On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Qu Yanting went to Zishan Mingzhu for a banquet. The weather was not too cold, so he wore a mid-length, narrow lapel wool coat, and a pearl gray turtleneck sweater inside.
Holding the steering wheel with his left hand, the silver ring on his ring finger gleamed slightly, Qu Yanting honked the horn, waited for the nanny to open the door, and drove the car straight into the garage.
There was a scent in the villa, and it was Buddha jumping over the wall steaming in a sealed pot. Wang Mingyu was picking out the tableware in front of the side cabinet, when she heard footsteps shouting: "Yanting is here? You are tall, help me take it."
Qu Yanting went over, took down a set of gold-rimmed crystal plates, and said, "Is this the birthday present I gave you last year?"
"Well, I have never had a chance to use it." Wang Mingyu asked, "Did you come back yesterday?"
Qu Yanting said: "When I entered the urban area at dusk, the car dealers were closed, so I cleaned the car by myself. I was so tired that I went to bed without dinner."
Wang Mingyu was indeed in a good mood, like an ordinary mother: "Go and look at the menu, there is still time to add anything you want."
Qu Yanting didn't burden the auntie nanny, there was a snack box on the coffee table, he sat down to eat, and opened a bottle of wine and a bunch of flowers along the way. Bordeaux white grape, a gift from the partner of the studio, and the irises were cut on the balcony.
Wang Mingyu put the flowers in a vase and chatted, "How about Caifeng?"
"Not bad, the local scenery is also good." Qu Yanting said, "The script fills in the gaps and I will show it to you."
A car stopped at the gate of the garden, and the guests arrived as scheduled. Qu Yanting greeted Wang Mingyu on the porch, took a few deep breaths, and smiled just right.
Six people came one after another, all over half a century old, and they were all top seniors in the industry. These people are not only screenwriters, but also the vice president of the Film Literature Society, the chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and the director of the Art Office.
The last one came late, Du Changhan, who first worked in the chief editor's office of the state-owned film studio, and was later transferred to the general political art troupe. Now he is the chairman of the screenwriter working committee of the Radio and Television Association and the vice chairman of the Television Association.
Wang Mingyu greeted him warmly: "Mr. Du, everyone is here, and you are the last one."
Du Changhan didn't dress like an old pedant, but more like an old British gentleman, with a neatly trimmed goatee, framed mirror, and a hoarse old voice: "I'm getting older, move slowly."
His turbid eyes moved to Qu Yanting, and Du Changhan joked, "Who's child is so handsome, come and welcome me, a bad old man."
Wang Mingyu said: "My apprentice, have you forgotten?"
Qu Yanting stretched out his hands at the right time. He was not sure if Du Changhan remembered, but he did not forget that when he won the Outstanding Screenplay Award, he had a relationship with Du Changhan.
"Old Du, happy new year."
Du Changhan shook back: "You won the award that year..."
Qu Yanting smiled and said, "You are the chief judge."
After entering the house, Wang Mingyu entertained everyone into the small teahouse in the side hall. The tea smoke was rising, but Du Changhan was not interested. He had heard that Wang Mingyu had a set of out-of-print ancient books, and wanted to open his eyes.
Wang Mingyu said generously: "Yanting, take Mr. Du to the study on the second floor."
Qu Yanting led Du Changhan upstairs. There was a dustproof wooden box on the table in the study, which contained the set of ancient books. It seemed that Wang Mingyu had already prepared for it. He handed over the magnifying glass and said, "Old Du, please sit down and watch."
Du Changhan leaned on the table, seemingly unintentionally said: "Young student, we have actually met twice."
Qu Yanting confessed honestly: "I have no memory, when is it?"
Du Changhan said: "Last summer, there was a celebration for the transformation of the film and television industry."
Qu Yanting suddenly realized that he was attending with Wang Mingyu at that time, but he was tense all the way on that occasion and couldn't pay attention to other people at all.
Du Changhan said: "You are outstanding, like a movie star."
Qu Yanting laughed: "Thank you, Mr. Du, for your compliment."
Du Changhan put down the magnifying glass, crossed the fingers of his two old hands, and Thumbs circled each other, brewing a sentence that he seldom said in his position: "It should be me thanking you."
"How could it be?" Qu Yanting said, "Mr. Du, you are joking."
Du Changhan said: "New Wing Culture is my youngest daughter's company."
Qu Yanting was stunned. The idol drama he sponsored was produced by New Wing Culture. After a few seconds of silence, he temporarily put aside all speculation, and said politely: "It's such a coincidence that your love is young and promising."
Du Changhan shook his head helplessly: "If you say that, my old face will turn red."
Qu Yanting is not good at flattery, and he doesn't want to leave an impression of being full of money. He seems to be euphemistic, but in fact he said bluntly: "I hope your company will produce better works in the future."
Du Changhan looked at Qu Yanting through the lens, and there was a long silence. He touched his inner pocket and remembered that he didn't bring a business card holder, so he tore off a sticky note from the desk.
"Xiangsheng, this is my number."
The paper was not the office landline, but a string of personal mobile phone numbers. Qu Yanting couldn't help being surprised: "You...why?"
"Of course it's not for you to name the script." Du Changhan said, "I owe you a favor, come to me if you have any difficulties."
The noon banquet started on time, and the dining table was moved to the floor-to-ceiling windows, basking in the sun, with Du Changhan surrounded by the chief seat. Qu Yanting poured tea or white wine for everyone, and when Wang Mingyu passed by, the other party pressed his back.
The person who wrote the story is very good at chatting, sporadic inspiration can trigger infinite, and one meal lasted more than three o'clock. After the end, the master and apprentice sent the guests out of the gate, and Wang Mingyu wanted to take a walk in the garden as the afternoon was warm.
Accompanied by Qu Yanting, he knew that the other party didn't like socializing, so he said, "Master, you must be tired."
"It's okay." Wang Mingyu asked, "How's your chat with Mr. Du?"
Qu Yanting stood still: "We're talking about naming the script."
"You know?" Wang Mingyu said, "Mr. Du's youngest daughter is old and spoiled. She wanted to take advantage of her father to take a shortcut and find a well-known screenwriter to raise the price of the book. This made a fuss."
"Mr. Du doesn't seem to agree?"
"Well, Mr. Du came from a bitter background and has strong principles. He spoiled children too much when he was old. So he will remember you."
Qu Yanting asked: "You wanted me to date him from the beginning?"
"That's right, no one has the good fortune of staying in the ivory tower forever. Especially in this circle, rights and relationships can change too much, and sometimes they can only be exchanged at equal value."
If this is a deal, what Qu Yanting gained is far more than what he lost, he said: "Why didn't you tell me the reason before?"
Wang Mingyu smiled: "Because you really need to grind it out, people have to go through too much helplessness, and it is also a kind of fulfillment to put your affection on the characters in your pen."
Qu Yanting was speechless: "Thank you, Master."
Wang Mingyu patted his arm: "Yanting, it's not easy for you to get here, keep climbing, so that you won't be hindered."
Qu Yanting stood on the lawn for a while, then returned to the villa, Wang Mingyu had already gone upstairs to rest. He was about to leave, entering the garage from inside while putting on his coat.
Just around the front of the car, the garage door slowly rose.
Zeng Zhen came back from the car window with one hand on the outside of the car window, holding a cigarette. Seeing Qu Yanting in the garage, he opened the door and got out of the car.
Qu Yanting did not move: "Teacher, Happy New Year."
Zeng Zhen walked over: "Long time no see, stay at home for a while."
Qu Yanting said: "Another day, Master is quite tired today, so I won't bother you."
"Have you had a drink, the teacher will send it to you."
"It's okay, I drink tea."
Zeng Zhen looked at Qu Yanting unabashedly, like an actor enjoying an audition behind the camera, scanning the facial features, he took a sip of nicotine, and said, "I lost weight."
Qu Yanting said: "Teacher has also lost weight."
"Upset, no appetite." Zeng Zhen laughed.
Qu Yanting, of course, would not ask the reason, and said, "Auntie made soup today, and the teacher will go back and drink a bowl."
Zeng Zhen didn't intend to leave or give way, he threw away the half-burned cigarette, crushed it out with the sole of his shoe, and said brightly, "Xiao Ting, I heard you went to Lanshui."
"Yeah." Qu Yanting didn't tell anyone else, and Zeng Zhen could only listen to what Jin Yanyu said, "Go collect folk songs."
Zeng Zhen asked: "By the way, help your hero deal with trouble?"
Qu Yanting clenched his fists, hanging on the side of his legs, his knuckles pressed tightly against the seam of his trousers: "I'm just afraid of affecting online dramas."
"Is it?"
"After all, it's my book, and I invested in it. If it is affected and makes a mess, I will lose face to the teacher."
"What's the actor's name, surnamed Lu?"
"It's just a little star, he's not sensible enough to cause this kind of trouble."
Qu Yanting said: "Will Jin Yanyu affect the teacher's movie?"
Zeng Zhen said: "It's not about pornography/gambling/drugs either, the public probably forgot about it before the show."
"That's good." Qu Yanting said, "Blame me for being reckless."
Zeng Zhen raised his chin slightly, his height gave a sense of oppression, and said, "I can't blame you, but you should not let the teacher down."
Qu Yanting drove away, and when he passed the white villa, he took a look, his gaze retracted and brushed the silver ring on his finger, he clenched the steering wheel tightly, and stepped on the accelerator.
When he got home, Qu Yanting didn't even take off his coat, turned to the balcony and fell into the small sofa, relaxing every inch of his body. The pot of cut irises was placed on the low table, and the flowerless branches were a bit pitiful.
He sat silently for a long time, so long that Commander Huang couldn't bear to check whether he was still alive. Taking the cat into his arms, he rubbed the cat's face roughly, and sighed: "I will be a cat in the next life, so you can raise me."
Commander Huang was so helpless, he jumped off his knees and hurriedly retreated.
Qu Yanting froze in place in a trance. In the third year of junior high school, the deadline for his consideration came, but he wavered a lot, or in other words, his potential concerns never diminished.
The better Lu Wen treats him, the deeper he sinks.
more scared.
Qu Yanting took out his mobile phone, fortunately there was someone he could talk to with confidence, and when he opened QQ, he asked for the first time, "Do you have time to chat for a while?"
In the past few minutes, the unlucky little singer replied: I haven't got off work yet, so I can't chat for too long.
Social Fear Junior Writer: Okay, because I don't know who to turn to.
Unlucky Little Singer: What's wrong
Qu Yanting thought about it, and the editor said: You told me before that one intimate partner is more useful than a hundred volunteers, and I seem to have found it.
Unlucky Little Singer: Really
Social Fear Writer: Well, someone who is willing to accompany me and make me happy.
Unlucky Little Singer: Great, then you two are together
Socially afraid of young writers: No.
Unlucky Little Singer: Why
Socially afraid of young writers: I have some concerns and can't decide.
The other party didn't think it was strange, but only regarded it as the difficulties that everyone in a marriage relationship has, such as economic conditions and family background. The unlucky little singer asked: What is your inner tendency
Social horror writer: I don't know...
Unlucky Little Singer: When you think of him, is it because you worry more about him, or because you love him more
Qu Yanting gripped his typing hand, as if trying to grasp the images that flashed through his mind, frame by frame. It turned out that he and Lu Wen had already accumulated many memories.
He typed: I like him.
Unlucky Little Singer: If you guessed right, it was for that person that you made up your mind to collect music
Social fear young writer: Yes.
The other party suddenly stopped replying, and Qu Yanting stared at the phone, his patience turned into anxiety. He knew that the other party's opinion may not be the golden rule, but when people have no other choice, they are always cowardly and lucky to rely on a straw.
Social Fear Junior Writer: What Should I Do
Qu Yanting asked this question clearly, then quit QQ after sending it, and buckled the phone on the armrest in a deceitful manner. About ten minutes later, the phone rang, and he received a reply from the little singer.
Qu Yanting didn't have the courage to click on it, afraid that the other party would make him agree, and even more afraid that the other party would make him give up.
Until the red sun set to the west, the light was as bright as the fireworks on New Year's Eve, Qu Yanting picked up the phone again, avoided unread messages, opened the address book and swipe to Lu Wen's name.
Xu Shixi's eyes dazzled, and the fingertips that pressed the dial trembled slightly.
Just after two rings, Lu Wen connected and called, "Teacher Qu?"
"Hmm." Qu Yanting responded, "What are you doing?"
Lu Wen said: "I just returned to Master Cao's house, and I have to record at home for two hours at night. Now I have time to pack my suitcase."
Qu Yanting asked: "When you come back, should you go to the company or go home?"
"go home directly."
Lu Wen's tone was a little flat, a little listless, and he could hear that he was not in a high mood. Qu Yanting was only concerned for a while: "What's wrong?"
"fine."
"Is it convenient to tell? Tell me, okay?"
Lu Wen said, "Teacher Qu, I miss you."
Qu Yanting reached out to the low table, pulled off an iris leaf, and twisted the leaf with her fingertips, hoping to smash all those scruples and entanglements. He said, "I'll be back tomorrow."
"But I have something to do tomorrow." Lu Wen paused, "The fourth day is my mother's birthday, and I have to visit her grave every year."
No wonder, Qu Yanting nodded involuntarily.
Lu Wen asked, "Teacher Qu, can you call me?"
Qu Yanting was silent, the thinned leaves fell to the floor, leaving a little green on the fingertips.
Unlucky lovers in this world occupy the majority, and it may take two months, half a year, or a year, and finally end up breaking up. If they will be separated, is it easier to let go of the short-term joy
"Lu Wen," Qu Yanting asked softly, "how long will you like me."
The phone was quiet for a while, and Lu Wen said: "Yesterday, when I was recording a program, I found a small photo studio in the ancient town, so I took the group photo that Master Cao took for us to have it washed. I washed two pictures, one big and one small. of."
Qu Yanting listened to him answering irrelevant questions.
Lu Wen said, "I put the small one in my wallet."
Qu Yanting said: "Is it still popular to put photos in wallets?"
"It's not popular anymore." Lu Wen finally laughed, "But I have an agreement with Fa Xiao. When we were young, we took a group photo and stuffed it in our wallet. We can only change it when we get out of the order."
Qu Yanting covered his eyes with his hands stained with green leaves: "But I didn't promise you."
"Can't I use it in advance?"
"Don't play tricks."
"If you don't play it, you don't play it, then I will tell you seriously."
"… what?"
Lu Wen said: "If you promise, we will take a new replacement every year. If I can't get you, I will keep this photo in my wallet for the rest of my life."
The corners of Qu Yanting's eyes were hot, and he didn't know who to blame Yu Hui or whom.
"Do you know," Lu Wen replied with a delay, "my dad only likes my mom in his life."
"Lu Wen..."
"Qu Yanting," Lu Wen called him by his first name, "I will only like you in my life."
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