Idol's Repayment

Chapter 12 Letters

After finally sending Wang Dao's giant Buddha away, Zheng Tongmu was finally free.

During the day, he was so busy that his mobile phone was taken away by his agent, which made him stay away from modern life both physically and mentally.

Geographical distance also seems to affect psychological distance, Tongmu felt that although there was a little bit of twitching from his little daughter when this idea surfaced, he also frankly admitted that he missed Yang Qin a little bit.

After receiving Tongmu's message, Yang Qin replied almost instantly, telling him what he had finalized with the designer today and what he was going to talk about tomorrow.

"Do you have any requests?"

Yes, I want to see you.

He directly initiated a video call invitation.

Not seeing each other for one day is like three autumns, and seeing Zheng Tongmu for three days already feels white clouds and dogs, so much so that tears are about to come down when seeing Yang Qin's face.

Yang Qin seemed to have just taken a shower, his hair was still drooping wet, and he looked very cute.The pink color from the heat fumigation has not yet faded from his skin. He bent down to get the documents, and the curvature of the back of his neck drew a beautiful curve on the screen of Zheng Tongmu's mobile phone.

Zheng Tongmu couldn't help reaching out to draw.

It was okay when I didn't see it, but after seeing it, I became addicted.The more I see it, the more I think about it, and the more I see it, I feel like I am addicted to it, unable to resist.

Yang Qin opened the file and wanted to show it to him, then adjusted the angle of the phone, frowned suddenly, moved closer, and asked doubtfully, "Did you... lose weight?"

Zheng Tongmu blinked twice, then suddenly slammed his head on the table, which shocked Yang Qin so much that he almost jumped up and shouted repeatedly: "Hey, what's wrong with you, are you okay!"

"I'm fine," Zheng Tongmu raised his head and buzzed, "You were caring about me just now. I'm so happy and excited. You don't know how bad this show is. Wow, there's also a director with a bad mouth and a The restless junior, tired physically and mentally every day, with dark circles, here, look at the dark circles."

As he spoke, he tilted one side of his face, pointed under his eyes, and approached the camera of the phone.

On the screen, even the eyelashes of paulownia wood are distinct.

Yang Qin took three steps back.

"I……"

"you……"

Seeing that Zheng Tongmu was stunned because of his movements at a very close distance of ten centimeters from the screen, Yang Qin covered his face: "Damn! Don't get so close! Your face is so beautiful, who can stand it?" Stay!"

There was a little redness on the tips of the ears that couldn't be covered.

Zheng Tongmu reacted and covered his face, revealing the same red ears.

When the careless Director Wang opened the door and broke in, this was what he saw.

The next day, the third night, and the fourth night in a row, Wang Yuele showed up at the door of Zheng Tongmu's room on time.

Looking at him speechlessly, Zheng Tongmu was standing by the door, with the words "no hospitality" written all over his face.

"You've hurt the director very much."

"..."

"Half an hour, never more than half an hour. I just wanted to go back to the house and saw An Pingping strolling on my floor, just wait for him to leave, okay~~"

Wang Yuele looked at him with his heart in his hands, Zheng Tongmu was speechless and asked the sky, and turned sideways to let him in.

As soon as the door was closed, Director Wang let out a big sigh, and his eyebrows fell down: "Hey, do you know that I'm really going to be killed by An Pingping, even the old Wu from the props team came to ask me today! Thank you The teacher and him are old acquaintances, you say that in case Teacher Xie finds out... hey."

For Wang Yuele, this is really an innocent disaster. He is nervous when he sees An Pingping every day, and runs faster than a rabbit. Although Zheng Tongmu believes that this small matter will not affect the relationship between the two of them, he can't help but feel a little soft-hearted. .He sat down and patted Director Wang on the shoulder, comforting him, "It's okay, Mr. Xie is not unreasonable."

"No, he is," Wang Yuele said with a sad face, grabbing Zheng Tongmu's hand and crying, "He will definitely rush over and break An Pingping's leg, my God, this will definitely make headlines!"

Ha ha.

Pulling out his hand vigorously, Zheng Tongmu turned his back and ignored him.

"Oh, don't be angry, don't be angry, I was wrong, come and I will make it up to you. Do you know that I studied under that, the famous astrologer Master Clive, who is very accurate in palm reading."

"..."

Zheng Tongmu had already looked at the design plan sent to him by Yang Qin, but he still ignored Director Wang.

"It's the same when you look at your face." Wang Yuele's interest was not affected at all, "Looking at your face, your cheeks are flushed, as gorgeous as peaches and plums, and you can tell that you are in luck. "

This nonsense finally got Zheng Tongmu's eyes raised.

With a clear expression on his face, Director Wang winked at him mischievously, jumping back and forth on the verge of being beaten.Finally, I finally answered a call from someone who didn't know, said something about the alarm being cleared, and left.

After squatting in a small mountain village for a week, the recording was coming to an end. The program team finally found out with conscience and arranged a day that was said to be idyllic and less physically demanding.

It's a pity that good luck doesn't belong to Zheng Tongmu's group.An Pingping went to the lottery in the morning, and as a result, she and the two Xiaohua from the other group both got the role of postman.It was another day of sweating, the two men and two women looked at each other with wry smiles, and followed the village officials to the only post office in the village.

The post office is at the entrance of the village, and the yard where the mail trucks are usually parked is empty at this time, and the door is still locked.The village cadre knocked on the door, but seeing that there was no one in the office, he said, "I guess old Liu has gone to the city."

So, does this post office only have one employee?

There is really only one.The village cadre explained that there are not many villagers living in the village now, and it is enough to have Lao Liutou in the post office. He has worked for more than 20 years and is familiar with everyone in the village.

Just as they were talking, a dark green post truck came up on the concrete road at the entrance of the village, and drove steadily all the way into the compound of the post office.A hale and hearty old man opened the car door and jumped out, glanced at the people in the yard, and accurately named Zheng Tongmu and An Pingping: "Come on, young man, come and help me." He opened the back door of the car and motioned for them to come over. He strode to the door of the post office, took out the key and opened the door.

Mail packages piled up the back half of the car.The little flowers also came to help get some small items, and Zheng Tongmu and An Pingping had to run five or six times to finish moving the rest.Old Liu told them that most of the people left behind in the village are the elderly and children, and the young laborers are working outside. With the money they earn, they often buy daily necessities online and send some small things to their relatives. Not a lot, at least once a week to go to the village to pick up.

Why not let the postman in the village come to the village to deliver the mail?Hey, there is no one in the village, and if they arrange to come over, maybe ten days and a half months will pass, the villagers should not die in a hurry, why not just drive there by car.

By the way, I can bring some things to everyone.As he said that, Old Liu took out a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. It was the rice, flour, grain and oil that various families entrusted him to buy in the city.

Well, they've all been brought in, and we'll need these one-day couriers to distribute them along with the letter packages later.

What to do next is all under the command of old head Liu.The photographer squatted quietly in the corner of the post office, watching the old postman take Xiaohua and the boy apart and regroup them.The thing to do is actually very simple. There are three production teams in this village. They just need to sort the letters and packages according to the three production teams, take them to the old canteen in the team, and then broadcast to notify the villagers to pick them up. .

As he said that, old Liu Tou had already washed the cups neatly, made tea for everyone, and watched a few young people from the city get busy.Letters one after another, express deliveries one by one, will go from their hands to every household in the small mountain village today; among them, there are bills from the bank, toys bought by the parents, new cotton jackets from the son, and express delivery from the online school. It is a window, a link, a warmth, and a hope.

Old Liu took a sip of tea and said that the work was boring, so let's tell them stories.Having dealt with letters all my life, my stomach is naturally full of stories about letters.The only fate between people has been written for thousands of years on this piece of letter paper that can be torn and crumbled, like a solitary sail fluttering in the wind.

In the past, carriages and horses were slow, letters were far away, and there was only enough to love one person in a lifetime.

But the girl in the distance gradually disappeared in the slow years, like the butterfly who didn't know where the dandelion fell and bloomed, but couldn't wait to grow up together.

I don't know when, it started to rain continuously outside, and after Old Liu finished talking about his life in these letters, the room was quiet only the rustling of fingertips rubbing against the paper.

The manual sorting was completed quickly. Taking advantage of the camera to talk to An Pingping, Zheng Tongmu quickly grabbed Old Liu and asked, "Can you still send letters today?"

"can."

Although the post office is small, it has everything it should have.When Zheng Tongmu came in holding an umbrella and shrinking his neck, letter paper, envelopes and stamps were already stacked on the table.Old Liu asked his destination, put the stamp on for him, and asked curiously: "Who are you sending it to?"

"the person I like."

Old Liu nodded, opened the drawer and took out a pink card, and handed it to Zheng Tongmu: "If you don't mind, I'll give it to you."

The corners of the card are a little faded, but it can be seen that it is very well preserved. When it is opened, there is a dried rose inside.

He keenly sensed something, and hurriedly pushed the card out: "I can't take it."

"The recipient is gone. I will never be able to send this flower, so why keep it? If you don't want it, just throw it away."

After repeated refusals, Zheng Tongmu had no choice but to accept it silently. Old Liu took one last look, stood up and walked to the window.He looked at the green hills outside the village with a lonely expression, as if he had aged ten years suddenly.Zheng Tongmu looked at his background, closed the card, and stuffed it into the envelope that had just been stamped.

"Yang Qin:" He wrote down the recipient's name on the letter paper.

After writing the letter, it was dark.After dinner, he went back to the guest house, and at the elevator on the first floor, he happened to bump into Wang Yuele, who was blushing, and An Pingping, who was crying.

...It's too unfortunate, it's really not the right time to come back.Hesitating between turning around and leaving or walking silently, Tongmu still chose the latter, and he walked over without squinting, seeing that he was about to escape safely.

In the end, Director Wang grabbed it with his hand and grabbed his arm.

"Pingping, I still have something to say to your seniors, you should go to bed early, goodbye."

He held Zheng Tongmu tightly, and Tongmu walked into the elevator expressionlessly maintaining his pace, as if there were not many people behind his butt.But he felt the needle-like gaze on his back, and scolded Wang Yuele bloody in his heart.

"Director Wang," he said in a low voice, "Don't hurt me, can you find someone else?"

"My teacher Xie must have asked you to take care of me, right? I know him too well, so you have to save me. If I don't save him, I will be depressed."

"If you come to me again, I will be depressed too."

"The fewer insiders, the better. You are my teacher Xie's student, and I trust you~"

"...You always grab me, but you are not afraid of being misunderstood."

Wang Yuele rolled his eyeballs around, and said with a smirk: "Who misunderstood? Oh~~ I see, don't worry, I will explain it to your video subject for you."

"..." Zheng Tongmu rolled his eyes at him and moved two steps to the side.

Unexpectedly, Director Wang became excited, and all the embarrassment just now disappeared, replaced by the gossip-filled aunt smiling: "Wow, you didn't respond when I pulled you, and you started arguing with me when I mentioned the video partner. There is a situation."

"not me……"

"Hush—I'm here." Wang Yuele happily stepped out, and when the elevator door was slowly closing, he said the last sentence to Zheng Tongmu inside, "An explanation is a cover-up, bye."

Zheng Tongmu saw that there were still a few staff members in the corridor, and swallowed the word "roll" that he almost blurted out.