Midnight Cinderella: 67.Sixty-seventh Night

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The caller ID shows Director Qin.

Feng Jing wanted to grab the phone sharply, but Michelle was one step ahead of him and answered the phone quickly: "Good morning, Director Qin, may I have any instructions?"

Feng Jing squinted his eyes and looked at him, and the warning was self-evident.

Michelle couldn't help but swallowed, and listened to Qin Fan on the other end of the phone: "Nothing special, is Feng Jing up?"

"He's up. He gets up on time every day. Actually, he doesn't have to get up so early for this shoot, but he will exercise in the morning."

"Yes, not bad." Qin Fan was very satisfied with Feng Jing's performance, "How is the filming going?"

"It went very well. The director admired Mr. Feng's acting skills very much."

"That's good. By the way, Zhu Shuyan, who plays the heroine, please be careful not to let her get too close to Feng Jing. Feng Jing just won the Best Actor, I don't want any bad news about him. Spread it out."

"Don't worry, Mr. Qin, Mr. Feng can clean himself up. Zhu Shuyan knocked on his door the night before, but he didn't even open the door for her!"

Qin Fan laughed: "Okay, let's do this. You take good care of him."

"I will do it, Director Qin." After Michelle finished speaking, he hesitated as if he wanted to add something. Feng Jing saw the clues, grabbed his cell phone, and put it to his ear: "Director Qin, are you here to check the post early in the morning?"

Qin Fan saw that it was Feng Jing who came to listen, so he said a few more words to him: "Yes, Movie Emperor Feng is now our popular cash cow, so naturally we have to pay attention to him all the time."

"Haha, you have the nerve to say it."

"No way, you have to be thick-skinned in our line of work."

Feng Jing: "..."

Yes, no one else.

Hearing the voice of Secretary Qin Fan on the other end of the phone, Feng Jing took the time to hang up: "Director Qin, please do your work first, I won't disturb you." After saying that, he simply cut off the call and looked at Michelle opposite.

Michelle: "..."

"Uh, Mr. Feng, I didn't plan to tell Director Qin about the video just now, really!" Michelle swore to the sky.

Feng Jing smiled and said: "That's best. Don't worry too much. After I finish shooting this commercial, I won't have any new work for the time being. I will take advantage of this time to adjust my status. I believe it will be good soon. It will get better."

"Okay."

"Also, delete all the videos on your phone."

"...Oh."

After taking care of Michelle, Feng Jing finally got up and went to the bathroom and started washing up. When he was sitting in the car on the way to the set, he did not close his eyes and relax as usual, but took out his mobile phone and opened the web page.

After typing "I dreamed of becoming a dog" in the search box, Feng Jing patiently waited for the page to jump.

There were not many results for this keyword search. He looked at it for a while and clicked on the top link, Duke Zhou’s Interpretation of Dreams.

"The Lord's fortune has been sluggish recently, and everything is unfavorable. You must abide by your moral bottom line when doing things, and be careful of becoming a thief, ruining the family's reputation, and bringing shame and suffering to the ancestors of the family."

Feng Jing: "..."

It doesn't look very reliable.

When Michelle saw him playing with his mobile phone all the way, he was very worried about the next filming. Fortunately, Feng Jing has 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's work, Feng Jing sat on the big bed in the hotel room, lost in thought. As time went by, his sleepiness became more and more intense, but he couldn't sleep.

In the past two days, he had had the dream of turning into a dog when he was sleeping. So as long as he didn't sleep, the root cause of the problem could be solved!

Seeing that the pointer was about to point to twelve, Feng Jing felt that he should find something to do for himself, otherwise he would easily fall asleep just sitting like this. Then... just browse Weibo for a while!

As he stood up to turn on the computer, the hands of the wall clock overlapped at twelve o'clock.

The scene in front of him suddenly flashed, and Feng Jing blinked subconsciously - in just the blink of an eye, he appeared in the living room again.

Feng Jing: "..."

You really can’t let your guard down at all!

Feng Jing's mood was heavier than ever. Why did he still have this dream even though he hadn't slept?

He lay on the ground alone to calm down for a while, then raised his head and looked around.

The lights were not turned on in the living room today, and it was pitch dark. Only some light came from the room in the corridor. The sound of typing on the keyboard came from the door from time to time. It must be that the woman was using the computer in the room.

The cool night breeze blew into the window. Feng Jing glanced at the half-opened window and walked towards the balcony.

The balcony was sealed with glass, and there were a few clothes hanging on the top to dry. Feng Jing put his head between the gaps in the guardrail and looked downstairs. The view is not very high, I guess this floor is only about the seventh or eighth floor. Downstairs is the community landscape, with water and pavilions, and the green area is pretty good. Under the streetlight, a man and a woman were having sex. They looked like a quarreling couple. Feng Jing listened carefully and could even hear their conversation.

"Lili, listen to me..."

"Get out, I don't want to hear it!"

"No..."

"Bang!"

Feng Jing: "..."

Judging from the crispness of the sound, this slap should be quite painful.

Looking away from the young couple, wherever he looked, he could still see two tall buildings. He counted it very patiently and found that there were twenty-one in total. A little further away is the gate of the community. There is a road outside the gate. On the other side of the road is a river, which flows slowly. There might be a barbecue stall by the river, and he could smell the aroma of barbecue.

A car parked at the gate of the community. The security guard helping it open the lifting rod, and the car slowly drove in. The headlights of the car swept across the grass, startling a stray cat and scurrying deeper into the area.

Feng Jing's expression was solemn. In a dream, could he really be so precise? Did he construct so many details in this dream?

The carefully planned community environment, the young lovers quarreling under the street lights, the stray cats in the grass, the smell of barbecue in the air - all these clearly told him that this was not a dream, this was reality.

He stood alone on the balcony blowing the cold wind for ten minutes, and finally returned to the living room shaking his body.

He is a materialist. He has received scientific education since he was a child, and he would never believe such a ridiculous thing before turning into a dog. But now that the facts are in front of him, he can no longer escape. He didn't know how or why this happened. Maybe he should wait until he returned to City A and find a heavenly master to help him take a look?

This thought made him laugh at himself. The kind of people he despised in the past may now be the only ones who can save him. If there was anything to be thankful for, it was that he discovered that he seemed to only turn into this dog late at night.

According to the situation of the past two days, he should have transformed after twelve o'clock. So if twelve o'clock is set as the first change point, at what time does he transform back every day? His alarm clock was set for six o'clock, and this change should occur between twelve o'clock and six o'clock.

In order to figure out what time he would turn back into a human, Feng Jing lay on the sofa and stared at the clock on the wall. When he came to his senses again, the alarm clock was buzzing in his ears.

Feng Jing: "..."

He still fell asleep last night.

He remembered that his last memory was at 3:30 in the morning, which meant that he had not changed before 3:30.

There were slight footsteps at the door. Feng Jing saw Michelle's hesitant expression, rubbed his hair and walked out of the bed: "You don't need to say anything, I understand, and you don't want to say anything anymore." Record a video and show it to me."

He was still glad that he could only transform at night, but he forgot that when he turned into a dog, the dog would also turn into him! So, he exchanged souls with that dog? He had seen many soul-swapping stories in movies, novels and animations, but they were always swapping with the heroine. Why was he swapping with a dog? Who are you looking down on?

Looking at his ever-changing expressions, Michelle moved the corners of her mouth several times, and finally just responded "Okay."

On the way to the set, Feng Jing sent a message to his mother: "Good morning~ [smile]"

The Queen Mother: No one told you that this smiling expression is very unfriendly [smile]

Feng Jing: ...I thought you middle-aged people thought this is what smiling means

The Queen Mother: Do you feel the love of us middle-aged people? [smile][smile][smile][smile][smile]

Feng Jing: ...well, very profound

Feng Jing: I came to you to ask, is the Taoist priest you introduced to others before really effective?

The Queen Mother: Why, didn’t you say that these are all feudal dregs? [smile]

Feng Jing: I think so, but I have a friend who keeps saying that he encountered dirty things on the set. He asked me to help him ask if there are any more effective Taoist priests who can do some rituals for him.

The Queen Mother: The person I introduced is very busy and may not be available, and he is a heavenly master, not a Taoist priest [smile]

Feng Jing: "..."

Feng Jing was heartbroken that so many people were superstitious about the "Heavenly Master".

The Queen Mother: I will send you the contact information of his secretary. You can ask your friend to make an appointment with the secretary first.

Feng Jing:? ? ? ? ?

Feng Jing: Is there a secretary? Still need to make an appointment?

The Queen Mother: Otherwise, what do you think? It’s the 21st century, kid [smile]

Feng Jing: Oh, okay, thank you [smile]

Feng Jing: "..."

It seems that the dog really likes his dog biscuits.