"The Secret I Can't Tell" is also a movie made by Sun Chengfeng for himself. In the movie, Lu Xiaoyu traveled through time and came to Ye Xianglun, and finally left after a love show. She came, fell in love, gave him a piano piece and a period of time, and finally left. In the end, Lu Xiaoyu was also rewarded.

This is actually somewhat similar to Sun Chengfeng who traveled through time. For Sun Chengfeng, his past life, like the title of the movie, is also a secret that cannot be told.

In fact, Sun Chengfeng has brought many literary and film and television works from his previous life to this life, but no work has ever given him such a strong sense of resonance. After watching the movie, Sun Chengfeng only felt unspeakable relief in his heart. I am here and I don’t know when I will leave, but I am sure that I must have left something for this world. I don’t ask for anything, but at least someone will remember me after I leave, right?

"Boss? Are you still here? Why don't you talk?"

Xu Xian on the other side of the phone finally interrupted Sun Chengfeng's thoughts, and Sun Chengfeng, who came back from his meditation, only sighed for a moment, then put away these indescribable thoughts and continued to talk to Xu Xian.

"What's wrong, Xiaoxian, I'm a little distracted just now. What did you say just now?"

"I said, boss, which picture do you like the most?"

Xu Xian was obviously a little dissatisfied with Sun Chengfeng's inattention, but she finally calmed down and repeated the problem.

I, Seo Hyun, are generous and careless. No matter what others think, Seo Hyun thinks so anyway. As for Kwon Yuri owes her 1920 won and she remembers it for three years... Seo Hyun said that it was due to a rigorous attitude, which was different.

"My favorite thing? It should be the scene where you and Lao Zhou played together. Your piano skills are good."

"Well...Boss your piano level, are you laughing at me?"

"How is it possible? I'm praising you, don't misinterpret my meaning."

"you?"

"It's okay, I just said casually, don't care."

Sun Chengfeng is really tired. Why do people think that he is sarcastic when he praises anyone now? It’s not my fault that I am an excellent person. Could it be that I am too owed to speak? Sun Chengfeng thought about it carefully and said, it shouldn’t be, Zhuxuan, Chengwan and Cao Cheng all think that I am humble and polite, gentle and elegant.

At this time, Sun Chengfeng suddenly remembered an ancient Chinese article: "Zou Ji's ridicule of King Qi to accept advice". At this time, his expression was a bit strange. In order to prevent himself from thinking too much, he decided to brake in time. Fortunately, Sun Chengfeng was communicating with Xu Xian on the phone, otherwise Xu Xian would definitely ask what had happened when he saw his expression. Fortunately, Xu Xian couldn't see it.

"Boss, you probably haven't forgotten that you want to teach me how to play the piano, right?"

"Teaching you to play the piano? No, of course I haven't forgotten, but I just haven't had time lately and I may have to wait for a while."

"It's okay, boss, it's great if you can remember it."

Sun Chengfeng didn't understand why Xu Xian was so persistent about letting her teach her to play the piano, but since he agreed to it, he would definitely do it. Anyway, he taught Sun Chengwoo to play the piano when he was a child, and in his opinion, the two things were not much different. When the topic came here, the atmosphere also relaxed. Xu Xian, who got the answer, also began to chat with Sun Chengfeng.

"Boss, I just asked casually. Is the love in your mind like Lu Xiaoyu and Ye Xianglun?"

Hearing Xu Xian's words, Sun Chengfeng raised his eyebrows. This question actually involves the relationship between the author and the protagonist, that is, the creator and the object of creation. This is a very classic issue in literary theory. Sun Chengfeng, as a teacher in his previous life, wanted to talk about this issue and talk about his own views, but in the end he suppressed his strong desire to express himself and decided to just talk about the matter.

"Don't label me the work. If you say that, I have written "White Night Walk". That's not why I yearn for such love. You have to distinguish me from my works."

Sun Chengfeng leaned on the sofa and suddenly started teaching Xu Xian. Because Xu Xian was a good student, he listened quietly. If it were Lin Yuner, he would have started to complain about Sun Chengfeng. However, Sun Chengfeng immediately realized his problem, so he began to add:

"However, I really envy the love in "The Secret I Can't Tell". I am both a lover and a confidant, and I have common hobbies and ideas. This kind of love that is in tune with each other is indeed worth looking forward to."

Although he was talking about the plot, Sun Chengfeng's mouth was unconsciously smiling. He couldn't help but think of his girlfriend Pei Zhuxuan. Isn't they the best example of their love from pen pals to lovers? Thinking of this, Sun Chengfeng's love for this movie has become a little more.

"Okay, boss, I understand. Don't forget to teach me how to play the piano, bye~"

"Oh, Xiaoxian, you..."

Before Sun Chengfeng could finish speaking, Xu Xian on the other end of the phone immediately hung up the phone. This confused Sun Chengfeng. It was completely inconsistent with Xu Xian's polite personality... However, Sun Chengfeng didn't care either. Maybe there was something urgent to do. Now for him, it is more important to clean up the tableware that Zheng Xiujing threw in the dishwasher.

At this time, a pretty figure standing in front of Sun Chengfeng's door also put down the phone. She glanced at the phone interface that was hanging up, looked at Sun Chengfeng's door, and finally returned to her car.

"Agent Oppa, let's go."

"Hey? Xiaoxian, you have arrived at the door. Don't you go in and say hello?"

"It's okay, I've got the answer I want. Moreover, there were some ancient people who had been visiting friends before, but after walking to their friends' doors, they didn't knock on the door, and they wouldn't be friends, and they would finally be happy."

"Ah? There are people like this..."

The agent who drove for Xu Xian obviously did not know the story of "going with excitement and returning with excitement", but before he could take back the words, the literary girl Xu Xian began to popularize this allusion for him. When he heard Xu Xian who started talking endlessly, the agent instantly felt bitter. He didn't want to know who Wang Xianzhi was! However, there is no regret medicine in the world.

When Zheng Xiujing returned home, she was about to pull up the curtains at home. Looking at the car that was moving away, Zheng Xiujing tilted her head and felt a little familiar.

"Why is it so similar to Seo Hyun Ouni's car... No, I must have read it wrong."

Zheng Xiujing shook her head, denied her thoughts, and pulled the curtains.
Chapter completed!