The PK continues, Lin Le is waiting.

About three days later, news came that "Snail House" failed in the PK.

"Snail House" was shot down.

Enter the trash can.

Lin Le was a little disappointed, but after losing, he became a natural person.

Fire in the previous life does not mean that fire is bound to be fire in this life.

Oranges grow in the south of Huai, which are oranges, and those grow in the north of Huai, which are tangerines.

But he was still extremely disappointed... He was a time traveler, a time traveler, a pig's feet from the times, and was destined to show off and slap in the face, but if he didn't have time to slap in the face, he would just go to Waterloo.

"Congratulations, the PK was successful."

"Congratulations, it's successful."

"Congratulations, Xue Feng."

Just when Lin Le was sad and lost, someone was happy. The script of the five team leaders successfully advanced in the PK and was recognized by Director Sun.

"One Hundred Thousand Years of Love" will soon enter the planning and even the shooting stage.

Everything is wonderful.

Lin Le looked envious, jealous and hated.

"Congratulations." Lin Le stepped forward and said, saying very hypocritical.

The world of men is so hated in his heart, but he is still a good brother in his mouth.

"I'm just a lucky person. Your "Snail House" is well written, but the only disadvantage is that the life I write is too dark." Xue Feng said: "It is said that writing should be close to life, reflect life, and reflect reality. But whoever dares to write reality will lose money."

"In our industry, capital is the father, audience is the mother, and policy is the grandfather. You can write about romance, funny and humor, and not reality. Offending your father is just a hard life, offending your mother is just a bad feeling, offending your grandfather is just a dead end."

"You are right, I'm still too naive." Lin Le nodded.

Listen to others' advice and have a full meal.

"It's better to join our three groups. "The Hundred Thousand Years of Love" will start filming soon. I need your help." Xue Feng invited.

"No need. I'm a little tired and tired recently."

Lin Le smiled and pushed his glasses, feeling a little tired.

The more I write, the less I can’t write, and the more I live, the more I come back.

"What a pity." Xue Feng left.

The victory of the PK immediately made Xue Feng the focus and the object of jealousy of countless people.

When Lin Le just walked out of the company, he met a group of team leaders Zhao Mo. This is an old man from the company. It is said that he was popular back then, but now he has become half-dead.

"Go out and have a meal."

"good."

I got off the elevator and arrived at a small restaurant nearby. I ordered a few dishes and drank wine.

Zhao Mo complained: "Xue Feng's script is just like that. Is it bad? Actually, it's not bad. But no matter how good it is, it's not good. But according to the current market conditions, it must be a failure. Who told that kid to flatter and follow the general manager's path."

"That's also his own way. In our circle, connections are more important than talent, and capital is more important than hard work." Lin Le said calmly: "The fault is not the others, but the fault is that we chose the wrong industry. Among the crew, the editor's status is the lowest, dispensable, and the least sense of existence."

"If I had known this, I would rather be a third-rate director than a first-rate screenwriter. The screenwriter has no human rights."

Zhao Mo said: "I plan to resign. I will join a certain studio next week. The salary will drop a little, but I will live a happy life. Why not, let's resign together."

"No need." Lin Le said: "I'd better keep living here."

"Doing a day? Think more about it. The three-year contract period is about to expire, so it's not interesting to be here." Zhao Mo smoked, surrounded by clouds, sweating slightly on his face, and a hint of decadence.

"Okay, I'll consider it."

Lin Le said, drinking fruit beer, the taste of fruit beer is sour and sweet, as if he is nostalgic for the past years.

After a few more chats, I started going home.

On the way home, suddenly my phone rang and I answered, "Cola, it's not good. Zhao Yao died suddenly."

"Zhao Yao died suddenly." Lin Le smiled: "Don't make international jokes."

"It's not a joke, but it's really. Stay up late and work overtime and die suddenly. Come to the Deep Sea Harmony Hospital...I'm waiting for you."

A noisy sound came from the opposite side, but it was a beeping sound, and finally the phone hung up.

...

Get off the taxi and go to Deep Sea Harmony Hospital.

When I arrived at the Pacific House, I met Zhao Yao.

Zhao Yao lay there quietly, as if he was asleep, as if he had arrived in heaven and saw the little match girl selling her in heaven.

Lying there quietly, silently.

The makeup artist has already put on makeup for him and died peacefully.

"It was fine a few days ago. We had dinner together and played games together. How did we become like this today?" Lin Le clenched his fists, his eyes flashed with confusion, confusion, and a hint of sorrow, as if he had seen his future self.

Take out another cigarette and light it.

You can see a smoking ban sign and throw the cigarette directly into the trash can.

"Why?" Hua Xing's face was calm, and he looked at the road in the distance and said coldly: "People will die. As long as they are humans, they will die."

"But Zhao Yao's body has always been very healthy. Unlike me, I was born thin and I carried the rice in the area to the sixth floor. I was panting and often got sick. Zhao Yao was in good health. When I was in school, I often played basketball..." Lin Le remembered something.

"He has no malignant diseases, no heart disease, no cancer, no leukemia, no various diseases. He has always been healthy. No matter how he says he dies, he is dead."

"People will die."

"Why?"

"People will die."

When he arrived outside the hospital, Huaxing opened the box, ignited the fire, and sucked the clouds and mist.

Lin Le leaned on the car powerlessly, as if dreaming.

In college, there were three musketeers, but now one died, only two were left.

"The doctor examined the cause of Zhao Yao's death because he stayed up late for a long time, which caused the biological clock to be confused, so he died suddenly." Hua Xing said: "It's not just him, you should also be careful. It's better not to stay up late. You have to go to bed early and get up early. You have to go to bed at eleven o'clock."

"It's common for you to stay up late until a little sleep because of your career. You see your hairline is rising, which is not good... Take good care of your body."

"knew."

Lin Le responded, silent, not knowing what to say.

A few days later, the cremation continued.

With everything burned, Zhao Yao disappeared.
Chapter completed!