Farewell to Wang Tao, Lan Beibei walked out of the campus all the way, but walked outside the boss's thin and lame food stall. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing the injury. Lan Beibei sighed and sat down, ordered a bowl of her favorite oil residue noodles and waited.

A couple sits next to them, licking the same yogurt-flavored ice cream piled high with chocolate and cookies, and the look at them relish tells that the ice cream is delicious.

Lan Beibei tilted her head, recalling that not long ago, she and Lin Chenfei were also licking the same ice cream, and the sweet, sour taste was unforgettable.

She also leaned on Lin Chenfei and said, "I have never been dumped, let alone emotionally hurt." But with you, I'm so scared that you'll suddenly dump me one day...... I wish I had a lot of heart. ”

"What would happen to you if I did dump you?" Lin Chenfei asked her so at that time.

"Never make such jokes, don't say anything, I'm going to get hurt."

Thinking of this, Lan Beibei couldn't help but smile, what if she was really dumped? Is it still like a woman who has no interest in seeking death and life, and will be depressed from now on?

Who can't live without whom? The sun will rise tomorrow.

"The oil residue noodles you ordered are coming to Luo." The food stall owner took a bowl of fried noodles and put it in front of her.

"Oh, thank you." Lan Beibei took the oil residue noodles blankly, reached out and touched her cheeks, and found that it was already full of hot tears.

Yes, this dilapidated food stall carries too many memories of her and Lin Chenfei - when they first met, they fled here, and he inexplicably stuffed her with 500 yuan; Her novels were not appreciated, and he brought him here to drink alcohol, and he enlightened her carefully......

Novels, novels, and now Lan Beibei's novels are published one after another, but she feels that the impact of just publishing books is not big enough, in this era of visualization and graphics, it is necessary to turn white and black characters into vivid film and television pictures that are enjoyable!

Lan Beibei thought so, so she quickly dialed the number of Mingguang Film and Television Culture Co., Ltd. Yang Producer-

"Producer Yang, what did you think of my script? It's been a few months, but are you actually adopting it? I'll give you an answer. ”

"We're sorry we don't adopt it." Yang said on the other end of the phone.

Lan Beibei's heart was cold, but she still said unwillingly: "I have a contract." ”

"If you look at the contract carefully, it's clearly written, and if we don't adopt your script, we don't need to give you money." Producer Yang quickly finished speaking, and then hung up the phone.

Lan Beibei listened to the busy sound on the phone, and ate the oil residue noodles blankly, although the oil residue noodles were still meaty, but she ate the same taste as chewing wax.

After eating, she mechanically stepped onto a bus and headed to the terminal without a purpose......

Life is like a train that doesn't know the end, driving forward in confusion all the way. Lan Beibei thought so, and her ears seemed to hear Lin Chenfei humming her favorite song "Dream of Youth":

The roads of the city are crooked,

I don't know where it leads.

Confused, turn around,

I don't know where to go back.

In front of the café,

Who is there again, weeping with tears in their eyes,

In the blink of an eye, the starry sky,

Where should I go with my back......

"Oh my God, I didn't expect the father of the school grass Lin Chenfei to jump off the building in the Wanjiale Building that he invested and built." A girl sitting in front of Lan Beibei screamed with a mobile phone newspaper, startling Lan Beibei.

"I heard that he owes hundreds of millions, and Wanjiale Building has become an unfinished house again." Said the female companion who screamed at the girl.

"Then how is Lin Chenfei now?"

"Who knows, didn't he go to the School of Tourism of Yunnan University as an exchange student last year? He went and was never heard from. ”

……

After listening to their conversation, Lan Beibei also hurriedly turned on her mobile phone, typed in the search bar: "Lin Jianhao, Wanjiale Building" two keywords, and soon searched a bunch of news such as "Lin Jianhao was unable to repay his debt of tens of millions of yuan and jumped off the building to his death".

Lan Beibei was stunned, and suddenly, she felt a camera flashing behind her, and when she turned her head, she saw a boy with a big face and a ponytail filming herself in DV.

"How are you? Did you know that it's not right to make a video without someone else's permission? Lan Beibei looked at him angrily and said.

Wang Tao grabbed his hair: "I'm sorry, it's just ......"

Lan Beibei stroked her long hair gracefully: "Just what?" ”

"It's just that you are my idol, a writer from Landa." Wang Tao said with a dead face.

Lan Beibei hurriedly waved his hand: "Come on." ”

Wang Tao defended: "Alas, don't get me wrong, I don't think anything wrong with you, you say, you are my good buddy's girlfriend, I can't dig people's corners, right?" ”

Lan Beibei shrugged: "I didn't get me wrong, it's inexplicable." ”

"That's good, that's good, anyway, I like your books, not your people." Wang Tao danced and gestured: "No, no, I also like your people, but it's not the kind of love for children's private affairs, it's the kind of love for celebrities and idols, just like I like Liu Yifei, but I didn't think about having anything to do with her......"

"What a mess, I'm not in the mood to listen to your explanation, Lin Chenfei's father jumped off the building, do you know?" Lan Beibei handed the phone to Wang Tao.

Wang Tao took the mobile phone she handed over, and shouted at a glance: "Ah, oh my God! ”

That night, the Southern Life column reported that Lin Jianhao jumped off the building, and the hostess was actually Lan Beibei's roommate Tong Xiaotian.

"This is the Southern Life column, I am the intern host Tong Xiaotian, today our column invited Mr. Ke Jin, President of Hangzhou Benin Film and Television Culture Co., Ltd., he is an insider of the jumping incident of Wanjiale Building, and also a friend of Lin Jianhao, the developer of Wanjiale Building, now let's listen to his statement." Tong Xiaotian said and handed the microphone to Ke Jin.

"Hello audience friends." Ke Jin is not tall and very dark, but he looks like a mature man with a successful career. He calmly said into the camera lens: "I, Ke Jin, am a friend of Lin Jianhao. What makes me feel extremely sad at this moment is that I failed to prevent this tragedy as soon as possible, in fact, I should have advised him a long time ago not to take money too seriously. ”

Ke Jin rubbed his eyes lightly when he said this: "I'm really sad, but it's also disrespectful to talk more about a dead friend, we should do more meaningful things for everyone who is alive." Lin Jianhao told me that what made him most relieved was the five million wages he owed to migrant workers, what does five million wages mean? Did you know? This involves more than 200 families, these families are disadvantaged, some of them are waiting to send their children to school, some are waiting to treat their parents, and some husbands are waiting to use the money to buy a new dress for their beloved wife. ”

Ke Jin's speech attracted Tong Xiaotian deeply, until he left the scene, Tong Xiaotian also said to other colleagues: "This Ke Jin is really charming, I am about to fall in love with him." ”

"Xiao Tian, Ke Jin can be your father." An unconvinced male colleague replied.

Tong Xiaotian shouted indifferently: "What does it matter, the older a man gets, the more mature he becomes." ”

A few days later, Tong Xiaotian came to Miao Ling's filming site again, because she heard that Miao Ling's new film "Love Lianliankan" was produced by Ke Jin's Benin Film and Television.

During the break, Tong Xiaotian took Miao Ling's hand diligently and said, "Miao Xiaohua, I came to see you today, and by the way, I also came to invite you to do a program in our southern life column." ”

"Xiao Tian, your internship life is still full, right?" Miao Ling asked while drinking mineral water.

"It's fulfilling, it's fulfilling." As Tong Xiaotian spoke, she saw Ke Jin walking towards her and Miao Ling.

"Xiao Tian, why are you here?"

Hearing Ke Jin's question, Tong Xiaotian immediately pretended to be surprised: "Ah, Mr. Ke, why are you here." ”

"The "Love Lianliankan" that is being filmed now is produced by our Benin Film and Television, hehe." What Ke Jin said, in fact, Tong Xiaotian knows it.

"Come on, Miao Xiaohua, I'm waiting for you to become a big star." Tong Xiaotian patted Miao Ling on the shoulder, pretending to admire her very much.

There was no night play today, and in the evening, Ke Jin took Tong Xiaotian into his car.

"Every time I'm with you, I feel like I'm going to be a few years younger, and to thank you, it's a little bit of my heart." Ke Jin said as he gave a small box to Tong Xiaotian.

Tong Xiaotian took the small box, opened it and screamed, because it contained the big diamond ring she dreamed of.

"Tempted?" Ke Jin asked with a smile.

"Of course tempting, Mr. Ke, you are too good to me." Tong Xiaotian was as excited as a shiny fighting.

"You also want to play the heroine in the same style as Miao Ling?" Ke Jin asked meaningfully.

"Of course, I'm actually ......"

"Actually, you're jealous of her?" Ke Jin knows Tong Xiaotian very well.

"How dare you be jealous of her, my life is not as good as her."

Tong Xiaotian lowered her head, and found that her delicate little hand was held by Ke Jin: "With me, your life will be fine." ”

Two days before the long holiday, a poster was posted on the bulletin board of the campus that read, "Lijiang Tour of the Travelers Club, welcome to sign up".

Lan Beibei couldn't help but glance at it a few times when she passed by the poster, because Lin Chenfei was at the Tourism Institute in Lijiang.

Eventually, she made up her mind and took part in this trip to Lijiang......

Walking on the tourist bus, Lan Beibei found that Wang Tao was waving to him: "There is still a seat next to me, come here." ”