Endless Fall

Chapter 72: Afraid that he won't cherish, afraid that he will develop a habit

  Chapter 72 Afraid that he won't cherish, afraid that he will develop a habit

   There was a screeching sound from the pantry.

  Xuyang spread the dust particles suspended in the air on their smiling faces, making the atmosphere a lot warmer.

   Pei Yilan left before the end of the lunch break.

   After saying goodbye to her, Lin Jiao returned to her work station to make an appointment for Zhou Yanshen to meet, and went to Xinghe Entertainment the next day.

   "Hello, who are you looking for?" The staff at the front desk saw her and stopped her in time.

   "Zhou Yanshen."

   "Do you have an appointment?"

  Lin Jiao shook her head: "I'll let him tell you." She called Zhou Yanshen and handed her the phone.

  Under his instruction, the front desk staff took her to the elevator door and pressed her down to the top floor.

   A 'ding' sounded.

   Zhou Yanshen leaned against the wall and took a step forward when the figure came into view.

   "Go eat first." He stretched out his hand to block the door, embraced her before entering the elevator: "I specially asked the cafeteria to prepare your favorite dishes."

   "You didn't change the chef, did you?"

   "No change."

   "That's good." Lin Jiao really liked the dishes made by those chefs, and she missed it after a long time.

  It is meal time, entertainers or employees, who are together in pairs, sit at the table to talk and laugh.

   When he saw Zhou Yan walk to the dining area with a strange woman in his arms, he couldn't help but gossip.

   "Who is she?"

   "I don't know, maybe it's an artist who just signed?"

   "Daoxing is very high, I just came to him." Yu Hui's tone was sour.

   "You envy?"

   "What is there to envy?" She raised her chin slightly: "I don't like people who like to take shortcuts the most!"

   Du Wei, who was sitting at the front table, sneered.

   She didn't mean to argue with the other party, but called her when Lin Jiao passed by in front of everyone.

   "Beautiful."

   Lin Jiao, who heard the voice, stopped.

   Seeing that the other party seemed to have a greeting, she handed the dinner plate to Zhou Yanshen: "Brother Yan, find a place to wait for me first."

   "Don't talk too long."

   "I know." She smiled and walked over.

  Du Wei handed her the cup of fruit tea she hadn't had time to drink: "Jiaojiao, are you mad at me?"

   "What are you angry about?"

   "I didn't take good care of him... let you down."

  Lin Jiao patted the back of her hand reassuringly: "You don't have to blame yourself, he is so old and has the ability to take care of himself."

  Du Wei suddenly sighed: "It can only be said that we have no fate and cannot go to the end."

   "It's okay." Lin Jiao glanced in the direction of Zhou Yanshen: "You will meet better."

  Du Wei restrained her sadness.

   She ignored the glances from her side: "Beautiful, although your brother and I have broken up, it doesn't affect us being friends. If you have anything in the future, you can still tell me."

   The phrase 'your brother' made the eyes of the group of people listening with their ears pricked up slightly changed.

   "Okay." Lin Jiao was afraid that the food would be cold if she continued talking, so she took the lead to end the topic: "Sister Wei, I'm going to eat first."

  Du Wei responded, not forgetting a few words.

   She watched Lin Jiao walk away, and when she turned around, she found several people beside her staring at her, pretending to be puzzled, "What's wrong?"

   "Sister Wei, she's President Zhou's younger sister?" An impatient couldn't help asking.

  Du Wei did not intend to disclose private affairs.

   She asked in surprise, "Have you not seen her?"

"No."

   "Someone said just now that she likes to take 'shortcuts'." She didn't think it was a big deal to look back: "I laughed so hard."

   "That is, people with dirty eyes see everything dirty."

  The ridiculed Yu Hui can't eat anymore.

   She threw the chopsticks heavily on the table and left the cafeteria with the assistant beside her.

   "Sister Hui, don't get to know them." The assistant looked at her face tremblingly, for fear that she would get angry with herself.

   "They are not qualified!"

   Yu Hui had a gloomy face.

   She took two steps and then stopped: "You stay here, when his sister leaves, ask me for contact information."

   "Why do you want her contact information?"

   "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

  “…” The assistant chose to shut up.

   She stood guard at the entrance of the cafeteria for a long time, and finally waited for them to come out. Before she could find the time, she saw the elevator go up again.

   In desperation, I had to change to the lobby and continue to wait.

   Not knowing that Lin Jiao, who was being targeted, followed Zhou Yanshen into the office and chatted about business.

   She finished her story concisely: "Brother Yan, do you have a suitable script here?"

   "What does he ask for the role?"

   "I don't know, you can just find it."

   Zhou Yanshen asked the secretary to send in the script: "These are big productions, no matter which character has a chance to be out of the circle."

   "Don't do that."

   "Then which one do you want?"

   "It's better to be ordinary." Lin Jiao pushed the script back: "He is still in the fourth line, and these are not suitable for him."

   Zhou Yanshen asked the secretary to change again.

   When he was looking at Lin Jiao, he slowly lit a cigarette: "This is a relatively poor batch of our company, are you sure?"

"Sure."

  Lin Jiao selected two books according to the public eye.

   She took two sips of lemon tea from the glass and asked, "What's the next process?"

   "Wait for him to choose a role and sign the contract directly."

   "No audition?"

   "No need." Zhou Yanshen raised Erlang's legs, raised his jaw and exhaled smoke rings: "I'll just stuff him into the crew at that time."

   "It's too easy."

   "Are you afraid he won't appreciate it?"

   "I'm also afraid that he will form a habit." Lin Jiao thought about it a lot and didn't plan to follow Pei Yilan's ideas.

   She rubbed the paper between her knees: "I think it's better to choose a role based on strength."

   Zhou Yan understood her concerns.

   He filmed the script and sent it to the secretary: "Then I'll reserve two audition spots for him. It's up to him to pass."

   "Yeah." Lin Jiao put down the glass.

   After she had a general understanding of the entertainment industry, she picked up the script and prepared to leave: "Brother Yan, don't tell Uncle."

   "No." Zhou Yanshen took her to the elevator entrance: "Be careful on the road, and tell me when you arrive."

   Lin Jiao responded lightly.

   As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, the sleepy assistant who was leaning against the sofa ran over.

   "Miss, can you add a WeChat?" She showed Lin Jiao her work permit for a look.

   "What do you do with WeChat?"

   "Something."

  Lin Jiao looked at her suspiciously, always feeling that it was not that simple: "Who asked you to come?"

   "A female entertainer."

   "What is she looking for from me?"

   "I'm not quite sure about this." The assistant hurriedly took out his phone, for fear that she would leave: "You add one and I'll ask you for it."

  Lin Jiao: "…"

   She gently refused: "I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of adding strangers."

   "Would it be alright to leave a phone call?"

"I'm afraid not."

  The assistant caught up with her and kept whispering in her ear like a little bee: "Miss, please help me."

   "What will happen to you if I don't stay?"

   "Will be scolded."

  Lin Jiao couldn't see that pitiful appearance.

   She slowed down and read out a series of numbers, thinking about what to do after the artist explained her intentions.

   "Thank you!" The assistant was so grateful that she could not wait to bow to her: "Miss, you are so kind."

   "You're welcome." Lin Jiao smiled lightly.

   She got into a taxi that was parked on the side of the road, and on the way back, called Pei Yilan: "I got the script."

  *

   "Jiang Ye, we have the script!" Yang Qifeng walked into the ward and handed the script to him excitedly.

   "Two copies?"

   "Yes, you can try both."

   Once a hard-to-find Jiang Ye, he clenched the script unbelievably, and the sense of depression exuding from his body was gradually replaced by joy.

   He flicked his fingertips and turned to the first page. When he saw the names of the director and screenwriter, a deep doubt came back to his mind.

   "Where did you find this?"

   "Given by a friend."

   "Which friend?"

   "You don't even know me." Yang Qifeng raised his chin slightly towards the script: "Hurry up and watch, you have to audition next Monday."

   Jiang Ye drew out the second script.

   He stared at the director's name, and vaguely had the answer: "Pei Yilan gave it, right?"

   Yang Qifeng couldn't say anything to deny it.

   He put down his briefcase and sat on the sofa. Just as he was about to talk to him about the pros and cons, the script smashed at him and landed at his feet with a strong wind.

   "Have you asked my opinion?!" Jiang Ye's hoarse voice was mixed with emotions that even he could not distinguish.

   With those scarlet eyes, he questioned him: "I said I didn't want to use her, why do you still do this?"

  Yang Qifeng picked up the script and shot it twice.

   He didn't care about his roar, and said lightly: "I only asked her for two audition spots, and it was not decided yet."

"so what?"

   "This kind of trivial matter can't be used."

   "Small thing?" Jiang Ye sneered.

   He seemed to be strangled, and it became difficult to breathe: "It's not you who owes favor, of course you don't think it's important."

   "Favors can be repaid." Yang Qifeng met his gaze: "But you lost this opportunity, can you still move forward?"

   "The agreement hasn't expired, has it?"

   "You have to wait until you have eaten all the closed doors before you give up? Jiang Ye, you have no choice."

   These words hit Jiang Ye's heart like a punch.

   He covered his pale face, his eyelashes getting wet.

   He hates himself for being incompetent, for needing help from others to get a chance.

   also hates himself and is reluctant to give up.

   "She wants to come to see you after get off work." Yang Qifeng put the script next to the bed: "Don't think too much, it's best to let it flow."

   Jiang Ye did not respond to him.

   As he did when he was a child, he wrapped himself around his knees, like an injured puppy, silently licking the wound.

  The last afterglow disappeared silently under the urging of the night, causing the entire ward to fall into darkness.

   Pei Yilan, who came to visit, pushed the door against the darkness and brought him the light he needed and desired the most.

   She stood by the bed and whispered, "Jiang Ye?"

   "Hmm." The broken shimmer in his eyes gathered little by little in places she couldn't see.

   "I thought you were asleep."

   "No." Hearing the sound of fiddling with the plastic bag, Jiang Ye sat up against the edge of the bed.

   He looked at the food on the medical table, and his throat became more and more sour: "Why is it so good to me?"

   (end of this chapter)

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