A Friend of Mine's Story Series.
When I was younger, I was a beautiful girl.
After graduating, I entered a film and television company and started as the most junior screenwriter, maybe my grandfather rewarded me with half a mouthful of food, and I am familiar with the job of writing. I'm an introvert and I'm cold and indifferent to people and things. Actually, it's not that I'm high, but I really don't know how to make small talk with others. It's harder for me to talk about it than it is to write a screenplay.
God is always fair, if a person is flawed in one thing, then he will be much better at another. At the script meeting, I can always read many of the questions in the script very clearly. So every time I have a meeting, which is the moment when I am at the height of the company, I can not only talk but also get to the point.
My boss thinks very highly of me, but I am too junior and too young to lead a project on my own. I don't want to shoulder heavy responsibilities, I just want to be happy to follow the big guys and do the work I like.
The company's chief screenwriter has left, and I heard that the new leader who is coming is a very capable person, although he is not very young and senior, but it is enough to throw me 10 streets. I've seen his work before, so people worship him before they see it.
Yan Yan, 35 years old. He has been in the industry for nearly 10 years. Most of the people who came to our small company with only a dozen people fell in love with the position of chief screenwriter. His resume is bright and smooth, and he was given a signature on his first project in the industry. In the screenwriting industry, the signature is too big, and you have been busy for more than a year, and when the project is successfully completed, and your name is not in the list of screenwriters who broadcast the work, it is equivalent to doing it in vain.
With the first work, the subsequent development is very smooth, co-screenwriter, screenwriter, and chief screenwriter, which is enviable.
I know that there is no comparison between people and people due to their different talents and luck. Although I don't have as much luck as him, I believe that as long as I persist and work hard, I can eventually achieve my wish, it's just a matter of time.
From the moment I joined the company, I was in a state of savage growth. There are very few screenwriting teachers in the company that I can really admire. Therefore, it is really a very exciting and fortunate thing to be able to work with a character like Yanyan.
On the first day, I was full of anticipation. It's just that he's not quite what I imagined. I thought he was going to be a middle-aged man who was very fat and addicted to smoking. But quite the opposite.
That day, as soon as I walked into the office, the little girl shouted at me: "Juan'er, this is the new chief screenwriter Yanyan." ”
I turned my head to look at him, who was sitting in front of the computer and looking up at me. He was wearing a lake blue sweater, with a thin figure and gentle eyes.
I walked over to him, and with each step, it felt familiar. Have I seen him before?The answer, of course, is no. But there is a very familiar aura that lingers on him, as if we have known each other for a long time.
The first time we met, I had a very good impression of Yanyan, but this good impression did not last long.
One of the projects that the company is working on is a romance drama adapted from IP, and the outline and episodes have already been decided. After reading it, Yanyan felt that some of the settings in it were very problematic, so he asked us to rewrite it. As a result, my colleagues and I not only overturned all the hard work, but also had to work overtime to rewrite it, which is a big headache to think about.
I argued with him about whether it was necessary to rewrite, after all, the boss had already approved of it. It's just that I'm not as good as others, and in the end, the boss still thinks that his decision is extremely wise and correct.
After work, I walked into the elevator in a very depressed mood. Because I was so bored that I forgot to press the floor. The elevator door opened, Yan Yan walked in with a computer bag, the two of us nodded to each other, I immediately regretted it, why did I forget to press the elevator just now. From the 15th floor to the 1st floor, it took about half a minute, and we had neither anything to say nor not to say.
You wrote the first episode?”
I nodded, lowered my head and pulled my phone out of my pocket, pretending to watch the news. The air froze for a moment, and he coughed again. As soon as I thought about the script I had to do all over again, I felt that this person was so selfish, and in order to express himself, he pulled everyone else into the pit, and I was really dissatisfied with him.
Someone jumped off the building at the beginning, which is actually unnecessary for the advancement of the plot, and there will be problems after the trial. ”
I looked up at him, I was already in a bad mood, and I finally got off work and had to discuss the plot with the leader in the elevator, but I was still criticized, which made me even more unhappy.
I was very unconvinced and said: "If the first episode lacks highlights, how can we ensure that the audience can continue to chase down?."I'm also limited in level, what do you think?”
Yanyan is a very focused person, he didn't take my angry words seriously, but told me about his handling of the opening. His voice is very nice and gentle, and the gaze in his eyes is very clean. I thought at the time that maybe he was wrong, he was really right.
Coming out of the elevator, we stopped by. Entering and exiting the subway, I didn't expect that the place where we lived was only one street away.
On that day, just after coming out of the subway, it was raining outside. It was late autumn in Beijing, and every time it rained, the temperature would be lower. An autumn wind blew violently, and I shivered on the spot.
Yanyan took off his coat and handed it to me, and I hurriedly waved my hand.
No, no, I'll just run home, not far at all. "I'm so embarrassed to take it, he only has one sweater in it.
Yan Yan didn't say anything more, put his coat on my hand, and ran quickly into the rain with his head down. The back of the lake blue sweater was in the crowd and quickly disappeared. And this scene, suddenly, made me fall into a kind of memory. Why is it so familiar?It's the first time I've met, why does everything he does make me feel like it's ever happened?It all feels so natural and familiar?
The next day, I just arrived at the office and wanted to return the coat to Yanyan. However, his desk was empty. I asked my colleague to find out. Yan Yan was sent to the crew by the boss, and the script that had been completed before was being filmed, because an actor was injured, the relevant scenes needed to be deleted, and the scenes of another actor needed to be increased. The screenwriter with the group really couldn't grasp it well, so the boss sent Yanyan over.
I felt a little lost in my heart, and I spent the whole day thinking about the scene in front of the subway yesterday. I don't believe I'll fall in love with someone I've only seen for a day, but that familiarity really makes me very curious and reminiscent.
Yan Yan has been with the crew for more than a month, and I don't think much about him three days after he left. One is that he is very busy at work, and the other is that he has met a man who is very suitable for marriage.
As a screenwriter, I wrote the most bloody and romantic things in the world in the script. But in life, I am a very rational woman who does not believe in love. My dream is to find a suitable person to marry, who is very good to me and has the strength to be good to me. Let's just live our lives together in peace.
Zheng Jie is an executive at a high-tech company, and it was a coincidence that I met him. His friend invested in the project I was working on, so he often came back to my boss for tea. And that day, he brought Zheng Jie with him.
Zheng Jie is a very humorous and curious science and engineering man.
We were having a script meeting on the day he came, and when we discussed the script, he smiled and shook his head and said, "I'm not going to watch TV dramas again." ”
I didn't understand what I meant, so I asked, "Why?"”
He looked at me and replied with a shallow smile: "Because I know that you guys made up all the TV series in a small room." ”
I thought it was funny when I heard it, so I said, "Then you don't even want to read it, we have at least so many people to make it up, but there is only one person, and I don't know where to make it up." ”
Everyone laughed, and Zheng Jie hurriedly raised his hand to surrender, saying that I am a girl with sharp teeth, but it is easy to get married. I snorted and ignored him.
When Zheng Jie left, I suddenly received his WeChat application on my phone. I just ignored it and the boss joked that I missed a big fish.
Zheng Jie graduated from a first-class university in China, and after working in a foreign-funded company for a few years, he followed a senior brother to open a high-tech company to do cyber security, and achieved financial freedom early.
The boss asked me to think about it, I am not too old at this age, and I am not too small. Zheng Jie is innocent, reliable, and has a solid family background. It is really the best choice for falling in love and getting married.
I thought about it seriously and felt that what the boss said was very reasonable, so when Zheng Jie applied for ** my WeChat for the fifth time, I clicked "Agree." ”
At this time, Yan Yan was still in the crew, and he was almost mentally forced by the revision opinions from all sides. Occasionally, he would talk about the progress in the company group, and every few days he would send me a private message to ask me if I had something.
He didn't know that Zheng Jie and I had already established a relationship, and I also felt that we were only colleagues who had met once, and there was no obligation to tell them.
A month later, Zheng Jie's father had a sudden cerebral infarction and was in critical condition. The last thing he can let go of is that Zheng Jie is still unmarried, Zheng Jie asked me, would you like to marry him in advance?I thought about it for a second and nodded. A carat diamond ring sits on my hand, sparkling in the sun.
Anyway, I'm going to get married, and when I meet the right person, I'll get married.
On the third day after Zheng Jie and I received the certificate, Yanyan finally came back.
He soon saw the candy on his desk and asked me with a smile, "Whose candy is this?"”
I don't know why it's hard to say that, but it got stuck in my throat and made me feel very heavy.
The moment I came back from Yanyan, the moment I saw him again, I regretted it. I don't believe in love, but I suddenly feel that the person in front of me should be the one who will spend my life with.
However, nothing can be changed.
It's mine. "I was like a kid who had done something wrong and didn't dare admit it.
Yan Yan looked at me in shock, completely incredulous. He tried to ease his mood, turned his head slightly, and said, "Congratulations." ”
I could feel his sadness, it was a strange feeling. I saw his heart shatter before my eyes, and my heart was shattered with it.
In the confusion, I became someone else's wife, but all I could think about was words.
Zheng Jie is a very good person, and marrying him is our common choice. So, I can't think about words anymore. I began to find all sorts of excuses for myself to forget about him, he was just a person I knew well. If he hadn't gone on a business trip for the crew for more than a month, would we have been together?If there is no if, he just goes, so we have no fate.
All the misses in life are fate.
I tried to comfort myself, and in order not to let this continue to bother me, I quit.
My boss thought that I didn't want to work because I was married to a rich man, and tried to persuade me, telling me that I wanted to go to work in the future, and that I would always be welcome here.
On the day I left, everyone came to say goodbye to me, but words did not come.
I walked into the elevator with the box in my arms, and I was in a trance, and I forgot to press the floor.
The elevator opened, and Yan Yan walked in. His hair was a little messy, and he had stubble at the corners of his mouth. He looked at me, and I looked at him.
We used to be like. I've seen it!He smiled slightly, his voice still so gentle.
Tears welled up in my eyes, it turned out that this was not my feeling alone, it was a feeling we shared with each other.
I nodded with tears in my eyes: "Hundreds of years ago, I saw it." ”
With sadness in his eyes, he raised his hand and reached for it, but immediately put it down again.
In that next life, you have to remember it more closely. Let all the regrets be resolved in that bowl of Meng Po soup. The next time we meet, we'll recognize each other right away, okay?”
I nodded. At that moment, I seemed to really remember, but what did I remember?It's like nothing. I know that many, many years ago, we had a lot of good days together, but in this life, we still missed each other.
In the years since I left my job, Zheng Jie and I have been a model couple, hardly quarrelling, and soon had a son.
Yanyan has always been in my WeChat, but I have never been in touch. He rarely posts on Moments, and occasionally posts some scenery**.
Later, Yan Yan died in a car accident 3 years ago. We never saw each other again.
I occasionally dream of the boy in the lake blue sweater, the boy running in the rain, and the boy in the lake blue robe.
Under the peach blossom tree, he came to my door, knocked softly, and asked me for a bowl of water.
I gave him a bowl of water, and he smiled at me, and this smile was the life of that life.
In words, in the next life, let us recognize each other immediately, fall in love with each other, and never miss each other again.