The shadow of the past and the present arrives

Chapter 66

When Xiao Min met Song Weimu, he was a little more enthusiastic than last time, but he was not enthusiastic, and he talked about topics that would interest her, and getting along was like a spring breeze.

Song Weimu smiled when talking to him, turned his head and sighed to the assistant, "This person will definitely achieve something in the future."

The assistant wondered, "How do you say?"

Without raising his eyelids, Song Weimu took a glass of water from his assistant, took a sip, and watched the movie played in his notebook, "A person who is thoughtful, tenacious, ambitious, capable, and able to seize opportunities. It would be strange if it didn’t work.”

The assistant held back for a long time before saying, "Where did you see it?"

Song Weimu said slowly, "As a newcomer, I can act in Director Chen's play for two reasons. First, I come from a wealthy family with a rich family background. Second, I hugged the thigh of the financial master, and the backstage is strong enough." If the former, he would not be too obsequious, and he did not show any contempt for the latter. No matter what kind of me I am, I may help him in the future. Opportunities are given by people, and I may miss them at all. And I also There is no special friendship, which shows that he knows how to measure and how to make people not disgusted. At such an age, he can hold his breath and can do this. As long as luck is not too bad, I can't think of a reason for his failure. "

The assistant was dumbfounded, and after a while, he reluctantly said, "So you know everything."

There has always been no big secret in the circle, and Duan Ershao did not deliberately hide it. Many people know that Duan Ershao and Song Weimu have an ambiguous relationship, but Song Weimu has always been calm and doesn't care much about gossip. The assistant always thought that Song Weimu didn't know, who knew Nowadays……

The assistant suddenly felt disillusioned.

Song Weimu in front of him seemed to have suddenly evolved from a rose to a cannibal flower.

Fuck, Second Young Master, are you sure you can handle this one?
The assistant retreated silently.

In the blink of an eye, it was the Spring Festival, no matter how reluctant Director Chen was, he wanted to take the crew's leave. On the day of family reunion, everyone hurriedly said goodbye and went back to their respective planes to catch the plane and go home.

Song Weimu was alone, took the assistant's leave, and bought some quick-frozen dumplings from the supermarket. The technology was not up to standard, and the boiled dumplings were a bit broken. It was a pity to put them on a delicate plate. The window was opened, and there were no stars in the dark night sky. , and no fireworks.

The noisy city suddenly became quiet.

Song Weimu reluctantly ate one with chopsticks, and said to himself expressionlessly, "Happy New Year."

The hunger in her stomach reminded her that it was time to eat, but her spirits were waning and she felt nothing. Just as she was about to look up again, she saw a rain of rose petals suddenly falling in front of the French windows.

A fluorescent strip hangs under a hydrogen balloon and slowly floats down.

happy New Year.

Song Weimu couldn't help showing a smile, after all, it feels really good to have someone remember at this moment.

The bell rang, Song Weimu picked up the phone, and after connecting, Duan Ershao's voice came over, "Do you like it?"

Song Weimu felt better, "How do you know I saw it?"

Duan Ershao laughed triumphantly, even when he was proud, he was very subtle and not annoying, "The mountain people have their own tricks."

"I prepared a big meal on it. I guess you haven't eaten yet. Do you want to come together?"

For the hungry Song Weimu, this was a very tempting invitation, especially since the person who sent the invitation was not too annoying, so Song Weimu accepted the invitation as a matter of course.

Living here for a few months, this is the first time she stepped into Duan Ershao's house, the layout is similar, black and white is simple and clear, the living room should have been tidied up, there is a big table in the middle, a combination of Chinese and Western, including steak There are dumplings.

Extremely rich.

Song Weimu looked at the smiling Duan Ershao and wondered, "Aren't you going home for the New Year?"

The current New Year's atmosphere is not as strong as before, but it is also the default day of reunion every year. There is no big event, and everyone should go back.

Second Young Master Duan is obviously inferior to her who has no father or mother, nor any bad relatives.

Second Young Master Duan took a sip of the red wine and said in an aria, "Of course I'll be with you at such an important time."

Song Weimu smiled without saying a word.

Duan Ershao spread his hands and said helplessly, "My parents are in France, and we spent Christmas with the crowd over there. There are too many relatives here, and my grandparents are gone, so I don't know where to go. Just don’t go anywhere.”

No matter what he said is true or not, but staying here to accompany me at this moment is the essential point.

Song Weimu sighed, picked up the red wine and said to Duan Ershao, "Happy New Year."

The smile is revealed unconsciously, no matter how unhappy you are, you have to smile happily at this time when the old and the new are changing, otherwise the next year will not be smooth.

With such a smile, it seems that the whole person is shining, and the eyebrows are more and more refined, as if the whole person is alive in an instant, with a sense of vitality.

Can't see enough.

Duan Ershao didn't know how many times he lamented, he probably really wanted to bid farewell to the life of a bachelor.

(End of this chapter)