It is better to speak concisely, concisely and a little mysteriously than to say some disgusting words and wait for Yu Xinyu to read it three years later and hold the postcard and laugh at others.
Cen Yu admired it for a while and felt very satisfied.
Of course, he also felt that Yu Xinyu would not be able to receive it. After all, Yu Xinyu would definitely not live in that apartment in three years.
That doesn't matter, even if a passerby sees him, he won't know what he is talking about.
Thinking of this, Cen Yu put the pen aside, put the postcard into the envelope, and handed it to the clerk. After paying, he just waited for the other party to send the postcard on this day three years later.
At this time, Sang Qianshan happened to have finished writing. He carefully stuffed the postcard into the envelope. After paying the money, he asked the clerk seriously——
“Is this postcard really going to be mailed in three years?”
After receiving a positive reply from the clerk, he nodded, seemingly very satisfied.
Cen Yu looked at it curiously, "What did you write?" He thought for a moment and then asked, "Who did you write it for?"
Sang Qianshan glanced at Cen Yu, "Who did you write this for?"
"Who else can I give it to?" Cen Yu wondered, "Of course it's to Yu Xinyu."
The smile at the corner of Sang Qianshan's mouth subsided a little. He looked at Cen Yu who was still trying to find out what he had written, and finally said coldly -
"secret."
He would not tell Cen Yu that the content in his postcard was addressed to him.
The content is also very simple, just his most sincere wish.
[May you be worry-free, safe and happy throughout your life. 】
…
After they finished sending the postcards, they were about to leave the seaside shop. However, as soon as Cen Yu opened the door curtain and walked out, he saw Lou Baichuan, who was wearing a T-shirt and completely lost his previous serious look.
Sang Qianshan also saw Lou Baichuan. He was not familiar with him, but he just knew that he was Cen Yu's boss.
Because the camera following the two of them was still behind them, Cen Yu just wanted to say hello, but he guessed that Lou Baichuan didn't want to be in the frame, so he suppressed the action of saying hello.
However, Lou Baichuan took the initiative and said to the two of them, "What a coincidence."
Cen Yu immediately indicated with his eyes that there were photographers behind them. Moreover, because they came to the store, the live broadcast started after entering the store.
Lou Baichuan seemed to have not seen Cen Yu's hint, "I didn't expect to meet you here."
【Who is this? ! Why do I feel so familiar with my wife? ! 】
[What do you mean by your wife? Sang Qianshan will probably go crazy after hearing this, haha]
[Stop being a wife? ! I didn’t see the deleted news, so Cen Yu is not a good person, he is being taken care of by Brother Fu, right? 】
"Brother Chuan, are you okay with being in the camera?"
Cen Yu really couldn't bear that Lou Baichuan couldn't understand his hint.
Ask straight to the point.
Lou Baichuan seemed to have noticed the camera behind him just now. He thought for a while and said, "It should be okay."
Sang Qianshan was not familiar with Lou Baichuan, and it was because they talked on the plane that he realized that the company where the eldest son of the Lou family went was actually the one where Cen Yu worked.
"You're not here specifically to catch me at work, are you?" Cen Yu said deliberately.
If you imply that Lou Baichuan is your boss, don't think too much about it!
He was afraid that some people who didn't know the truth would think that his "rich boyfriend" was Lou Baichuan!
"Am I so arrogant?" Lou Baichuan asked. He seemed to feel that they had been talking at the door for too long, so he moved slightly away from the door and said, "You guys get busy first."
After Cen Yu, Sang Qianshan and the photographer left together, he looked at the postcards in the store.
He remembered what Cen Yu had just said about "such a coincidence". How could there be so many coincidences in the world? When they went out now, they could probably still see his car parked on the side of the road. He just kept looking at the live broadcast room and realized Got this chance encounter.
Perhaps because both of them wrote postcards, the business in the store suddenly became lively.
Many people decide to have a renaissance and write some postcards to send to their future selves.
Lou Baichuan just looked at the postcards with various patterns all over the wall. He looked at them for a long time and finally found the most suitable one.
There were only sea levels and flying birds on the postcard. The flying birds were far away at this time, and only a tiny white dot could be seen. Lou Baichuan took the postcard and didn't write anything special. He just wrote on it in his own handwriting. Check today's date and time.
Then he handed it over to the clerk.
He planned to send this postcard to himself. He didn't have anyone he wanted to talk to or wish him well, so he simply sent it to himself, just to remember this moment.
…
The first session of seaside recording is finally over.
Because of what happened on the first night, the program team had enough of the material and decided to go back early on the third day.
The guests were free to choose when to go back. Sang Qianshan left the villa early because he had temporary work, followed by Jian Zhou and others. In the end, only Cen Yu and Yu Jinheng were left in the villa.
While Cen Yu was brushing his teeth, he stood on the terrace. He had an afternoon flight and it wasn't very urgent.
【Host! Big news! 】
The big fat cat suddenly shouted in his head.
"..." Cen Yu was so frightened by the other party that he almost swallowed the bubble.
But he still took out his phone, and soon saw the message that the big fat cat had forwarded to him.
The content is roughly that the works of a certain painter were sold at a high price at the auction today. This person is a disciple of Master XXX. He has already emerged as a very talented person when he was young, but for some reason he has been silent for many years.
Then he returned with his paintings many years later, which were sold at high prices, and many galleries rushed to collect his paintings.
Cen Yu bit his toothbrush and naturally saw that the young painter in the report was Yu Xinyu.
Yu Xinyu was wearing a fitted suit, and her slightly long hair was neatly combed, with only a few strands of hair hanging on her forehead. When he looked at the camera, he smiled at the corner of his mouth, looking like a naturally arrogant nobleman.
When faced with compliments, he is neither humble nor arrogant. Even the questioner's deliberate digging can be blocked by him smoothly.
He seemed so at ease, as if he was born to be in such a social situation, and as if no problem could stump him.
Only when someone asked him if he had a lover, his eyebrows suddenly became lively, and the boring question that he thought would be blocked now became meaningful.
He looked at the camera from the corner of his brown-green eyes, and the smile finally reached his eyes, "Of course."
"But he doesn't like me to mention it." Yu Xinyu shushed, "We are secretly in love."
The "him" in his answer directly hinted at the gender of his lover. He looked so happy, as if the secret love requested by his lover was by no means an unreasonable request for him.
