Chapter4
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The next day, Tao Feng was awakened by the short honking of a truck.
He was rather irritable and lifted his hand to pull over a pillow, burying himself in the sofa and planning to go back to chatting with Duke Zhou for a while. But unexpectedly, the noise downstairs became more and more rampant. The rustling voices and the sounds of things being moved were high and low, and there was no sign of stopping for a long time.
Throwing off the blanket in a fit of anger, Tao Feng, with a messy hair, got up from the sofa and walked down. Wearing slippers and yawning, he moved to the window and looked down through the gap in the blinds.
In a sleepy state, he saw two large trucks fully loaded with furniture and luggage and five or six workers busy unloading. Not far away, a man in a neat suit was standing under the shade of a roadside tree, directing the moving while holding a record book. Everything seemed to be in good order.
There was the sound of wheels rubbing against the ground outside the door. Tao Feng raised his eyebrows, released the blinds and turned to go to the bathroom.
He lives in a small one-bedroom apartment, but the adjacent one is a "big luxury house" with three bedrooms, two living rooms and a terrace. As early as when he just moved in at the beginning of the year, he heard that the next door was bought by someone. After such a long time, it seems that this neighbor is finally ready to move in.
Cold water splashed on his face, and there were tiny drops of water condensed at the ends of his hair. Along with the deliberately lowered moving sounds from the opposite side, Tao Feng looked up at the young man with clear features in the mirror.
Looking carefully, he still looks a bit different from when he was in high school. Although the outline is more hard and smooth, the unruly arrogance between his eyebrows has faded a lot. If it were him, he might not remember himself either.
Qin Xiao is right.
In those two months back then, the process was too short and too plain, but the ending was too fast and too tragic. Wang Lin was so young at that time. Maybe for him, this was at most just a youthful impulse, a fleeting relationship like a spring breeze leaving no trace.
If he really doesn't remember, it's good. In the future, when they meet, he can call him "Mr. Wang" openly and freely, without worrying that the other party will take the opportunity to suppress him because of the unhappiness in their youth.
Eight years is not two or three years. In seven years, even all the cells in a person's body can be replaced. Not to mention that in life, people come and go. Nothing will remain unchanged.
"Sentimental."
Making a brief summary of his abnormality last night, Tao Feng tugged at the corners of his mouth and stretched his arms and legs. Squeezing out toothpaste, he began to wash up.
After changing into a set of white home clothes and taking the fresh milk delivered in the morning from the door, after being busy for a while, the time on the clock pointed exactly to nine o'clock. Tao Feng took a sip from the milk bottle, threw himself into the rattan chair by the floor-to-ceiling window and began to read the script.
In fact, objectively speaking, this drama can obtain huge investment not only because there is a gold-medal director in charge and first-line stars joining in, but more importantly because of its excellent script and its own fan base.
"Our Ten Years" is adapted from a somewhat famous novel on the Internet. The plot follows a semi-realistic route. It tells the story of the male and female protagonists supporting each other to leave a remote town. After several twists and turns and through many hardships, they finally succeed in starting a business. The script story is suitable for all ages. Acting skills are guaranteed by Chu Yao of Bohua Media. Popularity is ensured by the popular young actor Shen Yixin. From any aspect, it has great potential to become popular.
It is estimated that it can also bring up many newcomers.
The only problem is that—
Tao Feng is neither a brother or friend close to the protagonist nor a comrade in arms or colleague who struggles in business together. Instead, he is a... gang leader.
And he is the kind who is beaten into the hospital by the male protagonist in just a few episodes!
Completely a cannon fodder.
He pursed his lips.
Forget it. Start from the beginning. After all, it has to be done step by step.
Even though the first twenty-odd years of his life were smooth sailing, Tao Feng has to admit that society is a huge processing factory. He rises and falls in it and inevitably has his edges and sharpness smoothed. The dreams hidden in his heart in high school that wanted to soar to the sky one day have finally faded.
"A new day starts with being beaten by reality." He smiled and shrugged, picked up a pen and began to make notes by circling and drawing on the script.
In the end, it was the growling of his stomach that pulled Tao Feng out of his working state. Looking up, it was already one thirty in the afternoon.
He raised his hand and rubbed his face. Swept several crumpled waste drafts on the table into the trash can at his feet. Changed into a sweater and jeans, and grabbed his mobile phone and went out.
The location of the apartment is quite good. About fifteen minutes' drive ahead is the central business district of Huacheng. The streets are full of traffic and people coming and going. Everywhere is filled with the bustle and noise of a big city.
"Excuse me."
When Tao Feng pushed open the door and walked into Starbucks, a young man in formal clothes was also coming out with a paper bag.
The two passed by each other.
He had already placed an order on his mobile phone. The timing was just right. There was already an iced Americano on the counter.
The weather was really too hot. The misty water vapor melted on the cup wall. As soon as Tao Feng picked it up, he couldn't help but take a big sip. Looking down again, he saw a name written in a flamboyant way on the cup.
He was so embarrassed that he froze on the spot and almost spat out the coffee that he hadn't swallowed yet.
—Damn. Took the wrong one.
At the same time, in the black Bentley by the street.
Yu Wenhao sat in the passenger seat and took out the coffee from the paper bag, handing it back with both hands.
"Boss, your coffee."
Wang Lin took a look and then his gaze fell back on the tablet in his hand which was showing financial news: "Wenhao, you took the wrong one."
Yu Wenhao was slightly stunned. After carefully seeing that the label on the cup was "Xu" not "Yu", he quickly admitted his mistake: "Sorry, boss. Same without water and with ice. It was my negligence."
The driver started the engine, making a small rumbling sound.
Wang Lin's eyelid twitched and he looked out of the window. Almost instantly, a tall and straight figure jumped into his sight.
The irregular bangs were blown up by the wind, revealing a smooth and fair forehead.
Their car sped past the young man.
The figure in the rearview mirror became smaller and smaller, and finally shrank into a black dot and slowly disappeared from sight.
Wang Lin looked out of the window sideways, narrowing his eyes slightly.
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