"Printing Wang Shuang's picture and posting it is useless. He is so stupid. What if I pass on his stupidity to myself if I look at him for too long? Thanking the gods is different. I will burn incense in front of his picture every day. I hope he will bless me with academic success!"
Li Mengjiao winked, "You won't let me print out Xie Qian's photo, are you jealous? I know you shouldn't bully a friend's wife. To tell you the truth, I can't have any thoughts about Xie Shen's face. I'm afraid of him if I look at him for too long... When he was tutoring us, I was dreaming about doing the test papers at night!"
"Why would I be jealous?"
Wen Ying solemnly declared, "I'm asking you to work hard on improving your acting skills, not to indulge in feudal superstitions! Xie Qian's photos aren't that powerful. Should I ask him to come over and encourage you in person?"
Did Xie Qian come over to encourage her personally? Li Mengjiao shuddered.
It’s so scary!
Thanks to God's encouragement, for Li Mengjiao it is an endless supply of papers.
In Li Mengjiao's dream, there was a mountain of papers. She climbed for a long, long time, until she was exhausted. Looking up, she found herself still halfway up the mountain! She wanted to turn around and walk down the mountain, but a cold voice behind her called her a "primary school scumbag." Frightened, she tumbled down the mountain.
Thinking of the nightmare she had in the past, Li Mengjiao trembled and said, "Forget it, I won't print his photo, and you don't have to ask him to come over. I won't print photos of anyone else. I'll print a photo of a donkey and put it on the wall. I'll let it supervise me every day!"
The frightened Li Mengjiao started talking nonsense.
Would you rather post a photo of a donkey than one of Wang Shuang?
Wen Ying couldn't help but sympathize with Wang Shuang for three seconds.
It was only three seconds. Wen Ying didn't have much time to care about Wang Shuang's mood. School was about to start, and she had to finish the script quickly.
In this small village, mosquito bites and donkey bullying were minor issues. Wen Ying could also adapt to accommodation and food. The only thing that bothered her was the poor communication signal. There was no signal for calls, and text messages took a long time to be received. Every time Wen Ying and Xie Qian chatted, the conversation was intermittent, like underground workers struggling to communicate.
She really missed Xie Qian.
Ever since they bought a house in Beijing and Li Mengjiao and Wang Shuang's relationship was exposed, Wen Ying was urgently recalled by Yuan Fenghui to deal with the matter, and she hasn't seen Xie Qian since.
The two of them would call each other, send text messages, and also video chat on the computer.
These methods can only keep two people in touch, but cannot achieve intimate interaction between lovers.
Wen Ying didn't want to do anything. She just thought it would be nice to take a walk holding hands with Xie Qian.
Oh, it’s useless to think so much. I should finish my work quickly and go back to school so that I can see Xie Qian.
Missing someone is also a kind of motivation. Wen Ying didn't leave her room all day except to eat and go to the bathroom. A fellow villager moved an old wooden table for Wen Ying to put under the window. The sunlight filtered through the washed blue floral cloth, making it a particularly pleasant place to write.
As the sun was setting, Wen Ying closed her computer and stretched.
When I was concentrating on writing the script, I didn't feel the time passing. When I finished, I found that it was dark, my neck was stiff and my arms were sore.
Wen Ying was just thinking of taking a walk in the village to get some fresh air when the door was rudely pushed open.
Li Mengjiao was panting and her face was full of anxiety: "You actually called Xie Qian here? Aren't we still good sisters? How can you hurt your sisters like this? I really will have nightmares..."
"I didn't ask Xie Qian to come over!"
After thinking about the script for a whole day, Wen Ying's thinking became slow.
Wen Ying and Xie Qian only texted each other in the morning. She said she was going to write a script and Xie Qian didn't reply. Maybe he didn't want to disturb her creation, or maybe there was no signal again.
"Xie Qian is here?"
Wen Ying picked up her phone and looked at it. There were no new text messages or new calls.
Li Mengjiao nodded vigorously. "I was herding donkeys on the hillside when I saw a man approaching from a distance. I recognized him as Xie Qian before he even approached. Don't worry that I might make a mistake. I have collected a lot of candid photos of the two of you—"
Halfway through her words, Li Mengjiao almost bit her tongue. She was so annoyed that she covered her mouth tightly with her hands.
Oops, I can’t tell you about these candid photos. I’m going to keep them as a “wedding gift” for Wen Ying and Xie Qian. If I tell you in advance, it won’t be a surprise!
Fortunately, Wen Ying didn't care what Li Mengjiao said at all. When Li Mengjiao said Xie Qian was here, Wen Ying ran out.
Wen Ying knew that the village where the donkeys were grazed had poor transportation and required climbing over several hills to reach.
Cars cannot drive into the village, so you have to walk up the last slope.
Wen Ying rushed out the door and almost bumped into someone.
Lin Wenxuan dodged flexibly: "Xiao Wen, where are you going in such a hurry?"
Wen Ying smiled embarrassedly, "Sorry, Director Lin, a friend of mine is coming, I'll go pick him up!"
Friend, what kind of friend would come to such a remote village to look for Wen Ying?
Anyway, Lin Wenxuan’s friends won’t come!
Wen Ying had already run away. Li Mengjiao came out and explained, "...She's a very good friend!"
Li Mengjiao originally wanted to say it was her boyfriend, but changed her mind when the words were on the tip of her tongue.
Li Mengjiao was terrified of the impact of announcing their relationship. She was an artist, and Wen Ying was also a celebrity, so she had better keep it a secret for Wen Ying!
Lin Wenxuan couldn't wait to read the script Wen Ying had written today, but he didn't expect Wen Ying to have a friend over. If you want a donkey to work, you have to feed it enough hay every day. Lin Wenxuan waved his hand and said, "Let's go, I want to meet Xiao Wen's friends too."
"Well."
——Director Lin, how could you be so tactless?!
Li Mengjiao reluctantly took Lin Wenxuan towards the hillside, deliberately walking slowly.
Lin Wenxuan was dissatisfied: "You walk too slowly, just point me in a direction and I'll go there by myself."
Ahhhhhh!
Wen Ying was right, Director Lin’s EQ is really low.
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