miss me

The location of Guihe Film and Television Company's headquarters is one south and one north of Liaohu City, and the high-speed train takes four hours, but Xia Xinghe booked the ticket without thinking, and embarked on the long journey the next morning.

He was on the high-speed train at ten o'clock in the morning, and it was already two o'clock in the afternoon when he arrived at the station.

In the afternoon of late autumn, the sun was still fierce, and the sun that had been hidden in the clouds emerged again without any cover, shining light and heat on the earth.

After four hours of driving, when he finally got off the bus, Xia Xinghe was a little tired. He rearranged his clothes in front of the bathroom mirror at the station, and then hurriedly took a taxi to the headquarters of Guihe Film and Television Company.

The taxi driver saw that he was neatly dressed and looked serious, and asked him, "Are you going for an interview, young man? Are you dressed so formally?"

"Almost," Xia Xinghe grinned, and replied indifferently, "Go and try your luck." He quietly clenched his hands hidden under his sleeves.

Some things had to be earned, and he knew that.

03:30 in the afternoon.

Xia Xinghe finally stood under the headquarters of Guihe Film and Television Company.

The taxi driver just now was very interesting. The big brother with a bald head has a good personality. He probably saw that Xia Xinghe was nervous, so he purposely joked: "It's okay, young man, uncle has 'extreme' luck, I'll give you some."

Xia Xinghe couldn't help but burst into a "puchi" laugh, the original nervousness really eased a lot.

But now, standing under the majestic and majestic building, the nervousness accumulated again, Xia Xinghe took a deep breath, straightened his back and walked in the door.

The front desk of the big company was professional and polite, and the welcoming smile in the hip-covering overalls was gentle. After listening to his explanation of his visit, he quickly arranged for a special person to match.

Xia Xinghe heaved a sigh of relief. Originally, he had imagined that maybe he would make the trip for nothing and not even see the person in charge, but the current situation seems to be much better than he expected.

Hope it's a good start.

Xia Xinghe had a hope in his heart, he walked through the long corridor with the reception lady, the heavy black wooden door opened, and he met the person in charge of his own project.

"Hello, hello," the chubby but kind person in charge stood up from the leather executive chair, and shook hands with Xia Xinghe, "Mr. Zhuzhi, my name is Tang Hongsheng, just call me Xiaotang."

He knew Xia Xinghe's intentions from the intercom at the front desk, and he didn't feel any surprise or dissatisfaction because of his sudden visit, his tone was polite and his attitude was humble.

The other party is his elder, how could Xia Xinghe have the nerve to call him "Xiao Tang", he shook hands with Tang Hongsheng respectfully, lowered his eyes and called "Mr. Tang", and introduced himself, "My real name is It's called 'Xia Xinghe', 'Xia' in summer, 'Xinghe' with its brilliant stars."

Tang Hongsheng stopped being polite to him, he smiled and asked him to sit down and talk, and the address naturally changed from "Mr. Zhuzhi" to "Xiao Xia".

The front desk quickly closed the door and left. There were only the two of them left in the office. Xia Xinghe sat on a chair and explained his purpose seriously. Tang Hongsheng half leaned on the president's chair, shaking his teacup slightly with one hand.

Before Xia Xinghe could speak, Tang Hongsheng smiled slightly.

"Since you are visiting Xiaoxia in person, we must show some sincerity, don't you think?"

As he said that, Tang Hongsheng took a sip of his tea, neither salty nor weak, "Actually, we are very interested in your book. It has a basic readership and great potential for development."

No one hates being praised, and Xia Xinghe is no exception. His tense nerves relaxed a little, and Tang Hongsheng continued: "It's just, you may not know much about the audience's preferences in our film and television. , there are too few emotional dramas, so I didn't watch it."

"It's like this," Tang Hongsheng said, "Nowadays, audiences like to watch romantic movies with bloody entanglements. The more bloody, the more exciting. Your story is very interesting, but it's too plain and lacks passion."

"If you want to shoot it for me, you must add a heroine, and let the heroine and the protagonist have a lingering love story, split and reunite, reunite and reunite, and then..."

Tang Hongsheng talked a lot, still with a smile on his face, impeccably polite, the tea in the cup swayed slightly in the water, constantly sinking.

Politeness to the extreme is arrogance. Tang Hongsheng's simple three or two sentences directly negated Xia Xinghe's original story, and added many new things.It seems that the name has been approved and the skin has been approved, but the inside has been completely changed.

After listening to his narration, Xia Xinghe couldn't believe it: "Where's the dog?"

Tang Hongsheng waved his hand: "The dog is not the point."

Xia Xinghe frowned tightly: "But this is a novel with a dog as the protagonist?"

Tang Hongsheng stared at him for a few seconds, as if he had heard some big joke: "Do you think the audience will look at dogs? They are all for people, and the love stories of the popular Xiaosheng Xiaohua are what the audience likes." things, understand?"

Xia Xinghe lowered his eyes, and after a while, raised them again.

"...I don't understand," he said bluntly, "The main character of my article is a dog. It's about a dog's experience in the human world, not a romance movie."

"Hey, young man, don't be so rigid." Seeing that Xia Xinghe seemed to be angry, Tang Hongsheng turned to comfort him, "Our company already has a mature marketing system, and all the people we hire are popular fresh meat, so we can definitely make money. Lost business."

He said: "For the sake of your sincerity and sincerity, I would like to give you a chance. As long as you are willing to change as we said, no, you don't need to change it. You just need to sign the contract and allow us to change it. I can give you the number."

Tang Hongsheng drew a number with his fingers.

Xia Xinghe kept a cold face and said nothing.

Tang Hongsheng gritted his teeth and added two more fingers: "Then this number?"

Tang Hongsheng looked at Xia Xinghe with an expression of certainty. He didn't believe that Xia Xinghe could refuse. Compared with being able to get money with just a flick of a finger, changing the plot is nothing?

But he was indeed disappointed. After hearing what he said, Xia Xinghe suddenly stood up.

He said: "Sorry, I can't accept my work being changed like this."

Tang Hongsheng frowned, and for a moment, as if he couldn't believe it, he added another finger: "What about this one?"

The number has doubled from the beginning.

"Feel sorry."

Xia Xinghe still did not hesitate.

"You are stubborn!"

Tang Hongsheng completely lost his patience. He tore off the mask of kindness and said angrily, "As you originally wrote, you still want to make it into a TV series if you don't change it?"

"I advise you not to be ignorant of flattery. Apart from us, do you think there are other companies that can think highly of you?"

"Wait for the book to rot in your hands!"

Xia Xinghe stood up abruptly, stopped arguing, and left a sentence: "Excuse me." He walked out of the office without looking back.

He doesn't do things that can make money by moving his fingers, because what he loves is the original appearance of the story, and he doesn't want the protagonist's life to be tampered with.

It was already [-] o'clock in the evening after leaving the film and television company, Xia Xinghe couldn't buy a return ticket for the day, so he had to take the high-speed train back the next morning.

After a night of calmness, Xia Xinghe's mood has stabilized a lot, and he is no longer angry because of Tang Hongsheng's superior tone, but it is inevitable to be disappointed, no one likes to be denied, let alone the other party is a respectable figure in the industry.

After another four hours of nesting on the high-speed rail, it was noon when we returned to Liaohu Lake.

Xia Xinghe didn't eat anything in the past two days, but he didn't have any appetite either. He bought a multigrain pancake from a roadside stall. It was his favorite classic combination of two eggs and crispy. After two bites, he couldn't eat anymore.

When he got home, Xia Xinghe put the remaining half of the rice pancakes on the coffee table, and lay down on the sofa, dazed for a while, before remembering that he had to go to see bamboo today.

When he went to see the bamboo, he had to meet Bai Qingzhou. Even though the relationship between the two had eased, Xia Xinghe still didn't want to show Bai Qingzhou his downcast side.

Xia Xinghe hurried back to his room, changed his clothes, ate half of the pancakes on the coffee table, looked in the mirror for a while, and walked out of the house with a smile on his face.

Perhaps it was a premonition that Bai Qingzhou was really at home.

Xia Xinghe walked into the courtyard with his bag on his back, and just as he yelled "Bamboo", the door to the side opened. Bai Qingzhou heard the sound and walked out from the door.

Xia Xinghe subconsciously pulled the hem of his clothes, and smiled at him: "Good afternoon."

"Yeah," Bai Qingzhou nodded slightly, and explained, "I'm off today, and I've added food and water for the bamboo."

"Okay," Xia Xinghe nodded and asked, "Then I'll play with the bamboo in the yard for a while?"

Bai Qingzhou didn't speak, his indifferent eyes fell on Xia Xinghe.The light-colored eyes are like a clear pool, which is clear to oneself, but can easily see through others.

Xia Xinghe turned his head awkwardly, and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Bai Qingzhou still stared at him for a moment, then whispered: "It's nothing."

Xia Xinghe was afraid that he might see something, so he turned around to look for the bamboo, but fortunately, the bamboo was sticking to him, so he quickly jumped up and whimpered around him, distracting his attention.

"Come on Bamboo, want to play ball?"

"Run! Go get the Frisbee back!"

"Bamboo is so good, let my brother kiss one!"

Just playing with Zhuzi for quite a long time like this, the sky was gradually getting dark, Xia Xinghe was tired, and Zhuzi was also tired, it returned to its nest with the flying disc in its hands, unwilling to run any more.

Unknowingly, he broke out in sweat, and Xia Xinghe's originally dejected mood was relieved a lot.

He breathed a sigh of relief, packed his things and was about to leave, but when he turned around, he found that Bai Qingzhou was still standing where he was, looking at him.

I don't know if I happened to come back after I left, or I just stood there all the time.

It should be a coincidence, Xia Xinghe pursed his lower lip, and smiled at him again: "Then I'll go back first?"

"...Wait." It was rare for Bai Qingzhou not to acquiesce, he called out to him, and strode closer again.

His pale eyes still stared at Xia Xinghe, causing ripples in his heart

After a while, Bai Qingzhou said suddenly: "You are not happy."

Affirmative sentence pattern, affirmative intonation.

The expression was serious, and the deep voice made Xia Xinghe's nose tingle.

...almost told the truth.

But Xia Xinghe really didn't know how to tell Bai Qingzhou, tell him that he was not reconciled to being rejected by the film and television company, and went to the company in person but rejected in reverse; or told him that he didn't want to admit that his work was dull and boring , Do not accept the guidance of industry insiders?

Where the authority of the other party is placed, no matter how much I try to defend myself, it will be like a joke of being overwhelmed and stubborn.

So Xia Xinghe was silent for a long time, and managed to force a smile again, and said to Bai Qingzhou, "No, I'm fine."

He was afraid that Bai Qingzhou would ask more questions, so he lowered his eyes, said "I'll go first", and fled his house in a hurry. Zhou stood there quietly, watching him until he went away.

Fifteen minutes later, Xia Xinghe boarded the subway.

Habitually opened Weibo, and there was an extra message in the private message.

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