It's better to be concise and a little mysterious than to say something mushy and then have Yu Xinyu look at the postcard and laugh at her three years later.
Cen Yu admired it for a while longer and felt very satisfied.
Of course, he also felt that Yu Xinyu wouldn't receive it, since she definitely wouldn't be living in that apartment three years from now.
That doesn't matter. That way, even if passersby see him, they won't know what he's saying.
Thinking of this, Cen Yu put the pen aside, placed the postcard in the envelope, handed it to the shop assistant, paid, and waited for the other party to mail the postcard three years later.
Just then, Sang Qianshan finished writing. He carefully placed the postcard into the envelope, paid, and then earnestly asked the clerk a question—
Will this postcard really be mailed in three years?
After receiving an affirmative answer from the shop assistant, he nodded, seemingly quite satisfied.
Cen Yu looked at it curiously, "What did you write?" He thought for a moment and then asked, "Who did you write it for?"
Sang Qianshan glanced at Cen Yu, "Who did you write it for?"
"Who else could I give it to?" Cen Yu asked, puzzled. "Of course, it's Yu Xinyu."
Sang Qianshan's smile faded slightly. He looked at Cen Yu, who was still clueless and trying to figure out what he had written, and finally said coldly—
"secret."
He wouldn't tell Cen Yu that the contents of his postcard were written for him.
The content was very simple; it was just his most sincere wish.
May you live a carefree, peaceful, and joyful life.
...
After mailing the postcards, the two prepared to leave the seaside shop. However, as soon as Cen Yu opened the curtain and stepped out, he saw Lou Baichuan, who was wearing a T-shirt and had completely lost his previous serious and proper demeanor.
Sang Qianshan also saw Lou Baichuan. He wasn't very familiar with him, only knowing that Lou was Cen Yu's superior.
Because the cameraman was still behind them, Cen Yu was about to greet him when he guessed that Lou Baichuan probably didn't want to be on camera, so he refrained from doing so.
Lou Baichuan, however, took the initiative to say to the two of them, "What a coincidence."
Cen Yu immediately gestured with his eyes that there were photographers behind them, and since they had entered the shop, the live stream started after they entered.
Lou Baichuan acted as if he hadn't seen Cen Yu's hint, saying, "I didn't expect to run into you here."
Who is this?! They seem to know my wife quite well!!
[What do you mean by "your wife"? Sang Qianshan would probably go crazy if he heard that, haha.]
[Stop talking about his wife?! Didn't you see the deleted exposé? Cen Yu is no good either, he's being kept by a rich guy, right?!]
"Brother Chuan, are you okay in the shot?"
Cen Yu couldn't stand Lou Baichuan's inability to understand her hints anymore.
Get straight to the point and ask directly.
Lou Baichuan seemed to only then notice the cameraman behind him. He thought for a moment, "It should be okay."
Sang Qianshan and Lou Baichuan were not really familiar with each other. It was only because the two of them talked on the plane that he learned that the company this young master of the Lou family went to happened to be the same one as Cen Yu's.
"You didn't come here specifically to stop me from working, did you?" Cen Yu asked deliberately.
This implies to others that Lou Baichuan is their superior, and they should not overthink it!
He was afraid that some uninformed onlookers might mistake his "rich boyfriend" for Lou Baichuan!
"Am I really that stingy?" Lou Baichuan said. He seemed to think they had been talking at the door for too long, so he moved aside slightly. "You guys go ahead and do your work."
Only after Cen Yu, Sang Qianshan, and the photographer left did he look at the postcards in the shop.
He remembered what Cen Yu had just said, "What a coincidence." There are no such coincidences in the world. If the two of them went out now, they would probably still see his car parked on the side of the road. He just kept watching the live broadcast, which led to this chance encounter.
Perhaps because both of them wrote postcards, the shop suddenly became busier.
Many people decided to embrace a Renaissance and write postcards to their future selves.
Lou Baichuan simply stared at the postcards with various designs covering the wall. He looked at them for a long time before finally finding the most suitable one.
The postcard only showed the sea and birds. The birds had already flown away and could only be seen as tiny white dots. Lou Baichuan took the postcard but didn't write anything special. He simply wrote the date and time on it again in his own handwriting.
Then I handed it to the shop assistant.
He intended to send this postcard to himself. He didn't have anyone he wanted to talk to or send blessings to, so he simply sent it to himself to remember this moment.
...
The first episode's filming at the beach has finally come to an end.
Because of what happened on the first night, the production team felt they had enough footage and decided to go back early on the third day.
The guests were free to choose when to return. Sang Qianshan had to leave the villa early because of work commitments, followed by Jian Zhou and others. In the end, only Cen Yu and Yu Jinheng remained in the villa.
While brushing his teeth, Cen Yu stood on the terrace. His flight was in the afternoon, so he wasn't in a hurry.
[Host! Big news!]
The big fat cat suddenly shouted in his head.
"..." Cen Yu was so frightened by the other party that he almost swallowed the foam.
But she still took out her phone and soon saw the message that the fat cat had forwarded to her.
The content roughly says that a certain painter's work was auctioned off for a high price today. This person is a disciple of Master XXX, who showed great talent at a young age, but for some reason has been out of the spotlight for many years.
Then, years later, he returned with his paintings, which fetched high prices at auctions, and many galleries vied to collect them.
Cen Yu, biting her toothbrush, naturally recognized that the young painter in the report was Yu Xinyu.
Yu Xinyu wore a well-fitting suit, his slightly long hair was neatly combed, with only a few strands falling on his forehead. When he looked at the camera, he had a smile on his lips, looking like a naturally proud young nobleman.
He remains humble yet confident in the face of praise, and can deftly deflect even deliberate traps set by questioners.
He seemed so at ease, as if he were born for such social occasions, and as if no problem could stump him.
Only when someone asked him if he had a lover did his expression suddenly become lively, and the boring question that he thought he would deflect suddenly became meaningful.
His brownish-green eyes looked at the camera, and the smile finally reached his eyes. "Of course."
“But he doesn’t really like me bringing it up.” Yu Xinyu shushed her. “We’re in a secret relationship.”
The use of "he" in his answer directly hinted at the gender of his lover. He seemed so happy that his lover's request for a secret relationship was by no means an unreasonable demand for him.
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