"Of course."
"Thank you, Mr. Lan."
Lan Xiao sneered, "Don't give me that."
"I just happen to have something I want to ask you." Shang Shiyu remembered something, paused, and then said, "Does your company's artist Yunling have a boyfriend?"
"Have you been following the news about her recently? Don't dig her up. In the end, she won't make any news. It will just waste your time and energy." Lan Xiao kindly reminded.
"Why?"
"Because the person she's dating is your direct superior, Tang Wei, you know him, right?"
Shang Shiyu's heart tightened, his throat was dry, and he didn't make a sound. Lan Xiao continued, "Yun Ling's real name is Lin Yun, and she is the heir of the Lin Communication Group. Singing and acting are just her hobbies. The news about the two of them was dug up, and you, a little reporter under Tang Wei, dare to report it?"
Shang Shiyu's eyelashes fluttered, and she felt that her eyelashes became unusually heavy at that moment. She was silent for a long time, and then she replied weakly: "I know, I won't report it."
"Well, be good. I'll have someone send your ticket to your station."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Shang Shiyu felt very tired. Her mood fluctuated greatly, which easily exhausted her physical strength. She slumped in the chair, staring at the ceiling, her eyes tight.
——
The Academy Awards ceremony was held on Friday. Almost all the celebrities from all over the country gathered in Jude City tonight, making the whole city star-studded. There were too many media present, and reporters from small columns like Shang Shiyu's couldn't get a number. Fortunately, Lan Xiao helped her.
She and Ning Mu entered the venue holding the press passes obtained by Lan Xiao.
The venue was very lively. Yun Ling was singing on the stage at the moment. Her fans were numerous and their cheers were deafening.
Shang Shiyu was watching in the press area and couldn't help but hum along.
On the big screen, Yun Ling suddenly smiled, and that smile was full of sweetness. She didn't think much about it, and subconsciously looked in the direction of Yun Ling's sight.
I saw a familiar figure, followed by several people, slowly walking into the venue from the backstage side door and taking a seat. Now in the entire venue, all the spotlights and cameras were on the stage, and the audience seats were dark, but Shang Shiyu still recognized the figure at a glance.
Late Tang Dynasty.
Her heart was pounding and she instinctively picked up the camera in front of her chest and focused it.
"Who are you taking a picture of? Let me see." Ning Mu came over to look at the photo in the camera, thinking it was a big star.
"They are all backs. What's so good about taking pictures?" Ning Mu returned the camera. "Who is it?"
"Tang Wei."
"Boss Tang?" He had already taken his seat. Ning Mu tiptoed over and smiled at him, "You have sharp eyes. You can recognize this. The General Administration specially invited him to be the award presenter tonight."
"Oh." No wonder he's here.
Shang Shiyu stared at that direction infatuatedly. Even though she couldn't see anything because of the crowd, she couldn't pull her eyes away. As long as he appeared, her soul seemed to be tied around him, and it was difficult to pull away.
"Hey! Let's go!" After an unknown amount of time, Ning Mu patted her shoulder.
"Where are you going?"
"Go to the group interview area. The awards will be presented soon." Ning Mu pulled her away without saying anything.
There is still work to be done. Shang Shiyu regained his composure and followed Ning Mu out of the venue. Finally, he looked back with nostalgia. When will we meet next time? Or, will there be a next time
—
Reporters were all rushing to the interview area with their cameras, trying to occupy the most advantageous position. Shang Shiyu went to the bathroom temporarily, and Ning Mu ran over with his camera hanging on his shoulder, shouting, "I'm waiting for you over there, come over quickly."
"Um."
Shang Shiyu responded and walked around the backstage before finding the restroom. When she came out, she walked towards the group interview area and passed a lounge. She accidentally saw the nameplate hanging on the door. Her feet suddenly felt like they had grown roots and she couldn't move at all.
The words "Award presenter: Mr. Tang Wei" suddenly came into view.
This is his lounge.
As if possessed by some mysterious force, she pushed the door. It was not locked, and it opened as soon as she pushed it.
The lounge was empty. On the iron in the corner, a suit and a white shirt were hanging. Shang Shiyu put down the camera on the dressing table and couldn't help but touch the suit. This was his...
"The clothes are in the lounge. Do you want to change now?"
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded outside the door.
Shang Shiyu was startled, then she came to her senses, looked around, and immediately hid behind the curtains. She felt like a peeping thief, shamefully spying on him.
The door was pushed open at this moment.
"Mr. Tang, the clothes are here, do you need help?" asked the clothing assistant.
"No, thank you." Tang Wei walked to the mirror and looked at his shirt that was accidentally wet. He looked down and saw a camera on the dressing table. He reached out to take the camera and wanted to ask who the owner was. However, the big "SSY" on the camera cover made him feel uneasy and he suddenly lost his voice.
is her.
She likes to mark her things with her own marks, and she has not changed this habit until now.
His chest also bore her mark. He was afraid that she would feel bad, so he went there secretly without telling her.
As expected, looking at the tattoo on his chest, she felt so distressed, and then smiled foolishly, "From now on, you are mine, and no one can take you away."
Indeed, his heart, his person, has always been hers, and will always be hers, and no one can take it away from her.
But they no longer belong to each other...
He raised his hand and pressed his suffocating chest. There, the tattoo that belonged to her was still clear.
"Mr. Tang, this camera..." Assistant Yu Sheng, who followed in, also noticed what he was holding.
This voice made Shang Shiyu's heart hang in the air behind the curtain.
Tang Wei glanced at the corner and saw the pair of white sneakers clearly, his eyes slightly fluctuated. He calmly put down the camera and said softly: "You go out, I want to rest for a while."
"Okay, if you need anything, call me."
"Um."
Yu Sheng and the costume assistant both went out and the door was closed.
Tang Wei pulled a chair and sat down. He looked behind the curtain and saw that she didn't seem to be coming out, so he took out his camera and flipped through it casually. The photos in the camera made him a little emotional.
The first dozens of photos are all of him.
It was obvious that nothing was captured clearly and it was just the same person's back, so why was it worth it for her to waste so many shots
Shang Shiyu stood behind the curtains, mentally prepared himself, and when he was about to walk out, the door was pushed open from the outside again.