My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 122 Let Cheng Shuangjiang come to see our wedding
By the time they arrived at the subway station, Cheng Shuangjiang was already panting heavily.

Zhou Heming and Lu Bai were alright, but the weather in Sichuan was just too hot. When the three of them ran to the subway station and felt the cool air from the escalator, they were already drenched in sweat.

Looking back, I saw that the two girls hadn't followed.

"You really are decisive."

As Zhou Heming rode the escalator down the subway, he looked at Cheng Shuangjiang, who was still panting, and carefully considered his words.

It's hard to believe that her actions just now came from a provincial top scorer. Without arguing or wasting words, she directly attacked, splashed the milk tea, and ran away. It was all so smooth and easy, like a habitual offender.

That seems a bit too extreme.

Given Zhou Heming's personality, it's absolutely impossible for him to do something like spilling milk tea.

think carefully.

Seventeen-year-old Cheng Shuangjiang chose to commit suicide, but the reborn Cheng Shuangjiang did not hesitate to sacrifice herself to save Zhou Heming.

perhaps.

Cheng Shuangjiang was the most sharp, radical, and reckless of the three.

"Lu Bai, how are you?"

Zhou Heming looked away and put his hand on Lu Bai's shoulder.

Lu Bai was still shaken, his lips were pale, as if he had encountered something extremely terrifying, like when he heard thunder.

"Well, I'm fine."

She said defiantly.

Zhou Heming put his arm around her, and Lu Bai rested her head on his shoulder, her fingers gripping the hem of his clothes tightly.

Cheng Shuangjiang stood behind them, watching the two figures leaning on each other from behind.

Not a word.

On the way back, neither Zhou Heming, Cheng Shuangjiang, nor Lu Bai mentioned the girl from earlier.

We arrived at the guest room door.

Zhou Heming swiped the door open, and Lu Bai went in first. Just as he was about to go in, Cheng Shuangjiang tugged at his clothes.

"how?"

He turned around and saw the girl staring intently at him.

"You must trust Lu Bai."

Cheng Shuangjiang said this.

“At least, ‘she’ will choose to believe.”

The "she" the girl was referring to was not Lu Bai, but the will that had once occupied her body.

"Of course I believe her."

Zhou Heming responded.

Cheng Shuangjiang didn't ask him which "she" he believed in. She just nodded, went into her room, and gently closed the door.

Zhou Heming returned to his room.

Lu Bai was sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.

He sat down next to her and reached out to take Lu Bai's hand.

Without saying a word, Zhou Heming simply embraced Lu Bai gently, giving her an extremely tender hug.

a long time.

Aren't you going to ask me what happened?

Lu Bai's voice came through.

"If you're willing to talk about it, I'll listen quietly until you finish. If you're not willing to bring it up, I absolutely won't ask, because I trust you."

Zhou Heming answered.

Lu Bai left his embrace and looked directly into Zhou Heming's eyes.

"give me some more time."

Lu Bai thought for a moment.

"In July, um, July 19th. We'll finish filming the Rongcheng scenes the day before, and then we'll go to Heming Township. At that time, I, um, I'll take you to meet some people."

"Okay, who is it, uncle?"

Zhou Heming only remembered that Lu Bai's father should be working in his hometown, but Lu Bai didn't mention the specifics, and he was too embarrassed to ask further.

"Yes, I killed them."

Lu Bai lowered his gaze, his voice muffled.

The next moment, Zhou Heming gently embraced her, using tender comfort to stop the girl from thinking about anything else.

*
the next morning.

Zhou Heming was a little listless when he got out of bed.

Lu Bai woke up several times in the middle of the night last night.

Zhou Heming, who was already having a restless sleep, woke up immediately. He didn't say anything, but silently hugged Lu Bai until she fell asleep again.

Lu Bai looked a little haggard.

It seems that last night's encounter was more somber than I had imagined.

Although he didn't know who Lu Bai meant by "the person she killed," Zhou Heming's intuition told him that she must feel guilty about it and be unable to let it go for a long time.

The opening ceremony was held near the hotel, next to the hospital where the filming location was set.

They'll be going there after lunch.

After brushing their teeth and cleaning up together, Lu Bai's complexion improved slightly, and after a deep kiss filled with the smell of toothpaste, he finally smiled.

“I sent a message to Cheng Shuangjiang, and she said that her relatives came to pick her up from the hotel this morning.”

As Lu Bai and Zhou Heming were about to have breakfast, the door to room 709 next door opened just as they were waiting for it, and Cheng Shuangjiang, carrying a backpack and pushing a suitcase, slowly walked out.

"Leaving so early?"

Lu Bai was curious.

"Okay, we'll leave after breakfast."

Cheng Shuangjiang nodded almost imperceptibly.

The hotel offers a free buffet breakfast, and as Lu Bai would say, "Why not take advantage of it?"

Thank you for last night.

Lu Bai thanked him, but then looked somewhat bewildered.

"What do you mean by 'crying idiot'? Does it mean all you do is whimper?"

"It's barking wildly. Back then, when Zhuge Liang scolded Wang Lang, he used the phrase 'a dog with a broken spine, barking wildly.' You're supposed to be from Sichuan, yet you can't even remember what the Prime Minister said."

Zhou Heming made a joke.

"All I know is that I have never seen such a shameless person!"

Lu Bai snorted, grabbed Cheng Shuangjiang, and headed towards the elevator.

Zhou Heming could only help push the suitcase.

I don't know if it was his imagination.

After last night, it seems the two girls' relationship has improved a little bit?

Of course, Cheng Shuangjiang maintained her indifferent and aloof demeanor, but she did not resist Lu Bai's intimate gestures. Girls are naturally closer to each other, so holding hands is nothing unusual.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, they found a spot to put down their suitcases and backpacks, and each took a tray to get their breakfast.

The hotel's breakfast was quite plentiful and had a strong Sichuan flavor, with dishes like pea noodles and small noodles available. Since it was breakfast, there weren't many spicy or oily options.

At Lu Bai's strong recommendation, Zhou Heming ordered a bowl of pea and minced meat noodles. Looking at the red oil at the bottom of the bowl, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Cheng Shuangjiang only took a steamed bun, an egg, and a cup of soy milk—a simple meal.

As for Lord Lu Bai, a bowl of noodles, a bowl of spicy tofu pudding, and two fried dough sticks seemed to be just appetizers.

Cheng Shuangjiang carefully peeled the eggshell, as if she didn't want to damage the egg surface. She took a bite, then picked up the bun with her chopsticks and took another bite.

The beef-filled buns have a unique and mouthwatering aroma.

Following Lu Bai's instructions, Zhou Heming mixed the noodles, looking at the slightly reddish noodles in the bowl with a hint of apprehension.

"It's not spicy. The chili oil we use here is just for flavoring. It smells good, but it's not spicy at all."

Lu Bai said confidently from the side.

"It doesn't seem very credible for people from Sichuan to say that it's not spicy."

Despite saying that, Zhou Heming still picked up a mouthful of noodles mixed with pea puree and minced meat sauce and put it in his mouth.

"It's definitely not spicy."

He had to admit that this was a victory for Lord Lu Bai.

It's roughly equivalent to Ningjiang duck blood vermicelli with chili oil.

Cheng Shuangjiang glanced at the noodles in Zhou Heming's bowl, then silently drank her soy milk.

"However, I never expected that the tofu pudding in Sichuan is spicy."

Looking at the tofu pudding with chili oil in Lu Bai's bowl, Zhou Heming wondered if the people here needed to get some special element from chili peppers to sustain their daily lives. "It's delicious, do you want to try some?"

As Lu Bai spoke, he used the spoon he had used to scoop up a spoonful of tofu pudding and handed it to Zhou Heming.

Zhou Heming wanted to refuse, but curiosity got the better of him, and he swallowed it.

"It's not spicy at all, and the taste is surprisingly good."

He began to truly appreciate the deliciousness of Sichuan cuisine.

Watching this scene, Cheng Shuangjiang silently finished the steamed bun and the last bit of egg, her cheeks slightly puffed out, like a hamster storing food in its mouth.

After the three finished eating, they sat for a while longer until Cheng Shuangjiang received news that her relatives seemed to be arriving soon.

"We'll take you to the door."

As Zhou Heming spoke, he took the initiative to help her lift her suitcase and backpack.

Left with no other choice, Cheng Shuangjiang went to the hotel lobby.

Zhou Heming was actually a little curious about which side Cheng Shuangjiang's relatives were on. He sat on the sofa in the lobby and looked at the people coming in, guessing whether they had come to pick up Cheng Shuangjiang.

At that moment, he saw a man wearing a shirt, with a neat hairstyle, who looked like he was often exposed to the sun and rain, walk into the hotel. Beside him was a younger woman who was equally dashing.

The other party glanced around and quickly spotted Cheng Shuangjiang, waving in their direction.

"Cheng Shuangjiang".

The man let out a loud shout.

Zhou Heming subconsciously sized up the other person.

He was around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, with dark skin, a lean physique, and a proper, methodical gait. His voice was clear and loud. To have such a performance at this age, he must have maintained a high level of exercise regularly.

As for the woman, she was probably around thirty years old, with a steady gait and a touch of heroic spirit in her every move, and sharp eyes.

"Hello Uncle Liu, hello Aunt Tian."

Cheng Shuangjiang greeted him.

There was no comment about why Cheng Shuangjiang's relatives had the surname Liu, because Zhou Heming had already found the answer.

"These are your parents' comrades-in-arms?"

Zhou Heming asked a question.

"Ah."

Cheng Shuangjiang nodded.

The two smiled when they saw Zhou Heming and Lu Bai.

"No wonder she said yesterday that she wanted to spend the night in Chengdu first; it turns out she was with you guys."

"Uncle Liu, stop talking!"

It was rare for Cheng Shuangjiang to use an exclamation mark when she spoke. She glanced back at Zhou Heming, trying her best to appear calm.

"I'll say a few more words to them and then get on the bus."

"Okay, I'll take your luggage upstairs for you. Your little sister Lingling missed you so much; she urged us to come over early this morning."

Uncle Liu took Cheng Shuangjiang's suitcase directly, while Aunt Tian picked up her backpack. The two walked outside, where a military green jeep could be seen waiting.

"So, you and your parents used to live here?"

Zhou Heming seemed to realize something.

Perhaps she grew up in a military compound when she was a child.

Her grandfather's generation were soldiers who supported the construction of the Third Front, and her parents were soldiers who sacrificed their lives in flood relief. She probably grew up in such an environment, which is why she is so rigid and inflexible.

"Yes, seven years ago, there was a very serious flood here, which triggered a geological disaster. At that time, my parents and uncles and aunts from the army went to the disaster relief. And then..."

She paused for a moment before continuing.

"Uncle Liu and Aunt Tian are my father's descendants. They are very kind to me. Every summer vacation, I come back to visit them."

"Indeed, family."

Zhou Heming murmured.

No wonder Cheng Shuangjiang, who has been reborn, felt that this trip to Sichuan was a sure thing. Even in the worst-case scenario, she would probably bring Zhou Heming back to meet her parents' comrades-in-arms.

"The military base here seems to be located in Heming Township."

Lu Bai suddenly remembered something and said.

"I remember hearing adults tell me when I was little that I shouldn't run around that way."

"Ah."

Cheng Shuangjiang nodded.

“That’s perfect. Zhou Heming and I are both from Heming Township. We can go out and have fun together then. Cheng Shuangjiang, you can come and watch us film.”

Lu Bai extended a warm invitation.

Don't you want to listen to what you're saying? Do you want Cheng Shuangjiang to watch our wedding play?
Zhou Heming's lips twitched.

"it is good."

Cheng Shuangjiang responded.

"Then I'll go first."

She turned to leave, but stopped abruptly at the door. She took something out of her pocket and rubbed it on her head.

Zhou Heming saw it from afar.

That is.

Hair ties decorated with pandas.

*
The opening ceremony was a bit too dazzling for Zhou Heming, a socially awkward person.

He stood in the corner, like a mushroom that no one paid attention to.

Only Lu Bai held his hand, wanting to imprint the image of the two of them together in all the photos.

Then, Zhou Heming officially began his internship vacation on the film set.

First, he signed a simple performance contract, affiliating it to Lu Ban's film and television company. If he really wanted to enter the film and television industry in the future, he could then switch to a formal artist contract.

Next, Zhou Heming received a shooting schedule.

The two-week schedule detailed the content of each scene at each filming location, the time required, including makeup, location changes, and lunch breaks.

Moreover, these scenes are not linear, but are divided according to the scene. For example, the scene in the hospice ward takes up about one-third of the content and takes five or six days to shoot. It was not finished until the 18th. Then the scene was moved to Heming Township for a day and a half of shooting, and then the scene was moved to other places.

So you'll see scenes where the protagonist is a newcomer, and the next scene is the finale; in one scene, the patient has passed away, and in the next scene, she's just been admitted to the hospital—such bizarre developments.

"Was it really necessary to arrange things this meticulously?"

Filming of the hospital scenes began immediately after the opening ceremony. Zhou Heming looked at the schedule and remarked with emotion.

"Of course, this schedule is actually quite generous. Many scenes don't actually need that much time. This includes the extra time for reshooting several times. For someone like me who got it right in one take, there's even time to rest."

Lu Bai said from the side that she didn't have any scenes to film this afternoon, so she was able to explain things to Zhou Heming.

"But when I watch a lot of movie behind-the-scenes footage, I see that the director will scrutinize the details, and as a result, it can take several days to shoot just one shot."

Zhou Heming thought of a famous director who liked to wear sunglasses.

"Those are movies, blockbusters. The directors have capital, the investors have patience, and the actors are willing to work hard for fame. Our low-budget web series need to be used wisely."

Lu Bai smiled.

"Those with money have their way of filming, and those with money have theirs."

Zhou Heming concluded.

"bingo!"

Lu Bai snapped his fingers and then pointed into the distance.

"Look, over there is the lead actress for this show, Wu Yi."

Following Lu Bai's finger, Zhou Heming saw a young and beautiful girl, but she was wearing makeup and a doctor's white coat, making her look much more mature.

"He used to be a member of an idol group, but after the group's contract expired and he graduated, he participated in variety shows and filmed web dramas, so he has some popularity."

The lead actor seemed quite dedicated, focusing intently on the script while listening to Lu Ban and Cui Ming discuss the scene.

“These actors are naturally well-connected. For them, filming web series is considered a step down. Those with good resources can directly film movies without stopping.”

Lu Bai looked at them with a hint of envy.

At this moment, Zhou Heming saw that Director Lu Ban raised his head, looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on this side.

Then, Director Lu Ban waved.

"Is this a signal for us to go over?"

Zhou Heming glanced at Lu Bai, puzzled.

"I don't know, let's go and take a look first."

As Lu Bai led Zhou Heming over, they heard Director Lu Ban's voice.

“Perfect timing. You’re all around the same age. Get to know each other and practice a scene while they’re still getting their makeup done over there.”

He handed a photocopy of the script to Zhou Heming.

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