Chapter Ninety-Seven: Love Is When Love Is Not Loved

A butterfly in the Amazon rainforest of South America doesn't know that its inadvertent flapping of its wings threatens to bring a hurricane to the distant American state of Florida.

Shao Qing couldn't have imagined that the long text message she casually forwarded to Yan Qing could easily make someone in Shichahai suffer again.

And a few steps away, the general manager of Yan Qing's studio on the second floor.

Miao Miao and Zhang Yameng spent the whole morning screening the submission of the fourth issue of "Talent Co., Ltd."

The Vila mobile phone that Luo Bing had prepared for Yan Qing finally flowed back to the studio, and Miao Miao brought it back to Zhang Yameng last Saturday.

When the manuscript was being screened, the two girls had a casual chat, and the topic was naturally inseparable from their program.

Since its official launch on August 31, 2019, "Talent Limited" has only been 12 days old, and it has achieved remarkable results.

The first episode of the program was viewed more than 29 million times on the pay channel of Whisper Video.

The second issue of "Paused Today" has a wider audience coverage due to the wider audience coverage of the carrier, and the number of on-demand views in the first five days of its launch has caught up, exceeding 30 million times.

As a well-known street writer on the whisper said: "The paid one is really fragrant!" ”

"Talent Co., Ltd." has not only received a huge amount of on-demand views and well-known reviews, but on the social media whispering platform, the hot search list of topics related to the program has gradually become a norm.

In such a hot background, the three lucky contributors not only received generous manuscript fees from the program team, but also gained high exposure in whispers.

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Xu Moer, who continues her journey of chasing the light, has been very busy recently, preparing for the first round of qualification review of the upcoming art examination, preparing for the final year of the "Seedlings Cup" ballet competition for high school students, and not too easy to study.

Whenever there is a free time, she will still pop out some pictures and texts related to training and learning in whispers to record her mental journey.

is different from before, and now the fans of her whispering account have risen to more than one million, as if she has become a new vitality Internet celebrity.

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Shi Fanyu, a rap music critic who was hammered into a scumbag by whispering netizens, has been very dark recently.

But after all, black and red are also red, and his whispering account @universe stars' average daily visits, reading hours and other data have ushered in a significant increase.

Recently, he has received more requests and promotions than before, and Shi Fanyu, who has a black face, is also thinking in his heart: "It's so fragrant." ”

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As for the scumbag who had entered a dying state at the time of submission, when the program team communicated the payment method in the early stage, they had already learned of his death from the hospital where the contributor was located.

Recently, his two ex-wives started a lawsuit over the ownership of the 300,000 yuan creative remuneration, and the scolding war between the two has also attracted a lot of attention.

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The status quo of the three contributors is different, but the actual effect of the strategy formulated by the program team has been achieved.

After being screened by the whisper intelligent big data system (whisper cloud), the number of submissions assigned to the blue V account held by Miao Miao and Zhang Yameng has increased many times compared with before.

"Fortunately, Lao Zhang came in time, without your help, I would definitely go crazy."

Miao Miao quickly passed the submissions on the screen page by page, and she would click on some private messages from time to time to sort and archive them.

"Help? I should do it, and I'm good at it, and it's a pleasure to read letters. ”

casually coaxed meow, Zhang Yameng's speed was actually faster, and she flipped through the private messages in the blue V account of "Talent Co., Ltd." at a glance.

In the past, Mr. Miao was doing all this work alone, and the content of the submissions that flowed to Yan Qing after being filtered and classified by the whisper cloud in the early stage was not too much, and Miao Miao even only needed to print and file all of them and hand them over to Yan Qing.

And now that the workload is surging, Miao Miao estimates that she and Zhang Yameng may spend the whole day on Wednesday on this matter.

faintly distressed Shao Qing and Zhou Peipei, who worked with the same intensity, Miao Miao never forgot to read Lao Zhang:

The following is the meow meow time

"You help me, I help you, if you don't help me, I will help you, I will help you, I will help you and you will destroy me, then I will cut you!"

Usually meows start with earthy quotations that are appropriate for the occasion.

"We must pay attention to this draft, and we must keep our eyes open and filter out all the submissions of that kind of scumbag."

found that the old chapter was not reasonable, and Meow appropriately interspersed some work topics.

"Lao Zhang, you said that Sister Qing Peipei, are they also sifting the manuscript."

With no response, Meow tries to create an empathetic environment.

“… Lao Zhang, what do you think of this..."

Meow: Increase body movements on hand pulling.

"You're so cool, you actually ignore me, Lao Zhang, lie here, kill the black chicken..."

Meow: Start singing and making trouble.

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Immersed in a series of beautiful and colorful submission stories, Zhang Yameng instantly played.

"Miao Xiaomeow! You sing "Seve" again, and we'll have to see it in the middle of the night. ”

Miao Miao whispered: "Singing, I can see faster." ”

Zhang Ya dreamed that she was pitiful, and stretched out her hand to smooth the hair for Meow.

"If my family's meow could be quieter, this job would be perfect."

The fingertips passed through Miao Miao's short hair, and the feeling of feedback was actually very delicate, and it was difficult to focus on Zhang Yameng on the screen, painful and happy.

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At lunchtime, Miao Miao and Zhang Yameng printed and bound more than 20 manuscripts that had been screened out and handed them over to Yan Qing.

"Brother Qing'er, we like this one the most, it's a contribution from a whispering female netizen."

Miao Miao pointed to the submission on the first page, suggesting that she and Lao Zhang had helped Yan Qing complete the demining operation.

Yan Qing picked up the stack of A4 paper with the fragrance of ink and looked at it seriously.

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"The sky is the most beautiful when it is dark and not dark, and love is the most charming when it is not loved."

This sentence probably originated from a personal signature of a close friend four or five years ago.

I was too young at the time, and I only believed the first half of the sentence, and it wasn't until I got into the quagmire that I didn't know the taste of the second half of the sentence.

Later, I gradually had a new understanding:

"When the sky is getting dark, the street lamps have not yet been lit, and they are the most beautiful and the darkest; Love is the most charming and hurtful when it is not loved, and it is ambiguous to say. ”

What kind of state is ambiguity?

Ambiguous: ambiguous, vague and unclear.

Book of Jin. Volume III IV. Du Pre-Biography": "The ministers are honest, and they dare not use ambiguous views to get tired after taking their own lives."

It generally refers to unbiased behavior and ulterior privacy.

I am not satisfied with the annotations in Cihai.

In my opinion: ambiguity means that everyone thinks that I am with him, and only I clearly know the distance between me and him.

Ambiguous is always secretly speculating about why he treats me differently from others, but secretly complaining that he refuses to tell the truth.

It's ambiguous that he doesn't even dare to chat with him, and he reads just a few pages of chat history every night.

The ambiguity was the night I kissed him with the strength of wine, which was enough for me to think about it for many days.

My relationship with him lasted for three full years when I was not loved.

He was my colleague and my boss.

During those three years, I remember his back as he wore each coat.

I could find him at a glance in the crowd commuting to and from the office building.

The same is true on the evening subway, which is full of people.

I even know how he's sitting in the office at the moment.

How much tea was left in his cupboard.

When to go downstairs to eat.

Which restaurant and which booth.

I know all of that.

I remember his birthday, height, favorite colors, favorite food, favorite songs.

All of this is clearly imprinted in my mind.

I never had him, but I struggled to give him up thousands of times in my heart.

I understand that all the impatience does not come with anticipation.

Although I can't wait to hug him right away.

I thought to myself that he was thinking so badly,

But about every step of approaching him,

I walked carefully and timidly,

Maybe there is only one step between me and him,

For me, it's a long time.

However, when I was using all my strength to try to cross the barrier of thousands of mountains and rivers...

He gently pulled out a younger, prettier, taller girl from behind.

With a tenderness on his face that I had never seen before.

Introducing to colleagues in the office:

"This is my girlfriend."

Maybe that's when I got those realizations.

It was also at that moment that I really matured.

I can praise him for his good eyes without changing my face.

You can also retreat back to the position of friends, colleagues, and subordinates.

Our relationship goes back to the state I had when I first joined the company:

Occasionally, we talk about movies, singers, commuting, and restaurants, all of which are innocuous and uneventful topics.

If you think about it, it seems that there has never been an official mention of it in the past three years.

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"How's that, isn't it sadistic? Lao Zhang almost cried when he saw it, it was really useless. ”

Before Yan Qing could withdraw his gaze from the first page, Miao Miao couldn't wait to ask him.

Zhang Yameng smiled and said, "Yes, my eyes are red, but some people cry directly." ”

"Definitely not me, definitely not me."

Miao Miao jumped to her feet and denied it, and she tried to reach out to cover Zhang Yameng's mouth.

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"But... Do you... Don't you think the hero of the story is scumbag?"

Yan Qing is confused, what about the content that everyone said was good to stay away from scumbags?

Laughing heartily, Zhang Yameng replied: "What I care about is this girl's feelings, what does it have to do with that man." ”

"Yes, liking is a very personal thing, and it has nothing to do with the person who is liked."

Miao Miao, who lowered her head, muttered like this.

Noncommittal, Yan Qing quietly flipped through the manuscript behind.

Zhang Yameng's thousand words turned into one sentence: "Brother Qing! ”

Miao Miao tried to get started and then coquettish: "Brother Qing'er! ”

"Since you like it so much, let's make it happen, say it in advance, the song may not be suitable for me."

Taking two steps back, Yan Qing looked like he couldn't resist the two of them, so he could only passively accept it.

No one knew that under Yan Qing's deep eyes, there was a murmuring wave hidden in it, which was constantly surging:

There is the plastered blue sky that I saw in the Caochangdi Art Village of the North Fifth Ring Road a few days earlier;

There is also the indescribable and inexplicable complex eyes in the control room of the Shining Star No. 1 recording studio;

There is also the paragraph in the text message sent by Shao Qing:

"His life is still glamorous

And I can only hold on to the memories of the past

Pray at night

In my dream, he hugged me tight

Won't break my heart again."