Chapter 3 She was so unlucky that she seemed to have been possessed by an evil spirit.

Autumn in Beijing is too short. It seems that after a few rains, the weather becomes gloomy. The luxury brands in the basement of China World Trade Center Phase III have to put on some fur decorations, and the handsome men and beautiful women in Sanlitun and Blue Harbor have to start wearing the latest season's long-sleeved sweatshirts.

Sun Ziyi has always referred to luxury goods and handsome men and beautiful women as the luxury decorations of Beijing. When these luxury decorations become heavy, it means that winter is coming to Beijing.

As a screenwriter and stand-up comedian, she rarely goes out. It is normal for her to go out twice a month, and those two times are when she has stand-up performances.

Last night, Shen Qingqing drove her back. After arriving home, she began to sleep. She was awakened by the sound of rain in the middle of the night and got up to close the window.

Sun Ziyi is standing at the 26 years old that Shen Qingqing mentioned, and is slowly feeling the process of rusting on his body.

Because she has been writing with her head down for many years, she is extremely sensitive to the sound of wind and smells. She will become tired when she smells bad smells, and her joints will ache when she is blown by cold wind.

She always felt that in the past three years of reducing her outings and focusing on writing at home, she had been trained by herself like a hound.

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Today, Sun Ziyi followed the app's instructions and wore only a sweater. As she left her apartment building, she sneezed, her nose filled with cold air, and her eyes turned red. Just as she was debating whether to put on more clothes, her phone rang. After unlocking it, she found a message from her Didi driver: "Hello, I've arrived at the pickup location." Then, on WeChat, it was Stella, her correspondent at a major magazine, asking, "Ziyi, where have you been?"

Sun Ziyi didn't think about adding clothes anymore. He returned to Stella for half an hour, then quickly walked to the gate of the community and got into the white car.

Last week, she accepted a last-minute interview, recommended by her friend Sasa, who works in the media. The interviewer was a major domestic magazine that was about to launch a video account and needed a screenwriter for sweet pet dramas to broaden readers' horizons. After all, sweet pet dramas have been criticized a lot in the past two years. Sun Ziyi originally wanted to refuse, but when she heard that it was anonymous, and after all, she had always had such a good relationship with Sasa, she agreed.

As Sun Ziyi entered the office building, a girl wearing a smoky pink suit and with thin legs looked at her mobile phone and then walked towards Sun Ziyi.

"Willingly?" the girl asked.

"Stella?" Sun Ziyi asked.

After matching the names, Stella put the phone in her pocket, and Sun Ziyi quickly said, "Sorry, the road is a bit congested."

"So screenwriters rarely go out in their daily lives, right?" Stella got to the point while the two were still in the lobby of the office building.

Sun Ziyi nodded. "It's true that I rarely go out, and I rarely come to the China World Trade Center. People who work in the film and television industry generally don't come here."

The two of them spotted an elevator that had opened its door and walked in quickly. Stella whispered, "Baby, you look smaller than I thought."

The word "bao" made Sun Ziyi shudder inwardly. She would indeed have to go out more and socialize in the future. She would not be able to come into contact with urban white-collar workers as a talk show host or screenwriter. As a result, she thought that the social language in Beijing was still "qin". Unexpectedly, it had become "bao". It was so friendly that she thought the other person was a mama-san. What was even more shocking was that everyone in the elevator seemed to be deaf, and no one turned their heads to say the word "bao".

Sun Ziyi was just considering what to say when Stella added, "Because during our previous phone interview, you sounded so wise, and I thought you would grow up to be very mature."

Sun Ziyi quickly said, "He's smart because he often negotiates with investors for scripts." When they heard the word "script", half of the people in the elevator turned their heads to look at him with a look of slight disdain.

China's entertainment environment is not optimistic about the profession of screenwriter.

Sun Ziyi pretended not to see it and continued speaking.

"They're probably smaller because we don't get exposed to the sun as much as we do. Look at the vampires, they have pretty good skin, don't they?"

Stella couldn't help but laugh. "You're quite funny. Does your accent make you look like you're from Northeast China?"

Sun Ziyi shook his head and said in Tianjin dialect, "Actually, I'm from Tianjin."

I don’t know who of the two was too sociable, but after getting out of the elevator, they continued walking arm in arm, their body language like two biological sisters who met too late.

Stella enthusiastically picked out a comfortable-looking meeting room for Sun Ziyi. There were only a few sofas in it, and it looked like a lounge.

Stella was a great interviewer. She asked Sun Ziyi what movies she liked, then closed the curtains in the conference room and took her to the movies. She then placed a glass of iced American coffee in front of her. "Baby, we're just having a normal chat. You can speak freely."

Sun Ziyi asked, "You will proofread it with me before publishing, right?"

Stella's eyes widened. "Of course! We take the privacy of our subjects very seriously. You have to trust our attitude!"

Sun Ziyi chose a fairy tale from the past, a film by Hayao Miyazaki from many years ago. Stella clearly had no interest in this kind of animation and kept chatting with Sun Ziyi about the story creation and what went on inside. Sun Ziyi answered all the questions without reservation. It was nothing more than some background information about the creation and the attitude towards the audience.

The interview ended two hours later. When Stella opened the curtains, she found that it was dark outside.

"Thank you for your hard work and wasting two hours of your time."

Sun Ziyi took out a candy from his pocket and handed it to her. "I've been working for a long time, so I'm sure my blood sugar will be low, so I'm used to keeping candy in my bag. You've worked hard, Stella."

Stella took the candy exaggeratedly and said, "Wow, thank you, Bao."

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After the interview, Sun Ziyi walked out of the office building alone and stood at the intersection of Guomao, waiting for the red light. Suddenly, a pink-haired girl came over, holding a handful of candied haws and said, "Sister, buy me some candied haws."

Sun Ziyi turned her head and saw the girl's pink hair, which looked very unique. She had a fear of fashion and immediately became nervous, waving her hand and saying no. But the girl kept pestering Sun Ziyi to buy something, even following her across a zebra crossing. In the end, Sun Ziyi had no choice but to buy a bunch of candied tomatoes. The pink-haired girl left contentedly, and before leaving, she said to Sun Ziyi, "Sister, if you eat anything, remember to look for me."

Sun Ziyi wanted to end the conversation quickly, so he turned around and took a taxi away.

She was sitting in the back seat of a taxi eating a candied haws, and she found a fifty-cent coin in the candied haws.

Sun Ziyi couldn't help but swear, muttering to himself, "What the hell? I found fifty cents in a candied tomato."

She suddenly remembered what the girl said, and immediately sent a message to the merchant she had just paid at the payment window, asking her, "I got fifty cents for the meal."

The taxi suddenly braked, and Sun Ziyi was almost stabbed by a bamboo stick. Before she could get angry, the driver in the front seat cursed "Damn it!"

Sun Ziyi looked outside and saw that the driver had rear-ended a ridiculously modified McLaren.

Sun Ziyi closed her eyes in despair, feeling that she had been unlucky recently, as if she had encountered an evil spirit. When she opened her eyes again, the driver of the McLaren had already gotten out of the car. This time, she was sure that she must have encountered an evil spirit. The person who got out was Xu Zecheng, who she knew.

When he saw Sun Ziyi, Xu Zecheng said happily, what a coincidence!

Sun Ziyi tried to force a smile but couldn't, saying, "Now is not the time to be happy."

Xu Zecheng glanced at the small scratch on the back of the car and said to the taxi driver, "Go ahead, I'll fix it myself." Then he turned to Sun Ziyi and said, "Yiyi, let's go have a meal!"

There were already a lot of onlookers gathered around. Sun Ziyi didn't want to be stared at like that, so he kept saying next time, next time. As a result, he stopped a car on the roadside for a long time but no one came. At this time, someone was already taking pictures of them.

Sun Ziyi made up his mind and got into Xu Zecheng's car.

She got on the car and didn't know how to greet Xu Zecheng, whom she hadn't seen for many years, when the girl selling candied haws added Sun Ziyi's WeChat, asked for Sun Ziyi's home address, and said she wanted to give Sun Ziyi a big prize. She had won the prize, but she had to pay it on delivery via SF Express on the 24th.

She told Xu Zecheng this as a joke, but Xu Zecheng asked her to spin it out of curiosity because he also wanted to see what the grand prize was.

Sun Ziyi transferred twenty-four yuan, but the other party did not reply for a long time. When she asked again, she found that the other party had blocked her.

Sun Ziyi said with a frown on his face, "You're cheating me out of even twenty-four dollars."

Xu Zecheng laughed and said, "You don't understand this. Twenty-four yuan won't file a case. If it was two thousand four, you would call the police."

Sun Ziyi leaned back in her chair, tilting her head and saying, "That's true." She was wondering when these bad days would end.

Being scammed out of twenty-four dollars is not an interesting topic of conversation.

They went to a Sichuan restaurant. The waiter came and put the menu on the table. Xu Zecheng turned the menu to Sun Ziyi. "Have you been in Beijing these years? It's been a while since I saw you in Tianjin."

Sun Ziyi nodded. "I didn't even know you were in Beijing."

Xu Zecheng's eyes and eyebrows were smiling. He was thinner than when she saw him a few years ago, with clearer features and much whiter skin than when he was eighteen or nineteen. He was now a fully grown man, like a listless boy who had shed a large layer of skin and flesh, and emerged as a brand new handsome man.

Sun Ziyi couldn't help but feel a little proud of the description in his mind, and then couldn't help laughing.

This is the biggest problem of writers, they use their imagination anytime and anywhere and cannot control themselves.

Seeing her smile, Xu Zecheng knocked on the table to draw her attention back and said, "Have you blocked my circle of friends?"

Sun Ziyi was stunned for a moment, as if it were true. But he still pretended to be calm and said, "I closed the entrance to the Moments."

"So I can't see anyone's Moments," she added.

Xu Zecheng said: I have actually wanted to have dinner with you for a long time.

Then he poured a glass of water and pushed it in front of her.

Sun Ziyi held the water cup in one hand and flipped through the menu with the other hand. "I want a spicy chicken."

She looked up at Xu Zecheng and said, "You've lost a lot of weight."

Xu Zecheng looked at Sun Ziyi carefully and said slowly, Yiyi, you seem to have gained weight?

Sun Ziyi glanced at him and smiled, his eyes narrowing like little moons. "Yes, I've gained weight. I sit all day and don't exercise much, so my face is round and dull. Tell me about you. What are you doing in Beijing?"

"My father came to Beijing and opened an educational institution and asked me to look after it."

Sun Ziyi lost the will to argue with him this time. The country is suppressing the K12 industry, and the whole world knows it. "But now the K12 industry..."

Xu Zecheng said calmly, "My father runs a golf education institution, which has nothing to do with those things."

Golf sounds expensive.

"What about you, Writer Sun?" Xu Zecheng asked, his eyes flickering, making it impossible to tell his attitude for a moment.

Sun Ziyi's left and right brains began to flash back to his two professions: stand-up comedian and screenwriter. He felt that neither sounded very reliable.

Her mind raced for a moment, and then she said, "I'll just do new media operations and help people post articles on their official accounts."

Xu Zecheng nodded. "I know. Our stadium also has new media operations. We will put our promotional content on the official WeChat account and Xiaohongshu."

Sun Ziyi took the opportunity to ask, "Then I have to pay attention to it. What is it called?"

"Give me your phone and I'll search for you."

He took out his phone and typed a few words, then handed it back to Sun Ziyi. Sun Ziyi looked at the three words "Yuan Zecheng" on it and tried hard not to laugh.

"Okay." She said obediently, then put down her phone and continued to eat seriously.

After the meal, Xu Zecheng poured out his experiences of the past few years like drying beans, and Sun Ziyi used his professional characteristics to slowly record key words in his mind as if he was in a meeting.

The first thing Sun Ziyi did when he got home was to open Xiaohongshu and start searching.

On the introduction page, Sun Ziyi quickly extracted the key information: Shunyi District, covering an area of ​​500 acres.

A bunch of handsome men and beautiful women were posting their locations. She flipped through them again and again, finally finding the price on a handsome guy who wasn't a freeloader. Six lessons for 18,000 yuan.

Sun Ziyi checked the price of his car again and then took a deep breath.

Sun Ziyi is a person with bad luck. She has been writing scripts for so many years, but the works that have been broadcast have not even been signed by her. Now she has become a third-rate screenwriter. Not to mention that she can't even survive with talk shows, her social security is on the verge of being cut off. After meeting Xu Zecheng, she even came up with a new idea. What if Xu Zecheng became her investor? Could she decide what to write in the script?

This thought was circling in her mind when the light in the bedroom suddenly flashed twice. She looked up and saw a small floor lamp from IKEA that cost 198 yuan. It was surrounded by some black smoke, which was the charred corpse of the small insects that had hit it.

She leaned over and felt a surge of empathy. If she spent a few more years like this in Beijing, when her classmates back home had all gotten married, had children, and had some savings, would she, still in Beijing, end up just being a worldly-wise, fire-fighting corpse?

She felt a chill down her spine and wanted to send a message to Xu Zecheng to tell him that she had arrived home. Even if it wasn't a romantic flattery, it could be a polite greeting from an ordinary person to capital.

She picked up the phone and was about to dial out when it suddenly rang. It turned out to be Sasa on the other end.

Sasa said with tears in her eyes, "I want to jump off the building. Please come to me quickly, please."