At 7 p.m., Wang Ming's house

More than a dozen people collapsed on the couch unconscious, leaving a few young ones to clean up the mess. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the table with messy cups and plates, there are Huang Lili and Li Muling, both of whom have the demeanor of the eldest sister, so they also sit together when they are fighting, and they have to fall hand in hand when they are drunk, and now the two of them are sleeping on the table.

Wang Ming and Sun Yang helped the two people to the room that had been cleaned up upstairs, and then sent Wang Jie and the others back to the room one by one, although they only went up to the second floor, it was still a little tiring to go back and forth a few times.

"What's next? When will your maid come back? ”

Sun Yang leaned back against the sofa, holding the canned beer that had just been refrigerated from the refrigerator in his hand, he always wanted to taste what beer tasted like, but unfortunately he always felt bad about foreign things, so he never had a chance, and he didn't need to care so much with Wang Ming, he could do whatever he wanted: "Speaking of which, I haven't congratulated you, are you happy to get the grand prize?" ”

Wang Ming picked up the chopsticks and took a few bites of food, just now he had been playing games at the dinner table, or he was drinking drinks, and he didn't eat anything, but now he exercised and became even hungrier, so he said while eating: "To be honest, before I won the award, I especially hoped to win the award, what is the best actor and actress, director and the like, all belong to us, but when I actually won this award, I was thinking, whether these are what I want." ”

"And the result? Our big thinkers. ”

Sun Yang's tone was a little embarrassed and a little funny. Wang Ming has low self-esteem since a long time ago, and always feels that he is inferior to his mother less than others, so he is often bullied in elementary school, at that time he was a stuffy gourd, and he didn't speak in the class, I remember once a boy threw him five cents and told him to go to the commissary to buy a popsicle back, he didn't go, and then he was beaten, he was very thin at that time, and he couldn't even fight back, he was such a person who once needed his own protection, and now he can be on his own, and time will really change a person.

Wang Ming picked up a piece of pork ribs, which was a dish made by Sun Yang, and it tasted good: "We are like this pig, we would never have thought that today's laziness would become his plate of Chinese food, so the future is unknown, but it is certain in the eyes of others." ”

"What do you mean?" Sun Yang couldn't figure out what he was trying to say.

"My way is wrong," Wang Ming put down his chopsticks and explained, "My dream is to surpass the gray stream and become a two-dimensional all-professional master, so my work should be something more civilian." After all, the people above are not looking at the audience of the work, but the short-term and long-term benefits, and it is the ordinary audience who creates this income. ”

After listening to it for a long time, except for knowing that Wang Ming's dream is to surpass the gray stream, the rest of the people don't understand it at all, and make so many terms, do you think you are a sociologist? Popular, top-down, stratile?

Sun Yang didn't figure out what Wang Ming was expressing at first, and thought about it carefully because of his identity. Later, when I listened to it, I reacted, he was still as sullen as before, so I didn't need to be a gentleman who had been pretending to be a gentleman for half a month, I should compare my middle finger to my middle finger, I should say dirty words, I should relax, I should relax, as long as there is no problem, I can be casual at other times.

"Speak human words."

Wang Ming said as if he had been prepared for a long time, his face was not red and he was panting: "Oh, I just won't be able to make a work like "Five Centimeters per Second" in the future, so I will give everyone an explanation." ”

"Damn, sullen man!" Sun Yang gave a middle finger and said indifferently: "Then what are you going to do next?" ”

"I want to go to school."

"Going to school?"

Sun Yang's mouth was wide open enough to swallow an egg, he didn't expect to hear this answer from Wang Ming's mouth, he thought he would say what his future career would be, but he actually wanted to go to school? He used to hate going to school the most!

Wang Ming put down the chopsticks in his hand and wiped his mouth with a tissue. He is going to systematically learn composition and reproduce the miracle of the Sawano praying mantis, so he must master his style, but unfortunately he has no ability to compose, and it is no problem to score music, if it is original...... Let's learn it systematically.

Sun Yang glanced at Wang Ming, threw aside the beer can he had drunk in his hand, and said, "It's been a week since school started today." ”

"Who told you that you must go to school to go to school, Mom, she is a teacher!" Wang Ming looked down on Sun Yang, with a look of 'really uninformed' in his eyes.

Therefore, even if he becomes a big cartoonist, Gou still can't change eating, and after having this layer of skin, he actually synthesized and evolved, just like the vulgar game from the micro-message space.

At this time, Zheng Yang was sitting on the seat drinking tea, and Liu Chengfeng, who was a little cramped, sat opposite him.

Liu Chengfeng also held a cup of tea in his hand, but he didn't have the idea of drinking it at all: "Lao Zheng, now there is a lack of a leader in the editorial department, you come back and continue to be the deputy editor-in-chief, these young people still need to be cultivated, and you know that most of them are messing around, and those enterprising editors have all left, so I need you to help me train the next generation!" ”

"Actually, the two of us don't have a good idea!"

The moment he heard this, Liu Chengfeng said that his heart was not good, and he hurriedly said: "Lao Zheng, I ......"

"Don't talk yet, listen to me."

Zheng Yang stopped Liu Chengfeng's next words, and said to himself: "You have momentum and ideas, if it weren't for the things left by the old editor-in-chief, you should have left a long time ago, right?" I remember that Phoenix seemed to have come to solicit it four years ago, and at that time it took Xiao Zhang and those people away, and you are here......"

"I ......"

Liu Chengfeng's mood was a little low, in fact, Xiao Zhang and those people were not ready to leave at the beginning, but the four seasons at that time were really homeless, and he couldn't bear to watch the capable editors under his name continue to mix here, and he had to endure overtime until late at night every day, and pick out the kind of mood that could still be read from dozens of bad manuscripts.

When he returned their contracts to them, he could only be speechless and did not even dare to look at these people when he saw the heartache of being deeply stabbed. And this has become the biggest pain in his heart, and it is also the reason why those people have been targeting the four seasons, suppressing the four seasons, and persecuting the four seasons to this day.

"So ......"

The sudden sound woke Liu Chengfeng up from his memories, and he hurriedly looked at Zheng Yang, looking forward to his next words.

Zheng Yang looked at the teacup, four or five curly leaves floating on the water, brushed aside the tea leaves with his hand, and said softly: "If you can find them back, I will come later." ”