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Chapter 1817 Song Ci's Daily Life of Modern Drama (43)

Song Ci went to film her scene again. Qian Shi watched the person leave, and then Song Yu followed the agent named Gong Qi to the side for a secret chat, and a question mark appeared on his face.

Is Song Yu looking for Song Ci or someone else?

Why can't he see clearly what's going on now?

Qian Wei didn't think much about it because he was surrounded by the young flowers.

Song Yu and Gong Qi stayed away from the crowd and couldn't wait to look at Gong Qi, his lips twitching: "Ma, Mama? Is it you?"

Gong Qihan nodded with a smile: "It's me."

Song Yu immediately smiled, stepped forward and hugged her, rested his head on her shoulder, and rubbed her neck intimately.

In other words, there is no one here. If Qian Shi sees him, he will be surprised because Song Yu is very cold and his academic research is his whole life. Even if he doesn't have many good faces to his father, he is particularly rebellious.

But now, he is so intimate with a stranger.

Gong Qi patted his back.

Song Yu let go of her, his eyes were a little red, and he said, "Madam, when did you come here?"

"I? I've been there since I was born, but I don't remember the past, until a year ago." Gong Qi said her experience concisely. When he thought of him here, he suddenly became anxious: "Where are you? When did you leave in Daqing?"

But don't lose her at a young age, that won't hurt her to death.

Song Yu smiled and said, "Don't worry, ma'am, I was 85 years old when I died in my previous life, and I was considered to have died. But I remembered the memories of my previous life again, but on the plane I returned to China half a year ago, just like you, it seemed like I had become familiar with the world early."

The two exchanged information and both breathed a sigh of relief.

Gong Qi said comfortably: "It's good to have a good death. Your grandmother said that she would die safely no matter what. I'm afraid you can't figure it out and you'll end it."

"How could I do this? I always remember my grandmother's words. To be the most powerful doctor and save the people, perhaps because of the merits I have obtained, I have the opportunity to live again. Madam, I am so glad that I am not ashamed of my grandmother's teachings." Song Yu straightened his body and said proudly.

Song Lingyu, who is worthy of his knowledge and is worthy of the world.

Gong Qi stood on tiptoe and touched his head: "You are doing a good job."

Song Yu grinned, thinking of Song Ci, he looked down and asked, "Madam, is this Song Ci the grandmother? She doesn't seem to recognize me."

Gong Qi sighed: "All things are all, I believe she is the person we are looking for. But she doesn't have that memory. Maybe it's deep in her mind, but she can't remember it. Maybe it's God's arrangement."

She also told Song Ci's performance, including why she chose this role, because of Song Ci's own intuition.

Song Yu was silent, his face feeling a little sad.

"Grandmother, will she never remember it?"

Gong Qi smiled faintly: "It depends on the opportunity. Brother Dan, don't force everything. Your grandmother's experience of returning to Daqing is also destined by God. I believe that maybe one day, she will get the opportunity again and think of everything again."

Song Yu nodded.

"Actually, it's okay if she can't remember it. We can just remember it. As long as we are all in the same place, it's better than anything else, right?"

Song Yu's tense expression suddenly relaxed and said, "You are right."
Chapter completed!
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