Dousha Bao

Chapter 1

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[Abstract] Wang Yincheng gave birth to a child as a surrogate six years ago in order to pay off his lover's debt.

Six years later, when he flew to City H alone for work, he unexpectedly ran into his former lover at the airport. That man not only lived a prosperous life, but also had a rich and handsome CEO boyfriend.

However, what Wang Yincheng didn't expect was that the six-year-old son of the indifferent CEO actually looked a lot like himself.

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After Wang Yincheng got off the plane, he took out his mobile phone and called Lao Liu. After the call was connected, the person on the other end let out a long sigh of relief: "Thank God, you didn't run away halfway or have an accident. We're finally here!" "

Wang Yincheng's luggage only contained a laptop. "We're here. Don't worry. I promised you that you wouldn't run away halfway."

Lao Liu shouted at the other end: "If you dare to let me go, I will chop you up!!"

Wang Yincheng chuckled and walked out in the direction of the flow of people out of the station.

This was the first day he arrived in H City. The sun was shining brightly and the air was warm, carrying the fragrance of typical Jiangnan flavor. Lao Liu said that he had arranged for someone to pick him up and temporarily arranged a place for him. He was extremely attentive and sincere, for fear that Wang Yincheng would regret it after he arrived.

Lao Liu is the editor-in-chief of the local financial newspaper in H City. He and Wang Yincheng used to go to the same school. When Wang Yincheng was in his junior year, Lao Liu had already graduated from graduate school. The two of them were taught by the same teacher and they had the same aspirations in their professions, so they had a particularly close relationship. .

After Lao Liu graduated, he went to work in City H. Wang Yincheng did not finish college. After dropping out, he has been doing freelance work, writing novels and columns. In the past two years, he began to write film and television reviews and financial reviews, and he is quite famous in the circle. Lao Liu has always admired Wang Yincheng's talent. He had recently been promoted to editor-in-chief, and wanted to recruit Wang Yincheng to take charge of the financial column section.

There was a bit of noise in the airport, and Old Liu's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hey, Chengzi, please wait a moment. Xiao Shao, who was sent to pick you up, just left. You don't know the traffic in H City. It's better than ours." In the past, the school toilets were still clogged, so you had to wait in the airport for a while."

Wang Yincheng said as he walked: "I'm not in a hurry, I'll be fine today anyway."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Yincheng found a seat in a coffee shop at the airport, ordered something and took out his notebook. He currently had several columns on his phone, and they were all close to the deadline, but he hadn't finished a single article yet. , several editors surrounded him all over the world, but he couldn’t access QQ on his mobile phone.

While waiting for the computer to turn on, Wang Yincheng took a sip of coffee and adjusted his status.

In fact, he didn't delay the manuscript on purpose, but he was really out of shape recently, and every time he opened the document, his ideas were blank. He himself is used to it, because at this season every year he feels a little restless, his thoughts always wander to nowhere, and he is not in any working state at all.

After turning on the phone, he plugged in the wireless and logged into QQ, and several messages popped up at the same time.

Editor A: [I give you three days! ! ! ! ! ! When the deadline comes, you still can’t write a word! I will fly directly to you and sleep with you! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ] Editor B: [The scissors are ready. Tell me, should you cut the sausage or the egg first?]Editor C: [(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻I want to deduct your bonus, deduct your bonus, deduct your bonus. ~~Brother Yazhudie Yin, you can’t do this to me. I have a sixty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child. If your manuscript is not good enough, the editor will deduct my bonus this month. Yazhudie, Yazhudie. …] Wang Yincheng didn’t dare to click on the remaining messages. He decisively closed the conversation status bar and then updated a QQ status—I will burn the manuscript to you. PS: I am working hard and will definitely send it to you on the deadline. you.

After updating his status, Wang Yinguo decisively quit QQ.

There are only a few columns in his hand, including columns on novels, financial reviews and film and television appreciation. The novel manuscript in my hand is almost finished, but the finale has been delayed for three issues in a row. The editor who followed the manuscript has completely lost his temper. Either you say you like to write or not, and if you don't write, you will be screwed. Anyway, you will be screwed. Reader, you are the one who will be scolded in the end; or you can say, God, I beg you to write it quickly. Do you need to be so entangled in an ending? The trouble is that the reader is not you~~

In fact, he had already finished writing the finale of the manuscript for the novel column, but it was a double ending, HE and BE. The manuscript had been lying quietly in his computer folder, and no one had read it except himself. He once thought about whether to show the manuscript to the editor and let her make a decision, but in the end he put it off again and again. He always knew that the choice was only in his own hands, and no one else could help him make this choice.

That was his own story, a relationship that lasted four years and ended in a breakup.

Many of his readers are young girls in their twenties, with beautiful fantasies about same-sex love, eagerly watching every weekly column, and the forums are even more noisy about the storyline and characterization. , one long review after another, and piles of plot analysis and character anatomy. Many people are looking forward to what their final ending will be, but they don't want the story to end. But at this point, it is the author himself who is hesitant.

As a result, the discussion on the forum about the authenticity of the story and whether it was a hype began to get louder and louder.

Wang Yincheng admitted that he was timid when he finished writing the last word. While writing this story, he recalled the past four years. When he was writing, he thought that he would be numb and had no feeling. After writing, he realized that he had put in so much effort. He was indeed hurt by what happened in the end, but unlike most people, he was also very calm about his despair.

Wang Yincheng pulled up the files for both endings and tapped his fingers on the desktop, thinking about which ending he should send to the editor.

Just at this time, the waiter in the coffee shop brought the fries over on a plate. Wang Yincheng looked sideways at the waiter and said thank you.

However, when he turned back, his gaze fell outside the coffee shop. Behind the floor-to-ceiling glass, he vaguely saw a familiar face.

The man was wearing a white shirt and suit trousers, with his jacket hanging on his arms. His other hand was on the armrest of the trolley case. He was standing outside the French window of the coffee shop, facing the door. He lowered his head and raised his hands to look at the time, as if he was waiting. people. Then the man pulled the trolley suitcase and pushed the door open while looking at the time and walked in.

Wang Yincheng quickly turned his eyes to the screen. He felt a little surprised, not because he would meet that person here, but because when he saw that person again, he didn't feel anything at all.

Don't you feel anything

The waiter in the coffee shop shouted: "Welcome." Wang Yincheng knew that the person had walked in. He didn't know if the person had seen him, but he didn't care about this issue.

He propped up his arms, smiled to himself, finally clicked on the document, sent the BE ending to the editor, and deleted the HE ending.

Sometimes the choice comes suddenly and has nothing to do with emotions. Wang Yincheng is such a person. He lost his father and mother in his early years, and had a very unhappy relationship experience as an adult. Compared with boys of the same age, he was precocious and cold, and was not a man who could express his feelings. Even after so many things happened, he was still a The man got over it without showing too much sadness.

The hardships of life are just a common occurrence for him. No one can expect such a man to have too much nostalgia for a rotten relationship.

Loved, sacrificed, felt distressed, despaired, and then everything passed, and he was still alive.

After Wang Yincheng emailed the ending of the novel to the editor, he turned off his phone and prepared to leave. He didn't know if the person saw him, but he didn't care. He just felt that there was no need to stay in the same room as that kind of scum. In the room, he didn't need or want to disgust himself.

And now he finally knew why he couldn't overcome the hurdle at the end of the novel. Not for that feeling, but for the extravagant hope in my heart.

It turns out that I still hope for love, so I can't help but give a happy ending? Perhaps when you first decided to write this story, you were longing for a completely different kind of love deep in your heart

Wang Yincheng packed up the things on the table, curled his lips, smiled self-deprecatingly, stood up and left.

Just when he got up and was about to go out, his cell phone rang. He lowered his head and took out his cell phone from his pocket as he walked out. At that moment, a tall man opened the door and came in.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the man subconsciously, and happened to meet the man's dark eyes. He looked away quietly, and the two passed by.

Zhou Yi'an saw Wang Yincheng when he opened the door and entered the coffee shop. At first glance, he was a little unsure, thinking that he was dazzling. After all, this is H City, and B City is thousands of miles away. However, at the second glance, he It was certain that the man sitting facing the main entrance of the coffee shop was indeed Wang Yincheng.

His former lover.

The coffee shop clerk shouted: "Welcome."

Zhou Yian nodded, took his luggage, found a seat in the corner with Wang Yincheng's back, and ordered a cup of coffee.

Zhou Yian raised his eyes and looked at Wang Yincheng's back. He was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, sitting on a high chair with his back to him. There was a laptop in front of him. He probably didn't notice him and kept sitting quietly.

Zhou Yian felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't tell what it was like. The two have not seen each other for six years since they broke up, and they have not had any contact during this period. He went to study abroad after graduating from college and just returned to China today. The two have not contacted each other in six years, but he also learned some news about Wang Yincheng from his original circle of friends. .

It is said that he did not work in society after graduating from college, and made a living by writing novels. He also did not go back to school. His life was ordinary and uneventful, and it could even be said that he was a little depressed.

The waiter brought Zhou Yian's coffee, and Zhou Yian looked away. He raised his hand and loosened his tie. He felt that the coffee shop was a little hot, and he felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart.

He didn't want to admit that it was because he met Wang Yincheng today, but he didn't want to lie to himself, and he couldn't convince himself that he saw Wang Yincheng and pretended that nothing happened.

The phone rang at this time, Zhou Yian answered it, and Liu Heng's deep voice came from the other end: "I'm here."

Zhou Yian breathed a sigh of relief, and his original irritability also dissipated a lot. He turned to look outside the coffee shop and said, "I'm at the airport coffee shop."

The man on the other end of the phone said, "Okay, wait for me." After saying that, he hung up the phone.

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