Starting from Taohuawu, kilometers away

When Zhou Ye's RV stopped at the crew's rest area, it was the second day of Tian Xiwei and Li Cheng's cold war. She adjusted the angle of the pearl earrings in front of the makeup mirror. This was specially prepared by the stylist - the same Baroque style as the brooch Li Cheng wore in the airport street photo yesterday.

"Brother Cheng's iced American coffee." She knocked on the door of the leading actor's lounge, her fingertips tapping a brisk rhythm on the rim of the Starbucks cup. "I heard that you have been suffering from insomnia these past two days? I specially asked my assistant to buy some low-caffeine beans." The water droplets condensed on the cup flowed down Li Cheng's wrist as he took it, soaking the cuffs of the haute couture shirt he had just put on.

Li Cheng's smart watch suddenly vibrated, reminding him of the "private call" on his schedule.

He glanced at the tattoo on Zhou Ye's collarbone - it was a cursive script of classic lines from the movies he starred in, which was now slightly blurred by sweat.

The shouts of the field staff leaked in from outside the door, and the smell of Zhou Ye's perfume mixed with the aroma of coffee fermented in the small space.

"I sat in on your script reading last time, and Cheng Cheng's description of the progression of emotions really enlightened me."

She suddenly leaned over to look at the script that Li Cheng had spread out on the table, her hair brushing across the back of his hand. "I can never find the breaking point in this crying scene." Her diamond-studded nails touched the densely marked script, just covering the annotations that Tian Xiwei had written on Li Cheng's behalf with a highlighter.

Li Cheng's breathing paused, and the beautiful handwriting of "Remember the night we quarreled here" was completely covered by Zhou Ye's fingertips.

The director shouted "cut" from the monitor, and Zhou Ye's assistant pushed the door open at the right time: "Sister Ye, it's time to touch up your makeup."

After the RV completely disappeared from sight, Li Cheng opened the Polaroid camera in the script compartment.

In the photo, Tian Xiwei was napping on the set wrapped in his down jacket, with artificial snow particles stuck on her eyelashes.

A new message popped up on the smartwatch. It was a post Zhou Ye had just made on his Moments: "A day of learning from my junior fellow student," with a picture of a coffee cup with his lip prints on it.

When Tian Xiwei saw this update during a break in the advertising shoot, a diamond on her manicure happened to break off.

The makeup artist exclaimed and went to look for spare nail tips. She enlarged the photo of Li Cheng's cufflinks - the diamond-shaped facets were two millimeters different from the pair she gave him last year.

The comments section is already full of comments: "Yebao and Cheng Ge use the same hand cream!" "Please tell me the color of the lipstick on the coffee cup!"

"Teacher Tian, ​​the brand asked if we could add a couple-themed shot." When the executive director came over with an iPad, she was using an eyebrow trimmer to scrape off Zhou Ye's name from the script.

The holographic projector automatically played the behind-the-scenes footage. The close-up of Li Cheng's Adam's apple, with his head tilted back to drink ice water after the fifth NG, suddenly overlapped with the vlog footage that Zhou Ye had just posted.

She disconnected the cable of the wireless headset and dialed Li Cheng's number amid the crackling sound of electricity.

The person who answered the phone was his younger brother and younger brother Xiao Wang: "Brother Cheng is filming an underwater scene." Zhou Ye's crisp laughter came from the background: "Brother Cheng is teaching me the skills of using a body double!"

Late that night, Tian Xiwei's fan club released high-definition Reuters footage on the super topic.

In the picture, Zhou Ye's sun protection jacket and Li Cheng's ice sleeves are an undisclosed autumn joint model of the same brand. There is half an overlapping lipstick mark on the armrest of the folding chair they share.

The entry #周也李程分享衣墙# ranked seventh on the hot search list at three in the morning.

When Li Cheng entered the RV password incorrectly for the tenth time, Tian Xiwei was standing in the shadow of a sycamore tree three meters away.

Zhou Ye entered through the back door carrying a can of health-preserving soup, and the hem of her silk skirt swept across the fingerprint recognition area of ​​the smart door lock.

She took out the lighter that Li Cheng had left at her house last time, and the faint blue flame illuminated the swaying silhouette on the car window - Zhou Ye's hand, as he stood on tiptoe to straighten his collar, was hovering above the collarbone where he had left teeth marks.

The RV suddenly started, and Tian Xiwei staggered back. The sound of dead branches breaking under her feet startled the security flashlight. When she hid in the prop warehouse, she smelled the last note of Zhou Ye's perfume, which was exactly the same as the smell on Li Cheng's coat three days ago.

The smart bracelet popped up a special reminder, and Li Chenggang updated his Weibo: "Recharging time after work", with a picture of a script full of comments - Zhou Ye's tortoiseshell hairpin was pressed on the lower right corner.

"Ms. Tian?" The warehouse manager suddenly turned on the lights, and Tian Xiwei's tears unexpectedly fell on the title page of the script.

There was originally a cartoon photo she drew, but it was changed into SpongeBob SquarePants and Patrick Star by Zhou Ye's highlighter.

The administrator watched in horror as she broke the warehouse door lock with her bare hands, her diamond-studded nails making a piercing noise as they scraped against the metal.

On the night when Zhou Ye and Li Cheng "coincidentally" appeared in the same live broadcast room for the fifth time, Tian Xiwei's makeup artist heard a loud noise in the background. The custom microphone with their initials was smashed into the trash can, and the couple bracelet that Li Cheng gave her last week was twisted into a shredder and turned into metal residue.

"How long are you going to make such a fuss?" When Li Cheng kicked open the door of the lounge, Tian Xiwei was wiping the wrist he had held with an alcohol cotton pad. "Who was the one who danced cheek to cheek with you yesterday on New Year's Eve?" He pulled open his collar to reveal scratches, which were "accidentally" left by Zhou Ye during the game yesterday.

Tian Xiwei threw the tablet away with her backhand, and in the frozen live broadcast, Zhou Ye's lipstick mark was superimposed behind his ear. Li Cheng's pupils suddenly contracted - this angle was clearly a private camera shot by Zhou Ye's team. He suddenly remembered the cooperation proposal that Zhou Ye's agent had stuffed in three days ago, and the back cover was printed with Tian Xiwei's expiring top luxury endorsement logo.

"The necklace she's wearing today is from the same series as the Qixi gift box you gave me last year." Tian Xiwei crushed the falling powder, and the mirror fragments reflected the scarlet ends of her eyes. "She even changed her perfume to cedarwood. Do I need to praise her for learning well?"

Li Cheng suddenly grabbed her wrist and pressed it on the smart watch. The violently fluctuating bands of the heart rate monitor graph cast a strange red light on the wall.

He pulled up the encrypted album and found the money transfer records of Zhou Ye's agent bribing the proxy photographers: "You would rather believe those staged photos than read the clarification materials I prepared?"

"Then why didn't you push her away?" Tian Xiwei's nails dug into the veins on his wrist. "Why did you allow her to copy my outfit? Why did you acquiesce in the press release saying that you two are the 'new generation of golden boy and jade girl'?" Her questioning was interrupted by the sudden ring of a cell phone. Zhou Ye's special ringtone was the theme song of the movie starring Li Cheng.

The moment Li Cheng pressed the hands-free button, Zhou Ye's crying voice exploded in the air: "Cheng Cheng, there are several suspicious figures near my RV." The barking of dogs in the background was exactly the same as what Tian Xiwei heard ten minutes ago.

He looked down at Tian Xiwei and found that a cold curve appeared at the corner of her lips.

"Go ahead." She broke the necklace around her neck, and the platinum clasp bounced against the makeup mirror, leaving a crack. "The little chick your aunt arranged is waiting for a hero to save it." Li Cheng suddenly noticed the new tattoo below her collarbone - a thorn pattern with the initials of their names intertwined, which was now oozing tiny drops of blood.

Zhou Ye looked at the hot search entry #李程深夜护周也# and gently wiped away the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes.

She deliberately chose the same teardrop diamond as Tian Xiwei and put it under her eyes, which reflected a similar sense of brokenness under the flash.

On the coffee cup handed to her by the assistant, the lipstick mark perfectly replicated Tian Xiwei's lip shape.

"Sister Ye, Brother Cheng Cheng's studio has issued a statement." The stylist suddenly rushed in holding a tablet.

Zhou Ye's fingertips paused above the ambiguous text that was about to be sent, and she saw the full surveillance video attached to the end of the statement - the footage of her deliberately leaving her personal belongings in Li Cheng's lounge three times was played in slow motion, including the custom lipstick that was recording.

Tian Xiwei's fans simultaneously released a nine-square grid, each of which was a comparison of Zhou Ye imitating her outfit. The most fatal evidence was the background data purchased by Zhou Ye's team from the Internet, which was accurate to the increase in likes per minute and highly coincided with Li Cheng's itinerary.

When the rainstorm suddenly came, Zhou Ye looked at the returned endorsement contract and finally tore up the carefully prepared "couple" plan.

What she didn't know was that Tian Xiwei was leaning in Li Cheng's arms, pressing the send button with her bandaged hand - that was the injury she suffered when she broke the warehouse door lock, in exchange for Li Cheng's promise to personally expose all the conspiracies.
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Nine Purple Crew

The incident between Li Cheng and Tian Xiwei caused quite a stir. When all the crew members saw Li Cheng coming, they held their breath, for fear of offending him.

When Li Cheng disappeared from everyone's sight, all the crew members breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh my god, Li Cheng's aura is too strong, I dare not say a word!"

"You dare not say a word, I dare not even breathe!"

"I never thought that even Li Bingbing's nephew could be tricked. This is going to be fun."

"Yeah, I didn't expect that New Year's Eve wouldn't be so easy to cross. I almost tore my crotch."

"You don't know, I heard from my friend that Xiaotian and Li Cheng had a fight in the lounge! They were both admitted to the hospital!"

"Is this true? Is it that serious?"

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When Li Cheng went to rest, the staff on site began to discuss recent events. No one expected that the most lively person during the New Year's Eve would be Li Cheng.

Meng Ziyi's face was as gloomy as ink. She had just finished a day's makeup and walked into the temporary studio of the Jiuchongzi crew.

The air was filled with the faint scent of stage makeup, mixed with the smell of sweat after intense work.

The crew members were originally gathered in groups of three or five, whispering and discussing the day's filming and trivial gossip.

".Li Cheng on New Year's Eve" Two girls from the styling team squatted behind the prop box, their excited faces reflected in the blue light of their cell phone screens, "I heard that Zhou Ye came to see him last night"

Meng Ziyi paused, the tip of her embroidered shoes resting on the edge of the cobblestone mosaic. The shadow of the glazed tile cut across her brow, immersing her eyes, which were always smiling, in darkness.

"That's right!" The stagehand came over with a cigarette in his mouth, sparks flickering in the shadows. "If you ask me, these popular young actresses..." The last word suddenly got stuck in his throat. He ran into Meng Ziyi's frosty face, and the cigarette ash fell on the blue bricks.

The air froze for five seconds.

"Sister Meng, you're here..." someone greeted timidly with a tremor in their voice.

When the assistant stood up in a panic, she knocked over the mineral water bottle, which rolled to Meng Ziyi's feet. She bent down to pick it up, her wide sleeves sweeping across the mossy stone steps, and the gold thread embroidery suddenly hurt her eyes in the sun.

"Meng, Teacher Meng," the field attendant's voice sounded like it had been sanded.

"Go on." Meng Ziyi stood up and pinched his fingertips into his palms.

The incident of being blacklisted by the entire network three years ago quickly appeared in my mind.

There was a rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other in the prop room, and several stylists who were arranging hair accessories poked their heads out.

Meng Ziyi heard the throbbing sound of her temple, which reminded her of the moment when she lost her balance while hanging on the wire while filming a martial arts drama last year - the same feeling of weightlessness, the same tinnitus.

"Do you need me to help you contact Mr. Wang to confront him?" She took a step forward, her golden shoes crushing the sunlight on the ground. "Or call Li Cheng directly? Or should I post a Weibo now saying that the crew of "Nine Layers Purple" has a shocking secret?"

Cold sweat slid down the temples of the field manager, leaving dark dots on the blue bricks. In the distance came the voice of the field manager shouting for preparations, and the cicadas' chirping suddenly became particularly piercing.

"Ziyi." The executive producer appeared at the end of the corridor without knowing when, his knuckles turning white as he held the coffee cup. "Team B is going to shoot the main scene today, please watch."

When Meng Ziyi turned around, her hairpin swung out a sharp arc of light. She stared at the golden lacquered dragon perched on the pillar and thought of the message Li Cheng sent this morning.

The silly dog ​​took a selfie holding a cup of cheering coffee, with bruises on his eyes from working non-stop.

"Producer Zhang." She heard her voice as if it had been soaked in ice water. "Please tell everyone, if I hear you again..." The coffee cup suddenly hit the vermilion railing, and brown liquid flowed down along the carvings. "I will let the hot searches see what a real shocking melon is."

As a friend, she would never tolerate any criticism of Li Cheng.

Upon seeing this, the crew members couldn't help but lower their heads to avoid making eye contact with her, and secretly sighed in their hearts: Sister Meng is not only an outstanding actress, but also loyal and righteous. For the sake of her friends, she can stand up without hesitation and speak up for justice.

Meng Ziyi's footsteps were steady and powerful. She walked through the crowd, and every step was like a drumbeat on everyone's hearts.

Her appearance is not just as an actor, but more like a guardian, holding up a clear sky for her friends.

In the Jiuchongzi crew, she is not only a respected opponent of her peers, but also a solid backing for her friends.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Meng Ziyi disappear. They didn't expect that the usually gentle Sister Meng would be so furious today, but when they thought about it carefully, she was really that kind of person, and this was something she could do.

Meng Ziyi came to the rest area and saw Li Cheng, who was lying on a fishing stool with a script covering his face.

She patted her face gently, adjusted her expression, and put what had just happened behind her.

Ye Zi watched Meng Ziyi's actions and sighed. She knew too well how good the relationship between the man in front of her and Li Cheng was. If Li Cheng didn't have a partner, she dared to believe that this man would pounce on him directly.

"Cheng Cheng~"

Sister Meng skipped over to Li Cheng's side, her voice even hoarse.

"Ok?"

Li Cheng, who was resting with his eyes closed, quickly looked up when he heard Sister Meng's voice.

"Oh, you're so stupid."

Sister Meng walked over quickly and caught the script that was about to fall.

Li Cheng rubbed his eyes, looked at Sister Meng who had already finished her makeup and said, "So soon, didn't you say it would take a while?"

"I have to get up early, after all, we are filming a kissing scene today."

After saying this, Sister Meng pursed her lips. She didn't expect that this day would come so quickly.

Li Cheng blinked, revealing a slightly embarrassed expression. He almost forgot about today's matter because of Zhou Ye and Tian Xiwei's matter. He was going to film a kissing scene with Sister Meng! (End of this chapter)