You who walk against the light

Zhong Kaifan is waiting for the reply of the email.

Obviously, the other party was more patient than him, and a new email didn't pop up in the inbox until Dongfang was white.

It is an English sentence: Received.

Zhong Kaifan stayed up all night, the stubble gradually appeared, his eyes were black and blue, and his whole face was strangely pale.The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He felt that the other party's offer was too low. Who the hell?

At around six o'clock in the morning, Zhong Kaifan drank a cup of black coffee on an empty stomach. During this period of time, he rarely paid attention to the information on the Internet. When he clicked on the web version of Weibo, there were sporadic anecdotes on the top searches.

Looking at Lin Yuan's official Weibo, a string of fans praised him, but he didn't see any bad rumors.

He walked towards the bathroom, the faucet was turned on all night, the water in the sink overflowed and replenished, and so on.

In life, Zhong Kaifan is a restrained and introspective person. He loves animals and likes to grow flowers and plants. In the past, he would keep the rice water left over by Lin Yuan before steaming the rice to water the flowers.Influenced by his grandfather's frugality since he was a child, he pays close attention to environmental protection in private.

At this moment, he allowed the water to wash over the phone screen, as if only in this way could he commemorate the wounds in Lin Yuan's heart.

Zhong Kaifan can't tell what it feels like to hate, all the strength is accumulated little by little, like Mount Fuji that has been sleeping for a hundred years, looking from a distance, only the lake is as blue as a mirror.Only when we got closer, did we find that the foothills of the mountain were cratered like the moon, and the magma hidden in the mantle surged, which was dangerous and hot.

After tidying up a bit, Zhong Kaifan was ready to drive to work.

Seeing that Zhong Kaifan arrived early, Duan Qi quickly said: "The meeting of the new project has been postponed to the afternoon, and the person in charge of the project is on his way."

Zhong Kaifan nodded, "What time?"

Duan Qi was startled, "At three o'clock sharp, I sent you an email."

Zhong Kaifan thought for a moment, remembered that his mobile phone was broken, and he couldn't see the emails in the mobile phone, so he said calmly, "Please help me buy a new mobile phone and set up a new number."

Duan Qi didn't think much, just asked: "Is it still the same model as before?"

"You don't need to be the same as the last one, any model is fine." After Zhong Kaifan finished explaining, he walked steadily towards the office.

When it was getting dark, Zhong Kaifan installed a new SIM card into his phone.

Seeing him frequently verifying WeChat logins, Xiao Zheng couldn't help but say, "I'll do it."

Zhong Kaifan sat silently at the desk, and heard Xiao Zheng say, "You are so grown up, why did you lose your phone?"

Zhong Kaifan smiled, "Just change to a new mobile phone."

Fortunately, he seldom uses the Internet to pay, and his secretary pays the bill when he travels. Friends on WeChat can synchronize information, so that he will not lose contacts.As for the work contact, Xiao Zheng has a backup there.

After the office was quiet again, Zhong Kaifan called An Ran and asked about Lin Yuan's work status.

An Ran said: "It's all normal, what's the matter? Did you see the black material on the Internet?"

"What black material?"

"Sister-brother love, rely on the agent, and step on it with peers."

Zhong Kaifan's tone was indifferent, "Oh, I heard it a little bit."

An Ran's tone was brisk: "This is all normal, how can an artist not be hacked? It's not going to be a big deal."

"That's all?" Zhong Kaifan asked quietly.

"That's all, what else do you want to see?" An Ran said with a strange tone, "If I didn't call you, it means everything is normal."

Zhong Kaifan gave a soft 'hmm' and confessed: "If there are any problems that cannot be solved, please let me know in time."

An Ran was stunned for a moment, a warm feeling appeared in her heart, and her tone was soothing, "Understood, don't worry about it."

Having said that, Zhong Kaifan felt a little relieved.

Before leaving get off work, Zhong Kaifan received a mass personnel change announcement in his work mailbox. Zhong Ziming had submitted his resignation report, and the new deputy general manager was about to take office.

Withdrawing from Huiding was also a relief for Zhong Ziming.

On the weekend, Zhong Ziming asked Min Changping, Feng Cong, and Guo Jichuan to have dinner together.

Except for Zhong Ziming who can't drink alcohol due to physical reasons, the old men can drink a lot

Staggered.

Feng Cong stood up crookedly, tapped Zhong Ziming, and pointed to his heart: "Dude, I wish you a long life!"

"Hey!" Zhong Ziming's eyes turned hot, "Hey, it's boring!"

Feng Cong smiled, in front of him were friends who had known each other for many years, and there was no need to avoid it. He was like a storyteller, with a tone of voice, "Guess, how much Zhong Ziming cheated his brother?"

Min Changping guessed: "Shouldn't it be a few million?"

Guo Jichuan sneered: "Lin Yuan is Zhong Kaifan's precious lump, how can a few million be enough? Tens of millions—"

Feng Cong restrained his smile, his eyes were sober, and he looked at Zhong Ziming, his eyes were a little red: "This grandson has earned 20 yuan! But he is so awesome, hahahaha..."

There was silence during the meeting.

Feng Cong pointed at Zhong Ziming's nose and scolded: "As for the crap movie made by Lin Yuan, let alone let Zhong Kaifan make a lot of money, can you make a bit of money? Don't you hate it that much? It's not because he indirectly killed Zhong Kaifan." Brilliant?! What’s wrong with you at the end?”

Zhong Ziming took a deep breath, his chest felt tight, "Hey, you drank too much."

Feng Cong said relentlessly: "You treat him like your own brother, and he doesn't love you!" He took a sip of his mulled wine, "Oh, my mother's heart aches so badly."

Min Changping persuaded Guo Cong: "It's fine, it's fine, don't say a few words, doesn't Zhong Kaifan still know about it?" Besides, Zhong Ziming didn't want Zhong Kaifan to know, the relationship has already been deadlocked, why bother to add trouble.

Zhong Ziming was wearing a round-neck knitted sweater with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, his voice was dull and a little annoyed: "Can't you just hurt me?"

Feng Cong held back his emotions and grinned, "Huh? I love hearing that!"

The atmosphere became more relaxed, and after a while, Guo Jichuan asked, "When will the surgery be?"

Zhong Ziming's tone was calm: "We'll talk about it when we come back from Europe."

"Don't procrastinate, you are a rotten person!" Feng Cong complained about him again.

Zhong Ziming smiled, "I really discussed it with the doctor this time."

"Where's Tian Xin? Miss Ren follows you like this, why don't you think about her?" Min Changping asked.

Zhong Ziming sighed, and said with a broken jar, "Hey, it's still unknown if I'll get off the operating table or not!"

"What nonsense!" Guo Jichuan shouted at him.

Zhong Ziming sneered, and sat crookedly in the chair, with a kind of languid handsomeness, and his tone was loose: "Let's see, anyway, she is very busy with work recently, so she probably doesn't have time to go to Europe together."

"Have you got your mother's visa?" Min Changping asked.

Zhong Ziming nodded: "I have come down a long time ago, I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

"The old lady is finally willing to let go, hasn't she been reluctant to leave Beijing before?"

"It's not because Huiding was troubled by troubles before, and she couldn't worry about it. Now that it's all right, my mother has nothing to worry about." Zhong Ziming said calmly, bowing his head and taking a sip of tea.

Guo Jichuan asked him, "When are you leaving?"

"April, I can stay for more than two months. I have to go and see Tian Xin before I leave. Don't let her think that I am unreliable."

A group of people burst into laughter, and the oppressive atmosphere seemed to be swept away.

The air was filled with a strong aroma of wine, and the faces of these people were real and soothing. Although they said some vague words, Zhong Ziming felt extremely at ease.It was worth it to meet their group of friends.

After the meal, Zhong Ziming stuffed them into the driver's car one by one, and told the driver to drive slowly. After explaining, he turned and walked towards his own car.As soon as the person got back into the car, the phone vibrated, and it was Tian Xin who asked, "How are things packed?"

Zhong Ziming spoke briskly: "It's okay," he paused, and his tone was gentle, "Do you want to have supper?"

"I lose weight." Tian Xin whispered.

Zhong Ziming smiled: "Are you still filming in the old place?"

"Ah."

"All right, I'll come over to accompany you for supper." Zhong Ziming hung up the phone without any explanation.

In February, Beijing is still a bit cold. Tian Xin is filming an urban drama recently, telling the short stories of parents

.The shooting location was set in a residential area, and the surrounding area was quite prosperous.

There was no scene for her in the middle, guessing that Zhong Ziming was coming soon, she wrapped up a coat and came out.

Looking from a distance, Zhong Ziming's car had already parked on the side of the road, with double flashing lights on.

Zhong Ziming saw her figure from a long distance away, and got out of the car first. Today, he was wearing a camel cashmere jacket with a round neck sweater inside, looking handsome and refined.

Before Tian Xin had time to run towards him, she suddenly felt her left leg being embraced, and a sweet voice resounded in the air: "Mom—"

Zhong Ziming laughed out loud. Through the dim streetlight, he saw Tian Xin bent over, frowned and said, "I'm not your mother!"

One big and one small were arguing like this, Zhong Ziming saw the child clearly, it was a little girl around five years old, the crew members had already walked over, and stretched out their hands to the little girl: "This is the mother in the play, not the real mother! "

The child hugged Tian Xin's neck, "I don't care!"

Just as they were talking, the child's biological parents had already walked over, a little embarrassed, "Take a break midway, Sissy said she wants to eat roasted corn."

Tian Xin breathed a sigh of relief when his colleagues left, and looked at Zhong Ziming sullenly: "I was really scared to death just now."

Zhong Ziming stood quietly opposite her. Seeing her curly hair, like a young charter woman, he couldn't help but want to laugh, and reached out to stroke her broken hair, "What's the experience of an unmarried woman acting as a stepmother?"

Tian Xin held his hand and brought his palm close to her face, "The experience of wanting to get married—"

A trace of unbearableness flashed in Zhong Ziming's eyes, and he thought for a while before saying, "Didn't your mother just scold you last time? Forgot it so quickly?"

Tian Xin sniffed, "Just listen to me when she scolds me."

Zhong Ziming stroked her face lightly with his thumb, and sighed, "Are you so stubborn?"

"Marriage is free, isn't it?" She raised her voice, her eyes were wet, her breathing trembled, and her emotions were stuck in her throat.

Zhong Ziming felt a burst of eagerness in his heart.

After a while, he opened his arms, hugged Tian Xin into his arms, and said word by word: "If I get off the operating table, I will spend my whole life with you."

Tears welled up in Tian Xin's eyes. She could hear the negative meaning of his words, and her heart ached beyond measure, and she pushed him hard: "You stink, don't hug me! You ran to the drinking place again, how much did I tell you? Next time, less entertainment!"

Zhong Ziming hugged her tightly, and his breath was buried in her hair. He smelled the faint rose fragrance and the smell of fruit candy. He said shamelessly: "It doesn't matter if I smell bad. You can smell it if you smell good." ?”

The two laughed at the same time, making people dumbfounded.