Shining Stars: First Producer

After Tang Chen left, the room seemed very empty, and somehow the thoughts that had been forcibly interrupted before were reconnected again.

What kind of person am I?Tang Chen kept asking himself in his heart, with a very serious expression.

The first thing he thought of was other people's evaluation of him on weekdays, most of which were words of praise, about his achievements or appearance, after thinking about it carefully, Bai Xiaofei suddenly found that he seemed to rarely hear others self-denial.

This kind of recognition made Bai Xiaofei involuntarily surprised, his eyes widened, but soon there was only a wry smile left. It was probably because he had never accepted criticism from others that he knew that he There is no way to accept the real self, Bai Xiaofei thought in his heart.

Gently touched the pocket close to his chest with his fingers, and carefully pulled out a photo, the corners were a little yellowed, as if he was declaring his own unique lines of time in a high-profile way.

"When you find out my true character one day, will you feel that you can't accept it, or even regret knowing me?" Bai Xiaofei looked at the little man in the photo with burning eyes, and asked solemnly.

His expression is serious, his eyes are sincere, as if what exists in front of him is not a fluffy photo but a complete person. This kind of scene happened in an empty office, and people can't help but think of some bad things. Going up, the originally normal movements suddenly became a little weird.

The only light that was left outside the window finally fell below the horizon, and the purple color of the sky also slowly disappeared. Everything that belonged to the sun was perfectly hidden, only the moon hung high in the air , falling layers of cool halos.

And the moment when light and darkness meet is also the legendary moment of meeting the devil.

In the absence of any supernatural events, that solitary photo was a matter of course and could not make any noise. Bai Xiaofei waited quietly for a while, and the wry smile on his face became much more obvious.

"You should regret it," Bai Xiaofei said slowly, the emotion in his eyes became more and more intense, "But I have finally decided on this matter, and I still want to try it, even if it may be just sucker Punch."

Unaware of the private meeting between Bai Xiaofei and Tang Chen, Lu Cheng slowly returned to the small house she was currently renting, and threw herself neatly on the soft sofa.

Thinking of the blows he received this day, Lu Cheng couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed his aching forehead, his expression was very irritable, and the soft sofa kept moaning unbearably because of his movements.

And the private meeting between Bai Xiaofei and Song Moran made Lu Cheng a little incomprehensible, the connection between them has always been only him!

The sky outside became more and more gloomy, and the moon was completely blocked by a cloud floating from nowhere, and the watery moonlight quickly disappeared completely.

Although it was almost midnight, Song Moran was still sitting in the company, completely blocked by the documents that needed to be processed.

When Assistant Song came in from the outside, what he saw was a high pile of documents on the desktop and Song Moran's fingers constantly shaking. The pen held between his fingers quickly and smoothly left marks one by one on the paper. The handwriting is clear, as powerful as a silver hook painted on iron.

"President," Assistant Song walked in cautiously, seeing Song Moran's helpless expression, hesitated a little, and said softly, "It's already very late."

Hearing Assistant Song's words, Song Moran didn't raise his head, and the moving pen couldn't find a single trace of pause, as if there was no sound coming from beside him.

Looking at Song Moran, who completely blocked all sounds from the outside world, Assistant Song's eyes became more helpless, he sighed softly, and tried to speak again, "President, it's already late today, you Do you want to rest early, there is still a meeting to be held tomorrow morning."

Hearing this, Song Moran finally reacted a little bit. His dangling fingers stopped slowly. The beautiful handwriting became much uglier because of the sudden slowdown of the pen's moving speed, with strokes of uneven thickness. It looks crooked.

A hint of irritability flashed across Song Moran's eyes. He raised his hand and crumpled up the badly written document, then threw it neatly into the trash can.

Seeing Song Moran's series of actions, Assistant Song twitched his toes, and wanted to say something, but he hesitated for a long time, and finally chose to give up.

It's just a document, nothing will happen, Assistant Song told himself in his heart, the tiptoes that were stretched out slowly retracted.

Carefully guessing Song Moran's current thoughts, Assistant Song asked in a low voice, "President, do you need to postpone tomorrow's meeting?"

Song Moran slowly raised his head, except for his eyes that were reddened from exhaustion, he looked the same as usual.

"No need," he said blankly, raised his hand and rubbed his aching temple, and repeated again, "No need."

Assistant Song looked at the other party worriedly, but didn't know what to say, so he sighed a long time, and then slowly backed out.

Soon there was only Song Moran left in the office. The night outside the window that should have been pitch black had already been torn apart by the lit up neon lights. own light.

Song Moran slowly walked to the window, motionless as if standing like a sculpture, watching the black sky in the distance with a blank expression, slowly showing a touch of light blue, and finally an orange-yellow light suddenly appeared, declaring With the arrival of the next day.

Lu Cheng turned over on the bed, pulled up the quilt to cover her eyes, and finally sat up after dawdling for a long time, but her eyes still closed from time to time, looking very pitiful.

"It's already the second day," Lu Cheng raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and said with some emotion.

The following actions were the same as before, the curtains were opened step by step, and very, very prescient, before the bright and warm sunlight came in, they automatically closed their eyes.