It seemed that the disbelief and surprise in Cen Yu's eyes were too obvious, and Sang Qianshan also became somewhat embarrassed and angry.
"What?! You can't?"
“Yes, of course.” Cen Yu raised his hands in surrender.
He noticed that someone was secretly watching them and taking pictures with their phone. The production team hadn't booked the entire venue, so this was normal. Otherwise, where would the leaked photos of variety shows come from?
Even so, he didn't want to be watched by others.
He patted Sang Qianshan on the shoulder and said, "If you're going to write, hurry up."
“Then you write one too,” Sang Qianshan said.
Cen Yu hesitated for a second... Who should he send this letter to?
He knew he would be leaving this little world soon, but seeing that Sang Qianshan seemed very interested and enthusiastic, he didn't want to disturb him.
I simply picked a postcard and started writing, just like Sang Qianshan.
"Don't peek!" Sang Qianshan said mysteriously after receiving the postcard and pen.
“…Big brother, how old are you?” Cen Yu asked, and in coordination with Sang Qianshan, turned around and began writing a postcard.
To be honest, he didn't remember any of the addresses or phone numbers.
After thinking it over, I decided it would be better to send it to Yu Xinyu at my current address, but what should I write?
He knew he would eventually leave according to the original ending, and he didn't know if Yu Xinyu would have forgotten him by then. If Yu Xinyu had already started a new relationship, she might have shown this postcard to her later boyfriend and said—
"...Ah, this is the scumbag I used to like."
Fine, since that's the case, I might as well tell Yu Xinyu a secret.
After thinking about it, Cen Yu wrote directly on the postcard.
I know those people in the alley are performers you hired.
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