After the white moonlight cuts the black

The tulip promised by Yan Hui was long overdue.

The little brother who delivered the flowers came late, with a disheveled face, his clothes wiped the white ash on the wall, and his nose covered the blood with a napkin.

The fresh and tender tulips lay in his arms, making them more peaceful and distant.

Meng Huaiming, who opened the door, was taken aback. The younger brother hurriedly explained that the elevator in the community was out of service for maintenance. He fell down while climbing the stairs of the safe passage.

Meng Huaiming agreed to him.

The little brother was still worried, still struggling to say sorry, his word order was chaotic like a fish at the mercy of others.

The fish belong to the sea of ​​iron and glass. They shuttle through the flesh and blood of this bustling city, experience the traffic jams, wear the lights at night, smell the food smell from the alleys, and the exhaust from the road.

Race against time, don't miss the opportunity, rush to the end of the contract, just to deliver a box of lunch and a bouquet of flowers for others

In "Rongchun" there is also a takeaway boy who can't knock on the door of a dead customer, just like the young flower delivery boy in front of him, the 1.8-meter-long boy is about to cry out of aggrieved.

Meng Huaiming guessed that he must not be so sad just because of the delay.

Yan Hui approached the entrance, and finished counting all the comments on his mobile phone in front of him.

When the little brother turned around, he wiped his eyes hard with his sleeve.

Yan Hui left the door open, and it didn't take long for them to hear whimpering, accompanied by the sound of the elevator door closing, and they were swallowed up in the lonely night.

Yan Hui handed over the tulips to Meng Chuqi, and the girl in the dark dress and the bright flowers echoed each other, like the sun enveloping the backlight.

The topic of "salt smoking" was interrupted, and the three of them felt empty for a while, and the takeaway ordered at night was not enough.

Meng Huaiming got up to go downstairs, Chu Qi pointed his fingers up, and would rather choose to fill his hunger with water than succumb to his uncle's devilish cooking.

In the early years, Meng Huaiming had just taken over Chuqi, and a bowl of tomato and egg noodles gave her a serious psychological shadow. Afterwards, whenever she encountered the combination of tomatoes and eggs, it was like meeting chowder with poisonous apples and spindles.

Meng Chuqi looked eagerly at Brother Yan, but Yan Hui had no choice but to stand up and stretch his body, the joints on his body were crackling non-stop.

He walked towards the cabinet, and Meng Huaiming put the manuscripts away by categories, and put the one with peer comparison on top.

"Uncle, are you okay?" Chu Qi put his hand together and asked him unclearly.

Meng Huaiming wanted to nod, but he subconsciously shook his head. He couldn't say anything good, and he couldn't say anything bad, both left and right were hanging by a line, just a thread of nine cauldrons.

There are many things that cannot be ambiguous, and more things will be ambiguous and discussed in this way, and there will be results. It is always not easy to solve them cleanly.

Only Meng Chuqi who can handle it neatly is still experiencing it.

That is handing in exam papers.

As soon as the bell rang, the deadline was up, everyone stopped writing and stood up, there was no room for turnover, and the good and the bad were clearly seen.

Chu Qi moved the tulips one by one into a mineral water bottle that was used as a temporary vase, and whispered: "It will be fine."

She doesn't comfort people, doesn't get comforted often, and she's actually pretty clumsy in the emotional realm.

Meng Huaiming was relieved by this teenage girl, and it was hard to say how much he enjoyed it.

He is lacking in the true meaning of love, but he has never understood the core of family affection.

The fate between him and his mother lasted for ten years, and the intimate time was only the first nine months of the ten years.

The brothers did not know the difference between their mother and ordinary mothers. The nanny told them that the wife is a woman with both talents and looks. She married her husband at the age of 20. The wife likes to dance, especially flamenco.

Meng Huaiming was fortunate enough to witness her dancing, wearing a brightly colored skirt, putting down her curly hair, and driving her body indulgently in the private space carefully created for the owner on the second floor.

Flamenco is a strong dance. Meng Huaiming reads contempt and arrogance from his mother's steps, and reads loneliness and sadness from her eyes.

Her father cheated many times. From her mother's 20s to 30s, commercial, provocative, and tacit cheatings were translated into countless languages ​​in her ten-year life.

She plays a passionate, classical and extravagant wife. She wears a cheongsam worth 100 million yuan. Her hobbies are buying luxury goods, raising dogs, baking, and attending various banquets with her husband. Demonstrate, learn to maintain style no matter when and where.

She didn't see her sons before she died, and Meng Huaiming only knew that her hair was cut very short.

Except for the nanny at home, no one knew she could flamenco, and no one would allow her to dance this kind of dance in public.

The brothers turned to their mother's intimate blog, where she documented a chat with a subordinate at her husband's company.

The subordinate married her boyfriend after graduating from university. The two are white-collar workers. They are not considered rich, but they have no worries about food and clothing. She asks her boss for maternity leave and chats with her mother in the coffee room about her ordinary and unattainable love. appear around.

Their mother was never one to generalize, and she believed in the value of love even though she herself had failed miserably. She was a believer in the emotional world, and she could not go to the end of the barren road.

She wrote: "I am rich and powerful, how many people are willing to trade their lives for it, the marriage is unfortunate, but it is not because of my bad luck, it is because M is not worthy of being a husband. Those who persuade and do not persuade are either ignorant, or partial and pretend to be blind, or benefit Driven, I have endured for so many years and retreated so many steps, only to wake up in the end, this patience and retreat have made the big mistake of my life."

His father did not remarry. He only needed one wife in his life, and that was enough. Having one before was also enough.

Their mother had not been close to the brothers, thinking it was her final compromise to the death marriage.

My father never came home, and the probability of eating dinner on the plane was several times higher than at home. In the big house in Baiping, there were only the footsteps of the nanny and the cleaning aunt.

Both Meng Huaiming and his elder brother chose to attend a noble boarding school, where Meng Huaiming met Su Yaowen.

He prides himself on being free and unrestrained, and has basically played the tricks of a dude. If he is not obsessed with Su Yaowen's feelings, he will not lack that warmth around him.

But he has never really realized what love is, the love of relatives, the love of lovers, and he clumsily uses templates one by one to satisfy his desire for a reverse lover caused by long-term lack, which is pitifully stupid.

Yan Hui dug out three packs of instant noodles.

This was as much food as he could find at home for heating, in addition to puffs and various sweets.

Writer Yan can easily control whether he is holding a pen or a spatula. His cooking skills are not very good. Practice makes perfect. What he lacks is the skill of research.

He used to work during the day and write at night, bought seasonings on weekends and wanted to think about it, and his mobile phone was always ringing, and news kept coming in.

So many ingredients didn't even have time to open the packaging bags, and later they didn't add new ones to save money.

At that time, his wish was to choose a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, buy a house of more than 90 square meters, have a spacious balcony, and bright bedrooms, raise a dog and a cat, and live his anonymous life quietly.

Later, Yan Hui also made enough money to buy a house, but she didn't want to leave the land.

And when he was penniless wandering in this city, raised his head, and the tall buildings on both sides closed inward, he would never have the chance to leave this noisy lonely city.

As the saying goes, turtledoves in June can't tell the difference between spring and autumn.

The smell wafted from the kitchen.

Instant noodles can also taste good, but there is no ham sausage and tomato diced meat on hand. Fortunately, there are eggs.

This is thanks to Jiang Hua. Comrade Jiang Xiao obsessively feels that there must be two rows of eggs in the refrigerator to feel like a refrigerator.

The noodles tend to be soft after being cooked for a long time. The taste of the Meng family's uncles and nephews is surprisingly consistent. The dumplings need to be hard and the noodles are soft.

The eggs are broken, and it is especially necessary to nest a complete one on the surface, so that the heat will not dissipate so quickly.

Meng Huaiming ate noodles in a daze, even Chu Qi was surprised by his wild way of eating, suspecting that he either hadn't eaten for ten days, or that he had lost his etiquette.

He held the bowl and drank the bottom soup, he never drank this soup before, but the bowl can cover his face when drinking soup, he didn't want Yan Hui and Chu Qi to see his expression.

The smell of instant noodles brings this newly opened house alive.

While sucking her face, Chu Qi roughly talked about what she knew about "salt smoking".

This person is a network writer who has become popular recently.

Yanhui who wrote "Honey Pot" is a "thick accumulation" writer who Meng Huaiming deliberately wanted to cultivate in a short period of time, while Yanxun has acquired half of the basic skills, which is the type that can attract capital the fastest.

The industrial chains formed around the works are interlinked into a hexagram, closely absorbing the actual amount produced by the text.

This is Meng Huaiming's alternative direction for cultivating Yanhui, but he has not been able to practice it for a long time. As long as these people have anything to do with film and television, the initial results are actually the same.

And Meng Huaiming hoped to make a difference from this small difference.

He wants to lead Yan Hui to the point where he can deal with resources, so that he will not be unable to know himself in the life of the puppet for many years.

Yan Xun's "Bo En" is a master-apprentice essay, with a huge and magnificent structure. Meng Chuqi recognized Yan Xun's writing skills and ability, and the other party has the networking skills of most authors who hide in the network. This makes the momentum of Yanyan enough to overwhelm competitors in the same period, and even the low-key author in the previous stage.

Meng Huaiming is the secretary of the rules. He wants to bring out Yan Hui to become the controller of pure core technology with a little right to speak, and he doesn't want to take a step back and become a target ahead of the wave.

The target is the first to be bathed in abundant sunlight, or it will also be subjected to the most ruthless oppression and arrows.

Meng Huaiming has been with them for a long time, and he has clearly seen through the structure.

Meng Huaiming had never seen Yan Xun before, but he was familiar with him.

Meng Huaiming once fought against the target and the sharp arrow, but in the end he was completely defeated.

That was all in my previous life.

After Yan Hui's death, Yan Xun plagiarized his work "Dear Man by the Window".

In his previous life, Meng Huaiming wanted to restore Yan Hui's name after his death, but at that time he couldn't do even such an insignificant point.

The movie poster adapted from Yanxun IP was hung in the C position of the exhibition area of ​​the studio, occupying all his sights. Meng Huaiming stood in front of the poster in desperation, fighting against the sweet smell of blood in his mouth.

Similarly, he did not give himself a clear name after death. If the deceased was not the most important, he would still have the reputation of a dog biting a dog.

"I will deal with this person's matter."

Yan Hui put away the bowls and chopsticks, Meng Huaiming took out a red marker pen from the pen holder, twirled it around with his fingertips, raised his wrist, and wrote.

——Apply heavily.

The coldest season of the year is approaching, and the crew of "You Come and I Go" decided to start the film one month before the New Year's Eve.

The film crew gave Meng Huaiming plenty of room to revise the script.

It is impossible to polish a good script in just two months. They gave him the opportunity to revise with the team. It seems generous, but in fact it is nothing more than meaning. .

Director Sun's price is quite high, enough to cover the salary of an ordinary salary for several years.

But it was not given to him within a certain period of time, and the payment date was postponed to a later date. This was almost acquiescence in the industry, and it was about to acquiesce in the explicit contract.

Meng Huaiming was not short of the money, but he knew that Yan Hui was short of money, which was something they had made clear for a long time, but he did not make an exception to transfer it to him, and still converted it according to the negotiated ratio.

He vaguely used material to trap Yan Hui's idea, which came from the malice at the bottom of human nature.

She also didn't want to break the ice-like balance before Yan Hui spoke.

At the end of the month, the temperature plunged again, and the opening ceremony of "You Come, I Go" is scheduled for the 28th of this month. The weather is freezing, and the Siberian cold wind swept across this golden diving fortress.