After I fell in love with the double slag Gong, Bai Yueguang came back

MOCO Media.

Jiang Yan read the marketing regulations in the brokerage contract. Zhou Jueqing and him had many ambiguous rumors on the Internet. He probably knew that Moke Media and Zhou Jueqing Company were operating the hype. Cheng Jianyu never asked about it, and he didn't bother to explain it. When it didn't happen.

He carefully read the contract, picked up a marker pen, crossed out all the marketing regulations, and smeared the entire page. After checking, he handed the contract to A Sheng, "According to this, a new copy will be made."

Now that he has decided to get back together with Cheng Jianyu, he still understands the principle of dealing with the accumulated conflicts and showing the sincerity of getting back together.

Zhou Jueqing's house is located in a residential area on the third ring road, where there are many artists in the circle, so the secrecy is very good. Jiang Yan parked the car, took out his mobile phone to look at the building number unit sent by A Sheng, and went straight to the elevator.

There was a party here today, and a couple of young couples snuggled up on the sofa, feeding each other with salads. Before, Jiang Yan felt disgusted, but thinking about it now, if Cheng Jianyu was willing to feed him, it would be quite romantic.

His arrival was like a pebble thrown into turbulent water. The guests' eyes were bright and they greeted enthusiastically. Although he knew Zhou Jueqing, had a lot of contact with work and had a personal relationship, he didn't like Zhou Jueqing, a man with a feminine appearance. The words were soft and gentle, not like a man.

Zhou Jueqing stood in the open kitchen, lowered his head to cut fruit, saw him, raised his head and smiled, "I didn't expect Jiang Shao to come to my humble house and join my celebration party."

Jiang Yan sat on the high kitchen stool, stepped on the ground with one straight leg, and stepped on the foot bar with the other half bent. He casually glanced at him and didn't reply.

A tender-faced girl came over with a cocktail, and looked at Zhou Jueqing enviously, "Brother Zhou, I really like your hot-searched red carpet photo, it looks so good on you."

"Does it look good?" Zhou Jueqing looked at Jiang Yan with a half-smile, and asked with a raised tone, "Did Young Master Jiang watch it?"

Jiang Yan said in a perfunctory tone, "I didn't watch it."

The girl is very good at being a person, she turned on her phone and handed it to him, "This group of red carpet pictures that were trending yesterday"

Jiang Yan glanced down, raised his head to measure Zhou Jueqing, and said in a cold tone, "PS is pretty good."

Zhou Jueqing opened her mouth in astonishment, and the girl serving the cocktail almost laughed out. Seeing that something was wrong, she slipped away immediately, so that Zhou Jueqing would not hold grudges against her in the future.

"Not in a good mood today?" Zhou Jueqing asked tentatively.

Jiang Yan said lightly, "I broke up with Cheng Jianyu."

Zhou Jueqing paused with his hand holding the fruit knife, and the blade cut his finger intentionally or unintentionally. He hissed softly, and showed Jiang Yan his bleeding hand, "Jiang Shao, you scared me, it's so good, you broke up ?”

Jiang Yan leaned on the bar with one elbow, squeezed a wooden fruit fork and fiddled with it, and said nonchalantly, "He's boring, I'm tired of it."

"You've been in love for a long time, and you don't get tired of it for five years." Zhou Jueqing wiped his hands with a smile, lifted the high stool, sat next to him, and put the cut fruit in front of Jiang Yan, "Eat some fruit, I remember You like oranges."

Jiang Yan likes sweet oranges, and he prefers someone represented by sweet oranges. He glanced at the fruit on the plate and said "um" indifferently.

Zhou Jueqing sat very close, touching his leg easily, "Don't be too sad, if you don't go to the old one, don't come to the new one, you will meet someone you like more."

Jiang Yan slightly turned his legs sideways, distanced himself, and looked at him with slightly raised eyebrows, "Do you have any problems with Cheng Jianyu?"

It is well known in the entertainment industry that Jiang Yan’s family is very powerful, Zhou Jueqing’s heart jumped down, and when he met Jiang Yan’s eyes, he avoided the serious and ignored it, “It’s a bit of a holiday, he misunderstood me, I always wanted to explain it to him face to face, but I didn’t have a chance, and he didn’t Believe me."

Jiang Yan copied it with only one hand in his pocket, lowered his head and laughed at himself a few times, raised his head and his eyes changed, cold and sharp, "You were kicked out of the crew by Cheng Jianyu because you changed the script, and you planned to frame him as Bei Xinhong's shooter with a grudge." , which link do you need to explain?"

"I..." Zhou Jueqing was dumbfounded, shook his head hastily, and pretended to be calm and said: "I admit that I changed the script, but you can't say that I framed him, don't you know what I am?"

"What kind of person are you?" Jiang Yan was unmoved, looked him over and over, and slammed each word coldly, "Despicable? Despicable?"

Zhou Jueqing's face turned pale, his hands and feet trembled, and he said these four words from Jiang Yan's mouth, viciously, "Jiang Yan, you are too much."

Jiang Yan laughed, too lazy to put on airs with him, and said bluntly: "Today I'm here to inform you that I'm going to sue you and Bei Xinhong. Whatever you took from Cheng Jianyu, I'll help him get it back."

He easily stepped off the stool, walked forward, without looking at Zhou Jueqing, and said casually: "Since I want to climb higher branches, I have an uncle who is a widower, maybe he can take a fancy to you."

After saying this, he was not relieved. In the final analysis, the reason was on himself. He was able to be friends with the person who pushed the person next to his pillow into hell. He even made a lot of hype and wrote songs for Zhou Jueqing. sexual accomplice.

He can't blame anyone else.

He thought mockingly, Cheng Jianyu was by his side and suffered so much grievance without knowing it.

Really unmanly.

Cheng Jianyu promised to write a script for director Liang Qiu, and this matter was put on the agenda. Director Liang looked like an amiable old man, but deep down he was ambitious for movies, and he regarded making movies as a manifestation of the value of life. Movies with an empty mind He doesn't like it, and likes to incorporate his thinking about history and culture into movies.

After thinking about it, Cheng Jianyu set the subject as a realistic one. He once read an interesting physical book in a bookstore called "The Cloud Chasing the Moon". The characters are immature and blunt. If you can buy the copyright of this book and adapt it, it will be an excellent script.

He searched online, and found that the first website of the book "Clouds Chasing the Moon" was a little-known website. It was published ten years ago, and the author Xiao Xiaoliyu only had this book.

Cheng Jianyu told An An, tried to contact the author, and bought the copyright at a price that neither treated the author badly nor lost money.

The weather is very good today, the summer season is sunny and sunny, the sky is bright and bright, at noon, Cheng Jianyu made an appointment to have lunch with Wen Yueming.

When it comes to food, Wen Yueming is comparable to top-tier food critics, but everyone has taste preferences, like sour, heavy, spicy, and sweet, but he doesn't. It seems that he is not picky about anything, but in fact he is picky about everything. For example, the ratio of salt, sugar and soy sauce in a dish can be described as picky. In just a few months, after eating all over the surrounding restaurants, he finally found an impeccable restaurant.

Cheng Jianyu walked into the restaurant and saw Wen Yueming by the window for the first time. He was not fully armed today as usual. His casual shirt was rolled up to his elbows, his arms were smooth, and two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. He had a stable and comfortable demeanor.

It seemed that he had returned to seven years ago, Cheng Jianyu's heart moved, he walked over and sat down, Wen Yueming picked up the CD case on the table, and handed it to him, "A gift for you."

The pure black disc box couldn't see any information, Cheng Jianyu held it with one hand, looked around, "What's inside?"

"Occasionally I need a surprise, so I can't tell you." Wen Yueming smiled calmly.

Cheng Jianyuzhen put it away, there was a small square downstairs, a few children were playing games, shouting loudly, the sound pierced through the glass barrier, Wen Yueming looked away, "Do you think it's noisy?"

"No noise." Cheng Jianyu was not around, so of course he didn't feel noisy.

Wen Yueming lowered his head and smiled, "Jian Yu, were you as quiet when you were young as you are now?"

When he met Cheng Jianyu, Cheng Jianyu was already a teenager. Due to family reasons, he was a little precocious, he didn't talk much, he was straightforward, and he liked people and chased them recklessly. Thinking this way, Cheng Jianyu would not have been a noisy child when he was young.

"I talked a lot when I was young, but no one listened." Cheng Jianyu looked away from the window, smiled, and looked at him, "Mr. Wen, are you still used to living in China?"

Wen Yueming took a sip of coffee, smiled and shook his head, "Life in China is much better than in Ethiopia. The only thing I'm not used to is the lag in information. I've probably never heard of popular movies and stars, and it will take some time to get used to it."

Cheng Jianyu listened carefully, and said softly: "You can make more friends. Mr. Wen wants to make friends, and no one can resist."

"A friend is easy to find, but a confidant is hard to find."

When the waiter served the dishes, Wen Yueming picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of Hujiang pork ribs for Cheng Jianyu, "Try it, I made this dish myself abroad, but I can't make it taste like it no matter what, I guess it's the ingredients question."

Cheng Jianyu tasted it, looked up, Wen Yueming suddenly raised his eyebrows to look at him, the two eyes intertwined in the air, and after a quiet moment, he smiled lightly, and called out in a low voice: "Little friend."

This long-lost address, Cheng Jianyu seemed to be pinched seven inches, his eyes were fixed on his eyes, and the surrounding was quiet only the sound of breathing.

Wen Yueming put down his chopsticks, took out a piece of paper, and wiped away any stains on his hands, "My sister called me yesterday, and I just found out that you visited me in a nursing home five years ago. Sorry, I let you see that I was in a mess. look."

His proud son, half-satisfied, fell into the mire, lying on the hospital bed and unable to take care of himself, allowing the doctors and nurses to toss and turn. Compared with the physical pain, what makes him unbearable is the lack of dignity, the loss of dignity, and the pain from the inside. Others destroy him.

Cheng Jianyu paused, and slowly shook his head, "Mr. Wen, I should be the one to say sorry."

Sorry, for being ignorant and fearless when I was young and ignorant.

Sorry to meet you again by accident.

Sorry, there is nothing I can do for your pain.

If it wasn't for him, Wen Yueming would have a better life.

Wen Yueming was slightly startled, frowned, and said in a dignified tone, "No matter what my sister said, you have to be clear, it's not your fault, you can't put yourself under the shackles of this mistake."

Cheng Jianyu's eyes fell on his face, he took a deep breath, and replied solemnly: "I broke up with Jiang Yan, and I forgive myself."

He once wandered in the abyss of fate and fell into the boundless darkness. Only by looking at the same face, like grabbing a life-saving rope, and clinging to him with all his strength, can he ignite the hope of life.

The long river of time is a benevolent hand, little by little, washed away the deep sins on his body, pushed him up from the abyss, and regained his life again.

What should be paid back has also been paid off, and what he has to pay back now is the time he owed himself.

Wen Yueming was quiet for a few seconds, and adjusted his glasses slowly, "You are such a person, and you have been with him for five years. He hasn't made you like him. He should think about it."

He clearly knows how good the young man in front of him is. He is open and true, generous, sincere and sincere to his friends, confident and firm, which is commendable.

After a pause, he sighed in his heart, "He's still young, I'm afraid he won't know what he has lost now, maybe it won't be until a long time before he understands how regretful it is to miss you."

After finishing speaking, he raised his coffee cup, "Congratulations, kid. I'm sad for him and happy for you."

Cheng Jianyu took a deep breath, held up the lemonade, and clinked glasses in the air, "Thank you, Mr. Wen.