Roaming in the world of film and television

Qiao Qiqi looked at the numerous icons on the desktop.

Red Alert 95.

Legend of Sword and Fairy.

Dance of Xuanyuan Sword and Maple.

Diablo.

Warcraft.

Need for Speed.

The Legend of Jin Yong Heroes.

...

All games he hadn't played before.

"Brother, are you telling a joke?"

He said earlier that this was his job, and later said he was allowed to play games. Qiao Qiqi really couldn't understand what kind of operation this was.

Lin Yue said, "Do you think I'm telling you a joke?"

Not like, not at all.

"But……"

"There is nothing but, as I told you just now, if you want to get those things, you have to do what I say. Whether to follow Qi Weimin's ass and be a younger brother for a lifetime, or to enjoy your own life, depends on your own choice " Lin Yue threw a thousand dollars on the table: "If you lack daily necessities, go buy them yourself, and I will come to see you every once in a while."

"Brother, what if my elder brother asks me where I go to work?"

"You can say that you are doing administrative work in He Jiangsheng's shipping company."

There were no more footsteps outside, Qiao Qiqi looked at the keys in his hand, and then at the constantly refreshing computer desktop, feeling like a dream.

He believes that Qiao Yicheng will not lie to him, but he has no way to connect playing games with work.

...

Lin Yue came out of Tongzilou, neither went back to work at the TV station, nor went home to rest, and chose to drive to the city cultural center.

After sitting in the car for about fifteen minutes, a woman in overalls came down from upstairs, carrying a bag in her left hand, and leading a little boy about 3 years old in her right hand.

Qiao Sanli told him two days ago that Sun Xiaomo's mother was ill and was receiving treatment in the hospital. She asked if she wanted to buy something and visit the hospital. If it was not convenient for him to come forward, she could come. After all, she was a child. My grandmother, Sun Xiaomo usually goes to work, and Sun Liyun takes care of the children at home. Even if the relationship was tense before, for the sake of the children, let's do something good.

Lin Yue didn't say yes or no, and let her figure it out.

He was quite entangled in this matter. Qiao Sanli was right, but he was afraid that being nicer to the Sun family would cause Sun Xiaomo to have illusions and have illusions about him.

"Xiaomo, you still think about Qiao Yicheng now?"

"Chen Junliang, I warn you, if you pester me again, I will report you for sexual harassment."

"Xiaomo, there is something you don't know yet, right? Let me tell you, Qiao Yicheng has returned to Nanjing and is now the director of the news center of the TV station."

"..."

"Aren't you disappointed? As I said a long time ago, the greater your hope for him, the greater your disappointment."

"Chen Junliang, let me repeat for the last time. I have no thoughts about him, let alone you. Now I just want to live my life in peace."

Lin Yue was awakened by the conversation from the Type III Blackfly drone. He squinted his eyes and looked across the road. Sun Xiaomo was standing at the door of the pastry shop, looking at Chen Junliang impatiently.

Unexpectedly, after a few years, this guy still didn't give up on Sun Xiaomo.

Compared with the wretched director in my impression, Chen Junliang now looks old, with a big bald spot on the top of his head, as if eaten by a dog, and the clothes he wears are also styles from several years ago.

Thinking about this guy's situation, let alone his wife, and losing his job as the director of the Xinhua Bookstore, it's no wonder he's in a good state.

Now that he is begging to raise a son for someone else, Sun Xiaomo doesn't even bother to talk to him, it's really ugly.

Sun Xiaomo didn't want to talk to him more, so she picked up the child and got into a taxi by the side of the road.

Chen Junliang watched the mother and son leave, cursing in a low voice in the direction of the taxi, when a person patted him on the shoulder from behind.

He just turned his head away, before he could see the face of the person who came, a dark and swarthy thing approached him.

It was like a fist.

...

January 1, 1997.

Jinling Hotel Banquet Hall.

Ribbons are flying every now and then, and the house is full of joy.

The staff walked between the dining tables, arranging teacups, teapots, candies and other items neatly.

Greetings were posted on the stage, and several people were adjusting the TV, stereo and other equipment, and there was a video camera beside it, which Song Qingyuan got from the stage.

Lin Yue looked at the red flower on his chest, always feeling a little dazzling.

"Look at you, what happened, the corsage is all crooked."

Xiang Nan walked over and straightened his ribbon marked "Groom" very carefully.

She was dressed in bright red today, from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, exuding a strong sense of joy.

Weddings in this era are not so particular. If relatives and friends are notified to come together, the witnesses will say a few words to announce that the man and woman are officially married, and the ceremony is considered complete. This is because Xiang's mother didn't want to wrong her daughter, so she asked for a bit of ostentation, and according to Xiang's father, if the two close relatives had a meal together, the marriage would be considered a marriage.

"Let you perm your hair, it will look better."

"You also know the nature of my job, and I get to lead by example."

"Good, good, lead by example."

"That's right." Xiang Nan moved forward and whispered, "Are Simei and Erqiang really not coming?"

Lin Yue said: "Qiao Erqiang's whereabouts are unknown. In order to avoid Xiao Xian, he will not go home next year. I don't know where to send the invitation. Qiao Simei is still angry with me, thinking that I broke up her marriage. Ninety-nine will not come."

"Ah." Xiang Nanfang sighed softly, "You say you two, why are you so stiff."

"She chose it herself. Everyone should be responsible for themselves, instead of always relying on the people around them to make up for it when they get into trouble."

"Okay, okay, today is our wedding day, let's not talk about this." Xiang Nanfang smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes: "My colleagues are here, let's go, let's get to know each other."

"Team Leader Ma, Director Zhang, and Sister Sun, you are here..."

Xiang Nanfang greeted the visitors with a friendly smile, and introduced his wishful husband to them.

After seeing off this group of people, she let out a long sigh of relief.

"Why, are you tired?"

"That's not it, it's just that the same words are repeated too much, and my heart is stuffy."

"Stuffy? Then let me rub it for you?"

"Don't make trouble, there are so many people watching."

Xiang Nanfang didn't get a response after finishing speaking. When he looked up, the groom was frowning tightly, with a puzzled expression on his face.

She followed his gaze and saw two women walking towards the door, one was wearing a gray windbreaker, her face was a bit unnatural, the corner of her eyes was wide open, and her gaze was fierce.

Obviously, they are not relatives and friends of the Xiang family.

"10%?"

She called out without hearing an answer, touched his shoulder and asked again: "10%?"

Only then did Lin Yue come to his senses, and said in a low voice, "Why is she here?"

"Who is it?"

"Liu Xiaomeng and Ye Xiaolang."

She is no stranger to the name "Liu Xiaomeng". Every time she eats with Song Qingyuan, Qiao Yicheng always likes to use this name to tease her partner, saying that although they are not a good match, they are full of CP, and that only Liu Xiaomeng can If he can bear his poisonous tongue, if he changes a woman, he will be able to hide from him long ago, regardless of his family's situation.

As for the name "Ye Xiaolang", she is no stranger to it, because Qiao Yicheng teased Song Qingyuan with Liu Xiaomeng, and Song Qingyuan fought back with Ye Xiaolang, and even complained to her in private, thanks to Qiao Yicheng's reining in the precipice, Otherwise, if you marry a woman like Ye Xiaolang, you don't know how bad your life will be.

She had only heard the names of these two people, but never met them in real life. The question now is how they got here.

"Yicheng, did you invite them here?"

Lin Yue shook his head and said, "No."

Xiang Nanfang couldn't figure it out, what does it mean to come to the door to attend the ex-boyfriend's marriage without inviting you?

At this time Liu Xiaomeng and Ye Xiaolang had already walked into the banquet hall and came to meet them.

"Groom officer, happy marriage."

Liu Xiaomeng was invited by Lin Yue. After all, newspapers and TV stations often overlap in their work, especially the news stall. The two of them usually have dinner or something, and it is a bit unreasonable not to announce their marriage. Now that she came to say hello, she couldn't keep a straight face and keep silent.

"thank you."

"This is Nanfang. I often hear Song Qingyuan mentioning you. You are so beautiful."

"Old Song also often tells us about you, saying that you are a very nice person."

Xiang Nanfang replied politely, Song Qingyuan often mentioned Liu Xiaomeng's name was true, but most of them made complaints about it, and there were very few compliments.

"He...he will still say good things about me to others?"

I don't know if she is just teasing casually, or if she is sure that Song Qingyuan won't praise her at all.

"Hehe, of course."

What Xiang Nan could say was to laugh along with him.

At this moment, Liu Xiaomeng realized that Lin Yue's attention was not on her at all, and she kept staring at Ye Xiaolang.

Of course it wouldn't be stunning, but a combination of disdain, puzzlement, and impatience.

"What? I'm not welcome to your wedding? Director Qiao."

Ye Xiaolang was straightforward, expressing his thoughts straight away.