Yesterday, hiding poems in books and porcelain was the most romantic metaphor...
Xiao Liang stayed in the hospital for three months, and the cost of hiring a nurse alone was more than 70,000 yuan.
Seventy thousand yuan was just the price of an ordinary windbreaker for Wen Zichuan, but he had also been down and out before. If he had been given seventy thousand yuan at that time, it would have been a huge sum of money that could last him for two years.
Xiao Liang was a key witness in the Longji Mountain case. Wen Zichuan felt that although they could break up, Cheng Sizhou should not be the only one to bear the responsibility of taking care of Xiao Liang.
When leaving the hospital, he insisted on going to Cheng Sizhou's rental house despite Leng Sui's objection.
But in the end he didn't get out of the car. Leng Sui went to knock on the door. The landlord said that Cheng Sizhou had moved out a long time ago and no longer lived there.
After listening to the retelling, Wen Zichuan said "hmm" and said nothing more.
He hadn't held out hope that he would be able to find him easily.
If Cheng Sizhou really wanted to avoid him, he could make up lies and fabricate videos. He was so powerful that he could say he loved him and disappear completely at the same time.
When Wen Zichuan returned to Tianchen Lake in the evening, he just walked into the living room and saw Wei Jing kissing Wei Xiaoming on the sofa.
Wei Jing loosened his tie, glanced at him, picked up the disheveled Wei Xiaoming, and went back to the bedroom to continue.
In fact, Wen Zichuan was no longer surprised. He had been living here and bothering the Wei family for a long time. It was time for him to find a place to move out.
He returned to his room and subconsciously began to pack his things.
After the popularity, there are more and more clothes, shoes and accessories. In the past, a box and a backpack could be used to move them all, but now I probably have to call a moving company to move them.
"Hiss..." Without paying attention, his knee suddenly hit the decorative blue and white porcelain vase.
The porcelain vase was shaken by his knock, and he quickly squatted down to hold it. The large blue and white porcelain from the Ming Dynasty that Jiqing bought was a real treasure. If it was broken, the three hundred thousand yuan would be wasted.
The blue and white porcelain vase has always been quiet and I never felt anything unusual about it, but today when I shook it, I seemed to hear a very slight friction sound.
Wen Zichuan suspected that he had heard it wrong. He held the neck of the porcelain bottle and shook it gently. Sure enough, the sound came from inside the bottle!
The two porcelain bottles, standing up, were about half a person's height. He was afraid of breaking them, so he didn't dare to put them down rashly.
After thinking for a few seconds, he went to the kitchen to get a pair of chopsticks, reached his arm into the bottle, and picked up a piece of paper wrapped in rice paper.
The rice paper roll is slightly longer than a finger. If the angle is not right, it may get stuck on the neck of the porcelain bottle and cannot leak out. However, if you use chopsticks to hold it vertically, you can lift it out.
Wen Zichuan opened the scroll and saw a sentence written in black on a white background: "Since we parted, I have recalled our meeting, and I have been with you in my dreams many times."[1]
It's not that he didn't understand the meaning of the poem, he was just a little surprised. The blue and white porcelain vase was a family heirloom of the old craftsman Jiqing. Before selling it to President Wei, it was only repaired by Cheng Sizhou.
But he was also sure that this was not left by the old craftsman, because the handwriting was lively and beautiful. He had seen it in a book he was flipping through when he first went to Yangliu'an.
Cheng Sizhou broke up with him in Jiqing, and then Mr. Jiang passed away, and the plan to go to Longji Mountain was immediately put on the agenda.
Cheng Sizhou used himself as bait, thinking that he would never come back. So is this poem his last words?
The more romantic the love poems were, the more Wen Zichuan's mood surged like a tide pulled by the power of the moon.
He looked at another porcelain bottle, took a deep breath, and put his chopsticks in again.
He guessed correctly. There was also a scroll in the other porcelain vase, on which was written another line of poetry: "If love between two people is long-lasting, why should we be together day and night?"[1]
In order to avoid misunderstanding, Wen Zichuan recited the poem several times, searched for the original text, and read the translation.
He knew that no matter how difficult Cheng Sizhou's situation was, he would never complain to others. He was used to taking on everything alone and leaving the best results to others.
But if he really can't come back, don't you also look forward to seeing these two lines of poetry one day in the future, so that you can untie the knot in your heart and not live your whole life with regrets in the misunderstanding that "Cheng Sizhou doesn't love me and doesn't want me".
So you see, Master Cheng is the softest-hearted person in the world. He mentioned breaking up one moment and then sent a poem full of affection, leaving enough room for reconciliation.
Wen Zichuan had originally decided not to waste his time on Cheng Sizhou's matter, but the two notes that appeared out of nowhere kept him tossing and turning for half the night.
The last time Cheng Sizhou broke up with me, it was because he didn’t want me to go to Longji Mountain with him. What about this time?
Is it really because his value has increased that Mr. Wei said he has no money and is not worthy of him, so his self-esteem was hurt?
Wen Zichuan couldn't figure out whether Cheng Sizhou's repeated retreat was more due to his subjective reluctance or more due to the provocation of others.
Tormented by chaotic thoughts, he fell into a drowsy sleep in the second half of the night.
But bizarre dreams followed one after another. He dreamed that he and Cheng Sizhou were living an idyllic life in the Wu tribe village on Longji Mountain. He dreamed that they were still at Yangliu Bank, and Cheng Sizhou was drunk, mumbling random poems. Finally, he dreamed that they were entangled in a fierce and unrestrained struggle, and countless cameras suddenly appeared around them, filming them "click, click"...
Wen Zichuan was awakened by the fright. Although he broke out in a light sweat, the heat that surged up in him did not dissipate.
He raised his arm to cover his eyes, as if he could relive the aftertaste of the dream without opening his eyes, while his other hand had already reached down, kneading it neither lightly nor heavily.
Because he worked non-stop, he was in no mood and rarely relaxed on his own, so his movements were inevitably a bit impatient. It was obvious that he probably didn't understand his own body as well as Cheng Sizhou.
When the emotions were stirring, Wen Zichuan thought to himself, what if others knew about it? What if others saw it?
I've already broken up with him according to your requirements and your standards, so why can't I get any reward in return, or a moment of sexual pleasure?
One day of the vacation had passed, and after Wen Zichuan got up, he couldn't wait to find a house.
Leng Sui of course disagreed and came over early to block them, and the two almost had a physical conflict.
"I'm an artist, not a prisoner. Why do you restrict my freedom?!" Wen Zichuan got angry when he saw his expression.
"Which artist is like you, doing everything by himself? Can't you let Su Zhuo and others do the errands?" Leng Sui acted like a lone man blocking the way for ten thousand.
"Everyone is on vacation, and I don't want to boss people around."
"These people work for a salary just to order you around."
"Then you go for me."
"Require."
"I don't want big ones, I don't want small ones, I don't want villas, I don't want houses, I don't want anything too expensive, I don't want anything too cheap."
"Are you kidding me? What did I do to you that you're making things so difficult for me?"
"You can't do it, right? Then get out of here."
“…”
Half an hour ago, Wen Zichuan casually posted a selfie on WeChat Moments, captioning it, "A rare vacation." Hidden in the blurred background of the photo was a hint of blue and white patterns.
At this moment, a message came. He took out his phone and saw that it was from Pinot: "Brother, if you have a day off today, can you come to my house? I have something to tell you."
Leng Sui originally wanted to "get out", but when he saw Wen Zichuan walking out in a swagger without even changing his clothes, he had no choice but to follow him.
Wen Zichuan opened the door and went upstairs. Before he saw anyone, he heard Zhou Yitang's voice.
"The top student in our class likes this line the most, 'If love lasts forever, it doesn't matter if they are together day and night.'" Zhou Yitang's sighing tone was particularly artificial.
"Why?" Pinault asked very seriously, "He has a girl he likes, right?"
"Of course not! They've been together since middle school, but they didn't go to the same high school! He made an agreement with her to apply to the same university in the future, but he was afraid that she would like someone else."
Why this again? Wen Zichuan listened, feeling as if he were trapped in a maze.
That little boy is also quite funny. If he is afraid that the girl will like someone else, he should spend more time with her. What's the point of just reciting poems?
"You're all here," Wen Zichuan knocked on the door, "What do you want to tell me?"
Upon seeing him, Pinot's expression immediately turned serious. "Brother, did you choose to take on the role of 'The Long Road' yourself, or did the company ask you to do it?"
Wen Zichuan was speechless for a moment, thinking that what was supposed to come had finally come.
During the entire production cycle, he and Chen Yilan tacitly kept it a secret from Pinault. Later, Chen Yilan resigned from the Second Sound and the drama was broadcast as scheduled. Although he was busy, it was obvious that with how much attention Pinault paid to Mu Cen, she would not be able to ignore this drama.
At this point, he could only tell the truth: "I accepted the call. Teacher Mu Cen had been trying to schedule an appointment with me for a long time, and I couldn't stand him up."
Zhou Yitang wasn't as patient as Pinault. She came out with a stack of manuscripts, full of resentment: "Teacher Wen, even though you're very popular now and many people like you, what you did in this matter was so unkind!"
The manuscript paper was spread out in front of Wen Zichuan. The two columns on the paper were filled with densely packed text and marked with markers of different colors.
Anyone who knows a little about this will know at a glance that this is called a "color palette" and is used to determine whether there is plagiarism in a written work.
The two works used for comparison are the radio drama "The Long Road" currently being broadcast online, and the script "The Rose Heart" that Pinault is about to complete.
"'The Long Road, The Rose' plagiarized 'The Rose'?" Wen Zichuan found it unbelievable. He had already finished dubbing 'The Long Road, The Rose' and knew that the two works had the same subject matter and the main character configuration was consistent with Pinot's idea, but 'The Rose' was not finished and not released. How could it be plagiarism?
"Maybe it can't be called 'plagiarism,'" Pinault said disappointedly. "Tangtang told me it's called 'fusion of ideas.'"
Wen Zichuan picked up the "palette", frowned, and looked back and forth.
He knew the specific plot of "Long Road and Beautiful Journey", but he had not read the complete version of "Beautiful Heart". He only knew that it was adapted from the true story of Qin Zhihan and Song Xiang. Just looking at the annotations, it was somewhat similar, but the character settings, dialogues, and transitions were not exactly the same.
"Brother, look at this." Pinault pointed at the two green-marked sections. "Back when Father Song worked at the customs, Father Qin donated cultural relics back to China. Occasionally, he'd place a small scroll of paper with a poem written on it in a vase or between the lids of a box. Even if someone saw it, others wouldn't understand what it meant and wouldn't take it seriously. But if Father Song got his hands on it, he'd recognize Father Qin's handwriting."
When I was in middle school, my Chinese teacher said that the romance of ancient people was like "fish sending letters" and "wild geese carrying messages."
They are engaged in cultural relics work, so they replaced the carp and wild geese with cultural relics. Perhaps it is still a romantic metaphor.
Wen Zichuan thought of the note hidden in the blue and white porcelain vase: "Is this method of delivering messages common? Could it be a joke...?"
Upon hearing this, Pinot immediately felt aggrieved. "Brother, what are you talking about? This is the true story of Qin Dad and Song Dad, which I saw with my own eyes! If the screenwriter of 'The Long Road to Rose' hadn't read 'Rose Heart', how could she have written an exact duplicate of even this detail?"
The screenwriter of "Long Road"?
Wen Zichuan remembered that it was Ren Ziyue, a girl who looked gentle but spoke very rudely.
Mu Cen said that Ren Ziyue was a talented screenwriter hired by Guohuayin Society and a top student in the Department of Literature at Imperial Capital University. Mu Cen also said that Wen Zichuan and Ren Ziyue sounded like siblings.
"Don't worry," he said, worried that his sister's mood swings would affect her health. "I'll go find Mu Cen and find out. I'll definitely give you a result."
Pinot tried to hold back her tears for a long time but still couldn't. She knew that Ren Ziyue was a member of the Guohuayin Society. Without Mu Cen's instructions or acquiescence, she would never dare to be so blatant.
"Teacher Wen," Zhou Yitang suddenly stood up. "We don't want a casual outcome. If 'Long Road, Rose of Journey' isn't removed from the shelves and Guohua Music Publishing House doesn't apologize, 'Rose of Heart' won't be released. All of Pinot's hard work will be in vain, and the stories of Uncle Qin and Uncle Song won't be passed down any more."
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The author has something to say: [1] Quoted from “Partridge Sky: Colorful Sleeves Diligently Holding the Jade Bell” by Yan Jidao of the Song Dynasty.
[2] Quoted from “Magpie Bridge Fairy: The Fine Clouds Playing Tricks” by Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty.
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