Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

The next day.

With the help of Sun Qiuping and another artist's assistant, Bo Bing figured out the situation of the program.

They need to finish filming two episodes by January 20th. The theme of these two episodes is "Mystery in the Snowy Region", and the filming location is in the snowy mountains on the outskirts of X City.

City X?

That's good.

Bo Bing's plan was perfect. After filming, he went straight back to L City to clean up the factory and settle accounts.

He readily signed his name on the paper.

This matter is now considered settled.

New Year.

Yin Su sat cross-legged on the carpet in the bedroom, with an open suitcase in front of him and a newly bought hiking backpack for Bo Bing on the bed.

The man had his hair in a low ponytail, and his fluffy pajamas made him seem very approachable.

He was scrolling through the notes on his phone, constantly checking the items in Bo Bing's suitcase, while the person being worried about was curled up in bed like a silkworm, watching the beautiful man pack his luggage.

Do you know what you look like right now?

Bo Bing turned her head towards Yin Su, deliberately teasing him.

"like what?"

Yin Su looked up and saw the black-haired youth who was wrapped up in a way that made no sense of his appearance. He looked at him indulgently and said, "Like a nosy old man?"

"NO, NO, NO, completely wrong!" Bo Bing shook a finger, squinted at Yin Su, indicating her denial, "Like a caring wife in an action movie, or rather, a particularly gentle one."

Yin Su lifted the suitcase with one hand, closed it, and zipped it up while tidying up the luggage tag in one smooth motion.

Hearing this, he wasn't angry. Instead, he stood up, strode onto the bed, pulled the blanket wrapped in thin ice into his arms, and said gently, "Then what could it be about a godfather being held by another man's wife?"

His tone carried a hint of seduction.

Yin Su was standing a bit too close.

"Ha ha......"

Bo Bing chuckled dryly; the two of them were indeed in a rather strange position.

He mustn't become prey for a cross-dressing man!!!

This is just a small episode.

But Bo Bing could definitely sense that Yin Su didn't want him to leave.

I felt a strange sensation.

Is this what it feels like to be cared for? Bo Bing doesn't know.

—I didn't know before, I don't understand now, and I'm not sure about the future.

Yin Su really likes to stick close to me, especially when he says in a roundabout way that he can't bear to part with me.

Although this kid should be past the age of having to beg adults for candy, every time Bo Bing sees Yin Su's eyes, she unconsciously swallows back her words of refusal.

And so, the two spent those bittersweet but somewhat memorable days together.

The day of parting is always heartbreaking.

But it was as if the two had agreed on it.

—When Bo Bing left, she simply closed the bedroom door quietly, and Yin Su unusually did not see her off.

One night was indeed a bit long for the two to say goodbye, but it was enough for them to have a few gentle, quiet words.

It's rather sad.

Sitting on the plane, Bo Bing wondered when they would meet again.

When Bo Bing arrived, it seemed that the others had not yet arrived.

He only felt alive again when he lay in bed. The three-hour flight had left him with a sore back and legs, so he had to stretch several times.

After replying to Yin Su's WeChat message as usual, Bo Bing posted a message on her WeChat Moments that was visible to only a select few.

Not for any other reason than to show off a little.

He buried his head in the hotel bed and was shocked to find that the mattress and amenities were not as comfortable as those in Yin Su's house. After realizing what he was thinking, he secretly cursed himself for always comparing Yin Su's place to his own.

His grandfather was a bastard.

It seems that it is truly easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

human nature.

Bo Bing thought for a moment and came up with a more suitable word to satirize herself.

Urine.

Just as Bo Bing was contemplating the important matter of humanity, his phone rang at an inopportune moment.

He picked up his phone and glanced at it, somewhat surprised.

"Haha, Bo Bing, it's me, Hou Ping, remember me? Skinny Monkey, Monkey!"

The voice on the other end of the line was somewhat slick, yet still sincere: "You've come to X City?"

"Hey... monkey?"

Bo Bing was surprised that it was Monkey who contacted him, and he immediately perked up. "What do you need me for?"

"Want to grab some skewers?"

The monkey smiled sheepishly, "Since we're here, how about we grab a bite to eat? I'm free tonight, I'd like to find someone to drink with."

"Hey! How many people?"

Bo Bing stood up. "I was just wondering what to eat tonight."

“Come on, just the two of us. I’m getting off work right now, I’ll wait for you at the Zhengyuan Road intersection,” Monkey said readily. “There’s a skewer shop over here, their grilled flatbread and lamb skewers are really good, I’ll find you a couple of flatbreads to grill first.”

"Okay, I'm coming."

Bo Bing got up and got dressed.

He had a good impression of Monkey, and the two would keep in touch from time to time. Although Monkey was a bit of a streetwise type, he wasn't a petty or scheming person. He was also very approachable, unlike people like Guan Yinshan. Monkey's words never made people feel awkward or embarrassed. The two hit it off immediately and exchanged many witty remarks.

In Guan Yinshan's words, the two of them were sharing the same urinal.

I remember how I mocked Guan Yinshan back then.

"Captain Guan's urine stream splitting is quite serious. The sooner it is treated, the better. Don't avoid seeking medical help."

He almost got kicked by Guan Yinshan.

When he took a taxi to the intersection of Zhengyuan Road, Bo Bing had only taken a few steps when he heard someone calling him. He turned around and saw Monkey standing up and waving at him.

It was already quite dark; that's how it is in winter, it gets dark very early.

This area is full of barbecue and noodle stalls. The open-air stalls are set up with large tents that are half black and half yellow from the coal smoke, with red rubber mats underneath. Snow Beer advertisements are displayed on the green and faded chair covers that have been exposed to the sun.

There were people playing drinking games and smoking nearby, and the shouts and urging others to drink were deafening, almost knocking down the windows of the residents in the old apartment building upstairs.

Bo Bing sat down and asked the boy next to her for some vegetables and meat.

Thin Ice's sensitivity suggests that Monkey is in a bad mood.

Even though the monkey was smiling, it seemed like a forced smile.

There was a box of big green sticks at the monkey's feet.

After eating some food to tide them over, the two began to drink.

The two gradually got into the zone.

"Give me another grilled enoki mushroom!"

The monkey downed a bottle of beer in one gulp, blew the bottle out, and then turned it upside down to show Bo Bing.

“You’ve really got me on board,” Bo Bing chuckled, taking the beer from Monkey. “Monkey, what’s wrong? It’s almost Chinese New Year.”

The monkey's face was already flushed from drinking, clearly he was tipsy. When Bo Bing asked him a question, he immediately felt wronged.

—It is said that men do not easily shed tears, but I have said so, only when I am truly heartbroken.

"Ugh, what kind of New Year is this...?"

The monkey raised the bottle and started chugging, his eyes bloodshot. "I haven't earned a penny all year, and I haven't passed my exams. At my age, all I can give my parents is a pittance, not even enough for medical expenses... I still have to rely on my sister for support... I might as well be dead..."

Am I living a particularly boring life?

The monkey was truly heartbroken.

Bo Bing looked at the monkey in front of her, who was covered in snot and tears, and wanted to say something, but in the end she just patted him on the shoulder.