Chapter 12 Chapter 9 Meeting by chance and leaving

Back at the TV station, the director asked: "Settled Mrs. Zhu?" Zhiyin blinked her big eyes: "I asked her to be on camera." The editor called out: "Boss friend, are you insane? Invite that gossip woman with a pretty face?" A bosom friend said: "She's a good woman. Just listen to me." After listening to her report, the screenwriter was amazed: "It's rare, it's rare. Zhu Zuchuang is not just as superficial as the second generation ancestor. He treats his wife like this. I really have nothing to say. Why is this person so pure?"

Le Zhiyin sighed softly: =＼ "I also went with prejudice. Seeing them made me understand a little bit more. People don't need to be too complicated." The choreographer puts his hands in the pockets of his jeans: "God help us, the interview will definitely move the audience to death, I never dreamed that the program could have such content." "Zhu Zuchuang is very real." The bosom friend said enviously: "He is a good man. At first we were worried that the appearance of his wife would lower his status, but now, it will only make his character more noble."

"But this series will be videotaped." The director said, "They are different from Li Qi. Li Qi is a person who is used to appearing on the screen, but Zhu Zuchuang and his wife are not. I am afraid that the husband will not have a chance to speak, and let his wife from the beginning to the end. Talk on and on." "Agreed." Le Zhiyin said, "Can I use your desk for an afternoon? I have to organize the problem first." "Sit wherever you want." The choreographer pushed aside the messy clutter on the table first: "The company earns so much money every year, but they don't even want to buy more tables, so I have to stand while you sit, and you sit while I stand. "

Zhiyin immersed herself in drawing up a draft, and she didn't want to go home.Compared with the happiness of people in the old days, compared with her loneliness now, she was entwined with sorrow and joy. Azu saw it, but how much did he say? She felt that she was like a bottle, and all her thoughts had to be put in it, and then plugged up with a plug. Have you ever said something? While in a trance, the director ran back: "Wang Fasong rejected our program straight away." "What did he say?" asked the bosom friend. "Him? He didn't answer the phone at all. He just told the secretary to spread rumors that lawyers are not allowed to appear on camera."

"Why not? As long as you don't use the title of Queen's Counsel and don't do self-promotion on the show." My friend said. "Go and talk to him," said the director. "It's me again!" Zhiyin protested. "Miss, the real estate tycoon Zhu Zuchuang and his wife's series must have been applauded, but we can't continue. You know that the TV station is a monster that swallows time." The editor pointed to the hair: "How many strands do you see? Thirty years old." The bosom friend pulled out one for him: "I know that after seven days of work, the broadcast is over in one hour, and the TV station doesn't even throw up bones when it eats time."

"The TV station doesn't even spit out the bones when it's time to eat, you know it." The director said: "On Monday, I just finished the live broadcast of Li Qi's episode. Today is Wednesday. On Friday, I recorded the episode of Zhu Zuchuang, a real estate tycoon, and it will be broadcast next Monday. Even if another celebrity is filmed next Friday, we must contact each other before next Wednesday, bosom friend, that is to say, we only have six days! We can’t find a third celebrity willing to be on camera within six days, we There is no way to continue, what will be broadcast in the third series?"

Le Zhiyin is in a difficult situation. She understands that the success of the two albums is just two weeks of glory. The characters in the third series are not enough, so all previous efforts are wasted. There are four more names on the list. Except for Sun Langni, the other three were all men who had been with her in the past. Those are all past events that no one in Hong Kong knows, the burial of her youth. The more she wanted to isolate herself from the past, the fate kept bringing the old people and the past to her. "Friends," the director said half coaxingly, "Cheng Anxiong and Cheng Anbang are in the United States. Even if they can be contacted, they are unlikely to fly here within a few days. What about next week? Only Wang Fasong and Sun Langni are left. Wang Fasong refused. We, Sun Langni left Hong Kong due to business, so we have no choice but to ask you to contact Wang Fasong again in person."

"He won't agree." Le Zhiyin was confused. The director begged her: "Try it, how do you know that he will definitely reject you? Our reputation is not good enough? Who will do it if you don't do it?" Le Zhiyin almost gave up. The choreographer scratched his grass-like hair and complained: "The hard work and future of the whole group are in your hands! Oh, so what if I'm the director? It's insignificant after all! Celebrities don't talk to me!" "Let me try. Show you how I fail?" The director wondered why the always confident Le Zhiyin didn't have any confidence this time.

"Although Wang Fasong is a Queen's Counsel, he doesn't want you to be interrogated by criminals. Why are you so afraid of him?" Bosom friend thought for a while: "I'll just hang up on Lonny Sun. Give me the number." The editor was stunned: "They say he's not in Hong Kong anymore!" Bosom friends are hard-headed: "Give me the phone number." "Okay, fight as you like! Looks like you like Lonny Son, the lion of the electronics industry." The bosom friend dialed the number of Sun Langni's company. "Hi, Lonny Electronics Enterprises Ltd."

The operator's voice came. After passing through three hands, it was received by Sun Langni's secretary: "I'm sorry, Miss Le, but Mr. Sun is in the United States on business." "When will you be back?" Le Zhiyin asked. "At least ten days later," replied the secretary. "I'll give him a long-distance call. Can you give me his contact number and fax number in the United States?" Bosom friend prepared paper and pen. Sun Langni's secretary hesitated for a while: "Miss Le, I feel very honored to be able to talk with you on the phone. The girls in our company all admire you and think you are a model of modern women."

"Thank you," Le Zhiyin said with a hearty smile, "I have won the prize. What is Mr. Sun's contact number?" "Miss Le, I'm really sorry. I can't give anyone his contact number without Mr. Sun's consent." The secretary apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I hope you don't blame me." "No, you're doing the right thing. After all, he's your boss, and you've done your best." The bosom friend praised her.The secretary sincerely thanks: "I want to give it to you so much, but it's a pity that I don't have the power. It's rare for you to forgive me." "Let's do this," the bosom friend suggested: "I'll write a fax to your company, please send it to Mr. Sun immediately, he can call me back or fax it to me, isn't that all right?" "Okay, okay, Miss Le, I'll take care of your fax as soon as it arrives. I'll let him know if he returns from the long-distance call." Secretary if amnesty. Bosom friend wrote a fax in English, the director looked over his head, and Bosom friend covered the paper with his hands: "Don't look." Although the editor and director can't see the content, they can see that Weihou's signature is "Shihua". "Who is Shi Hua?" "That's my brother's name, Ronny Sun knows my brother." Le Zhiyin lied. The director pointed at her: "It turns out that you are so dishonest, so scheming, and pretending to be your brother's signature." "Is it against the law? Is it okay to ask his friends to call my sister in my brother's name?" Le Zhiyin pressed the fax machine. As soon as the letter was delivered, Le Zhiyin immediately tore up the paper. "Why so mysterious?" asked the director. "Don't ask left and right, just tell me that you do things, I can rest assured, okay?" Zhiyin smiled mysteriously, picked up the purse and left. The director grabbed her back: "I'm worried?" "What are you worried about?" "What if Sun Lang doesn't call you back? Even if the call is returned, what if the person can't come back?" "Then you accept my interview." Le Zhiyin teased him. "Zhiyin, I'm not in the mood to joke, you have to go to Wang Fasong no matter what!" "Master Nervous, I'm going now!" Bosom friend put on her light yellow cloak and leisurely spun half a circle. The editor caresses the forehead: "Why didn't you say it earlier? Scared me!" "Frightened so soon? I still have to suffer!" Le Zhiyin walked lightly. As soon as she got into her white Honda car, she couldn't laugh anymore, a heart hung like a heavy lead pendant, with an iron hook passing through the tip of her tired heart, hooking her down very hard A painful lead sinker. She remembered the days when she was a childhood sweetheart with Wang Fasong. The Sheng and Wang families were originally family friends. Since the decline of the Sheng family, their parents even cut off contact with the Wang family. "Shihua, if you had listened to your mother and married Fasong, you would not have gotten to where you are today." She remembered her mother complaining sadly. Thinking of her mother, she is also sad. Back then, Mrs. Sheng, who was full of elegance and domineering, was waving a sandalwood fan and wearing a fine cheongsam with pearl buttons on both sides, how decent she was. That day, the driver followed her sandalwood fan straight to Li Qi's doghouse-like rooftop room, and took the sixteen-year-old Sheng Shihua back to the mansion on the top of the hill. That day, in the United States, Fa Song spilled all the letters sent by poor Li Qi to seventeen-year-old Sheng Shihua on the ground. That day, Fa Song threw Li Qi's newspaper declaration of love for the eighteen-year-old Sheng Shihua on the sofa in the lobby of Sheng's house, and ran back to his red Ferrari sports car in the heavy rain, dejectedly. A heart-breaking road that he refuses to turn back. Sheng Shihua was buried at the age of eighteen. Now she is Le Zhiyin. Now, she realizes what it is like to bow down for five buckets of rice. Anxiong, my dear husband, why do you shut me out? Is it to protect your fragile heart?I know, I understand, you've made it clear from the beginning, you won't forgive me. Anbang, the father of my child, where are you? Anbang, we didn't have a chance to reach the end of our relationship, so you retired quietly, do you still remember me?Will you still make me laugh by playing a gorilla? Le Zhiyin was steering the steering wheel, and his eyes were hazy for a while. The road was full of red, green, gray, and blue, and the shape could not be seen. It turned out that the raindrops had been hitting the glass continuously. After pressing the water dial, Le Zhiyin returned to the world at this moment, the real world. Where are you going? Le Zhiyin woke up. right! Go to Wang Fasong. She hated having the audacity to beg him for the show. No, Fazon, I didn't come to beg you. I'm here to thank you and say sorry. Life is short, let me untie your knots while you still can see it. Your honor, will you show your old wounds? When the car enters the subsea tunnel, Le Zhiyin has endless feelings. If, if he spends his whole life walking in the tunnel, unable to stop or get off the car, and the tunnel can never end, then what is the value of human existence? No matter who you are, movie emperor, real estate tycoon, queen barrister, space physicist, wealthy daughter Sheng Shihua, TV host Le Zhiyin are all people who sit in the car and drive the car involuntarily. A tunnel with no end in sight is tantamount to no purpose.Without a purpose, there is no success or failure, no distinction between status and class, there is no distinction between life and death at all, what is love and hate? With a flash in front of my eyes, the undersea tunnel is over, I landed on land, and arrived at Hong Kong. Only then did Le Zhiyin remember that she hadn't hung up the phone in advance to make an appointment with Wang Fasong. And he, is a timetable animal. Maybe it wasn't true that she forgot to hang up first, maybe she was just subconsciously trying to delay as long as possible. Then even if he doesn't see her, the disappointment will come later. After parking the car in Central, Le Zhiyin dialed the number of Wang Fasong Law Firm from a public phone booth. "Is Lawyer Wang in person?...he is...he is talking on the phone...no...don't connect the line, please tell him, please tell him Shihua will be back in ten minutes. Yes, Shihua." Putting down the phone, Le Zhiyin braved the rain and ran up to Wang Fasong's lawyer's office in Taikoo Building. When the receptionist saw that her hair was half wet, she was actually a TV star, Miss Le Zhiyin, a model of new women, and she didn't know what she was doing here. "Le...Miss Le?" The receptionist was afraid that he had identified the wrong person. Before Le Zhiyin could answer, Wang Fasong, who had a national character and a dignified appearance, had already stepped out, as steady as a big tree. "Come in, come in," whispered Fazon's serious voice. Wang Fasong's office is quite conservative, with dark brown teak walls and shelves of dark brown smoked wood bookshelves. Wang Fasong stood tall and dignified, with broad arms and a thick body, still like a big tree. "Shihua, why don't you like to open an umbrella when it rains all the time? Look, your head and face are all wet." "I don't have an umbrella in the car." Shihua brushed back his half-wet hair, and blinked his clear eyes with long eyelashes curled up. Fazon stared at her for a while, then smiled, and that smile returned to the long years: "Naughty, headstrong, same as before." Faxon seemed to be looking at a little sister he loved and wanted to spank her. As if it was yesterday, Fasong's subtle smile has never changed, and You Ruo doesn't allow him to change. "How is Wang Jiamu's mother?" Sheng Shihua greeted. "Well, Mommy talks about you a lot," Fazon said. Sheng Shihua lowered his head, thanking and reminiscing for the smile of a little girl doted on by important people. "It's the same as before." Fazon repeated the same words over and over again. He's not one to change things. "Fasong, why don't you listen to my colleague's call?" Facing Fasong, the worries in the car just now completely disappeared, she pouted her mouth, and replied to her former love. Fazon looked at her with deep joy. "I don't know those people, of course I don't listen." "But that's my show." Fazon frowned slightly: "I don't even watch TV, what kind of TV! I'm not interested." "But that's my show!" Le Zhiyin suddenly turned back to Sheng Shihua who was patting his feet and acting coquettishly. "It wasn't you who called," Faxon said. "I dare not call, lest you scold me." "Shihua, when have you ever been afraid of me? Remember when I accompanied you on the plane to the United States to study at university, your bead chain pendant fell off, and I crawled on the ground and got under the chair to find it for you!" Sheng Shihua laughed out loud. "I'm sorry, Fazon." "Don't say sorry." "Fazong, now that I have grown up, looking back, you have been really kind to me. I didn't come up to ask you to accept a TV interview. I came up here to tell you about Song Song in good faith. I'm sorry." "Shihua," Fasong still kept a distance from her: "I haven't changed my opinion of you, you are not a lying woman, you are just a woman who refuses to tell the truth." "From a legal point of view, is refusal to tell the truth more of a misleading effect? ​​I have to go back and read the textbook." Sheng Shihua imitated the words of Fa Song, who was studying law at Harvard. A warm joy flashed in Wang Fasong's heart, and she still clearly remembered every word of his words. The little wife he had in mind back then had hurt him to the bone, but everything had recovered.He also kept her memory in his mind, even though it was the words he had said in a quarrel, even though it was the unpleasant words he had seen her for the last time. "Ah, Fasong, our childhood!" Sheng Shihua sighed in remembrance. Fazon's heart was shocked, he didn't know how to express himself with emotional words. Sheng Shihua's sigh went straight to the depths of his heart. He loves his wife and his children. His wife is a noble lady, a good wife and mother, and he will never be unfaithful to her. However, there is no other relationship that can replace the relationship between him and Sheng Shihua, the little wild horse. The feeling of love and love for her since childhood is like returning from the distant sea, a lost friendship, it turns out to be still there. Sheng Shihua didn't mention anything else, just let the two of them sail together in the ocean of memories. Fazon didn't hug her, didn't even hold her hand, she knew he was like this, she could feel his deep friendship, his upbringing, and his magnanimity in the air. How could she ask him to be interviewed by her on TV?What's more, in the first series of the "Friends at Eleven" campaign, the protagonist is Li Qi. Fa Song noticed that Sheng Shihua was looking enviously at the family photo on his desk. "My wife traveled to Europe," Fazon said. "Fazon, I'm glad you have everything now." Fazon nodded and said nothing. "I," Sheng Shihua looked up at him, "I came up to say that. I'm leaving." "Shihua," Fa Song stopped her: "Is your TV career really that important to you?" Sheng Shihua nodded, she didn't want to say that she was forced to do so. "If you really want me to accept your interview, I will," Fazon said firmly. Sheng Shihua pondered for a while: "I have to tell you, the first series is Li Qi." Fa Song chose not to respond to this sentence, and he knew that there were many fans of Li Qi in the office. "I accept your interview." Faxon repeated. "Fasong, you don't need it." Sheng Shihua didn't want him to feel wronged. Faxon had known her since she was a child, and he knew her true temperament in this aspect very well. "Shihua, I accept your interview." Fazon said for the third time. He couldn't express "I can accept this sentence just because of you".What's more, it was Li Qi's dialogue, he didn't bother to say it. Sheng Shihua tilted her head slightly, looking at him gratefully, her half-wet hair made her even more delicate. It wasn't until she left Fazon's office that she remembered that neither of them sat down. When she got home, she hung up the phone to the director: "Wang Fasong agreed." The choreographer couldn't hear excitement in her voice. "Why do you seem to be full of thoughts? Wang Fasong is difficult to serve? Show our Miss Le's face!" "No, anyway, if he agrees, he agrees." Le Zhiyin said. The director let go of his heart: "Great, our show is so advanced, Wang Fasong, son of a famous family, a highly respected figure in the legal world!" "You try to be as happy as you can, I'm soaked in the rain, now go take a shower." The choreographer fantasizes about Le Zhiyin soaking in the bathtub. Friday is here, and it's time for Zhu Zuchuang and his wife to be recorded on "Zhu Zuchuang at 11 o'clock". Mrs. Zhu put on heavy make-up, a large ruby ​​brooch was buttoned on her colorful evening gown, a necklace with an unknown number of huge diamonds hung around her neck, and there were bracelets on both wrists. Six rings are worn on ten fingers. The makeup artist quietly said to Le Zhiyin: "Boss friend, Mrs. Zhu's eyelids are painted with blue eye shadow with a silver base. Her eyes will look puffy when she is on camera. Also, the two balls of rose red rouge on her face will turn red like a monkey's butt when photographed. Shall I erase those things for her?" Le Zhiyin said: "Let her alone." The makeup artist muttered: "Those ladies, they don't understand that silver-based makeup should not be used on TV!" Before she finished speaking, Mrs. Zhu was already holding a stack of red envelopes, handing them out to anyone she saw, stuffing one into the hands of the makeup artist, and handing another to Le Zhiyin. Le Zhiyin quickly rejected it, and Mrs. Zhu said, "You can't refuse it. It's good luck to start work, and it's auspicious to start work." The female assistant director in the control room said harshly: "What is this Huadan doing? Dressed up as if she was going to a ball! What crime did Zhu Zuchuang do in his previous life to marry this monster?" Producer says: "Don't be silly, be careful that you will be reincarnated as her in the next life!" The editor added a sentence: "I'll be her, I'll be her! Husband has plenty of money, it doesn't matter whether he looks like a monster or not! Women, the most important thing is to be blessed." The recording of the show started, and Mrs. Zhu was sitting next to her husband. The scene director said, "Mrs. Zhu, please don't get so close to Mr. Zhu, otherwise we won't be able to take close-ups of your personal faces." Le Zhiyin nodded to Mrs. Zhu to indicate that the field director was right, and she moved away a little in peace. "Look at that woman," said the female assistant choreographer, "I'm afraid she won't be photographed, so she insists on sitting next to her husband." "Stop making noise, it's starting." The director said. "What's the start? Are we filming a fun drama tonight?" The female assistant director was not convinced. Le Zhiyin understands Mrs. Zhu's psychology. From a down-and-out little actor to the main character of the video, it may be the happiest thing in her life. She could see that she was nervous, so she frequently took care of her with her eyes, which reassured her. After the recording of the program, everyone went from disdain for this vulgar woman to amazement at her confession, and they did not deny that they came from a humble background. Her gratitude and admiration for her husband make people see her frank and sincere side. Zhu Zuchuang, a child of this family, didn't mind his wife's lack of upbringing, bravely took her out of the camera, and showed his love for his wife everywhere.No one expected their love story to be so true. When the female assistant editor heard Mrs. Zhu say that she was squatting in front of the hotel after being slapped and kicked out by her boyfriend, how Zhu Zuchuang helped her, her eyes turned red and she murmured: "Your husband is like this, what regrets do you have! Mr. Zhu, you are a noble person with a kind heart." The director said: "This woman has exposed all her pretense, did you hear what she said? Squatting, squatting, how honest, she didn't beautify herself at all, I convinced her!" "I didn't expect it to be as exciting as what my friend said!" the producer said at the end of the recording. Mrs. Zhu hugged Le Zhiyin and kissed her left and right, and said to each staff member: "Brother, thank you, brother, thank you." Just as his wife was wandering around in a ecstasy, and his brothers and sisters were screaming, Zhu Zuchuang held Le Zhiyin's hand and said in a low voice: "Remember, if you need anything, you can find me and Ruby, she is a big If you are affectionate, you won't be jealous." "Of course, she is 100% sure that you love her the most. Azu, I wish you all the best." Le Zhiyin turned her head away, put down Azu's hand, hid behind the background board and quietly wiped away the two lines of sour tears that she couldn't help. On Monday, the program was officially broadcast, and "Friends at Eleven" brought unexpected passion to the audience, and the praises flooded in again. The staff of the TV station don't have time to be excited for long.There is only one sentence in their heads. "The show must go on." The third series has Wang Fasong, but the fourth series of interviews has not been found yet. "Then what happened to Sun Lonnie, the lion of the electronics industry?" The director became anxious, and there were not many days left. "I called Sun Ronny's secretary a few times, and she said that she sent the fax on my behalf, and she also told him that Sun Ronny hung up the long-distance call back to the company, but until today, he has not contacted me. " Le Zhiyin said helplessly. "Hey, bosom friend, don't let this one go, those who are not yet married are worthy of our Miss Le!" the producer joked. Le Zhiyin remembers that Sun Langni, who was a hard-working student on campus, once said to her: "One day I will not be poor, so I will have time to be courteous." Times have changed, and now it's Lonnie who's not available, not her. Is God rewarding her or joking with her? Six TV stations in a row asked her to interview people from the past, people who shuttled back and forth in her youthful life. When she was lonely, she would dream of reuniting, but when one after another appeared in front of her eyes, it gave her the helplessness of being alone in the empty river. Looking back, the long-running river in the old days has already flowed to other people's fields, and her river is just a dry source. The waves that made her life rich and colorful in the old days, looking back, there is only smoke like waves, and the waves have rolled onto his shore, and she stands in a blank. In the past, as long as she hooked her little finger, Sun Langni probably would rather not go to class to come here. Today, even her phone calls and faxes are gone. Maybe he has already forgotten her. After all, Sun Langni, who is young and ambitious today, is no longer struggling to earn tuition fees by frying chicken in the campus cafeteria. Le Zhiyin is glad that she never disclosed the past, never told the TV station that she knew these six outstanding men. If she did, she didn't know how to explain why she couldn't get an appointment. Escape must be thorough. No one could know that Cheng Anxiong was her husband who had left, their relationship was beyond explanation. "Cheng Anxiong!" The data collector's voice startled her. Several pages of photocopied text lay on the table: "Cheng Anxiong's information is really hard to find. Apart from his contribution to space physics, the only personal information is this interview with an English newspaper in the United States." Le Zhiyin took a look, An Xiong still had sword eyebrows and star eyes, majestic and heroic. Looking at the photo, he is smiling freely. In another frame, he is holding Xiaoxiong. The description below the picture is: "My son is the most important person to me in this world." Xiaoxiong looks a lot like Anxiong. That was a reality she couldn't escape, she hoped that the child would look like Li Qi, then An Xiong would at least forgive her. The child looked exactly like a boy from the Cheng family, she didn't know if An Xiong hated her more or Anbang more. The content of the newspaper interview, in addition to his work, also asked about his daily life. There is no mention of his ex-wife in the text.Guessing based on Anxiong's character, apparently he refuses to answer questions about past marriages. The reporter asked: "Will you marry again?" Anxiong's answer is: "Of course, I'm a man who needs a family." The bosom friend understands that their fate is over. The reporter asked about his younger brother Cheng Anbang: "You two brothers, one is studying space physics, the other is acting in Hollywood, you have really different hobbies." Cheng Anxiong's answer was just a "huh". The reporter asked again: "Would you encourage your younger brother to go back to China to make movies?" Cheng Anxiong's answer is: "I don't watch movies." An Xiong's attitude towards Anbang is very indifferent. When Zhiyin married An Xiong, Anbang left sadly. Until her divorce, Anbang never appeared in their house. She and Anbang haven't spoken to each other for ten years. "Who was Cheng Anxiong's former wife? The reporter is really useless, even if you don't ask." The female assistant director has strict requirements on everything, and after two more years of immersion, she will become a very good director. After all, women are more sensitive and careful than men. "Friends, if Cheng Anxiong can be found for an interview, the reporter will ask him more about his views on women, why his marriage failed, and various human issues." "Of course." The bosom friend responded. "I'm really curious, who is Cheng Anxiong's ex-wife?" The female data collector was thinking: "According to his conditions, the ex-wife should be a woman with both wisdom and beauty to be worthy of him." The female assistant director said regretfully: "That stupid woman is willing to divorce Cheng Anxiong after marrying her. She is so stupid, she must have no wisdom." The female assistant director looked at Cheng Anxiong's photo: "How do you know she is the one who begged to go? Or Cheng Anxiong didn't want her?" The female assistant director became mean again: "You are really, when you see one, you will be fascinated by the other, and everyone in Taiwan will know it when you hate each other!" The director also made fun of her: "When a bosom friend makes an appointment with Cheng Anxiong to come to Hong Kong, he will definitely be your matchmaker, right, bosom friend?" "Oh, of course." Le Zhiyin didn't like it in his heart, so he could only laugh and laugh with everyone. "Cheng Anxiong doesn't want me if he wants Miss Le, so why should I compare with my bosom friend?" The female data collector is the funniest, and everyone likes to make fun of her the most. Le Zhiyin looked at her baby-sized nose and the big round myopia glasses on it. It was a cartoon character, but it was quite cute. "Cheng Anxiong won't like me," said the bosom friend, "make up your own mind, don't be too fancy, choose between Li Qi and Cheng Anxiong, I will definitely be the matchmaker." The female data collector chased Le Zhiyin to beat her, but only gave her three blows. She suddenly remembered that she was a popular TV station artist, and she was just a small data collector, so she didn't dare to hit her again. "It's okay, you can hit me." Bosom friend never puts on airs. It doesn't matter if her colleagues are having fun, she needs a laugh. "Cheng Anbang is as handsome as Cheng Anxiong," the female assistant director said to Le Zhiyin: "Both of them are worthy of you, and the one you eliminated can be given to her." After finishing speaking, she pointed at the female data collector, and the big girl stomped her feet in shame. "Hmph, even if Cheng Anxiong and Cheng Anbang pursue Miss Le together, I still have Li Qi!" "Li Qi? I don't know how many women and female celebrities threw themselves into his arms. What do you throw? The shot is almost there!" The female assistant director still didn't let her go. The female data collector's eyebrows and slender eyes narrowed intoxicatedly behind the big glasses: "At least, Li Qi automatically said to send me to work. Is it okay for me to daydream? You are picky about everything, you have an old maid personality, be careful not to get married!" "Okay, okay," the messy-haired choreographer protested, "Why is no one thinking about me? I'm single too!" The female assistant director glanced at him and blushed: "seek death!" Le Zhiyin watched from the sidelines, knowing in her heart that the female assistant choreographer's heart was tied to the choreographer, but the dumb goose didn't realize it. "I'm going home. The day after tomorrow, videographer Fasong." Le Zhiyin hurried home. Her mind is in turmoil and she needs to find someone to talk to. Li Qi said he wanted to find her, maybe he left a message on her answering phone at home. Maybe Ronny Sun called back to her house? Holding a glimmer of hope, Le Zhiyin hurried back home. The light on the answering machine is blinking, someone has left a message! Le Zhiyin hurriedly pressed the button: "Shihua, it's mom. It's nothing. Let's see how busy you are. Then Li Qi, why are you visiting him? I don't have a good impression of this person." There was a long beep, and there was just such a phone message. Le Zhiyin was even more irritable. At first she wanted to tell her parents that she would visit Fazon, but she was afraid to hear her mother complain again: "If you had married Fazon back then, you wouldn't have the land you have today." All sorts of incomprehensible thoughts, even parents can't say.She paced the house, unable to sit down. She really needs to find a close friend to talk to, but it has only been more than two years since she returned to Hong Kong, and her old classmates are not there. Shui Wenjun lives in Canada, and Pang Pang lives in the United States. So what if there are too many fans?She felt as alone as she had ever felt in her life. Seeing that Azu and Fasong are happily married, she is both happy for them and sad for herself. She ruthlessly, repeatedly and timidly dialed Li Qi's mobile phone. After only three rings, she nervously hung up the phone again. After hanging up for a while, mustered up the greatest courage, and dialed again. As the phone rang, her heart was beating wildly. "Hello?" A male voice answered the phone, but it was definitely not Li Qi. "Mr. Li Qi, please listen to the phone." Bosom friend held down his beating heart with one hand. "Mr. Li is filming and can't answer the phone, who is looking for him?" The male voice was neither polite nor refined. "Well, it's Xiangjiang TV Station." Le Zhiyin said. "There are so many people in Xiangjiang TV Station, do you think I'm a fairy? Who are you?" the male voice said impatiently. Zhiyin suppressed her temper: "Then...that's all right, thank you, please tell Li Qi, Xiangjiang TV has looked for him. He knows." "If you say he knows it, he will know it. I can't guarantee whether he knows it or not." The other party ended the line after finishing speaking. The bosom friend was so wronged, Li Qihong was so angry that even the servant who took the phone for him was so arrogant. However, Li Qi must be waiting for a call, otherwise why didn't he just turn off the phone? The name of "Xiangjiang TV Station" obviously doesn't help much, and Li Qi obviously didn't tell his followers to pay attention to the phone number of "Xiangjiang TV Station", so who is he waiting for? other girls? girlfriend? Bosom friend felt jealous and disappointed. Li Qi is different now. But her character was unwilling to give up, and she was annoyed for a long time, and couldn't help but hit the cloud again. "Hello?" It was the gruff man again. "Mr. Li Qi, please listen to the phone." "I recognize your voice, did I just tell you that Li Qi is filming?" "Don't take up the line, listen!" The bosom friend's tone became firm: "I'm a rumor, please tell Mr. Li immediately, Xiao Sheng is looking for him, Xiao Sheng, remember, if you don't remember, Mr. Li can will blame you!" After the bosom friend finished speaking, she hung up the phone with a snap, staring at the clock and waiting. Waiting for someone who doesn't know who will come is the greatest form of mental abuse.Zhiyin's whole body was like letting the steel claws grab her, grabbing her again and again until her bones were almost shattered. She is resisting, unwilling to break, unwilling to crack, but the squeezing force is so strong, how painful it is! She couldn't eat or lie down, so she simply took out the skirts, shirts, coats, and trousers from the closet and ironed them one by one, ironing every wrinkle vigorously. Some are stubborn, and there are still traces of wrinkles after ironing, so she sprays water and irons again.No, spray water again, ironing like a desperate battle. I ironed until more than two o'clock in the middle of the night, and the phone didn't hum. She even hoped that if someone dialed the wrong number, the phone would ring for a while. Li Qi is still filming?When was the filming?Not even a minute to spare? If Lonnie Sun was on the east coast of the United States, it would be around two o'clock in the afternoon, which is exactly the opposite of the day and night in Hong Kong. If he was on the West Bank, it should be ten o'clock in the morning, which is the time when he can make calls. How come no one called her?She left the whole world abandoned? She was in a daze, and pressed the iron on the skirt. When she smelled the burning smell and hurriedly lifted the iron, the pink-blue skirt she loved, the skirt she wore the night she visited Li Qi, had already been scorched like an iron. Big hole. It was like burning a hole in her cherished memory, and she fell down on the carpet holding her skirt in distress, a little panicked. While she was in a daze, the phone rang, Zhiyin hugged her skirt, rushed to the phone while half crawling and half running. "Hello?" Zhiyin panted. "Shihua? I'm Lonnie." "Oh, Lonnie," the soulmate was still panting. "Out of breath? Did I wake you up?" "No, I was ironing and accidentally burned my skirt." Lonny laughed over there. "Huh, it's like I burnt the chicken, but you eat it anyway." "Lonnie, I almost gave up, you never returned my calls." "I'm sorry, I've been very busy these days. It's about business. You know I love money the most." "Lonnie, will you be back in time for my show next week?" "Shihua, I haven't seen you in ten years, the first thing you do to me is business!" "Lonnie, it's hard to say, can you come back in time?" "You and Anxiong separated?" Lonnie asked. "divorced." "I don't know what to say. At that time, the two of you were entwined like twisted candy. I remember your little white room. I knocked on the door for a long time and no one answered. I knew you two were inside. ." "I forgot why the door wasn't opened." "I don't mind. No one cared about me as a poor student back then. I'm used to shutting doors," said Lonnie. "Your achievement today is not easy, Ronnie Sun, the lion of the electronics industry." "Shihua, I can't be a lioness." Lonnie laughed. "Our TV station wants to access your success story." "What success history? I'm poor, I want to make money, it's as simple as that. Just two sentences." "There's a lot more to talk about." "Shihua, I'm just an ordinary person, not from high society like you. I don't have anything romantic to talk about." "Lonnie, don't say that." "世华，我始终都是中下层的人，如果你要我扮上流社会，扮名人，我扮不来。" "没人要求你扮什么，无可否认你是个三十一岁的成功人士。" "世华，你几岁了？在我印象中，你老像很小。" "我二十八岁了，朗尼。" "我很愿意和你见面，到底是老同学，但我不想上电视，我会浑身不舒服的，我不是什么公子、名人。" "你是名人。" "不，不，我始终是我。我可以为你穿上套意大利名牌西装，但内里的我，仍然跟他们不一样，你会失望的。" "朗尼，你几时变得这么扭捏了？" "不是扭捏，无此必要而已。你知道我是吝啬的，我不会特地为了上电视而去买套万多元的西装。像挂长途电话给你，我已经破例了，我应在这儿晚上十时后打给你，十时后收费便宜点。" 知音拿他没法，气起来便说： "我一早便知道你胸怀大志，你在学校里不是说过，你先来挂个号，等到你有钱了，便来向我献殷勤吗？说过的话不算数！" 朗尼让她一嗲，心软了，但还不敢肯定，便试探着问： "我这样说过吗？" "孙朗尼，我背给你听！"她学着他的语态："我不喜欢追千金小姐，但我又喜欢你，所以我说呢，先挂号来着。" 孙朗尼又笑了： "噢，我那时那么厚脸皮吗？其时我们在学校时，虽然常碰见，却不算太熟。" 知音又是一阵委屈，这回倒是她得厚着脸皮了： "朗尼，为什么这么见外？" "不好意思高攀，我有自卑感。" "什么自卑感？你连在饭堂炸鸡时都是蛮有自信心的。" "我有成功的自信心，却没有打入上流社会的自信心，亦没这么需要。我只需要生意。" 知音记得很清楚，朗尼是所有中国男生中最高的一个，至少六英尺二英寸，笑起来亮出一徘整整齐齐的白牙齿，一片阳光灿烂，人倒是爽朗的，怎么事业有成了，有钱了，反而自卑了？ "朗尼，你从前不是这样顾虑多多的。" "社会比校园复杂得多呢。"朗尼说。 "这个连我这么笨都晓得，还用你说？" "盛世华，你几时笨过了？" "朗尼，我从来都笨。念书成绩好不等于我做人不笨。" "小姐，那是任性，不是笨。你负担得起任性，我负担不起，我得脚踏实地，不像朱祖创，念书时为了令盛小姐对他有印象，不惜一掷千金。" "他上过我的节目了。" "他上过了？开校友会吗，这回他掷什么？掷钻石？" "朗尼，阿祖是个好人。" "对不起，忘了他曾经是你的男朋友。" "朗尼，爽爽快快答应我。" 朗尼迟疑了一阵，乐知音听见翻记事本子的声音： "这样吧，世华，我还有几个客户要见，明天给你回音好吗？" "那你要我一天一夜睡不着了。"乐知音急坏了。 "没办法，我尽量调动时间。"朗尼说："咦，忘了问，盛世华，你怎么改了名字叫做乐知音了？" "你明天不打电话来便不告诉你。"知音仍脱不了自觉的爱娇。 "好，明天你的时间下午三时，等我的电话。" "朗尼，你是个时间表人！" "我是。"朗尼打趣着："聊了快半小时，电话费不少了。你知道，我只是个节俭的乡巴佬。" "明天三点正，我等你电话。"知音说："如果你答应上电视，只需讲一分钟长途电话。如果不答应，我缠上你一小时。" "怎么我忽然那么重要了？"朗尼心里真的那么想。 "三十二分钟了，朗尼，明天再谈。"知音收了线。 朗尼，这好看的高个子。 知音不觉地含笑坐着。回想，她虽然没跟他约会过，但她亦没试过有一分钟不喜欢他。 低头一看，抱着的粉蓝色裙子又皱了。 李颀仍是音无音讯。 要不是朗尼挂过电话来，今夜她可真的睡不着了。 一觉醒来，正午十二时了，知音没闲情烧饭。独个儿吃饭最没趣儿，她开了罐焗豆，放进微波炉加热一分钟了事。 正在有一口没一口地吃的时候，传真机有文件传进的声音。 知音捧着焗豆，读着一行又一行传出来的字。 "世华，今天还不能决定，别等我电话。我不会在办公室，今天是很长的一天，再联络。朗尼。" 知音的心沉了下，焗豆吃不下去了。 倒霉的一天，李颀仍没回电。 她拨他家里的电话，没人听。拨他的手提电话，关上了。 倒是法松挂了电话来，告诉他会准时到达电视台。 法松总是一诺千金的，怪不得母亲说他是最可靠的男人。 录影的一天到了，整组人都有点紧张，王法松一向给人的印象都是十分严肃的。 国字口脸，不苟言笑的王法松到了，一身矜贵而保守的淡灰西装，淡灰丝领带。 知音跟他对了稿，王法松不觉得有问题，他是御用大律师，惯于上法庭侃侃陈词的，没人担心他不会说话，只怕他太拘谨。 "法松，放松，这儿不是法庭，我们要带出你人性的一面。"知音说。 法松说："你也别紧张，你不是我要盘问的犯人。" 知音向他作了个鬼脸。 法松眼里有温柔，知音的鬼脸，还是跟小时候一样。 访问开始了，知音作了轻松的介绍。 王法松的脑海里不停浮起他们两个小时玩耍的情形，一切历历如在目前，情绪不禁激荡起来： "我们可以说是一同长大的。还记得吗？十岁那年，农历年初一，你左手拿着个小炮竹，右手在泥地上挖洞洞，我乘你不觉，把你的爆竹燃着了，砰的一声在你手指间爆了，你便哇哇大哭起来。啊，我们的童年！" 这话一出，所有人都呆了。 王法松居然声情并茂。 王法松原来是跟乐知音一块儿长大的？