The wings of the plane flew towards the clouds, and returned through the clouds. When it landed slowly, the outside of the cabin changed to the northern winter scene. After gliding, Qu Yanting closed the book unhurriedly. The book cover is simple, and the content is about traditional folk crafts.
Qu Yanting took her bag out of the cabin, and when she stepped into the connecting bridge, the chill hit the sky. The wind has really cooled down in the past two days.
Yu Nan came to pick him up, and held the hot coffee he had bought while stuck in his hands. Seeing him coming out, he waved and shouted enthusiastically, "Boss! I'm here!"
Qu Yanting approached calmly, took the coffee, and was as indifferent as a ruthless capitalist. After pushing the assistant up and down, he uttered: "I lost weight."
Yu Nan smiled bitterly. During these days, he ran twice a day, crossing more than ten kilometers to feed Qu Yanting's cat and water the flowers. More than a dozen kinds of flowers and plants are very delicate, not to mention cat feces, shoveling once smoked him so much that he couldn't eat for two days.
He said in his heart: "Boss, I miss you so much."
"Thank you." Qu Yanting said so, stuffed the bag into Yu Nan's arms, and took a stroll in the courtyard with his hands on his coffee.
Picking up the car and leaving the airport, it was already afternoon, Qu Yanting went home directly, the car slid into the road, and Yu Nan reported the work arrangement for tomorrow.
There will be a meeting at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, and Qu Yanting takes a sip of sweet mocha and says, "Morning tea is ordered, I invite you."
"Thank you, Boss." Yu Nan thought about the exhaustion, "Boss, shall we stop by and buy dinner?"
Gradually driving into the bustling urban area, the concrete forest is in full bloom with colorful signboards. You can eat delicious food from all over the world, from China, Western Japan and South Korea.
An hour later, the car stopped at the west gate of the community, and Qu Yanting arrived home.
He lives in a high-end residential area that has been around for a long time. It used to be a famous real estate with many lakes and deep trees, but now the walls of the building are old, and it is hidden in the shade of dense trees. .
Qu Yanting lived on the ninth floor, with two households on one floor, and the neighbors were an empty-nest couple.
The door lock was turned, and as soon as he entered the middle of the small hall, Commander Huang was squatting roundly on the floor, with a long beard and shiny hair, and his body was covered in solid flesh. He had been waiting for the sound of footsteps for a long time.
Seeing that the head of the household came back, it jumped onto the suitcase excitedly.
When Qu Yanting entered the room, the moment the door was knocked, the lone goose returned to its nest, and every nerve relaxed. He picked up Commander Huang and weighed it. The little beast seemed to be getting heavier.
Qu Yanting once explained that there was some chaos in the house, and Yu Nan obediently left it alone, and everything was still the same as it was before he left. He put down the cat and went around each room.
Two-bedroom, simple and modern decoration style, a small square hall at the entrance, and an entire ecological tank against the wall. The landscaping is player-level, designed by Qu Yanting himself.
The small bedroom is used as a study room, which stores a lot of treasures, including books, out-of-print DVDs, projectors, photography equipment, and various Lego and models piled up in the corners.
The master bedroom has a cool color tone, and the mattress is soft, forming a shallow depression when lying on it. Qu Yanting changed into a nightgown, spread out the suitcase, and hung the clothes one by one in the closet.
The tentacles are soft and dense, and it is the smoky purple sweater. Hanging it is afraid that the shoulders will be deformed. Qu Yanting folded it and couldn't help but wonder if Lu Wen found the note in the shirt.
He opened the interlayer of the suitcase, and carefully took out the jujube orchids wrapped in paper towels. After the moisture was absorbed, he picked up the whole flowers and put them in a book, which can be used as specimens.
The packaged porridge was a bit cold, and the microwave oven blew it. Qu Yanting carried the porcelain bowl through the living room, opened the glass door and stepped in. It was a long balcony that ran through to the master bedroom.
There are so many flowers and plants that are charming to the eye, light orange Asiatic lilies, purple grape winds, pink and white clematis, and the dazzling and indistinguishable Ouyue sunyue. There are more than fifty pots of succulents, chrysanthemums, nine round towers, butterfly flowers and sunflowers...there is a brass shelf.
The monstera was emerald green and bright, Qu Yanting caressed it casually, sat down on the small sofa, and drank porridge with the small French round table found in the antique market and the Tang pine grass in full bloom on the table.
Qu Yanting was completely relaxed, like Commander Huang's cat in its nest, turning over its belly when it wanted to, and scratching it when it wanted to, until the phone rang and he knocked the spoon against the edge of the bowl with a trembling.
Qu Yanting took the time to answer the usual delay, "Hello?"
"Yanting, I!" It was Ren Shu who called, "Are you home safe?"
Qu Yanting forgot to say, and replied: "Here we are, don't worry, we have already eaten dinner."
"Eat alone?"
"if not?"
It's rare for Ren Shu to gossip: "Not with the people in the studio? Party or something?"
Qu Yanting twirled the spoon and said intentionally: "It's cold, who would like to have dinner with the boss, of course it's to find someone to cuddle with to keep warm."
"It makes sense." Ren Shukong paused for a moment, "Hey, does that Qiaobian of yours have a date?"
Qu Yanting smiled. As soon as he returned, Ren Shu couldn't wait to ask, probably because of that seminar, but unfortunately he didn't know about Qiao Zhuan's love life, so he needed to find out.
Suddenly, Ren Shu yelled into the distance on the phone: "Xiao Lu! Don't eat it!"
The spoon was knocked crisply again, and Qu Yanting seemed to have no intention of asking: "What are you calling?"
"It's Xiao Lu." Ren Shu said, "In the middle of the night, we filmed two dinner scenes. I let him have an empty stomach, and he secretly took a lunch box."
Qu Yanting said, "Maybe you're hungry."
"Can he not be hungry?" Ren Shu lost his temper: "It is said that he didn't eat or sleep at noon, and he didn't know what the wind was, and he jumped up and down excitedly, wandering around in the group like a wild bear."
Qu Yanting was overjoyed, and could imagine the scene. Before hanging up, he meddled in his own business: "Okay, don't yell at him, he'll digest it after a while."
As dusk came, the vines were covered with a layer of bright light. Lu Wen sat down to eat a boxed lunch, and there was a bowl of ice powder next to it, which was the adrenaline that Sun Xiaojian let him suppress.
Lu Wen held the spoon in his right hand, and touched his jacket pocket with his left hand. Inside was a wallet, and in the wallet was a note left by Qu Yanting.
Take a sip of ice powder, the coolness is no match for the sweetness of brown sugar juice, and the adrenaline is even more fucking strong.
As night falls, work begins.
Lu Wen and Tao Meifan's rivalry scene, the plot timeline is after Ye Xiaowu's death.
Mother Ye was greatly stimulated, and cooked a table of Ye Xiaowu's favorite dishes, with a pot of boiled fish in the middle. Ye Shan is like a torture bed. The guilt and pain during this period have twisted into a chain and locked him up. His soul is already crumbling.
The meal offered to Ye Xiaowu, and Ye's mother's silent cold violence were the last straw that broke Ye Shan. Ye Xiaowu's posthumous photo was placed on the table, facing him, the face that was exactly the same as his turned into black and white, smiling at him.
Ye Shan stretched out his chopsticks tremblingly, picked up a piece of boiled fish, and ate it.
He grinned little by little, and copied Ye Xiaowu's smile according to the curvature and expression on the photo.
This scene was extremely difficult, and Ye Shan's fragile psychological defense collapsed. There was no hysteria, nor was there heartbreaking pain. .
Lu Wen settled down, the retraction and release of lines, the rhythm of receiving the scene, and the depth of expression determined by the distance from the camera, all of which were taught by Qu Yanting.
And the satisfaction in his chest turned into a force, which was given to him by Qu Yanting.
Lu Wen and Tao Meifan are playing, a table, self-deceiving mother and son, Ye Shan pretends to be Ye Xiaowu, and Ye mother picks up vegetables for him, touches his head, and asks each other for misplaced comfort.
The set was quiet and depressing, with only the voice of the actors reading their lines, Ren Shu frowned and never stopped.
This night was extremely tiring, even more tiring than filming a car accident on a rainy night. After the end, Lu Wen immediately hugged Tao Meifan. He came out of 302 and ran downstairs, the sky was a bright fish belly white.
On the way back to the hotel, Lu Wen was thoughtful, not because he was immersed in the drama, but because he was thinking about Ye Shan, about the split personality... He knew that this was Qu Yanting's creation, but the plot was fictitious, and the heavy struggle of the teenager may not be is fake.
Lu Wen wants to do something for every "Ye Shan" in reality.
After returning to the hotel and taking a shower, Lu Wen sat on the sofa with his bathrobe open. The sumptuous room breakfast was left on the sidelines, and he focused on flipping through his phone contacts.
Although the brokerage company only allocated him one Sun Xiaojian, in the Lu family's company, he had more than one right-hand man. Sliding into the "work" group, he had a long list of accountants, lawyers, tax consultants, financial managers, and so on.
But after going around, Lu Wen chose Lao Zheng, Lu Zhanqing's assistant.
It was just eight o'clock, before working hours, and the 24-hour mobile phone was quickly connected, and a mellow middle-aged male voice came out, with a friendly tone: "Wen'er? How long have you not spoken to Uncle Zheng?"
Lu Wen joked: "The schedule is too full, it's too bad."
"You brat!" Old Zheng smiled brightly, "Say, what's the matter, Uncle Zheng will help you settle it."
Lu Wen said speechlessly: "I didn't cause trouble!"
It's no wonder the other party misunderstood, Lu Wen was not worrying about urinating since he was a child.
The second grade called Lao Zheng, claiming that he was bullied by a man at school, how terrible, Lao Zheng killed him, and it turned out that the man was a math teacher.
The first military training in junior high school, determined to be a soldier, don't wear school uniform, wear camouflage to go to school, sneak into the school broadcasting room and change the radio gymnastics into military boxing, and the teachers and students in the school are at a loss for exercises between classes.
I became obsessed with music in high school, formed a band, bought musical instruments, ran around the school to hold concerts, and said goodbye to studying completely. The band was dismantled by Lu Zhanqing halfway through, beaten up, ran away from home in a rage, and went on a trip to Fujian.
It is even more difficult to manage after graduating from university. It takes several years to set up a music studio, sign a record company, and release an album. Lu Zhanqing once couldn't bear it anymore, saying that "torturing a child is like killing a child", and he can't let it go any longer.
Lu Wen asked stupidly, what zongzi
"It really didn't cause trouble?" Old Zheng changed his mind, "That's because of the lack of money."
Lu Wen didn't hold back, dragged his voice, and solemnly announced: "Wrong, I want to give you money."
Old Zheng was stunned for a while: "Are you kidding me early in the morning?"
Lu Wen held the phone, and said this sentence very lightly: "I want to donate a sum of money to the Wenjia Fund."
Wen Jia is Lu Wen's mother. After his death, Lu Zhanqing established the "Wen Jia Fund" in the name of his beloved wife. It is a non-public offering. It was originally aimed at helping single-parent families and orphans in difficulty. Today, it has diversified and includes many people who have received less attention from the public. charity projects.
Lu Wen wants to donate the salary of this movie. The first money he earns will be handed over to his mother whom he has never met, and at the same time help some people in need.
Old Zheng sighed, skipped a thousand words, and asked: "If you have any ideas, just tell me, Uncle Zheng will do it."
Lu Wen has already considered it: "Regarding mental illness, it is fine to do research, or to provide public welfare organizations with science popularization, consultation and treatment of mental illness."
"Okay, I'll do it right away." Old Zheng agreed without hesitation, and then asked suspiciously, "Wen'er, are you all right? The entertainment industry is chaotic, so don't shoulder any pressure by yourself."
Lu Wen had a black line on his head: "I'm doing fine."
Old Zheng was relieved.
The Wenjia Fund was handled by Lu Zhanqing himself. One is emotional sustenance, and the other is that there is no room for any mistakes in charity projects. Lao Zheng said: "You can't hide this matter from your father. Why don't you go to him directly?"
Lu Wen replied: "You coax me, he scolds me, who do you think I'm looking for?"
"It's a good thing. He will definitely not scold you." Lao Zheng said helplessly, "You are heartless, the weather forecast for heavy rain in Chongqing a while ago, your father was thinking about it, and he called to ask you to add clothes, why don't you remember his kindness ?”
After hanging up the line, the phone slipped through his fingers, and Lu Wen leaned back against the back of the sofa, a little confused by Lu Zhanqing's whisper of fatherly love.
After breakfast, Lu Wen went to bed and dreamed that he and Qu Yanting were sitting next to each other in the booth of the RV. Suddenly the phone rang, and Qu Yanting shrank back from his shoulder.
After sleeping in a chaotic state until mid-afternoon, Lu Wen woke up thirsty, with a handful of sand in his throat after eating boiled fish. He got up to drink water, picked up his phone and checked, Lao Zheng sent more than 30 unread messages.
There is a strict process for donating. Mr. Zheng first gave him some relevant information, such as the subdivided categories of projects, the qualifications of various non-profit organizations, and assistance plans for specific groups of people, etc.
Lu Wen read it from the beginning to the end. He was not a professional, but only had a general understanding. Among them, an organization called "Fir Tree Project" attracted his attention.
It is a non-profit organization that provides psychological counseling for free. It aimed at teenagers. Last year, it cooperated with Wenjia Foundation to establish a website. Lao Zheng sent the website.
Lu Wen used the hotel computer to log in. He thought it was a public welfare website, but he didn't expect it to be a forum. The plate is very clear, depression, stress disorder, anxiety, phobia... People who have been helped through the "Fir Tree Project" have such a home online where they can confide.
Lu Wen entered this harbor by mistake and browsed for a long time. Among all kinds of psychological problems, he clicked on the column of "social barriers". Inexplicably, he thought of various things about Qu Yanting.
Website registration is divided into two categories, one is users who need help, and the other is unpaid volunteers.
Lu Wen chose the latter, registered for review, provided real information, and passed the assessment... He had an account with no settings, and the system assigned him a random one-on-one user.
The other party's label is the "social barrier" he browses the most.
"What are you doing, do you want to chat with me?" Lu Wen thought of being a therapy dog for psychological relief, "I'll go, there is still a trial period..."
He opened the username while talking to himself, but the other party was not online, he didn't know the gender, age and personality, and there was no avatar, only the nickname was clear at a glance.
"It's quite playful." Lu Wennian said, "The society is afraid of young writers."
He thought about it, and edited a nickname for himself—unlucky little singer.
The author has something to say: Superstars are stupid, but every decision they make is amazing. It would be amazing if they were smarter. (five yuan for this article)