No matter how noisy the melon-eating people on the Internet are, these disturbing gossip news will not be transmitted back to Sulawesi, where the signal is intermittent.
Due to the volcanic eruption and tsunami landing, local communication and transportation were greatly affected. It was not until the fourth day after the earthquake that Su Jishi finally joined the scattered troops.
Mu Xiulun specially dispatched a bus to pick up all the staff of the program team from the resettlement point in the town. The small town was already poor, and the whole village couldn't find many good houses. The government personnel sent there gave priority to all the houses for the disaster-stricken people in the country. So in the past few days, the people in the program group can only be squeezed into an army green tent. Regardless of gender, regardless of their status, they are all squeezed into a big bunk at night. If there is any disturbance, they will wake up with a start, and they cannot have a good rest.
Compared with the temporary resettlement site, the dormitory provided by Mu Xiulun is many times better: there are doors, windows and roofs, electricity is connected inside the house, there are collective bathrooms, public toilets... This kind of simple dormitory was placed a few days ago, They don't pay attention to it; but now they live in it, but it makes them feel like a five-star hotel in a trance.
Everyone else was busy taking a bath and tidying up the dormitory, but Xiaoxia didn't care about those things, she rushed to Su Jishi in a hurry, looked at her up and down for a long time, she smirked and shed tears at the same time.
"Sister Su..." Xiaoxia cried with joy, "It's just that you are fine! When you fell, I thought you..."
Su Jishi laughed, raised his hand to wipe away her tears, and coaxed her: "How many times have I said this? A mere three-meter ditch won't kill me. Come on, don't cry, if someone sees it, I thought I, a big star, was squeezing my little assistant."
Xiaoxia sucked her nose, her eyes were black and bright with tears: "As long as you are okay, Sister Su, I am willing to be squeezed by you for the rest of my life!"
Su Jishi said, "How old are you, do you say 'forever'?"
Not to mention that it is impossible for her to be a star for a lifetime, and Xiaoxia cannot be an assistant for a lifetime. No matter how high the salary is, the assistant is only doing odd jobs. In the future, it is a serious path to develop in the direction of executive broker, broker, and brokerage director.
Every day Su Jishi spent in the entertainment circle was counted down. But Xiaoxia, the silly girl beside her, chased after her like a little tail with ignorance and enthusiasm, hoping that she would fly higher and higher.
Su Jishi had a headache, when would he have a good time to tell Xiaoxia the truth of the matter
…
At noon, Secretary Gao led the program team to the cafeteria for dinner.
Mu Xiulun also found a Chinese cook who did not know where, and the simple big pot rice was cooked in a delicious way. The staff in the program group hadn't eaten such appetizing Chinese food for ten days, and they ate all those dishes cleanly like a storm.
After all, Mu Xiulun is the boss, so he won't eat together with other people. Every meal time, his meals are sent to the office by a special person. A few days ago, Su Jishi would come to his office to have dinner with him, but this day he waited until the food was cold, and there was no sign of Su Jishi.
He looked at his watch and asked, "Where's Su Jin? Why hasn't he come to eat?"
Secretary Gao replied: "Miss Su has finished eating."
"..."
Secretary Gao said: "Miss Su said that since the crew has arrived, she will eat with the crew from now on."
"..." Mu Xiulun nodded calmly, without any change in his expression, and said, "Okay."
After speaking, he picked up the chopsticks and finished the lunch in front of him one by one with an impeccable and elegant gesture.
It's just that a strange idea came to his mind - if he had known this, it would be better to let the program crew stay in the resettlement area for a few more days.
…
After eating and drinking enough, it is time to start discussing business.
The chief director and several planners and directors sat around a small table, patting their chubby bellies while discussing urgent issues.
The chief director said: "Last night, the signal was connected. I had a phone call with the station director. The station director said that the current public opinion on the Internet is not good for our program group. Several support groups even organized fans to queue up at the bottom of the TV station all night, demanding that the TV station Give me an explanation."
Choreographer A was confused: "What explanation do you give? This is a natural disaster, and we didn't expect it."
The chief director said helplessly: "That's right, what the fans scolded was that we 'didn't expect it'. Now their biggest question is why our program team didn't make an emergency plan before shooting, and chose such a dangerous place to shoot. Put several artists in this danger."
It is understandable for fans to love idols, but some irrational fans do things that really give them a headache.
Planner B said: "My phone will also be blown up by the brokerage company."
Chief Director: "Calling to scold you?"
Planner B: "That's not true. The brokerage company is very polite, but it requires us to arrange for the artist to return to China as soon as possible, and the rest is full of work: Qin Qiu has a leading male lead drama to start; Chen Gangyu has two variety shows to record; Yan Changhui , Wei Jing came here on leave from the crew, and now the whole crew is waiting for them to go back; Su Jin has two New Year's parties to record... "
Chief Director: "Oh, my day."
Big guys hit big guys, and the end of the year is approaching, and the artists are also busy spinning around, breaking the time into several parts every day. They managed to scrape together six days to come to Sulawesi Island to "survive the wilderness", but they didn't expect to hit the place by mistake and become "survival on the volcano", and they were delayed on the island for several days.
On the Internet, the trapped incident of the "Wild Winner" program group has detonated countless "hot", no matter which website you open, there are hot posts discussing this matter everywhere. Fans flocked to the official Weibo, half scolded the program group, and half prayed for the safe return of the idols. I don't know how many fans could not sleep at night.
For the TV station and the program group, it is really uncomfortable to bear the pressure from the agency and the scolding from the fans.
Speaking of which, let's talk about the most basic question - when will they be able to return to China
The airport on the island of Sulawesi has been closed for days because of the ash spill. According to the information we have now, the airport will finally reopen tomorrow afternoon.
Sulawesi is a strange K-shaped island. There are small international airports in the north, middle, and south. You can fly to surrounding countries such as Malaysia, Singapore, and Brunei, and then transfer back to China from there. The problem is that now a ticket to the three countries of Singapore, Malvern and New Zealand has been sold at a sky-high price, and there is no market for it, and it is impossible to buy it.
When they discussed the flight issue, they didn't shy away from a few artists, and even asked them if they had any personal relationship that would allow them to get a ticket back home.
Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads: If they are related, are they still trapped here
Xiaoxia clasped her hands together and prayed silently, wishing that a plane would descend from the sky and take them back to the embrace of the big rooster with a "whoosh".
"—why not go to Australia?"
Suddenly, a clear voice came from behind the crowd.
Everyone looked back subconsciously, and saw Su Jishi sitting on the edge of the crowd, resting his chin in one hand and playing with a stone he picked up at random with the other. The shape of the stone was irregular, and it was pitch-black all over, but the black was transparent and clear, and suddenly looked like a piece of glass. If there are knowledgeable people, they will know that this rock is not as ordinary as it looks on the outside, it is actually a piece of volcanic glass—that is, after the magma is ejected, it quickly cools and shrinks to form a glassy structural rock.
The girl played with the piece of volcanic glass with her white and slender fingers, her tone was lazy.
"In terms of straight-line distance, the distance between Indonesia and Australia is even closer. It takes ten hours to fly back home from here including the transit time, but it only takes two hours to fly to the Northern Territory, the northernmost point of Australia." She smiled. "Are you afraid that you won't be able to buy a plane ticket back to China when you arrive in Australia?"
yes!
Her words woke everyone up.
Because Indonesia is an Asian country, everyone subconsciously feels that flying north from Indonesia is the only way to return home. However, in fact, Indonesia is located on the equator, and it is obviously closer to Australia in the southern hemisphere! Although it took a little detour, it is safer and simpler.
The director stood up immediately: "Okay, I'll contact the airline immediately and buy a ticket to Australia!"
"—Don't bother."
Another surprising male voice sounded. I saw Mu Xiulun wearing a neat suit, walking gracefully, pushing the door in from the meeting room. He was tall and long-legged, with an astonishing imposing manner, like a sharp long knife, he picked up the dark curtain that was pressing on their heads.
He stopped beside Su Jishi, with one hand just on the back of the chair behind her. This action seemed random, but in the eyes of everyone, the distance between the two was extremely close, as if a man put a girl in his arms.
"Don't bother." He repeated, casually as if talking about the weather, "I happen to be going to Australia the day after tomorrow, and my private jet can take you there."
Su Jishi raised his eyes to look at him, with a half-smile: "Oh? What a coincidence?"
Mu Xiulun's tone was firm: "It's such a coincidence."
everyone: …
Hmm, it seems like a coincidence.
Facing the probing gazes of everyone in the room, Mu Xiulun didn't panic at all and acted very calmly. If someone wanted to know what he was going to do in Australia, he could say he was ugly in an instant.
For example, although Indonesia’s nickel production ranks first in the world, Australia’s nickel ore reserves are actually the highest; another example, BHP Billiton, Australia’s largest mining company, decided to build a large-scale nickel mining base in the Northern Territory; another example, He was invited to visit the Australian nickel mine to learn their advanced experience and try to make a deal...
As long as Su Jishi asked, he would have a million "coincidentally" reasons to go to Australia.
But Su Jishi didn't ask.
The others didn't even ask.
So like this, everyone decided on the itinerary for the morning of the day after tomorrow, and began to pack their luggage for returning home.
The private jet has limited seats, except for Mr. Mu and his entourage, only twelve passengers can be taken. After a discussion within the program group, the twelve spots were given to five artists and their assistants. The director and chief planner also boarded the plane together.
The moment the plane took off, a brief sense of weightlessness came oncoming. Su Jishi was leaning against the window, overlooking the small island below her feet, her eyes were full of scrutiny, regret, and love. This K-shaped small island with a unique geological structure is covered with a layer of light gray in the most protruding mountain range in the middle, while its western coastal area is covered with scars from being beaten by waves.
The power of nature is extremely terrifying and magnificent.
The other people on the plane looked at the wreckage in fear. They didn't have the eyes of geologists that Su Ji had. They could only "see" the stormy waves and "see" the mess everywhere.
Sitting next to Su Jishi, Xiaoxia dared not look at the land outside the window, but could only stare at the private plane.
This private jet is Mu Xiulun's private property. During the years when Mu Xiulun "nurtured" Su Jin, he generously lent the plane to Su Jin many times. Back then, when Su Jishi was kidnapped by Fang Jie and Ah Shan, he opened his eyes and lay in the bedroom of the plane.
As an assistant, Xiaoxia has naturally been on a private jet several times, so she is very familiar with everything here. After the plane flew smoothly, Xiaoxia unfastened her seat belt and happily went to the back station to get a drink.
The sun was shining brightly outside the porthole, and Su Jishi felt it was a bit dazzling, so he pulled down the shade.
Suddenly, her peripheral vision dimmed, and a figure sat beside her.
Su Jishi turned his head to look - as expected, it was Mu Xiulun.
Su Jishi raised his eyebrows: "Sorry, this is the position of my assistant."
Mu Xiulun said: "Sorry, this is my plane."
Su Jishi: "..."
So when Xiaoxia came back with snacks and drinks, she was surprised to find that her seat had been taken by someone. But she didn't show any grievances at all, but cheerfully took the things and changed positions, she was extraordinarily doggy, she really deserved to be a cp dog hidden in the only fan group.
…
The others witnessed Mu Xiulun's behavior of changing seats, their eyes were on their noses, their noses were on their hearts, and they held their breath. An ambiguous and quiet atmosphere spread throughout the cabin.
Only Qin Qiu's eyes were lonely, like a puppy that fell out of favor, his ears and tail drooped down.
After watching for so long, Chen Gangyu sensitively sensed the arc of his breakup, and softly comforted him to look away. President Mu has good looks, money, and kindness. He and Su Jin are a match made in heaven, a match made in heaven. Apart from his young age, what else can Qin Qiu compare to the big boss
Qin Qiu whispered, "I can't see it, I want to vent."
Chen Gangyu was a whole round older than him, looking at him like an ignorant little brother, she asked, "How do you want to vent?"
Qin Qiu: "I want to spend money to vent."
Chen Gangyu thought, the fans called him "Mom's Kiss Baby Son" and they were right. Isn't this a good boy? When other male artists encounter unsatisfactory things, they smoke, drink, fight and race cars, but he spends money to vent, which is really environmentally friendly and energy-saving.
Chen Gangyu said: "It's good to spend money. Isn't the money earned just for spending? We'll arrive at the airport in a while, sister will accompany you to shop in the duty-free shop, okay?"
Unexpectedly, Qin Qiu shook his head and said, "There are no duty-free shops for what I want to buy."
"what do you want to buy?"
Qin Qiu heaved a long sigh: "I want to buy wealth management products."
"..."
"Spend money when you are broken in love, spend money when you are angry, and spend money when you are sad... Spending it all is impulsive consumption. It is better to spend this consumption on wealth management products, so that you can not only spend money, but also make money change. More and more." Qin Qiu's eyes sparkled, "Sister Chen, what do you think?"
Chen Gangyu: "I think you are farting."
After a short two-hour flight, Mr. Mu's private plane slowly landed at Darwin International Airport, the capital of the Northern Territory of Australia.
After landing, Mu Xiulun will be separated from them.
Before parting, several artists, led by the chief director, specially came to thank Mu Xiulun. Without his help, they would not have been able to fly back to China so smoothly.
Mu Xiulun's tone was indifferent: "It's easy to do."
But his eyes passed through the crowd and fell on Su Jishi who was standing in the last row.
After the thanking crowd dispersed, Su Jishi walked up to him, suddenly stretched out his half-clenched fist, and handed it to him with restraint and pride.
Mu Xiulun stared at her fist suspiciously for a while, then stretched out his fist silently, and touched her fist lightly.
Su Jishi: "...Mr. Mu, I didn't want to fist bump with you."
Mu Xiulun: "..."
Su Jishi: "Spread your hands."
So Mu Xiulun obediently put his hand under Su Jishi's fist, and spread his palm.
In the next second, the girl loosened her fingers, and a black gem, like a falling star, fell into the man's palm under the influence of gravity.
Mu Xiulun's pupils trembled, and he looked at the transparent black creation with a little surprise.
The color is like glass, but the touch is like stone...
"Volcanic glass." Su Jishi said softly, "This volcanic glass was found in the lake where you picked me up. Now, I'm giving it to you."
…
Seeing the figure of the girl Ping Ting getting farther and farther away, Mu Xiulun gathered his fingers and hid the black crystal clear ore in his pocket.
Secretary Gao asked puzzledly: "Mr. Mu, why don't you just send Miss Su back to China? Why don't you just make a detour and send it to Australia?"
Mu Xiulun said coldly: "Why should I specially send her back to China? I just happened to come to Australia on business, and I just took her along."
Secretary Gao: "..." Okay, as long as you are happy.
The flight back home was scheduled for two hours later. Fortunately, Darwin Airport was not crowded with people. These Chinese artists were very low-key when they were on their way, and did not attract the attention of others.
After they changed their tickets, they sat in the VIP lounge and waited for boarding. The polite waiters brought them desserts and drinks for them to kill time.
Here, they can finally connect to the Internet! Everyone couldn't wait to take out their electronic devices, quickly connected to the airport wifi, and eagerly browsed the news on the Internet.
Sure enough, for their distress, the Internet has already exploded. Everyone is discussing how serious the volcano and tsunami in Sulawesi are, and how irresponsible the program team is and did not make advance preparations , regardless of the safety of all artists.
Seeing so many scolding posts, the chief director who took the blame had no choice but to accept his fate.
Among these posts, the name "Su Jin" appeared most frequently. When journalists went to interview, she offered to donate blood. This scene infected many people, whether fans or passers-by, they were all impressed by her actions. Although some people questioned his self-hype, more people believed her as a human being and lamented her bravery of sacrificing herself for others.
The chief director read the essence of the interview many times, and teased Su Jishi: "Mr. Su, you said that day that I would not use natural disasters to hype you up. You see, there is no need to hype now. Your reputation has already been known to many people. gone."
Su Jishi clarified rather distressed: "This matter is an oolong... I really wanted to donate blood at the time, but I didn't have enough weight to donate."
The chief director said: "But at least you have this intention. You have to know that many people are afraid or unwilling to donate blood. Now, with your idol as an example, there must be many people who will bravely step on the blood donation vehicle. "
A few people were talking, when suddenly a service worker came over, holding a newest iPhone in his hand, and handed it to Su Jishi.
The man said happily: "Madam, your mobile phone has been left here for a long time, and I didn't expect to meet you again today."
Su Jishi was taken aback: "What?" She had never been to the Northern Territory, so how could she leave her mobile phone here. "Did you recognize the wrong person?"
"No mistake." The waiter shook his head, "There are very few Asians in the Northern Territory, and even fewer will come to the VIP room to rest. At that time, you left your phone on the table... Look, the lock screen photo of this phone, no Is that you?"
While talking, the waiter immediately woke up the phone, and the big white Apple logo flashed past—as he said, the photo on the lock screen of the phone was a photo of Su Jishi and an older woman.
In the photo, "Su Jishi" has long hair tied up with a hairpin, his eyes are like water, and there is a hidden tenderness in his smile. Beside her, a gentle woman in a turquoise hospital gown was sitting in the sun. Due to chemotherapy, her cloud-like hair had all fallen out, and she wore a piece of hair between her nose for inhalation. Oxygen hose.
Her facial features are very similar to hers. No matter who looks at it, they can easily guess the blood relationship between the two in the photo.
Caught off guard, Su Jishi bumped into this group photo at a glance.
She suffocated for breath, and at that moment, she seemed to lose the ability to breathe.
The person in the photo is the face she misses day and night and can never see again.
But she never expected that they would meet again at this time and here.
Qin Qiu beside him heard their conversation and poked his head curiously, and saw the photo on the lock screen of the phone at a glance.
"Eh?" Qin Qiu exclaimed, "Sister Su, is this you and your mother?"
"... Hmm." Su Jishi's voice seemed to be caught in his throat.
That's right, the people in the photo are exactly "Su Jin" and "Su Jin's mother".
But she—is it Su Jin