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Silence spread in the room, Xin Yixiao and Sikong Qing seemed to be lost in thought under the hazy yellow light.

"Xiao Xiao, I have read some of your novels, and they are really good. You, you should believe in yourself. You will win the prize in the competition." I don't know how long it took, Sikong Qing said that he didn't know what it was. Words of consolation, or words of persuasion.

"But, after all, you can't be sure, right?" Xin Yixiao suddenly felt very tired, she looked at Sikong Qing with a serious face, and knew that she had misunderstood her just now.She shook her head and said, "If you want to clarify the facts, you need to launch a press conference. Tell me about the producer's schedule."

"You agreed with the producer's method?" Sikong Qing showed joy, and then fell silent again. "Xiao Xiao, if you don't want to, I'll talk to the producer again."

"If what you said before is useful, why do you come back to persuade me? Let's not deceive ourselves. What time is the press conference?" Xin Yixiao rubbed her temples, her expression indescribably tired.

"Because there are preparations to be made, if there is no problem, a press conference will be held tomorrow afternoon. This press conference is arranged before the official shooting, that is, before the simultaneous online shooting and voting." Si Kongqing replied.

"I see. Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you. I will withdraw from the role of screenwriter and express my responsibility for this matter. As long as I withdraw, you can also be the screenwriter yourself, and it will not affect the producer. interests." Xin Yixiao thought for a while and said.

"Xiao Xiao, why do you do this! Learning from others is not plagiarism." Sikong Qing was angry with Xin Yixiao's stubbornness. She thought that Xin Yixiao would accept the persuasion of learning from others, but she never thought that Xin Yixiao would be stubborn.

"Sikong, you don't need to say it. I have my persistence, and I don't blame you for this matter. I won't admit to learning from it. If I admit it, I don't have to go to the competition in three months. Because I feel that There is no shame in showing up in that holy place. This is a matter of principle." Xin Yixiao said with a wry smile.

"Xiao Xiao, I'm sorry. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have stepped into the showbiz, and you wouldn't have encountered these things... I know that you put a lot of effort into writing the script for this drama... It's just that you Have you really thought it through? You have to know that quitting screenwriting is actually tantamount to saying that you are plagiarizing to a certain extent." Sikong Qing had a rare serious expression.

"I know. But, I didn't say it myself, it's just the world's guess about me. If I can win the grand prize in three months, then my strength can prove that I am not plagiarism. If I admit To learn from, in fact, you and I both understand from the bottom of our hearts that it means plagiarism." Xin Yixiao looked down at Zhou An's novel "Youth" in his hand, his eyes were unshakable and firm.

"Xiao Xiao, you are too stubborn." Sikong Qing knew that no amount of persuasion would be effective, she sighed deeply, feeling powerless for the first time.She thought she was familiar with the rules of the entertainment industry, but now she realized that it wasn't that she was familiar with it, but that she knew how to adapt.

Xin Yixiao is different from her, she always has her own persistence, so... she is different from her.It is also because of this difference that she often envies her.If it wasn't for this difference, she wouldn't be able to write such a novel that everyone loves.

Sikong Qing took a look at her novels on the table. Among these novels, the ones that really made her famous were those given to her by Xin Yixiao.Sikong Qing took off her eyes and gently rubbed her sore eyes. She had never been so disappointed in herself.

"Don't make a bitter face. If I win the award in three months, I think the producer will beg me to come back. You don't have to worry about me so much." Xin Yixiao didn't understand what Sikong Qing was thinking, she She just didn't want her friend to be so worried about her, so she relaxed her shoulders, smiled indifferently, and tried to relax the tense atmosphere.

"It's not like that. I just discovered that I'm nothing compared to you. You can have your own persistence, but I don't. My novels, if it weren't for the ones you gave me, I would be a third-rate writer." For the first time in front of Xin Yixiao, Si Kongqing confessed his feelings.

"Ah?" Xin Yixiao was taken aback, she never knew that Sikong Qing had such thoughts.In fact, she has always been envious of Sikong Qing. The unknown novel in her hands will become very popular after Sikong Qing revises it.Thinking this way in her heart, Xin Yixiao couldn't help but say what she had been keeping in her heart. "It's not like this, Sikong. You have a very keen insight. Those novels are in my hands, and it is impossible for them to become popular novels. You know how to capture the hearts of the audience and express deeper feelings with words. Meaning. You just like to be lazy, if you write seriously, the things you write must be great. Don’t belittle yourself. I actually got into trouble with you because I envy your talent.”

Sikong Qing was stunned, she never thought that Xin Yixiao would also envy her.

"We seem to be flattering each other..." Sikong Qing laughed, and she found that the knot in her heart that had been shelved for a long time seemed to be untied.She should really get serious in the future.Not for anything else, just for what Xin Yixiao said today. "If you write seriously, it's going to be great. I love that, little one."

"Let's work hard together." Xin Yixiao also laughed, and the tense atmosphere was a little easier in the conversation and laughter between the two.

"Since you have plans for plagiarism this time, I won't comfort you anymore. But, I'm really sorry, I can't help you." Sikong Qing said with self-blame.

"Quitting is my own wish, and it's none of your business, Sikong. But, after I quit screenwriting, I still hope that you can promise me one request." Xin Yixiao thought for a while, and said hesitantly.

"What's the matter?" Sikong Qing asked.

"It's Fang Sike. Yu Keqing, I don't understand what tricks she wants to play. I don't want Yu Keqing to hurt Fang Sike, so I just hope you can help me take care of Fang Sike." Xin Yixiao Looking at Sikong Qing with scorching eyes, there is an unresolved tenderness in the black eyes.

"You can't protect yourself, and you're still worried about her!" Sikong Qing wished to knock Xin Yixiao's wooden head awake.

"That's all I ask, Sikong. The reason why I want to enter the entertainment industry is also because of her. So, if I can't help her, I hope you can help me take care of her." Xin Yi smiled bitterly.

Sikong Qing sighed and finally nodded.

The conversation between the two came to an end, Xin Yixiao bid farewell to Si Kongqing and walked towards her room.After walking two steps, she remembered that she told Shui Yixue earlier that she would not go back tonight, her footsteps paused, and Xin Yixiao walked towards the hotel Internet cafe.

Tonight, let's just stay in the Internet cafe for the night.She also needs to be quiet.Although she didn't show much concern in front of Sikong Qing, she couldn't find anyone to talk about the empty grievance in her heart.

Sitting in the single room of the Internet cafe, Xin Yixiao curled up, her forehead drooping on her knees, and the music was playing casually by her ears.In such a quiet environment, Xin Yixiao dared to release his helplessness.

Fang Sike, it would be great if you could be by my side.You know what, I really need you.Xin Yixiao covered her eyes with her hands, not wanting the warm water drops to fall.

Unknowingly getting used to relying on one person, does it mean that your feet are deep in mud?Xin Yixiao doesn't want to ask herself, she just misses and misses someone quietly.

The night is dark, but the miss has never stopped.

Under the moonlight, on a long-distance bus to the suburbs.

At this moment, Fang Sike is holding Xin Yixiao's novel "Youth" in one hand and a blue pen in the other. He is holding a white notepad on his lap and writing something with difficulty on the bumpy car.While she was writing, she occasionally flipped through another book in the bag on the chair beside her.Under the dim light, it can be seen clearly that the novel placed in the bag over there is exactly Zhou An's novel "Youth", and the light green word "Youth" is so bright under the shadow of the light.

Fang Sike flipped through the books lightly, but her eyes were focused.Fortunately, there were not many people on the long-distance bus at night, and there was no one else in the seat next to her.Some of the sparse people in the car were dozing off, some were listening to music, although Fang Sike's movements were different from others, they were still quite normal.She rummaged on the seat alone, but it would not affect other people.

As time went by, many people became sleepy and began to gradually fall asleep.However, Fang Sike, who was in the back row of the car, didn't even raise her eyes. Her eyes were still so focused and serious.Draw on the book, then write on the notebook, flip through the book, and then draw...

There was an old man next door who slept the latest because he didn't sleep well and he was in the car.It was already one o'clock in the morning when he went to sleep, but when he woke up in a daze, the slender figure reflected in the car window was still meticulously flipping through the book in his hand.

"What a serious girl." The old man couldn't help sighing in a low voice. He lowered his voice, as if he didn't want to disturb the girl next door who put all her body and mind into the book.

I don't know how long it took before Fang Sike raised his gaze from the book.Feeling the sore pain all over her body, she gently moved her numb knees and wrists.Writing too many words and maintaining one posture, even though Fang Sike was young, felt a little unbearable.

"It's finally done." Fang Sike looked at the densely written notes, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The sky at dawn is a world of black, white and gray.Fang Sike unscrewed the cap of the mineral water and took a sip of water.Outside the window are still the dim street lights beside the road, and the rows of receding blurred trees are like human figures, messy and mottled.

Fang Sike looked away, she turned on the phone to check what time it was, only to find that the phone had already run out of battery.After thinking about it, she couldn't help but smile wryly.In the morning, Xin Yixiao made several phone calls, and later she made several calls to contact Zhou An's manager, but of course the battery of the phone would die.Later, she was in a hurry, and when she got home, she only remembered to find the books and rushed all the way, without noticing the power of the mobile phone at all.

Looking down at his clothes, which were stained with fine wrinkles by dust, Fang Sike shook his head.It was almost dawn, and she needed to squint for a while, otherwise how would she have the energy to face Zhou An, who was known for his stubbornness?