Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's son's ex-boyfriend

Occasionally, a barefoot child would chase after the car for a few steps, only to be called back by an adult.

The people here are speaking a language he can't understand a single word of.

The vegetation along the roadside grew increasingly lush, and the terraced fields and villages receded into the distance, leaving only the primeval forests that blocked out the sky.

Looking at the increasingly distant scenery outside the window, Song Xijin couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Could Lu Yu have been kidnapped and brought here? What kind of movie could be filmed in this place...?"

It was 6 p.m., and filming had just wrapped up.

As the setting sun shone down from above the mountain ridge, the entire village was enveloped in a golden-red twilight.

The crew was packing up their equipment; tracks and lighting fixtures were being dismantled and stored in dehumidifiers, and the extras were walking towards the village in twos and threes.

Several local children were curiously peering around the monitor.

Luo Yichuan took a bottle of mineral water from the prop box and jogged to catch up with Lu Yu, who was walking towards the rest area.

He was wearing a faded blue and white old school uniform, which was Anan's costume.

After graduating from junior high school, Anan always liked to wear this shirt. The cuffs were worn out from washing and had been mended several times, with messy stitches everywhere.

She hadn't removed her makeup yet, and there was a gray mark on her forehead from filming earlier.

He handed the water to Lu Yu with a smile, his tone carrying the kind of intimacy that only Ah Nan in the play could have: "Brother Ah Dong, have some water."

Even off-screen, Luo Yichuan liked to call Lu Yu "Brother Adong," claiming it was to get into character.

The director was also happy to see it happen.

When actors have a good relationship, the scenes they film naturally feel more authentic.

Lu Yu took the water, unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and glanced around the set, but didn't see Xiao Ma.

Normally, as soon as he finishes filming, Xiao Ma would rush over to hand him water and a towel, but today, unusually, he wasn't there.

"Where's Little Horse?"

Luo Yichuan casually replied, "Today, the villagers went to town to pick up their packages, and Xiao Ma and my assistant went with them."

This village is too remote; couriers don't deliver to the door at all, they just deliver to the courier station in the town.

Every two days, someone from the village would drive that dilapidated tricycle to the town to pick up everyone's packages and collect a small fee.

Since the film crew arrived, most of the packages have been delivered to the crew, so they don't accept much more.

I only charge 50 cents per item.

Song Xijin stood under a banana tree not far away, looking rather sinister.

He had been in the car for several hours, the mountain roads were so bumpy, his butt was almost sore from sitting so long.

The commercial vehicle's shock absorption system was practically useless on this terrible road; every pothole bounced solidly into his body.

After finally arriving at their destination, Song Xijin looked at the primitive village in front of her, where many houses were still made of bamboo.

The roof was thatched, and the walls were woven from bamboo strips.

Surrounded by mountains on all sides, the area is covered with dense vegetation, and the air is filled with the dampness of soil and trees.

Before nightfall, mosquitoes were already flying everywhere. The giant spotted mosquitoes, as big as flies, buzzed past his ears.

Song Xijin had only been out of the car for a few minutes when her exposed wrists and neck had already been bitten several times.

If Song Xijin hadn't come to this place in person, he would never have imagined that there was such a remote corner within the country.

He stood there, looking at everything before him, feeling that his life experiences of the previous twenty-six years had been refreshed at this moment.

Lu Yu has been living in this kind of place for the past twenty days or so?

Lu Yu was filming, so he didn't disturb him and just stood under the banana tree watching.

Lu Yu was wearing a tattered costume whose original color was no longer discernible, and his hair was a mess, making him look like a stray dog.

He was acting opposite the fair-skinned young man next to him.

Lu Yu's performance was so immersive, it was as if he was born to be this kind of person.

Dejected, listless, and aimless, he was a completely different person from the ethereal immortal in flowing white robes on the set of "The Immortals".

Song Xijin looked at him.

She's lost weight, gotten much darker, her cheeks are narrower, and her jawline is tighter.

When acting, he was fully immersed in the role, full of emotion, and almost shouted out the line despite the boy's advice.

Do you want me to be poor for the rest of my life?

As soon as the director yelled "Cut," he relaxed and reverted to being the quiet, indifferent Lu Yu he always was.

As soon as Lu Yu finished filming, Song Xijin witnessed this scene.

The fair-skinned actor next to Lu Yu stared intently at him with his large, round eyes, as if he wanted to stick his eyeballs to him.

He even handed Lu Yu water, and while he was handing her water, he was also smiling.

When she smiles, she has two deep dimples on her cheeks, making her look like a cute little puppy.

He even called Lu Yu "Brother Dong" in a sticky, affectionate voice, clearly trying to be cute on purpose.

She is definitely more likable than herself.

Song Xijin had never looked at Lu Yu like this before, never spoken to Lu Yu like this before, never stared at Lu Yu with such adoring eyes...

He had already looked at the information about the film crew while he was in the car. He knew they were making a movie about drug enforcement, and there were no romantic scenes.

This movie doesn't even have a female lead; it's all men.

But the way that person looked at Lu Yu was anything but innocent.

His eyes were filled with admiration and passion, carrying the boldness and undisguised worship unique to young people.

Ok.

She unilaterally said she wanted to break up with him, but then she started flirting with other men on set.

Although Lu Yu appeared to simply take the water and drink a normal sip, his expression remained largely unchanged throughout.

But that person was staring at Lu Yu with a smile.

Song Xijin knew that with Lu Yu's looks and figure, broad shoulders and long legs, and captivating eyes, she would attract attention wherever she stood.

She's someone people will remember no matter where she goes.

In the crew of "With Immortals", the supporting actors and staff would stare at Lu Yu on the sidelines every day.

Now that we've arrived in this remote and impoverished place, another little fanboy with big eyes has appeared.

Lu Yu seemed to sense something.

He was drinking water with his head tilted back when he suddenly felt a gaze fall on him, unlike the gazes he was used to on set.

Lu Yu, holding the mineral water bottle, followed that gaze and scanned to a corner of the film set.

My heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.

Song Xijin.

He was wearing a grayish-purple short-sleeved T-shirt, the hem of which was tucked into light blue straight-leg jeans, making his waist look slim and narrow.

She probably hasn't been eating properly again; she's even thinner than the last time we met.

His clothes and pants were covered in dust, and his white casual shoes were quite dirty, with mud spots all over the uppers.

His hair was also quite messy, with stray hairs falling casually down his forehead, partially obscuring his eyebrows and eyes.

She no longer possessed her usual refined and elegant demeanor.

His eyes were still clear and bright, with slightly upturned corners, and he was staring straight at Lu Yu.

A faint red tinge appeared in his eyes, as if they had been dried out by the mountain wind.

Or perhaps there are other reasons.

Song Xijin stood under a banana tree with broad leaves, surrounded by a primitive village, swarming mosquitoes, and muddy ground.

It doesn't fit in with his personality.

Yet it felt so real, unlike a hallucination.