Chapter 4
Yin Mu struggled for a long time and finally made the final decision. He wrote the card in less than a minute. When he went out to deliver the card, coincidentally, he ran into Zhou Jingyu again.
Zhou Jingyu smiled faintly and raised the card in her hand: "You've finished writing too."
Yin Mu responded calmly: "Yeah."
"Who did you write it to?"
Yin Mu held the card above the mailbox, then let it fall freely into the mailbox. "You'll know tomorrow."
"If you don't want to talk about it, forget it."
Yin Mu curled his lips: "I'm going to sleep, good night."
"good evening."
The two turned their backs and were about to go back to their rooms when Zheng Wei opened the door and came out in her pajamas: "Huh? You guys finished writing so early?"
Zhou Jingyu smiled and said, "Finish writing early and rest early."
Perhaps it was because Zhou Jingyu and Zhang Yang's flirting with each other that Zheng Wei felt a sense of crisis, but her attitude towards her wasn't exactly warm. She simply nodded, "Oh."
The three of them said good night to each other, each with their own thoughts, and left the living room.
For Yin Mu, who was used to staying up late, it was still early and she had no desire to sleep. She tossed and turned in bed, becoming increasingly restless. She suddenly remembered a book she had read that said a sleep expert believed that if you can't fall asleep in bed for 20 minutes, you should get up, so as not to associate bed with insomnia.
Since there was nothing else to do, Yin Mu decided to give it a try.
She got up and walked to the window, opened the curtains a little, and saw the water in the swimming pool shimmering in the moonlight. She suddenly felt a little excited, so she simply took out a thin long coat and put it on, then quietly left the room, intending to sit by the swimming pool, feel the night breeze, and then come back to continue sleeping.
Although it was late at night, the wind still carried a hint of warmth. Yin Mu stretched by the pool, made sure the folding chair was clean, and sat down with confidence.
It was very quiet, and only the intermittent chirping of crickets could be heard, like a piece of music without any melody.
Yin Mu slid down the chair, stretched out his legs, and closed his eyes comfortably.
Yes, this is comfortable. It would be great if it could be like this every day.
However, the good times did not last long. Yin Mu had not been there for long when she heard a very light sound of footsteps behind her. The sound was particularly clear in the quiet environment. She was startled and immediately opened her eyes, stood up and looked back.
All the outdoor lights were turned off, and only the underwater lights in the swimming pool still had a faint glow. Yin Mu couldn't see the face of the person who came, but based on his hairstyle, he easily recognized that the person was Chen Qinglin.
Chen Qinglin didn't expect a head to suddenly pop up from behind the chair. He was startled and asked cautiously, "Who?"
Yin Mu said awkwardly: "It's me, Yin Mu."
Chen Qinglin breathed a sigh of relief, walked towards her and asked, "Why are you here?"
"I couldn't sleep, so I came out to get some fresh air."
Chen Qinglin sat down on a folding chair across from her and replied calmly, "Oh."
"What about you? You can't sleep either?"
Chen Qinglin nodded: "Well, I usually go to bed late."
"Oh, it's the nature of the work." Yin Mu understood and asked curiously, "Do you often have to work late at night when filming? I often see actors say in interviews that they shoot until two or three in the morning and have to get up again at five or six to start work. Is that true?"
"It happens sometimes."
"That's really hard work, even worse than mine. At least I can catch up on sleep during the day." Yin Mu said, then changed the subject, "But considering your income, this intensity is nothing. It's only ordinary people like us who are miserable."
Chen Qinglin was silent for two seconds, then said self-deprecatingly, "I'm not the kind of celebrity you're talking about. When I was the poorest, I lived on instant noodles every day."
Yin Mu didn't believe it at all: "You must be lying."
Chen Qinglin remained noncommittal: "This world isn't as glamorous as you imagine. There are many people who live miserable lives."
"Eh--" Yin Mu remembered that Chen Qinglin said that he was signed with Xingchen Entertainment, and judging from Zhou Jingyu's reaction, Xingchen Entertainment was a very good company, but Chen Qinglin also said in person that he could only act in bad movies, so what went wrong?
Yin Mu couldn't figure it out, so he asked cautiously, "Why don't you have any resources? Is it because your acting is too bad?"
Chen Qinglin scoffed, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm a professional. Although I can't compare to those seniors, I joined the school drama club when I was still in school. I played the leading role in the graduation play and was well received by the instructors."
There was a hint of arrogance in his words, which surprised Yin Mu: "Then why is it..."
She didn't say anything else and swallowed back the somewhat hurtful words "have fallen to this point".
But Chen Qinglin obviously guessed what she was going to say, and said lightly: "That's why I said things are complicated."
"How complicated is it? Anyway, I have nothing to do, so tell me about it." Yin Mu looked at him with his palms supporting his face and said jokingly, "Why, are you worried that I will spread rumors everywhere?"
Chen Qinglin didn't give her any face and admitted without hesitation: "Worried."
“…”
"Besides—" Chen Qinglin pointed with his finger, "Didn't you notice that the camera over there is always live broadcasting?"
Yin Mu was shocked and looked in the direction of his finger. Sure enough, she saw a small red dot flashing evilly. She had not noticed it at all.
"Isn't this thing ever turned off at night?!"
Chen Qinglin laughed and asked, "Do you know what 24-hour live broadcast means?"
Yin Mu held his forehead silently, supported himself with the help of the armrest, and stood up, saying goodbye to him simply: "I'm leaving, good night." Then he started to walk away.
Chen Qinglin didn't even turn around, and lazily raised his hand to respond: "Good night."
There were still some netizens in the live broadcast room who hadn't slept yet, and they posted a few comments here and there.
[Damn it! I can’t hear what you said!]
[The production team is deducting chicken legs! They let us watch but not hear, what's the point!]
What tacit understanding brought the two of you together here?
[Yo yo yo, pool party, who got it? It's me!]
[Okay, Miss Zhou Jingyu, I'm sorry, I'm going to stand on this pair now.]
…
Yin Mu was thinking about the little red dot and felt like a thorn in her back. She didn't know that netizens couldn't hear their conversation, and she tried hard to recall whether she had said anything she shouldn't have.
She lay in bed, her mind racing for a long time, and she came to the conclusion, unsure if it was true. It seemed like maybe it wasn't true, but if it was over-interpreted...
Ahhh, this is so troublesome. Yin Mu scratched her hair, turned over suddenly, and looked at the window again. Unfortunately, from her angle, she couldn't see the seat where they had just sat, and she couldn't be sure whether Chen Qinglin was still there.
Yin Mu lay on the windowsill, thinking about Chen Qinglin's words, and became more and more interested in him, but not emotional interest, but interest in him as a person.
There must be some secret about him, Yin Mu was so sure. Then another thought came to him: why not treat these people as his own subjects of observation? Observe their behavior and personality more, maybe you can get some creative inspiration from them.
Since he couldn't take over the original owner's live broadcast "career", continuing with his old job was also a good choice. After all, people have to eat.
Thinking of this, Yin Mu felt a lot more relaxed instantly, with a sense of clarity as if he had suddenly found his goal, and he closed his eyelids firmly.
After a dreamless night, Yin Mu was awakened by the chirping of birds outside the window. He opened his sleepy eyes, stretched his limbs, squirmed his body and stretched out lazily.
His stomach growled twice at an inopportune moment. Yin Mu put his hand on it and struggled in bed for a long time before washing, changing clothes, and going downstairs for breakfast.
It wasn't even eight o'clock yet, and the restaurant downstairs was completely silent. Only Zhou Jingyu, who advocated early to bed and early to rise, was eating breakfast alone. Her breakfast was also extremely simple: just a cup of black coffee and a boiled egg.
"morning."
"Good morning." Zhou Jingyu smiled slightly. "I didn't know when you would get up, so I only prepared one portion."
"It's okay, I can do it myself." Yin Mu replied casually, "Everyone has different work and rest habits, just take care of yourself."
"Yeah, we're all adults now, we can take care of ourselves."
Yin Mu's breakfast was always very casual. She didn't bother to think about nutrition or anything like that. The most important thing was to fill her stomach. She looked at the food in the refrigerator, took two slices of bread and put them in the toaster. She also poured herself a large glass of milk. Worried that she wouldn't be full, she prepared to add an omelet.
Just as she was drinking milk and frying eggs, Zhang Yang yawned into the restaurant, greeted Zhou Jingyu, and went into the kitchen to find something to eat.
Yin Mu had heard his voice a long time ago, but was too lazy to pay attention and just flipped his fried egg.
Zhang Yang asked, "Are you frying eggs? They smell so good."
Yin Mu responded coldly: "Yeah."
Zhang Yang seemed oblivious to her prevarication and began to lecture her, "Boiled eggs are better for breakfast; they're more nutritious." Catching a glimpse of the bread popping out, he added, "It's best not to toast it, either. You're being so unrefined."
Yin Mu rolled his eyes, scooped out the eggs, and placed them with the toasted bread. He tilted his head and said provocatively, "I like to eat it this way. Is this illegal?"
"What are you talking about? I'm doing this for your own good."
Yin Mu raised the corner of her mouth: "Thank you, but it's not necessary." She tilted her head, signaling Zhang Yang not to block her way, then took the plate in one hand and the milk in the other, and left in a leisurely manner.
【Ah, Yin Mu, well done! 】
[I really can't stand this Zhang Yang. Why is he so nosy?]
[I declare that Zhang Yang is currently the guest I hate the most.]
[The smell of preaching is really killing me. ]
[I really hope Chen Qinglin is here too, so we can combine our swords to attack Zhang Yang.]
…
After everyone had breakfast, Meng Meng came to the villa with the heart-warming cards collected in the mailbox, planning to announce today's date schedule.
First time is second time, and Meng Meng was much more comfortable this time. He held up the card in his hand and said, "Dear guests, our process today is as follows. I will read the contents of the card one by one. The guests who successfully choose each other can go out on a date alone. Those who don't choose each other will unfortunately have to stay in the villa. Do you understand?"
Seeing everyone nodding, she opened the first card and said, "This card is for Zhang Yang. It says—You promised to guide me in fitness. Don't break your promise."
The direction couldn't be clearer, and several people looked at Zheng Wei. Zheng Wei didn't dodge or evade, but raised her hand confidently: "I wrote this card." After saying this, she looked at Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang avoided her gaze.
Zheng Wei was stunned.
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