Chapter 308 Diary
Yan Cheng did have a low-grade fever, maybe it was because he was tired and stayed in the corridor all night and caught a cold.

He found out the anti-fever medicine - he bought this medicine. When he went to the hospital to check the congestion, he also prescribed some daily medicine when he prescribed the medicine.

Zhong Jiuyin said at the time that it was useless.She really didn't use it, and used it on himself after going around.

I took the medicine and lay on the sofa, but I couldn't sleep with my eyes closed.

Yan Cheng simply sent a message asking Qian Yu what happened to Zhong Jiuyin this morning.

According to what she meant, if he didn't leave after an hour, she seemed to be coming back to drive him away.It shouldn't be a rush.

After a while, Qian Yu sent a message back saying: 【Just come to the studio to have a look.She's happy to be out of Loop and to be in the studio, and I think it's good for her spirits. 】

That is, it doesn't take much time, and it may really come back in an hour.

He replied thank you, and then Qian Yu sent a second message, with a kind of carefulness between the lines: 【What's the matter with you?What did she say, broke up?Am I wrong? 】

Yan Cheng replied: [She does what she says. 】

Qian Yu: […] This sentence has a lot of connotations.

Yan Cheng had already got the information he wanted, closed his eyes and thought dully about the time when she would come back, and then reluctantly sent a message to Sister Xu.

Just listen to her and leave when the time comes.Otherwise, I really don't know if I will be angry again.

But after the news was sent out, Sister Xu didn't reply, probably still trying to catch up on sleep.

He clicked on the address book again, and slid his fingers across it, but finally stopped at the step of dialing.

never mind.He still wanted to stay.

Putting his phone aside, he leaned on the sofa and looked around the living room.

Zhong Jiuyin doesn't like to move things around the house very much, and the long row of cabinets can hold all the items, so the living room looks a bit empty.

There was a pile of books on the long row of cabinets, crooked, and he got up to help tidy them up.

It's not her non-mainstream bedside readings, but books related to filming, scripts, and some historical materials that have been sorted out. It's probably a new costume drama with real history, and I want to make the role I play as appropriate as possible.

Maybe when there are no announcements in the past few days, she just sits here while flipping through the materials and taking notes seriously, occasionally biting the tip of the pen to brush the falling hair, or stopping to stretch.

It was only a few days before the emotional breakdown, and she was able to cheer up and prepare for work. She really loves this career, and it is true that she is always actively helping herself as the doctor said.

So it's normal for her to blame him for implicating him.

Yan Cheng tidied up the books quietly, then put them on the tea table with his arms in his arms, trying to wipe the dust off the counter.

When he looked up, he saw a gap in the door of the study room, half-hidden, and the sunlight outside the window extended from the gap to his feet.

This house faces southeast, and the study room and balcony have the strongest sunlight in the morning.Why is so clear, because they tried it once in the study.

That ray of sunlight seemed to be guiding him, wanting him to go into the study.

He spent most of his time here in the bedroom and living room, and the time he entered the study was also an accident. At that time, Zhong Jiuyin was like a person hiding secrets, and he didn't want him to focus on the study.

but…

Yan Cheng stood there for a while, but still couldn't help walking along the path of light, and pushed open the door of the study.

The sunlight filled the room, the windows were half open, and the wind blew the paper of the book on the table, shaking it slightly.

There is a diary under the book.

He hesitated to open the diary. The diary on each page was long or short. Most of the time, it was just one or two sentences, and not every day was recorded. Some diaries were separated by a long time.

[The cover was withdrawn, and the publishing house may never cooperate with someone like me again]

【I am a failure】

【I'm so uncomfortable, why do I still feel jealous of others when I can't do it myself? How could I become like this】

[Still not reconciled, try again for the last time, go out to find an audition, a supporting role with only one line is fine]

【Found the play!I am the second female!Hard work pays off! 】

[Still unable to broadcast.Maybe I'm an unlucky ghost]

[No one wants me, and no one can see me. 】

【Do you want to try again? 】

There is a blank space in the middle, and it seems to stop here abruptly.

But when he turned to the back, there was still content written from the last page, and the things recorded were completely different from the previous ones.

【Yan Cheng's mouth is really good for kissing, the Adam's apple is the second, and the clavicle is the third. 】

[The place where you can't kiss, feels good, and your body is the best capital of a man. 】

【It's pink~】

【Your mother is here.She looks so sad, otherwise you better not blame her. 】

[Forget it, anyway, you are lost in the west and can't see it.I will take care of her well, don't worry. 】

【It's over, I'm starting to slowly become you】

[There are a lot of fans who like me, we are one, and I like you very much too if you round it up]

【I received the play, will you be very happy】

【I'm a bit confused】

Yan Cheng closed his eyes and kept swallowing, as if this was the only way to suppress the sour feeling.

...

Zhong Jiuyin's studio is located on Yuanjiang Road, which is a little more remote in Haicheng.

After getting acquainted with the people staying in the office area, she entered the office to discuss the future work arrangements with Qian Yu and his wife.

In fact, she remembered those arrangements very clearly. In order not to miss important things, she even made an electronic schedule to remind herself to prepare in advance.

So while Qian Yu was talking, she was not so focused, and even a little absent-minded.

There was still someone lying in her house, and when she thought about it, it was like not knowing whether the faucet in the bathroom was turned on or not. She felt an indescribable anxiety, and wanted to go back and check it out.

Qian Yu noticed that her mind was distracted, and then thought about the matter that Yan Cheng sent a message to ask him just now, his mood suddenly became subtle.

"Did Yan Cheng go looking for you?"

Zhong Jiuyin didn't listen carefully, but was attracted by the name in his words.

"what?"

"I said, did Yan Cheng look for you? I was reading gossip on the marketing account this morning, and saw someone saying that he had returned to China. Did he not look for you?"

Zhong Jiuyin asked without answering: "Why do you think he will come to me when he comes back?"

Qian Yu: "Otherwise? If he doesn't look for you, is he looking for excitement?"

"...Who knows."

Qian Yu put the pen on the table and leaned back: "You know the answer in your heart, but you still have to ask."

She returned the original words: "You also know the answer, but you still have to ask."

Qian Yu: "..."

That is to really go to her.

"Then you drove him away? Isn't that good? The main reason is that he didn't make any mistakes. A breakup is a breakup, and his attitude should be better. He still owes you a kindness and wants to repay it. Let him help you." Entering the film industry, you can save a lot of effort, don't get stuck and just give him an excuse not to repay the debt."

Her eyes became strange.

Yan Cheng also said similar things just before going out, so the two of them probably colluded.

(End of this chapter)

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