Everything is good except for the acting

The life of a freelancer is not actually free.Going to work in the company is protected by the labor law. Five days a week, eight hours a day, overtime is not included, and there are two things to say when you meet a black-hearted boss.In any case, there are clear regulations on commuting hours.

There is no fixed time period for freelancers, and life and work are fully integrated.You can choose to wake up late, stay up late, stay up late, or do nothing. The premise is that you have to pass the level of yourself.It is not easy to cultivate a work rhythm without external supervision and plan the whole process by yourself.In order to make a living and to overcome the anxiety in their hearts, for many people, freelancing means 7/24.

Zhou Zhi thought he had self-control before choosing freelancing, but after writing full-time articles, he realized that self-control is a scarce resource, much rarer than being smart and rich.

After writing essays became a freelance job, Zhou Zhi felt that he had less time.Writing does not mean that you just need to write paragraphs and paragraphs. From generating brain holes in the early stage, turning brain holes into a rough outline that can be realized, to looking up information, there are many kinds of homework other than writing.Especially when an author tries to describe the occupation and background in the novel as real, the time spent is multiplied.Whenever this happens, her whole body seems to grow in front of the desk, and her buttocks grow roots on the chair.

Fortunately, she has a dog, and she usually walks it twice a day. If she doesn't want to, the dog will walk her.

However, it looks like a master. Compared with other dogs' ambitions, Gang Kai has a lot of care in his heart.Only go out if you want to go out, never go out if you don’t want to go out, no matter you threaten or lure you to drag your neck, it has only one meaning: don’t go.Even if it is dragged out of the house, it can escape home by itself halfway - the top IQ of an eight-year-old child plus the talent of a dog.

In the early spring of March, Shencheng was often cloudy and rainy. Zhou Zhi was too lazy to go out, so he hoped for rain every day.No, wait, wait, finally the outside was ticking and pattering, she pretended to be sorry and said to the bar sitting in front of her wagging his tail and asking to go out. "It's raining outside, it's not easy to go out, your hair will get wet when you go out, and you will turn from a good-looking dog into a drowned chicken. Do you want to become a chicken?"

Open the bar: "Wow!"

"I knew you didn't want to. You love beauty so much. The most important thing is that I just took you to take a bath two days ago, and you have to take a bath when it rains. Do you want to take a bath?"

Bared his teeth.As a depressive dog who knows he's going to have a bath later, he hates baths.

He stroked the dog's chin to comfort him, and was about to say something nice when Fang Jiang's voice invitation came.

Zhou Zhi didn't press the answer immediately, she was a little confused.

Since she thanked Fang Jiang for the PPT that day, Fang Jiang has become active in her circle of friends, often giving her a like, sending a testimonial or two, and praising her dog from time to time, making them seem to know each other very well.Occasionally, I would send her a message or two, most of which were photos with other celebrities, the unedited version of the original picture.

Every time Zhou Zhi would ask: Who is that next to you?

At first, Fang Jiang asked her: Don't you know XXX?

Later I learned that she knew nothing about the various florets who have become popular in recent years.The group photo was posted, and the conversation continued.Zhou Zhi had a misconception: Fang Jiang seemed to enjoy the process of telling her who the people in the group photo were, and there were a couple of gossips at the same time as the science popularization.

What does she want to do?

Fang Jiang always confuses her, just like this voice invitation.

Before the system defaults to no one answering, Zhouzhi answered the voice call.

On the other end of the phone, the voice was cheerful and casual. "What are you doing, why did it take so long to pick up?"

Zhou Zhi touched the bar and said, "I'm trying to reason with him, explaining why we can't go out when it's raining."

This ordinary sentence made Fang Jiang laugh for a while. "Can Barkai understand your reasoning?"

"Of course I can, I'll understand after you talk about it."

Zhou Zhiguang thought about the big star's smile, and didn't ask her what's the matter, there was a brief silence on the phone.

The big star said: "I'm the one looking for you every time, why...don't you express anything else?"

Zhou Zhi's heartbeat stopped for half a beat. If the lines were ambiguous, she slowed down her tone and asked slowly, "What do you mean?"

"Of course it's a PPT! I made a PPT for you. The graduation defense is not as serious as this one."

Touching the heart that was running wildly after stopping, Zhou Zhi said, "Hey, it seems that I made a PPT for you first."

"I treat you to dinner, okay?"

"That also counts?" Please eat first, give PPT second, two meals count as one meal?

"Why don't you count. As a courtesy, you have to treat me back. It's almost noon, think about what to treat me to."

So the big star came to her just to treat her to dinner?

People take the initiative to ask for a meal, and most people just ask the other party what they want to eat, but it's just a meal, and the object is still a big star.

But Zhou Zhi didn't, she felt annoyed when she thought about all the troubles, taboos, and possible consequences of celebrity meals.So she simply said: "Please can't afford it, please can't afford it."

Fang Jiang couldn't believe her ears, someone refused to invite her to dinner, unexpectedly. "What are you talking about? Do I want to eat gold or dragons and dolphins! You are a big guy, you can't even afford a meal!"

"What's the big deal, I'm an old and transparent eighteenth line. Think about it, you are a big star, if you want to be worthy of your place, why do you need private food or a place with private rooms? Five hundred per capita, at least? You also said that I can't make money writing essays. I can't afford to hire such high-level people." Zhou Zhi shook his head.

"How dare you say that. You, you are too stingy! Cheapskate!"

"I'm seeking truth from facts. As a human being, the most important thing is not to swell your face and pretend to be fat. Do you want me to take you to a roadside stall after imitating the plot of other novels? It's a beautiful name, and you live elsewhere. Ms. Meng is afraid that she will kill me. Besides, I don’t like eating at roadside stalls. In those ordinary restaurants, when people see you, they must take pictures with you and take photos with you. There are people watching you all the time, can you still eat?”

"Farting is all an excuse. You are stingy, stingy, Grandet!"

How angry is this, even talking about farting.Zhou Zhi suppressed a smile, "If you have breakfast, I can treat you to breakfast."

"Breakfast? You won't treat me to fried dough sticks and soy milk, will you? You bastard."

"No matter what, you have to cook at that level."

"Pooh!"

"Those two McDonald's breakfasts with two hash browns."

"How can there be such a stingy person like you in the world, give me back my kiwi!"

"It's been digested a long time ago. Hey, do your fans know that their big stars are the kind of people who give away things and want them back?"

"Do your readers know that their eldest is a cheapskate?"

"I know, life is hard."

"You!" She wished she could grab her in front of her and rub her bald head hard. "Come out, I'll ask the driver to pick you up."

I thought that Fang Jiang would hang up the phone, but who knew that it would turn around and ask her to go out. "What are you going out for?"

"Dinner, I invite you to be well."

"Then I'm so sorry."

"It's just a meal, it's a matter of extra chopsticks."

"No, I'm afraid."

Fang Jiang finally understood why some people like to speak foul language, and sometimes only foul language is the most expressive. "You're insane, you, social fear. Who was the social fear last time, and he didn't say anything good when he saw me. Change your clothes quickly, and I have something to ask you later."

"What's the matter?" Zhou Zhi didn't want to go out, it was so strange to have dinner with big stars, as if they knew each other very well, she only went on temporary dates with old classmates and old friends.

"I'm hungry, I'm starving to death, please send me your location." Without giving Zhou Zhi a chance to refuse, Fang Jiang terminated the chat.

what to eat?Fang Jiang thought that the bald head should eat grass just like a nun.

Zhou Zhi threw a sheep bone snack to the bar, held up a small umbrella, and went outside the community to find Fang Jiang's car. A black Audi A8 parked at the door.

He didn't pay attention when he received the WeChat, but when he saw the car, Zhou Zhi felt familiar.Audis are common near her home, but A8s are rare. These four circles brought her memories back to the Spring Festival in an instant: the convenience store in the cold night, the woman in sheepskin, the family brother who was offline, and herself who was short-circuited for a while. , just like a novel by Haruki Murakami.

The driver sent Zhou Zhi downstairs to Fang Jiang's studio. Song Yuan picked her up in the underground garage and took her all the way up to the 48th floor where the studio was located.Fang Jiang only asked her to order food and pick up people, but didn't say who was coming. Seeing Zhou Zhi, Song Yuan's jaw almost dropped.

Seeing the question marks on her face, Zhou Zhi shrugged: "Don't ask me, I don't know the reason."

Song Yuan changed the way of asking. "You and Teacher Fang have been chatting?"

"Acquaintance with compliments."

"Da Da, does this plot look familiar to you?" It is a common routine in Lily's novels. A actress and a passer-by meet by chance and form an incomprehensible relationship since then.

"A postscript?"

"Yes."

"It's a pity that your teacher Fang is not a movie queen."

The elevator reached the 48th floor. Zhou Zhi didn't go out right away. He patted Song Yuan on the shoulder and said, "Fiction is fiction, reality is reality. Don't make the boss unhappy by imagining too much. Job is the most important thing." She writes novels, but she never agrees. People who appear in life have fantasies. In her words, they have too much imagination and can't get along with each other.What's more, the process of getting acquainted with Fang Jiang is already dramatic enough. If you let your brain make up nonsense, whether you want to eat this meal later.

The second formal meeting, Zhou Zhi was still embarrassed, Fang Jiang raised his hand, waved it unconsciously, and then pointed to the sofa, letting Zhou Zhi sit down.

"Isn't it hot? You still wear a hat." Fang Jiang's original intention was to touch his bald head, but he felt inappropriate when he raised his hand.

Zhou Zhi took off his coat, "Fortunately, I'm used to wearing it. If you don't wear it, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat from laughing."

Fang Jiangzhen smiled, "Dream, wait until you are hungry, eat first and then talk."

On the coffee table in front of the sofa are steaming stir-fried vegetables that have just come out of the pan. The rice is served in a beautiful porcelain bowl.

Fang Jiang kept paying attention to Zhou Zhi's expression, just like last time, he was embarrassed and uneasy, until the dishes on the table caught her eyes—it was different from what she had imagined at the beginning.

Stir-fried dried tofu with artemisia, stir-fried broad beans, braised bamboo shoots in oil, and scrambled eggs with Chinese toon are all seasonal products, but there are no meat dishes. The only meaty soup is the yam pork ribs.

Deliberately not ordering meat dishes, so that if Zhou Zhi shows a little bit of dissatisfaction, she can laugh at her as a nun and can only eat vegetarian food.Who knew that this person was pretending to be in the middle of his heart.Seeing the radiance of joy in her timid eyes, Fang Jiang unconsciously curled the corners of his lips, and his tone softened accordingly.

"I want to control my diet, less oil and less salt. If you don't like it, please eat something else next time."

The author has something to say: Ah, I want to eat artemisia~~