I don't want to move away. We have a good relationship and I don't want to leave him...
Cheng Sizhou went to the convenience store and bought a bottle of mineral water.
He tore off the wrapping paper of the bottle, folded it into the shape of a small brush, unscrewed the lid, scraped some wall dust from the worn side wall and put it in the lid, then mixed it with water and used it to fill in the unsightly marks of words.
The writing was so low that he had to squat, and the lights in the corridor were dim, which made it a bit dazzling to look at it for too long.
Fortunately, "repair" is his specialty, and he finished it in just ten minutes. I'm sure that after the water stains dry up by tomorrow morning, there will be no trace left.
Cheng Sizhou stood up, pounded his aching legs, looked out at the quiet courtyard and streets outside the building, and couldn't help but feel bad about himself.
If he had been a little more domineering, he would have found out the person who scribbled on the paper and made him apologize to Zichuan's mother honestly instead of just covering up the matter.
However, many times, he could only cover up the matter.
After all, he has never been the favored one in his life. An overly ostentatious attitude or a loud voice will not only fail to get him fair treatment, but will push him into the abyss.
Even if he was thick-skinned enough to laugh it off when someone poked him in the spine, he had to consider the feelings of Zichuan and his mother here - the handwriting was a bit old, and the Wen family might not have noticed it. If he made it public and everyone knew about it, he would have done a bad thing with good intentions.
"Zichuan, I'm back." He washed his hands and knocked on the door gently.
"Come in," Wen Zichuan opened the door, "My mom said she couldn't sleep, so I'll chat with her for a while. After you take a shower, go to my room. I'll be there soon."
"Okay." Cheng Sizhou nodded in response.
On the balcony, several pots of white chrysanthemums are in full bloom. The night breeze blows by, bringing with it a burst of bitter fragrance.
Lin Hanzhen was weak, so she put on an outer coat and used a palm-leaf fan to drive away mosquitoes.
"Where is the jade you were wearing? Is it lost?" she asked.
"It's not lost, the light is left far away." Wen Zichuan made up a story.
Lin Hanzhen was such a careful person. Before Cheng Sizhou took a shower, he put the keychain he carried with him on the table. She followed the sound and caught a glimpse of it. The jade was sealed with a transparent soft plastic film and made into a keychain.
Such ingenious ideas and craftsmanship are indeed rare.
She did not expose her son's lie, and asked again: "Where is Xiao Cheng doing well?"
“At the Lantern Museum, I do cultural relic restoration.”
"Dengyuan Museum? No wonder."
"You know him, right?! He said the photo was taken in the Lin family shop. You also know Master Lin, right? Is that where you took me?!"
"I did... carry you to the Lin family shop." Lin Hanzhen paused for a moment, as if recalling an outdated memory would take too long. "Your father was once an apprentice at the Lin family. He had an argument with his senior brother, and Master Lin punished him by making him stand in a line. He refused and then made a scene saying he didn't want to learn anymore."
Wen Zichuan frowned as he listened. In his mind, his father was a scumbag who abandoned his wife and children. How could he have such "great achievements"?
Master Lin, Zhou's grandmaster, was just as formidable a figure as he was. If his father had been able to diligently follow his example, perhaps he could inherit the Lin family's craftsmanship and become a fellow apprentice with Zhou.
"You were still breastfeeding at the time, and I couldn't bear to leave you. I was also afraid that Master Lin would get angry and refuse to teach me, so I took you to your father's house to persuade him. When your father and I were arguing, you were crying nearby, and a little boy of four or five years old picked you up and comforted you. The apprentices found it amusing to see the older child comforting the younger one, so they took that photo."
"...It was him. Mom, didn't my dad listen to your advice? Did he go abroad later?"
"Well, he never listens to me."
"Why? You won't hurt him!"
"I don't know. Maybe he has other ideas, or maybe he has another woman."
Lin Hanzhen suppressed her tone, as if trying her best to remain calm, but it was difficult to do so.
The child was young and the husband was cheating on her. For a woman with strict family education and conservative thinking, this almost ruined her entire life.
In fact, ever since Wen Zichuan could remember, he has always been concerned about why other people have fathers but he doesn't.
He asked about his father more than once, but later he realized that the more he asked, the more he hurt his mother.
"It's okay, Mom, you still have me." Wen Zichuan softened his tone.
"Xiaochuan, don't blame your father." Lin Hanzhen's expression was hard to read. How did she feel about the man who left her and never returned home again?
"What's so strange? I can't even remember what he looks like." Wen Zichuan smiled bitterly, "Mom, you should go to bed early. I'm going back to rest too." As he said that, he pushed open the screen door and prepared to go back to his room.
"Xiaochuan!" Lin Hanzhen suddenly called him.
"What's wrong?" Wen Zichuan turned around.
"I know you have a good relationship with Xiao Cheng, otherwise you wouldn't bring him home."
"Mom, he and I are not..."
"If you're short of money, Mom can think of another way, but you shouldn't live with him anymore. Find a chance to move out."
"Why?! You know we have a good relationship, and you still want me to move out?!"
"The Cheng family and the Jiang family are closely related. Your father offended Master Lin and Jiang Yunli in the past. If they knew whose son you were, they would definitely not allow Little Cheng to have any contact with you."
"That's a grudge between the previous generation. What does it have to do with me?!"
"Xiaochuan! You treat them as friends, but they may not treat you as a friend! Their two families looked down on us back then. Mom doesn't want you to suffer this kind of injustice again!"
No matter what Lin Hanzhen said, Wen Zichuan couldn't listen.
He ran back to the room, locked the door, turned around and saw Cheng Sizhou lying in the quilt, leaving half of the bed for him.
Wen Zichuan climbed onto the bed, hugged him and kissed him without saying anything, until both of them were out of breath.
"What kind of script is being performed now? A wild kitten and a well-behaved puppy?" Cheng Sizhou touched his aching lips, but he was not angry.
"No," Wen Zichuan said angrily, "it's Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai."
Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Cheng Sizhou deliberately put a hand into his pajamas and touched all the places he should and shouldn't touch: "From what I see, you don't look like a woman disguised as a man."
Wen Zichuan was amused by him: "Go to hell! Who is a woman dressed as a man, huh?"
"Did you have a fight with Mom?"
"No, just a little tired."
"So, sleep?"
"Well, go to sleep."
The moonlight shines through the window lattice and spreads on the ground like mercury.
Cheng Sizhou rarely stayed in the same bed and soon felt sleepy.
What happened today was too bizarre for Yu Wenzichuan. He never imagined that his inexplicable father was actually a fellow apprentice of Brother Zhou's master.
His thoughts were tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, but he insisted on letting Cheng Sizhou sleep facing him.
Under the hazy moonlight, she would peck his lips from time to time, frowning, then smiling at him.
In the end, Cheng Sizhou fell asleep with a pout.
The next day, they said goodbye to Lin Hanzhen, picked up some Fengbo specialties, and returned to Deng.
Cheng Sizhou could still rest for two days, but Wen Zichuan had to return to the company to start work because of the recording schedule of "Xiao Chongshan".
The good news is that Pinault has been discharged from the hospital. The doctor said that he has recovered well, but he needs to pay attention to rest and avoid overwork and excessive emotions.
Chen Yilan adjusted the work arrangements of the screenwriter team and asked her not to write for the time being. If she really couldn't stay idle, she could come with her to supervise the studio.
On the afternoon of October 6th, at the Second Sound office area.
The work schedule of the radio drama "Xiao Chongshan" is posted on an entire wall, with marks of different colors densely packed. Behind each mark is the blood and tears of the office workers who work so hard.
As soon as Wen Zichuan returned to the company, he was pulled into the actor and production team, and was bombarded with information. Chen Yilan and An Jie were coordinating the recording progress for tomorrow.
During the National Day holiday, Chen Yilan was running between home and the hospital, while Teacher An flew to two different cities to attend comic conventions.
Seeing that everyone was already fully engaged in their work, Wen Zichuan encouraged himself and decided to put his best foot forward for tomorrow's recording.
"Teacher Wen." Chen Yilan finished his work and came over to hand him a cup of coffee. "Did you go out and relax during the National Day holiday?"
"Does it count as a trip back to my hometown?" Wen Zichuan took the coffee and smiled.
"Never mind. I'll just go home and chew on some of it for a few days." Chen Yilan joked, "Thank you very much. If I had known that Teacher Mu Cen's signature was more effective than any medicine prescribed by a doctor, I would have gone to the capital to buy it wholesale."
"By the way, when I asked Mu Cen for his autograph, he didn't seem to know Pinot?"
"Maybe we've met before, but we're probably not familiar with each other."
"Is that so? I thought there would be more communication between the screenwriter and the actors."
"Actually, the Second Voice and the Guohua Music Society haven't had much cooperation. 'Song of the Snowy Road' is just a test, but there probably won't be a next time." Chen Yilan shrugged.
"Why?" Wen Zichuan thought. If Second Voice didn't cooperate with Guohuayinshe, it would be difficult for Pinot to realize his wish to write a script for Mr. Mu Cen. "Is it because they don't accept BL works?"
"That's just one aspect," Chen Yilan mused. "Second Voice also has other types of works, but in terms of popularity and IP development, they are far inferior to danmei works. This is determined by the audience. When President Jin discusses cooperation with various studios, he will agree on a profit-sharing ratio. If the works and actors are very popular, Second Voice will make appropriate concessions. If the works are not popular enough and the actors do not have enough fans, they will most likely use the platform's traffic to promote them. In this case, the profit ratio given by President Jin will not be too high."
"If we only look at the number of fans, Mu Cen is indeed not as good as An Jie and Zheng Tu."
"Yes, business is business. The boss needs to make money and we need to eat."
Wen Zichuan understood what Chen Yilan said. Mu Cen's status in the industry was there. If he asked for a lower price, he would be lowering his status. If he asked for a higher price, President Jin wouldn't be able to bear the loss. After all, for the same price, both An Jie and Zheng Tu could bring more popularity and traffic, so Second Voice didn't have to cooperate with Guo Huayin Society.
Wen Zichuan just listened to these reasons and let them go.
Instead of worrying about these gods fighting, it is better to worry about yourself first. If Cheng Sizhou had not backed him up, he would not have been able to survive until today with the little money he earned.
On the way home, Wen Zichuan sent a message to a "househusband": "Brother Zhou, Teacher An is coming to our place for a recording tomorrow. Don't you have something to ask him? You can come and meet him."
Cheng Sizhou replied: "Okay, I just happened to pick you up from get off work."
Wen Zichuan sent a silly smiling emoticon of "Hehe". He has picked up Brother Zhou from get off work so many times, so it's his turn to pick him up this time, right?
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