When night falls, deep in the central avenue, in the Yuanshan Hall, the atmosphere is in full swing.

Tonight is the annual meeting of Yinghua Entertainment. The only difference may be that the chairman did not attend the speech, and was replaced by an executive general manager.

This little thing doesn't seem to have caused a stir. The crystal ceiling is still shining, and the directors and stars who can usually only be seen on the screen sit together as usual, laughing and laughing mixed with coquettishness, converging into a drunken vanity fair.

The banquet was long and boring, Shen Qingzhao drank all the champagne in his hand, and after his eyes patrolled the audience, he refocused his eyes on Tyson and the stars around him.

Banquets are often a great place to exchange resources. In addition to her, Tyson has three or four celebrities under him, who are alternately toasting different stars and making contacts.

There is no doubt that Tyson is a professional and responsible agent. Shen Qingzhao remembered that the most powerful star he took over had won the domestic actress, and the worst was maintained at the third-tier level.

She is the only one who is still lonely and nameless on the eighteenth line.

Shen Qingzhao felt that she might become a big failure in the history of Tyson's agent.

Tyson came over at the right time: "Come with me to have a toast with Sister Li later, you two will be in the same crew this spring, let her take you." ”

Shen Qingzhao didn't answer and asked: "You have already brought other artists?" ”

Tyson's cool gaze swept over: "Yes, there is only one you left who can't get on the stage." I'm ashamed to say that you were brought out by me - if you don't work hard in the audition of "Streamer", I'll hang yourself to show you, do you believe it or not? ”

"Streamer" is the urban drama specially created to support newcomers.

Whether or not he can be selected by the director is not something that Shen Qingzhao can control. Shen Qingzhao knew that he couldn't answer, so he could only change the topic with interest: "Then why didn't I see that newcomer?" Why hasn't he come yet? ”

Hearing this question, Tyson's face immediately sank: "He said he didn't want to come." ”

It's so calm, I don't even look for a perfunctory excuse like "I have a cold", and people don't bother to maintain superficial flattery and pandering.

Shen Qingzhao took a sip of champagne, hooked off the wine stains on his lips with the tip of his tongue, and sighed: "What a big newcomer." ”

Tyson didn't say anything, walked around the banquet hall, raised his feet and took the lead in a certain direction: "Sister Li is already seated, let's go." ”

The seats in the banquet hall are sorted according to the artist's coffee position, and the higher the seat, the higher the artist's coffee seat. Sister Li sat in the front row and was talking to several celebrities with deep backgrounds.

Shen Qingzhao walked all the way over, and keenly noticed that the faces of these stars sitting in the front row were not very clear, and their faces were unpredictable.

Someone deliberately lowered his voice and discussed a few words, but he didn't know what he was saying: "The situation is not very ...... Tonight, it is said that a large family of people in the ward, as well as relatives near and far, rushed over......"

After Shen Qingzhao walked behind Tyson, she heard it, and she thought that Tyson must have heard it too. But Tyson's expression did not change, and he curled his lips with pink lip gloss, and walked up attentively and called Sister Li.

The few people who were talking in a low voice immediately quickly closed their mouths and raised their heads like frightened birds.

Sister Li put on a communicative face and took the lead in chatting with Tyson enthusiastically.

The topic just now was diverted like this, and by the time they said goodbye to Sister Li, no one mentioned it again.

Shen Qingzhao was poured too much wine by Sister Li, and at this time, the strength of the wine was a little high, and she wanted to go to the bathroom to make it easier.

She staggered to the bathroom, only to find that the door to the women's bathroom was locked.

Shen Qingzhao knocked on it, and no one answered inside, but there was a faint sound of heavy breathing and coquettishness from men and women.

Shen Qingzhao raised his eyebrows, turned around and walked away in a witty manner. She staggered up the wooden spiral staircase to the bathroom on the second floor.

The restrooms are located on the landing in the middle of the second floor. Today's second floor has no headlights, and there is only a row of wall lamps on the walls of the corridor, emitting an amber light. There should be no guests.

The clean and dim environment is perfect for Shen Qingzhao, who wants to stay alone for a while.

She walked out of the bathroom, took a few steps forward, leaned on the railing of the second-floor landing and looked down, and could see the corner of the entrance to the lobby on the first floor.

The brown glass door is constantly filled with a few guests coming and going. The waiter wore a white shirt and black vest, and white gloves carried a tray, walking lightly and hurried by.

Someone behind her shouted to her: "Guest, no smoking here." ”

Shen Qingzhao took the cigarette from her lips and nodded at the waiter who reminded her: "I'm sorry." ”

With that, she propped herself up from the railing, picked up her cigarette, and walked to the bathroom.

Unexpectedly, the door to the bathroom slipped, and she stumbled and almost fell.

A strong arm behind him helped him over at the right time.

Shen Qingzhao swept his head sideways, and caught a glimpse of the man's black suede gloves, the two buttons of the cuffs were tightly sealed, revealing only a wrist with distinct bones and pleasing eyes.

Looking at this appearance and clothing, it should also be an artist who came to participate in the annual meeting.

Shen Qingzhao straightened up and whispered softly, "Thank you." ”

The man's Adam's apple rolled: "No...... You are welcome. ”

The lights are dim, and the ambiguity ferments in the air.

The two looked at each other between breathing. After Shen Qingzhao saw the man's face clearly, he suddenly sobered up a little-

I don't know if it's her delusion, the man's eyebrows and eyes are three points similar to He Sibai.

Then the man spoke again, "I'll hold you." ”

"Thank you," Shen Qingzhao drew a charming and grand smile, but his hand was indistinctly avoiding the man's hand stretched out again, "I can do it myself." ”

The man politely let go of his hand, and his tone couldn't help but be a little regretful: "Okay, goodbye." ”

"Hmm."

Shen Qingzhao lowered his eyes, extinguished the cigarette in the stone jar above the garbage can, and did not look up at the man, but just answered idly.

The man leaned over and left, Shen Qingzhao leaned against the wall for a while, took out his mobile phone, and found the dialog box between her and He Sibai.

She stretched out her long, slender fingers and tapped twice on the phone's keyboard.

The white fingertips shuttle across the bright white light of the screen, which is very pleasing to the eye.

After a while, a message was sent over-

"Come and pick me up.] 】

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There is a famous theory called "Six people are the world." This roughly means that with a maximum of six people, you will be able to meet any stranger in the world.

This theory seems extremely absurd, but it is extremely true. In fact, many things in the world are like this, seemingly unrelated, but in fact, there are inextricable links behind them.

But until the truth is made public, no one will see these connections.

At eight o'clock in the evening, in the corridor of the high-level ward on the top floor of the city hospital, there was silence.

He Sibai walked through the bright and neat corridor.

Walking to the door of his stepfather's hospital room, He Sibai glanced at it, the door was tightly closed, and the light in the room was faintly revealed on the frosted glass. There was no one sitting on the chair at the door who was supposed to be waiting for him.

So he didn't stop. Go straight to the end of the hallway and turn into the hallway.

The hallway was silent. The boy stood by the window, pushed it open, and quietly lit a cigarette against the snowy night sky, exhaling a heavy puff of smoke.

The top floor of the hospital is in a great visual position, and from here, the whole city seems to be covered in snow. Immersed in the blue-black night, it looks like a long-lost underwater ruin.

He Sibai looked out the window attentively, and the woman who appeared at the entrance of the stairs was looking at his back with a complicated expression.

That woman is so beautiful, like a star on TV. Dressed in a blue cheongsam and stepping on white high-heeled sandals. The posture is as noble as a swan.

The woman slowly opened her lips, and her voice was as tactful as her appearance: "Si Bai." ”

He Sibai turned her head when she heard the sound, and the woman only felt in a trance—they hadn't seen each other for too long, and the once immature face had now grown and was hidden in the fog, and it was as strange as a passer-by she had never met.

He Sibai bit his cigarette and looked over, but there was no surprise on his face.

He nodded slightly: "Long time no see, Mom." ”

He Mu smiled slightly: "I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing lately?" ”

He Sibai said: "It's okay. Thank you for the alimony, I have received it. ”

How funny is such a polite conversation, how can a biological mother and son talk like this in the world.

He Sibai snorted slightly, with a bit of ridicule between his eyebrows: "For so many years, I have been a burden to you who can't see the light." Why did you suddenly remember to come to me today. ”

"Let me come over to visit your husband? My titular stepfather? ”