Chapter 92 Sister, I wish you well like crazy!
Gu Nan thought he wanted to share his opinion on the book, so he nodded and said, "I've read it. The essays included in this book are all very good."
Lin Jingzhe closed the book and said, "I will read it carefully."
He accidentally saw the love that Lin Jingchun implicitly expressed. If it was before today, he would have been upset and crazy, but after today, he felt that these words had some other meaning.
A carefully hidden contradiction and absurdity.
He took the two books back to his room and briefly flipped through the book that Lin Jingchun liked.
The book cover is very simple. In the upper left corner is a black and gray mudflat, in the lower right corner is a path planted with trees, and the title of the book is written in the blank space in the middle.
"I want to be the person who can describe your life at your funeral."
A very sad and shocking name.
Lin Jingchun read very carefully. When he saw a sentence he liked, he would mark it down with a pen and occasionally write a few words, almost all of which were related to Gu Nan.
For example, in Zhu Shenghao's "I am a Song Qingru Supremacist", he circled several places:
“I wish you well like crazy!
Sister, your letter is like a life-saving soup. I am alive today, but I will be a quarter dead tomorrow..."
Lin Jingchun made a note next to the word "Sister": Sister, I wish you the best like crazy!
The writing is sincere and earnest, and the emotions are straightforward and corny.
He stroked the neat handwriting, and Lin Jingchun's obsessed look when reading came to mind.
He envied his bold expression of love, which was accepted and responded to, instead of hiding in the dark like him.
Lin Jingzhe stared at it blankly for a long time, and for some reason, he picked up a pen and added a few words next to it.
Putting down the book, he logged into the game and started catching up.
Lin Jingchun encountered his opportunity in his part-time modeling job, and he should work harder.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Jingchun sent a message to Gu Nan and Lin Jingzhe, saying that he had arrived in the capital and would report to the company and meet with his agent to discuss the next work.
To be on the safe side, Cui Shao assigned him a male agent, a gold medal in the industry who was hired at a high salary. He has a sharp eye and extensive network of contacts, and has brought out many famous models and artists.
The agent was also very satisfied with Lin Jingchun's appearance and cover performance. It was rare that he was a complete newcomer and very obedient, so he could save a lot of trouble.
After the two finished chatting in the reception room, the agent took Lin Jingchun to see the company's styling team and asked the stylist to match his private clothes according to the style set by the company.
In addition to announcements, social accounts also need to be managed, and street photography and daily life are indispensable.
Lin Jingchun can no longer cut his hair short as it is too restrictive. Only by growing his hair long can he try more styles.
The whole afternoon was spent busy. I had takeout for dinner and continued working after dinner. I couldn't go back to the hotel to rest until the evening.
But it's not a complete rest. He will go to the studio for shooting tomorrow morning. He needs to read the materials in advance and learn shooting techniques and body language expression.
Before that, he went to the gym to exercise for an hour.
Lin Jingchun was sweating all over, tired and sleepy, his mind was a mess, but his agent was watching him next to him, just like a teacher watching a student recite, and he would occasionally remind him to recite.
It was not until Gu Nan called him that he suddenly remembered that he had not called back since landing.
Agent: "Five minutes."
Lin Jingchun answered the phone with a bitter face, his face drooping like an embarrassed expression. He started complaining, "Sister, I'm memorizing my lessons. I can't sleep until I finish them."
It's so pitiful. It's almost eleven o'clock and I'm still memorizing. I'm straight back to my senior year of high school.
He discussed today's progress with Gu Nan and explained the work arrangements for the next few days. Before he could properly talk about the sadness of suddenly sleeping alone, his agent tapped his watch and asked him to hang up.
At one o'clock in the morning, his agent finally took pity on him and let him go to bed. After taking a shower, he fell asleep with his head on the pillow.
The next day he got up at six o'clock to run, ate a fitness meal, put on the clothes matched for him by the stylist, and took a car to the studio for the shoot.
His agent accompanied him throughout the filming, standing by and staring at him, which made him feel very stressed.
During the intermission, he walked over to Lin Jingchun and said sternly, "Your performance is terrible. I've applied for a training course from the company. Starting tonight, I'll go to the company every day for two hours of classes. After class, I'll conduct random checks."
Lin Jingchun felt it was really difficult. In the past, he was physically tired when he went to the construction site, and now he was mentally exhausted as well. But when he thought about the fact that he could take more notices and earn more money in the future, and let Jingzhe get a prosthetic limb as soon as possible, he felt that it was worth it no matter how tired he was.
Besides, he is not young anymore and needs to prepare for his wedding in two years.
Thinking of Gu Nan, she couldn't help but smile, and the dry and bitter boiled chicken breast in her mouth became tender and juicy.
Seeing him looking like a pervert, his agent asked jokingly, "Are you thinking about your girlfriend?"
Lin Jingchun uttered a muffled reply through his nose, somewhat embarrassedly, "Hmm."
The agent smiled with the understanding of someone who had been through it all. "Your girlfriend is so beautiful, she has a lot of admirers. You just have to work hard and make money. Only when you become strong can you give her a better life."
Lin Jingchun thought what he said was very narrow-minded. Gu Nan was better at making money than him. She didn't need a man to give her a good life, and she wouldn't be tempted by a man's money.
But he does have to work hard, propose, get married, and he has to take on the responsibilities of a man.
Lin Jingchun silently finished a bowl of boiled vegetables, walked to the side and picked up the professional book he was halfway through to continue reading.
The house became very quiet when Lin Jingchun went out to work. Gu Nan and Lin Jingzhe played their own games during the day. After dinner in the evening, they would sit on the sofa and watch TV for a while. After eight o'clock, they would go back to the computer, some to broadcast and some to catch up on their work.
After the live broadcast, the house was quiet. There was no one waiting for her to sleep in the bed, and there were no clothes placed in the bathroom in advance. Several times, Gu Nan had no clothes to wear after taking a shower and could only come out wrapped in a bath towel.
The intimacy before bed is gone, and a few minutes of reporting on the phone can't relieve the loneliness. It's such a big bed, but I toss and turn and can't fall asleep.
Habit is a terrible thing.
Half a month passed in boredom like this, and Gu Nan asked him expectantly when he would come back.
Lin Jingchun said apologetically that his schedule had increased and he had to continue flying abroad and could not come back for the time being.
Well, Gu Nan had anticipated the scene of Lin Jingchun rising rapidly and shining brilliantly, but he did not expect that this day would come so soon, like a bird breaking out of a cage and flying high, and disappearing without a trace in an instant.
But since it is pure gold, it is understandable that it shines a little brighter.
Gu Nan hung up the phone and played a few games, but found it quite boring.
She is now far ahead in terms of experience points and the speed of passing new levels. Even Baga-chan, who is second on the list, won't be able to knock her off the top spot without a month or so.
She started writing code again. Things that she was proficient in could be formed without much thinking, and it became boring after writing for a while.
When people feel lonely, they want to find new excitement.
She knocked on Lin Jingzhe's door, poked her head in and asked excitedly, "Jingzhe, do you want to go out and play?"
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