Chapter 49 Chapter 49 There is a long way to go.
After searching extensively online, Liu Jingheng found a scammer and searched directly for "short video actor assistant". A bunch of job openings came up, and he applied for each one.
Most of them were read but not replied, and only one company asked for his resume.
Liu Jingheng had an interview appointment with someone. When the person in charge saw him, he didn't even look at him and said:
"Our internship is three months long, with a base salary of 2,000 plus 300 for perfect attendance. After becoming a regular employee, we'll have five social insurances, plus food allowance, car allowance, housing allowance, and performance bonuses, bringing the base salary up to 6,000. Don't you think that's a problem?"
Liu Jingheng had never worked a proper job, only a part-time job at a convenience store. He didn't quite understand what an internship period or performance evaluation was, but he thought that as long as he could hold on for three months, he could earn 6,000 yuan a month and also receive commissions from the male lead.
He counted on his fingers and muttered to himself.
The person in charge laughed when he saw how stupid he was.
With this bunch of unknown actors, they only get a few roles throughout the year, so hiring an assistant would be a waste.
However, as long as there is the term "commission", this idiot can be fooled into giving rewards and purchasing the short drama at his own expense. When the salary is settled, he can be deducted a sum of money from it on any pretext. He only needs to pay 1,800 yuan a month to get a steady income. It is a business that is sure to make money.
Liu Jingheng finally finished:
"Okay, when will I start?"
The person in charge stood up:
"Right now, go to the set and meet the actor you'll be responsible for, Gu Chengfeng. Just coordinate with him on the specific tasks."
The person in charge smiled obscenely:
"He's the hottest new star in our company right now. Uncle sees you have a kind face and loves you like his own child, so I'm giving you the best resources. Don't forget uncle when you become successful."
Liu Jingheng: "Okay."
According to the address given by the person in charge, Liu Jingheng took a taxi for 60 yuan to go to the set.
His heart was beating fast. Just as he entered the house, a figure flashed outside the door, looking around three times, and followed him into the set like a thief.
Then he hid in a deserted place and took out his cell phone to make a call: "Boss Qin, Jingjing has entered the set. I'll ask about the actors he will be responsible for."
Qin Du's cold voice came from the other end of the phone:
"Well, feel free to contact me if you have any questions."
Liu Jingheng was like a headless fly, wandering around the busy set for a long time, and slowly took out Gu Chengfeng's photos and compared them one by one.
Liu Jingheng: ...
It feels like everyone is Gu Cheng-style, and yet no one is Gu Cheng-style.
He is not face-blind, it's just that these actors are all templates from the same plastic surgery hospital, they are all very similar and difficult to distinguish.
Liu Jingheng looked around and saw a young man who looked the most idle in the corner.
He walked over with the photo and asked in a low voice:
"Hello, do you know Gu Chengfeng?"
The man was dressed in a suit and looked quite noble. Hearing Liu Jingheng's question, he crumpled the coffee cup in his hand and said with a sarcastic smile:
"Did the factory staff forget to put glasses on you when you got off the conveyor belt?"
Liu Jingheng pointed at her eyes and said seriously, "I haven't forgotten. They're right here."
The man laughed angrily and threw the coffee cup in his hand away:
"You idiot, remember this! From today on, I am your master. You must obey my orders and be on call 24 hours a day."
Liu Jingheng scratched his head and asked:
"Then, what about Gu Chengfeng?"
The man was stunned for a while, then slowly raised his head. His gaze was as sharp as a knife, cutting Liu Jingheng with each stroke.
A transparent protective shield appeared around Liu Jingheng's body, rebounding all the incoming knives.
He bent down and asked again, "Is my voice too soft for you to hear clearly? Then let me ask again, what should we do about Gu Chengfeng?"
Later, the man flew into a rage, threw his phone in anger, and cursed Liu Jingheng. Only then did Liu Jingheng reluctantly realize that the seemingly idle man in front of her was the actor Gu Chengfeng he was responsible for.
Liu Jingheng held up her phone to Gu Chengfeng's face and compared them over and over again.
It doesn't look like it.
At this time, Rilon Group.
Qin Du had just finished an important meeting and before he even left the conference room, he asked his secretary to bring him his cell phone.
There were several missed calls and messages from Uncle Li on the screen.
[Mr. Qin, I found out that the actor Jingjing is in charge of is named Gu Chengfeng, 25 years old. He used to be a small internet celebrity with millions of fans. He became famous by covering songs, and later entered the short drama industry. Due to the failure of plastic surgery and poor acting skills, he has never made a splash.
Although he lacks ability, he has a bad temper. In just ten minutes, he had already called Jingjing a fool five times.
Qin Du was walking and reading text messages, and casually searched for "Gu Cheng style".
When searching for him, the first few results are all negative news, such as he is incompetent, but he claims to have millions of fans and is a reserve for top stars, he is a big shot, and so on.
Qin Du sat in front of the computer, picked up the file casually, hesitated for a moment and put it back, then opened the computer and searched for "Gu Chengfeng's works".
After looking for a long time, he raised his hand to cover his lips and yawned quietly.
He has watched six episodes of the exciting drama starring Gu Chengfeng, but every time Gu Chengfeng and the second male lead stand together, he still finds it difficult to match their names and faces.
Speaking of acting...
Qin Du concluded: The short drama world has its own Liu Jingheng.
At this time, on the set.
Liu Jingheng squatted beside Gu Chengfeng, confused.
It’s not that Gu Chengfeng is the actor with the best resources in the company, but it’s almost dark and he hasn’t started filming yet.
Gu Chengfeng looked down at the message from his boss:
"You don't have a script right now, so watch and learn from the successful actors at the company. Improve your shitty acting skills, otherwise you'll never get a script until you die."
Gu Chengfeng slammed his phone on the table, his eyes blazing with anger.
He urgently needs to vent now.
His gaze turned and fell on Liu Jingheng.
"You." He pointed at Liu Jingheng with arrogance on his face, "Go buy me a cup of coffee."
Liu Jingheng stood up and tapped her numb legs: "What coffee?"
"Remember this, I only drink Sumida River's hand-ground coffee, no sugar, only evaporated milk."
Liu Jingheng asked again: "Where can I buy it?"
"What the hell is on your mind? Can't you check it yourself? You're an idiot."
Liu Jingheng: "My brain is made up of gray matter, white matter, neuraminic acid, and water."
Seeing him explaining seriously, Gu Chengfeng took a deep breath and felt sick to his stomach.
I was about to vomit and wanted to kick him, but there were so many people at the scene.
After a while, Gu Chengfeng swallowed his anger and waved his hands impatiently:
"Get lost! I won't see any coffee today, and forget about your fucking salary."
Liu Jingheng: "Oh."
Liu Jingheng made good use of search and found that the nearest shop selling Sumida River hand-ground coffee was in the city center 40 kilometers away.
He got in a taxi and specifically asked the driver for an invoice for reimbursement.
By the time we arrived at the city center, it was already dark.
When I took a taxi back to the set, it was already deserted.
He called the person in charge to ask for Gu Chengfeng's address, and then took a taxi thirty or forty kilometers away.
At that time, it was nine o'clock in the evening.
Liu Jingheng found Gu Chengfeng's house after a lot of searching and knocked on the door:
"Hello actor, I bought coffee."
The door was flung open, and Gu Chengfeng jumped out with a furious look on his face. He snatched the coffee from his hand and threw it to the ground.
"Get lost! It takes four hours to buy a cup of coffee. Even a snail is faster than you. Get lost!"
The door slammed shut. Liu Jingheng stared at the door in silence for a while, then squatted down and picked up the coffee cup from the ground.
Half of the coffee was spilled, and the corridor was filled with the rich aroma of coffee.
Liu Jingheng took off her coat, wiped the coffee off the floor, and finally went downstairs carrying half a cup of coffee.
While waiting for the bus, he opened the coffee, took a sip, and immediately frowned.
Very bitter, like Chinese medicine.
He walked to the trash can with the coffee, stretched out his hand, thought for a moment, and then retracted it.
waste.
*
At this time, in the Qin family study.
Qin Du held his forehead with one hand, and a faint blue hue appeared in his tightly closed eyes.
These days, he hardly had a good night's sleep because of Liu Jingheng's life plan.
There is not much work today and the company has entered the off-season. I should have a good rest, but it is ten o'clock and I am still sitting at the desk, looking out the window frequently.
We agreed to get off work at five o'clock, but Liu Jingheng hasn't come back yet.
The smart home calculated Qin Du's recent rest patterns, reminding him again and again that he needed to have a good rest today, dimming the lights for him, and being woken up by him repeatedly.
The Qin family's house was so quiet at night that you could hear a pin drop.
“Beep beep—”
In the darkness, there was suddenly an extremely subtle electronic sound, almost inaudible.
Qin Du suddenly opened his eyes, picked up the empty water cup and went downstairs.
The wall lamp at the entrance downstairs was specially left for Liu Jingheng.
Under the dim light, Liu Jingheng held her coat in one hand and a dirty paper bag in the other, which was wet and leaking.
Qin Du took a sip of water, and the dim environment obscured his furrowed brows.
"Just got back." He whispered.
Liu Jingheng nodded, cleared her throat meaningfully, and handed over the coffee.
He couldn't bear to throw it away, thinking it was a waste, but he also didn't want to suffer the consequences, so he came up with an idea to make a gift to the farmer, which would not only be worthy of the farmer but also satisfy his own conscience.
"I, I remember you like to drink this, so I bought it specially." Liu Jingheng didn't dare to look Qin Du in the eye, muttering in her heart. He had already wiped the coffee cup clean, so it shouldn't be noticeable that it had been thrown on the ground and he had taken a sip.
Qin Du looked at the paper bag that was still dripping with water, but did not move. Instead, he said:
"When did I ever say I like coffee?"
Liu Jingheng: "I said, I said..."
Qin Du sighed softly, took the coffee, opened it and took a look.
He looks miserable, and it's obvious that he has experienced a great disaster.
He still took a sip of coffee.
Without asking, you can guess what Liu Jingheng experienced that day.
Qin Du's gaze passed through the darkness and fell on Liu Jingheng's arms. The white coat she was holding was stained with dark spots, and Liu Jingheng's whole body exuded a strong bitter aroma of coffee.
Qin Du drank his coffee, casually took his coat from his arms, shook it, and asked casually:
"Someone bullied you?"
Liu Jingheng hesitated for a moment and shook her head.
"No best." Qin Du seemed not to want to ask more questions. He turned and went upstairs with his coat in one hand and a glass of water in the other.
Back in the room, Qin Du threw Liu Jingheng's coat into the sink, poured in laundry detergent and rubbed the coffee stains on the coat vigorously.
After washing for a long time, the splattered coffee stains completely dyed the entire white shirt brown.
Qin Du exhaled heavily, exerted force with his wrist, and threw his clothes into the trash can.
Qin Du stood in front of the mirror, looking at his cold face. After a while, his brows furrowed. He squatted down, picked up the clothes, folded them neatly, and gently put them into the trash can.
He returned to his desk, turned on his phone, and sent a message to his dedicated sales representative, asking about the new products of the season.
But suddenly, I heard the door of the next room being pushed open, followed by heavy footsteps, as if the owner's body was too heavy to stand up straight.
Liu Jingheng really couldn't straighten her back.
I had just finished taking a shower and was about to go to bed when my phone started ringing like a life-threatening alarm.
When I picked up the phone, Gu Chengfeng's extremely impatient voice came from the other end:
"If I don't see you within ten minutes, you don't have to come tomorrow."
Liu Jingheng was just about to ask him what was the matter when he hung up the phone impatiently.
Liu Jingheng sighed, comforted Penny and Nuomi, and embarked on a long journey of being on call 24 hours a day under the stars.
Just as I reached the stairs, a cold and low voice suddenly rang out in the darkness:
"Go back to sleep. The Qin family doesn't need you to patrol at night."
Liu Jingheng slowly turned around, and in the dim light, she met Qin Du's lingering gaze.
"I want to pursue my life plan and achieve financial freedom as soon as possible." He spoke weakly, almost enunciating each word.
Qin Du pondered for a moment, went back to the room to get the car keys, and changed his shirt casually:
"I just happened to be going to the company, so I'll give you a ride on the way."
Liu Jingheng didn't quite understand what Qin Du was going to do at the company at eleven o'clock.
But if you don't take a free ride, you're a fool, but he is not a fool.
Arriving at the destination, Qin Du stepped on the brakes:
"Go ahead. If your finishing time coincides with mine, send me a message and I'll pick you up on the way home."
Liu Jingheng nodded and walked into the community with heavy steps.
Qin Du drove the car to a hidden location behind the back door, turned off the engine, leaned back on the seat, and closed his eyes.
After working hard for many days without a good rest, he now feels a little dizzy and his body feels very heavy.
But he only closed his eyes for a while, then opened his mobile phone and, based on Uncle Li's investigation, clicked into the live broadcast room named "Gu Chengfeng".
I heard that the advertising company wanted Gu Chengfeng to help promote the products. This was a job that should have been done long ago, but Gu Chengfeng kept delaying it until midnight, and even caused trouble for other people.
Qin Du looked at Gu Chengfeng's pretending to be aloof face in the live broadcast room, and his gaze suddenly dimmed.
…
At eleven o'clock, there were still many people in Gu Chengfeng's family, busy setting up the scene and doing makeup.
After cursing everyone, the agent turned around and saw Liu Jingheng hiding in the crowd with a dazed look on her face, as if nothing had happened to her. He was furious.
"That stupid-looking guy is talking about you. Why are you standing there pretending to be a thinker? Have you finished checking the process you were asked to check?"
Liu Jingheng thought for a moment and said, "No."
The agent rolled his eyes, grabbed his collar and dragged him over, rolled the process chart into a tube, and hit Liu Jingheng's forehead with it again and again.
"Today, Teacher Gu is going to bring a liquid foundation. You'll be in charge of the supporting role. All the props Teacher Gu needs for the live broadcast are here. Take whatever you want. Do you understand?"
Liu Jingheng rubbed her red forehead and nodded.
He thought this kind of work was simple, but he also knew that his memory was unreliable, so he checked the props in his bag one by one before the live broadcast officially began.
He took out the liquid foundation provided by the brand and turned it around to look at it.
Suddenly, his gaze paused, he pondered for a long time, and scratched his head in confusion.
In addition, the bag also contains some beauty sponges and makeup brushes for application, as well as a contract signed by Gu Chengfeng and the brand.
Liu Jingheng read it word by word, and when she reached the end, she scratched her head in confusion.
"OK, ready, everyone in place, the live broadcast begins."
At the agent's command, the staff quickly evacuated the camera, leaving only Gu Chengfeng and Liu Jingheng.
An unknown little-known celebrity, paired with a little-known brand, went live for nearly twenty minutes, with the number of people online always fluctuating around three hundred.
Gu Chengfeng was quite hard-working. He changed his arrogant attitude, kept calling everyone "darlings", and painted his face with lipstick and eyeliner.
Liu Jingheng didn't know what he was going to do. She only heard him say, "The main focus of our live broadcast room is authenticity." Liu Jingheng was responsible for watching the real-time barrage and taking screenshots for the site controller.
Liu Jingheng worked very seriously. She sat there, staring at the barrage of comments, and turned on standby mode.
Gu Chengfeng's strenuous performance only added a few dozen people to the live broadcast room. Seeing the stagnant atmosphere in the room, the stage controller quickly pretended to be a spectator and used a secondary account to post comments:
[This is too fake. We've already seen liquid foundation ads that expose fakes. They just use the oils in lipstick to blend the liquid foundation to achieve the so-called concealing effect.]
Gu Chengfeng cooperated with the performance:
"You said the effects were fake? Come on! Turn off the lights! Xiao Liu, get the tape!"
Liu Jingheng was stunned——
Gu Chengfeng glanced at him secretly, reached under the table, and twisted his thigh hard.
Liu Jingheng finally came back to her senses: "What did you just say?"
Gu Chengfeng cursed in his heart, but on the surface he still had a beautiful smile on his face:
"Excuse me, everyone. This is my new assistant. He knows nothing. I asked him to join the livestream because we don't need seasoned veterans or experienced people in our studio, and we don't need to fake anything. We need to prioritize authenticity!"
The barrage is fun:
[Haha, what a silly assistant, is he working on a loan? ]
[Does he look familiar?]
[The assistant's looks are even better than the main one, is that something you can say?]
【Why don’t we let the assistant take over? 】
Gu Chengfeng glanced at the comments, his lips trembling, but he maintained his good manners and changed the subject:
"What? My babies said that the reason my foundation looks so moist and translucent is because there are two soft headlights shining on me? Even an 80-year-old woman would be able to smooth out my skin in a second?"
"Come on, field control, turn off the lights!"
The stage controller cooperated and said, "No."
Gu Chengfeng slammed the table and said, "Our livestream is all about the real thing! So many big-name foundation brands have approached me to promote their products, but I've always refused. Why? Because the foundation I'm going to recommend today is affordable! It covers blemishes! It smoothes skin! It's hydrating! It has everything you could want!"
As soon as the words fell, the lights dimmed.
The field controller held up a sign below:
[Assistant, turn on your phone's light and shine it towards the host's face.]
Liu Jingheng didn't understand what was going on, so she took a photo of Gu Chengfeng's face, which had just been put on makeup.
Half a minute later, Liu Jingheng's body shook.
He didn't know much about liquid foundations, so he didn't know if all liquid foundations were like this. Once applied on the face, it was like a mask was welded on. The fine lines on the face were clearly visible, and layers of powder were stuck on it. The pores were so big that they could be used to plant rice seedlings.
But look at Gu Chengfeng's face in the live broadcast room, it is moist, smooth, delicate and transparent.
Liu Jingheng:?
"How are you, babies?" Gu Chengfeng said loudly: "Is it moisturizing or not? Is it obedient or not? Do you want it or not?"
The field control is busy typing barrage:
【I want it! Teacher, please post the link! ! ! 】
[Oh my god, what kind of foundation is this? I love it!]
"Little Assistant." Gu Chengfeng looked at Liu Jingheng with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes. "You sit closest to me, so you come and tell us how effective this foundation is."
Below the stage, the stage manager held up a sign with a few large characters written in a flamboyant style:
[It's incredibly well-fitting, amazing! I can't even see any pores or fine lines, but maybe it's just because Ms. Gu has great skin that any foundation really complements her.]
This is used to fake the effect in the next step.
Liu Jingheng narrowed her eyes and looked at the sign.
What is written here? I can't make out a single word.
He rubbed his eyes, leaned forward in full view of everyone, carefully identified the dog-crawling characters, and then read a few words that he could barely make out:
"Super...big...pores and...lines? Wrinkles?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's faces drooped.
The brand owner's face turned green as he watched the live broadcast, and he slammed the table and stood up:
"This bastard! Who invited him?"
At the scene, the field control looked as if dejected.
He could fake the redness of the anchor's skin by changing the HSL value, or use the light that makes even shit look moist and transparent to dispel the audience's concerns. But he didn't expect that the opponent would be right next to me, and once words are spoken, they can be taken away, so there is no hope of faking it...
Under the table, Gu Chengfeng slammed his knee into Liu Jingheng's thigh.
When Liu Jingheng was bumped into by him, she exclaimed "Ouch".
Combined with the previous "super large pores and wrinkles", the word "Oh my" is even more amazing and incredible.
The barrage laughed:
[Hahaha, working in debt, this assistant is awesome.]
[Okay, I get it. This is actually a live broadcast room for exposing fake news.]
[Even the assistant couldn't bear to watch this anymore, so I'm not going to post the link. I'm going to save as many people as I can.]
Gu Chengfeng's smile was trembling. He continued to display his poor acting skills, speaking silently, and then used his own anchor account to type in the barrage in the live broadcast room:
[Sorry everyone, there seems to be a problem with the microphone in the live broadcast room. Please wait for a moment, I will be back soon.]
After typing, he hurriedly pressed the microphone icon and stood up.
The next second, Gu Chengfeng's angry curse rang out in the room:
"You bastard, come with me!"
Liu Jingheng looked at the staff, and under their sympathetic gaze, she obediently stood up and followed them.
Gu Chengfeng smashed his fake antique vase and his face turned red.
He pointed at Liu Jingheng's nose and cursed her without hesitation:
"Do you know that my contract requires me to sell the goods? If you destroy my job, you can expect to lose everything!"
"How could your mother give birth to something like you?! I have big pores? Don't you even look at your pig head? The wrinkles on it are like those plowed by an old ox. You get out of here tomorrow! From now on, I will beat you every time I see you, until you die."
Liu Jingheng blinked, and amidst Gu Chengfeng's howling wind, she asked cautiously:
"Then when will I be paid for today's salary?"
"You still want your fucking salary?!"
Just as Gu Chengfeng was about to launch a brutal attack on him, a staff member came running over:
"Teacher Gu, something bad has happened! Come here quickly!"
"I'll deal with you later." Gu Chengfeng said this and left in a hurry.
Liu Jingheng stood there and thought for a moment.
Although his great life plan failed in just one day, he still had to stand his last shift, so he sat back in front of the camera conscientiously.
At this time, the number of online viewers in the live broadcast room reached a historical high, more than 300,000 people, which stunned Gu Chengfeng.
The staff had complicated expressions:
"Um... Mr. Gu, you wanted to turn off the microphone just now, but you turned it off by mistake. Furthermore, you pressed the beauty button. In other words, the microphone was on, but the beauty function... was off."
Gu Chengfeng was petrified.
At this time, the barrage was noisy:
[So the man with the face that looked like alkaline bread was Gu Chengfeng himself...]
[I suddenly felt that the post-production staff of his short drama was really amazing. They managed to edit several hours of footage and not miss a single second to turn a big-headed doll into a cool and handsome guy...]
[Tsk tsk, what a dirty mouth! It turns out all the uneducated people become actors.]
[Compared to this, the assistant is truly a facial genius. Seriously, stop selling foundation. Assistant, go on air and recommend some skincare products you use.]
I really don't understand who is liking Gu Cheng's style.
[That's right, isn't the assistant nice? ]
[It's a conspiracy, kids. We've been set up. They're using this method to help our assistant debut.]
Although Liu Jingheng was slow, it was really unreasonable for her not to notice the taste under such circumstances.
Admitting his mistakes has always been his strength.
Liu Jingheng thought to herself that she should apologize to the other party first.
He opened his mouth and closed it.
Wait, what was the name of this skit actor?
What wind? Or what city?
It’s not his fault that he has a bad memory. It’s mainly because eight out of ten skits have similar names.
If you call the wrong name, it will only add fuel to the fire.
Don't panic, he just read the contract and remembered the anchor's real name.
then:
"Um, Lightning Ball, I'm sorry, it's my first time..."
With a "click", the live broadcast was interrupted.
The barrage never tires of this:
[Hahaha, so Gu Chengfeng’s real name is Lightning Ball. Oh my god! Hahahahahahaha!]
【Best of the Day [Thumbs Up]】
I thought about something strong and powerful, but who could have imagined it would be a lightning ball? [Funny]
[The little assistant really saved the live broadcast room, haha, 1 million people online hahahahaha!!]
"Get out! Get out of here! Get out!"
Gu Chengfeng picked up the documents and kicked Liu Jingheng out of the house.
Before leaving, Liu Jingheng asked her agent:
"Well, who should I ask for my salary today?"
The agent said with a wry smile: "Ask your aunt."
Liu Jingheng: "No, my great-grandmother has been buried for a long time."
"That's no big deal. Just stay with your grandma for two days. The old lady loves her grandson and will definitely give it to you." The agent pushed Liu Jingheng out of the house and slammed the door.
Liu Jingheng bowed her head to the door for a long time and then went downstairs quietly.
Standing downstairs, the night breeze blows, mixed with the lingering power of summer.
Liu Jingheng raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her chin and looked up in a daze.
Two people passed by behind me, one of them cursed:
"What great things can a useless person like you do? I assigned you a job, but you worked for three days and rested for two days. You were fired within a week. How can we afford to support you with our savings?"
Liu Jingheng bit her lip. The words were a bit harsh.
Fortunately, he was not the kind of person who was prone to internal conflicts. After standing there for a while, he decided to take a taxi home.
"Beep--" The car horn pierced the darkness, and Liu Jingheng shuddered at the shrill sound.
He slowly raised his eyes. Unknowingly, a silver car had stopped in front of him. The window was half-open. Under the dim light, Qin Du's profile was faintly visible. Caught in the interweaving of light and shadow, his sharp jawline was clearly visible.
Liu Jingheng didn't move.
He was afraid that Qin Du would find out that he had messed up his job again and force him to write another life plan.
At this moment, he just wanted to be a salted fish who lived a life of idleness and waited for death.
Qin Du's voice was unclear through the car window:
"What a coincidence, I caught up."
The tone was somewhat nonchalant.
Liu Jingheng pursed her lips into wavy lines, took a step, stopped to think for a long time, trying to delay time.
Qin Du opened the car window completely, rested one arm on the window frame, and stared at Liu Jingheng's face in the darkness:
"What? Are you tired? Do you need me to carry you to the car?"
Liu Jingheng frowned: "Is it okay?"
"No." Qin Du leaned over and opened the passenger door.
Liu Jingheng got into the car and a hand stretched out in front of her, holding an exquisite small paper bag.
"What."
"night snack."
Liu Jingheng was silent for a long time, opened the paper bag, and took out a small cake that was exquisitely made like a toy.
He blinked and ate the cake in silence.
"Eat some sweets when you're in a bad mood." Qin Du didn't drive. He leaned his elbow against the window, his eyes fixed forward.
Liu Jingheng licked the cream on the corner of her lips: "Who, me?"
Qin Du laughed:
"Is there anyone else in this car with a sullen face?"
Liu Jingheng chewed and chewed, then suddenly stopped moving, like a groundhog that suddenly sensed danger while foraging, and lowered its head heavily.
"Come to think of it, I've noticed before that you're a very scheming person." Qin Du said this out of the blue.
Liu Jingheng chewed it twice and then stopped: "?"
"You deliberately messed up the live broadcast, saved thousands of girls from danger, and defended their hard-earned money. You are amazing." Qin Du turned his head, and the darkness hid the corners of his smiling lips.
Liu Jingheng stared blankly at the half-eaten cake and smacked her lips. She didn't understand.
"Gu... Lightning Ball, right? I heard from a partner that the liquid foundation he sells exceeds the limit for lead and mercury. Its composition is almost the same as curtains that have been used for more than ten years. If we still have to spend money to buy such garbage, there will be no justice in the world." Qin Du said.
Liu Jingheng was stunned for a long time, then slowly looked up at Qin Du.
Before the live broadcast started, he looked at the ingredient list of this liquid foundation. Pb and lead were at the top, and the rest were high levels of octanediol and dipropylene glycol. There were almost no truly effective active ingredients. It can be said that applying this on the face is equivalent to wrapping it in a layer of lead, mercury and preservatives.
He also learned this knowledge while working at a convenience store before transmigrating into the book. A customer who had a facial blemish after using a face mask from the store came to the store to ask for an explanation, and he brought the Consumers Association over to explain it.
The reason why he remembered it so clearly was that he was tricked by the store manager into doing sales, so he bought a box of facial masks and spent 90 yuan, which was equivalent to his living expenses for a week.
He didn't dare to use it and had to throw it in the trash can. He was sad for ten minutes because of this.
"You, how did you know?" Liu Jingheng's voice was hoarse, perhaps because she had eaten a too sweet cake.
"I heard it while chatting with a partner." Qin Du said.
Liu Jingheng: "I mean, how do you know his name is Lightning Ball?"
Qin Du: "..."
"I watched your live broadcast." This time, Qin Du did not change the subject and admitted it frankly.
Because he suddenly felt that people like Liu Jingheng, who were honest about everything, were like stars in the sky.
Unfortunately, Liu Jingheng and he were not on the same wavelength. Instead, he felt that Qin Du was merely monitoring the completion of his life plan so that he could find fault with him and take advantage of him.
He was honest enough:
"Do I have to write this life plan? I don't have any ideas, so can't I just leave it as it is?"
"No." The word "decisive" carries a strong sense of control.
"Why?"
Qin Du suddenly fell silent.
The eyes hidden in the dim light reflected two orange spots under the light, and as the pupils trembled, they also swayed.
This seemed to be a difficult question, causing a long silence in the car.
Liu Jingheng sighed softly.
He was just torturing himself anyway, so he didn't need any reason.
Liu Jingheng fastened his seat belt. In a trance, he seemed to hear a faint sound:
"Do you remember the first time we met? I asked you to give a reason why you couldn't be a housekeeper due to your inconvenience in walking. Tell me."
The voice became deeper, as if it was about to fall into the deep sea:
"I don't want to live anymore."
Liu Jingheng:?
He didn't remember saying such things at all. Anyway, most of the words that came out of his mouth were not thought through and he never took them to heart.
But after hearing Qin Du say this, I felt a little weird.
The root of my nose felt sour, and an indescribable emotion surged up from the bottom of my heart, where no one knew about it.
But Liu Jingheng still said: "I didn't say that."
Qin Du glanced at him and raised his voice suddenly: "You said so."
"No."
"Yes."
"without……"
Before he could finish his words, the car body suddenly sank, and the weight of flesh and bones suddenly pressed down.
Before Liu Jingheng could put the seat belt into the buckle, his body was suddenly engulfed by gravity, and the seat belt slipped from his hand and bounced back.
In the confined and cramped space, their chests were pressed tightly together.
Qin Du didn't know why they were arguing but chose to fight.
Or perhaps, driven by emotion, he felt that Liu Jingheng needed such an unreserved hug at this moment.
Liu Jingheng was forced to look up, holding a half-eaten cake in one hand, staring blankly at the roof of the car.
That strong body, every part of it was like a hard rock, tightly locking his weak body.
Boom! Boom!
In the pure embrace, someone's heartbeat could be heard like thunder.
Liu Jingheng's hand holding the cake slowly dropped, her mind was like a chaotic battlefield, where enemies fought each other, and there had to be a winner and a loser.
After a great victory, he finally raised his hand to surrender and hugged Qin Du's shoulders gently.
There was still no expression on his wooden face, but the tears that had accumulated in his eyes began to fall at this moment.
Qin Du glanced over and saw that his shoulder was wet.
He sighed softly and hugged her tighter with his arms.
"You broke the rules." Liu Jingheng said without any context.
Qin Du raised his eyebrows: "Where do you get these rules from?"
"When I was little," Liu Jingheng said, her voice a sigh, a little unsteady. "Every time volunteers came to visit us at the orphanage, we would reach out our hands, hoping for a hug."
Qin Du frowned.
Orphanage?
Liu Jingheng buried her face in Qin Du's shoulder and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, hoping to calm down a little.
"But those people never hugged us. After a while, everyone started discussing whether they thought we were dirty and didn't want to hug us. But we really did take a good shower every day and wear clean clothes."
Qin Du didn't interrupt, but gently stroked Liu Jingheng's thin back with his large palm through her shirt.
"When we grew up, we realized that it wasn't that they didn't want to hug the baby, but that the dean didn't allow them to." Liu Jingheng said softly.
"Why?" Qin Du was a little curious about the answer.
Liu Jingheng took a deep breath.
The voice seemed to come from far away, ethereal and echoing:
"Because once we kids have been held, we always want to be held, but no one will hold us forever."
It was a simple statement without any fancy words, but just this one sentence made Qin Du open his eyes uncontrollably, almost to the limit.
Children in orphanages cannot develop emotional dependence on anyone because no one will be their emotional harbor. Once they develop this idea, letting them taste sweetness and then being thrown into the sea of bitterness will be an unbearable and devastating blow to them.
Just like Liu Jingheng, who didn't know what love was, was hugged tightly by a big boss who suddenly rushed over on the day of the game finals. He was so innocent and caring. At that moment, he understood what "love" was.
Unlike the ambiguous princess hug, a hug is an action that requires both parties to complete together. During this process, the bodies are very close, close enough that you can hear the voice in each other's heart.
And today, Qin Du hugged him again.
This made Liu Jingheng feel an even stronger inner struggle.
I hope to complete my plan and be buried in peace as soon as possible, but I also hope to stay in this world for a few more days.
From the beginning of "I'll just die" to the current "I wish I were a healthy person", the only thing in between is Qin Du.
At this moment, he suddenly understood why Qin Du was so persistent in his "life plan".
Just like his graduation speech to Liu Jingheng, a simple and plain confession:
"There is ample time."
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