Serious people who eat official match[Quick Transmigration]

The two went to the hotel and entered the private room, only to find that Director Yang was already waiting for them.

Anyway, he was a great director, and he was a few years older than them. Lin Litian was very sorry, and raised his glass and said that he would punish himself with three glasses.

Before Director Yang could speak, Liu Feng beside him rushed to find a step for Lin Litian, "It's not too late, you're busy, we can understand."

Originally, Director Yang didn't plan to take him with him. It was he who proposed to come to gain knowledge. He also has hidden thoughts. After all, if he starts from scratch in the future, these are accumulated contacts. Director Yang is just him climbing up. Just stepping stones.

What Director Yang wanted to say was blocked back, with a hint of displeasure on his face.

After drinking three cups in a row, the corners of Lin Litian's eyes were stained a little red, he smiled and said nothing, as if he didn't hear what Liu Feng was saying, he looked idle and at ease.

Director Yang knew that he was trying to save face, and he was very useful, so he waved his hand indifferently, "We came early."

Seeing that no one took him seriously, Liu Feng on the other side put his tail between his legs and pretended to be his own transparent person.

Director Yang turned his gaze and landed on Yan Shang, "This brother..."

"He is a partner of my studio." Lin Litian introduced, "Yan Shang."

Director Yang was taken aback, and immediately asked, "Who is Yan Qingheng from the Yan Group, Mr. Yan?"

Yan Shang just followed to watch the excitement, but Director Yang had never heard of his old man's name, so he replied generously, "It's my father."

After asking, he found out that Yan Shang's father had invested in Director Yang's movies, and Yan Shang never cared about the family business, this is the first time he knew that his family still invested in movies.

With this relationship, everyone has become closer. Director Yang saw that everyone was of the same age and did not put on airs as a big director. He looked at the two of them like brothers who couldn't be closer, and said from the bottom of his heart, "Okay." There are not many scripts now, and I have worked with almost all talented screenwriters in the industry, but no matter how I shoot, I can’t get the feeling when I first entered the industry. This is the first time I won an award, and my qualifications are not as good as some old directors. I really like your book, that’s why people keep contacting you, it doesn’t matter if you write about same-sex themes you are used to, if it won’t be released in mainland China in the past few years, send it to foreign countries for awards first, it can be regarded as your entry point.”

He knew that Lin Litian had been a reporter before, and he was a news practitioner. The words he wrote had thought-provoking connotations. It was too condescending to write only novels. The stories he wrote were most suitable for making movies to reflect their value, otherwise he would not Will work so hard to facilitate this cooperation.

Lin Litian smiled and said modestly: "I have never written a script before. Since Director Yang trusts me, I hope we can have a happy cooperation."

Afterwards, they chatted a lot. After waiting for half an hour, the dishes were not finished yet. Director Yang gave Liu Feng a look, who hurriedly said that he was going to remind him.

As soon as Liu Feng left, Lin Litian focused his eyes on the swaying water in the wine glass, and said calmly: "Director Yang, before we cooperate, I have a small request."

"You said."

Director Yang thought that he wanted to ask himself for independent editing and review rights. Many screenwriters value this, which is normal.

But Lin Litian said: "I don't like Liu Feng. If we want to cooperate, I hope to change to an assistant director."

After he finished speaking, Director Yang hesitated for two seconds.

The screenwriter and the assistant director didn't meet directly. Director Yang didn't know how Liu Feng offended him. Liu Feng was a crooked person but capable, but no matter how capable he was, it wasn't worth him rejecting this cooperation to keep this person.

He considered not to speak.

Lin Litian added: "He and I have only a personal grievance, as long as we change him, our cooperation will naturally go smoothly."

He said so frankly that it was a personal grievance, which made Director Yang speechless, "It's unreasonable to change someone just because of a personal holiday."

Yan Shang looked like a son-in-law, and said with a smile: "Director Yang, this is not coercion, it's just a choice. If you don't want to change Liu Feng, just pretend we never came."

Director Yang fell silent.

No wonder.

He obviously refused before, so why did he suddenly agree to write a script for him.

"let me consider it."

"Director Yang can think about it slowly, and just let me know when he decides."

At the end of the dinner, Lin Litian and Yan Shang left the private room first, and just after walking not far away, a few fierce quarrels broke out in the private room. A few seconds later, Director Yang slammed the door and left from the other direction.

Liu Feng, who was chasing after him, couldn't find anyone. Seeing that Lin Litian and Yan Shang hadn't gone far, he hurried forward.

He handed Lin Litian a business card with a close-fitting cover, "Does Mr. Lin still remember me? I am also from Jiangcheng No. [-] Middle School, and I was at the same level as you back then."

Since Director Yang wanted to kick him out of the team for the next film, he simply took the line of Lin Litian as an alumnus first, and it would be best if he could invite someone to write the script of his first film.

Lin Litian took the business card and looked down indifferently. Liu Feng continued the conversation, "You may not remember me, but I remember you. I never expected to meet here after so many years..."

"I remember." Lin Litian didn't bother to beat around the bush with him, crumpled up the business card in his hand, and threw it into the trash can beside him.

Liu Feng looked at the crumpled business card, his eyes widened in astonishment, he didn't know where he offended the person in front of him, "This..."

He's not stupid, even if he used his brain a bit, he knew that Director Yang wanted to kick him out of the team because of what the person in front of him said while he was away!

Liu Feng blushed, "You told Director Yang that you wanted to change me?! Where did I offend you? Why are you playing with me!"

"Hey, don't think about it, you haven't offended us." Yan Shang snapped his fingers to attract his attention, "But you still remember that you slandered Song Yan for stealing money?"

Hearing this extremely familiar name, Liu Feng seemed to be put out by a basin of cold water, and understood, "I understand, you are here to help Song Yan take revenge on me!"

"What's wrong with revenge?" Lin Litian looked up at him.

Yan Shang also yelled, "No, what's wrong with retaliating against you? Song Yan was slandered by you for no reason, and you beat him up. It's almost the same if we don't beat you up. Anyway, don't you want to make a movie yourself? Do you still do it?" What assistant director doesn't suit you?"

Liu Feng was blushing and trembling with anger.

The two people in front of them left the hotel without looking back.

The next day, Yan Shang excitedly called Lin Litian, his tone full of gloating, saying that Liu Feng had quarreled with Teacher Xiao He in the group.

Lin Litian hung up the phone to check the chat history.

It turned out that Liu Feng was overwhelmed with anger after returning home yesterday, and reported to the group that Lin Litian had helped Song Yan in his career.

Teacher Xiao He couldn't stand it anymore, so he told Song Yan that Liu Feng found money in the locker when he graduated, but didn't help Song Yan to clarify.

At the beginning, Liu Feng beat him up, went to the police station, and was punished. Everyone knew about the trouble, but everyone didn't know that there was a follow-up to this incident. They thought that Song Yan was a thief. It's a given.

I didn't expect the truth to come out after so many years.

Liu Fengming knew that Song Yan didn't steal the money, and let Song Yan bear such a long-term infamy.

Now the group was so angry that Liu Feng was almost drowned by spittle.

After reading the whole story, Lin Litian felt that what he did was quite boring. After so many years, maybe even Song Yan didn't care about it.

But when he thought of the blood-stained white jersey, he felt blocked in his heart. There was only one thought in his mind. He had to help Song Yan get back the grievances he had suffered in the days without him.

He looked down at the occasional name of Song Yan in the noisy chat group, upset, and swiped his fingers a few times.

Withdraw from the group.

I miss Song Yan even more!

One week before New Year's Eve, Lin Litian moved back to the villa.

Lin's father and Lin's mother saw that he was the only one coming back, so they asked Song Yan where he had gone.

"Go to the west for inspection." Lin Litian helped his mother tie red envelopes on orange branches, "I can only come back after the Chinese New Year."

Mother Lin said regretfully, "Unfortunately."

After all the potted plants in the villa were covered with small lanterns and red envelopes, Lin Litian hid in his room and made a video call with Song Yan.

He would make a video call with Song Yan every night. Song Yan's signal was not good. When he called, Song Yan couldn't get it nine out of ten times. He could only call back when there was a signal.

But this time he returned quickly, and 10 minutes later, he received an invitation for a video call.

On the other side of the screen, the tip of Song Yan's nose was red from the cold, his mouth was chapped and peeled, and he was wrapped in a bloated and heavy down jacket. He was still handsome and handsome.

Lin Litian asked: "Where are you? Why is it so dark around?"

Song Yan blinked, scanned the camera at his surroundings, and smiled so hard that his eyes were a little crooked, "On the way back to the hotel."

Lin Litian was happy when he saw him happy, "What's the matter laughing like this?"

"I found out where the data problem has been going wrong, and today's task was completed smoothly."

Lin Litian smiled, feeling his happiness.

Song Yan saw that he was not at home sharply, and asked, "Have you returned to the villa?"

Lin Litian lay on his back on the bed, held up his mobile phone, and said irrelevantly: "Yeah, my mother asked why you didn't come back today, and I said you went to the west for inspection, and my mother said, I want to give me all your red envelopes this year." Keep it safe, Song Yan, you are at a loss."

The wind whimpered and carried the coldness of the desolate west into the microphone, and arrived at Jiangcheng thousands of miles away. Lin Litian tried his best to distinguish Song Yan's voice mixed with the wind.

Song Yan only said two words, "It's not a loss."

Maybe it was because the wind was too loud, Lin Litian couldn't hear his own heartbeat at the moment, but could only hear Song Yan's hoarse voice, which concealed his love.

The two were chattering away.

"My dad got a new inkstone from somewhere, and said that when you come back, I will give it to you as a New Year's gift."

In fact, it was an antique treasure that Papa Lin asked his old friend to go to the auction house to take back with great difficulty. He said that it was very suitable for Song Yan.

"I can't write well."

"It's okay, I'll write." Lin Litian said: "There are still many walls in our house, all of which are covered."

Lin Litian, who had been talking all the time, didn't realize that Song Yan's thick down jacket was covered with thin pajamas. Song Yan didn't receive his call on the way back to the hotel at all. The location they were investigating was very remote, and the hotel's signal was so poor that they couldn't play video. , He ran downstairs after receiving Lin Litian's call, and only found a place with a signal to call him back.

After another 10 minutes, Lin Litian felt that the road was too long and asked, "Haven't you arrived at the hotel yet?"

Song Yan stared at the face on the screen, stomped his feet on the spot to keep warm, and lied without blushing, "Hurry up."

Lin Litian has no doubts about him.

A few days later, on New Year's Eve, before dawn, a large group of relatives came to the villa.

This is a long-standing tradition of the Lin family. Everyone spends the holidays together. Before the cousin arrived at the villa, she started calling Brother Song Yan at the gate of the courtyard.

Lin Litian leaned against the door frame, peeled the orange, and stuffed it into his mouth one by one, "He's not here."

When my cousin heard that Song Yan couldn't celebrate the New Year in the villa this year, she suddenly felt that the sky was falling and the ground was falling, and she was even more sad than Lin Litian. "Then call him for me, and I want to tell him Happy New Year."

Lin Litian had no choice but to take out her phone and call.

Unexpectedly, no one answered.

He shrugged and put the phone back into his pocket, "The signal over there is not good, so he can't answer the call."

The cousin walked away aggrieved.

For the next whole day, Song Yan didn't call him back, and he still couldn't get through when he called again. If he was not in the service area, he couldn't get through temporarily.

He lowered his eyes, watched the phone automatically hang up and exit the call interface, and said to himself, "Not even a happy new year."

After the New Year's Eve dinner, it was snowing outside, and everyone gathered in the living room to watch the Spring Festival Gala together.

Lin Litian was not interested in the Spring Festival Gala, so he put on a coat and went outside.

Every New Year, Jiangcheng will set off a grand fireworks at twelve o'clock in the morning. It is now 11:30, half an hour before the fireworks.

This snow was heavier than the first snow. He stepped on the snow and walked steadily to the bench in the yard, intending to occupy the best position to watch the fireworks.

Then record the fireworks and send it to Song Yan to let him know what a beautiful scene he missed.

Before the fireworks started, Lin Litian waited tediously, but heard the slight sound of rolling wheels coming from the direction of the courtyard door, like the sound of dragging a suitcase.

He froze for a moment, stood up and subconsciously ran towards the courtyard gate.

Then, outside the courtyard gate, I saw the person I had been thinking about for a month.

Song Yan didn't expect him to run out, the sound of the wheels stopped abruptly, and he was a little confused, "Where are you going?"

Lin Litian stopped at the same spot, rolled his Adam's apple, and blurted out, "Nowhere to go."

He approached Song Yan, afraid of hallucinations, he didn't dare to reach out to touch him, his drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, "Why are you back at this time?"

"The investigation mission was completed ahead of schedule, so I'll be back." Speaking of this, Song Yan's eyes lit up, like a child asking for credit.

Things are not as easy as he said.

This month he was in a hurry, except for eating and sleeping for less than six hours, he devoted all his energy to the task, and finally finished the inspection the day before New Year's Eve, but because of the heavy snowfall in the west, the plane could not do anything To take off, he had to take the bus the night before to a city where it didn't snow, and after several twists and turns, he boarded the plane back to Jiangcheng.

Song Yan didn't mention this, but said: "I can't get a taxi during the Chinese New Year, but luckily I catch the last bus."

The nearest station is two kilometers away. After getting off the bus and dragging his luggage for such a long way in the ice and snow, Lin Litian admired him a little.

His eyes were red, he took a few steps forward, and hugged him tightly.

Song Yan let go of the suitcase, followed his body's deepest desire to hug him back, and the voice through the screen finally rang in Lin Litian's ear, "I miss you very much, Lin Litian."

Lin Litian's voice was hoarse, "Me too."

Letting go of his embrace, Song Yan felt something extra on his neck.

He looked down and saw that it was the whistle.

He was filled with the surprise of finding it again, holding it in his hand and looking at it repeatedly, "I thought... I lost it in a car accident."

Lin Litian: "You were at the nurse's place when you were hospitalized, and then I gave it to me for safekeeping, and now it's returned to you."

Song Yan turned the whistle to the back, and found that where there was only one word "Lin" originally, a new word "Song" was engraved on the back.

The two words are next to each other, as if they are a natural match.

Before he could say anything, everyone in the villa started counting down together. At the end of the countdown, a ray of light rose from the sky, rose to the apex, and then burst open suddenly, turning into bright and bright fireworks.

At twelve o'clock, the new year begins.

"Lin Litian." Song Yan turned his head and shouted excitedly: "Happy New Year!"

He was afraid that the fireworks would overwhelm his voice, so he shouted very loudly.

Lin Litian felt that the emotions in his heart were like fireworks, rising into the air, expanding, bursting, and dazzling. He also responded loudly: "Happy New Year!"

With just four ordinary words, Song Yan suddenly felt like crying.

He rarely cries.

When his mother died, he didn’t cry because he was too young to understand the meaning of death; he didn’t cry when his father robbed him of the tuition and living expenses he earned from part-time jobs in high school; I didn't cry when I hit it.

Suffering was not worth his weeping.

Loving Lin Litian alone is the secret of his ability to resist suffering. He carried this secret from 17 to 28 years old and lived invulnerable.

Until God took pity on him and gave him a chance to be saved after what he thought was a greater suffering.

The fireworks were placed in the middle of the field, and the sky briefly returned to tranquility. Lin Litian lowered his head and asked him, "Is it cold?"

"A bit."

"Put your hand in my pocket and it won't be cold."

Song Yan put his hand into his coat pocket obediently.

As soon as he reached in, his fingertips touched a hard ring-shaped object. He froze for a moment, his heart beating wildly out of control.

Lin Litian held his hand, took out the ring, and put it on his ring finger.

A very plain platinum ring, without too many decorations, and the size is just right.

Song Yan had a bunch of questions he wanted to ask, but he chose the most insignificant one before leaving.

"How did you know I'd be back today?"

Lin Litian kissed his forehead and smiled muffledly, "I always carry it with me."

From the moment he got the ring, Lin Litian fantasized about Song Yan wearing it.

Now he got his wish.

"Song Yan, I love you."

Song Yan grabbed his hand that was about to hang down, and clasped his fingers with the ring-wearing hand, "I love you too."

The fireworks above his head bloomed again, Lin Litian supported his shoulder, lowered his body, and kissed him.

Another 10 minutes passed, and after the fireworks were completely over, Mother Lin heard a vague conversation coming from the courtyard door, and asked from the living room, "Xiao Tian, ​​who's here?"

After the kiss was over, Lin Litian licked his red lips and replied with a smile:

"Song Yan is back."

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The author has something to say:

It's finally over! ! !Thank you to all the babies who saw it now!Xiaolin and Xiaosong are very happy, and they will be happy forever!

This article is a subject that I am not familiar with. There are many shortcomings and flaws. I hope the next one will get better and better.

I don't have any ideas for the story yet, let's take a break for two days, and if I still have nothing to write, I will finish it directly.

The next article will be published in August, but the exact time is uncertain.

There are two advance collections in the column, the copywriting is as follows, which book will be opened more, if you like it, you can click in and bookmark it~

——Advance receipt 1——

"Have Been Sweetened To [Entertainment Circle]"

Copywriter:

Pei Xu was reborn.

Reborn as a top singer, he became a beautiful boy living with his sick grandmother in a small fishing village.

The young man was very pitiful, drowned in the sea, and Pei Xujiu occupied the magpie's nest. In order to treat the young grandmother, he had to take the old man to the big city where he lived in the previous life, and then met the previous life agent who wanted to sign him again.

A question mark slowly appeared above his head?

After signing with an entertainment company, he met his arch-nemesis when he was a top-ranking actor—the film king Jiang Hui'an.

So people think that the two are not getting along, but no one knows that the two are bamboo horses who grew up together, and there is an unknown relationship...

The cleaning lady who was caught by him to listen to the story looked at him like a fool, and asked, "Do you have a relationship with the actor? Or a bamboo horse? And he chased you? The wind on the beach is so strong that it blows your mind out?"

"..." Pei Xu was furious, "Forget it if you don't believe me!"

Unexpectedly, after listening to the full version of Jiang Hui'an behind him, he said: "Who do you say has a relationship with you?"

"!" Pei Xu pointed at the cleaning lady squatting on the ground, "Me and her!"

Aunt cleaner: "???"

[Grumpy Monster/Horizontal in the Nest/Hard Mouth and Soft Heart×Cold and Cool/Su Broken Leg/Gaoling Flower Attack]

——Advance receipt 2——

"Anchor, please continue 1 install 0"

Copywriter:

It is said that during the day, he is a social animal dog from [-] to [-], and at night, he transforms into a well-known faceless anchor in the music section of a live broadcast platform.

Later, due to some accidents, he was expelled from the company and terminated the contract with the original live broadcast platform, so he had to find another way out on Xingyun Live, the largest live broadcast platform in China.

Just in time for Xingyun's large-scale linkage project, the platform assigned him the head anchor of the game area. After counting the number of fans of the head anchor with his fingers, he fell into self-doubt.

Out of curiosity, he clicked on the live broadcast room of the linked object, and instantly tripped over the ground full of bitter tea seeds.

[Wheat external application! ! !Nan Nan, my fateful wife! ]

[Wife sticks!For the sake of my wife, I took off my manicure today~]

[I heard that my husband, I'm going downstairs to take out the trash, Nan Nan's wife, I'm here! ! ! ]

Wen Shu: "??? Are you sure this live broadcast room will not be blocked? Will it really not implicate me?"

Wen Shu has witnessed the three stages of Lu Zhaonan's live broadcast.

The first stage: Nan Nan's wife posted a post! ! !

The second stage: Fuck my husband supermarket me!

The third stage: Qiuqiu Lu Zhaonan played in front of the camera and heard about the baby! ! !

He leaned on his waist and gritted his teeth to report pornography in the live broadcast room. Xingyun reviewed the feedback:

[Sorry, the review department currently does not have the authority to ban the anchor. ]

[Probably] The story of the secret love between the top of the game area and the buddhist youth bottom in the music area (attacking the secret love)