I'm in Wuha, and the whole internet is shipping me and Song Yuqi as a couple.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sea breeze gradually turned cool.

The old street area on the west side of the film and television base was completely cleared by staff, and a long cordon was set up around it.

Director Wu changed into a dark green overall vest, held a megaphone, and stood on the steps of the old red brick building.

Director Wu pressed the remote control in his hand, and the retro spotlights above the old building's lintel lit up one after another.

"Dear teachers, the break is over. Now we will begin the second half of our immersive mystery session."

The theme is "Searching for Erased Memories".

"The story is set ten years ago at a seaside arts high school, where you need to search for lost old files."

Chen He rubbed his stomach and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Could we have a more relaxed session where we sit, eat sunflower seeds, and chat?"

Deng Chao slapped him on the shoulder from the side.

"You talk too much, hurry up and finish recording so we can go eat seafood."

Director Wu completely ignored Chen He's protest and pointed to the old building in front of him.

"Because the clues are extremely scattered, everyone must work individually and search their own designated areas independently."

"Jiang Che is in charge of the art classroom on the second floor."

"Brother Chao, go to the administration office on the first floor."

"Chen He, go to the broadcasting station on the third floor."

"Lu Han and Xiao Qin are in charge of the laboratory building."

Director Wu's gaze finally settled on Song Yuqi's face.

"Yuqi, you're in charge of the abandoned music room in the corner of the backyard; the clues there are crucial."

Song Yuqi subconsciously turned her head to look at Jiang Che, who was standing three steps away.

Jiang Che seemed somewhat absent-minded, his eyes lowered, and his hands still in his coat pockets.

He's had this cold and aloof look ever since noon.

Song Yuqi was seething with anger, so she turned her head to the other side and replied defiantly.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

She walked briskly towards the bluestone path in the backyard, wearing sneakers.

Jiang Che raised his eyelids and looked at Song Yuqi's departing figure with a complicated expression.

Chen He moved closer to Jiang Che and nudged him in the side with his elbow, his voice very low.

"Chef, that's enough. I think you're really pushing Yuqi to her limit."

Jiang Che looked away, his tone flat.

"Prepare to start work, proceed according to the original plan."

Deng Chao made a confirmation gesture from the side, and the group quickly dispersed, each heading to their designated positions.

The abandoned music room in the backyard looked rather desolate.

The wooden door was ajar, and when pushed open, it made a creaking, screeching sound.

The room was dimly lit, and a faint smell of old paper lingered in the air.

In the very center stood an upright piano covered with a white cloth, and on the wooden table next to it lay a pile of thick books.

Song Yuqi walked to the table and reached out to open the first drawer.

The drawer was empty except for a few rusty thumbtacks.

She lifted the dust cover off the piano again and searched around under the keys, but still found nothing.

"Where did Director Wu hide the clues?"

Song Yuqi muttered to herself as she bent down to examine the hidden compartment at the bottom of the table.

The wooden panel of the hidden compartment was a little loose. She pulled it casually, and several yellowed musical scores slid to the floor.

Song Yuqi reached out and picked up the paper.

When she saw the words on the paper, her breath suddenly stopped.

The handwriting was strong and vigorous, and in the lower right corner, there was a familiar initial.

This is Jiang Che's handwriting from high school.

The edges of the paper were already a bit rough, and an unfinished melody was recorded on it, with lyrics that had been revised many times.

One of the lyrics was highlighted in red: "The summer wind blows across the playground, and you write my name on my palm."

Song Yuqi's eyes began to sting.

This was a sentence she secretly wrote in Jiang Che's notebook when she was in her second year of high school.

She assumed Jiang Che had already thrown the draft into the trash can.

Surprisingly, these discarded musical scores were preserved intact.

At the very bottom of the sheet music, there was a black push-button pen.

The plastic casing of the pen is somewhat faded, and there is a tiny strawberry sticker on the button.

That was an anti-counterfeiting mark she casually stuck on back then.

Song Yuqi picked up the pen, her fingers tracing the rough edge of the sticker.

This guy clearly remembers everything.

So what was he pretending to be so profound during the day?

Why deliberately ignore her?

Why push her away in front of all the cameras and guests?

Just as Song Yuqi was filled with grievances and doubts, a loud argument suddenly broke out in the corridor outside the door.

"Jiang Che! You stop right there!"

Director Wu's furious voice came through the wooden door, sounding extremely harsh.

"It's clearly stated in the contract that the production team retains the right to use all props and background materials!"

"What gives you the right to say you won't record anymore?!"

Then came a heavy thud, like the sound of a folder slamming against an iron gate.

Jiang Che's icy voice echoed outside the door.

"I'll say it one last time: take all those drafts back."

"This is my personal privacy, not a script you use to gain traffic!"

Chen He's urgent voice followed, sounding somewhat flustered.

"Hey chef! Calm down! Director Wu was just doing it for the sake of the show!"

"Old Wu, you should say less. You know how short-tempered Xiao Che can be!"

Deng Chao's loud voice was also trying to mediate the fight.

"Stop arguing! The cameras are still on! What are they filming us like this?!"

"Xiao Che, pick up the script first, and let's go inside and discuss it slowly, okay?"

Director Wu snorted coldly, his tone extremely firm.

"What's there to discuss? This scene has to be filmed today!"

"If you walk out that door now, the entire finale special will have to be canceled!"

"The penalty for breach of contract is calculated daily. You should consider it carefully!"

The arguing outside grew louder and louder, and even the sounds of pulling and shoving could be heard.

The pen in Song Yuqi's hand fell to the ground with a thud.

She could no longer care about the old sheet music in her hand, and she flung open the wooden door of the music room and rushed out.

The light in the corridor was blocked by several figures.

Jiang Che stood with his back to the music room, the hem of his black trench coat swaying in the wind.

A dozen or so torn pieces of white script paper were scattered on the cement ground at my feet.

Director Wu's face was ashen, his hand gripping the walkie-talkie, his chest heaving violently.

Chen He and Deng Chao each grabbed Jiang Che's arms on either side, pulling him backward with all their might.

"Jiang Che!"

Song Yuqi called out and quickly ran towards Jiang Che.

Jiang Che turned his head and glanced at her.

His eyes were extremely cold, his face was taut, and the veins on his forehead were slightly visible.

That was a coldness and aloofness that Song Yuqi had never seen on his face before.

Song Yuqi's heart skipped a beat, and she reached out to grab Jiang Che's sleeve.

"Jiang Che, what happened? Don't be impulsive..."

Jiang Che didn't let her touch his sleeve, and took a half step back.

He flung Chen He and Deng Chao's arms away and stared blankly at Director Wu in front of him.

"This show, let whoever wants to record it record it."

After saying this, Jiang Che turned around and strode towards the emergency exit at the end of the corridor.

The leather shoes made a crisp, clean sound as they stepped on the scraps of paper.

"Jiang Che! Stop right there!"

Song Yuqi panicked and took a step to chase after him.

Two security personnel in black uniforms immediately stepped forward and stood firmly in front of Song Yuqi.

Director Wu grabbed Song Yuqi's wrist, his expression extremely serious.

"Yuqi! You can't leave!"

"The solo search shots are crucial right now; the clues in the music room haven't been filmed yet!"

Song Yuqi struggled fiercely, trying to shake off Director Wu's hand.

"Director Wu, let go of me! He's already gone, what's the point of recording anymore?!"

"What exactly did you take from him? Why are you pressuring him?!"

Chen He sighed and squatted down to pick up the scraps of paper on the ground.

"Yuqi, don't make things worse."

"Jiang Che just slammed his fist on the table with Director Wu over the copyright of an old song from back then."

"Director Wu insisted on including his high school recording in the final cut, but Jiang Che disagreed, and the two sides clashed."

Deng Chao also came over to dissuade her, standing in front of Song Yuqi.

"Yes, Yuqi, Xiaoche has too strong a temper; no one can persuade him otherwise."

"Just focus on completing your task, and we'll handle the rest."

The large iron gate to the emergency exit was slammed shut with a loud bang.

Only a dull, echoing impact remained in the empty corridor.

Jiang Che's figure completely disappeared behind the door.

Song Yuqi stopped struggling.

She stared at the tightly closed iron gate, tears welling up in her eyes, her vision blurring.

The coldness, rejection, and bureaucratic alienation that had plagued the entire day found their source at this moment.

She thought Jiang Che had changed his mind, or that he was afraid of public opinion and wanted to back down.

It turns out that the production team was secretly making a fuss about their past memories, which forced him to lose his temper on the spot.

And just now, she was in the music room doubting him and still sulking with him.

Song Yuqi's nose stung terribly, and she finally couldn't hold back her tears, which rolled down her fair cheeks.

She raised the back of her hand to wipe away her tears, turned to look at Director Wu, her voice trembling with obvious sobs and anger.

"Wu Zheng, I'm not recording anymore."

Director Wu was taken aback, seemingly not expecting her reaction to be so intense.

"Yuqi, this is work, you can't be willful."

"I said I'm not recording anymore!"

Song Yuqi forcefully pushed away the security personnel in front of her, raising her voice considerably.

"You're using someone else's memories as a gimmick, and forcing him to do things he doesn't want to do!"

"Let whoever wants to film this terrible script take it!"

She turned around, bent down to pick up the black pen that had fallen by the door, and held it tightly in her palm.

Then, Song Yuqi lifted the hem of her skirt and, ignoring everyone's attempts to stop her, ran wildly toward the emergency exit.

At that moment, the walkie-talkie in the corridor emitted a slight electrical static.

Deng Chao straightened up, dusted off his hands, and turned to look at Chen He.

Chen He wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered something under his breath.

"Old Wu, isn't this acting a bit too much?"

"Yuqi's tears are falling so hard, Xiao Che is probably going to be punished by kneeling on a washboard later."

Director Wu looked at the monitor screen, raised his hand to wipe the tip of his nose, and pressed the call button on his ear.

"Attention all departments, the female lead has left the scene."

"The ancient town's thousand-light matrix is ​​immediately powered on, and the drone formation takes off in preparation."

"The male lead role is yours to play."