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The wind at the intersection is cool and tight.Before the red light turned green, Shen Zui received a call from Yan Mingyang.

Shen Zui: "Hello."

"Little Tu," Yan Mingyang spoke a little faster, obviously calling immediately after receiving the WeChat message, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Hearing Yan Mingyang's voice, Shen Zui suddenly felt that this intersection was not so scary anymore.When the green light came on, he crossed the road at a leisurely pace, "I just wanted to ask if you have anything to do tonight."

Yan Mingyang on the other end of the phone gasped almost inaudibly.

Shen Zui frowned keenly, "Are you busy?"

The road was finally over, and as soon as Shen Zui reached the intersection, he stopped unconsciously.He hovered in the shadow of a great tree.

Yan Mingyang paused for a while before slowly saying, "I'm on a business trip today."

"Just now I was thinking about how to tell you that I can't send you fish soup this week."

"Oh," Shen Zui kicked the shadow on the ground lightly, "It's okay, I'll just order a takeaway."

Yan Mingyang seemed to have noticed something, "You—"

"Do you have anything else to do?" Shen Zui's tone was quite natural, sounding nonchalant.

"You," Yan Mingyang pondered for a moment, then said tactfully, "How are you today?"

"Of course I'm fine today." Shen Zui rolled his eyes, and the heat in his eye sockets became more and more obvious.He sniffed, "The shortlist for the Silver Cloud Award has been announced, and my WeChat account is going viral."

"That's good." Yan Mingyang didn't seem to know how to end the call, or maybe he didn't want to end it so soon.

"So you came to me because you were greedy." He pretended to be relaxed, and his voice was humorous, "I thought it was you who changed your mind."

Shen Zui knew what Yan Mingyang was referring to.

Same as yesterday, Shen Zui did not respond to this.

The phone lit up a new number, Shen Zui glanced at it, and found that it was muddleheaded.

"Hutu called in." Shen Zui said as he walked out from under the big tree.Without waiting for Yan Mingyang to speak, he said directly, "Hang up first."

The street is densely shaded and there are not many street lights.On winter nights, there is always a sense of bleak and lonely sadness.

It's not sad to be intoxicated, at least he thinks so.

"What do you need from me?" He was already calm, and he answered the confused call.

"Intoxicated!" Hutu seemed anxious, and his voice was a little loud, "What's the matter with your like in the afternoon!"

"Don't tell me you're slippery."

"What kind of praise?" Shen Zui was caught off guard by Hu Tu's yelling, and almost didn't remember it.He walked a little slower, frowned and thought for a while, "Oh, I remembered."

"Just a comment, any questions?"

"What's the problem..." The confused person on the other end of the phone was almost out of breath, as if he was going to die of intoxication.

"It's fine if you like a comment that blackens yourself, others can at most call you black and red; the key is that that comment is both "Tassel" and "Zuo Liu", and now there are all kinds of comments on the Internet!"

"The last time our Director Pei was shortlisted for the Silver Cloud Award, he lost to "Tassel". His feud with Xia Rusen is well known in our circle, don't tell me you forgot."

How could one be intoxicated and forget.When it was announced that he would star in Pei Yan's "Out of Temperature", he was labeled a traitor because of this.

But the muddled argument sounds very scary at first glance, but it is not very tenable when you examine it carefully.

"I know what you said." Shen Zui also realized that his behavior was a bit too casual, "I will pay attention to these things in the future."

"Someone would blackmail me for this, I can understand; but blacking "Zuo Liu" or "Tassel" is unreasonable."

"There are a lot of unreasonable things in this world." Hu Tu sneered, "The Silver Cloud Award only announced the shortlist today, and now there are people on the Internet who are bad-mouthing you."

"Not only bad-mouthing you, but also saying that Pei Yan is not good at literary films, and that Xia Rusen is getting old."

"Don't bother with them." Shen Zui's tone became cold.He became harsher, "It's obvious that someone is fishing in troubled waters."

"It's fine if you don't like "Zuo Liu". "Spring Rest" has already achieved a good box office and reputation. These people are talking nonsense with their eyes open."

"I also know that there are problems behind this. Most of the troublemakers are still targeting you." Hu Tu sighed, "We will deal with these things. If it doesn't work, there is President Yan."

"It's just that you must be cautious in your words and deeds in the future. Now you are no longer the niche literary actor."

"You don't make confusing remarks very much, so I let you manage the account yourself; if you,"

"I'm fine." Shen Zui interrupted Hu Tu's words.He felt a little complicated, "Also, Yan Mingyang is on a business trip."

"Huh?" Hu Tu didn't know yet, "President Yan is on a business trip?"

"Yes." Shen Zui pursed his lips and took a deep breath, "Don't tell him about this time. After all, it's not a big deal."

Yan Mingyang's business trip took a long time.For two weeks in a row, he didn't deliver food to Shen Zui.

Out of an indescribable psychology, Shen Zui did not want Hu Tu to tell Yan Mingyang about himself.

It's just that within a few days, Yan Mingyang, who was far away from other places, heard about this incident despite his busy schedule.

Shen Zui was hacked for no reason because he liked a comment that was not too radical...

Yan Mingyang lacked empathy for the literary and art circles, so he didn't bother to care about the reasons behind it.He has long forgotten the old and new hatreds of Pei Yanxia Rusen, a literati.

The next day, Yan Mingyang found out that the mastermind behind the troubled waters was another film producer shortlisted for the Silver Cloud Award.

Sandwiched between "Spring Habitat" and "Zuo Liu", "Under the Blue Sky", as a film that relies on the positive energy of the theme, has no strong sense of existence.

"Boss Yan asked me to ask you, what do you want to do about this matter." Hu Tu asked cautiously.

"Nothing to do." Shen Zui threw a blueberry into his mouth, "Er Cao's body and name will be destroyed, and the rivers and rivers will not be ruined forever."

"Delete those who scold Mr. Xia and "Chun Qi", and those who scold me don't care."

"........."

"Is this Li Bai's poem?" Hu Tu wanted to chat more with Shen Zui.He heard this poem was familiar, but he didn't know it clearly, he just vaguely remembered that there was a collection of Li Bai's poems here in Shenzui, but he hadn't seen it for a long time.

"No," Shen Zui said, "This is Du Fu's poem."

Shen Zui took out a thin book from the coffee table pocket, "I passed by a bookstall a few days ago, and bought it on a whim."

Confused and confused, inexplicable.

"Where did you buy your previous collection of Li Bai's poems?"

When mentioning Li Bai's collection of poems, his intoxicated face darkened unnaturally.

"What collection of Li Bai's poems?" Shen Zui threw Du Fu's collection of poems back into the coffee table pocket, "It's Yan Mingyang who likes Li Bai, and I don't."

"........."

Shen Zui often goes out for a walk after dark.That night, he passed by the bookstall in front of his house again.

There is only a small facade, more inconspicuous than a fruit stand.

Shen Zui walked this path almost every day, but it was not until recently that he noticed this bookstall for the first time.

Yan Mingyang said that day that he was on a business trip, and he couldn't cook fish for Shen Zui for a while.

When Chen Zui came to the door of his house, he accidentally saw the bookstall across the road.He stood in front of the three collections of Li Bai's poems for a long time without saying whether to buy them or not.

"Like Li Bai?" The stall owner asked proactively.

Thinking of Yan Mingyang, Shen Zui shook his head resolutely.

"Is there anything that is not Li Bai's poetry collection, but is similar to Li Bai's poetry collection?"

"what??"

Finally, under the dubious recommendation of the stall owner, Shen Zui paid for a collection of Du Fu's poems.

He watched one song every day after returning home, and two weeks passed before he knew it.

Two weeks later, Yan Mingyang hadn't come back yet, but the Silver Cloud Awards ceremony had already arrived.

This year's Silver Cloud Awards was held in the suburbs of Shanghai, and several production crews who needed to walk the red carpet would check into a nearby hotel arranged by the organizer one day in advance.

"Tomorrow morning you have to get up a little earlier," Hutu advised Shen Zui to check in, "It will take a long time to make up."

Shen Zui dragged a small trolley case and hummed.

"Don't just be me!" Hu Tu knew at a glance that Shen Zui didn't care, "You might be going on stage to receive the award tomorrow, so don't be careless!"

Shen Zui was a little helpless, and hummed heavily.

He took the room card and planned to go upstairs, but when he looked up, he saw a group of people entering the hotel door one after another.

"Yo," Hu Tu also noticed, "That's the crew of "Spring Dwelling", I saw Teacher Liu Heng."

"That...the one with gray hair is Director Xia?"

Pei Yan's crew is a company with no human feelings, but Xia Rusen's crew is like a big family.

Shen Zui leaned on the trolley case.Looking from a distance, he felt that Xia Rusen was a little older than when we met last time.

Hu Tu: "Would you like to say hello?"

Shen Zui hadn't spoken yet, but Xia Rusen seemed to feel something.He narrowed his eyes and slowly looked over here.

Shen Zui quickly turned around, dragged the suitcase and ran into a blind spot.

"You..." hesitant to speak for a while, "Director Pei's crew has always had little humanistic care, and everyone is separated. But there is also Mr. Yan..."

Shen Zui pressed the elevator and walked in, said coldly, "I'm here to compete, I don't need anyone to accompany me."