My girl group exploded

Chapter 1318 Not the same type of person
"And then?" Zhou Yiyang leaned on the recliner, shaking slightly.At this time, it would be more atmospheric if he was holding a glass of red wine instead of a bottle of mineral water.

Zhang Yiling smiled, and cast her eyes softly on the pot of green plants that grew alone.

"I asked, what to raise." Zhang Yiling could now imagine the powerlessness in her heart when she saw that girl handing a pot of plants in front of her.

She also thought that she would be given a cat, a dog or a pet.

Although this would make the owner seem irresponsible, Zhang Yiling still felt that this was more logical.

"I didn't expect that she would give me a pot of flowers, a pot of flowers that I need to take care of every day." Zhang Yiling shook her head. She thought that she would not use such a plot when she made up her own story, but she did not expect it to be true. happened to me.

However, after Zhou Yiyang heard this, he showed a completely different expression:
"Do you think she has recognized you?"

"Ah?" Zhang Yiling didn't seem to follow Zhou Yiyang's train of thought at all, she grabbed her hair a little hard, as if she wanted to combine these messy and disordered memories together. "I do not understand."

"Did you forget that you used to be an actor." Zhou Yiyang raised his eyebrows, he reminded Zhang Yiling little by little, and then saw Zhang Yiling's expression began to change: "Your movies are still popular in China. Few people have seen it. In "This Killer Is Not So Cold", didn't Leon carry a pot of flowers with him?"

Zhang Yiling hadn't thought of this idea at all. She had indeed forgotten that she used to be an actor.

It's not that she didn't pay attention when she was acting, it's just that the movie is a little far away in Zhang Yiling's memory.And she was indeed preconceived, thinking that her neighbors would not be the kind of people who watched that movie.

"Of course," Zhou Yiyang said again: "It might just be a beautiful coincidence. In fact, she doesn't know you, she just simply raised a potted flower. Leaving this city and going to a distant place, she really doesn't have the space to carry it. It's gone."

Zhang Yiling finally laughed out loud: "Yes, it's actually not important."

She still remembers what the neighbor said after she took over the pot of flowers in a daze:
"If one day you don't want to keep it and lose interest in it, just throw it away. But I think you will be happier looking at it when you stay in this kind of place every day."

Zhang Yiling looked at the flowers that hadn't bloomed yet, but believed in what the neighbor said just now.

In this old, dark, and noisy guest house.This pot of gorgeous flowers really has a unique charm.

It seems to really bring in the spring outside.

"I will take good care of it." Zhang Yiling said seriously, even though she didn't know how long her patience could last. "By the way, are you going to work in another city?"

"Yes." The neighbor usually likes to wear heavy makeup, which not only covers the facial features but also blurs her age.

Sometimes Zhang Yiling would guess whether she would be more than 30.

But seeing her innocent and hopeful smile now, Zhang Yiling thought she should be young.

"Well, my classmates and friends have all gone to other places." The neighbor seemed to feel that it was not good to chat at the door, so she simply waved to Zhang Yiling: "Come in and tell me, my room may be a bit messy."

Zhang Yiling walked in. The room wasn't messy, but it was full of luggage.

She sat on the bed unceremoniously, and the neighbor smiled and said:

"I actually wanted to leave a long time ago. I want to go to the capital. How wonderful is Shanghai! The income is high, and it's a big city."

"But those places cost a lot!" Zhang Yiling said in a low voice.

The neighbor smiled, and didn't seem to care about it: "So what, I'll just find a job that includes food and housing. You know, I worked downstairs for two years and saved 30,000 yuan Where's the money!"

Zhang Yiling thought she was very good, because she read online that most young people nowadays can't save money, so it's good for them not to owe money.

"Then why didn't you go out earlier?" Zhang Yiling asked.

The neighbor's smile withered almost instantly. She sighed and patted the bed with her hands: "The old man in the family is sick, and I have to stay here to take care of him. However, he was finally freed last month, and I was also free."

Zhang Yiling seemed to want to say something to comfort the other party, but looking at her expression, it seemed that she did not need comfort.

"Am I cold-blooded?" The neighbor said to himself: "But there is no way. If he drags on like this, our house will be empty. So I said, it is a big deal for all of us that he is gone." A relief. Hey, you probably can't understand people like us."

"How could it be?" Zhang Yiling was sure that she had never revealed her identity.

"The first time I saw you, I knew we were not the same kind of people." The neighbor took out a cigarette from her pocket at this time: "Smoking?"

Zhang Yiling shook her head. Looking at the woman lingering in the smoke, she felt a strange feeling in her heart.

In the rebellious period before she met Zhou Yiyang, she did know a group of rebellious young people like her.

But those people are completely different from the woman with heavy makeup in front of her.

Their pain often comes from moaning without illness, or even in pursuit of some kind of popularity.

But this woman, her pain should be bigger and deeper, but she hasn't given up on life yet.

Zhang Yiling can even see that she has found a habitat of her own in a life full of holes, and then lived strong.

It's like this potted flower in her hand.

Looking at the pot of flowers in her hand, Zhang Yiling suddenly understood why the other party raised flowers.

"I'm sorry," the woman coughed cautiously, "I've talked so much nonsense with you. Anyway, thank you for being willing to help me raise it."

The next day, Zhang Yiling found that the room opposite her had changed.

Since then, she has not seen that woman again, Zhang Yiling thought, maybe she is now in a staff dormitory in Shanghai.

On the sunny balcony, she should also grow a pot of flowers.

"It's an interesting experience," Zhou Yiyang said with a smile after listening to Zhang Yiling's memories, "It seems that your stay here is quite useful. These experiences cannot be learned at home behind closed doors."

"Well," Zhang Yiling nodded: "So I didn't check out during the filming, I thought maybe I could meet an interesting story next time! But Brother Yang, can you do me a favor."

In fact, without Zhang Yiling opening her mouth, Zhou Yiyang already knew what she would say next.

But Zhou Yiyang still asked: "Tell me first, what is your business?"

"It's very simple," Zhang Yiling pointed at the pot of flowers that she placed on the balcony that would never see the sun at this time: "Take it away, I always worry that it will wither and die in a place like this." Very fast."

"No problem." Zhou Yiyang agreed with a smile. He gently picked up the pot of flowers with his hands, and then said: "I like it very much too. To be honest, if this is a living thing, I might hesitate." Take a moment. Growing flowers should be very simple."

Anyway, Zhou Yiyang has already figured it out, if he is too busy, he will hire someone to come to take care of Hua every day.

"Great!" Zhang Yiling laughed, looking quite happy: "Brother Yang, are you leaving soon?"

Zhou Yiyang glanced at the time at this moment, and hummed: "Yes, I have to go back. Since you are staying here to film, I will not persuade you. But I still say the same thing, this kind of place is a mixed bag. , you have to pay attention to safety. If something happens to you while filming, the teacher will definitely come to me to settle the score."

Zhang Yiling nodded vigorously immediately, showing that she knew the importance of the matter: "Brother Yang, don't worry, I'm really not a child, I know what to do and what not to do. Then I wish you a safe return home!"

"it is good."

Zhou Yiyang glanced at Zhang Yiling, and after making sure she had nothing else to say, he walked out of the hotel.

At this time, he dialed Lin Xuan'er's mobile phone, and what he heard was Lin Xuan'er's tired voice:

"Are you, are you asleep?"

Zhou Yiyang asked in surprise, he never expected that such a cautious person like Lin Xuan'er would sleep before catching the plane.

Lin Xuan'er stood up abruptly and sat on the bed.He glanced at the time in a panic, and immediately woke up his other sisters:

"We originally planned to take a nap for a while, but we didn't expect to sleep for so long."

"Well," Zhou Yiyang said softly: "Don't worry, we're not in such a hurry. I'll let them drive to pick you up, see you at the airport."

An hour later, all four of them arrived at the airport.

"You are still very happy to be with me these few days." Su Yin waved his hand and said goodbye to his good sister and Mr. Zhou: "You should work hard when you go to the United States to promote, even if I am not here, you have to do well. Performance!"

"Hey, don't worry!" Tang Yue planned to use a joke to ease the tense atmosphere: "We will definitely perform well. And you are not here, maybe we have one less person who is holding us back, and we will perform better!"

Su Yin snorted unconvinced: "Come on, isn't there someone who is holding back! If you make a mistake, Tangtang, I will definitely take a screenshot and save it!"

Zhou Yiyang was amused for a while, and then called them together: "Okay, no matter what, we have to go back now. Otherwise, the plane really won't be able to catch up. Xiao Su, you have to take good care of yourself here , if you have any needs, just tell me. If your director bullies you, you can also sue me, you have to remember, you are the big star of our Yiyang Entertainment!"

Su Yin agreed with a smile, and waved them off.

(End of this chapter)