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There was no meat, just some cabbage and potato fans, but Xia Haoyang was not sad. In the original time and space, as a dancer, he didn't know how many meals he had just boiled water, let alone beer. Xia Haoyang didn't care about eating. Wanqi took the time to make a phone call and told Xia Haoyang that he would not be back tonight. Although they were both in Yancheng, the celebration would go on until two or three in the morning, and there would be activities tomorrow, so she would rest at the organizer's hotel until tomorrow afternoon. Back.

Xia Haoyang, who was drinking wine and eating hot pot alone, turned on the TV. Tara will appear on the stage of Xinan Satellite TV tonight. At about ten o'clock, under the auspices of Teacher He, Tara's sixth child took the stage, but no one in the audience applauded or cheered, and everything was quiet; Xia Haoyang frowned, and Tara sang very affectionately throughout the song. , one could even see people from the Sixth Primary School wiping their tears at the scene, but after the whole song was sung, there was still no applause or cheers. A word appeared in Xia Haoyang's mind. Could this be the legendary "Black Sea"?

Xia Haoyang called Lao Xie, but no one answered. He called Juzi again, but still no one answered. Xia Haoyang couldn't eat anymore and was walking back and forth in the living room, thinking while eating. Not long after, Lao Xie called.

"Lao Xie, what happened at the scene? I watched the live broadcast. Why was no one applauding or cheering when Tara performed?" Xia Haoyang was very serious.

"We were also confused. At first we thought the audience was affected by Tara's performance, but later we found out that something was wrong. It was the audience who was resisting. After Tara finished her performance, there were boos and boos from the audience."

"I didn't notice the boos and boos."

"It should have been blocked during Xinan Channel's broadcast. There were indeed unfriendly voices at the scene."

"Fuck it, other people are vulgar and none of our business. Why are you booing Tara? Are you all fucking stupid?" He won't be angry, but because such a thing involves Tara, Xia Haoyang is very angry.

Lao Xie was silent for a while, but he still said it: "The audience is targeting you, fat man, and Tara is taking the blame."

‘Aimed at me? "Xia Haoyang was a little surprised.

"Well, the audience is calling Xia Haoyang to quit the entertainment industry!"

"Fuck, it's this sentence again, can you use a new word?"

"Is there any new word for this?" Lao Xie smiled on the other end of the phone.

"A rat has skin, but a human has no manners! If a human has no manners, what's the use of immortality?" Xia Haoyang smiled mockingly to himself.

"Haha, in fact, these people are all: eloquent, eloquent, and handsome. Fatty, look at it and don't take it to heart." Seeing Fatty mocking himself with the Book of Songs, Lao Xie felt the same way. Using the original words of the Book of Songs to mock the audience who shouted, he also tactfully warned Xia Haoyang not to pay attention.

"You know, I don't take it to heart. Since it's my fault, you and Juzi should comfort them." Xia Haoyang breathed a sigh of relief.

After hanging up the phone, since Lao Xie was still smiling and joking, it was estimated that Tara was fine, so Xia Haoyang felt relieved. The next day, New Year's Eve, Xia Haoyang went to work at the company and wrote his movie script on the computer at the front desk. If it is just to write a script, you can stay at home. However, other people in the company are in various places during this period. If there is any change in schedule, they will call the company. Xiao Liu has been put on leave by Xia Haoyang, so he can only serve as the front desk himself these days. , but Wanqi can come back in the afternoon. Last year, Wanqi held this job part-time.

Xia Haoyang spent the whole morning working on the manuscript and did not pay attention to today's news until Tang Wanqi returned to the company in the afternoon.

"Haoyang, have you had lunch?"

"Well, I just ate some cookies. I wanted to order takeout, but I thought about it later."

"Then let's eat some more. I didn't have lunch. Let's order some noodles. I remember Juzi prepared a lot last time."

"Okay, if someone makes it, I don't mind eating some more."

"Haoyang, have you watched the news?" Tang Wanqi asked as she was making noodles in the kitchen.

"I didn't look, what's wrong?"

"Tara's performance on Xinan TV was scolded by netizens."

"Oh, I know, it's not a big deal. Tara is taking the blame for me. More people at the scene shouted for Xia Haoyang to get out of the entertainment industry." Xia Haoyang mentioned this matter self-deprecatingly.

After a while, Wanqi brought out two bowls of cooked noodles. There was a poached egg on each bowl of noodles, and the two of them ate the noodles at the desk at the front desk.

"Haoyang, do we still have to come to work tomorrow?"

"Yeah, same as last year."

Tang Wanqi's face turned red, remembering what happened during the Spring Festival last year. Xia Haoyang also thought about it, and deliberately said: "This year I changed the desk in my office, and the space should be larger. How about we try again?"

"No, I have to wait at the front desk in case I don't hear the call."

"On this day last year, the peach blossoms and the human face reflected each other's red." Xia Haoyang looked at Tang Wanqi and continued with malicious intent: "The human face lowered its head and tasted the jade flute, and the peach blossoms sent me to the blue clouds."

Although the two are in a relationship, Tang Wanqi is relatively reserved and is embarrassed to make such verbal jokes, so she has never agreed with Xia Haoyang. Xia Haoyang, who was not interested in others, also put away the joke and returned to his office to write the script, leaving Tang Wanqi behind. Qi watched from the front desk.

It wasn't until almost five o'clock that Tang Wanqi walked in. "Well, Wanqi, yo, it's already five o'clock, okay, right now, let's go home after writing this."

Tang Wanqi walked directly to Xia Haoyang without saying anything. Xia Haoyang was a little surprised why Tang Wanqi was so quiet. He looked up at her, and then Tang Wanqi squatted down and recreated the scene at this time last year.

Afterwards, Wanqi sat on Xia Haoyang's lap, and the two hugged each other. Xia Haoyang played with Tang Wanqi's hair for a long time, then tied a small piece of Tang Wanqi's hair into a slipknot, and then tied it again. Xia Haoyang, who was deadlocked and satisfied, said in Tang Wanqi's ear: "Let's go back."

"Ah."

The two walked out of the company hand in hand. It was already dark after five o'clock in Yancheng in winter. They just took the elevator to the lobby on the first floor of Fuhai Building and saw a charming woman wearing a cheongsam. Wearing a furry waistcoat and a pair of sunglasses on his face, he was followed by several middle-aged men in black suits. One of them was the business director of Weihui Security Company whom Xia Haoyang knew, surnamed Luo. And this lady is naturally Xia Haoyang's mother, Xie Xinyi of the Xie family in Kuaiji.

"Mom, why are you here?" Xia Haoyang, who was holding Tang Wanqi's hand, was surprised to see his mother downstairs in the company.