No. 8 Pawnshop

    At one or two o'clock in the morning, Ye Mingyuan was in a drowsy sleep, when suddenly the phone rang, he opened his sleepy eyes and saw that the call was his girlfriend Song Zhenzhen, he immediately answered without waiting for him to speak ,

    "A Yuan, let's break up." A familiar and indifferent female voice sounded.

    All the drowsiness disappeared without a trace at this moment, Ye Mingyuan hadn't reacted yet, the phone had been hung up, and no one answered the call again.

    Ye Mingyuan went to Song Zhenzhen, and the only explanation was 'I don't love you anymore'. Ye Mingyuan doesn't understand why the sweetheart who was fine a few days ago suddenly said that he didn't love him anymore, what was it all before that, can he really stop loving him in a short period of time?

    Ye Mingyuan couldn't accept this explanation, but this was all Song Zhen Zhen could give him. She really doesn't love Ye Mingyuan anymore, she doesn't even have love anymore, what can she do to love Ye Mingyuan again.

    She clearly remembers every beautiful and sweet moment in the past, but she doesn't feel anything, just like a stranger with memory, except sorry, Song Zhenzhen can't give Ye Mingyuan anything else .

    What Cen Xiu saw was Ye Mingyuan, who had locked himself in the room and was depraved and passive. He sneered, pulled Ye Mingyuan to the bathroom, pressed his head into the sink, and turned on the faucet The rushing water poured down his heart.

    "Wake up, Ye Mingyuan." Cen Xiu turned off the tap and sneered at Ye Mingyuan.

    "One woman makes you unable to stand up? Do you know how many people and how many cameras and equipment are waiting for you? You let go of all our pigeons quietly, you are powerful enough, Ye Mingyuan."

    Ye Mingyuan held the sink with both hands, lowered his head and remained silent.

      Waiting for you to make a mistake and fall off so you can get on it."

    Ye Mingyuan pulled the corner of his mouth ugly, "I came in for Zhen Zhen, now Zhen Zhen doesn't want me anymore, what do I still need?"

    Cen Xiu listened to his words and laughed in anger, for Song Zhenzhen's entry into the entertainment industry, how can this kid be so naive? can go.

    He knew that Ye Mingyuan had a simple family background, and he didn't lack the two money he earned in the entertainment industry. With his family background, he had to pay Silver Emperor's sky-high liquidated damages. But he was leaving, what would he do with Cen Xiu, what would the Silver Emperor think of him, and if he wanted to mix up in this circle, others would laugh at him for not being able to even see a popular newcomer in his hands.

    Cen Xiu's eyes deepened, he grabbed Ye Mingyuan's shoulder, and said solemnly, "If you are really a man, stand up and make her regret it."

    "I don't have time for you to be decadent." Cen Xiu tore off the clean towel hanging next to him, wiped Ye Mingyuan indiscriminately, then walked quickly to the bedroom and took a coat and threw it to Ye Mingyuan. "If you don't want to continue suffering, just follow me."

    For the next two weeks, Cen Xiu kept Ye Mingyuan's schedule full and did not give him any time to mourn the loss of his love. He found a way to arouse Ye Mingyuan's passion for music.

    He is an old fritter who has been in the entertainment industry for many years. With a few tricks, Ye Mingyuan is moved and guilty, and he successfully dedicates himself to the profession of singer again.

    Cen Xiu has spent so much time on Ye Mingyuan, everyone in the company sees it, Cen Xiu seems to have a lot of plans this time, and he has enough confidence in Ye Mingyuan's future .

    During these days, Cen Xiu tried his best to keep Ye Mingyuan and Song Zhenzhen from seeing each other, so as not to lose all his previous achievements. However, Song Zhen Zhen didn't know how lucky she was to be chosen to be the heroine of a play. Cen Xiu also read the script, it's not bad and the characters are very similar to Song Zhen Zhen, so it can be said that he is acting in his true colors, and it is difficult to think if he is not popular. Cen Xiu doesn't have any regrets, not all celebrities are suitable to be together, not to mention that Song Zhen Zhen has already proposed to break up with Ye Mingyuan.

    Speaking of which, maybe it was Song Zhenzhen who found a better sponsor, so she cut off the relationship with Ye Mingyuan so decisively. After all, Ye Mingyuan's background was extraordinary, but he couldn't extend his hands to the entertainment circle. Come on, and the Silver Emperor is said to have a deeper background, almost no one can find out who is standing behind it, so the Ye family can at most let the pickled scorpions in the entertainment industry not reach Ye Mingyuan's side, and the others really can't help much.

    Of course, all of this is just Cen Xiu's guess. Now he is only thinking about how to hold Hong Ye Mingyuan and how to make him more popular.

    Xu Ruohan's heart is like a mirror on this matter, but how far Song Zhenzhen can go is up to her.

    ———

    The blue sky, the white doves flying over the square, and the modern towering skyscrapers behind it.

      .

    When the beautiful girl finished work, there were only a few scattered ten yuan bills in the biscuit box she put the money in. She packed up her drawing board and brushes, moving lightly, with a literary atmosphere.

    "Xuxu." A young girl with a bag and a T-shirt and jeans, waved her hand, and trotted over with a beaming face.

    When Jiang Xuxu saw her, a smile appeared on her face, "An Jia."

    Jiang Xuxu and An Jia are good friends who grew up in the orphanage together since they were children. . The difference is that Jiang Xuxu has been very sensitive to painting since he was a child. At a young age, he was a top student in the Academy of Fine Arts and won awards of various sizes. For this reason, the dean of the orphanage always felt that it was a pity that he could not fund Jiang Xuxu to continue reading, otherwise Jiang Xuxu would definitely succeed.

    Art is a very expensive thing, not to mention Jiang Xuxu, an orphan who has never seen his parents.

    Jiang Xuxu's talent makes her conceited and proud, she is stubbornly unwilling to give up, and the only person who supports her is An Jia.

    "Xuxu, the boss of the cafe gave me a salary increase today, and I can buy you new brushes soon..." An Jia is like a bird that can't be quiet. Every day is chattering, and their hard and hopeless life has become a little more vivid.

    Ye Li was sitting in the open-air cafe not far from the square, watching them from a distance, while Lao Bai was sitting at the adjacent white table, the two seemed to have no acquaintance, But they both pay attention to each other's movements.

    The corner of Ye Li's mouth ticked, and his thoughts moved.

    Suddenly, a beautiful paper coupon floated to the ground in front of Jiang Xuxu and An Jia, An Jia bent over curiously to pick it up, but a look of surprise flashed on her face,

    "Xu Xu, look, this is the Saturday Monet exhibition you've always wanted to go to."

    Jiang Xuxu studied oil painting. I heard that there will be a large-scale Monet painting exhibition at the Museum of Fine Arts in the city center recently. Unfortunately, the tickets have been fired at sky-high prices. The net worth of Jiang Xuxu and An Jia is not enough to cover I was watching an art exhibition, so Jiang Xuxu was always unhappy these days.

    "Could it be that someone lost it?" An Jia said, Jiang Xuxu also nodded, this thing is indeed too precious.

    The two of them sat on the steps of the square with their easels on their backs, waiting for the owner of this coupon to come.

    Old Bai smiled warmly, and seemed satisfied with their beautiful qualities, Ye Li's expression was still indifferent, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

    The sky was getting dark, Jiang Xuxu and An Jia also waited for a long time, and on Ye Li's side, the waiter from the cafe came out and politely said to them, "Sorry, we are only open until five o'clock. ."

    Ye Li took out a few red banknotes from the wallet and smiled, "I want to sit for a while."

    The waiter didn't say more after receiving the money, and Lao Bai, she didn't ask any more, since one guest is staying, two guests are staying.

    After waiting for so long, no one came. Both Jiang Xuxu and An Jia were a little hungry, so they decided not to wait any longer.

    "Maybe the person who lost it didn't care too much. It must be a rich person who can buy such an expensive ticket, and he doesn't care about this little money." An Jia said with a smile.

    "But this admission ticket can only allow one person to enter..." Jiang Xuxu said hesitantly.

    An Jia said indifferently, "Then you can go by yourself, I don't know how to draw, and it would be boring to go there, why don't you work in the coffee shop on Saturday to earn more money? money."

    "Alright then." Jiang Xuxu nodded.

    The two left together arm in arm. Seeing this, Ye Li also got up from the chair, and left without looking at Lao Bai.

    The author has something to say: this time I will write about friendship hehe