C89 (2/2)

Thinking about how Xue Minghuang and Shen Meng acted that day, he probably had to wait for Shen Meng for a long time. Without her, Xue Minghuang could still patiently wait for others, but he couldn't.

It's really not fair.

Not long later, Shen Meng would be joining the group, would he still send him off?

At that time, would he still be able to calmly watch them come and go?

Xia Ying could not help but ask herself this. She still could not, the ones who lost face were only herself, the one who laughed was also herself.

Every time she thought of him, she would hate the useless her. This was the way Xia Ying had been doing for so many years.

Not long after, as Xia Ying looked at the script, she finally felt that it was time for Shen Meng's editor, Tang Wan Wan, to begin her part. She was a brilliant, capable, imposing editor of the magazine, and was always in charge of's review of Meng Xin's work.

Readers began to stop paying attention to it, so Tang Wan kept on talking to Meng Xin. The number of times she talked to Meng Xin increased, but the results were limited, so Tang Wan directly suspended Meng Xin's work. That piece of work, which had lasted for more than two years, was suddenly stopped.

Meng Xin was extremely sad. At this time, her husband, Mu Tan, was getting more and more sick. The two of them no longer had any financial resources, so they had to rely on their savings.

Meng Xin started to contact Tang Wan for his work. This time, Tang Wan would strongly criticize Meng Xin.

It was only after he had criticized her works to the point of being useless that Meng Xin realized that his attitude towards writing novels had actually been quite lame over the years.

After a while, he started to reflect on whether he had been too pessimistic in his past life. Would this affect his husband, Wood, so that he would unknowingly become depressed?

At this point, the first turning point of the plot had finally appeared.

After the performance of the afternoon was over, Qin Shuang could finally rest for the time being. Gu Yi had accidentally talked about Qin Shuang's problem with Meng Jie, but Meng Jie was a very considerate person.

This made Xia Ying worry again, she sat down beside him. After a while, Qin Shuang still had no reaction, so Xia Ying said, ”How do you feel?”

”Hmm? ”I'm fine.”

Qin Shuang was gloomy, as though he did not want to speak.

”There's going to be a bit of a vacation. Have a good rest.”

In the end, Xia Ying still added on, ”If you have anything to say, call me. I'm free.”

Only then did Qin Shuang raise his head and look at Xia Ying, as if he truly felt that this Xia Ying was too strange.

It was as if five years had truly changed her too much.

Xia Ying could only bite the bullet and meet his gaze, staring at him indifferently. After a long while, Qin Shuang finally said, ”Thank you.”

Xia Ying shook her head naturally, saying that there was no need to thank him.

After Qin Shuang left, Gu Yi walked over and handed her a cup of coffee, ”Why are you so concerned about his matters?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt that it was inappropriate. He could only rub his nose and felt a little awkward.

Xia Ying drank her coffee, ”No, she helped me back then, so I didn't want to see him in such pain.”

After saying that, she raised her head and chuckled. She also felt that she could easily soften her heart, so this wouldn't be good for her.

”Didn't you say it's good to make more friends?”

That was really something from a long time ago, and it was hard for Xia Ying to still remember. Gu Yi thought to himself, that time, it was indeed a good intention, in the end, her relationship with Shen Meng also became very subtle, and it was hard to put it into words. Thus, Gu Yi felt that he was wrong.

”Gu Yi, the problem that you're thinking about is getting more and more complicated.”

Gu Yi could not help but laugh bitterly, that's right, because I care about you more and more, that's why my thoughts are so complicated.

These words could naturally only be left in his heart, as he would never tell Xia Ying, ”Ah? ”Maybe because he's old, he thinks too much. Hahahahahaha …”

”Yeah, when I'm old, I won't be as impulsive as before.”

Xia Ying was deeply in agreement. Many people would say that as one grew older, they would become more and more fearless, but Xia Ying felt that that was not so. When one grew up and had more people and things, they would become more and more cautious.

They were all clearly in their twenties, but they all fell silent in the midst of these words.