Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 188 The Writer Has Rich Experience
Big eyes immediately regretted throwing away the watch, she ran a few steps to pick it up, and wiped the surface distressedly, but fortunately no surface was facing down.

Although it's a good looking item, it's still worth a few dollars, so it's a pity to just throw it away, and the boss will not let her go.

After tossing all afternoon, it was a waste of work.Some of the tickets provided to He Ping today were collected by themselves, and some were borrowed from their peers. Today’s operation is not a waste of time. After all, the ticket money she asked He Ping was higher than their cost.

But compared to the great unity she saw in He Ping, this small amount of money is nothing. She ran away with a big fat sheep for nothing, and the boss will definitely punish her when he goes back.

The big eyes are dejected at the thought of this.

It can only be said that the common people these days are too simple, giving the big-eyed gangsters an opportunity to make them think that their little tricks are a test of IQ.

Once they meet He Ping, a cunning person who has traveled from south to north, and seen all kinds of temptations and traps in society, their little things will not be on the table.

A liar is always an unrecognizable profession. He uses the greed of human nature. If you are tempted, you will be fooled.

After thinking about it, the big eyes couldn't just go back. She turned her eyes to the people around her again, and she had to make up for her mistakes, otherwise the boss would definitely not let her go today.

The Fiat wasn't driving fast. It was already getting dark after four o'clock in the afternoon, and the traffic on Nanjing East Road didn't decrease at all.

Only in this kind of place can He Ping feel the atmosphere of the bustling city of later generations.

He cast his eyes out of the window full of curiosity, not noticing that Zhang Yu had been looking at him since he stopped crying.

When the car got out of Nanjing Road, there was nothing to see. He Ping turned his eyes away, and met Zhang Yu's full of searching desire.

"busy?"

"No...it's nothing." Zhang Yu showed a trace of panic, "I just want to thank you. It's really a fate to sit with you when I came here today. If it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do alright."

At this time, Zhang Yu had regained her actress' reserve. In the morning, she misunderstood He Ping as a hooligan, and she showed a trace of disgust when she was sitting on her head. Although it was not obvious, she knew that He Ping would definitely feel it.

At this moment, she subconsciously wants to get close to He Ping and make up for her previous impoliteness.

He Ping didn't take Zhang Yu's talk seriously, this silly girl is out of her mind.She has been discriminating against her since the first meeting. He Ping would not have bothered to talk to her if he hadn't remembered the tragedy of later generations just now.

Seeing that He Ping didn't answer, Zhang Yu thought that He Ping was still blaming her for being impolite twice during the day.

She apologized sincerely: "I misunderstood you as a hooligan when we first met in the morning, and I was a little rude to you when I was in the car in the afternoon. Don't take it to your heart. It's all my fault."

It's still like a sentence.

He Ping saw Zhang Yu apologizing to himself like an angry daughter-in-law, and the inexplicable machismo in his heart was satisfied.

"It's okay, I didn't take it seriously either. You can have some fun in the future. With your current status, it's really not suitable for you to go shopping."

Zhang Yu lowered his eyebrows and said pleasingly: "You are right, I will definitely pay attention in the future."

Why did He Ping hear these words so familiar? Thinking about it carefully, isn't this what he did to the driver just now?

This silly girl, how dare she learn and sell with herself here.

Forget it, don't bother to argue with her.

Five or six kilometers is not long, and it is not short.After all, the Fiat is a serious car, and it is much faster than the Lai Tou Ke who went to the No. [-] Department Store in the afternoon. It took more than ten minutes to arrive at the entrance of the Shanghai Film Studio.

He Ping got out of the car carrying bags of various sizes, and Zhang Yu followed behind him.

Seeing He Ping get off the car, Zhang Yu looked at her, "Is there anything left on the car?"

"Pay."

Only then did Zhang Yu remember to pay, and took out his wallet in a panic. The driver charged Zhang Yu four yuan for the five or six kilometers away.

At this time, the management of taxis in Shanghai had not yet been standardized, and there were often cases where drivers asked for fares arbitrarily, and the fares depended entirely on the driver and passengers.

For someone like Zhang Yu who can't bargain at first glance, the driver will certainly not miss this opportunity.

After collecting the money, I didn't forget to ask curiously: "Is it Zhang Yufa?" In fact, I could see it clearly in the car.

Then he looked at He Ping and let out a meaningful laugh.

Zhang Yu looked at the Fiat going away, and asked, "Why do you think this person is like this, the last smile is really disgusting."

After a few seconds, she didn't hear He Ping's voice. She turned her head and saw He Ping walking towards the factory with his things.

When passing by the security room, Uncle Pan poked his head out, "Yo, you can do it, young man. When I went out just now, I saw the two of you riding in a car, did you get stuck after a while?"

He Ping looked at Zhang Yu who was catching up behind him, and said in a low voice, "You are too old to be a tabloid reporter."

Uncle Pan didn't take He Ping's words to heart, and glanced at Zhang Yu, signaling that He Ping was catching up, and then retracted his head.

"Why didn't you wait for me?" Zhang Yu caught up with He Ping and asked.

"What are you waiting for, why are you both on the way?"

Zhang Yu was so choked by He Ping that she couldn't answer, she paused for two seconds and then said: "Thanks to you today, I have known you for a long time, and I haven't asked your name yet."

"My name is He Ping."

"Hi, my name is Zhang Yu, and I'm an actor at Shanghai Film Studio." Zhang Yu extended his hand to He Ping very formally.

Seeing that he was so solemn, He Ping had no choice but to put down the things in his hand and hold Bai Shengsheng's little hand.

"Hello, I'm He Ping. I was invited by Director Xie Jin to come to Shanghai Film Studio to participate in the script writing of his new movie."

Zhang Yu's eyes lit up when he heard Director Xie Jin's name, "So you are the screenwriter for Director Xie's new movie?"

"Don't get me wrong, the screenwriter is Teacher Li Zhun. Director Xie is going to shoot a novel written by me. I came here mainly to help as a consultant."

When Zhang Yu heard that He Ping could write novels by himself, his eyes lit up when he looked at He Ping. He was still a writer.

These days, if you say that you are a literary youth, others will naturally look at you two or three points higher, not to mention that He Ping is a writer whose works are about to be adapted.

He Ping noticed the change in Zhang Yu's gaze towards him, and he said, "It's just a novella, it happened several years ago, and I haven't written anything for a long time now."

It looks so young, but the writing experience is already so rich.

Zhang Yu now sees that He Ping has taken on a layer of blurred color, we can tentatively call this color a writer's filter.

(End of this chapter)