Ai Yuanyuan stood next to Mr. Wang, holding a glass of wine and downing it without saying a word. Her eyebrows furrowed in discomfort for a moment, but turned into a smile in the blink of an eye.
Guo Mingli saw that her face was filled with deep thought, and he lowered his voice and asked, "Did you see that? If you want to change your previous situation of being stuck in the center of the earth, you have to make up your mind to accept what you don't want to accept. Whatever you are thinking about now, just press
What to do."
Zhong Jiuyin: "I'm thinking, sure enough, there may be no reason for people to be popular, but there must be reasons not to be popular."
Guo Mingli: "..."
What I want is a fucking guide to action. What’s the point of having a review in your head?!
He quite hated the fact that iron cannot become steel, so he demonstrated it himself, holding a glass of wine while trying to establish relationships.
He is quite positive, and those who don't know it would think that he is really focused on the development of his own artists.
Zhong Jiuyin sipped his wine by himself, thinking slowly about which day would be an auspicious day so that he could find a more capable agent.
…
There was a breeze blowing in from outside the flower wall. She changed her position and sat, holding the cup and facing Yan Cheng. Like an uncle, she drank honey water and felt the summer evening breeze.
"Please give Table Nine a glass of honey grape juice."
The flesh color of the wound is actually very similar to the skin color, but just like using a few new strokes of the same color paint on a canvas, the one percent difference is still very obvious.
Then asked again: "Are you coming out for some air too?"
He looked up and met Zhong Jiuyin's bright eyes.
He decided to just talk about meaningless everyday issues so that she wouldn't have to give some caveman answers.
Zhong Jiuyin stayed where he was, and after a while he followed the waiter to table nine.
What kind of "ignorant human being who has just entered the big city" are you playing?
Yan Cheng didn't respond, just pressed the table bell and ordered another drink.
Yan Cheng looked at her face and asked: "May I ask, where did these wounds... come from?"
"Fortunately, there's nothing I can't say. You can tell where this wound came from just by looking at it, right? It was probably scratched with a knife." Zhong Jiuyin took a sip of honey water, put down the cup and said casually.
Zhong Jiuyin was overcome by the coldness as soon as he held it. He narrowed his eyes slightly and let out a comfortable sigh.
Zhong Jiuyin turned his head and said "Ah" before reacting and flipping his wrist to expose the skin to the light.
"Your wrist," he suddenly said, "during the show during the day, I accidentally touched a few raised marks. Are they wounds?"
There is a very long terrace on the second floor of the clubhouse, with a half-person-high wall and a flower wall for shelter, making it well-hidden.
Yan Cheng lowered the brim of his hat and walked to the innermost part of the terrace to sit down and rest.
Sister Xu was used to cooperating with him. At this time, there was nothing serious to discuss at the dinner table. She was just waiting for Mr. Wang and the director to get drunk enough to calm down so that they could be carried back to the hotel.
Yan Cheng replied "Thank you" and pinched the ears of the cup with his fingers to drink. However, he found that there was someone standing next to him within sight, not moving.
For a short period of time, this space became quiet.
The posture looks quite relaxed, and there is a halo of light around the edges of the auricles, making it difficult to see clearly.
She spread her hands: "Because I forgot too."
There is a small table for two people under the flower wall, and behind the narrow bar there is a waiter operating a softly buzzing juicer, providing drinks to some drunk people who want to relieve their discomfort.
"You mean this? It's a wound."
He put down the cup and added thoughtfully: "Of course, if you don't want to talk about this, you don't have to say it."
"...Why are you here? Looking for me?" He put the cup down without drinking.
The games during the day exhausted too much energy, and I had been drinking and socializing in the private room just now. It was rare for me to calm down, and I felt the exhaustion and trance coming over me.
The juice glass was gently placed on table No. 9. The waiter's mind turned away, and he endured the excitement of seeing his idol and said "use it with caution".
Zhong Jiuyin came out to use the restroom. After finishing her work, she happened to go to the bar and heard the table bell being set.
The atmosphere in the private room was a little looser. The director and several other middle-aged men were drunk and dizzy, chatting loudly about industry topics as if no one else was around, and they kept smoking.
The mask wrapped around his lips and nose, and he felt a little breathless now that he was used to it. He hooked his finger on one ear, and the mask hung in the air and swayed, half of his face exposed.
"I guess?" Yan Cheng frowned and stared into her eyes.
She didn't answer the question. She poked the wall of the cup with her index finger and asked, "It smells a bit fragrant. Does it taste good?"
After she finished speaking, she yawned and raised her hand to cover her mouth. It seemed that she didn't take the wounds seriously.
Glancing at the cup from this angle, Yan Cheng could easily see a few more scars on her wrists.
After three rounds of drinking, all the socializing that needed to be done was done. This scene was not that important. Three investors left early, and only Mr. Wang remained.
The lingering smell of smoke was disturbing, so Yan Cheng went out to get some fresh air.
The waiter looked back at her several times. If he hadn't known that she was a famous celebrity on the Internet in the past two months, he would have thought that she was a follower with ulterior motives.
They were not familiar with each other and had nothing in common. No one took the initiative to initiate a conversation, so they could only stay quiet and be strangers sharing a temporary table.
Yan Cheng picked up the cup again, lowered his eyes and drank the sweet and sour honey grape water to relieve hangover.
Zhong Jiuyin really had nothing to show for herself. She held her chin and nodded casually with a "hmm", her eyes wandering aimlessly.
When he raised his hand to press the bell for coffee, his lowered eyelashes merged together, as if he was concentrating with his eyes closed, but his magnetic voice was clear and steady.
The person in front of him didn't speak, looking at the flower wall in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking. The noise in the club was weakened layer by layer by the wall and door panels, and only a vague muffled sound was heard when it reached the terrace. On the contrary, it was downstairs in the club, when pedestrians passed by.
Bringing about a loud conversation.
So he could go out to get some fresh air for half an hour, wait for Sister Xu to call him, then just grab his things and leave.
The voice was easy to identify. She turned her head and looked along the long and narrow terrace, and saw the figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist under a single lamp.
Zhong Jiuyin pulled away the chair opposite the small round table, sat down and continued to look at him with her chin propped up.
There was no exchange of glances or any further questions. Yan Cheng paused and did not answer.
The waiter brought a second glass of honey grape juice. Two or three ice cubes were added to the purple liquid, and a few drops of water appeared on the wall of the glass.
The wine he drank did not make him drunk. In fact, the wine was more like a relaxing drink, and a little drunkenness made him more casual.
"...Because of the car accident?"
"Yes," she held her chin again and spoke slowly and slowly, "I told you, it was a serious car accident."
...so serious that it really brings you back to the time when you were just a human?
Her reaction was really a bit strange, so Yan Cheng asked a few more questions: "Then you haven't thought about finding out? It can make you do things that hurt yourself, and what happened should be more serious."
Zhong Jiuyin: "Ang, I know this. Someone is messing with me. They pressed my head so that I couldn't get up. I gradually lost hope and went crazy. Then I was under too much mental pressure and thought of a different idea. I felt that I couldn't face the Jiangdong elders, so I planned to kill myself.
Ascend to heaven and fight again.”
Yan Cheng: "...It's like telling someone else's story."