senior."

Mo Song: "Where is your home, do you want me to see you?"

"No, it's nearby, I'll just walk back." Wen Suning was sent out of the office building where the studio is located by Mo Song, and bid farewell to him on the steps, "Go back quickly, don't delay your work."

"Okay." Mo Song paused, then said again, "Should you remember what I look like this time?"

"Yeah." Wen Suning nodded, "The next time you meet someone wearing silver-rimmed glasses, you'll know it's a senior."

Mo Song laughed, he watched Wen Suning's figure disappear into the corner of the street, and felt how much this junior had changed.

It's like a different person, and he was still joking with him just now.

At present, it is not known whether the problem faced by the junior is depression or two-way, but no matter which one, it seems that it is difficult to completely eliminate the original inferiority complex and make people open and generous.

Mo Song decided to talk to Dr. Chen, and talk about Wen Suning whom he knew in the past. After all... this is a case that he has never encountered before.

When Wen Suning returned home, he didn't finish the takeaway at noon, so he cooked rice and reheated it for dinner.

He seized the time to write the rest of the task for the rest of the day. Qicheng.com has an annual Ziwei star competition, which is selected according to the annual index of the first book published by the author. Index and collection, clicks, monthly votes, comments, averageIf these are related, it means that only when the data in all aspects go hand in hand, can a higher index be obtained.

Wen Suning wanted to try, not because he was greedy for the title of Ziwei Star, but if he could win, he would get a lot of traffic and promotion, which meant more money.

He is quite vulgar, after experiencing the days when he only had 2,000 yuan, he just wants to enrich his account and return the money that Mu Yunsheng lent him.

Instead of asking for monthly tickets and comments in Zuohua, Wen Suning decided to add more chapters. After the number of monthly tickets or comments reaches the specified target, a new chapter will be added as a reward.

Wen Suning has studied his current monthly ticket increase rate, and set a relatively moderate goal. He doesn't want to exhaust himself to death because of Jiageng.

Then, in today's daily update, Wen Suning told readers that monthly tickets and comments can be updated.

He set a very high goal. No matter how much readers voted, at most it would be at the level of adding one chapter in two days, which meant that he only needed to write an extra thousand words a day to make it up.

Wen Suning made precise calculations. However, when the latest chapter in the manuscript box was released on time at eight o'clock in the evening, he really realized what is called danger in the world.

In just two hours, the number of monthly tickets skyrocketed by 6,000.

Wen Suning almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Even though Wen Suning was used to big scenes, she couldn't help shaking her hands.

If this momentum continues, the increase may exceed 20,000 tomorrow, so he has to add two more chapters!

Wen Suning's eyes darkened.

Trembling, he opened the monthly ticket feeding list, and he was in the first place, and saw [basically harmless].

800 sheets.

Wen Suning: "..."

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The 800 monthly tickets of [Essentially Harmless] have already shown his pride.

At the same time, Wen Suning also realized a serious matter.

He seems...to be adopted again.

I was living a good life at first, but because of a change, the pressure on my body became huge again.

Wen Suning pressed her sore forehead, it was impossible to go to the comment area to beg [Basically Harmless] not to vote, or else he would say something in Zuohua when he updated tomorrow, and change his goal to a higher level?

No, no, at least not immediately.

It seems that I am skating in seconds, not to mention, it will seriously hit the enthusiasm of readers.

After all, it was proposed by myself that it would be updated, and what was promised must be done.

Wen Suning felt a little numb in her body, and the effect of soothing therapy in the afternoon seemed to disappear in an instant, and a sense of panic lingered in her heart, accompanied by strong anxiety.

He even wants to take some medicine to control it, but no, the medicine must be taken according to the doctor's advice.

I really deserve it... Thinking this way, Wen Suning silently clicked on the chat interface with Mu Yunsheng and made a voice call.

Mu Yunsheng answered quickly, and the voice on the other end of the phone was as energetic as ever.

"Wow, you actually took the initiative to call me. Did you encounter something?"

Wen Suning: "No, I just want to ask if you have time tomorrow night. The salary has arrived. I want to treat you to a meal."

Please eat?

Mu Yunsheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately agreed: "Okay, of course I have time."

His mood suddenly jumped up, Xiao Yihai would invite Wen Suning to dinner, right? Now Wen Suning took the initiative to invite him to dinner!

We must know that Wen Suning's money is very tight, he is willing to treat himself to a meal without much money, what does that mean?

Explain that he is very important to him!

"En." After finishing the business like this, Wen Suning was silent for a few seconds, and asked, "Are you on the set?"

"Yeah, I've been very busy these days. I usually work on the set until 9:10 p.m. and then go home to edit the film. By the way, I've finished half of the film. I'll show you when I have dinner tomorrow."Effect."

"Okay, when is your birthday?"

"number 11."

"There are still six or seven days left, can you finish cutting?"

"Basically, my friend in charge of editing and I have to work overtime." Mu Yunsheng said with a smile, "Fortunately, I am in good health, otherwise it would be really unbearable to stay up for more than ten days in a row."

Wen Suning: "Then will you waste time if you have dinner with me tomorrow?"

Mu Yunsheng: "Hey, what do you mean by wasting time? It just so happens that I also want to improve my food. It's really uncomfortable to eat studio lunches every day."

"Okay, I'll choose the hotel and send you the address, and it will be six o'clock tomorrow night."

"Yeah." Mu Yunsheng also specially instructed, "You don't need to go to expensive places, the most important thing is good taste."

Wen Suning hung up the phone, feeling miraculously relieved, of course he knew that Mu Yunsheng's last order was to save himself money.

Hearing the other party's energetic voice, Wen Suning felt a little more energy in her body.

After all, Mu Yunsheng must be much busier than himself. When he was still in the hospital, Mu Yunsheng talked to him about his work on the set. Apart from studying with director Pingnan, Mu Yunsheng also had to do a lot of chores, which is equivalent toHalf field work.

Because Mu Yunsheng is young, strong and cheerful, many staff will call him to help if they need anything.

Of course, except for Ping Nan, no one knew that Mu Yunsheng was actually the young master of the Chuyun Group, otherwise they wouldn't dare to order them around if they had a hundred guts.

After such intense study and work, Mu Yunsheng had to stay up all night to edit the film.

Transforming from a salted fish to a roll king all of a sudden, Mu Yunsheng seems to be completely enjoying it. Sure enough, interest is the most powerful driving force.

Wen Suning adjusted her mentality.

He also has to work harder, after all, Jiageng can not only get the monthly pass, but also make the daily income higher. In the end, it is he who benefits.

And he likes to write.

If it is other annoying work, let him open his eyes to do it, and close his eyes to sleep when he is done. Except for eating and going to the toilet, he can't move his nest in the middle, let alone stick to it. Since Wen Suning's disease is still in recovery, he will probably be on the spot.crazy.

Do what you love to do, of course, you have to go all out.

The next morning, after breakfast at eight o'clock, Wen Suning sat in front of the computer and started today's work.

During the day, he wrote for three and a half hours to cook, took a break at 1:00 noon, got up at 2:30, and wrote for another three hours, just enough to complete the original 4D task.

It happened to be half past five, Wen Suning got dressed and went to the hotel agreed with Mu Yunsheng.

There is a business district near his home, and the top floor of the shopping mall is divided into places for eating, and there are many restaurants open. Wen Suning went there ten minutes earlier, but Mu Yunsheng was one step ahead of him.

He had obviously just come from the set, he was dressed in black, and there was a large cloud of dust on the back of his coat, and he didn't know where it came from.

Mu Yunsheng has dazzling red hair, with his hands in his pockets, looking like a cool guy, looking in the direction of the escalator, waiting for the figure of the boy to appear.

Unexpectedly, Wen Suning arrived from the straight ladder behind.

Wen Suning stepped lightly, approached Mu Yunsheng from behind, then raised his hand, and patted the dust on his coat.

Mu Yunsheng was startled, and quickly turned around, seeing that it was Wen Suning, the surprised expression on his face stretched instantly.

"Scared me to death." Mu Yunsheng was about to turn around, but Wen Suning grabbed his arm and fixed him in place, "Wait a minute, my back is dirty."

Mu Yunsheng tried hard to turn his head to look at it, but finally chose to give up: "Maybe it was in the prop warehouse. I only moved things this afternoon, and I was almost exhausted."

Wen Suning patted his back clean, lifted the hem of the coat slightly, and found that the buttocks were also dirty.

Mu Yunsheng subconsciously tensed up as his butt was slapped by a firm and subtle hand. He was somewhat uncomfortable, um... Obviously this kind of thing doesn't seem to be a big deal.

Especially when Wen Suning slapped the junction of his buttocks and thighs, Mu Yunsheng wanted to run away on tiptoe.

Finally, Wen Suning patted the dust off Mu Yunsheng's body, and straightened up.

"What to eat?"

"Whatever." Mu Yunsheng raised his hands uncomfortably and rubbed his ears, feeling the slightly increased heat, "I want to eat meat."

Wen Suning is still recovering, and needs to avoid food. He took the lead in eliminating the crab meat pot and Sichuan cuisine restaurant next to him. He looked around and asked Mu Yunsheng: "Do you want to eat sweets?"

"I don't choose."

Wen Suning chose a tea restaurant, and Mu Yunsheng walked into the shop with him, still worried about Wen Suning's wallet.

The dishes in the tea restaurant are small and a bit expensive. If I eat freely, I guess it will cost me a lot of money.

Wen Suning found a place close to the corner, but he didn't worry about the cost. Since he promised to increase the monthly pass last night, several wealthy readers headed by [Basically Harmless] have started to use the banknote ability.

Although this month's tipping proceeds will not come out until next month, Wen Suning knows that he will definitely not die of hunger, so he can eat what he wants accordingly.

The two scanned the QR code with their mobile phones together and ordered the dishes they wanted to eat. The waiter came over and asked them if they wanted tea, but Wen Suning politely refused.

Of course Mu Yunsheng didn't drink it, he had already patronized the milk tea shop next door.

"Do you drink?" Mu Yunsheng asked.

"I'll just drink water." Wen Suning said.

While waiting for the food to be served, Wen Suning said, "Didn't you say you want to show me the edited film?"

"That's right." Mu Yunsheng quickly picked up the phone, stood up, went around the table and sat next to Wen Suning, put the phone between them, and clicked on the video file in the network disk.

He took out the bluetooth headset and handed the left one to Wen Suning. Wen Suning brushed away the slightly long hair with his fingertips and inserted the headset into the ear hole.

The screen of the mobile phone is limited, in order to see clearly, Mu Yunsheng and Wen Suning got very close, he could even smell the shampoo on the young man, the faint scent of mint.

When Mu Yunsheng was in a daze, the short film started playing.

As a screenwriter, Wen Suning still clearly remembers every paragraph she typed in the ward. Seeing the camera advancing and turning those environmental descriptions and atmosphere creation into vivid pictures, Wen Suning couldn't help holding her breath.

The heart in the chest suddenly beat faster, seeing the words I wrote turned into images with my own eyes, it turned out to be this feeling.

There are shadows of trees, the huge villa is empty, and the light of the bedside lamp casts deformed shadows of the furniture on the walls and the ground.

The girl's lazy voice came out clearly from the headset: ""

The lines are quite good, at least not as embarrassing as many micro movies.

The lowered camera finally moved from the stairs into the bedroom, as if the main perspective was some kind of dark, terrifying creature crawling on the ground, its eyes caught the figure of the girl, and finally hid quietly without being noticed.Get under the bed.

Patience dormant.

At the end of the call, the heroine let out a long breath, and the rustling voice indicated that she was turning over the quilt to take a rest, but suddenly stopped.

Then, a pair of feet appeared in the picture, she put on her slippers, walked to the window under the watchful eyes of the camera, checked the window, but found that it was closed well.

Why are the curtains moving?

The front face of the heroine finally appeared in the picture. Through the glass and the tree shadows projected on it, one could clearly see her frowning slightly in the dark, but then quickly stretched out.

"Very beautiful." Wen Suning commented, "And the acting skills are not bad."

Mu Yunsheng: "Yes, she has been studying for several years."

Then, the heroine experienced various supernatural events at night, and Mu Yunsheng met with the camera to create a special sense of atmosphere. Even in a lively tea restaurant, Wen Suning felt a chill down her back.

And the hostess keeps using rent to hypnotize her plot, adding a bit of sand sculpture to it, so that it won't scare people so much that it's hard to finish watching.

The hostess turned on the faucet to wash her face, but found that the water flowing out was bright red.

"Why is it rusted like this?" She sighed, and turned off the faucet calmly, but she heard the most obvious crawling sound, approaching.

Then the screen suddenly went black, and after three seconds, the file list automatically popped back up.

Wen Suning clearly saw the folder at the same level as the short film, called "Learning Materials".

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