because i'm pretty

"You've come full circle, so don't say it's because of me." Yuan Zhiming felt that his brain was trying to create a program, and found a flaw in these seemingly sincere rhetoric: "You have to learn from me." What do you get here?"

"You are really smart." Gu Changfeng nodded and smiled: "So I think I read it right. You joined my banner and became my first signed artist. It is also after me, a new benchmark."

Yuan Zhiming thought it was ridiculous, he said I don't want to be you, and said: "I won't do it in this way."

"It seems that I will teach you this lesson." Gu Changfeng still pointed with confidence: "You still don't understand."

Yuan Zhiming wanted to say that it doesn't matter whether he understands or not, it doesn't matter whether I reject you, but when he was impulsive and clamoring, his reason pulled him back to the current intricacies.

He suddenly frowned and asked, "What will happen to you if I refuse?"

The word "block" came to his mind. Although no one can stop another person's creation, with Gu Changfeng's influence, it is not a problem for him not to be accepted by the industry in a short period of time.

Even a not-too-difficult-to-guess association gradually arises, perhaps since Xue Ming broke off the contract with him, this game of chess has already been played.

Then besides myself... Is there anyone else?

Gu Changfeng avoided this question again, instead he picked up his mobile phone on the table, as if replying to the message casually, and asked leisurely: "That Li Yikai, doesn't he have a normal relationship with you?"

Yuan Zhiming's guesses were like flying catkins, flying all over the sky without disappearing.

Until Gu Changfeng's words, the gust of wind swept over, and the flying catkins were engulfed into air currents, blowing into his nasal cavity, blocking his breathing.

He didn't answer for a while, but Gu Changfeng said without raising his head: "He is a smart person, his creativity must belong to himself, so he did not hesitate to fall out with me."

"Actually, I have a good impression of him, but he was really not stable at the time. I don't know if he has matured a bit now."

Only then did he raise his head to look at Yuan Zhiming: "What do you think?"

When Yuan Zhiming came out, he had already seen the setting sun. He picked up his schoolbag and took out his mobile phone from his trousers pocket. The subconscious thought was to call Li Yikai.

The screen was unlocked, and a small red dot was displayed on WeChat, but he suddenly didn't have the courage to click on it.

When he hesitated, it was Li Yikai who called first.

"The meeting ended?"

"Hmm," Yuan Zhiming listened as he walked, "How do you know?"

"Let Sun Shanshan keep an eye on you for me." Li Yikai's voice was calm and fast, "I just talked to Feng Xin on the phone. To make a long story short, I guess you already know."

"Gu Changfeng reached a cooperation with the Farai Group through the introduction of the organizer of the Jinghai Film Festival. When talking about cooperation, they had already finalized the creative direction, which was your ice sculpture installation at that time."

Yuan Zhiming didn't know about it, but he wasn't shocked when he heard it.

Li Yikai continued: "Feng Xin and I deduced that taking away your ideas is only one of the reasons for his layout. More importantly, Gu Changfeng has also been expanding his business territory in the past few years. In the advertising circle, Mujia is his number one. This is a stumbling block, and my current artist cooperation business should more directly collide with the direction he wants to develop."

"That's why I want to tell you that no matter what he says to you, don't agree to him." Li Yikai paused for a moment and smiled softly: "But I think you probably won't either."

"I didn't," Yuan Zhiming shared his clues: "He wanted me to sign a contract with him... and he mentioned you on purpose, which should be a threat. I didn't know he had such a plan for Mu Jia, I don't know how it will affect them..."

"Well, I see." Li Yikai's tone remained unchanged, "Feng Xin is already trying to find a way to get in touch with Falai's senior management, and strive to surpass Gu Changfeng to take over the project. But it doesn't matter if he doesn't succeed. It is correct to agree. This ice sculpture is too similar to Hongda's project, and the time interval is too short. Such an incident is a serious anomie for the advertising company, so this time he must be on your side."

Yuan Zhiming responded and asked him, "What about you?"

"I'm also trying to take precautions, so I will go home late at night." Li Yikai tried to maintain a steady tone, but exhaustion was mixed in his breath that he couldn't detect. "Go back early and remember to eat."

Yuan Zhiming hung up the phone, stood at the crossroads, and watched the setting sun set between the buildings in the distance.

The car he called arrived, and the driver confirmed the itinerary with him: "People's Hospital, right? East gate or south gate?"

East Gate, South Gate...what's the difference?Yuan Zhiming thought about it blankly - there is no difference, it doesn't make any difference whether to go for this inspection or not.

When the driver was about to get impatient, he suddenly said, "I'm not going to the hospital anymore, I'll change my address."

The driver slammed the accelerator and sent him directly to the door of the house.

The night was shrouded in darkness, and the room was sweltering with no one there all day. Yuan Zhiming changed into slippers, put the shoes neatly in the cabinet, and then went straight to the balcony to open the window.

His face was reflected on the glass, he stopped in front of the window to look, then turned and went to the bathroom.

When he came out, he went to the kitchen again, found a bottle of iced Americano from the refrigerator and drank a couple of sips, and then applied the cold glass bottle on his face for a while, the redness and itching seemed to subside a little.

The nerves began to connect quickly because of coffee, but the spirit always seemed to stop in mid-air.

He turned out the sports foam roller, rolled it on his calf repeatedly and massaged it, he didn't realize how long he was in a daze until he came back to his senses.

He wanted to make a call to Yuan Songqing.

"Is there something wrong?" Yuan Songqing asked.

Yuan Zhiming hummed, holding his breath: "I can't find you if I have nothing to do?"

"It's okay." Yuan Songqing smiled brightly, "I'm fine, and the reexamination yesterday was also good, so don't worry."

"Oh", Yuan Zhiming brought back a wisp of his wandering spirit, and he said repeatedly, "That's good."

"Have you eaten?" Yuan Songqing asked him in turn.

"I've eaten," Yuan Zhiming lied.

"Didn't work overtime today?"

"Well, no."

"At home? Or someone else's home?"

"... someone else's house."

"Didn't you quarrel?"

"No", Yuan Zhiming answered each sentence, until finally he had nothing to say, and he remembered what he wanted to ask.

"Dad", he thought about how to say it, "Can you accept that I won't become a...famous artist?"

Yuan Songqing laughed twice: "How can I accept this? When you were born, I never thought that you would become a big shot."

Yuan Zhiming pursed his lips, "You didn't say that before..."

"Isn't it because you are narcissistic, and I am also narcissistic with you?" Yuan Songqing seemed to be answering a very nonsensical question, but added: "Then why not?"

Yuan Zhiming complained about himself for a while, mustered up the courage to be a weak person, but he didn't expect to get such an answer.He couldn't express his lament for a while, but he was a little eager to prove it.

"But you still save money, send me to school and study abroad..."

"Xiao Ming", Yuan Songqing quietly listened to his details, and finally stopped joking: "What you said, to me, is like laying blankets under your feet layer by layer. You want to catch The clouds in the sky cannot be reached by standing on flat ground, but if the feet are raised higher, you may be able to touch them by jumping and bouncing, and if you try a few more times, you may be able to catch them.”

"I don't do it because I know you can catch it; but if I don't, maybe you won't keep jumping so hard."

He rarely reasoned with Yuan Zhiming like this. Compared with his elder father, Yuan Songqing was more like a friend most of the time, and he didn't seem to think that he was more intelligent, or that it was necessary to instill any experience into his children through words.

Even if he encounters problems and difficulties, he is not very good at telling Yuan Zhiming what is correct and what to do. He even seems to find it interesting to watch him bump twice.

So when he spoke in such a tone, Yuan Zhiming felt that there was no need to pretend that he was fine.

Yuan Songqing said: "But you also need to know that it is the normal state of life not to reach the things in the sky."

"It's normal to jump in the wrong direction and fall down."

"However, because I've been here, laying these blankets for you, so even if you fall, you won't have a bloody head."

In this way, Yuan Songqing's previous style was restored: "The pain is pain, but it will be fine after a while, there is nothing serious about it."

Yuan Zhiming hugged the pillow on the sofa and rubbed against it.

"But what if, when you fall, you trip someone else?"

Yuan Songqing thought for a while: "It is impossible for a person to break away from the group and be alone. If you inevitably stumble others, remember to reach out and give them a hand when you stand up."

Yuan Songqing didn't ask him who this other person was referring to, but added a sentence at the end: "But son, it's not a bad thing to fall together sometimes. If he can not get discouraged or complain when he falls, he can get up when he stands up." It’s time to help each other with you.”

"When I'm not behind you, knowing that there is such a person, I feel relieved."

Yuan Zhiming's right hand opened in the void, clenched his fist again, and then released it... The swelling between the fingers became more obvious at night.

He was thinking about what Yuan Songqing said, thinking about the past, and looking at the present.

Thinking of Li Yikai, Miu Jia, those friends and colleagues, and even Feng Xin...

He thought, he still can't agree with it, can't feel that he can still fall down without fear, and bravely make up for others when he is sorry.

Because he didn't know if he still had time to stand up and have another chance to help others.