On the huge poster blocking a wall, Lin Muyu's smile bloomed brightly. Tang Feng touched the poster and said, "Sister, when did this be done?"

Lin Muyu said: "I did it before coming to Beijing."

"Where is my sister from?" Tang Feng asked.

Lin Muyu said: "My sister is from Yangzhou."

"Yangzhou? No wonder my sister is so beautiful." Tang Feng said: "Since ancient times, beautiful women have appeared in Yangzhou, and they are indeed well-deserved."

"Little devil." Lin Muyu said: "Don't pick up all the good ones."

Tang Feng looked at the big words "Lin Muyu, be sure to persevere!" and said, "Sister, since I knew that Beijing was not easy to get along before I came to Beijing, why did I come?"

"No matter what the real situation in Beijing is, it is the cultural center of China and a holy place for everyone who has cultural pursuits." Lin Muyu looked out the window and said calmly: "Everyone has his own dream. My sister just wants to pursue her dream while she is young. So, even though I know that Beijing is not easy to survive, I still have to come. Even if I fail, at least I have worked hard and will not regret it when I get old in the future." Beijing Drifting is different from other migrant workers in this city. They have their own pursuits, which is a kind of faith. Although it seems so out of reach, generations of Beijing Drifting continue to follow one after another.

Dreams are beautiful, reality is cruel. A girl from the south came to Beijing alone. The hardships in this way cannot be expressed in just a few words. Tang Feng also had a dream, but his pursuit seemed much vulgar than Lin Muyu.

This is the first time Tang Feng has slept on a girl's bed. It's fragrant and feels good. The next morning, when Tang Feng got up, Lin Muyu, who was sitting in front of his laptop wearing anti-myopia glasses, was answering the phone.

After answering the phone, Lin Muyu pointed to a plastic bag with supermarket advertisement printed on it and said to Tang Feng: "My sister has prepared everything for you in the morning. There is breakfast on the table. Go quickly, I'll go out later."

"Oh." Although Tang Feng was not polite in his mouth, his heart was warm. He had never been taken care of like this since he was a child. He left his hometown and was always sensitive to people who went out. Although Huang Xiner always called out by her brother and Huang Taolue, and she agreed happily, she always felt something was wrong. That day, when Tang Feng heard Huang Xiner and her classmates in the mall, he didn't blame her in his heart, but he couldn't bear the feeling of being under someone else's roof. Perhaps, this was Tang Feng's stingy and thoughtfulness, but he did not do anything wrong with leaving him. A man can only stand at peace with himself!

After Tang Feng finished washing, he saw Lin Muyu changing into a dress. She dressed like a professional woman, a white shirt with a black professional suit, a short skirt with beautiful legs exposed, and a pair of black high heels under her feet, which was so elegant.

Lin Muyu didn't notice Tang Feng's eyes, and she said, "Tang Feng, I'm sorry, can you accompany my sister to do something before going to the antique city? My sister wants to meet a big man first and then go to the antique city."

Tang Feng asked, "What big shot is this?"

Lin Muyu said: "Of course it's that famous director. It seems that there is a great hope for that book."

A well-known director, Tang Feng felt uncomfortable when he heard this word, and he said, "The directors are not good people."

"Haha." Lin Muyu said: "I am a screenwriter and not an actor. What can he do to me? Besides, there are also leaders of our company."

The place where we made an appointment to talk about the script was in the coffee shop opposite the antique city. The two of us left the residential area and walked on the street. There were people coming and going on the street, and all living beings were busy with their lives.

In the floor-to-ceiling glass window facing the street of the coffee shop, a sexy woman covered in famous brands was holding a coffee spoon in an elegant position and gently stirring the coffee in front of her. A few people were enjoying life, while more people were enduring life. Outside the glass window, a thin old man who collected waste slowly stepped on the tricycle while shaking his hand weakly.

The sexy woman watched the old man slowly pass through the window like she looked at the air, and her emotions did not change at all.

Tang Feng and Lin Muyu walked into the coffee shop. Lin Muyu found a seat for Tang Feng to sit down. After ordering him a cup of coffee, Lin Muyu pointed to a private room and said to Tang Feng: "Tang Feng, you are here waiting for your sister. If you have a good deal, then come out."

"Okay, sister, go there." Tang Feng nodded.

Lin Muyu pushed the door and walked into the private room. Tang Feng glanced at him and saw three middle-aged men with big belly. The other two were dressed in a normal manner, while the other was a little unconventional. He had a long, messy hair that he had not taken care of for several years, wrinkled and unshaven beard. This look was either an artist or a psychopath. There was no scientific way to identify the difference between the two.

Tang Feng didn't care about those, looking at the antique city opposite, hoping to have good luck today.

The soothing cello background music kept flowing. After Tang Feng changed his 108 positions, he suddenly saw the two middle-aged people who were in the private room on the street.

They had a talk? Tang Feng looked back and saw that the door was still closed, and only the director and Lin Muyu were left inside. Tang Feng was a little worried. The artist's ideas were often unexpected. What if he had a wrong nerve and wanted to do something artificially.

Just as I was thinking about it, the private room door opened and finally got better. Tang Feng stood up.

"Bang!" The private room door suddenly closed again, and it was closed very heavily, and Tang Feng immediately ran over.

"Bang!" The door opened again, this time Tang Feng kicked it open.

The two people in the private room were stunned for a moment.

"Pan!" A loud slap in the artist's face.

"Shameless!" Lin Muyu, whose hair was slightly scattered, turned around and walked out of the private room.

The artist, who had not yet come back to his senses, touched his cheek and scolded loudly: "Do you fucking understand the rules?"

Then, he glanced at Tang Feng who had just kicked the door and shouted angrily: "The hell are you?" Before he could finish his words, a bench flew over, and then, he was kicked to the corner by Tang Feng.

Tang Feng has to rush forward again.

"Tang Feng, don't!" Lin Muyu, who had returned, grabbed Tang Feng and said, "Don't cause trouble."

Tang Feng turned around and looked at Lin Muyu and said, "But he was just now." Tang Feng was halfway through his words. Looking at Lin Muyu's sad eyes, he had to nodge silently.

The two walked through the cafe lobby, and the deep cello continued to whisper, as if nothing had happened to the guests.

The person the sexy woman was waiting for by the glass window had arrived. She was a rich old man dressed in high-end clothes, nearly sixty years old and blushed. The sexy woman inadvertently glanced at Tang Feng, then hid in the old man's arms, and murmured and coquettishly.

Our life is like the sound of a cello. The left bank is the skinny old man who collects waste products, and the right bank is the sexy woman. As long as we cross the sadness flowing in the middle, we can achieve happiness on the right bank from the hard work on the left bank.
Chapter completed!