Chapter03.

Zhuang Qin couldn't remember it for a moment. When he heard Xiao Lian calling him there, he asked the man: "Sir, are you okay? Are you injured?"

The man shook his head, and Zhuang Qin clasped his hands together and apologized: "I'm so sorry! If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me."

"It's okay." The man said two words with savage words like gold, took off the veneer on his feet, and stood up.

Zhuang Qin glanced at him and thought he was so tall, so he ran towards Xiaolian with the snowboard.

Xiao Lian asked him worriedly if he had fallen. Zhuang Qin patted the snow on his body and said, "Don't mention it, I hit someone else's body and rolled twice."

"Ah?! Then does it hurt on your body? Are there any discomforts?"

"No, it doesn't hurt. If you fall so much, it won't hurt. How could I hurt?" Zhuang Qin waved his hand, took the coffee from him, and took a sip.

He slid until it was almost dark, and then he went to return the snow equipment with Xiao Lian. Only then did he realize that the snow card, passport and mobile phone on his body were gone.

After searching all my pockets, I couldn’t find them. Mobile phone snow card is a small matter, and passport is a big matter!

"Xiao Lian, call my cell phone. I may... don't know where it was thrown, it should be on the snow track."

Xiao Lian dialed him immediately, and after a few seconds, he actually picked him up!

"Brother Zhuang, someone will pick you up!"

Zhuang Qin quickly took off his helmet, took his cell phone from his hand, and answered with his ear: "Hello?"

He paused for a while on the other end of the phone and said, "I picked up my cell phone, passport, snow card, and waited for me outside the snow shop."

Zhuang Qin stayed for a second: "Oh...thank you."

Then he realized that his fluent Chinese and his words were as pampered as gold, he was the Chinese who accidentally bumped into a fallen Chinese just now.

This is a coincidence.

However, the ski resort itself was not crowded, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he met a kind-hearted person, otherwise he would have trouble losing his passport.

The phone hung up on the other end. Zhuang Qin wore heavy ski shoes and went out to wait for him. After thinking about it, he went to the next cafe to buy a cup of take-out latte.

His hat and sunglasses were in the storage cabinet, while his snow glasses, helmets and skis were watched by Xiao Lian. He could not return the snow equipment without a snow card. It is not as good as in China, and he cannot scan his face and there is no convenience.

With a scarf half covering his face, Zhuang Qin sat on the bench next to the snowman. It was already dark, and street lights and shop lights shone on the blue snow, and flying snowflakes fell in the air.

Small pieces of snowflakes landed, and he reached out to take one, with hexagonal shapes and patterns.

Because of the cold, I retracted my hands and held the newly packed latte.

The temperature is transferred to the palm of your hand through the paper cup.

He sat and waited for a few minutes and saw a man coming out of another door. The man was tall, wearing a white jacket, trousers and Martin boots wrapped in two long legs. He should be a guest at the resort hotel - the ski house used by hotel guests is different from those used by outside skiers.

Zhuang Qin looked up at him and caught a glimpse of the man's face with the helmet and snow mirror mask. He was stunned for a moment.

Li, Li Mu???

Zhuang Qin was surprised and thought for a moment that he had read it wrong. He was a little myopic and did not dare to be sure. He waited until the tall man approached and looked at it before confirming it.

The facial features with a little mixed-blood color are not big, narrow and deep in the eye sockets, and the pupils are not pure black, and are dyed with blue, which is inherited from the mother's bloodline. The face is very deep and there is a small mole on the tip of the nose. The whole face is cold, as if it is stained with ice and snow, which makes people intimidate.

——It’s really the Best Actress Li.

He admitted his mistake!

Zhuang Qin has watched all the movies made by Li Mu, and has watched them repeatedly many times. He can't help but wonder what would this character be like if he played it himself?

He will definitely not be better than him.

Zhuang Qin was a little jealous of his talent and envied such a smooth acting career.

No wonder it sounds familiar.

Li Mu walked up to him and lowered his head to confirm.

The clothes were the same, and the eyes looked the same. The talking eyes seemed to be trapped in something very shocked, staring at themselves in a daze, not blinking, like a frightened deer.

Zhuang Qin's short black hair was a little messy, his nose was slightly red from cold, and his eyelashes were stained with snowflakes. He watched the other party give him three things he had lost to himself, and he came back to his senses, and hurriedly reached out to take it: "Thank you, thank you so much."

The man nodded expressionlessly and turned away.

"Wait..." Zhuang Qin hesitated and almost called out his name, "This is..."

"Coffee?" Li Mu looked down at the paper cup holding the hands, his fingertips were frozen red.

"It's a thank you gift. The latte is not bitter. Do you want a candy bag?" Zhuang Qin looked up at him.

In the circle, Li's reputation is very good. He is very low-key. He only films movies and keeps the rhythm of filming for one or two years, or three years. But the whole circle knows that he has a good reputation but a bad temper. He is an extremely cold person who doesn't care about others casually and dares to step on anyone's face. The most annoying thing is that others tie him up to hype him up.

Such a person who is not hyped, never buys press release marketing, and does not even have a social account, has unexpectedly many fans.

"No." Li Mu didn't drink the latte, but he took it, nodded to express his gratitude, and turned around and left.

Zhuang Qin sat there, with a little incredible look in his eyes, and kept staring at his back without entering the smirk.

It's so amazing. I called Director Guo yesterday and said I wanted to take on his scene. Today I met Li Mu in Minnesota...

What is Li Mu doing here?

He hasn't filmed "Hidden Heart" yet, and he is not an actor... he just came to play?

Zhuang Qin was full of "so coincidental" and sighed and returned the snow utensil. On the other hand, Li Mu entered the snow house, carried a bag back to the room, took a small sip of the latte, but didn't like it. When he was about to throw it away, he suddenly saw a line of small words written on the paper cup with a water pen.

"Thank you, you are a good person! Happy Chinese New Year~"

The handwriting is neatly written.

Li Mu stared at the handwriting for a few seconds, and felt a little interesting, as if he was in a better mood.

"Dong!"

The coffee cup cannot escape the fate of throwing it into the trash can.

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When Zhuang Qin went back, he heard the teacher's wife say, "I just called you, it was answered by a stranger. He said he picked up your cell phone, I spoke English to him, and he spoke Chinese to me. There are very few Chinese tourists here."

It is rare for the master's wife to meet a few Chinese students - Chinese usually go to Denver to ski, so why do they come to Minnesota? Even if they come to Twin Cities, they are in the countryside, and few Chinese people will know about it.

Zhuang Qin was slightly ecstatic and heard Xiao Lian say that fortunately someone picked it up. Otherwise, if he lost his passport, he would have to contact the embassy first when he returned to China. Zhou Zhang would have to pay a lot of money, let alone Zhuang Qin was a celebrity.

"Brother Zhuang, why are you unscrupulous?" Xiao Lian reached out and shook his hand in front of him.

"Ah? Oh... I'm fine, I'm a little tired of slipping." After seeing Li Mu, many thoughts turned to his mind.

Xiao Lian unscrewed the thermos and asked him to drink some hot water: "Your junior brother seems to have arrived at the airport, and he can't come back because it's snowing, so he won't be able to come tomorrow."

"Yeah?"

"I just heard your master's wife call me," he whispered.

It started to dark at four o'clock here, and it was almost completely dark at five o'clock. In the evening, Xiao Lian came over and knocked on the door. Zhuang Qin opened the door and let him in: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Lian was behind his back, looking hesitant: "Just... Sister Wen called me just now."

"Oh?" Su Wen also contacted herself, and was talking about the fact that she had rejected the script of "Dingdongfeng". Zhuang Qin only replied one and ignored it.

"Sister Wen means that she communicated with Director Qu, and she can still fight for it. As long as you let it go..." Xiao Lian took out the script of "Dingdongfeng" behind Hidden, and begged him pitifully, "Brother Zhuang, this drama is really rare, pointing to the one that is about to explode. Haven't we signed all the contracts? You finally got this role. Isn't it true?"

"I really won't act anymore," Zhuang Qin comforted him with a relaxed look, "I've picked up a better book."

"Ah? Is it better than "Dingdongfeng"?" He opened his eyes wide.

"Of course," Zhuang Qin knew what he was worried about and comforted him, "Xiao Lian, don't worry about the company. You are my person. The company dare not do anything to you. If it makes a big fuss, I will keep you."

This sentence "You are my person" made Xiao Lian's face flush and he forgot what to say for a moment.

Zhuang Qin touched his hair: "Okay, don't worry about Sister Wen. I'll find out to reply to her later. It's getting late. You go back to your room to rest."

Xiao Lian was fascinated by him. At this moment, he forgot the death order that Sister Wen gave him, nodded in confusion and left.

After turning off the lights, Zhuang Qin put on his eye mask and lay down, but he couldn't sleep.

As time goes by, seven or eight years have passed, and that incident has had a smaller impact on him on the surface, but every time I go online, I just need to search for my name, which news is the original news.

All kinds of complex emotions surged towards him like a tide under the darkness that was blinded in front of him.

"Ding Dongfeng" is a large-scale costume drama. From the production, director and screenwriter sponsorship to the actor team, it shows that this is a first-class production.

In his previous life, in order to win the role he liked, he worked hard to get the script two months in advance, and studied at home, wrote a biography, got into the role, and dreamed.

His efforts were not in vain. After the audition, he defeated many veteran actors who had experience and advantages over him and got the role as he wished.

After filming for a month, he suddenly received news that his master's wife was seriously ill. He asked the crew for leave and wanted to go to the United States to visit his master's wife.

The crew arranged his scene that day, and he was in a hurry to leave. Seeing that he was so anxious that he was almost crying, the director let him go and asked the substitute to shoot a very dangerous martial arts scene.

For some reason, the force broke out. The substitute suddenly fell down when it was in the air. No one could react. The body fell sharply, stabbed into a erect bamboo pole, and the stomach broke out. Everyone was stunned. Several timid actresses were so scared that they cried loudly.

There was one who was splattered with blood and even left a psychological shadow. He left the circle directly and did not dare to film again for the rest of his life.
Chapter completed!