"Then what?" Zhou Yiyang leaned on the lounge chair, swaying gently. It would have been more atmospheric if he had held a glass of red wine in his hand instead of a bottle of mineral water.

Zhang Yiling smiled and cast her eyes softly on the pot of green plants growing alone.

"I asked, what to raise?" Zhang Yiling can now imagine her inner helplessness when she saw the girl bringing a pot of plants in front of her.

She thought that she would be given a cat, a dog or a pet.

Although this may seem like the owner is irresponsible, Zhang Yiling still thinks this is more logical.

"I didn't expect that she would give me a pot of flowers, a flower that requires my careful care every day." Zhang Yiling shook her head. She thought that she would not use such a plot when making up her own stories, but she didn't expect that it would actually happen.

happened around me.

However, when Zhou Yiyang heard this, he showed a completely different expression:

"Do you think she has recognized you?"

"Ah?" Zhang Yiling didn't seem to follow Zhou Yiyang's train of thought at all. She grabbed her hair a little hard, as if she wanted to blend all these messy memories together. "I don't understand."

"Have you forgotten that you were once an actor?" Zhou Yiyang raised his eyebrows. He reminded Zhang Yiling little by little, and then saw Zhang Yiling's expression beginning to change: "Is your movie still popular in China?"

Few people have seen it. In "This Killer Isn't Too Cold", wasn't Leon carrying just a pot of flowers?"

This idea was something Zhang Yiling had never thought of at all. She had indeed forgotten that she used to be an actor.

It's not that she didn't care when she was acting, it was just that the movie was a bit far away in Zhang Yiling's memory. And she did have a preconceived idea that her neighbors would not be the kind of people who watched that movie.

"Of course," Zhou Yiyang said again: "It might just be a beautiful coincidence. In fact, she doesn't know you, she just wants to raise a pot of flowers. She really doesn't have the space to carry it when she leaves this city and goes to a distant place.

It’s gone.”

Zhang Yiling finally laughed out loud: "Yes, actually it's not important."

She still remembered what her neighbor said after she took the pot of flowers in a daze:

"If one day you no longer want to keep it and lose interest in it, just throw it away. But I think you will be happier if you stay in a place like this every day and look at it."

Zhang Yiling looked at the flowers that had not yet bloomed, but she firmly believed what her neighbor had just said.

In this old, dark, and noisy guest house, this pot of gorgeous flowers indeed has a unique charm.

It seems to really bring the spring outside in.

"I will take good care of it." Zhang Yiling said seriously, even though she didn't know how long her patience would last. "By the way, are you going to work in another city?"

"Yes." My neighbor likes to wear heavy makeup, which not only covers her facial features but also blurs her age.

Sometimes Zhang Yiling wonders whether she is already over thirty.

But now seeing her innocent and hopeful smile, Zhang Yiling thought that she must be young.

"Well, all my classmates and friends have gone out of town." The neighbor seemed to think it was not good to stand at the door chatting, so she simply waved to Zhang Yiling: "Come in and talk, my house may be a bit messy."

Zhang Yiling walked in. The room was not messy, but it was full of luggage.

She sat on the bed unceremoniously, and the neighbor smiled and said:

"I've actually wanted to leave for a long time. Go to Beijing. Shanghai is so great! The income is high and it's a big city."

"But those places are also expensive!" Zhang Yiling said in a low voice.

But the neighbor smiled and seemed not to care about this: "So what, I can just find a job that includes food and accommodation. Do you know, I worked downstairs for two years and saved 30,000 yuan?"

Here’s the money!”

Zhang Yiling thought to herself that she was quite powerful, because she had read online that most young people nowadays cannot save money, so it would be great if they did not owe money.

"Then why didn't you go out earlier?" Zhang Yiling asked.

The neighbor's smile withered almost instantly. She sighed and patted the bed with her hands: "The old man at home is sick, so I have to stay here to take care of him. However, last month he was finally freed, and I am free too."

Zhang Yiling seemed to want to say something to comfort the other party, but looking at her expression, it seemed that she did not need comfort.

"Am I very cold-blooded?" the neighbor said to himself: "But there is nothing we can do. If he drags it on like this, our house will be empty. So I said, if he leaves, it will be a disaster for all of us.

Such relief. Hey, you probably can’t understand people like us.”

"How could it be?" Zhang Yiling made sure that her identity had never been exposed.

"When I first saw you, I knew we were not the same person." The neighbor took out a cigarette from her pocket and asked, "Do you want to smoke?"

Zhang Yiling shook her head. She looked at the woman lingering in the smoke and felt a strange feeling in her heart.

In the rebellious period before she met Zhou Yiyang, she did meet a group of rebellious young people like her.

But those people were completely different from the heavily made-up woman in front of them.

Their pain often comes from moaning for no reason, or even in pursuit of some kind of popularity.

But this woman, her pain should obviously be greater and deeper, but she hasn't given up on life yet.

Zhang Yiling can even see her finding a habitat of her own in a life full of holes, and then living strong.

Just like the pot of flowers in her hand.

Zhang Yiling looked at the pot of flowers in her hand, and she suddenly understood why the other party raised flowers.

"I'm sorry," the woman coughed cautiously, "I talked so much nonsense to you. Anyway, I still want to thank you for being willing to help me raise it."

The next day, Zhang Yiling found that there was a new person in the room opposite her.

Since then, she has not seen that woman again. Zhang Yiling thought that she might be in a staff dormitory somewhere in Shanghai now.

On the sunny balcony, she should also have a pot of flowers.

"It's quite an interesting experience," Zhou Yiyang said with a smile after listening to Zhang Yiling's memories: "It seems that your stay here is quite useful. These experiences cannot be learned behind closed doors at home."

"Well," Zhang Yiling nodded: "That's why I didn't check out during the filming. I thought maybe I might encounter an interesting story next time! But Brother Yang, can you do me a favor?"

In fact, Zhou Yiyang already knew what she would say next without Zhang Yiling opening her mouth.

However, Zhou Yiyang still asked: "Tell me first what you are busy with."

"It's very simple." Zhang Yiling pointed at the pot of flowers placed on the balcony where it never sees the sun: "Take it away. I'm always worried that it will wither in a place like this."

Extremely fast.”

"No problem." Zhou Yiyang agreed with a smile. He gently held the pot of flowers with his hands, and then said: "I also like it very much. To be honest, if it was a living thing, I might hesitate.

Come on. Growing flowers should be pretty simple."

Zhou Yiyang has already thought about it anyway. If he is too busy, he will hire someone to come to take care of the flowers every day.

"Great!" Zhang Yiling laughed and looked very happy: "Brother Yang, are you leaving soon?"

Zhou Yiyang looked at the time at this time and hummed: "Yes, I have to go back. Since you are staying here for filming, I won't advise you. But I still say the same thing, this kind of place is a mixed bag.

, you have to pay attention to safety. If something happens to you while filming, the teacher will definitely come to me to settle the score."

Zhang Yiling immediately nodded vigorously, showing that she understood the importance of the matter: "Brother Yang, please rest assured, I am really not a child. I know what to do and what not to do. I wish you a safe return home!"

"good."

Zhou Yiyang glanced at Zhang Yiling, and after making sure she had nothing else to say, he walked out of the hotel.

At this time, he dialed Lin Xuan'er's cell phone and heard Lin Xuan'er's tired voice:

"Are you asleep?"

Zhou Yiyang asked in surprise. He had never expected that such a cautious person like Lin Xuan'er would sleep before catching a flight.

Lin Xuan'er stood up suddenly and sat on the bed. She glanced at the time in a panic and immediately woke up her other sisters:

"We originally planned to take a nap, but we didn't expect we slept for so long."

"Well," Zhou Yiyang said gently, "don't worry, we're not in a hurry. I'll ask them to drive to pick you up, and we'll meet you at the airport."

An hour later, all four of them arrived at the airport.

"You are very happy to be with me these days," Su Yin waved and said goodbye to her good sisters and Mr. Zhou: "You should work hard when you go to the United States to promote. Even if I am not here, you should do your best.

Performance!"

"Hey, don't worry!" Tang Yue planned to use a joke to ease the tense atmosphere: "We will definitely perform well. And if you are not here, maybe we will perform better without one person holding us back!"

Su Yin snorted unconvinced: "Come on, isn't there another person holding you back? If you make a mistake, Tangtang, I will definitely take a screenshot and save it!"

Zhou Yiyang was happy for a while, and then called them: "Okay, no matter what, we have to go back now. Otherwise, we will really miss the plane. Xiao Su, you have to take good care of yourself here."

, just tell me if you have any needs. If your director bullies you, you can also complain to me. You have to remember that you are the big star of our Yiyang Entertainment!"
Chapter completed!