early bird sold out

"Uh, brother, what did you say?"

Xu Jieqing stared at the big actor in front of him, and blinked in disbelief.

Bo Chi smiled and repeated: "I said, invite me to your party."

The man wearing glasses frowned and raised his eyebrows amusedly at the same time: "You don't really want to change careers, do you? I've been busy recently."

Xu Jieqing and Bo Chi are juniors from the same Drama Academy. Although they are two levels behind in different majors, they met a lot because of the student union in the school.

After graduating, Xu Jieqing became a professional screenwriter. He is used to gathering with familiar colleagues and friends every once in a while, drinking tea, chatting, and brainstorming, which keeps the brain of long-term high-intensity creative work highly active.

Out of some cooperation, he and Bo Chi had lunch at a vegetarian restaurant today. The two were close and casually chatted until the afternoon party. To Xu Jieqing's surprise, Bo Chi even asked him to invite him to go with him.

Although my friends are well-known in the industry, the occasion in the afternoon is still not formal.Even if the great movie king volunteered to participate, once he suddenly appeared in front of everyone, it would be really... so exciting.

Xu Jieqing smiled and said OK.

"No problem, but you have to be careful. There are not only one or two people in the group who said they would tailor a script for you."

Bo Chi was still smiling: "Isn't that my honor?"

Xu Jieqing shrugged and gave him a meaningful look: "I hope you can say that later."

"!! Today there is a guest that you will never expect"

Ren Shuhan has always taken the attitude of never reading the text messages that are deceptively false.

In the afternoon of weekdays, the second ring road in Jiangcheng was not too congested. Ren Shuhan had no filming schedule today, so it was rare for her to go home to see her father, but her friend stopped him in advance and invited him to a party.

Ren Shuhan and Xu Jieqing are juniors from the same drama academy. Although they are three levels behind in different majors, they met a lot because of the student union when they were in school.

At the annual meeting of the first year of working in the student union, Xu Jieqing, who was the president at the time, also said to the younger junior with deep emotion: "I have a senior who has graduated and is the president of the student union. The relationship between me and him is just like ours. Both are as strong."

Ren Shuhan answered him with emotion at the time: "You fart."

He is different from that fake talent.

Like him, Xu Jieqing's screenwriter friends are more autistic than the other on weekdays, but when they talk about scripts, they go crazy.

Ren Shuhan debuted as an actor, and thanks to her senior brother, she had a lot of dealings with screenwriters on weekdays.The eldest princess has a good personality, although she has a vicious tongue and is arrogant, but when it is time to be humble, even the most old-fashioned boss can be coaxed into submission by him. Xu Jieqing often invites him to play with the group of people in his circle.

The gathering place for these people is usually in a villa area in Jingxuan District. The Ren family also owns real estate there. When Ren Shuhan drove past her house, she stopped in the yard by the way.

Xu Jieqing's house is not far away, it takes only 5 minutes to walk there. Ren Shuhan walked over playing a game, but before he reached the door, the senior brother who was caught outside the courtyard yelled so loudly that he almost dropped his phone.

"I told you that there are guests, and it's still so slow."

"Where are the guests?"

"Being haunted by everyone."

The man's gentle eyes were filled with schadenfreude, Ren Shuhan glanced at him, and stretched without the slightest interest.

"Can you show some face to the tricksters?"

"I can't."

The eldest princess, who was not rested enough, went to the door of the villa and yawned, and raised her hand to hold the door lock.

The moment before he pressed it down, as if he had sensed something, the movement of his palm paused, but the door opened in front of him without stopping.

The breath of the world suddenly turned into a series of slow motion before his eyes.

The white doves fluttering over the roof, the fallen leaves blown by the wind, and the big pale bony hand pressing the door lock from the inside.

He vaguely remembered that the person's piano level had passed the tenth grade, and his fingertips were full of calluses.

The door opened.

Ren Shuhan slowly raised her head along the slender arm that was folded in half by the cuff of the shirt.

And the person behind the door bent down gracefully before he could see his expression clearly, and whispered hello to Ren Shuhan in a voice that only the two of them could hear clearly: "Long time no see, Yinyin."

The slow motion stops abruptly.

His heartbeat, which was on the verge of sudden arrest, knocked on his ears like a drum, and before he died suddenly, Ren Shuhan took a decisive step back and slammed the door back vigorously.

Who will scare to death first?You are doomed!

Xia Zhizhu carefully closed the door of his room behind him.

Lincheng is to the north, and the winter is long and the summer is short.

Song Ci had just left, and before leaving, he reminded him that the weather has changed today, and someone's flight may not arrive on time.

There may be some disappointment, but Xia Zhizhu quickly regained his spirits and found a winter coat in the wardrobe that his manager had newly filled for him.

It is the end of August, summer has just ended, and this city in the northern latitude seems to have entered winter in advance.

The weather forecast says it might snow today.

The wave of global warming does not seem to have affected this quiet and shrinking city. I heard that the first snow in Lincheng last year was in mid-October. No one thought that it would be possible to see snow so soon this year.

Ji Bocen sent him a message just now, asking Fa Xiao to take a picture of a snowy autumn day for him, so that he can post it on the Internet to complete the KPI of this month's blog in one fell swoop.

This apartment building has been around for a long time, and it is not far from the time of demolition and reconstruction. The residents of the entire building have moved out before their arrival, and the remaining surviving days were completely rented out by the crew.

In addition to Xia Zhizhu, there are many other staff living here.

There are only two elevators, and it is usually not possible to squeeze in. Although everyone will give him a seat enthusiastically, relatively speaking, Xia Zhizhu still prefers to choose to climb the stairs alone.

... Is social phobia really contagious?

There was no heating in the stairwell, and as soon as Xia Zhizhu pushed open the fire door, the cold wind hit his neck.

The three friends of Suihan are pine, bamboo and plum, but Xia Zhizhu's bamboo is obviously not cold-resistant. When walking down from the 30th floor, except for the two or three pitiful fixed lines in his mouth, he took one step at a time. One jump, and then jump down with both legs together for a while, and there are 37 steps in the time of going down twelve floors.

Xia Zhizhu finally stopped on the sixth floor.

Because tired.

Because the bare trees downstairs can be seen from the window on this floor.

It's also because... someone on this floor stopped and waited for him after hearing the sound of bamboo bouncing.

Xia Zhizhu, wearing a woolen cap, stood in the stairwell of the old apartment building, looking up at him as he stood under the steps with his coat in his pocket, and bent his eyes very gently in embarrassment.

"Is it snowing?" he asked.

The snow on the shoulders of Xi Zhao raised the corners of his lips towards him.

"Ah."

Snowing.