After the breakup, I brought glory to my family and country

Chapter 22 022: Illusion or Reality

"Go left, go through the corridor, and then turn right." Song Zhi walked along the route given to her by Fang Zhiming, still muttering in her mouth.

When she reached the end of the corridor, she stopped and looked at the thick wall in silence.

Yes, she was lost again.

She stepped forward and knocked on the wall, trying to find evidence that it was a hollow wall specially built to block her right turn.

A thick voice came out, but of course she missed it, and her white finger bones were covered with a layer of light pink.

Song Zhi returned calmly, took out his mobile phone and made a call to Fang Zhiming, who quickly answered the call.

"Hey, Director Fang, the route you sent me is wrong. I didn't find the place where the show was recorded."

One of the attributes of a road idiot is exposed at this moment: he never admits that he is a road idiot.

Fang Zhiming also didn't expect that Song Zhi would try to hide her nature as a road idiot, so he thought it was a mistake and apologized hastily: "I'm sorry, Miss Song, it was my negligence. Where are you now?"

Song Zhi raised his head and looked around. He noticed a sign on the door saying "General Manager's Office" and said to his cell phone: "I'm at the door of the General Manager's Office."

"Okay, okay, Miss Song, just stand there and don't move. I'll send someone to pick you up." Fang Zhiming said.

"Yeah." She knew that if she walked around she would lose her way again, so she stood in place obediently and did not move around.

"Xiao Wang, go to the door of the general manager's office and pick up Miss Song." Fang Zhiming was very busy at the show site. He was adjusting the equipment and rectifying the background board. He did everything himself, so he called A reliable person.

Wang Chuan was testing the microphone when he was called. He raised the microphone and asked excitedly: "Miss Song? Is that the women's basketball captain Song Zhi?"

Nourishes—

The microphone gave off a burst of electricity.

The smile on Wang Chuan's face immediately retracted, with regret on his face: "No, Director Fang, there is something wrong with the microphone, and I can't leave for the time being."

Fang Zhiming was about to assign someone else to do it when a steady voice came from the door.

"Uncle, let me go."

Fang Zhiming looked towards the familiar voice. Jiang Yu was lazily leaning against the wall, seemingly speaking inadvertently.

Who knew that he was in the guest lounge next door, and as soon as he heard the word "Song Zhi" coming from the microphone, he ran over, pretending to be passing by by chance.

"Ayu, you're here." Fang Zhiming stepped forward to greet him, "Do you know what Miss Song looks like?"

Fang Zhiming still doesn't know what happened between the two of them before.

"Yeah." Jiang Yu knew what she looked like so well that he could recognize her even if she turned into ashes.

Fang Zhiming patted his shoulder and expressed that he was very pleased that he could come out to help. After all, Jiang Yu had always avoided anything that had anything to do with the family business, just to prevent others from thinking that he could leave. What got me to this point was my family.

He smiled and said, "Go ahead, she will be waiting for you at the door of the general manager's office."

"Okay." Jiang Yu responded, turned around and left.

Along the way, he brushed his hair four times, straightened his tie three times, and straightened his cuffs twice.

Finally at the corner, he saw her back.

Jiang Yu slowed down and walked quietly behind her, hiding all the excitement and nervousness on his face.

Song Zhi lowered his head in boredom and walked around in circles. He turned around and bumped into a hard chest.

Realizing that she had hit someone, she was startled and quickly took a step back.

"Sorry." Song Zhi apologized sincerely.

"Come with me." Jiang Yu said calmly, but his tone was incomprehensible.The familiar voice reached Song Zhi's ears, and her heart skipped a beat. She looked up suddenly, but she only saw the man's upright back, which was equally familiar.

She will not admit it wrong, that is Jiang Yu!

Jiang Yu had already walked forward for a certain distance, and when he felt that the people behind him were not following him, he frowned, turned around and saw Song Zhi still frozen in place, and said coldly: "Follow me, or you will get lost again. "

Song Zhi's brain was still in a daze, but he turned around and stared at him with his eyes.The sun cast a halo on him, casting a slender shadow on the ground, like a boy who stepped out of a comic book.

She closed her eyes tightly, then opened them suddenly. Seeing that the person in front of her had not disappeared, she realized that this was not an illusion, and took steps to follow him.

It's no wonder that Song Zhi was stunned, after all, it was common for this illusion to appear around her in the past two years.When she was cooking, this illusion would hug her from behind and bury his head in the crook of her neck; when she fell asleep on the sofa with Huanhuan in her arms, he would hold her in his arms and coax her. She falls asleep.

The illusion is too real. When he actually exists, I dare not recognize him.

Song Zhi followed behind him, and when he was slower, she was slower. He suddenly accelerated, and Song Zhi also accelerated to catch up, but there was always a long distance between them.

The distance that could have been walked in 5 minutes was actually delayed by Jiang Yu for 10 minutes. The entire show was ready and waiting for the two of them.

"I brought you someone." Jiang Yu stopped on Fang Zhiming's left side.

"Director Fang." Song Zhi walked around to Fang Zhiming's right side and said hello to him.

Unexpectedly, Fang Zhiming didn't understand Song Zhi's intention at all. He took a step back and the turnstile made room for them.

He showed a friendly smile, looked at Song Zhi, and said, "Ms. Song, let me introduce to you. This is the guest who will be recording the show with you today, Jiang Yu."

He turned his head and looked at Jiang Yu: "Jiang Yu, this is Song Zhi."

Under normal circumstances, after the third party introduces the two people, it should be the time for them to express their friendly interaction, but they.
Jiang Yu had a cold face, completely different from when he had just volunteered to lead Song Zhi.

Jiang Yu said: She dumped me in the first place, and I also want to save face!

And Song Zhi's eyes were wandering, not knowing where to place them.

The atmosphere is a little subtle.

"Have you known each other before?" Fang Zhiming smelled something wrong.

Song Zhi took a deep breath and adjusted his mood.

"do not know."

Then she smiled and stretched out her hand: "Hello, I'm Song Zhi." The fake smile was indeed uglier than crying.

Jiang Yu's face became gloomy, and an unknown fire rose in his heart. Looking at Song Zhi's outstretched hand, he suddenly smiled.

He gently put his hand on the white hand, and then held it with a little more strength.

"Miss Song, it's true that noble people forget things." He gritted his molar teeth and said these words.

Song Zhi's smile froze on his face.

"Everyone knows each other now, so let's go in separately. The show will start recording soon."

Fortunately, Fang Zhiming came forward to smooth things over in time, so that the situation did not continue to be embarrassing.

There were two large sofas at the show site, one on the left and one on the left. Song Zhi and the men's singles champion of the national table tennis team sat on the left sofa, while Jiang Yu and the International Olympic gold medalist sat on the right, in the middle. Sitting host.

The auditorium was full of people.

The recording of the program has officially started.

(End of this chapter)