When she saw Qin Wuji again, Yu Zipei had just cut off all her boyfriends and locked herself in the house.

She didn't go out all day, didn't talk, just read behind closed doors. There were two little girls who were engaged in foreign trade living next door, and they would knock on her door every time they had dinner, and she always kept silent and pretended not to be there.

She wears headphones and listens to one of TEAR FOR FEARS' songs, Eve, over and over again

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"Welcome to your life,

It's a point of no return.

The curtain has been opened,

You've got to play your part......"

She has no interest in everything, is pessimistic and misanthropic.

Of course, she has always been a pessimist, believing that this life that came from her own volition, has no purpose and no meaning is an out-and-out burden. It was only with tragic enthusiasm and an attempt to maintain dignity that she carried this burden, and also out of dignity demanded that she carry it steadily and well. But at that time, she lost her enthusiasm for the job.

She tries to find meaning.

She thought of all the sentences of Schopenhauer's "Pessimistic Treatises" that she had read in college, and wanted to copy them again, but she thought about it. First, she has already read it, and secondly, she doesn't have time, but she can still find it and read it again when she has time.

After two or three months of this claustrophobic life, the only thing that comforted her was to read books, listen to songs, and watch DVDs—in short, to see what other people thought. Schopenhauer was right, the best placebo for human beings is to know that your pain is not special, and that many, many people, even many outstanding people, are suffering the same pain and misfortune as you, enduring this life full of nothingness.

It was then that she decided that the work of artists was meaningful, that they spoke up for those who were not good at expressing their feelings, that they were able to empathize with those who were good at expressing themselves, and that for those who were unconscious, they should be congratulated and let them go on like that.

"Welcome to your life,

It's a point of no return.

The curtain has been opened,

You've got to play your part......"

TEAR FOR FEARS' MOURNFUL VOICE SINGS IN A HELPLESS TONE, BUT IN THE END, IT SEEMS THAT HE HAS BEEN MOVED, AND THE SONG BECOMES HIGH-PITCHED, FULL OF GOLDEN RESPECT AND PASSION.

When spring came, she was tired of pain and contemplation, and she could hardly imagine that she would do such a thing as a person in the middle of the night with her keys and run to a friend's skating rink, and lay on the ice for an hour, trying to cool the burning pain in her body, which was invisible but shadowy, and she did not know where she came from or where she went. Maybe it got lost and stumbled into itself, and because there is no real reason, there is no solution to it, which makes it look particularly scary. Yu Zipei felt that she dared to say that she must have encountered what people call "metaphysical pain". In this pain she lost all grace, and lay on the ice and cried out loudly, with all her strength, hoping that the pain in her body would dissipate through her own shouting.

There was silence that night, no one came out of the darkness to disturb her or save her, and she was left to howl - there were no lights on at the rink, no street lights outside, no fences, and no night walkers.

Years later, when depression swept through Bangkok, her friends collapsed, and the conversation at the dinner table became more "Lola," "Prozac" and "St. John's wort," she thought she might have depression that dry season. The pain may have been entirely metaphysical rather than metaphysical, but they all lacked knowledge of it at the time.

When the rainy season ended, she put her grey clothes in the closet and spent a long time in front of the mirror trying to figure out her new clothes. She was so focused on matching the color and style of her clothes that she realized that she was not interested! - that is, it is gone! The pain that had tormented her for a winter was gone, and she didn't know if it was gone, or if she was used to it. Anyway, she doesn't think about it anymore!

Well, since the fact that she is alive is irrevocable, let's get started, the curtain has been opened, and she has to play her part......

Unexpectedly, her first audience was Qin Wuji.

When she walked into the office, Qin Wuji sat behind the large desk in front of the window, looked up from the manuscript she was looking at, and smiled.

"Grown up." He stared at Yu Zipei without blinking, "It hasn't changed at all." ”

"You're old." Yu Zipei smiled at him, but thought so in his heart.

"Tell me what I've been up to lately!" Yu Zipei said with a smile.

Because of a winter of confinement and thinking, Yu Zipei basically came to the same conclusion as Dr. Faustus - the only thing that can bring a sense of fulfillment in life is creation, since to live this life, you have to rely on this sense of fulfillment, this "happy premonition", and she is powerless to "open up the territory", she can only write, she can only write, only write. So she made up her mind to stay away from the romance, the emotional entanglement, and the meaningless trivialities of the world, and let writing take precedence over everything.

Of course, she knows that in addition to determination, creation requires more "talent", and "talent" has little to do with her own efforts and wishes. Thinking of this, she broke out in a cold sweat, and immediately wanted to pick up the phone and call Ashi, asking her to talk about her artistic talents about her horoscope. But what if she says she's not in a good phase? How should she spend her life?

She had been making up her mind for more than two months, and every day she was hesitating with her pile of manuscripts, not knowing whether to go out and sell herself, or to keep working at home. Writing is a hobby for her, some people are used to holding a cigarette in their hands, she likes to hold a pen in her hand, and this has become a self-entertainment since she was a child. In the previous era, she had asserted that Mo Ren was a writer, but she lacked such expectations for herself. Now she has decided that she will never waste her passion for writing on love letters from now on! If this was the only thing she knew, she would have to use it to explore the world.

In the days when she wrote columns for magazines, plans for advertising companies, and several movie scripts for film and television companies, Feng Fengfan's phone found her.

"All kinds of people in our company want it!" She said, "Give me some of what you wrote next week, and I'll give it to our art director." ”

"Okay."

Feng Fengfan is her senior classmate in college, in a cultural company called "Fishing Every Day" as a planner, her task is to find a group of young writers for the newly established company, write anything, because the business of "Fishing Every Day" includes publishing books, running magazines, doing script planning, producing movies and TV series, and also acting as an agent for writers, you can imagine everything it does, in those two years, there are many such cultural companies, and all the cultural people with a little prestige have opened such a company.

"The art director of our company is Qin Wuji!" Feng Fengfan finally said.

On Monday, Ms. Yu handed Ms. Feng a script for a movie that she had written while she was doing nothing at the publishing house. The next Monday, Feng Fengfan called and said that their art director had asked her to meet at the company tomorrow.

Yu Zipei went as promised.

"Fan Candy" - Her script was dragged out of a stack of manuscripts by Qin Wuji, and she sat next to Yu Zipei with it.

"I've really grown up and can write scripts."

He looked at Yu Zipei with a smile, but Yu Zipei didn't say a word - relying on the old and selling the old!

"How did you come up with the idea of writing such a story?"

"It's nothing, it's made up."

"Nonsense? I thought it was autobiographical. ”

He smiled maliciously, and Yu Zipei smiled too.

"Fan Candy" is about a young girl who saves an alcoholic writer who always drinks and the girl always holds a cone-shaped lollipop in her mouth, and in the last days, the young girl is imprisoned for accidentally killing a bad man who pesters her, while the dying old writer is still holding a lollipop and waiting for her arrival......

"It's hard to have your own language." Qin Wuji put away the smile on his face and said, "But it's also very important." ”

Is he saying that I lack my own way of speaking? That's what he meant. Full of a novelist's tone! The script does not need its own language method, the script seeks agile expression, only the director reads the script, and the director does not read your language style, the director needs his own language method!

But Yu Zipei sat like a good girl and said nothing. She's not the straightforward and reckless girl she used to be.

"Nicely written." He finally concluded, "If you want, I can help you represent and recommend this script to others, and our company charges 20% of the agency fee." What do you think? ”

"Okay."

"Agreed? Then sign a contract. Qin Wuji got up and beckoned his female secretary to deliver the contract to me, "Take a look." ”

Yu Zipei pretended to be calm and picked up the contract, trying to concentrate on reading down, she didn't expect things to be so simple, no matter what, she wouldn't have anything to lose anyway.

"No problem." She struggled to make herself look sophisticated.

"Then sign it."

He looked at Yu Zipei from the side, Yu Zipei knew that his appearance made him feel interesting, interesting is interesting, his advantages are obvious, how can he care about him.

Yu Zipei signed, he also signed, and the contract was handed over to the female secretary to be sealed.

"Okay, that's over, there's one more thing - there's a story here, can you write a script in two months?"

When Yu Zipei walked out of "fishing every day", she suddenly had another idea, she didn't dare to say anything about "creation", but at least she could chase worldly success, which would not be more difficult than "creation". Well, let yourself join this torrent of life in the pursuit of fame and fortune! Kick him away if he botheres, this is the true nature of Aquarius!

On Saturday, Yu Zipei called Feng Fengfan to dinner, Feng Fengfan said that she was going to see an exhibition in the afternoon, and asked Yu Zipei if she wanted to go together, Yu Zipei said okay, after watching the exhibition, she would eat. They made an appointment to meet at the Grand Palace and go by car together.

Feng Fengfan is a girl who can speak, energetic, full of interest in everything, they met for less than half an hour, Yu Zipei knew everything about her life and relationship experience in the past two years. She asked Yu Zipei if she often watched art exhibitions. Yu Zipei told her that she has been deeply interested in art since she was a child, not to mention the award for her ink panda painting in elementary school, and when she was in middle school, she learned to sketch with a student from an art academy. Although she is not a patient person, she is as calm as water when she paints, and she never tires of it. The student of the Academy of Fine Arts thought that she was good at drawing, but she couldn't see any talent that couldn't be buried, so she didn't forget about painting for two years. The only time I regained this pleasure was when I fell in love with a boy who was drawing. They once carried a painting box together to sketch in the field, and Yu Zipei set up a picture frame next to him and painted it in style, attracting many passing peasants to watch. Since breaking up with the boy, her interest in fine arts has only been to watch exhibitions.

Yu Zipei's ability to talk is completely determined by the opponent, with Feng Feng Fan, it is natural that you and I are very lively, Feng Feng Fan said that Qin Wuji, the general meaning is that he thinks he is good and interesting.

The two girls took the invitation and chatted as they walked, and it took some trouble to find No. 23 Chengfang Building, which is located near Bambu Street, but it is an office building no matter how you look at it, and I don't know where the exhibition is, and there is no indication at the door. When they hesitated at the door, they saw a few people with long hair and beards walking towards this side, Yu Zipei knew that it was right, as long as he followed them, sure enough, they entered the courtyard familiarly, and came to a door in two turns, needless to say, there were several people similar to them standing at the door, it turned out to be a private art exhibition.

When I entered the door, I found that there was no hole here, the house was the same, but it was very tasteful, the porch of flowers and plants, scattered, and there were seven or eight bird cages hanging in the middle of the yard, these bird cages were extraordinary, and they were covered with white rubber pacifiers, dense, and strange and good-looking. A yard full of artistic youths and middle-aged artists walked around under these pacifiers, chatting and chatting. If you're a little familiar with modern art, you'll already know that these birdcages with pacifiers are one of today's exhibits.

On this occasion, there is nothing worse than standing dry, the exhibition is finished in ten minutes, and the rest of the time everyone is desperately talking to others, showing that they know everyone very well. Feng Fengfan must have no problem, he can talk to anyone, and Yu Zipei also knows a few of these people, so he also joined the ranks of basking in the sun under the pacifier, nodding and accepting business cards with everyone.

"Zilong Zhao." Yu Zipei raised his head from the business card and looked at Zhao Yun with the big head in front of him, except for the two points of his big face and hair emitting outward, he couldn't see any relationship between him and the famous generals of the Three Kingdoms.

"That's my lady over there." He pointed to a woman in a black shawl in the distance.

"Your wife won't be called Sun Shangxiang, right?"

"You know?"

"It's not an honor yet."

Zilong Zhao handed me another business card, which said "Shang Xiang Sun" - unexpectedly true.

"Your family has taken up all the history, gossip, and chaos, what should we do?" Yu Zipei teased him.

Zilong Zhao smiled shyly: "It's nothing, it's nothing." ”

He was so calm that Yu Zipei was stingy, and Ah Xi entered the courtyard at this time.

"Ahi, Ashi!" Yu Zipei greeted her and introduced her to Feng Fengfan, and the two immediately chatted. Axi's parents both painted, and both painted Chinese paintings. Out of rebellion against the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones that are piled up everywhere in his home, Ah Xi is interested in all art disciplines except Chinese painting.

Every time I go to this kind of occasion, I admire Ashie's social skills, she can talk to everyone, she can talk to everyone, and she is all at ease, I am much stiffer, either talking or not saying a word.

"Of course, I'm a Gemini." Ashi said.

"I understand why you don't want to go to the countryside to grow vegetables."

"Well, I need the living."

"Living people, it's horrible to say, you won't eat them, will you?"

Ashi smiled good-naturedly: "Anyway, I definitely can't stand it if I don't talk." ”

Feng Fengfan loves to talk, and Ashi loves to talk, and there are some differences between the two.

Xu Liangjiang, a painter known to everyone, walked up to us with a foreign woman, who had a dark complexion, braided at the back of his head, and a big tongue, but was quite mobile.

"This is Catherine, from the Cultural Section of the U.S. Embassy."

Everyone nodded to the tall yellow-haired woman.

"This is Zipei, this is Ashi, they are engaged in literature, critics."

"I'm not." Yu Zipei refused to eat at all.

"Do you have something for today?" Ashi asked.

"Yes, haven't you seen it yet? The seven or eight pairs against the wall are all my work. ”

Yu Zipei turned his head sideways, and there were indeed seven or eight large paintings on the wall, and they all looked exactly the same, so that I ignored them.

"What are you drawing? They look like – gourds. Yu Zipei asked, pointing to the series of circles on the canvas.

"You're quite artistic."

"Don't dare to be."

"—it's a gourd."

"Sure enough. Why do you draw so many gourds? Yu Zipei drew circles with his hands.

"This is my new painting style, the gourd represents Chinese philosophical thought, embodies the Chinese metaphysical, floating things, is a kind of gossip, gossip style. The gourd contains a deep philosophical significance, its arc two symbols are connected together, this kind of connection represents the philosophy, we should learn this kind of connection......"

Yu Zipei found it difficult to tell everyone what Xu Liangjiang said, because based on her retelling, these words seemed to have a bit of a logical relationship, but she dared to guarantee that there was absolutely no when he said it.

Xu Liangjiang's exposition was interrupted by a performance art. They gathered in the middle a rough-faced, indeterminate man, almost naked, with a rope tied around his waist, and at the other end of the rope was a little bird, which must have been frightened, fluttering its wings up and down, left and right, and shaking back and forth with the rags that wrapped around its ass.

The title was: 'My Bird of Youth Is Gone'. Ashi was reading an introduction, "Isn't it there?" “

"Didn't you see someone on the side with a pair of scissors to prepare?" Feng Feng Fan reminded her.

"Oh, I see. Do you say he's going to cut the thread, or cut the cloth? Cutting threads is boring, and cutting cloth is still a bit interesting. ”

"Let's go, it's going to make me lose interest in men." Yu Zi Pera pulled Laahi.

After Yu Zipei and the others went out, Xu Liangjiang shouted in the back: "Stay a little longer, the artists will go out to eat in a while." ”

They decided to give up the opportunity to eat with the artists.

"You say, tell me, you know a lot of people who paint, am I biased? He couldn't even say a complete sentence - 'We should learn this way'! God, what is that?! He once wrote me a sticky note, saying that he was going to watch a play in the evening, do you know which two words they were? The words "drama", "chemistry", and "drama" are written correctly. There are some words that can be written wrong, such as the 'cai' of 'elated', but there are some words that cannot be written incorrectly, unless he is an idiot! Do you think he's an idiot? Or I'm biased, I'm culturally discriminatory. Is this true for all the people who draw? They don't know how to express themselves in words and words, so they paint? ”

Yu Zipei waved his chopsticks at Ah Xi across the table where he was eating.

"Really? Really? Did he really write that? Feng Feng Fan shouted.

"It must not be said that there are many learned and expressive painters, and there are many of them, such as Whistler, and your favorite Wilde still copied him."

"I don't love him as much as I used to now, he has too many witticisms and too little to really talk about. Don't talk about him. ”

Of course, there are not a few people like Xu Liangjiang. There is a saying that the most uneducated and uneducated people are the most gifted artists......"

"Rousseau, for example." Feng Fengfan said.

"Rousseau, for example."

"But do you say he's Rousseau? Is he really talented but can't express it, or is he just an idiot? Yu Zipei said.

"It's time to tell."

"I think he's probably an idiot." Feng Fengfan said in the affirmative.

"When I was a child, I saw people who painted every day, and then my parents asked me to learn to paint, but I refused to do it, because many people are like Xu Liangjiang, I don't like it, I like to express it in words. But then I did meet a few very talented people, but they couldn't say anything. ”

"Do you know Ou Shifu? That's what he is! ”

"Okay, let's take a look then." Yu Zipei agreed, but still insisted, "It's a good thing I didn't learn to draw, and I'll go crazy every day with people who say stupid things." ”

"You're definitely more talented in languages than art."

When Yu Zipei took a taxi to take Ashi home, she said.

"You dare to say?"

"You don't know?"

"I don't know how far I can count as 'talent'. How's my Venus? ”

"This is going to have to draw a chart of the star palace, put all nine of your stars up to see their phases."

"So complicated? When you're free, when your head doesn't hurt, I want to know! ”

"Okay."

- How many problems in life can be solved with a friend like Ashie!

"Trust your instincts, you have the ability to intuition." Ashi said as he got out of the car.

If Yu Zipei really had the intuitive ability that Ah Xi said, she would have to say that the story Qin Wuji gave her was shit, a middle school student fell in love with his female teacher, fake sexual awakening, pretentious, and inexplicable. I have to avoid radical behavior, avoid substantive contact, peek at the female teacher changing clothes is definitely not good, and I don't know if I can pass the review when I send anonymous love letters.

When she gave Qin Wuji the outline of the script, he groaned, and Yu Zipei told him these words, of course, without mentioning "shit".

"Hong Kong people, they paid for this movie." He was concise, "Screenwriting, it's a profession, do you want to write it?" ”

"Yes."

Yu Zipei's answer simply amused him: "Of course we can make what we like, girls save writers or something......" He sarcastically mocked Yu Zipei, "But you are still young, exercising and earning some money is not a bad thing." ”

"Thanks for the pointers."

"But write with your heart." He waved the outline in his hand.

"I'll go back and rewrite. How about deleting the Hong Kong-style paragraph and writing a young first love story? ”

"Okay, I think you're good at this."

Yu Zipei couldn't help but argue with him, and said very seriously: "I'll give it to you next week." ”

"Come out to dinner with me? I'm going to meet two people. He looked up at the clock on the wall and said lightly.

The alarm bell in Yu Zipei's head trembled, flashing a red light, and gave him two seconds of hesitation, and replied, "No, I'll go home." ”

"Smart, actually, I don't bother to see them, but no."

He took out the same attitude as his peers and sent Yu Zipei to the door, reaching out to help me open the door.

"See you next week."

- Trust your instincts, Yu Zipei's instincts told her that she had to keep her distance from Qin Wuji.

Qin Wuji has a famous father, who is considered a "famous second generation", but he has a bad reputation, and liking women is a bad reputation for many artists. This bad reputation proves that they are temperamental, that they are emotional, that they love good things, and that they are genuinely selfless. Yu Zipei believes that most of them are not averse to this reputation, and that writers like Mo Ren still struggle to maintain this bad reputation.

It's not a moral taboo, don't mention any moral taboo to someone who likes Byron, they have their own rules for what can and can't be done. Yu Zipei's problem is that she has already said that I want to stay away from Fengyue affairs, so I should stay away from those lovers, especially those who are still good.

A month and a half later, Yu Zipei completed the script as scheduled and named it "Bangkok Sky", which is both the name of the place and the middle school student who fell in love with the female teacher. When the script was handed over to Qin Wuji, he was very happy, saying that few screenwriters finished the script ahead of schedule. Other than this, he didn't make any comments, saying that he would wait for the Hong Kong people to see it.

Writing is an internal work, which makes people physically and mentally exhausted, and the way to relax is to drink and have fun, and Yu Zipei is to take a walk. She walks every day, when the walk doesn't work. She believes that the brain can only function well when the body is relaxed, of course, there is a limit - when you can only use the body, not the mind, and you need to be calm when writing a script.

At that time, she had a relationship with a boy named Anong.

Annon is taciturn, and he has a kind of calm that is not alarmed, which is Yu Zipei's preferred type. She can pick out this kind of person from the crowd at a glance. They didn't say a word at an inexplicable party at a bar for some reason, but they left each other on the phone before leaving. Two weeks later, Yu Zipei called him, they went out to eat together, and after the meal went to a billiard hall, he taught Yu Zipei two hours of billiards.

No matter how long two people spend together, they will form a specific way, just like the default value of the computer, and it will be this mode as soon as it is started, and everyone will save trouble. The default value of her and Annon is - don't talk about feelings, don't intervene in each other's lives, she calls to set dates, and doesn't spend the night together.

This default led her to not count Annon in her decision not to associate with men.

When the script was almost finished, Yu Zipei once called Annon to ask him to meet, and he hesitated and asked me when.

In the evening, he arrived at Yu Zipei's hut as promised, and was forty minutes late. He didn't explain, Yu Zipei didn't ask, they were as usual.

When it was completely dark, she turned on the lamp, knew that she could write quietly for a while, and leaned contentedly against the edge of the bed to watch him get dressed.

He turned his back to Yu Zipei and suddenly said, "I was late just now, and I was doing a pre-marital examination in the afternoon." ”

"What did you say?" Yu Zipei's head didn't know where it had flown to, and was pulled back by his words.

"I'll get married tomorrow."

Even though Yu Zipei had always been well-informed and calm as usual, he was still stunned for a moment.

He turned to look at Yu Zipei, his expression still flat, but Yu Zipei could see that he was satisfied with the effect of his words.

Yu Zipei knew what she had to say: "Have you watched that adult education film that they say is disgusting?" Afternoon? ”

"I didn't see it, or it would have been too late. It happened that a group of people read it, so we pretended to have seen it and stamped it. ”

"Good luck." Yu Zipei buttoned up her clothes, "So, you're going to register tomorrow?" ”

"Register in the morning, treat in the evening."

"Then you have a lot to do, prepare your clothes, and do your hair?" Yu Zipei said, and found that what he said was the stupidest idea about marriage, so he had to give up.

"I don't know...... Something has to be done anyway. ”

He sat down on the edge of the bed and began to kiss Yu Zipei, affectionately, refusing to let go for a long time, making Yu Zipei feel surprised and frightened. Yu Zipei thought that he did this on purpose, and he did it on purpose, so Yu Zipei didn't have to say anything, and it was even more ridiculous to apologize for delaying him.

"Call me and nothing will change." He said as he left.

That night, Yu Zipei only wrote a few lines and then stopped, because something was wrong. She had been thinking about Annon, and wondered why he had left his bride and run to her. To impress yourself? Unwilling to say no to yourself? Was his marriage not what he wanted? Yu Zipei didn't know anything about his private affairs, but one thing she was sure of was that it wasn't out of love, everything and love between them was like a somersault cloud of the Great Sage. Then there is only one explanation, and he is trying to prove to himself that he is immutable, to create a little drama in his own life; Either he is indifferent by nature, believing that there is nothing sacred in the world that is worth pouring his heart and soul into. That's terrible, Yu Zipei likes calm people, but he hates indifferent people to the extreme.

"Nothing will change, it will still change, he is not the person I want, I want a fiery soul burning under a calm face. Of course, I'm too harsh, I don't know him, he's just a partner, I should say it's a good partner. Forget it, this carefully selected boyfriend distracts me from it, and I should care about my script rather than him. Yu Zipei thought, but was a little uneasy.

She stretched out her hand to dial the phone when the phone rang, it was Ah Xi, she had good news to report Yu Zipei, it was about her Venus.

"Your Venus is at an angle of 60 degrees to Saturn, and in the house chart, this aspect is the most important representation of artistic excellence, Saturn brings a more resolute and stubborn interpretation of Venus's aesthetic beauty, and the ruling planet of your sign is Saturn, so they are very harmonious and there is no conflict ......"

"There's nothing to worry about, the script is definitely fine!" Yu Zipei immediately forgot about Anong.

On Wednesday afternoon, Ms. Yu met with the Hong Kong producer who had just stepped off the plane in Mr. Qin's office. He is the same age as Qin Wuji, well-maintained, and a businessman, and is said to be one of the richest directors in Hong Kong.

"The script is not bad, basically it can be said to be very good."

Look, Yu Zipei thought to herself, she already knew, don't forget the intersection of Venus and Saturn.

"There are only a few small things that need to be changed, for example, is the line of parental divorce in Bangkok a little too much? The lesbian table in Bangkok is very interesting, you can write a little more and be more romantic, I just have a good candidate here to play. We can talk about these in more detail. ”

Well said, a piece of cake.

"Thank you so much Mr. Yu this time!" Because of the need to consider Mandarin pronunciation, Hong Kong people speak slowly and logically, "Your name is 'Teacher Yu'? ”

"People write about me."

"Thanks to Teacher Qin's guidance." Yu Zipei said seriously.

"Yes." The Hong Konger nodded.

"Make fun of me?"

Qin Wuji on the other side actually blushed, and Yu Zipei felt that he really liked him a little.

In the evening, when Hong Kongers were entertaining guests at the Guofu Hotel where he was staying, Qin Wuji leaned back in a high-backed chair leisurely, still wearing the same crumpled and washed coat, which contrasted sharply with his surroundings. Yu Zipei didn't speak, just ate, and ate a portion of Arctic shellfish, a portion of capelin, a portion of tempura, and a bowl of udon noodles. In this shop, these things are surprisingly expensive, and Yu Zipei basically eats according to the psychology of big eaters.

Qin Wuji's characteristic is that when he is in a good mood, he is very kind and considerate, and when he is in a bad mood, he is sneering and ignoring. Qin Wuji was in a very good mood that day, and he fooled the Hong Kong people into wanting to make a blood alliance with him and marry Jin Lan immediately, and he ate until half past ten in the evening.

"I'll send you back."

After the meal, Yu Zipei followed him to the parking lot, got into the car without excuse, and started his half-used Great Wall off-road on the Third Ring Road.

"Alright, that's it."

"Thank you."

"Thank me?"

Yu Zipei smiled at him, and he didn't say anything, but accepted it.

"Their opinion is not much of an opinion."

"Yes, it will be fixed in two days."

"You just told him for two weeks."

"Of course I have to say that, or they'll think it's not worth the money."

"One is better than the other." He actually said reproachfully, "Now I can say my opinion." ”

He paused, very serious, and Yu Zipei waited for him to speak.

"It's too simple. Of course, it is stronger than the original story of theirs, but it is still simple, I am not talking about the plot, but the whole atmosphere, there is no sense of depression given to him by the surrounding environment, there is no social atmosphere, there is no sense of stretch beyond words, whether it is a novel or a movie, their meaning should extend infinitely in the finite. ”

Yu Zipei knew what he was talking about, and he was right, so she didn't squeak.

"You know what I mean?"

"Yes."

He suddenly looked sideways at Yu Zipei and asked suspiciously, "Or do we have a generation gap?" Did you write that on purpose? ”

"I can't say it's intentional, but I do think it's just a simple youth story, and it definitely won't become the Thai version of "Guling Street Juvenile Homicide", so there is no need to ...... What should I say? ”

"It's still a generation gap." He said categorically.

There was a smile on the corner of Yu Zipei's mouth, they each had their own advantages, his advantage was older, and his advantage was young.

"Have you watched The Garden?" He's talking about his novel that was very popular two years ago.

"Nope."

"Well, then I can't ask you if you like it or not."

"Yes."

Yu Zipei was not in a hurry to compliment him.

"Actually, I've only read one of your novels......"

"Don't say it, it's definitely the worst thing, widely known."

"Yes. I read it a long time ago, and it was lent to me by your graduate student in foreign literature. ”

"Oh."

Yu Zipei pursed his lips and couldn't help laughing, and Qin Wuji turned his head sideways to look at Yu Zipei.

"You weren't like that before."

"What?"

"Sharp teeth. I remember back then, you didn't like to talk much, and you were good at bowing your head. ”

"No, I've always been like this."

Qin Wuji glanced at Yu Zipei again, she thought that look was unusual, but she was too lazy to think about it. At that time, she didn't know that she had performed a thought strip show in front of him, and she didn't know at all.

The car drove all the way downstairs to Yu Zipei.

"Change it your own way." Yu Zipei said when he got out of the car.

"Not according to me, but according to the meaning of Hong Kong people."

"That's right, I forgot about it, I didn't say it."

"Where, the benefits are very shallow."

"Sharp teeth."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

I only don't talk much and am good at bowing my head in two situations, one is absent-minded, and the other is in love. Neither of these has happened.

A week later, Qin Wuji called.

"Hey, how's the script going?"

"Changing."

"Didn't you say it would be better in two days?"

"Let's see if we can add a little bit of social vibe."

"Sarcastic me?"

"No, seriously."

"There's a cocktail party tomorrow night, organized by a partner of our company, are you free?"

Yu Zipei groaned for a while, the company's cocktail party, so it was a business matter.

"Come on, you can take a new set of books, all of them are new books that have just been translated."

"Good. Where is it?

"Come to the company at six o'clock, let's go together.

When the phone rang again, it was Feng Fengfan who called to inquire about a classmate's call, and Yu Zipei thought that she should ask her about the reception.

"Are you going to tomorrow's party?

"Cocktail party?

"Qin Wuji called and said that it was a partner of your company.

"Ah, I know, it's none of my business to have a drinking party, you can go if he tells you to go. That woman is chasing Qin Wuji! Meng Yufei. ”

"What?"

"That woman's name is Meng Yufei, she runs to the company every day, she is a female doctor who came back from abroad, she wants to co-produce a TV film with the company, and she also has to co-produce a set of books, and she wants to plug in everything."

"I see."

"But it's no fun, Xiao Sun's cousin said that Xiao Sun is getting along with Mr. Qin!"

"Oh."

"Sun Li, don't you know?"

"Oh, got it." Sun Li is Qin Wuji's secretary, Yu Zipei has met a few times, and she is a girl younger than her.

"Xiao Sun's cousin is a long-tongued woman who loves to talk the most."

Feng Fengfan has provided too much information, more than Yu Zipei wants to know.

Qin Wuji's friend, female, Meng Yufei, short, energetic, should not be ugly when he was young, it is said that her ex-husband is a famous composer. When Qin Wuji introduced Yu Zipei to her, she seemed very enthusiastic, but Yu Zipei knew that she didn't take herself seriously at all, and at first glance, she decided that Yu Zipei was insignificant, an inconspicuous little girl, and her enthusiasm was directed at Qin Wuji.

Yu Zipei didn't know why Qin Wuji had brought her here, it was a promotional reception for a newly published set of translated books, and no one else from the company came. Yu Zipei didn't know anyone, Qin Wuji knew everyone, he took the trouble to introduce Yu Zipei to this person, that person, he never left her for two hours, Yu Zipei really didn't understand what was going on with him.

"Let's have something to eat."

"You can eat it, I don't really want to eat it." Yu Zipei has no appetite for those messy self-help.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"What's wrong?"

"I knew it was going to be boring, that's why I called you here because I had to."

"Don't do this in the future, can you tell me if there is something good?"

"Okay."

He brought the food and put it in front of me, and every snack on the plate was a little bit, which was what women loved to eat.

"I can't eat anything else, so let's eat some of this."

Forks, knives, napkins are placed next to the plate.

"It's really rare to be a veteran of the love field in the end."

Yu Zipei couldn't help but smile softly when she thought about it, no woman would not smile when she was taken care of so well by a man.

"Laughing at what?

"Nothing.

"Do you know Mo Ren?"

Yu Zipei was eating the egg tarts on the plate, and Qin Wuji suddenly asked on the side. Yu Zipei thought that he had heard it wrong, put down the egg tart and raised his head, a few tables apart, Mo Ren was looking this way, Yu Zipei's eyes met him, nodded to him, and he had a wicked smile on his face.

"I've long found out, and you know a lot of people." Qin Wuji had been paying attention to her expression.

"Definitely not 'Po', he's the only person I know here, except for you."

"Like his books?"

He really asked Yu Zipei, saying that it was wrong to like it or not.

"Well, this one, that's good."

"You're all in one piece."

He was actually a little jealous, probably jealous that Yu Zipei was as young as Mo Ren.