[I hope that next time I come to China, you will be willing to meet me, I wish you health and happiness, and I will pray for you every day. —Song Yue]
After reading the last paragraph of the letter, Song Yu folded it according to the original crease.
Just as he imagined, the hundreds of words on the paper can be summed up as "I'm very sorry, I will repent." Maybe it took a few days to open it. After seeing Song Yue that day, the turbulent emotions calmed down. After reading the letter, he felt very calm and even wanted to laugh.
Song Yue's oral English sounds okay, but her written expression skills are not so good. Not only are there a lot of typos, but several complicated Chinese characters are replaced with pinyin, so that Song Yu looks like she is correcting a primary school student's homework when she reads the letter.
This is the first time for Song Yu to seriously "listen" to Song Yue's words. He smiled and sighed. He is really a spoiled child.
The sour feeling in my heart can't be said to be envy or jealousy.
"Dong dong dong", there was a crisp knock on the door, interrupting Song Yu's melancholy.
Song Yu put away the letter and replied, "Please come in."
The door opened, and Meng Shiping and Gao Tong entered the door first. Not surprisingly, half of Han Jin's fierce face appeared from behind Gao Tong. In the past few days, Han Jin will come to the company to attend classes with Gao Tong, and Song Yu hardly leaves the office, so he always finds some excuses to come to him.
Han Jin's skills in striking up conversations are superb. He never comes alone, and occasionally uses the excuse of asking for acting skills to pull Gao Tong together, and occasionally uses the excuse of discussing work to pull Meng Shiping, so that he can naturally step into Song Yu's office.
Song Yu had experienced these little tricks in his previous life, so naturally he could see clearly now, and he acquiesced to Han Jin's approach without evasion.
Song Yu always had the same respect for Gao Tong as a student treats a teacher. He beckoned him to sit down and asked, "Brother Tong, what's the matter?"
"Hahaha, it's okay, I see you are bored in the office all day, I want to talk to you." Gao Tong gently patted Song Yu's shoulder, the worry on his face was sincere.
Han Jin said, "Brother Song, it's almost time for dinner, why don't we go out and have a meal to relax?"
Meng Shiping shook a script in his hand, and said: "I wanted to discuss this script with you. I think it is very suitable for Brother Tong. How about we go out to have a meal and chat?"
"Then let's go now." Song Yu didn't intend to refuse at first, since it was about Gao Tong's business, he wanted to go out even more.
Several people walked out of the office, Song Yu habitually looked to the left, Zhou Yanqing's place was empty.
"Where are people?" He asked Meng Shiping.
"Huh?" Meng Shiping was stunned for a moment before he understood, "Chen Ming wants to go back to his company, and I asked Xiao Zhou to take her there."
Song Yu's voice suddenly turned cold: "Is Brother Lin not here?"
Gao Tong and Han Jin, who were walking in front, both stopped and looked at them blankly.
The corners of Meng Shiping's mouth sank, he could tell that Song Yu held Zhou Yan in high regard, but he was just ordering an intern, so was it necessary to react so strongly? From his point of view, Song Yu was clearly finding fault on purpose, and he had endured enough of this seemingly invisible undercurrent for a while.
The script in his hand was creased a few times, and his chest became more and more heaving. At the moment when he was about to explode, Han Jin who was a few steps away frowned, and said apologetically, "Brother Lin sent the financial Sister Jin went to the bank, and Assistant Gao also went out to run errands, so..."
So I can only arrange for Zhou Yan to go lightly.
Song Yu stared at Han Jin's innocent face for a moment, then smiled and said, "Then don't call him, let's go."
Although his mouth was fluttering, Song Yuneli was already furious, because he knew that Zhou Yanqing was deliberately dismissed.
There was a relationship of lovers in the previous life, and Han Jin's innocuous care was playful in Song Yu's eyes. But once he broke away from that relationship, Han Jin's various tricks became daunting.
That evening on the island, Han Jin excused that the water heater was broken and went to take a bath in his and Dafeng's room. The next day, Song Yu heard Liu Ranyi say that someone unplugged the water heater in their room. He pretended to be ignorant at the time, but in fact he had already guessed that this was Han Jin's trick. Today, he probably played tricks to distract Zhou Yanqing.
The most powerful thing about Han Jin is that he can do everything seamlessly, just like Cai just now, he can even explain an innocent explanation to save Meng Shiping from the siege. If you are not familiar enough with Han Jin, you will be deceived by his harmless appearance.
Song Yu's gaze was fixed on the back of Han Jin's head, without any emotion in his eyes. Han Jin and Meng Shiping were like two moths that gnawed away at his previous life. How could he allow the two of them to overstep under his nose once again after rebirth, but for the time being, he could only endure it.
Meng Shiping made an appointment at a Chinese restaurant that they often go to. When they got there, the food was already half served, and they sat down and began to eat.
When the meal was almost finished, Meng Shiping took out the script to discuss. He seemed to have regarded Han Jin as an insider, and he didn't shy away from it at all.
There is no doubt that Meng Shiping has always had a vicious eye in selecting scripts, so the other three are listening carefully to his analysis of the advantages and disadvantages of the content of the script, how the response will be after the broadcast, and what the ratings may be.
As soon as the words fell, Han Jin applauded and praised: "Brother Meng, you are really good. The works that Brother Song has shot in the past few years have achieved good ratings and word of mouth. You have contributed a lot."
Gao Tong also praised: "Yes, Xiao Song has won various awards in the past few years, and the best actor award will be a matter of time."
Meng Shiping's mood was very complicated, mixed with happiness and reluctance mixed with a kind of depression, he had always had great ambitions for his career, but the longer he worked with Song Yu, the less he could feel the sense of accomplishment that made him passionate.
One is because Song Yu was already well-known when he switched careers as an agent. Everyone took it for granted that Song Yu reached the top, and no one would know how much effort he had put into his background as an agent.
The second is that he thinks that Song Yu has been belittling him with a casual attitude. No matter how good the script he picked with his insight, no matter how good the sponsorship he worked hard to get, Song Yu always expressed his attitude with "yes" or "no" coldly, which made him Feeling that your efforts are not getting the recognition they deserve.
The most important point is that Song Yu's desires are too shallow, and the road to the film king is in front of him, but Song Yu can reject a good script that others can't wait for. To put it nicely, he is indifferent to fame and wealth, but to put it bluntly, he has no ambitions. He has nowhere to display his ambitions, just like an eagle locked in a cage.
But now, he received applause just because he analyzed a script, which made him feel his self-worth for a long time. He turned his head and asked Song Yu with a smile: "How is it?"
Song Yu's attention was always focused on Meng Shiping's beaming facial expression. He came back to his senses and carefully considered what the other party meant by "how is it?" Was he asking how the script was, or was it a metaphor for something else? .
"Very good." Song Yu shrugged and smiled, and said lightly.
The provocative sentence was hit on the cotton and bounced back. Meng Shiping held the water glass tightly, and his back molars were almost crushed.
After dinner, Song Yu proposed to go back to the company, but Han Jin suggested: "It's still early, why don't we go to the tea room? Still..."
Before he could finish his sentence, there was a knock on the door.
A waiter opened the door and walked in. He walked up to Song Yu with a packaged meal, and said in a low voice, "Hi sir, the packaged meal you requested has been prepared, and we will give you a special gift Ordered a beef soup."
"Thank you." Song Yu took the meal and turned his attention to Han Jin again, "Let's not go to the tea room. I have a headache and want to go back and take a nap."
Han Jin stared at the special thermal bag for restaurants on the table, swallowed the rest of the words, and asked with a smile: "Brother Song, isn't he full?"
Song Yu glanced at the thermos bag at hand, and shook his head: "Xiao Zhou told me that he is on his way back to the company, and I will pack two copies for him by the way."
The corners of Wei Yang's mouth froze on his face, and Han Jin's hands under the table clenched the silky table skirt into a ball.