Chapter 179
There was a faint scent of pine in the room, and several rows of easels were coiled in a corner. Under the dim light, they looked like strange-shaped furniture. The reflected shadows made everything else in the room look strange. Music + Literature + Novels www.しwxs.com
Huang Tong's head was sunk between his hands, with a sad expression. He couldn't see it anymore, so Zijin squatted in front of her, his eyes full of concern and distress: "You have nine lives, don't worry."
Zi Jin's temperament has always been tolerant and restrained, and only Huang Tong can easily stir up her emotions. Seeing his lover suffering for his friend, Zijin even regretted it a little. Even though he had to do it, he felt that in such a situation, what he did was due to lack of consideration.
Huang Tong smiled comfortingly: "Zijin..." She gently hugged Zijin's shoulders: "I love you so much. I will tell you every day from now on." Without further explanation, she knew that Zijin understood her.
Zijin rubbed the soft hair on the back of her head with his hand. Of course she understands. Her Tongtong is such a kind-hearted person with a soft heart. Hearing Liang Xinyi's words of "sorry" and Su Qianyan's confused expression, there was no one at the scene who was not moved or sighed.
Love is really something that can only be met but cannot be sought. Even if you seek it, it may not always end well. She and she are so lucky.
"Okay, you always talk and I always listen." Zijin smiled softly in her ear.
"Then you have to say it." After saying that, Huang Tong burst out laughing: "Forget it, don't force others to do anything. I just know." It's unimaginable to let Zijin talk about love every day.
Her love is always expressed through actions.
The door of the room was knocked lightly several times, and Qin Mei's voice came: "She's okay."
Huang Tong and Zijin came out. In the lounge next door, several doctors in white coats were giving Liang Xiaoran instructions.
"She is not suitable to move yet, so she has to stay with me for one night." Qin Mei's eyes showed a trace of exhaustion. This made Huang Tong feel guilty and said, "Sorry to trouble you." Qin Mei shook her head, but her eyes drifted to Fan Qin, who had been watching Liang Xinyi every step of the way. "Her mental state was not strong enough to cope with the stress for such a long period of time."
Huang Tong nodded, went over and patted Little K on the shoulder: "You go get something to eat, I'm here."
Little K's eyes never left Liang Xinyi, who had fallen asleep. He just shook his head in shock.
Qin Mei sighed, stepped forward and took her hand, turned around and took her out of the room. Little K might be too tired, so he let her pull him, but his eyes gradually became misty.
Qin Mei took her to the restaurant and asked someone to prepare some food for her.
"Come on, eat." An encouraging look.
Fan Qin touched the knife and fork with his fingers, and when he heard a movement outside the door, he shrank back again. The long eyelashes trembled, and the eyes raised nervously, looking at the way they came. At this time, Fan Qin was like a little sika deer nervous about his partner, which made Qin Mei's heart overflowing with pity.
"Taylor, close the door." Qin Mei sighed: "Don't worry, she has a whole team of doctors around her. You should trust me on this."
Fan Qin nodded, lowered his eyelashes, forked a piece of vegetable and put it into his mouth. It tasted like chewing wax.
Qin Mei couldn't stand others not eating well, so she sat next to her, cut a piece of steak for her, and brought it to her mouth. Just now, the mustard in the salad dressing irritated my tongue. She obediently stretched out a small pink tip of her tongue, touched the steak, opened her mouth and bit it, chewed carefully and swallowed slowly. Then, I licked my lips, my eyes were irritated. It's so smokey.
Staring at her with a deep gaze, Qin Mei felt that this scene was unexpectedly... pleasing to the eye.
She had never felt that watching people eat was such a pleasure. Qin Mei simply put her head on the side of her wrist, tilted her head and watched intently. Fan Qin's earlobes turned red. Finally he raised his eyes, with an angry look on his face as if in protest. Qin Mei only feels that she is more happy when she looks like this, but the current atmosphere is really not suitable for sex. As soon as the word "**" appeared in her mind, Qin Mei felt as shocked as five thunders -
Could it be that her thoughts about her have reached this point?
Seeing Qin Mei's expression getting darker and darker, Fan Qin asked strangely: "What's wrong with you? Are you stupid?"
Could it be that the real reason in her heart for breaking off the relationship with Amy and politely rejecting Zhan Fen was because of her?
"What's wrong with you?" Fan Qin felt that Qin Mei was becoming more and more elusive.
Qin Mei stood up. Impossible, impossible... Her heart had long been closed and no one could open it. She was not used to people living in it. What's more, this person, this person... She looked at Fan Qin for a moment. She is young and beautiful. He has long dark hair, a face as clean as white porcelain, and a pair of eyes that are cautiously searching but afraid of being hurt. This is a poor girl who has been so psychologically traumatized that her heart has activated an emergency defense mechanism.
Can she afford her future?
How can a soul that cannot heal itself heal another soul that is riddled with holes?
Qin Mei took a deep breath and her eyes became extremely dim. She said softly: "It's okay. Have you eaten? I'll arrange a room for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the closed door of the restaurant being opened by the people. "I found you." An unexpected guest came.
Amy walked from far to near, her eyes sliding from Qin Mei to the person next to her. Fan Qin's eyes lit up when he saw it: "Oh, who do I think it is! Qinqin, we meet again." After saying that, he stretched out a hand and shook Fan Qin's hand.
Fan Qin showed a sweet smile. It seemed that she had a good impression of her: "Teacher Ai, we meet again. I remember that the last time we met was in Shanghai two years ago."
Amy blinked: "I dare not forget that you helped Zhou Lang get out of trouble..." The two of them reminisced about old times.
Both of them were once popular figures in the entertainment industry, and their acquaintance was normal. But Qin Mei only felt a little guilty and wanted them to separate immediately. Especially when I saw the two of them holding hands, the time was too long.
"It's too late, I'll send you to rest first." Qin Mei said to Fan Qin. Fan Qin looked away from Amy with a bright look, and when he looked at Qin Mei, there was a flash of doubt in his eyes.
Amy put an arm around Qin Mei's waist and said softly in her ear: "I'll go with you."
Fan Qin was stunned and stared at the hand on Qin Mei. When he looked at Qin Mei again, he found clear panic in her eyes.
Would she also feel this way? Aren't you always calm about changes?
What is their relationship and why are they so close?
Qin Mei reassured Amy not to follow, then pulled Fan Qin and lowered her voice: "Let's go."
The two of them walked in tandem as they had come, and Fan Qin's hand was wrapped in Qin Mei's hand with warmth. But when she came, she felt it was good, reassuring and warm. But now, she couldn't help but recall the scene just now in her mind.
Qin Mei stopped in front of a room. She turned around, not knowing how to face her again.
"Have a good rest. There are so many people guarding your sister's place, so there won't be any problem. If you're still worried, her room is just around the next corner."
Fan Qin nodded and said, "I understand."
Next, Qin Mei could say goodbye, but she suddenly couldn't bear to let go of her hand. Instead, he held her tighter: "If you need anything, call me."
Fan Qin only felt that his empty heart was occupied by resentment again. Why was she in such a hurry to send herself away? Amy is clearly still waiting for her.
Waiting for her, what to do?
She didn't dare to ask, and she didn't have the right to ask. She only felt that her heart was empty, but it seemed to be filled up, and she felt swollen and sad.
Qin Mei let go of her hand, but her eyes did not leave her.
"Are you okay? Do you want me to go in and accompany you?" In my heart, I actually hoped that she would agree. Qin Mei felt that her reason was gradually separated from her heart. She knew why. Only one emotion can be so uncontrollable.
Fan Qin said quietly: "Isn't she waiting for you?"
Qin Mei raised the corners of her mouth slightly and opened the door: "I'll stay with you until you fall asleep."
How about falling asleep? Fan Qin thought to himself, can you always stay with me...
At this time, Huang Tong decided to talk to Su Qianyan. She wanted Ai Yao to drive away Tang Yu. Who would have thought that Tang Yu would come and look for Zijin.
Tang Yu was actually very transparent. For a freshman with no money and no power, to be able to receive generous and focused attention from Xinhuayi must have something to do with the highest-ranking boss.
Seeing Zijin herself, it's hard to believe that she is the CEO of a giant company like Schindler. Too young and extremely beautiful. The eyebrows are distinct and picturesque, and no matter which angle you look at the outline, they are all strokes and strokes, which are all created. But Tang Yu felt that these things were no less than hers. Her victory was due to her grace and beauty.
In particular, the atmosphere of isolation from the world is like the cold moonlight hanging high on the treetops in the distance; like the willows beside the blue spring in March in early spring, carrying the beautiful twilight stream.
There is such beauty in the world. Tang Yu sighed.
Children prefer to study superficial things. Looking at her novel and envious expression, Zijin knew that she was comparing the looks of two people. She had to pretend to be listening attentively in order to snap out of her trance.
"Thank you." But these three words were what was waiting for him.
Zijin raised his eyebrows.
"I mean, thank you for being willing to help me become famous." Tang Yu said cautiously, with a timid tone.
Huang Tong often said that Zijin liked to kill three eagles with one stone or n eagles, but in fact he just wanted to maximize the use of resources. But she already knew that this method was not right for the situation but for the person.
Tang Yu was the person she chose. Even though her background may be quite complicated. It’s not like she has never done multilateral games before. As long as you follow her plan step by step, your chances of winning are still very high.
The New Black Mass must be protected by strong power. From this point of view, Tang Yu is suitable. The premise is whether that force can be washed and dyed in a color consistent with the goal of the Black Mass.
Zijin's mood was both gratifying and worried. What is gratifying is that the person she chose is not bad, and he is transparent enough to know who created her stardom. The worry is that such a big favor will make her feel panicked, which may affect her plans.
So, Zi Jin said the most philistine thing: "I praise you because you can make money for me, don't let me down." If you want a reason to feel at ease, I will give it to you.
Sure enough, the little guy's vigilance and hesitation finally gave way to relief: "I can do it, boss."
"Call me Zijin. After all, Su Qianyan is still my modern dance teacher, and I am her student."
Tang Yu suddenly felt that this big beauty was so considerate. You must know that in polite remarks, in order to express relationship, no matter who it is, they will say "your sister" and so on, but she calls her by her first name, which does not make her unhappy. God knows how much she minded this.
Just for this reason, she has to work hard and make a lot of money for the beauty!
The night has grown dark, slowly and long.
Huang Tong saw Tang Yu talking to Zijin and stared at Liang Xinyi's sleeping face for a long time before summoning the courage to go find Su Qianyan.
Su Qianyan went to Qin Mei's office upstairs. Qin Mei specially invited Su Qianyan upstairs to view her calligraphy collection, so as not to cause Liang Xinyi's mood to fluctuate too much when she was there.
Looking at the tall and graceful beauty in front of him, Huang Tong's nose felt a little sore: "Qianqian, can we talk about it?"
Su Qianyan's eyes left the calligraphy scroll, and her eyes moved: "I know what you want to talk about." She turned around and faced Huang Tong: "The expressions on all of your faces just now seemed to be regretting something, what is it?"
"Qianqian..." Huang Tong sat down and waved her to sit next to him. "You're right, we do feel sorry for you. You and her shouldn't be like this."
Su Qianyan's heart was stung instantly. She thought of Liang Xinyi's last smile. Her smile was like a flower blooming in the dark silence. It was a little sad, but more of a resolute and brilliant beauty.
Saying those words left her with such a smile. Why?
"I don't know what she and I should look like, but I'm sure it's not what you want to see." Su Qianyan could only say this.
The sadness in Huang Tong's eyes deepened: "Did that guy bully you again?" The Su Qianyan who was bullied to the point of admiration and obsession seemed to disappear overnight.
The author has something to say: Let’s talk about updating the article again
As for the second update yesterday, who would have thought that the company's meeting would last until ten o'clock at night, and it would not be possible to miss the meeting, because this time I am hosting it. So I could only get up at three in the morning, thinking about writing more words in a chapter, so as not to break my promise.
In fact, some old readers have long been accustomed to Geng Leohan's "broken promises", and they have gradually improved in recent years.
Why did I break my promise? I'm really not kidding you. My starting point was good, I wanted to tell my "big words" and have everyone supervise and supervise me, and use the collective public opinion effect to "force" my article out. But I have a thick skin. If I can’t write, I just can’t write. If I continue to scold you, I won’t read Jinjiang. Isn’t it very ostrich?
So many readers who liked my articles were lost because of my "personality". I am miserable. After all, in this society full of utilitarianism and unscrupulous means, I know that I am already a person with a clear bottom line and clear moral values, and I have a stronger stance than those who do whatever it takes for personal gain. And I can swear that when it comes to writing articles, I will only play every game I can think of with my procrastination, including involving you. But I will never do anything that would taint the original intention of my writing. The source is dirty, and the writing is no longer a good story.
But universal truth always only talks about the results and does not look at your starting point. In this way, I did make a mistake, and I also realized that the collective effect cannot cure my procrastination.
This reminds me of the cp fanfics that I have been following recently. I always get frustrated by the good ones. When I go to the author to ask for a copy, the author dismisses them with "I'm lazy". Or it’s monthly, quarterly or even annual updates. I’m miserable when I fall into the trap. Why are we so easy to kill? Because you don't even have the qualifications to scold. You are obliged to write the article, but you are not charged a penny. You want to see? Then all we can do is wait. So you see, I am not the only author who procrastinates. The conflict between wanting to dedicate better works to everyone and being unable to write them is actually quite cute, because she has high standards for her works and doesn’t want to fool you or herself.
It was because of this experience that I realized that even if Jinjiang was useless, at least the author's update mechanism was effective. It makes spontaneous behavior more constrained and more efficient. Coupled with the increasing age, social status and emphasis on responsibilities, it becomes feasible to put yourself under your pressure. The reason why the update frequency is still not impressive is that I am really busy at work. Working overtime is commonplace. I can only use all my time to "squeeze" articles.
Nonsense, I just want to say, thank you Jinjiang, thank you. Allow me to keep doing one thing. Maybe one day I won't be able to code anymore, but the years of coding are filled with joy and hardship, and my memories are precious. While you and I still have this fate, hurry up and cherish me, treat me well, and nudge me when the text is broken. Remember, nudge me gently, and smoothing my hair is the most important thing.
