Shang Yechu leaned against the car, her head bowed, her long hair obscuring her expression.
"It's finally over. I'm leaving. Ye Chu. Goodbye."
Sheng Wenzhi nodded and turned to walk towards his car.
Shang Yechu raised her eyes to look at his back. Although Sheng Wenzhi's nonsensical words were cryptic, she actually understood them.
Sheng Wenzhi considered Shang Yechu a confidant. However, in his noble and pure heart, he had always disdained Shang Yechu's worldly scheming. He was tormented, conflicted, and even self-doubting because the person who saw through him was such a vulgar person as Shang Yechu. Until today, when Shang Yechu used him to "take the blame" and appease that old fox, President Shen, this vulgarity finally became unbearable.
Shang Yechu had always felt that Sheng Wenzhi had changed a lot, even to the point of being unrecognizable. But now she realized that he had never changed at all.
In junior high school, Sheng Wenzhi was tormented by the fact that her only friend was an ugly and stupid fat boy.
Now, Sheng Wenzhi is in pain because his only confidant is a busy, worldly person.
In junior high, Sheng Wenzhi reluctantly accepted Xiao Yezi as a friend because she was afraid of being bullied by her classmates; as an adult, Sheng Wenzhi reluctantly accepted Shang Yechu as a confidante because she was bound by past guilt.
This person… Sheng Wenzhi, actually dislikes nothing more than filming, adapting, writing scripts, publicity, signing contracts, writing copy for Shang Yechu, dealing with CEO Ji or Director Gu, engaging in insincere dealings with small vendors on the commercial street, attending vulgar dinners, or getting entangled in romantic relationships. He just wants to live in a vacuum, using other people's lives as material, observing and recording them through the veil, and writing his own nonsense.
Shang Yechu used past entanglements to pull him into the mundane world, forcing him to cope with things he was not good at, and emotions he was not good at.
Now, it's even. It's even... He's free. Eagerly free. He's going back to his vacuum chamber, and he'll never come out again.
Shang Yechu suddenly let out a cold laugh.
Is he actually thinking about getting rid of his burdens?
"stop."
Sheng Wenzhi stopped and looked back.
Shang Yechu stepped forward and held her phone screen up in front of him.
Several grotesque monsters appeared on the screen, howling loudly. Sheng Wenzhi stared intently at them. Suddenly, a deafening explosion rang out, and the screen went completely white.
"What's this?"
Shang Yechu said, "This is your movie."
Sheng Wenzhi was stunned for a moment, and then said somewhat slowly, "I didn't write that..."
“This is ‘Rules Street’,” Shang Yechu replied eagerly. “The adapted version is complete and will be released soon.”
Sheng Wenzhi's eyes widened.
The relaxed expression on the person in front of him froze. Before he could speak, Shang Yechu quickly said, "I didn't want to tell you about this. So when you appeared in front of the car, I could only change the subject by talking about dinner parties and shopping streets. I didn't expect you to be so hard to fool, and you ended up going to the dinner party with me without really understanding what was going on."
Why did you make that expression when I heard about it?
They huddled together for warmth in their youth. Two oddballs in their class, at the bottom of the food chain among their peers. The androgynous Er Yizi, and the fat, clumsy Pang Penguin. The two of them were tied together, like two lambs on a tray.
Now, Sheng Wenzhi dares to abandon her and return to his pristine ideal world. He then looks down upon her, judging her from afar, behind his protective barrier. She no longer has to endure pain and entanglement.
Don't even think about it!
If Shang Yechu ever achieves success, she will protect Sheng Wenzhi with her own strength, just as she always has. If Shang Yechu ever falls into the mire, she will drag Sheng Wenzhi down to hell with her. If Shang Yechu struggles in the mundane world for even a day, then Sheng Wenzhi will also roll in the dust with her, experiencing the same mediocrity, pain, and helplessness.
Sheng Wenzhi was the first person to treat her as an equal, the first person to help her find her self-worth, the first person to betray her, and the first person to make her doubt her own worth. This was the price he had to pay.
With a sense of gleeful hatred, Shang Yechu explained clearly, "Your novel is completely unsuitable for the market and can only be changed like this."
"Market? Unqualified?" Sheng Wenzhi repeated like a chatterbox.
“Yes.” Shang Yechu put away her phone. “Your novel doesn’t fit the aesthetics of the general public; it can only cater to a niche audience with its artsy feel. To put it bluntly, it’s a product for the spiritually empty, thrill-seeking, and intellectually challenged middle-class. If it were adapted into a movie, it would be a money-loser. That’s why I had to revise the script.”
These words came out without any thought, and Shang Yechu enjoyed the expression on Sheng Wenzhi's face, feeling a sense of vengeful pleasure.
"Although you think your creativity is unparalleled, the fact is that before you, there have been many works with similar styles to your novels, and without exception, they all flopped," Shang Yechu said slowly. "It wasn't my intention to create something that's just self-indulgent, because it's pointless. Sorry, that's reality."
"To be honest, I'm really relieved," Shang Yechu patted Sheng Wenzhi's shoulder and arm and laughed, "Little Mosquito."
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