May 16, Hangzhou, Zhejiang.

When the plane landed, it was already twelve o'clock and it was drizzling in the sky.

This was Chen Fu's second time in Hangzhou. He went out to travel in the dormitory during his university years. During the National Day Golden Week, his impression of Hangzhou was probably the crowded crowd and rich food.

For example, steamed meat patties, Wushan roast chicken, and the dark cuisine that the old Hangzhou fans love - pickled amaranth stems.

Growing up in the north since childhood, Chen Fu has no resistance to such a beautiful and elegant city. She has always wanted to go to West Lake again, and I don’t know if she will have a chance in a few days.

She pushed her luggage out of the terminal and turned on her phone. Xiaoshan Airport is still two hours away from Hengdian. She delayed a day due to gastroenteritis and did not follow the main force. She had to find her own way.

To be ashamed, she is a completely ignorant. From childhood to adulthood, she has countless things like getting lost in the mall and taking the subway to the back.

The bus to Hengdian was at 2:00 a.m. Chen Fu repeatedly checked the departure time and decided to find some food to fill her stomach first.

After not taking two steps, the phone rang.

It was a string of strange Beijing numbers, she picked it up: "Hey?"

"Miss Chen?" The voice on the other end was a little familiar, and he issued a name: "I am Komatsu."

"Komatsu...Brother." Chen Fu confirmed the title, "Is there anything wrong?"

Komatsu said: "Are you still at the airport? I'll arrive for about a quarter of an hour. Stay there and don't run around. The boss asked me to pick you up."

Chen Fu was stunned for a moment and realized that he was talking about Jiang Shutong, "Oh, okay."

But, has he arrived in Hengdian?

Xiaosong was driving, and Chen Fu didn't ask much questions. After hanging up, she went to check WeChat. There was indeed a message from Jiang Shutong: [Don't run around after getting off the plane, Xiaosong will pick you up.]

Chen Fu replied with the word "光", and there was no movement on the other end, so he should be busy.

She had sudden gastroenteritis, and she only said she was unwell to the crew, and no one cared about her, a small screenwriter after that. Moreover, after reading the notice, Jiang Shutong should have arrived tomorrow, so why would he be...

Just as he was thinking about it, Xiao Song had already found him, Chen Fu handed over his luggage, thanked him and got into the car.

She had a fever in the early morning and hadn't eaten or rushed to the plane for nearly a day. She was still a little dizzy and had no strength.

Komatsu thoughtfully handed over the hot water, "The cup is new, and there is no parking here. We will find a place to eat on the way later."

"No." As Jiang Shutong's assistant, Komatsu is quite famous. Chen Fu shook her head decisively and asked, "When did you arrive?"

"It was also this morning." Komatsu explained: "The boss went to Shanghai to have an event yesterday, so he came by the way."

Chen Fu nodded, leaned on the seat and pretended to sleep. After a while, she really fell asleep. When she woke up, the car was already far away from the city.

The rain stopped and the clouds gradually dispersed. I rolled down the car window and looked out. The green mountains in the distance were covered with green mountains, and the birds chirped in my ears, and the air was filled with the fragrance of soil.

Chen Fu took a deep breath and felt that her limbs and bones were filled with new vitality.

Seeing her awakening, Komatsu increased the speed appropriately, "It's almost here."

Twenty minutes later, Hengdian.

Chen Fu followed Komatsu, perhaps because she was a little nervous because she joined the group for the first time.

The screenwriter and the team have two main tasks: one is to modify the original script that is not satisfactory enough, and the other is to modify the scenes that cannot be filmed due to temporary conditions, and give an alternative plan.

She had heard from experienced seniors before that if she was lucky, the screenwriter would be the easiest one in the entire crew. No one cared about walking around in Hengdian. Just keep your phone open for 24 hours and be on call.

But it is common for people to be unlucky when they are busy day and night. Sometimes people are tight and they will help with chores, and even be pulled over to be an extra.

"The 208 room in front is where you usually have meetings." Komatsu introduced as she walked, "Your room is on the sixth floor. This is the room card. I will send you your luggage first and then have someone to bring some food."

Komatsu's arrangements were all in every detail, and Chen Fu was nodding even the way.

When she entered the room, she was shocked.

This is an ensuite, kitchen, bedroom and living room, and the decoration is very transparent blue. It is facing the door, with large floor-to-ceiling windows and a wide view.

"Uh." Chen Fu didn't take a step for a long time, "Isn't this... good?"

No matter how abundant the crew is, they cannot spend it like this. Just think about it, she, a little screenwriter, cannot live in such a good room.

"It's okay." Komatsu put down his luggage, "You live with peace of mind, the boss next door is very safe."

"ah?"

Next door is Jiang Shutong? Chen Fu seems to be hit by a blow.

Generally speaking, when celebrities stay in a hotel, they will arrange their own assistants in the next room to avoid unnecessary trouble.

She stretched out her fingers and pointed to the other side tremblingly, "What about this room?"

Komatsu thought for a moment, "Lin Jialuo."

Chen Fu took a breath and asked again: "Where is Senior Brother Xu?"

“It seems to be on the fourth floor.”

Chen Fu was silent for two seconds, "Brother Song, I want to change a room."

Although it is normal for something special to happen in a crew, she doesn't like this.

As a screenwriter, Xu Ziqian has a much higher qualification than her, but is not as good as a rookie, which is neither reasonable nor understandable.

Komatsu was a little embarrassed, so he turned around and called, hung up and said, "Our crew has not many rooms in this hotel. Now there is only one on the third floor, but that is the one left."

Chen Fu clapped her hands, "That's the one."

"Okay." Komatsu thought about talking to the boss later, and reminded him: "Then remember to find me if you need it."

Finally settled down, Chen Fu rolled on the bed and prepared to take a shower to see the director downstairs.

When I entered the bathroom, I found that the shower was broken.

No wonder he was left. Chen Fu grabbed her hair in depression, dialed the front desk phone number but no one answered, so she had to go downstairs by herself.

I met a girl with short hair, who was Chen Sihan's assistant. She read the script a week ago and they met once.

Unexpectedly, she recognized herself and took the initiative to talk to her: "Are you Screenwriter Chen?"

Chen Fu followed and smiled, "Hello."

"Hello, hello." The other party introduced himself warmly, "My name is He Tongxin, just call me Xinxin."

"Shenfu. Puff's Fu."

Xinxin pointed behind Chen Fu, "You live in this room? This shower is broken and the toilet cannot be used. How can you, a little girl, live in this room? It's too bullying."

She became more and more angry as she spoke: "I knew that those people had nothing good. Let's go, I'll take you to the director."

"Uh. No," Chen Fu was pulled into the elevator by Xinxin, "Just say it to the front desk myself."

Xinxin felt even more distressed and kept chatting: "It's okay, I'll accompany you to help Sihan deliver the charger. Don't be afraid, Director Chen is very caring, just say it boldly."

Chen Fu was stunned for a moment and grabbed the point: "Are you all here?"

"Yes. It's a meeting. So don't be afraid. If we don't help, we Sihan will help you. At this time, the more you swallow your anger, the more bullied you will be. I was like this when I first came out to do it..."

Xinxin spoke very quickly. Chen Fu tried twice without interrupting her words, and she went all the way to 208.

This is a modified conference room and serves as a concentration place for future meetings between groups.

When I knocked on the door and went in, there were many people sitting inside.

Several starring actors were chatting on the sofa, and the other director and staff gathered at the round table to confirm tomorrow's start-up ceremony.

Lin Jialuo poked Jiang Shutong with his arm, "What's the situation?"

Jiang Shutong looked at him in his sight. After a few days, the girl seemed to have lost weight, with her head hanging down, and her little face looked like she was not bloody at all.

He frowned, "I was sick two days ago."

"So serious?"

Jiang Shu said "hmm" with the same voice, saying, "I have been weak since childhood."

He had just arrived at the crew in the morning and didn't have time to ask anything. He knew nothing more than Lin Jialuo.

Seeing the director busy, Xinxin simply pulled Chen Fu to the sofa, "It's so bullying that such a little girl can live in that kind of room."

Jiang Shutong raised his eyebrows, a little confused, "What?"

Xinxin explained: "There is a room on the third floor. The toilet shower was completely broken. Everyone was unwilling to live yesterday. Unexpectedly, when I saw it today, I pushed it to Screenwriter Chen."

Lin Jialuo looked at Jiang Shutong with a little condemnation, and the latter's eyes slowly fell back to Chen Fu.

Chen Fu's eyes wandered and she didn't dare to look at him.

The air seemed to be quiet.

The director noticed the situation here and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Jiang Shutong probably guessed what was going on. He dusted the corner of his clothes and stood up, walked to Chen Fu, and looked down at her: "The director is busy, come with me."

No need... This is not good...

This master is obviously in a bad mood now. Chen Fu goes to see Xinxin in despair. The latter's eyes are full of envious light, and he waves his hand and whispers: "Go quickly!"

...

Outside the door.
To be continued...