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Chapter 41 Forgive

I'll say goodbye to the future you can't afford

Ling Yun's newcomer Ran Ran has made great progress in "Million Idols", and the movie "Wutong" starring star Gu Weijun also has good news-the post-production has been completed, and he was invited to participate in the Asian Film Festival to be held in Seoul.

Since returning from the island, Gu Weijun has been keeping a low profile and has not updated his Weibo. It is said that he is writing songs in retreat.He showed up in Ling Yun's conference room because he had to plan the itinerary for the Asian Film Festival.

An Min had just finished his meeting with the PR department, and his expression was not very good.

Rita said cautiously: "Mr. An, don't worry, Yao Lu is taking screenshots one by one. Those sunspots won't be long, so give them all titles."

An Min took a big sip of coffee, took the materials about the film festival, and said, "Ran Ran is only so old, those people have lost their morals!"

"Calm down, there is no reason to talk to those professional gangsters, don't treat them as human beings." Rita, who has been fighting on the front line of anti-gangsters for a long time, sees it clearly.

Anmin sorted out his emotions and looked at Gu Weijun: "Little Gu, are you out of customs? It feels like I haven't seen you for a long time."

Gu Weijun raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, and glanced at his left hand holding the cup: "Well, brother Xiaomin, how are you?"

"I'm not like that. Let's discuss the itinerary of the film festival. Director Zhang is sure to participate, can Xiao Gu go?" An Min asked.

Gu Weijun's gaze shifted from Anmin's left hand to his eyes: "Should our company, as the producer, also participate?"

Anmin replied without thinking: "Of course, we and SONY will go to this rare publicity opportunity. If there is no special situation on the company side, I should lead the team."

"I'm fine, everything is up to your arrangement." Gu Weijun said straightforwardly.

The popular artist is neither arrogant nor impetuous, sensible and general, An Min is particularly worry-free, and wants to pat him on the shoulder lovingly, just when the notification tone on his phone rang.Anmin glanced at the screen, quickly withdrew his hand, kept a distance and said, "Okay, let Rita arrange it, I have to go to the TV station in City B."

Zhiyuan, who was waiting in the car, watched An Min trot over, who was only wearing a blue and white striped shirt, and pressed the car window and shouted, "Don't run! It's too late. Why aren't you wearing a coat?"

"It's okay, Tiandu...it's warm." Anmin got into the car panting, started the ignition, and carefully looked at Zhiyuan in a black suit, "It's so handsome, it kills everyone on stage. The clothes are so well chosen, this How does this handsome guy have such good taste?"

"Tch, is there anyone who turns a corner and praises yourself like this?" Zhiyuan snorted.

An Min didn't think so, pinched his left cheek, and said, "Why don't you tell the truth? Baby!"

Zhiyuan raised the car window, turned his head to bite his hand, An Min retracted his fingers, and bit nothing.He continued to work hard, with his head stretched out to Anmin's side, his eyes fiercely chasing the messy hand.An Min smiled and took the initiative to bring his index finger to his mouth. The wolf cub bit the fingertip, gently grinding his neat teeth, licked it twice with the tip of his tongue, and stared at the owner of the finger with fiery eyes.The familiar fiery feeling in his body "huh" rose up, and Anmin forced his other hand to pat his thigh calmly: "Okay, don't make trouble! I'll be late for a while!"

The teeth were loose, and he quickly kissed the fingertips that were stained with his own saliva, and Zhiyuan sat down properly, looking at Anmin's red earlobes with satisfaction.

Falling in love really delays things.When the two arrived at the studio, the executive director was in a hurry to go to the room, and all the departments were ready, except for a Lida representative who paid the most money!

The makeup artist grabbed Zhiyuan and started to work, but was met with stubborn resistance.Zhiyuan dedicates himself to performing "Rejection".Anmin went over to enlighten: "Be obedient, just put on a little loose powder to avoid reflections, and nothing else will be melted, we don't need to melt it at all!" Seeing that Zhiyuan's mood has stabilized, Anmin began to attack the depressed makeup artist: "Teacher, he Just put on some powder, you have worked so hard, you don't have to compete with him, right?" An Min smiled, if the makeup artist teacher could handle him, he wouldn't be called Tony.

Wang Yilin came over to give the famous tag himself, and wanted to stick it on Zhiyuan's expensive suit with his own hands, but he didn't dare to do it due to the pressure of his eyes.

An Min took the name tag and was surprised: "Lin Zhiyuan?"

Zhiyuan was a little embarrassed, and said bravely, "Well, it's all for Lida."

"Understood, I understand," An Min put the name tag on his left chest, smoothed it gently with his fingers, "Boss Lin, go!"

Because of Zhang Wenzheng's matter, Wang Yilin avoids Anmin in every possible way, and now he has to face the difficulties head-on. "Anmin, I really don't know. I want to know that I must never do this. Can you understand me? I know you won't blame me. We have been in love for so many years."

An Min squinted at him with "who are you" eyes, and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, who has feelings for you, my man is sitting on the stage, look, the most handsome one."

Wang Yilin put his arms around An Min's shoulders on tiptoe, flattering him: "Yes, it's not feelings, it's friendship, brotherhood! I knew that such an open-minded person like you would definitely not care about such insignificant details."

Shaking away Wang Yilin, An Min warned him: "I'm just looking at my aunt's face, you should grow your brains in the future!"

"Boss An said yes!"

At the beginning of the show, the professional scores of the contestants in the previous period and the audience voting points as of 12:10 last night were announced. Ran Ran and other [-] trainees advanced to the top ten.At this stage of the show, young people have established a deep friendship under tremendous pressure. Those who stayed and those who left hugged and said goodbye, and the atmosphere was sad.

After a short break, the program continued.The trainees went to the backstage to touch up their makeup and prepare for the next performance.An Min waited for Ran Ran in the aisle, and handed her a pack of tissues: "Wipe your tears."

Ran Ran didn't want to pick it up awkwardly, so An Min conjured up an exquisite paper bag from behind, held it in his hand, and brought it to the little girl: "No? How about this? Pineapple cake, I just brought it back from T City yesterday." Yes, isn't it your favorite?"

After picking up the bag and tissues, Ran Ran wiped away her tears and stared at An Min: "You clearly know that this is not my favorite!"

"Okay! Don't lose your temper, this game will increase the market representative's score, hurry up and eat a piece, and perform well. Pineapple cake will give you strength!"

Ran Ran looked up at him with tears in her eyes: "I know, I will never lose face in front of your boyfriend."

An Min couldn't help smiling, and gently stroked the back of her head like smoothing the fur of a small animal: "Well, you are the best!"

"Forget you have vision!" The little girl's mood brightened immediately, and she walked backwards to the dressing room, "I can't leave until I finish recording!"

I want to finish the recording before leaving, but I don’t wait for you.Anmin didn't have the heart to say it, and told her: "Watch the road! Be careful..."

Ran Ran stumbled over the criss-crossed electric wires, staggered, and the standing lamp next to her was brought, swinging and smashing towards her.An Min's well-developed motor instincts erupted, and he leaped forward in two big strides to protect Ran Ran with his body, then dodged to the side, and the lamppost grazed his forehead and hit the ground with a "bang".

The surrounding staff immediately surrounded him when they heard the sound.An Min frowned, pulled Ran Ran out of his arms, and asked, "Are you frightened? It's okay. You have to watch your feet when you walk from now on. Hurry up and get ready."

Tears welled up in Ran Ran's eyes: "An Min, you are bleeding."

Only then did Anmin feel the pain. Anmin tentatively touched the scratched part with his fingers, touched a little blood, and comforted her: "It's okay, it's just a little bit of skin. Don't cry, what does it look like!"

Wang Yilin squeezed in and slapped his thigh: "Oh, ancestor! Come on, where is the medical team, give me treatment! Who fixes this lamp? Can it work?!"

The staff chattered, and the scene was chaotic.An Min tugged at Wang Yilin's sleeve: "Okay, you block the news quickly, if someone with ulterior motives pokes out this crap, you'll be finished."

Only then did Wang Yilin regain the ability to control the field planned by Wang, and the medical staff took An Min to the medical car waiting outside the studio to treat the wound.Remembering that the real ancestor was still on stage, An Min called Wang Yilin in a panic and told him not to tell Zhiyuan, otherwise the show would not be recorded.

The medical staff skillfully cleaned, applied medicine and bandaged him, and forced Anmin to sit quietly in the car for 10 minutes to observe whether he had mild concussion symptoms.

An Min asked with a question mark on his forehead: "Isn't it? I didn't hit the ground with my head, it was the light pole that was scratched."

The other party blocked the car door, professionally indifferent: "It's all a collision."

"Okay." An Min stopped fighting, and simply leaned on the seat with his arms folded and his eyes closed.

"Xiaomin?" A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from the car door.

Anmin slowly opened his eyes, smiled mockingly, and said, "Didn't I miss you today?"

The medical staff moved away, and Zhang Wenzheng, who was wearing a beige half-length trench coat, was slamming the door: "Isn't there him, so I think you should come."

"Heh." An Min habitually brushed back his bangs.

Zhang Wenzheng saw slight blood oozing from the gauze, and asked the medical staff: "Doctor, can the wound be treated in this simple way? It's bleeding again."

"Where are you so hypocritical?" Without waiting for anyone to answer, An Min jumped out of the car with long legs, ignored the loud warning behind him, and walked into the building.

Zhang Wenzheng followed quickly and stopped in front of him: "Let's talk."

There are only two customers in the coffee shop on the 18th floor of the TV station building in City B, in the terrace area.The cold spring is not over, and normal people sit indoors.

Seeing that An Min was only wearing a shirt, Zhang Wenzheng said, "Why are you wearing so little?" and began to take off his windbreaker.

An Min raised his hand and said impatiently: "Stop it, it's not vulgar, it's not cold! Let's talk, I have nothing to tell you anyway, what do you want to talk about, hurry up."

As if he hadn't thought too much about where to start, Zhang Wenzheng froze for a moment, only looking at An Min, his eyes were full of sadness.

"Hey," An Min couldn't stand this kind of staring, and turned his head to look at the city scene outside the wall at dusk, "Is there any smoke?"

Zhang Wenzheng took out a thin, flat cigarette case from the pocket of his windbreaker, took out a cigarette and put it in front of An Min, and when someone put it in his mouth, he stretched out the lighter to light it for him.

An Min glanced at the lighter, then turned his head to face the setting sun and saw more and more vehicles on the street, with the taillights on and off.

"I didn't know you came to Sydney to find me at that time." Zhang Wenzheng finally started talking.

"Oh? So what if we know?" An Min took a deep breath and exhaled a smoke ring, which slowly dissipated in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Zhang Wenzheng didn't answer, but continued at his own pace: "It wasn't until last year that my ex-wife told me that you came to see me at that time, but she didn't let us meet."

The sparks from the cigarette in his hand lit up and then dimmed, "It's pretty good, what's the point of seeing it?"

"The past was my fault," Zhang Wenzheng looked at An Min's side face, and grabbed the cup in his hand, "I plan to return to China to develop, Xiao Min."

Anmin flicked off the cigarette ash, sighed, and turned back to look at him: "It's over, it's over, you have to say forgive me, I'm sorry I haven't reached that level. But the past doesn't cause me any trouble now, do you understand? So I hope you do the same, don't bother me. I don't know what you want me to be, a friend? I don't need friends like you."

"I love you. I've always loved you."

"Heh," An Min put out his cigarette butt and stood up, "There are many people who love me. Listen to me—forget it. There's nothing we can't get through, but we can't go back."

The years are long and the clothes are thin.

I will say goodbye to the future you can't afford.

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It is recommended to read BGM in this chapter:

Wan Fang "The Night Illuminates the Night"