"He's staring at me like that, and I can't help but feel shy."
"I didn't expect him to suddenly open his arms and hug me. I couldn't help but tremble in his arms like a bunny."
"What should I do, my whole body is so hot that I can't cool down. God, this must be the initial symptom of falling in love."
…
…
… WTF…
Seeing this, Qi Jin frowned, and looked at Ning Xiaoxiao with powerless complaining eyes: "No answer."
Ning Xiaoxiao screamed, "Why?"
Qi Jin rubbed the bridge of her nose with difficulty, and waved her hand to move the laptop away from the table to prevent her eyes from being abused by the words on the screen.
"Because of this script - it's so crazy."
"This is the book I showed you!" Ning Xiaoxiao's scream level increased. After the eyes, the ears are also severely poisoned.
"Because it was you who showed it to me, I would complain to my face. If I changed to another screenwriter, I would just politely say 'I'm sorry, I don't think I can handle this script'. The psychological and action descriptions are read directly in the lines, it is simply God's perspective, and the sky is thundering... Besides, these psychological descriptions are still very small women, isn't this Shou really a flat-chested pseudo-girl?"
Qi Jin slid his hand on his arm twice as if in shock, and the goosebumps fell to the ground.
"Hmph, Senior Brother, you don't have a boyfriend, and you don't understand the mentality of people in love." Ning Xiaoxiao snorted and squinted to observe his reaction.
"If everyone in love is like this, then I'd better choose to stay single." Qi Jin replied calmly.
"Humph! One day I will make you envy, jealous and hate!" I thought I could make him a little embarrassed and teased him to find one, but I didn't expect him to be so invulnerable.
"Speaking of which, junior sister, how did your screenwriting style become like this, and what stimulated you?"
"Hee hee hee," Ning Xiaoxiao suddenly covered her mouth and smiled, winking her eyes, "Okay, I didn't actually write this script."
Hearing this, Qi Jin breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest to express that he was greatly comforted.
Otherwise, he planned to spend ten minutes seriously persuading his junior sister not to give up the treatment.
"Actually, the screenwriter is the planner. She invited me to be a lobbyist. Please accept it." This means that the screenwriter cannot be changed.
"Absolutely, yes, no, yes."
"Come on, it's only one issue. If you don't pick me up, I'm embarrassed to go back to do business. Besides, those shocking lines are all acceptable. What she found for you is the attack, and the attack's lines are not shocking?" Ning Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, sticking to Qi Jin like a piece of candy, and her stalking skills were in place.
Well, Gong's lines are actually very embarrassing, but fortunately, it seems normal under the strong background of the lines he received.
But that's not the point.
"Looking for me to attack? It's strange, no one has asked me to attack during this period of time."
Qi Jin raised her eyebrows, and there was a flaw in her psychological defense.
Due to the strange unspoken rule of "there is no me", not only have there been no plans to find him to replace him recently, but several previous crews have also replaced him. Although he used to be most of his counterparts in the past, the dramas were relatively unpopular and were not taken seriously. The recording of his confrontation with Tongquetai was widely circulated, and many people were brainwashed by his 0.5 reception after listening to it.
Qi Jin began to think about the days when he was assigned to attack. The little people he chased in those years - I really miss them.
"How is it, Senior Brother? Do you want to consider returning to the old business?" Ning Xiaoxiao probably worked as a loach in her last life, and she would dig into the hole when she saw it, accurately using his psychological flaws.
"Let me think about it." Once he relaxes, there is a high chance of compromise.
"Come on, you're tired of playing with scum attack, this time it's a gentle healing attack, it's worth a challenge." Ning Xiaoxiao naturally understood the truth of chasing after victory.
"Okay," Qi Qin looked at the sky and sighed, "Anyway, I recently realized what a cure is."
Ning Xiaoxiao approached her with gleaming eyes: "Do you mean the cats on the news broadcast, that's really healing! Your commentary is completely foul! You can still read it out in such a loving tone... No Yes, my heart was hit... Ah, by the way, someone from our magazine has gone through the adoption procedures!"
"Really? That's great." Qi Jin smiled slightly.
After the news was broadcast that night, colleagues from the hotline came to report that they had received a lot of calls from the audience, and the response was very good, but it was even more pleasant to hear such news outside the unit.
"I also want to adopt one, but I really don't have that condition at home." Ning Xiaoxiao was downcast.
"Me too, I go to the field every once in a while, but I really don't starve to death when I bring it home." Qi Wei said that the reporter's profession is the nemesis of pets, "If you can't adopt it, donate money and materials, after all, their hospital charges such a low amount of treatment. The staff needs a little subsidy.”
He had offered to give that person a small stipend in an email as payment for the information.
He knew that the care in those words was not measurable in money, but a few "thanks" made him feel that it was not enough to make up for the precious rest time sacrificed by the other party.
However, that person did not accept.
The first e-mail was presented to the public via a TV show, and a thread in the news forum followed in the same style.
Then the second one, the third one, the fourth one…
Qi Jin continued to update the recent situation of the kittens on several well-known forums, polished the content of the email, and strengthened the publicity. It has won the support of many cat lovers, and even charities actively raised money to buy cat food, cat litter, and warm products. wait to be taken to the hospital.
As a paraphrase, Qi Jin always pays attention to stating "The following is the diary of the quoted doctor" when writing posts.
The content he wrote himself is usually published directly, and the place where the email is quoted will be specially marked with a warm background color with code, and the corresponding font color and style will make it stand out.
These "important emails" have been accumulating for more than a month.
At the end of each reply, Qi Jin would attach a personal greeting, separated from the text by a dotted line, and placed at the end. Don't forget to add the "^_^" that you are used to at the end.
At first, he was the only one who did this, and then the other party gradually responded to his greetings at the end of the email and greeted him.
There is a kind of intimacy of making pen pals when I was a student.
After half of September, the cats whose condition improved have been picked up one after another. Seeing that there are fewer and fewer little guys mentioned in the email, Qi Jin is happy, but also a little sad and lonely.
He thought, the cat's father should feel the same way—
"By the way, brother, your special report will end successfully when all the cats are picked up?" Ning Xiaoxiao took a sip of iced black tea and asked curiously while biting the straw.
Qi Qi was stunned.
Any follow-up report will come to an end, he should know that.
"Maybe." He adjusted his sitting position, picked up the coffee and drank it silently. Seeing that the 11th is coming, it is estimated that there will be another wave of news, and my focus may have to shift as soon as possible.
"Next week's Mid-Autumn Festival, next week's National Day, it's a holiday, do you want to invite some friends to go out to play?"
"You should know that when everyone is on vacation, it's our busiest time." If a mirror is placed in front of him now, he can see the standard "dead eyes" demonstration expression.
"Uh, forget it, you should honestly play the drama and pay off the debt. I passed on the script to you just now." Ning Xiaoxiao smacked her lips.
Qi Jin glanced at the script on her screen and her eyes died again.
"Well, for the sake of attacking, I will try to ignore Xiaoshou's lines." I believe his lightning resistance will be significantly improved by then.
"Hee hee, then I'll throw your QQ number to the planner and screenwriter by the way and ask her to add you, and you can discuss the next things yourself." The junior sister tapped on the keyboard for a while, and suddenly raised her head to look at him as if remembering something, "Huh? How's the drama between you and the Great God CP? When will it be released?"
"I heard that it can be done during the National Day." The DEMO is coming out soon, and the drama will be released after the replay. However, Qi Jin really couldn't bear to listen to her own 0.5 amorous feelings.
"Senior brother, come and sign your name." Junior sister smiled like a wily fox.
"What are you doing?" Qi Jin looked up and down the little girl with strange eyes, wondering what medicine she was selling in the gourd.
"Signature, I'll save it after signing it. You'll become a celebrity when you start the drama, and then I'll take it to Taobao and sell it!"
"You are enough..."
After leaving the cafe, Qi Jin said goodbye to her junior sister and set off on their return journey.
The temperature in mid-September is not too low, and it is cool and pleasant. The sound of cicadas in summer has been sent away by the autumn wind, replaced by the rustling of fallen leaves.
As the saying goes, "If a phoenix tree leaves, the whole world knows autumn." However, there are French phoenix trees on both sides of the road. Unlike the phoenix trees referred to by the ancients, the leaves are more yellow and haggard. September is the fruiting season, and the brown fruit heads hang down on the treetops, swaying weakly in the wind.
The ending of the flowering results is nothing but the same, not to mention the story that even the flowers are too late to bloom—
Qi Jin suddenly understood the mentality of the literati in ancient times. Depressed scene, no matter who sees it, it will produce negative emotions.
After autumn, the days start to get shorter, and when I get home, it is the usual time to get off work, but the interior has already dimmed.
He has lived alone for so long, the furniture is very simple, there are not many decorations, the space can be described as open, and it is increasingly impossible to stop a thick shadow extending from the wall and stretching on the solid wood floor. I was full of coffee in the cafe just now, and now I don't even bother to start a party. I throw my coat on the sofa and lie down to rest.
It was reported on TV that "the old man who lived alone was found only a month after his death", and he felt that it was not impossible for this kind of thing to happen to him. There is not a month, there are always ten days and eight days.
The work unit and friends will think that he has gone on a business trip somewhere temporarily.
80% of the people in the network distribution will think that the "playing dead god" has started to play dead again to avoid the sound.
Since he came out of the closet, he has returned to his hometown only a handful of times. His parents also have an older sister and a younger brother to take care of him.
"it hurts… "
Pressing on her stomach, which was aching faintly, Qi Jin squeezed out two words between her teeth.
He turned over, rolled up his jacket and covered it, closed his eyes and buried himself in bed, hoping to get through this dull pain with the help of exhaustion.
When I woke up, it was about eight o'clock in the evening, and the pain in my stomach had passed.
He stretched, got up and turned on the computer to work. He was used to this kind of jaw-dropping routine for a long time.
I don't know why, but when I started working recently, I would first log in to my company's mailbox to see if there were any new emails. It has been five days since the last time I received the letter about the kitten. Compared with the previous frequency of two or three days, this time interval is a little longer.
That person's email is easy to recognize, and the subject line is the same every time.
"The recovery of the kittens" - it's all like that, not even numbered.
But today's email, the title has changed, with only the words "About Kittens". Qi Jin suddenly hesitated in front of the screen, staring at the mailbox for five seconds.
indeed from the same person.
Qi Jin subconsciously felt that it would be better not to click on it.
This kind of feeling is like a person coming to a restaurant that he is very familiar with, ordering the same dishes every time, eating with confidence, but one day the menu completely changed, although the chef is still the same, the unfamiliar dishes make him It's too late to order food.
He was afraid of attaching a photo of a kitten with its eyes closed, declaring the treatment ineffective, dead or something.
He was the most unacceptable to the news of the sudden departure of the little life he had been concerned about.
"Huh... Calm down, calm down, maybe it's good news?" Qi Jin murmured to convince herself. Maybe he was just infected by the autumn atmosphere outside, and things weren't as bad as he thought.
He moved the mouse and clicked on the mail.
It turned out that the message in the email was good news, and good news to celebrate.
"All the injured kittens in the incident have recovered, and the adoption procedures for the last one have been completed this morning, and they have all been discharged from the hospital." This sentence affirmed his long-term efforts.
I see.
It is so...
No wonder the title no longer uses the word "recovery situation", as there are no cats left to recover.
"Great, the little guys have a home. Haha."
Qi Jin's eyes stayed on the sentence, and he read it over and over a dozen times. When he did the last time, he laughed twice, and the upward arc of the corner of his mouth did not last long.
The first time I received an email with no diary content and no pictures, I was really not used to it.
Maybe it's because I'm not used to it, so I don't get very excited about it.
"Great, the little ones have a home," he repeated in his reply. It felt like there was still a lot to say, but I couldn't think of the right words for a while, so I sat in my seat for a while, the inspiration for writing a manuscript seemed to be completely exhausted, and I couldn't find a single star.
Fingers back and forth between the letter key and the delete key, typing a few words, thinking about it, and silently shaking his head to delete.
"I will post this news on the forum for everyone to celebrate." This sentence is about business.
"Dr. Shen has worked hard." This is a routine greeting.
Any more
Probably not. Personal impressions, business affairs, greetings, and the usual reply order are similar, so that we can draw a successful conclusion. You can report to the channel director tomorrow, write a summary, and start preparations for the next topic.
"Thanks, bye."
Standard email closing remarks.
Although I didn't ask the other person's name until the end, but this time, it was really unnecessary.