Hospital, ward.
Qiao Min was sitting on the head of the bed in her hospital gown, with a needle inserted in her left hand for an IV drip and her right hand casually flipping through a magazine.
After a successful operation a few days ago, she has entered the recovery period. Her face is still pale, but she seems to have recovered a lot.
"Are you hungry?"
At this time, Fang Zhi's voice came from the door.
Qiao Min looked up and saw Fang Zhi carrying a thermos bucket into the ward. He closed the door and explained as he walked, "I was stuck in traffic for a while, so I'm late."
"It's okay, I'm not hungry." Qiao Min closed the magazine nonchalantly, bent her legs and sat up a little, then pulled the quilt closer. "Sitting still all day doesn't burn any energy at all. I feel like I haven't even digested my breakfast yet."
Fang Zhi smiled, put the thermos on the bedside table and unscrewed it. "Don't worry, the doctor said you're recovering well. I'll take you for a walk in the garden in a couple of days when you can get out of bed."
As he spoke, he took out several dishes from the thermos bucket one by one, and then took out a bowl and spoon to pour a bowl of soup.
Qiao Min tilted her head to watch him busying himself, her eyes quickly landing on his hands: "What happened to your injury?"
Fang Zhi's hands were still wrapped in gauze, the result of holding the fragments of the "magic lamp" in despair that day.
Qiao Min had asked Fang Zhi about it the day after she woke up from surgery, and he'd explained it as an "accidental fall." But during ward rounds this morning, she heard a different version from the nurse: Fang Zhi had broken something downstairs and, like a maniac, clutched at the fragments, causing the cut.
Fang Zhi paused when he heard this, figuring she must have heard something, so he stopped using the previous pretense and turned around with the bowl in hand, sitting sideways on the edge of the bed. "While you were having surgery the other day, I went out to buy something. I ended up getting bumped downstairs and it broke. I was a little upset at the time, and I accidentally got scratched by the debris."
After hearing what he said, Qiao Min not only understood a lot, but also suddenly felt a little distressed.
Because she could imagine how much psychological pressure Fang Zhi must have been under when she was in the operating room, hanging in the balance. The so-called "a bit mentally broken" might just be an understatement. The actual situation was probably even more difficult to endure.
Thinking of this, she didn't ask any more questions. She just smiled faintly, took the soup from Fang Zhi, lowered her head and took a sip.
"How does it taste?" Fang Zhi asked, "I made something sweet and sour today, thinking it would be a good start to whet your appetite."
Qiao Min swallowed the soup, licked her lips, and was about to answer when she heard two knocks on the ward door.
The two turned their heads and saw that the door had been opened. Two uniformed policemen walked in one after another.
The couple was just wondering when the leading police officer approached and showed his ID: "Hello, is this Fang Zhi?"
Seeing Fang Zhi nodded, the other party continued, "Look, we're investigating a fraud case that may be related to you. We need to ask you a few questions. Would you be willing to come out with us for a moment?"
Hearing this, Qiao Min frowned in surprise, and Fang Zhi suddenly seemed to have a premonition of something. He turned around and told Qiao Min, "You eat first, I'll be back soon."
As he said that, he stood up and followed the police out of the ward.
Five minutes later, at the end of the hospital corridor.
On the chair in the rest area, the older policeman was briefly explaining the situation to Fang Zhi, while the younger one was sitting next to him with his head down, taking notes.
Just as Fang Zhi had anticipated, the suspect of fraud they were talking about was the fortune-teller.
According to the investigation, the old man had used the same rhetoric he had used on the other party on the overpass many times, deceiving others into renting or buying his "magic lamp" on the grounds that "you will experience two major disasters."
However, the reactions of those who heard this set of rhetoric for the first time were almost the same as Fang Zhi's at that time. They were either dismissive or scoffed at it. Few people would believe it on the spot.
However, the cleverness of the old man lies in the fact that the "disaster" in his rhetoric is not one but two, and the targets he chooses are almost all young and middle-aged people in their thirties or forties.
This age group has elderly parents and young children to take care of, and the probability of problems in life, work, relationships, etc. is very high. For example, parents may have health problems due to their advancing age, or couples may quarrel and divorce due to relationship discord.
These should be considered common setbacks, but after the old man's psychological suggestion, it is easy for people to have the thought of "Why am I so unlucky lately? Is this the so-called 'disaster'?"
And this thought will raise a question - if this is really a disaster, then what will the second disaster be?
Once this question arises, there are usually three possible outcomes:
The first type is that although they are vaguely worried, they are still relatively rational and will not be deceived, but will continue to live their own lives.
The second option is that although they are skeptical, they think the price of renting a lamp is not too expensive. In order to avoid experiencing a "second disaster", they go back to the old man to rent the lamp, just as if they are spending a small amount of money to buy peace of mind.
The third type is quite special. This type of people belongs to a very small minority, but also the one with the most urgent needs.
What they encountered was not "setbacks" but "heavy blows".
For example, Fang Zhi.
After meeting the old man by chance, he soon experienced the great trauma of his daughter falling from the building. This trauma brought more than just worry. It would cause grief, regret and even panic, and the word "disaster" would be deeply engraved in the mind, making people extremely afraid of the arrival of the "second time".
This type of people is exactly the "key" that the old man casts a wide net to catch fish. Because they are frightened and urgently need to find some kind of dependence and security, they often pay a high price for it in a panic.
Fang Zhi's situation was even more special - two huge blows occurred one after another, and both happened to be related to his closest relatives. It was as if the old man's prophecy was completely "fulfilled", making him believe it without a doubt and even willing to go all out.
This extremely rare case was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise for the old man, a godsend opportunity that he himself had not expected, so he boldly called out an astonishingly high price of hundreds of thousands, and Fang Zhi did not disappoint him, and paid the money without much hesitation.
At this point in the case, the entire story has basically been revealed.
The main purpose of the police coming to Fang Zhi today was to confirm with the victim the details of the day of the crime, that is, the specific process of Fang Zhi spending 200,000 to buy the "magic lamp" that day, to support the suspect's confession in order to form a complete and effective chain of evidence.
After listening to the case and their purpose, Fang Zhi was silent for a moment and asked, "So he... has been caught now?"
"Yes," the policeman replied, "the reason we found you is because he has confessed that he recently defrauded you of two hundred thousand dollars."
Fang Zhi blinked in thought and asked, "Then how did you first discover this? Did another victim report it?"
Upon hearing this question, the two policemen looked at each other and both felt that his focus was a bit strange. After all, most victims of fraud cases are concerned about either "Can I get my money back?" or "How long will the scammer be sentenced for?" It is rare to find someone like him who cares about the reason for filing the case.
Because this question involved the privacy of other victims, they were not in a position to explain in detail, so in the end they simply nodded and said, "Yes."
Fang Zhi nodded. Seeing that they seemed reluctant to elaborate, he did not ask any further questions. He followed their instructions and recounted in detail the process of receiving the call from the old man that day, negotiating the price, and withdrawing money to buy the lamp. He also confirmed several key details in response to their questions.
After confirming everything, the young policeman closed the interrogation record in his hand.
The two were about to stand up and say goodbye when the older man suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, regarding your 200,000 yuan, since you used cash instead of a bank transfer, it's considered stolen money and property directly related to the case. After the investigation is completed, it will be handed over to the procuratorate as evidence in the case. It will only be returned to you according to law after the procuratorate files an indictment and the court makes a formal judgment."
It was not until he heard this that Fang Zhi realized that he had never cared about the whereabouts of the 200,000 yuan. He was stunned for a moment, and then quickly understood and said, "Okay."
The two policemen stood up, and Fang Zhi followed suit. The older officer patted his arm and said earnestly, "Young man, I understand how you felt at the time and why you were deceived. But understanding is understanding, but you still need to be rational when encountering such things in the future. Don't be fooled again. Why not use the 200,000 yuan to do something else? Even buy some nutritional supplements for your wife?"
Hearing this, Fang Zhi couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I understand, thank you."
The other party didn't say anything more, patted him on the shoulder again, and turned away with another policeman.
Fang Zhi stood there, watching the two people's backs go away, with mixed feelings in his heart.
He actually never thought that the money could be returned.
It's not because he doesn't care, but because the original intention of spending this money was to hope that Qiao Min's operation would be successful. Although the lamp was broken halfway and didn't play any role at all, Qiao Min's operation was indeed successful, which was actually a miracle in his opinion.
What's more, after experiencing two huge shocks in his life, he has indeed become more open-minded - money is ultimately external to the body, even if it is gone, there will always be more in the future, as long as the person is still alive, it is better than anything else.
only……
But it's a good thing to get the money back.
All that is lost and recovered is a good thing.
Fang Zhi's mood was in turmoil.
After a long moment, he shook his head with a sigh and a self-deprecating smile, then turned and walked towards the ward.
"Congratulations to Mr. Xu on finishing the filming!"
In the ward setting, the crew came forward with several bouquets of flowers and handed them to Xu Yi, who was still wearing a hospital gown on the bed. People around also came forward to congratulate him:
"Congratulations!"
"Congratulations, Teacher Xu!"
"Thank you, thank you," Xu Yi happily took the flowers and got off the bed with a smile, "Thank you all for your hard work."
After today's scenes, all of Xu Yi's scenes have been filmed. He has officially bid farewell to the role of Qiao Min and is about to bid farewell to the crew.
"No other plans for tonight," Zhuang Yan said with a smile. "Everyone, pack up and change your clothes. Then go upstairs to attend Xiao Xu's wrap party."
Because these scenes were all shot in simple interiors such as wards and corridors, and did not involve exteriors of the inpatient department or any high-end medical equipment, they were not filmed on location in the hospital. Instead, just like the previous company scene with Fang Zhi, the office area upstairs in the villa business club was arranged as a hospital ward.
The rooftop of the clubhouse happened to be an open platform for tourists to drink tea and enjoy the view, so the crew simply arranged Xu Yi's wrap party there.
Zhuang Yan's original intention was to simply celebrate the wrap of a single actor with a small group dinner, without making anything too elaborate. However, considering everyone's hard work and months of hard work, he accepted the suggestions of several team leaders and the assistant director and decided to use Xu Yi's wrap as a chance for everyone to relax and unwind with a barbecue buffet.
The sun had already set by now. The staff cleaned up the set quickly as Zhuang Yan had instructed, and the actors went to change their clothes.
Seeing Xu Yi walking to the dressing room by herself with several bouquets of flowers, which looked inconvenient, the staff followed her and helped her carry half of the flowers: "Why didn't I see Xiao You today? Didn't she come?"
"Thank you." Xu Yi thanked him first, and then explained, "Aren't we leaving tomorrow? I asked her to go to the city to buy some things this afternoon, and she hasn't come back yet."
"Oh—" the staff understood immediately, "Buying local specialties?"
Xu Yi smiled and didn't deny it: "Almost."
The stagehand nodded and temporarily became her assistant, accompanying her to the dressing room to change her clothes, and then came out to walk upstairs with everyone else in a lively manner.
7pm, on the rooftop of the business club.
On the rooftop designed to imitate the streets of an ancient town, a winding gravel path divides the entire platform into several areas of different sizes. The half-human-high street lamps on both sides of the path, accompanied by the moonlight, illuminate the surroundings with a staggered pattern of light and dark.
Although Xu Yi's filming completion was just an excuse for the dinner party, everyone still treated her like a protagonist with great enthusiasm. Before the party started, they urged her to give a speech about the completion of the filming, and then they all gave her farewell wishes and presented the prepared cakes and gifts.
However, what no one expected was that the crew prepared a wrap-up ceremony for Xu Yi, but she also prepared a farewell ceremony for the crew.
When everyone received the inexpensive but exquisite little gift, they finally realized, "No wonder Xiao You was away all afternoon. He was preparing gifts! Teacher Xu is so thoughtful!"
"It's my duty. Thank you all for your care during this period," Xu Yi said modestly. "They are not rare items. I hope you don't mind."
After saying that, she didn't ask everyone to continue to surround her, and she and Xiao You invited everyone to eat and drink on their own.
The crowd then dispersed a little, gathering in groups of three or five in various areas separated by paths. Some had buffets, some had barbecues, some chatted, and some drank.
Ten minutes later, in the corner of the rooftop.
The replica of an old wooden waterwheel was turning slowly, and the fan-like water trough poured water continuously into the water channel, which then transported the water to the stone mortar in front, driving the tail of the wooden pestle, making it rise and fall like pounding rice.
Under the pavilion-like trellis next to them, Jiang Que and Song Yecheng sat on a wooden block shaped like a tree stump. In front of them was a barbecue grill, and above their heads were green vines and a few small lights hanging among the vines.
"Here, eat this."
Song Yecheng nudged Jiang Que with his elbow and handed him a skewer of barbecued meat: "This one is ready to eat."
The crew had already set up the barbecue grill and ingredients. Song Yecheng didn't know where the interest came from, but as soon as the opening was over, he pulled Jiang Que to this corner and said he wanted to grill something to eat.
The wound on his hand had not healed yet, and Jiang Que didn't want him to move around, so he planned to grill it himself. However, Song Yecheng insisted on "skewering" it himself. Even though Jiang Que had already pulled his injured hand aside and clamped it, he still fiddled with it with one hand.
Jiang Que really couldn't resist and had to watch from the side. After watching for a while, he found that the one-armed man was quite skilled in operation, so he felt relieved. He still held his right hand, but his attention was slowly attracted to the waterwheel next to him.
Jiang Que came back to his senses after being poked by him. He raised his hand to take the skewers in front of him and subconsciously looked at them for two seconds.
"It's not spicy," Song Yecheng said, "I didn't sprinkle any chili powder on it."
Jiang Que glanced at him in surprise, wondering how this guy could read his mind. Unexpectedly, Song Yecheng instantly understood his words: "Come on, I've been eating with you for a few months. How could I not know whether you can eat spicy food or not?"
Jiang Que got the answer twice before he could say anything. He almost doubted whether he could hear his inner voice. Song Yecheng said with a smile: "Stop looking and try it."
Jiang Que withdrew his gaze, blew on the skewer of meat, and bit off a piece as he said.
"How is it?" Song Yecheng asked expectantly.
Jiang Que chewed it carefully for a few times and was surprised to find that it tasted quite good. He nodded quickly and, as if wanting him to verify it himself, handed the skewer to his mouth.
As soon as they handed it over, they both couldn't help but be stunned.
The next second, Jiang Que realized that this action was somewhat ambiguous and wanted to withdraw his hand immediately, but Song Yecheng did not give him the chance. He reacted very quickly and grabbed his wrist, then took a bite of the skewer.
Jiang Que watched him chew it twice and swallow it whole, and couldn't help but swallow it too: "...Is it delicious?"
Song Yecheng swallowed quickly because it was a little hot. At this moment, his esophagus was still warm and he couldn't taste the flavor at all. But because of Jiang Que's unintentional action, he inexplicably felt that the taste was endless and he couldn't stop smiling: "It's delicious. My cooking skills are really good."
The smile was like a flash of magic star, jumping out from his eyes as he looked at Jiang Que, and lightly jumped into Jiang Que's eyes, making him laugh unconsciously.
At this moment, Jiang Que suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure behind Song Yecheng.
The position where the figure was located was actually dark for them sitting under the lamp. If it weren't for the fact that the other party's movement of approaching this side and then suddenly stopping was a bit eye-catching, he might not have been noticed at all.
Jiang Que turned his head to look in that direction, and seeing this, Song Yecheng also turned his head. It took a while for him to adjust to the light before he could see the man clearly.
Tong Qian?
Tong Qian saw that she had been discovered by the two, and she started walking again after stopping, and walked straight towards them: "You two teachers are sitting in a very far place, I had to go around in circles before I could find you."
Although this was said with a smile, it still sounded awkward.
Tong Qian was indeed embarrassed.
As Xu Yi's agent, she came to Yinling today under the pretext of congratulating Xu Yi on the completion of the filming, but in fact she came to talk to Song Yecheng about something.
Just now, after being asked by Xu Yi about the schedule after "Searching for the Lantern", she started looking for Song Yecheng everywhere. Unexpectedly, she saw Song Yecheng's figure not far away. When she was about to walk up to him, she suddenly witnessed the two of them feeding each other and smiling at each other. She immediately suspected that she had discovered something serious, so she stopped abruptly, feeling that she didn't know whether to leave or stay.
Now that she had been discovered by the two of them, she had no choice but to walk over. Fortunately, she had foresight and had picked up a fruit salad when she passed by the dining table, which came in handy at this moment.
"You guys are just going to eat barbecue?" Tong Qian walked under the trellis, put the salad in her hand next to the grill, sat down on a wooden stake nearby, raised her chin towards the salad, and said, "Would you like some fruit?"
"Thanks."
Song Yecheng said politely, picked up a strawberry on a stick and handed it to Jiang Que, then turned around and asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?"
He wasn't familiar with Jiang Que or Tong Qian, so he knew without much thought that she couldn't have come just to give him fruit.
Tong Qian had long heard that Song Yecheng was not the kind of person who liked to talk nonsense, so she didn't bother to talk about other things and frankly admitted, "Yes, there is something I want to discuss with you."
As she spoke, she glanced at Jiang Que with an ambiguous expression, then turned back and continued, "I made an appointment with Director Chi a few days ago, and he told me that you've confirmed that you'll be on 'Infinite N+N', right?"
This kind of thing is not a secret in the circle, so Song Yecheng has nothing to hide: "Well, what's wrong?"
Tong Qian smiled and said, "Here's what I was thinking. Generally speaking, people appear on TV shows to promote new works. So, if there's a chance, wouldn't it be better if the two protagonists appear together?"
Hearing this, Song Yecheng seemed to understand something: "Are you talking about Xu Yi?"
Unexpectedly, Tong Qian shook her head: "No, I mean Tang Yao."
Without waiting for Song Yecheng to react, she continued to explain, "'Searching for the Lantern' hasn't finished filming yet, so it's still a long way off for release. However, 'Heaven Will Snow' will definitely be released in the second half of the year, and 'Infinite N+N' also happens to be airing in the second half of the year. If you and Tang Yao were on the show together, wouldn't that be a great opportunity to promote the movie?"
In fact, whether it is Tang Yao or Xu Yi, it makes no difference to Song Yecheng, because his original intention of appearing on the show was not for publicity at all, but because the guest setting of the show allowed him to appear on the show with Jiang Que.
To put it bluntly, he just wanted to be in the same frame with Jiang Que.
But Jiang Que didn't know the reason, and Song Yecheng didn't plan to publicize it. So after listening to Tong Qian's words, he just said, "But this program needs guests who are both on stage and behind the scenes. Tang Yao and I are both on stage. Doesn't that meet the requirements?"
"You don't have to be in the same group," Tong Qian had obviously done her homework and wasn't at all taken aback by the question. "Why don't you two be the front of the stage and each invite someone behind the scenes?"
This plan sounded ideal, but after listening to it, Song Yecheng was a little confused about her intentions: "Then shouldn't you discuss it with Chi Jinan? I'm not from the program team. At most, I can only decide the candidates for my team. How can I make decisions for other teams?"
If Tong Qian wanted Tang Yao to be in the same group with him, then it would be understandable that she came to him to make the arrangements, but now she wanted the two of them to be in separate groups, and no matter how big a star Song Yecheng was, he was just one of the guests, and it was impossible for him to decide who to invite and who not to invite for the program team. Tong Qian came all the way to discuss this with him, which was really confusing.
However, Tong Qian seemed to have anticipated this question and immediately said happily, "I don't have the power to make decisions, but I do have the power to make suggestions. Director Chi himself said that you are his first choice for a guest. Whether or not to promote your work on the show, and which work to promote, is up to you. As long as you need it, he can make it convenient for you."
After hearing this, Song Yecheng finally understood - Chi Jinan wanted to do him a favor.
After all, Tang Yao is not a top star, and she was definitely not on the list of people Chi Jinan planned to invite. However, Chi Jinan gave the decision to Song Yecheng, which was considered to be giving him enough face.
Thinking of this, Song Yecheng couldn't help but feel both amused and confused.
He actually didn't mind taking on this favor, but...
"Is this Tang Yao's own idea?" he asked.
Based on his understanding of Tang Yao, if she really wanted to be on this show, she would most likely contact him directly to inquire about the situation, rather than going through the trouble of asking Tong Qian to mediate.
Sure enough, Tong Qian was stunned when she heard this: "Oh...that's not the case."
After she finished speaking, she seemed to hesitate for a moment about how to explain, and then she smiled awkwardly and said, "To be honest, I came here today to help Tang Yao get this resource... Actually, it was Mr. He's idea."
He Jingsheng?
This was an answer that Song Yecheng did not expect.
He would actually help Tang Yao get resources?
Thinking of Tang Yao's initial resistance to He Jingsheng, and then thinking about the relationship between Jiang Que and He Jingsheng, Song Yecheng couldn't help but look to the side in confusion.
However, this glance did not bring him any effective feedback, because Jiang Que was not listening to them at all. Not only that, he was even bored and played a stand-alone Sudoku on his mobile phone.
This behavior is really strange for Jiang Que. You know, he is a guy who has so many mobile phone apps that he can't even hold a handful of them. Song Yecheng has never seen him play games.
Looking at the almost full Killer Sudoku grid on the screen, Song Yecheng suddenly felt like laughing - he didn't know how boring the topic Tong Qian started was to force Jiang Que to start playing mobile games.
Thinking of this, his mood inexplicably became particularly bright, and he suddenly turned around and said, "Okay, I'll say hello to Liang Heming tomorrow and ask him to discuss it with Chi Jinan."
"ah?"
He agreed so suddenly that Tong Qian was stunned for a moment before she reacted: "Oh, okay."
Not only was she caught off guard, she was actually a little baffled, because in her opinion, those few seconds just now were clearly - Song Yecheng turned around to ask Jiang Que what he thought, but didn't even get a glance. But suddenly, as if a nerve was touched, he smiled at Jiang Que for several seconds, and then agreed happily.
……poisonous.
Tong Qian complained silently in her heart.
Thinking back to when she saw the news of him and Tang Yao's "relationship" trending, she had actually thought there was something going on between them. But after what she had just seen not far away, coupled with what had happened now, she could completely conclude that it was nonsense! If this guy was straight, she would eat the barbecue grill alive!
"Anything else?"
Song Yecheng's question, which was clearly a warning to leave, interrupted her flurry of thoughts.
"Oh, that's all." Tong Qian quickly stood up and said with a wry smile, "Then you guys take your time eating. I'll be leaving first."
Song Yecheng nodded politely and watched her turn and walk away. Then he retracted his gaze and raised his arm to bump into the person beside him: "Hey, what's going on with He Jingsheng?"
Jiang Que had put away his phone at the right time.
Although he was playing games just now, he did not completely miss the conversation between the two. He actually heard the words "Mr. He" clearly, but he did not quite understand what Song Yecheng meant: "What do you mean?"
"It's about how he treats Tang Yao," Song Yecheng said, "Does he want to pursue her? Why did I hear Tang Yao say that she doesn't like him?"
Jiang Que actually knew the inside story, but he didn't know how to explain it properly. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Well... maybe the way he pursues people isn't right."
"Hmm?" Song Yecheng motioned for him to continue.
Jiang Que had originally just wanted to gloss over the issue, but Song Yecheng clearly wanted him to elaborate, so he pondered for a moment before picking out the key points: "He's not bad in himself, and there were many girls at school who were interested in him, but he only liked mature and independent girls, and his way of pursuing them was a bit... childish?"
Song Yecheng heard that he seemed to have a hard time finding the last adjective, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "For example?"
Jiang Que reminisced, his expression hard to describe. "For example... placing candles downstairs of someone's dormitory, ordering flowers for the classroom, or constantly sending gifts, or blocking the school gate in a luxury car and insisting on treating everyone in the dormitory to a meal. Anyway, these are all the high-profile and exaggerated methods you see in old idol dramas. Anyone mature enough would definitely not be able to stand this."
These persistent actions were indeed similar to what Tang Yao had described at the beginning. No wonder Tang Yao was so annoyed that she wanted to avoid them as much as possible.
Song Yecheng found it funny as he listened. After hearing the last sentence, he couldn't help but look a little more mischievous: "Oh? It seems like you know a lot, Teacher Bai?"
"Not really," Jiang Que touched the tip of his nose and said awkwardly, "I just think his way of pursuing me isn't bad, but it gives people the feeling that he's not really paying attention, or... not very sincere?"
Hearing this, Song Yecheng asked with interest: "Then how do you think pursuit is sincere?"
Jiang Que was clearly inexperienced. He blinked and pondered for a long moment before saying, "...Actually, I've never pursued anyone before, but I think if you really want to, you should at least cater to them, right? For example, Tang Yao is an actress, and she's so ambitious. If He Jingsheng had been able to quietly help her secure resources behind the scenes like he's doing today, it would have been much more meaningful to her."
Cater to his preferences.
Song Yecheng pondered for a moment, his mind shifting slightly as he looked at Jiang Que with a smile in his eyes: "What if the person I want to pursue is a writer? How can I please him?"
Although he did not mention anyone by name, the cunning in his eyes and the meaning in his words were as blunt as could be.
Jiang Que's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat. He quickly lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling.
At the same time, as if someone was chanting some kind of magic spell in his mind, he suddenly recalled the plate of reed on the dining table, the sweet bean curd in the kitchen in the morning, the taillights flashing in the parking lot at dawn, the late-night phone call about the demolition, and countless similar fragmented scenes in the past few months.
Cater to his preferences.
If this is really a skill, then Song Yecheng has actually learned it by himself.
What he did was not only to cater to their preferences, but also to think about what they thought and relieve their worries.
Perhaps he himself is not aware that his meticulous care has already quietly permeated every moment they spend together, moistening things silently, making people indulge in it and become addicted to it.
If the bell of the end had not finally rung, Jiang Que would have wished he could have indulged in it and continued this drunken dream forever.
"If I want to pursue a writer, how can I please him?"
Jiang Que raised his eyes silently and met Song Yecheng's gaze again. Although he was unable to give an answer for a long time, the answer in his eyes was so clear -
You don't need to please others at all.
You yourself are what I want but cannot get.
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