When people have work, they will feel that time passes quickly.

It seemed as if in the blink of an eye, two weeks passed.

Fortunately, the three-person screenwriter team successfully completed the work.

It was another night, and Wang Yu and Yu Zili came out of Teacher Chen’s house.

"We'll decide what's going on tomorrow."

"Teacher Chen, you go back."

"That, Xiao Wang, your method..." Chen Wengui had a look of wanting to speak but stopping on his black face.

"Teacher Chen." Wang Yu had a smile on his face, and there was a lot of confidence in this smile. "I am not the kind of person who is messy, and as long as the three of us can cooperate well, the success rate is still very high."

This confidence also infected Teacher Chen, "Okay! Just listen to you boy!"

Yu Zili simply punched Wang Yu in the chest. Of course, this was not a harsh hit. He smiled and said, "Old Wang, don't worry! My buddy will definitely help you with all my strength!"

Wang Yu rubbed his chest and felt painful, "It's over, I'm suffering from internal injuries now, what should I do?"

Lao Yu laughed directly, "What are you pretending to be like? Otherwise, I'll be just a bad life, come on."

It's really okay to be so unreasonable, but the three of them laughed and had a good atmosphere.

...

Tomorrow is the day to "contact" with the screenwriter team from Taiwan. Wang Yu just talked about his plan to Teacher Chen and Lao Yu. This plan is a bit risky, but in Wang Yu's opinion, this is almost the only way to win.

Everyone agreed, then it depends on tomorrow's cooperation.

After so many days, Wang Yu, Teacher Chen and Yu Zili became friends. Tomorrow's battle is indeed not that easy, but it feels good to work together among friends.

Wang Yu looked at the snow under his feet with a little shining, and he couldn't help but look up.

A bright moon has just risen.

Looking at the moonlight, Wang Yu's steps were much more relaxed. Soon, the subway station arrived.

The subway in Beijing is considered a benefit.

It costs two yuan, as long as you don’t leave the station, you can sit there casually.

However, this kind of welfare leads to an inevitable phenomenon.

squeeze.

In Wang Yu's memory, it seems that no matter what time, the subway in Beijing is very crowded, and today is no exception.

The train came, opened the door, and then came in from the ground.

OK, this is also a kind of black technology.

In such a crowded car, Wang Yu was in a good mood, which was a strange complement to each other.

The subway was driving very quickly, and Wang Yu was squeezed to move towards the train door on the other side. This was because he couldn't help but get off the train. Fortunately, he was not in a hurry to get off the train. Anyway, he didn't need to force his feet, so he couldn't help but let him do it.

This feeling is a bit like ‘water’, the so-called water dissolves all things, follows the flow and follows the flow...

Thinking of these idioms, Wang Yu wanted to laugh very much, and it was a pleasure to have fun in suffering, but not long after, he saw someone.

A person wearing a white down jacket, the person who looks like a pear blossom.

Unexpectedly, she actually took the subway, and it was such a coincidence.

At this moment, she was wearing a mask and a white wool hat on her head. But she half-lifted her hands and subconsciously protected herself. Her big eyes were filled with discomfort.

That's right, no one will feel comfortable in such a crowded car.

Did she see herself?

Wang Yu didn't think too much, but unexpectedly, the two of them were getting closer and closer.

The body cannot control the Lord until...

Her big eyes were full of surprise.

Wang Yu had no choice but to laugh, he really didn't know what to say.

She didn't say anything, and even looked a little dodged, and the two fell into a strange embarrassment.

As the people got in and out of the car, they were getting closer and closer and were about to post it.

Suddenly, Wang Yu took action, grabbed the girl's arm, and pulled it hard.

"Oh! You..." The girl wanted to angrily scold the waiter. You can't treat me like this just because you sold a book!

But immediately she understood what was going on. She was pulled over and leaned against the unopened car door.

Wang Yu, holding his hands on both sides of her, helped her to create a relatively "safe" space.

If this were later, it would be considered a wall bump, but now...

"Thank you." This sentence came out naturally. The girl felt a little blushing, but fortunately, she remembered that she was wearing a mask and the other party should not be able to see it.

Wang Yu also replied very simply, "Don't be polite, it should be."

What a wall bump! I'm helping others!

Wang Yu actually didn't think so much. He just felt that his current posture was not very good, he was a little close to him, and the other party was also tall. Although he was still taller, he tried to turn his face away and not face her directly.

There was no garlic in the dinner, so Wang Yu was not worried about his tone. He just didn't want his breath to pounce on the other person's face. This posture was not good at all, and it was so hot... Anyway, he felt it was not good.

The girl unconsciously turned her face to the other side. She was not afraid of breathing, but she didn't dare to face her directly. Maybe she was wearing a mask, but she was not sure that the mask could cover her blush now.

The two of them are in this state. They may happen every day on the subway in Beijing, but they are a little bit special.

When I parked, got in, got off, the flow of people did not decline, but became more and more powerful.

Wang Yu felt the pressure coming from behind him was getting bigger and bigger. His arms were constantly trying to maintain the original space, but the space was constantly flattened.

Until the two of them were close, no matter how much they turned their heads, they could feel the degree of each other's breath.

"Yes, sorry."

"No, it's okay."

Just like that, Wang Yu's forehead was pressed against the glass of the subway, and he tried hard to arch his back, leaving a little space.

Where is the girl?

Fortunately, it's winter, and I'm wearing thick clothes, otherwise... it's not right, it's also in my arms, isn't it?

You can't think so, they are helping themselves.

The girl still tilted her head, and the down jacket she was attached to was quite clean.

Clang, the train continues to drive at high speed...

Finally, a station name came.

"I'm here." Wang Yu finished speaking and was about to get off the car, but he never expected that his down jacket would be pulled.

"I'll get out of the car, too." The sound was light and almost inaudible.

Is it such a coincidence?

Wang Yu couldn't help but smile bitterly, he was going to rewind the bus.

Of course the girl didn't know this, and in fact, she didn't really arrive at the station either.

He squeezed out with great effort, as if he had a bloody path.

The two left the subway station one after another, and faced the dark night in the capital, the snow on the road, and the lights passing by.

"That, can you send me off?" The girl said shyly, and her hands had already loosened.

"It should be." Wang Yu agreed quickly.

So, a young man wearing glasses and a girl with a mask with a white down jacket and a white hat walked side by side under the street lights.

The two of them still had nothing to say, it was weird.

I don’t know how long it took, but finally, the girl broke the silence.

"Thank you really just now."

"You're welcome, we've been together for a while, so I should."

"Are you still working in that bookstore?"

"Not here."

"Oh, no wonder."

This gentle sentence seemed to expose something, and I don’t know if Wang Yu heard it.

Wang Yu simply began to speak as if he was talking to himself, "I've found a job now. Let's put it this way, I'm not a serious screenwriter."

"An inappropriate screenwriter?" The girl was deeply curious by his words.

"Don't, it seems particularly inappropriate if you say that." Wang Yu quickly explained, but this explanation seemed useless.

The girl really didn't want to laugh, but when she heard this, she couldn't help but say, "Why are you so funny?"

Fortunately, the laughter was blocked by the mask.

Wang Yu scratched his head, "I didn't mean it."

This is indeed true, but why is it always like this?

"I'm writing a TV series, a martial arts drama." Wang Yu decided not to worry about these details and said directly: "I'm still a gunman now, and I'm actually a screenwriter, but my name will not be stamped on the subtitles. You should understand that, right?"

"Oh." The girl nodded.

And then, Wang Yu said so.

"I know who you are."
Chapter completed!