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Li Jun's lack of response to Jia Peng made him feel even more frustrated.

He silently vowed to report Li Jun to the authorities.

Li Junshi was at his wit's end. He didn't even want the internship certificate anymore, so what could he say?

Jia Peng and Li Jun found themselves in an awkward situation. Jia Peng was still holding back his anger, vowing that he would definitely tell Zhang Liangying.

"Go ahead and look for it, you won't find it anyway."

Li Jun's casual remark only added fuel to the fire, making Jia Peng even angrier.

He stood up, which surprised Jia Peng. He wondered why Li Jun had left him there alone.

Li Jun turned and walked into the room, carefully helping Tang Yan tidy up the kitchen and his belongings.

Tang Yan brought out a bowl of noodles from the kitchen, the steam blurring her delicate features.

It was a simple bowl of plain noodles, with thin, white noodles lying neatly in a clear broth, topped with a few bright green scallions, and a soft-boiled egg sitting on the side.

This is Tang Yan's specialty noodles.

Li Jun was wearing a white apron behind him, and his whole face was full of smiles.

For the first time, Jia Peng felt a sense of home in this cynical man.

Tang Yan gently placed the noodles on the coffee table in front of Jia Peng.

Jia Peng stared blankly at the bowl of noodles, and suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

He loves noodles the most. When he was a child, his mother often made noodles for him. He hasn't been home for more than a year now. The last time he ate noodles made by his mother was the morning before the start of his junior year of college.

"What's wrong? Is it not to your liking?"

Tang Yan stood there, looking uneasy, and asked.

"No, it's not..."

Jia Peng hurriedly shook his head. His hand trembled slightly when he picked up the chopsticks. He raised his head and forced a smile before quickly burying his head back down to eat the noodles.

The noodles were cooked a little firm, but they were soft again when Jia Peng ate them.

The soup base is made by simmering chicken and pork bones, resulting in a flavorful and non-greasy broth.

Biting into the soft-boiled egg, the warmth and flavor of the runny yolk brought him back to his hometown.

Tang Yan and Li Jun sat on small stools opposite each other, watching Jia Peng together.

This made Jia Peng blush with embarrassment, and he could only keep his head down and eat.

His mouth was stuffed with noodles, so he couldn't speak.

He ate very quickly, as if he wanted to make up for all the hometown flavors he had missed over the past year.

The heat made his eyes sting, and he thought of himself being ostracized by the director's relatives on the film set, and the nights he secretly longed for home while eating his boxed lunches every day.

"Leaving home, a thousand miles away..."

Li Jun saw his tears and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

Tang Yan quietly got up, went to the kitchen and brought out two bowls of noodles, one for Li Jun and one for herself.

The three of them ate noodles in the cozy living room, the only sounds being the slurping of noodles and the clinking of chopsticks against the bowl.

Jia Peng finished the last drop of soup, looked at the smooth bottom of the bowl, sighed contentedly, and looked up at Li Jun:

"That's great."

"Eat your noodles."

Li Jun rolled his eyes at him.

I'm serious.

Jia Peng put down the bowl and wiped his mouth:

"With such a wonderful girl cooking for you, why would you even bother making movies? If it were me, I would..."

"What do you mean?" Li Jun raised an eyebrow.

"I just eat noodles at home every day."

Jia Peng spoke with absolute confidence.

Tang Yan was amused and got up to clear the dishes.

Jia Peng watched her retreating figure, then turned his head and looked up at Li Jun, saying:

I will still tell Zhang Liangying.

"Tang Yan, he said the noodles you make don't suit his taste, so he's not joining our crew anymore."

Li Jun shouted at the top of his lungs, seemingly unconcerned.

"Hey, stop, stop."

Jia Peng shouted anxiously, never expecting Li Jun to be so shameless.

Li Jun glanced at him sideways: "What? You were won over by just a bowl of noodles?"

"No, that's not it."

Jia Peng scratched his head:

"I just feel that...life is not easy for anyone."

Li Jun rolled his eyes at him, annoyed, and slapped him on the head:

"Come on, your brother Jun has it much easier than you."

Jia Peng chuckled, offering no rebuttal.

After all, Li Jun is truly capable.

Li Jun suddenly said:

"Did you suffer any mistreatment on set?"

Jia Peng's smile froze for a moment, then slowly crumbled.

He looked down at his hands, which had several dried scratches left from moving equipment a few days ago.

"It's not a big deal."

He said it casually:

"They're relatives of those directors, they don't know anything, but they still boss people around. I offered a few professional suggestions, and they said I 'don't know the rules'."

"And then?"

Li Jun pressed on with great interest.

"Later, the director called me over, said I had done a good job this week, gave me my wages, and told me... I could leave."

Jia Peng twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to force a nonchalant smile, but failed.

"Actually, I know he meant well. If he kept me around, his relatives would cause him trouble every day."

Li Jun did not respond.

The only sound in the living room was the sound of water running from the kitchen, where Tang Yan was washing dishes.

After a long while, Jia Peng then said:

"So I've finally figured it out. There's no such thing as fairness in this world. You have talent, but others have connections; you're reasonable, but others are sentimental. I was originally thinking that if you really were a two-timing scumbag, I would definitely tell Zhang Liangying, and I couldn't let you ruin her life..."

He paused, then looked up at Li Jun:

"But now I feel that you've at least treated Tang Yan well, and Tang Yan has treated you well too. Outsiders can't really understand what's going on between you two."

"And Zhang Liangying can't live without you either."

Li Jun listened in silence, his fingers tapping lightly on his knees.

He knew that Jia Peng's words were not only for him, but also for himself—the version of himself who insisted on professionalism in the film crew but was ostracized, needed to find a reason to convince himself to accept reality.

"Alright, stop being so dramatic. You've definitely suffered more here than you have anywhere else, but you've also gained far more than you have there."

Li Jun patted him on the shoulder and said, "These are the truths."

However, what he offered was definitely something that couldn't be compared to what was offered elsewhere: fame, money, and an improvement in ability.

Jia Peng nodded, convinced that following Li Jun would definitely bring him success.

Li Jun stood up:

"Didn't you want to see the script? I'll get it for you."

Jia Peng's eyes lit up, and his previous melancholy vanished:

"Yes, yes, yes! The script!"

"Let me see what kind of earth-shattering things you can write!"

He didn't believe that Li Jun, a songwriter, could seamlessly transition into screenwriting; they were completely different things.

"All you can write are a few lousy songs to fool young girls into crying!"

Jia Peng, without turning his head, continued to berate him and had already pushed open the bedroom door.

The room was small, and a stack of manuscript paper was neatly placed on the desk by the window.

Jia Peng rushed over, looking at Li Jun's manuscript with little hope.

The title, "Love is Not Blind," was handwritten in pen, with elegant and powerful strokes.

What follows will have a profound impact on him for the rest of his life.