Clouds and water do not know the wind and moon [entertainment circle]

The quilt on his body was thick and heavy, and it was so stuffy that his whole body was hot. Tang Zhizhi stretched out his hands and pulled the collar a few times to cover up his inner tension.

"How should I put it, at first I also thought about getting the amulet back, but... I just couldn't open my mouth."

This is not an answer, Tang Zhizhi raised his water glass and took a sip, avoiding the man's sight, with the idea of ​​fooling around.

Song Yunshui deliberately showed displeasure.As if venting, he grabbed the sheet with his hands.

"If you can't speak, let yourself take the risk, can't you?" He deliberately lowered his voice, as cold as an admonishing officer, "You are not my friend, nor mine, I don't need you to do this for me thing."

Tang Zhi, who didn't expect him to say that, was obviously stunned for a moment, then raised his head, and saw the indifferent mask hanging on the sharp-edged face in front of him.

There was a sharp light flashing in those eyes, which made people feel invisible pressure, like the muzzle of a pitch-black gun, pointing straight at Tang Wuzhi.Those words spit out from his mouth crisply and sharply, every sound has a lethal force.

His chest felt a little congested, and Tang Wuzhi raised his brows together:

"Oh, if that's the case, then on the other hand, you have no right to interfere with what I want to do."

Faced with such a response, after a long time, Song Yunshui remained silent.

The windows embedded in the wall were locked, and all the feasting and feasting and the hustle and bustle of the world were shut out of this space.

The sudden silence, like a scorching sun, scorched everything in the room.

If the flowing time is a river, it must be full of dry cracks at this moment, like a spider web, crumbling, seconds and minutes, fragmented.

Behind the white curtains, a moth flew out without warning and landed on the low-hanging bluegrass leaves.

Perhaps, due to the lack of certain elements in the soil, the edges of the green leaves look brown and yellow, showing a tendency to rot.

Tang didn't know that there was a fish tank next to the vase.

The two golden moonlight fish floated motionless in the water as if sensing the tense atmosphere between the two of them.

Bluegrass, tropical fish.

These things were probably bought by Song Yunshui.

As the sky faded, the scales on Xiaoyu's body also dimmed.

Looking at the glass tank with the naked eye, the appearance of the moonlight fish is somewhat distorted due to the shape of the tank.The head disappears at the edge of the glass outline, and the belly of the fish is like a bulging basketball, four to five times larger than the tail of the fish. The whole body seems to be made of discontinuous fragments, exuding a sense of unreality.

What you see can also be false.

Tang Wuji thought to himself, is the sense of intimacy he experienced before just an illusion?

There were some differences between the man in the room and Song Yunshui in his impression.I felt a little at a loss for the meanness shown by the man for the first time.

After a while, Tang Bubu said, "You don't know that aunt before, but I remember you stopped to see her and gave her the umbrella. What are you doing for it?" Pause , "Why are you, I will be why."

Song Yunshui understood what he meant: you don't have to have a good relationship to help someone.

But he still shook his head, "These two things are different."

He stood up on his legs and moved away from the bed.

Approaching the square table, Song Yunshui slowly opened his mouth after sprinkling a few grains of bait into the fish tank:

"When I saw you lying on the ground, I was really shocked. Your face was covered with blood. Later, when I came to visit you in the hospital, I saw you with your eyes closed, as if you were in a deep sleep. I always I can’t help but think, will you still wake up, can you still feel your heartbeat? —— Don’t know, you must have seen those injured animals when you were young, and sometimes we can do something, such as Bandage their wounds, but there are times when we just stand and watch from a distance. You know that feeling? I feel that way when you're unconscious. There's nothing you can do, the only thing you can do is All we have to do is wait."

Fingering the withered thin leaves, Song Yunshui frowned, his face still grim, "I hate hospitals. My mother passed away in the emergency room. Every time I come here, I always think of the picture of the scalpel cutting the skin, feeling the sight Everything in it was the color of blood."

Song Yunshui took a deep breath and turned around.He didn't come over, but looked at Tang Zhibu from a distance.

"I don't know why I'm telling you this, maybe it's because of too much pressure. Just now, I'm sorry."

It turned out that Tang Zhi didn't know anything about Song Yunshui's mother.If he hadn't taken the initiative to confide in him, he wouldn't be able to figure out his thoughts at all.

Tang didn't know that Song Yunshui was probably bored by the sad memories, otherwise he wouldn't have confided in him.

"Song Yunshui, stretch out your hand."

Song Yunshui was a little puzzled by Tang Zhizhi's sudden request, but he still passed his hand as he said.

Gently holding his hand, Tang Wuzhi felt a bone-chilling sensation, as well as a cold body temperature radiating from the inside out.

There is no redness in the fingers, it should not be frozen.So why is it so cold?

Even though he thought so, he didn't ask.Tang Zhi suppressed his thoughts, silently raised two fingers, and gestured on Song Yunshui's palm.

Song Yunshui carefully identified the words written by Tang Zhizhi: I will not be angry with you.

I was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help smiling.

Tang didn't know that his original intention was to make Song Yunshui smile, so that he could temporarily forget those sad things.Seeing his brows stretched, he felt relieved a lot and softened, "Don't take the bad things I said just now to your heart."

This sentence sounds kind of gentle.

Song Yunshui remained silent, his eyes still deep.He took Tang Zhizhi's hand, like him, and wrote a sentence on the hand with a faint scar: "You are a very good person."

Tang didn't know it, he raised his head and met Song Yunshui's eyes.The man's gaze was a little crazy, as if it contained all kinds of emotions.

In November, the weather was cold, and Song Yunshui wore a dark blue coat, and the blue reflected on his hair. Tang didn't know that he had stroked that black hair before, and it felt tough and soft, as if in When the mist dissipates in the morning, run your fingertips across the dense reeds on the shore.

There was a faint scent of bluegrass in the air.

Under Song Yunshui's gaze, although Tang Zhizhi looked normal, his heart was no longer calm.

There seems to be a warm current flowing through the chest, and there is a special feeling.It was as if something eroded into his body, blooming brilliantly in an invisible corner...

……

Night, dawn company headquarters.

Click, click, click.

The four printers were working at the same time, making dense metal friction sounds, filling the entire room.

Zhou Bingtong slid the paper out of the machine and put it on the wooden table, when he suddenly heard a low "Huh" from the assistant.

Zhou Bingtong turned his head and saw the puzzled expression on the assistant's face.

"what happened?"

"I looked at this just now." She waved the manuscript paper in her hand, "It said that the filming of this movie was going to start last year, but for some reason, they spent another year revising the script."

This winter is colder than ever, and many people in the company have been attacked by colds.Song Yunshui had been ill once before, and it was so severe that he could not speak. Fortunately, he has recovered now.

The assistant is also one of the patients, but she doesn't seem to have recovered yet, and her voice sounds weird, as if she was strangled by something.

The assistant's words reminded Zhou Bingtong of that day.A year ago, still vivid.After they arranged Tang Zhizhi, they returned to the company at night.Yao Ling quickly rushed to Song Yunshui's office and asked Tang what to do about the unknown situation and the movie.

At that time, Song Yunshui was sitting on an office chair.There are still a few sporadic drops of water hanging on the hair, exuding a cold and bitter breath.

He said Tang didn't know that he was fine, but that he had a problem with his lungs, which was not serious, and he would be fine after a few days of rest.

Zhou Bingtong didn't understand why Song Yunshui was lying.

The next day, Song Yunshui went to meet the producer of "Hero Sand".Soon after they talked, word came that the script was going to be revised.

Zhou Bingtong thought, this matter should be requested by Song Yunshui.He would do this, probably to keep the protagonist position for Tang Zhizhi.

In my memory, such a thing as abuse of power has never happened to Song Yunshui.This is an unprecedented first time.

……

Song Yunshui's cell phone rang, it was a call from the secretary.

After he finished picking it up, he said to Tang Buzhi, "I'm going back to the company, and I'll see you again in the evening," and left the ward.

It is not far from the hospital to the company, about ten minutes away.When I came outside, the sound of sirens and music, like waves, drilled into my ears layer by layer.

The vertical street lamp has already been turned on, and the light draws a triangular area in the darkness, like an orange skirt.

Song Yunshui turned up his collar to cover his jawline.Standing at the intersection and waiting for the red light, the wind blows the hem of his clothes fluttering.

When you're away from someone you truly relate to, you feel like you have no reason to exist in this world.It was like becoming a street lamp, a statue.One day people will praise a statue for its beauty, or a street lamp for their convenience.But no one grieves when those two things go away.Because soon there will be new street lights and new statues to replace them.

What the crowds bring is not a sense of excitement, but a deep-seated loneliness.When I saw countless substitutes similar to myself, a sense of "uniqueness" that I had held since birth suddenly disappeared from the bottom of my heart.One square meter of oxygen is divided into ten parts, twenty parts, thirty parts... If he once thought that life was a gift from God, at this moment he woke up like a dream. The more there is, the thinner the oxygen per square meter , and then everyone competed with each other and became humble dogs.Perhaps what God is willing to watch is just the constant fighting game played out by all things in this world.

Recently, Song Yunshui's company is also facing a struggle.

The financial manager said: "Qiu Yang is probably moving the company's funds and selling them for cash. His official statement is to replenish the company's working capital, but I checked the accounts and found that such an investment quota has not been reached at all."

Qiu Yang is a shareholder of Liming Films. His main business is an actor, and he also serves as a supervisor of the company. However, this position is in name only. Qiu Yang is often absent from meetings, and he has not appeared in the company more than ten times in the past few years.

Song Yunshui had very little impression of this person. He met him at a chamber of commerce, and the two of them had no interaction before.

Looking back, what emerged in my mind was the figure of a dying man.His face was wrinkled and his gray hair was as dull as burnt soot.

Qiu Yang is over 50 years old, but he looks older than he actually is.

His secret embezzlement of public funds seems to have been going on for a long time. The current figure is 1.6 million, but the real number will only be more than this.

Song Yunshui knew that in an era when assets were privately owned rather than publicly owned, there was no way to avoid such things.I heard that there are some backers behind that person, but even so, he can't sit idly by.

When he came to the familiar company building, the front desk staff saw him and nervously shouted "Hello Chairman".

Song Yunshui had no expression on his face, he nodded naturally, and then hurried past.

A notice was issued a few days ago, saying that a temporary meeting will be held tonight, and all shareholders who account for more than 5% of the shares must attend.

Entering the conference room, Song Yunshui took a glance, and after seeing the gray-haired figure, he withdrew his gaze.

The meeting started on time at [-]:[-]. At the end, Song Yunshui described a case:

An executive of a certain group embezzled common funds for stock trading, and was finally put in prison and sentenced to five years in prison.After the introduction, he looked down the stage. "President Qiu, what do you think of this matter?" His tone was like that of a judge.

"What?" Qiu Yang stood up from his seat.Judging by his expression, it seemed that he was taken aback because his name was suddenly called.

The others didn't know what was going on, and cast doubtful glances at the old man.

Song Yunshui repeated the question just now.

"Uh, this case... I heard..." Qiu Yang had obviously understood Song Yunshui's hint, and seemed a little panicked.

He leaned on the edge of the table with both hands, and seemed to be thinking about how to answer.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he raised his head and spoke fluently:

"I heard that the executive was later acquitted because the court re-examined and found that he was deliberately framed. In fact, the real criminal behind this incident was the plaintiff, and the one who was finally put in prison was also the plaintiff. .It seems that Director Song doesn't understand the details."

Song Yunshui knew that he was making up nonsense, and the implication was to show that he had a background behind him, who could turn right from wrong.

Song Yunshui did not expose him, nor did he show weakness, he continued:

"I know, I just want to see if you know the truth. What I want to tell you is that no matter slandering others or embezzling public funds, it is absolutely not allowed here. I hope everyone can learn from it."