Looking at Feng Jing's frown, Michel couldn't help but bring up the old matter again. "I think it's better to report this matter to Qin Dong."
"No need." Feng Jing immediately rejected him. He didn't want this matter to become more troublesome. "It's just that my emotions haven't been very stable recently. If you tell Qin Fan, not only will it not do anything, but it will also make me more stressed. Isn't this counterproductive?"
"But …" Michel just spat out these two words hesitantly, when the phone rang.
The caller ID showed Qin Dong.
Feng Jing's sharp eyes wanted to grab the phone, but Michel was one step ahead of him. She quickly picked up the phone. "Good morning, Qin Dong. What can I do for you?"
Feng Jing narrowed his eyes and looked at her. The warning in his eyes was self-evident.
Michel couldn't help but swallow. Qin Fan on the other end of the phone said, "Nothing special. Is Feng Jing awake?"
"Yes, he gets up on time every day. In fact, he doesn't need to get up so early for this shoot, but he will exercise in the morning."
"Well, not bad." Qin Fan was very satisfied with Feng Jing's performance. "How's the shooting going?"
"It's going well. The director admires Feng Zong's acting very much."
"That's good. By the way, pay attention to Zhu Shuyan, who's playing the female lead. Don't let her get too close to Feng Jing. Feng Jing just won the Best Actor award. I don't want any bad news about him to spread. "
"Qin Dong, don't worry. Feng Zong is very clean. The night before last, Zhu Shuyan knocked on his door, but he didn't open the door for her!"
Qin Fan laughed. "Okay, that's it. Take good care of him."
"I will, Chairman Qin." After Michelle finished speaking, she stuttered as if she wanted to add something. Feng Jing could see that something was wrong. He grabbed his phone and put it to his ear. "Qin Dong, why are you checking on me so early in the morning?"
When Qin Fan saw that it was Feng Jing's turn to listen, he said a few more words to him, "Yes, Best Actor Feng is now our most popular cash cow. Naturally, we have to pay attention to him at all times."
"Haha, you have the nerve to say that."
"It can't be helped. In our line of work, we have to be thick-skinned."
Feng Jing: "…"
Yes, there was no one else.
Hearing Qin Fan's secretary's voice on the other end of the phone, Feng Jing hurriedly hung up the phone. "Qin Dong, you go ahead. I won't disturb you." After saying that, he simply hung up the phone and looked at Michel.
Michel: "…"
"Uh, Feng Zong, I didn't intend to tell Qin Dong about the video, really!" Michel swore.
Feng Jing smiled and said, "That's good. Don't worry too much. After I finish shooting this commercial, I don't have any new jobs for the time being. I will take advantage of this time to adjust my state of mind. I believe that I will get better soon. "
"Okay."
"Also, delete all the videos on your phone."
"… Okay."
After dealing with Michel, Feng Jing finally got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he sat in the car on the way to the set, he didn't close his eyes as usual. Instead, he took out his phone and opened a web page.
After entering the words "dream of becoming a dog" in the search box, Feng Jing patiently waited for the page to jump.
There weren't many results for this keyword. After looking for a while, he clicked on the Duke of Zhou's dream interpretation at the top of the page.
"Master's luck has been low recently. Everything is not good for him. He has to abide by his moral bottom line. Be careful not to become a thief and ruin the family's reputation. His ancestors will be humiliated and suffer. "
Feng Jing: "…"
It didn't look very reliable.
Michel saw that he was playing with his phone all the way and was very worried about the next shoot. Fortunately, Feng Jing had always been a professional actor. When facing the camera, he put away all his personal emotions and devoted himself to the role.
After a day of work, Feng Jing sat on the big bed in the hotel room and was lost in thought. As time went by, he became more and more sleepy, but he couldn't sleep.
Two days ago, he had the dream of becoming a dog when he was in a daze. Then, as long as he didn't sleep, he could solve the problem from the root!
Seeing that the needle was about to point to twelve, Feng Jing felt that he should find something for himself to do. Otherwise, it would be easy for him to fall asleep sitting like this. Then … I'll check Weibo for a while!
When he got up and turned on the computer, the needle of the wall clock coincided at twelve o 'clock.
The scene in front of him suddenly flashed. Feng Jing subconsciously blinked — in the blink of an eye, he appeared in the living room again.
Feng Jing: "…"
I really can't relax my vigilance at all!
Feng Jing's mood was unprecedentedly heavy. Why did he have this dream even though he didn't sleep?
He lay on the ground alone for a while to calm himself down. Then he raised his head and looked around.
The light in the living room was not turned on today. It was dark, and only some light came from the room in the corridor. The sound of keyboard tapping came from the door from time to time. It must be the woman using the computer in the room.
The cool night wind blew into the window. Feng Jing looked at the half-open window and walked over to the balcony.
The balcony was sealed with glass, and there were a few clothes hanging on the roof. Feng Jing put his head through the gap of the guardrail and looked downstairs. The view was not very high. It was estimated that this floor was only about seven or eight floors. Downstairs was the landscape of the community. There were water and pavilions, and the green area was not bad. Under the street lamp, a man and a woman were pulling and pulling. They looked like a quarreling couple. Feng Jing listened carefully and could even hear their conversation.
"Lili, listen to me …"
"Go away, I don't want to hear it!"
"No …"
"Slap!"
Feng Jing: "…"
Judging from the crispness of the sound, this slap must have been painful.
He looked away from the couple. As far as his eyes could see, he could see two tall buildings. He patiently counted. There were a total of twenty-one floors. A little further away was the gate of the community. There was a road outside the gate, and on the other side of the road was a river. The river flowed gently. There might be a barbecue stall by the river. He could smell some barbecue.
A car stopped at the gate of the community. The security guard at the gate helped it open the lift lever, and the car slowly drove in. The headlights of the car swept through the grass and startled a stray cat. It meowed and scurried deeper into the grass.
Feng Jing's expression was solemn. Was it really possible to be so detailed in a dream? Did he construct so many details in this dream?
The carefully planned environment of the community, the quarreling couple under the street lamp, the stray cat in the grass, the smell of barbecue in the air — all of these clearly told him that this was not a dream, but reality.
He stood alone on the balcony and felt the cold wind for ten minutes. Finally, he shivered and returned to the living room.
He was a materialist. He had been educated in science since he was a child. He would never have believed such a ridiculous thing as turning into a dog in the past. But now that the truth was in front of him, he couldn't continue to avoid it. He didn't know how and why this happened. Maybe he should wait until he returned to City A and find a Taoist master to help him take a look?
This idea made him laugh at himself. The kind of person he used to despise the most might be the only person who could save him now. If there was anything to be happy about, it was that he seemed to only turn into this dog late at night.
According to the situation in the past two days, he should have transformed after 12 o 'clock. Then, 12 o' clock was the first change point. What time did he transform back every day? His alarm clock was set at 6 o 'clock. This change should have happened between 12 o' clock and 6 o 'clock.
In order to figure out what time he would transform back into a human, Feng Jing lay on the sofa and stared at the clock on the wall. When he came back to his senses again, the alarm clock was buzzing in his ear.
Feng Jing: "…"
He still fell asleep last night.
He remembered that his last memory was at 3: 30 in the morning. That was to say, he didn't change before 3: 30 in the morning.
Light footsteps came from the door. Feng Jing saw Michel's hesitant expression. He rubbed his hair and walked out of bed. "You don't have to say anything. I know. Don't record any more videos for me to watch."
He was still glad that he only transformed at night, but he forgot that when he turned into a dog, the dog would also turn into him! So, did he exchange souls with the dog? He had seen many stories about soul exchange in movies, novels, and animations. But they all exchanged souls with the heroine. Why did he exchange souls with a dog? Who was he looking down on?
Michel looked at his changing expressions. The corners of her mouth moved several times. In the end, she only said, "Okay."
On the way to the film site, Feng Jing sent a message to his mother. "Good morning ~ [Smile]"
Queen Mother: Didn't anyone tell you that this smiling expression is very unfriendly? [Smile]
Feng Jing: … I thought you middle-aged people all thought that this was the meaning of a smile.
Queen Mother: Then do you feel the love of us middle-aged people? [Smile] [Smile] [Smile] [Smile] [Smile]
Feng Jing: … Yes, it's very deep.
Feng Jing: I want to ask you if the Taoist priest you introduced to him is really efficacious.
Queen Mother: Why? Didn't you say that I'm just a bunch of dregs? [Smile]
Feng Jing: I think so. But I have a friend who keeps saying that he met something evil on the set. He asked me to help him ask if there's an efficacious Taoist priest who can perform a ritual for him.
Queen Mother: The person I introduced is very busy. He might not be free. Also, he's a Taoist priest, not a Taoist priest. [Smile]
Feng Jing: "…"
Feng Jing's heart ached that so many people were superstitious about "Taoist priests."
Queen Mother: I'll send you the contact of his secretary. Ask your friend to make an appointment with his secretary.
Feng Jing:?????
Feng Jing: He has a secretary? He needs to make an appointment?
Queen Mother: What do you think? It's the 21st century, little friend. [Smile]
Feng Jing: Oh, okay. Thank you. [Smile]
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