Things happen for a reason, just like her two fathers who stayed together for a lifetime...

In the following week, Wen Zichuan let go of his psychological burden and devoted himself to the training.

In the final exam, he gave the most perfect performance since the training, but at the end, he deliberately mispronounced a line and made a "major mistake".

Under the watchful eyes of the public, Mu Cen could not be partial, so the valuable equipment naturally went to another company.

Rather than the equipment, he cared more about the set of course notes he had compiled. He planned to scan them after returning and send a copy to Xu Jiaxuan.

After checking out of the hotel, Wen Zichuan carried his suitcase and went to say goodbye to Mu Cen.

"Teacher Mu Cen, I will be leaving Dengyuan today. Thank you for your guidance and care."

"You're still so distant." Mu Cen remained gentle and kind, without the slightest air of a senior. "Although you politely declined the reward for the final exam in your own way, I admire you very much."

Wen Zichuan said calmly: "Thank you, I will continue to work hard."

"Zichuan, you've been in this industry for quite a while, at least longer than the other students, right?"

"Um."

"You know, the dubbing industry is currently experiencing a period of transition. Whether it's me, Anjie, Zheng Tu, or platforms like Second Voice, we all want to cultivate new talent. With your talent and hard work, you won't be buried. Even though you're reluctant to join the National Chinese Voice Society, I still hope we can work together again."

To a certain extent, Mu Cen has remained true to his original intention. Not to mention that Wen Zichuan will have to pay a huge penalty if he leaves the Second Sound, just because Guo Huayin Society is in the imperial capital and Cheng Sizhou is in Dengyuan, it is impossible for him to abandon him and go north alone.

"Me too. I hope I can have the opportunity to work with you again." Wen Zichuan suddenly remembered something and took out a poster he had prepared. It was an artistic photo that Mu Cen had taken a while ago. He looked quite elegant and handsome in the photo. "Do you know Pinot?"

"Pinault? I have some impression, but I can't remember it."

"She is the screenwriter of 'The Song of Hao Xue Xing Ge' and also your fan."

"Really? Then she's pretty amazing."

"Would you please sign it for her? She'll be very happy to receive it."

"sure."

Mu Cen picked up the pen and specifically confirmed with Wen Zichuan which characters "Pinot" would be. Since it was a gift specifically for fans, a To signature would certainly be more appropriate.

"alright."

Wen Zichuan picked up the poster and saw the words: "To Pinot: Good health and a successful career. Mu Cen."

The two blessings were plain and unremarkable, not quite matching his talent, but the words were written with great sincerity.

He thanked me and put away the poster: "Then I won't bother you anymore, Teacher Mu Cen, goodbye."

Mu Cen smiled and waved to him: "Goodbye, Teacher Wen."

He didn't feel it when he was at the Guohua Music Society, but once he walked out of the building and basked in the sunshine, Wen Zichuan's heart began to jump with joy.

The autumn in the capital is so beautiful. The sky is clear blue and the air is fresh and dry. Unfortunately, he is so overwhelmed by the desire to go home that he can't spare any more attention to appreciate the scenery.

"Brother Zhou, I'm on my way back." He sent a message to Cheng Sizhou.

"The hot water is already boiling at home."

"Huh? Are you cooking?"

"Of course I'll skin myself and clean myself, waiting for you to enjoy."

Cheng Sizhou has many Shiba Inu expressions, and there is one after each sentence, either wagging the tail or blinking the eyes, which made Wen Zichuan almost laugh out loud on the train.

He held his phone, closed his eyes and rested, thinking back on the past two weeks, it felt like a dream.

The training was tough but fruitful. The appearance of Liu Shixing made him sad, but it also prompted him and Cheng Sizhou to confirm their feelings for each other.

Just like good eggs and bad eggs are always put in the same basket, you can only pick out the good ones and throw away the bad ones if you get the basket first.

It was almost dusk when the train arrived at the station. Wen Zichuan was pushing his suitcase out of the station when his cell phone suddenly rang.

"Teacher Wen...Teacher Wen, are you free now? Can you come to the First Hospital?" Chen Yilan spoke quickly and urgently. "Pinotte fainted when she got off the plane. The emergency ambulance took her to the hospital. I'm on my way there, but I'm worried we don't have enough manpower. If you're free, could you come and help? I couldn't get through to Huang Yun, and Su Zhuo is confused, so I'm worried."

"Okay, don't worry, I'll be there soon."

"Okay, okay, thank you. I'll treat you to dinner later."

Wen Zichuan looked at the suitcase and saw the poster signed by Mu Cen neatly placed inside. He was going to give it to Pinault to thank her for taking the time out of her busy schedule to discuss the script with him.

His mother had been hospitalized when she was sick before, and having a male family member by her side made many things that required effort more convenient. No wonder Chen Yilan thought of Huang Yun and Su Zhuo first, and then him.

But doesn't Pinot have family members in Dengyuan? Why are colleagues helping to take care of him?

The hospital was still as busy as usual. Wen Zichuan thought of the last time he came here to get an IV drip, and also thought that Cheng Sizhou's parents both worked here, and he felt a little scared.

Forget it, Pinot’s matter is more important.

He put aside all distractions and found the ward according to the message sent by Chen Yilan.

"I really didn't mean it. It was just a special situation! If I could go back, why wouldn't I? No, it's not what you think! Okay, okay, enough. I've already refunded my train tickets, and I can't buy new ones. You guys take care of yourselves at home. I'll send some money back when I'm free, okay?"

When Wen Zichuan arrived, Chen Yilan had just hung up the phone.

He roughly heard the general idea that the National Day holiday would start tomorrow and Pinault's condition might not be very good, which led her to cancel her plan to go home.

"What's wrong with Pinot?" Wen Zichuan saw the girl sleeping quietly, with the ventilator at her mouth and nose covering half of her face.

"Congenital heart disease." Chen Yilan stood by the bed, his brows furrowed. "I heard her mention it once. She said she had surgery when she was a child. It was conservative treatment. The doctor strictly prohibited her from being exhausted and overly emotional."

Wen Zichuan recalled that they had spoken on the phone half a month ago, and Pinot smiled and said that everything was normal when they were chasing stars together.

"She asked for leave to go back to her hometown... Did something happen at home?"

"Her father passed away," Chen Yilan bit her lip, "her two fathers."

...Two fathers?!

It was not difficult for Wen Zichuan to guess that the "two fathers" should refer to a homosexual couple.

Homosexual couples cannot have children, so Pinault might not be their biological child?

"One died of illness, and the other committed suicide for love. She must be very sad." Chen Yilan confirmed his guess.

"What a pity." Wen Zichuan didn't know why, but suddenly a strong sense of sadness surged up in him. "I hope she can get better soon."

The medical equipment made a slight sound, and Chen Yilan looked at the jumping numbers on it: "The doctor said that fortunately, the blood oxygen level has stabilized, but he needs to remain in the hospital for observation. Thank you for coming here, Teacher Wen."

"It's okay, we're all colleagues." Hearing her say that, Wen Zichuan breathed a sigh of relief. "I live not far from here. If there's anything else I can help you with, just let me know."

"I came directly from the company and didn't have time to pack anything. If it's convenient, could you help me stay with me for a few hours? I'm going back to hand over my work now, then pack my things and try to be back before midnight."

No matter how much of a "iron-blooded lady" Chen Yilan is, she still has basic living needs. Moreover, in order to prevent the long vacation from delaying her work progress, she must arrange everything before she can feel at ease.

"You don't have to rush me. I can stay here all night. You can get some rest and come and take my place tomorrow morning."

"Really? Tomorrow is National Day, don't you have any plans?"

Wen Zichuan wanted to arrange it, but he was now deeply in debt and didn't even dare to think about going out to play: "I just came back from the imperial capital and want to rest for a few days first. It's okay, I'll be there, you go quickly."

Chen Yilan nodded, reminded him of the precautions, and then left in a hurry.

If you can't go home on time, you have to tell your family.

Wen Zichuan sent a message to Cheng Sizhou, saying that he would help take care of him in the hospital for one night and would be back the next morning. He felt bad about his kindness in "skinning and cleaning him clean".

Cheng Sizhou called back immediately: "Why did you agree so readily? You've been working non-stop for more than ten days, aren't you tired? Well, let me take your place. You go get your luggage and rest for a while."

Before Wen Zichuan could refuse, the sound of a door closing and locking came from the other end of the receiver. It sounded like he had been squatting at the door waiting for someone. He left in the blink of an eye.

"Don't you want to come to the hospital?"

"I don't want to go to the hospital, but I miss you."

Wen Zichuan held up his phone, not knowing which was hotter, the phone itself or his face. "I'll send you the ward number. You should be able to find it, right?"

Cheng Sizhou laughed and said, "Forget about the wards. I even know how many rat holes there are in a hospital!"

Five minutes later, he arrived.

Seeing that Wen Zichuan returned safely and did not mention Liu Shixing again, Cheng Sizhou temporarily put his heart at ease.

"Here, juice, freshly squeezed."

Wen Zichuan took the cup and unscrewed it, drinking while telling him about Pinot's condition. Cheng Sizhou told him not to worry too much, saying that cardiac surgery technology is developing very fast. What was incurable before does not mean it cannot be cured now. Moreover, Dengyuan First Hospital is almost the highest level in the country in this regard. If the doctor says she is fine, then she must be fine.

"She's quite pitiful. She has no family or friends." Wen Zichuan drank the last half of the glass in one breath and said sympathetically.

"Why don't you care about me like this?" Cheng Sizhou opened a pack of tissues and wiped the fruit puree on the corner of his mouth.

"Why not? When you injured your hand, I didn't sleep well the whole night." Wen Zichuan argued.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore," Cheng Sizhou deliberately leaned over and sniffed, "You've been out there for so long, your smell has changed. Go back and take a shower before coming back."

"No way." Wen Zichuan also sniffed himself, "What smell is there?"

"Hurry up, my little ancestor. It will only take a moment."

"Half an hour, just half an hour, okay?" Wen Zichuan approached, staring at him without blinking, "It feels like I haven't seen you for a long time, can you let me see you for another half an hour?"

Cheng Sizhou's heart softened, and he pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly.

Wen Zichuan knew that with so many people coming and going in the hospital, there were countless eyes staring at him. He didn't dare to be greedy, and after a brief hug, he let him go.

"Pinault will wake up soon and laugh at us."

"What hasn't he seen as a screenwriter teacher?"

Hearing him say this, Wen Zichuan's mind suddenly flashed with the story of Pinault's father. Although they both passed away, they stayed together for their entire lives.

I wonder if he and Brother Zhou can be like them, growing old together and never leaving each other.