Ten diligent days: the fields are still

Qi Rong smiled and stood up, picked up a pot of Epiphyllum from the windowsill and placed it on the coffee table, "Ji Ran gave it to you."

"Why did he suddenly give me a gift?" I've only met him once and don't know him at all!

Qi Rong guessed, "Maybe it's to thank you for letting me live a few more years."

"This flower is so delicate. I'm afraid I can't keep it alive." Yuan Lai still remembers the pot of wilted Epiphyllum, which had to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon. It was really tiring.

Qi Rong sat down again, tore off the petals one by one and soaked them in warm water. "This is a new variety cultivated by Ji Ran. It's much easier to grow than the previous ones. Apart from avoiding direct sunlight, everything else is fine."

Speaking of Ji Ran, Yuan Lai thought of Lin Qiao. Season 2 had already ended, and there hadn't been any news about him. Was he really called autistic by netizens?

"I haven't heard from Lin Qiao since he deleted his account. Has he decided to quit the entertainment industry?"

Qi Rong didn't expect Yuan Lai still remembered Lin Qiao. He rolled his eyes and replied, "He's helping Ji Ran run the flower shop now."

"what?"

This choice also surprised Yuan Lai.

"He enjoys it. Ji Ran is already weak and sickly, and growing flowers has already consumed all his energy, so how can he care about anything else? Lin Qiao happened to have time, so he helped Ji Ran take care of it."

Yuan Lai's mind flashed with the image of Ji Ran, a delicate and graceful woman like Lin Daiyu, but who usually dressed like Lu Zhishen. No wonder she misunderstood Ji Ran as a boy when she first met him.

It wasn't until I went to visit the set of the second season and heard Lin Qiao and Ji Ran talking on the phone that I learned the truth.

Qi Rong had digressed, and Yuan Lai tried to bring the topic back, "The recording of farming ended early, and we still have to hold a concert."

Qi Rong didn't say anything and concentrated on making tea.

"All ten of them have also been invited, and it has been officially announced."

Qi Rong still didn't say anything and slowly poured the scented tea into the cup.

"I want to ask if there is anything going on here. Otherwise, why would you agree to such a thankless task?"

Qi Rong finally stopped what he was doing, raised the scented tea, and brought it to Yuan Lai's mouth. "You don't need to know. This has nothing to do with you."

Yuan Lai took the tea and put it back on the table. "I want to know. Tell me, okay? I promise not to tell anyone."

After a long silence, Qi Rong put the teacup back in Yuan Lai's hand.

"People from Boyu Culture, Yi'an International, and the program director went to the set to look for them."

"Director Yang? Director Bing?"

Qi Rong nodded, stood up from the sofa, walked to the desk, and picked up a document. "Director Yang personally invited them, and Boyu Culture has promised them many future resources in the industry. It's impossible for them to refuse."

After saying that, Qi Rong put down the document and looked at Yuan Lai. "Now that you know the answer, what do you think?"

Yuan Lai was drinking flower tea with a rich floral fragrance. Her voice, which had been tense, relaxed after hearing Qi Rong's words.

"It's good, mutually beneficial."

But Qi Rong did not continue what she said. Yuan Lai felt that she might have thought too simply. She was just a student and had not yet experienced the cruel beatings of society. With her shallow experience, she could guess the struggle for interests.

Boyu Culture is just making empty promises. Its partners are on the verge of collapse, so they will definitely agree to everything at this time, but as to whether they will fulfill their promises later, it is up to them.

Before Yuan Lai finished his analysis, someone knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

Opening the door means working hard.

He held a thick contract in his hand, "Mr. Qi."

"accepted?"

"Yes." Gengyun put the contract documents on the table, feeling a little embarrassed for some reason. "Thank you, Mr. Qi."

"Go directly to the Film and Television Department to see Manager Gu tomorrow. He has three projects that are currently being approached by other companies. Go and ask for the script yourself and see which one you want to take on."

Gengyun agreed and left the office.

Yuan Lai was surprised. "Geng Yun signed with Xingyao Entertainment, so what about the others?"

Qi Rong put the contract away. "Of course it depends on how they choose. There are so many agencies with different focuses, so there will always be a suitable one."

"..."

"..."

After waiting for a long time without seeing Yuan Lai respond, Qi Rong turned around and saw Yuan Lai sitting on the sofa with his head down, looking very depressed.

"what happened?"

Qi Rong walked over, reached out and lifted Yuan Lai's head, and saw tears welling up in Yuan Lai's eyes.

"It's okay." Yuan Lai dodged Qi Rong's hand, stood up, turned around, and wiped away her tears with her hands.

Qi Rong poured the remaining scented tea into the trash can and guessed Yuan Lai's thoughts. "You thought I would sign them all over, but now you see I only signed Geng Yun. Are you angry and disappointed in me?"

Yuan Lai muttered softly, "Why would I think so? Am I such a petty person?"

She pursed her lips, finding it difficult to speak. "Maybe it's my selfish desire. At first, I hoped they could record the first, second, third, or even tenth seasons of Farming. They could continue to develop their beloved careers while farming, and record songs and perform together during the slack seasons, forging a completely different path from other stars... But then, they were gone from the second season, and the company was gone too. Nothing is left except memories..."

The voice gradually faded, and Yuan Lai's tears were about to well up. "I need them too much. I desperately want to draw energy and warmth from them. The ten of them, from strangers to wariness to familiarity, and finally from colleagues to friends and family, the gradual development of feelings, the liveliness and intimacy they displayed, I'm afraid I will never have in my lifetime."

But now, things seem to be heading in the exact opposite direction, which is sad.

Qi Rong stood up straight, walked in front of Yuan Lai, bent down, and looked into Yuan Lai's eyes. "It's an ideal idea."

He smiled and consoled her, "Doesn't it mean they're no longer friends if they don't sign with the same company?"

"But when we're not together, each of us is busy with our own lives, we don't see each other often, we don't talk often, and even the deepest feelings will gradually fade away."

Qi Rong put away his smile, "You..."

Yuan Lai realized he had spoken out of turn and tried to explain himself. "No, no, no, don't get me wrong! I'm naturally happy that they have achieved better development. I don't have any complaints! I didn't force you to sign all ten of them! I was just talking nonsense to you. Oh, you thought I hadn't been here today."

Seeing Yuan Lai about to run away in panic, Qi Rong stepped forward and grabbed Yuan Lai's hand.

Yuan Lai struggled hard, forcing Qi Rong to retreat again and again.

Qi Rong didn't let go of Yuan Lai until his heels hit the legs of the desk.

"Yuan Lai!"

When someone suddenly yelled at her, Yuan Lai's tears as big as beans rolled down her cheeks and she stood there unable to move.

Qi Rong pulled out some paper, walked over to Yuan Lai, wiped the tears from her face, and whispered softly, "No one will blame you."

Yuan Lai raised his eyes and asked, "Are my thoughts stupid and selfish?"

"It's not stupid, nor selfish, it's completely human nature. You people often miss all kinds of true feelings, and I understand." Qi Rong threw away the wet tissue and wanted to hug Yuan Lai in his arms. He raised and put down his hands over and over again, and finally let them hang beside him.