On the huge poster blocking a wall, Lin Muyu's smile bloomed brightly, Tang Feng touched the poster and said, "Sister, when did you do this?"

Lin Muyu said: "I did it before I came to Beijing. ”

"Where is my sister from?" Tang Feng asked.

Lin Muyu said: "My sister is from Yangzhou. ”

"Yangzhou, no wonder my sister is so beautiful. Tang Feng said: "Since ancient times, Yangzhou has produced beautiful women, and it really deserves its reputation." ”

"Imp. Lin Muyu said: "Don't pick up all the good things. ”

Tang Feng looked at the big words "Lin Muyu, you must insist!" and said, "Since my sister knew that Beijing was not easy to mix before she came to Beijing, why did she still come?"

"Regardless of the real situation in Beijing, it is the cultural center of China and the holy place of everyone who has cultural pursuits. Lin Muyu looked out the window and said very calmly: "Everyone has their own dreams, my sister just wants to chase her dreams while she is young, so I still want to come knowing that Beijing is not easy to mix." Even if you fail, at least you have tried, and when you grow old in the future, you will not regret it. "Beipiao is different from other migrant workers in the city, they have their own pursuits, which is a kind of faith. Although it seems so far away, the North Drift from generation to generation is still one after another.

The dream is beautiful, the reality is cruel, a girl from the south came to Beijing alone, and the hardships can not be expressed in a few words. Tang Feng also has dreams, but his pursuit seems to be much more vulgar than Lin Muyu.

It's the first time I've slept in a girl's bed with such a big Tang style, it's fragrant, and it feels good. The next morning, when Tang Feng got up, Lin Muyu, who was sitting in front of his laptop wearing anti-myopia glasses, was answering the phone.

After answering the phone, Lin Muyu pointed to a plastic bag printed with a supermarket advertisement and said to Tang Feng: "Sister has prepared all the things for washing for you in the morning, there is breakfast on the table, hurry up, I'm going out in a while." ”

"Oh. Although Tang Feng has no politeness on his lips, his heart is warm, and he has never been taken care of like this since he was a child. People who are uprooted and away from home are always more sensitive, although Huang Xin'er always screams from her brother and brother, and Huang Taoluo asked her to make tea for Tang Feng, and she readily agreed, but that feeling always felt that something was wrong. That day, Tang Feng heard the conversation between Huang Xin'er and her classmates in the mall, and he didn't actually blame her in his heart, but he couldn't stand the feeling of being under the fence. Perhaps, this is Tang Feng stingy and careful, but he didn't do anything wrong to leave him, man, only by himself can he stand up to the sky with peace of mind!

After Tang Feng finished grooming, he saw that Lin Muyu had changed her clothes, she was dressed as a professional woman, a white shirt with a black professional suit, her beautiful legs in stockings were exposed under her short skirt, and a pair of black high heels under her feet, so temperamental.

Lin Muyu didn't notice Tang Feng's eyes, she said: "Tang Feng, I'm sorry, can you accompany my sister to do something before going to the antique city? ”

Tang Feng asked, "What big shot?"

Lin Muyu said: "Of course it's the well-known director, it seems that there is a lot of hope for that book." ”

Tang Feng felt uncomfortable when he heard this word, and he said: "Directors are not good people. ”

"Huh. Lin Muyu said: "I'm a screenwriter and not an actor, what can he do to me? Besides, there are also the leaders of our company." ”

The place to talk about the script is in the coffee shop opposite the antique city, and the two of them go out of the residential area and walk on the street together, and people come and go on the street, and all people are busy with their lives.

Inside the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the coffee shop facing the street, a sexy woman full of famous brands is gently stirring the coffee in front of her with a coffee spoon in an elegant posture. A few people are enjoying life, and many more are enduring life, and outside the glass window, a thin old man who collects waste products is slowly pedaling a tricycle, while shaking his hand weakly

Bell. The sexy woman watched the old man slowly pass by the window as if she were looking at the air, and her mood did not change at all.

Tang Feng and Lin Muyu walked into the coffee shop, Lin Muyu found a place for Tang Feng to sit down, and after ordering a cup of coffee for him, Lin Muyu pointed to a private room and said to Tang Feng: "Tang Feng, you are waiting for my sister here, and my sister will come out after talking about things." ”

"Okay, sister, let's go. Tang Feng nodded.

Lin Muyu pushed the door and walked into the private room, Tang Feng glanced at it, there were three middle-aged men with big bellies, the other two were dressed decently, and the other one was a little unusual. He has long, unkempt hair that looks like he hasn't been groomed for years, and his face is wrinkled and unkempt, and this style is either an artist or a neurosis, and there is no scientific means to determine the difference between the two.

Tang Feng didn't care about those, looking at the antique city opposite, hoping for good luck today.

The soothing cello background music continued to flow, and after Tang Feng changed his posture one hundred and eight, he suddenly saw the two middle-aged people in the private room just now on the street.

Tang Feng looked back, the door was still closed, and only the director and Lin Muyu were left inside. Tang Feng is a little worried, the artist's ideas are often unexpected, what if he has the wrong nerve and wants to make art alone?

Just thinking about it, the door of the private room opened, and finally it was all right, and Tang Feng stood up.

"Bang!" The door of the private room suddenly closed again, and it was closed very hard, and Tang Feng immediately ran over.

"Bang!" the door opened again, this time with Tang Feng kicking it open.

The two people in the private room were stunned at the same time.

"Smack!" a resounding slap hit the artist in the face.

"Shameless!" Lin Muyu, whose hair was slightly disheveled, turned around and walked out of the private room.

The artist, who hadn't come back to his senses, touched his cheek and scolded loudly: "You don't understand the rules?"

Then, he glanced at Tang Feng, who had just kicked in the door, and shouted angrily: "You ......" Before he finished speaking, a bench flew over, and then he was kicked into the corner by Tang Feng.

Tang Feng has to rush up again.

"Tang Feng, don't!" Lin Muyu, who had gone and returned, grabbed Tang Feng and said, "Don't make trouble." ”

Tang Feng looked back at Lin Muyu and said, "But he just now..." Tang Feng was halfway through his words, looking at Lin Muyu's sad eyes, he had no choice but to nod silently.

The two walked through the lobby of the coffee shop, the low cello continuing the mournful tune, and the guests continued to whisper as if nothing had happened.

The person who the sexy woman by the glass window was waiting for had already arrived, this was a rich old man dressed in high-end clothes, nearly sixty years old, and his face was full of red light, the sexy woman glanced at Tang Feng inadvertently, and then hid in the arms of the old man, muttering coquettishly.

Our life is like the sound of a cello, on the left bank is the wizened old man who collects waste, on the right bank is the sexy woman, as long as we cross the sorrow flowing in the middle, we can go from the hard work of the left bank to the happiness of the right bank.

It's just that who can bear this kind of sadness calmly?