General Yuan Sheng pushed Lai Yang out of the door and told him to ask Aru directly.
After returning to the house in a bad mood, Lai Yang poured a glass of boiled water, sat on the balcony with an ashtray, and after lighting a cigarette, the excitement in his body gradually faded away.
Originally, he wanted to win over people's hearts through Yuan Shengda and ensure that the meeting tomorrow night could go on.
But the result was a complete failure.
He didn't want to call Aru, firstly because he was afraid of hearing bad news again, and secondly because Lai Yang could clearly feel that there was always something weird between him and Aru ever since they made their relationship public.
While having dinner at Wangjiang Pavilion that day, Lai Yang felt that he was being "polite" and unfamiliar with himself.
After taking a puff of cigarette, Lai Yang thought about Yunlu again. She did not return to the house she rented with Song Wen, but lived alone in the hotel.
According to Yuan Shengda, she has been crying since Song Wen left.
Thinking of this, Lai Yang called Yunlu, and the call was connected after just one beep.
An image of a lonely person sitting on the bed holding a cell phone and waiting for a call flashed through Lai Yang's mind.
"Hey... Yunlu, did you take a break?"
There was a pause of one second on the other end of the line before a heavy nasal voice came over, "No, did Song Wen ask you to call?"
"He... just talked to me on the phone. Although he didn't say it directly, he still wanted to know about your situation from me."
At this time, the slight sobbing sound was heard again. Lai Yang took a puff of cigarette, paused for a moment, and asked.
"Why did you quarrel like this? Can't you both give in? Why do you have to be so stubborn?"
"I'm sorry, Brother Yang, for delaying the show... I, I'm really sorry..."
Lai Yang's hand holding the cigarette froze, and a wisp of ash fell on his trouser leg. He stood up, looked at the glass window covered with dust, and said.
"That's not what I meant. I called because I hope you can reconcile. From the sound of your voice, you've been together since high school and you've finally made it to the final step. There's no need to do this."
The sobbing on the other end of Yunlu's phone became heavier, and she spoke in a staccato voice.
"That's why, Brother Yang, you know? His mother actually never liked me. She felt that it was me who delayed Song Wen's success. She felt that it was because of me that he fell in love too early, and that he ended up getting into a technical college. So after my family paid 400,000 yuan for the wedding house, his mother still accused me of being too nosy because of 8,000 yuan. She said that I wasn't sincere..."
The night was very quiet, and the wind outside the window could not blow in, but the temperature on the balcony continued to drop with the sobbing of a woman.
"I really feel... I feel wronged. Song Wen and I came to Shanghai... When we first came here, I vowed that Song Wen and I would... do better than those who graduated from a first-class university, and earn more than those who have a degree, so that his family would no longer think from the bottom of their hearts... that I was influencing him... But, Brother Yang, you can see that we are just ordinary people... and... we are becoming more and more ordinary in Shanghai. Not only ordinary, but even the ambition we had at the beginning... is almost wiped out."
Lai Yang could understand the last sentence very well.
When I first came to this city, no matter how many times I was suppressed by reality, I always felt that my future was bright.
But time is a terrible thing. It will slowly erode the edges of pride, corrupt the bones of ambition, and then turn countless people into soft-bodied animals, lying in the dark corners of the city and beside the sewers...
"Before, if I wanted something... even if Song Wen couldn't afford it, he would tell me that he would buy it for me later. But now... he would just turn around and walk away coldly, telling me to find someone else... These words made me feel that all these years were not worth it. What was the point of me coming to Shanghai with him? What was the point of getting married..."
"He said that in anger..." Lai Yang said.
"Yes! He was just saying it in anger, but this time it involves his mother. Now that things have turned out this way, I don't know how to face it. I can't say a word to my aunt... I can only put my hope in him, and then... he stood against me... Brother Yang, what I care about is not those clothes, but his attitude towards me... and the future!"
Yunlu cried so hard that she hung up the phone after she finished speaking.
Lai Yang was stunned for a long time before sitting back in his chair.
He also completely understood the fundamental contradiction between Song Wen and Yun Lu.
But he couldn't solve it.
Because he himself is also a loser in life, it is just because of Tian Jing's appearance that he has an extra layer of hope.
My cell phone dinged in the night. It was Tian Jing who sent me a photo of Chengdu Airport.
In the photo, she also stretched out a hand and made a "yeah" gesture.
…
Looking at the photo, Lai Yang didn't know what to say for a long time. He promised Tian Jing to resume business. But the reality is that he is not Du Yuesheng and can't make tofu smooth on both sides.
After saying "Have a nice trip", Lai Yang went back to his bedroom.
Sleepy.
When a person is afraid of tomorrow, his body will become particularly sleepy. This was the case with Lai Yang, who was half asleep and half awake until noon the next day.
After getting up, I looked out the window. The city was foggy, the sky and the earth were gray, and the room was even more depressing.
He really couldn't stay there any longer, so he packed up and went to a snack bar near the Xujiahui subway station, where he had a bowl of duck blood and vermicelli soup.
Maybe it was because this thing was too congested, Lai Yang felt more and more hot inside, so he went to Jiahui Plaza. Because the weather was gloomy, there were few people in the plaza. Only a group of middle-aged and elderly people were playing ball, and Lai Yang joined them.
They were very curious. Why did this young man, who didn't have to work in the afternoon during the week, come out to play basketball
"Hey young man, what do you do for a living?"
An old man with a southern accent was asking questions while calling. When he heard that Lai Yang was a performer, the other two men in their fifties began to share their experiences.
"For this performance, you have to learn how to capture people's hearts, control the rhythm on stage, and have enough jokes, just like Guo Degang, and be down-to-earth, otherwise no one will watch it."
"That's right, you still have to find a way to get TV stations to promote you, and it would be best to get some newspapers and weekly magazines or something, and also TikTok. Promotion is very important, otherwise who would watch it?"
"Young man, you have a lot to learn. You need to be able to coordinate, analyze the market, and it would be best if you could establish relationships with some government agencies that organize performances. Do you understand?"
Lai Yang took a jump shot, sniffed and said, "Oh, the performance was done before, and my current job is related to blockchain."
"oh… "
“Blockchain…”
"Come... play ball~"
The topic was beyond the old men's understanding, and all they could do was focus on shooting.
Lai Yang smiled and memorized the story. After playing ball for a while, Wang Defa suddenly called him.
Lai Yang was shocked when he saw the remarks!
Something happened to the team recently, and they even forgot to promote their 1,000-person show...
After the call was connected, Lai Yang wanted to apologize to the other party, but as soon as the call was connected, someone on the other end cursed, "Fuck, you did it on purpose!"
This made Lai Yang choke.
"Hey, Laiyang... come to your theater, everyone wants to talk to you."