Journey To the World of Film and Television

  Chapter 14 Alone. Martial arts!

"I know a girl. That day in the side hall of the Qing Temple, I was in front of the table and she was under the table. The moment I lifted the tablecloth and saw her, I felt that this life was her. At that time, her In his hand, he held a chicken leg."

  Fan Xian got up and took a jewelry box from the bookcase next to him. Before he opened it, Zhou Ji smelled a bad smell.

   "Did you bring it back?" Fan Ruoruo's eyes widened, in disbelief.

   "That's it." Fan Xian looked like a child who bought a new toy, holding it in his hand to show off to Zhou Ji. "This is a token of love."

   "Are you still keeping it? It's already rotten." Fan Ruoruo twitched her nose, saw Fan Xian's staring eyes, and carefully tried her wording. "The keepsake is still so refined?"

   Zhou Ji interrupted Fan Xian's thoughts with a look of disgust.

   "Let me ask you, isn't that girl particularly beautiful?"

   "That's right, she's very beautiful, just like a fairy in the sky." Fan Xian hugged the wooden box and said with a chuckle. After speaking, he came to his senses and asked curiously, "How do you know?"

  Zhou Ji joked with a smile all over his face: "I don't think you will fall in love with him at first sight if he is not beautiful."

   "Did you fall in love at first sight? It was clearly a love affair." Zhou Ji made another stab.

  Fan Ruoruo's expression changed slightly, she was slightly displeased, in her routine life, few people would speak like this.

   On the contrary, Fan Xian was not angry, but smiled at Zhou Ji, wanton and carefree.

  After so many years, someone finally managed to joke about modern society with him. The feeling of breaking free from the shackles and shackles made him extremely relaxed, so Fan Xian smiled very happily, and he also understood that Zhou Ji was completely joking.

   Besides, what’s wrong with liking pretty people?

  Who doesn't like good looking?

  Fan Ruoruo had never seen Fan Xian smile so happily. The two seemed to be meeting for the first time, but they seemed to be close friends who had known each other for many years. They didn't seem to care about some unscrupulous words.

   All the unhappiness in my heart dissipated, as if infected by the two, a smile appeared on Fan Ruoruo's face.

  She is happy that her brother has made another friend.

   Made an agreement to go to the poetry meeting together tomorrow, Zhou Ji persuaded Fan Xian repeatedly to stay, and finally stayed overnight in Fan's mansion.

  Different from Teng Zijing, he has an innocent household registration and is Fan Xian's "old friend", so after visiting Fan Jian and Aunt Liu, he was invited to the dinner as a guest.

Perhaps because of Ye Qingmei's influence, the Fan family does not have those cumbersome rules of other families, just a simple long table with a few sets of bowls and chopsticks, no maids serving wine and tea, and no servants passing dishes to clear dishes .

  Fan Mansion's night banquet, it is said that the dinner actually only has seven or eight dishes, the dishes are simple and exquisite, with a combination of meat and vegetables, not as luxurious as Zhou Ji imagined.

Over the years, Fan Jian threw Fan Xian to Danzhou and ignored him, fearing that if he got closer to him, he would bring trouble to Fan Xian. He knew that he owed a lot to him, so he had a good impression of Zhou Ji. After all, Fan Xian knew him. First friend, it's okay to have eccentric habits.

Due to her personality, Aunt Liu has always put on airs in front of outsiders, showing off her "mother's" elegant temperament, so she is indifferent to Zhou Ji, and even a few polite questions are polite inquiries, but she is warm to Fan Xian It's like your own son.

  The happy appearance of the family moved Zhou Ji a little.

   The last time he had dinner with his parents was more than ten years ago, right? Since his parents divorced and each formed a new family, he moved out of the house. At the beginning, he occasionally saw each other, but as his parents gave birth to a new life, the two families really got on the right track. The family lost contact.

   After all, no matter where he went, he was the redundant one, embarrassing himself, and the two families were also embarrassed.

  The spring is cold and cold, and it is warm and cool at the same time.

  Zhou Ji leaned against the window in his unlined clothes, recalling his conversation with Fan Xian after the dinner, with mixed feelings in his heart.

  "You stand on the bridge to see the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you from under the bridge."

   "What a Feng Yuxiu! What a Xiahou Wu! What a "One Man's Martial Arts"!"

  "Reality is also illusion, so what is real?"

  Zhou Ji is not the only one suffering from insomnia.

  In another small courtyard not far away, Fan Xian was also tossing and turning sleeplessly.

  The two exchanged information just now, and learned from the conversation that this world is not the different world he imagined. The ground under his feet has changed, but the stars above his head are still the sky he looked up to back then.

  Using the compass in Zhou Ji's bag, Fan Xian found the Big Dipper, Big Horn, Spica, Leo, and Orion.

  Fan Xian was completely stunned when the big spring triangle formed into one piece in the starry sky.

   The confusion of his thoughts made him somewhat unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Especially after he said casually, "Feng Yuxiu? Xiahouwu? Coincidentally, there are two characters with this name in a movie I watched before." Zhou Ji turned from horror to confusion, and finally became furious. Momentarily depressed expression.

   He will never forget it.

  The saddest thing about a person is that life is just a process written by others, and everything is false, including himself.

  Zhou Ji didn't reveal too much about the origin before time travel, but through the changes in his eyes, Fan Xian already guessed the general idea in his heart.

  If it is said that Zhou Ji came from a false world, is it possible that the world that Fan Xian lives in is also someone else's novel or movie?

  Fan Xian didn't dare to think too much, but subconsciously kept thinking about it.

  I’m different from Zhou Ji. He came from the film world in 2012. I still clearly remember that I’m from 2020. Although I don’t know why I traveled through time, from birth to now, I have a clear memory of my previous life.

  In the end, I could only lie to myself with such an excuse, and lay down in a daze until dawn.

  ………

  The next morning.

  Fan Ruoruo dressed up for the poetry meeting, and went to Fan Xian's courtyard. Seeing Fan Xian's complexion, he asked in surprise, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

  Fan Xian shook his head, and said hoarsely, "I didn't sleep well last night, just eat something later and adjust your breathing for a while."

   After speaking, he suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Where is Zhou Ji? Is he awake?"

Fan Ruoruo shook his head and chuckled, thinking that Fan Xian was so excited that he was going to find a girl with chicken legs at the poetry meeting today, so he stayed up all night excitedly, and couldn't help complaining: "Just now, the maid told me that Mr. Zhou's complexion is not very good, and he has been in the courtyard Pranayama."

  Where do you get up early? Presumably he didn't sleep all night, so he closed his eyes now!

   Not worrying about scarcity, but about unevenness, and hearing that Zhou Ji also suffered from insomnia all night, Fan Xian's mental balance became much better.

   After washing up briefly, Fan Xian and Fan Ruoruo went to the small courtyard where Zhou Ji was. As soon as they entered the courtyard, Zhou Ji slowly opened his eyes and met his gaze.

   "Oh~"

   "Oh~"

  Two sighs came out at the same time. After the two looked at each other, they each smiled wryly.

Fortunately, both of them are cheerful, so they don’t have to think about things they can’t figure out. The three philosophical questions are not something they should consider. If there are people like Plato and Aristotle in the world of the heavens, then Just leave it to them to answer.

  (end of this chapter)