The man put down the newspaper in his hand and picked up his phone, switching to the WeChat interface. Presumably, he was confirming some information with someone.
Just as Fang Siyan put down his phone, Ding Ruola also put down hers.
"Old Fang, I've got another job!"
Ding Ruola was now completely money - minded. All she could think about was making money.
"Tell me about it."
Fang Siyan already knew about the project she was working on, but he still pretended not to know.
Song Yan returned to the company and resumed using Ling Zi's script.
Ling Zi had been blacklisted by those people for half a year. Song Yan's return gave Ling Zi a sigh of relief.
"Tomorrow" was Ling Zi's new work. He had submitted it to several entertainment companies, but none of them were interested.
The topic wasn't appealing, and the requirements for the actors were relatively high. Those entertainment companies knew the level of their artists.
At most, they could sing, dance, and play basketball. Acting was out of the question!
Ding Ruola's bad mood throughout the day suddenly brightened up because of this.
The next day, Ding Ruola got up very early, as if she had been injected with a shot of adrenaline.
Fang Siyan couldn't persuade her, so he could only silently follow behind her, urging her to get in the car and fasten her seatbelt.
When Song Yan came this time, she brought Little Tuanzi with her.
Little Tuanzi saw Ding Ruola and immediately rushed over.
"Master, Junjun misses you so much."
Little Tuanzi's voice was so cute that Ding Ruola's heart melted.
She bent down and pinched Little Tuanzi's chubby cheeks.
"Go play with Sister Lu. I have something to talk to your mom about."
Ding Ruola stuffed a few candies into Little Tuanzi's hand. Little Tuanzi kissed Ding Ruola on the face and skipped away to find Lu Hui.
After Little Tuanzi left, Ding Ruola took Song Yan to the meeting room.
Song Yan pushed the script and some scene settings in front of Ding Ruola.
"Sister Yan, I didn't expect you to come back so soon."
"Neither did I."
Song Yan lowered her head and tapped the script with her fingers. Obviously, she didn't want to talk about this.
Since the person involved didn't want to say anything, Ding Ruola didn't feel comfortable forcing Song Yan to talk, so she didn't mention Yin Han anymore.
"The setting is great, but the scene design..."
Ding Ruola's understanding of the end - of - the - world came from foreign movies and TV shows. She had never experienced the sense of despair and desolation in person.
But for the sake of making money, she still reluctantly agreed.
After signing the contract, Ding Ruola sat in front of the workbench and started to struggle with the design draft.
No matter how she drew, she felt that something was missing. The sense of despair and desolation seemed artificial.
She piled up yellow sand, broken walls, and a few skulls, but it still seemed far - fetched.
This kind of fear didn't come from the depths of the heart.
If the designer herself couldn't resonate with the design draft, how could she expect the viewers to understand what it meant?
Ding Ruola spent the whole afternoon reading "Tomorrow" again.
The script began with the line - After tomorrow comes the future.
By the time she finished reading the whole book, there were only three people left in the studio: Miao Yun, Ning Qing, and Ding Ruola herself.
Ding Ruola decided to draw a few drafts while she still had some feelings about the content of the book. But just as she picked up the pen, Fang Siyan walked in through the door.
"Ruola, I'll take you out for dinner."
Fang Siyan's purpose for coming today was to take Ding Ruola out for dinner.
As soon as he entered the company, he saw Ding Ruola's posture. It was obvious that she was going to stay up late.
Before Ding Ruola could say anything, Fang Siyan dragged her out of the studio.
"I was going to draw the drafts!"
"You can draw them anytime."
For Ding Ruola's health, Fang Siyan pretended not to hear her and just dragged her forward.
He remembered that there was a good Cantonese restaurant nearby.
Ding Ruola's stomach wasn't suitable for spicy food, so he had to find some light and easy - to - digest food.
After they were full, Ding Ruola no longer had the feeling she had before.
It was impossible for her to draw the drafts at home.
"Old Fang! I'll hate you so much this time."
Ding Ruola had her hair coiled up at the back of her head, with a pen stuck in her thick hair.
She walked towards Fang Siyan's desk like a corpse, with her body slightly hunched and her arms swinging.
"I have no inspiration at all now."
"How can you blame this on me?"
Fang Siyan's mind was full of the mess between the Gu family and the Fang family. Without thinking, he accidentally blurted out the truth.
"Why can't I blame you? You called me to dinner just when I had a sudden inspiration."
Ding Ruola half - squatted in front of Fang Siyan's desk, with her chin resting on the table. Her mouth didn't move, but a pitiful sound came from her throat.
The man had no choice but to come up with an idea for the girl.
"Why don't you go to the northwest and take a look at some desolate places?"
Fang Siyan just mentioned it casually, but Ding Ruola took it seriously.
A moment later, the girl came over with her phone and thrust it in front of Fang Siyan.
"Old Fang, do you think I should take a plane or a train?"
"Baby, where are you going?"
Fang Siyan was incredulous. He put down the document in his hand and took Ding Ruola's phone.
Alxa!
"No way!"
Fang Siyan was the one who came up with the idea, but now that Ding Ruola had found the destination, he was the first one to say no.
"You've said it all, Old Fang. You're just talking nonsense."
Fang Siyan said that it was too far away. A girl who was unfamiliar with the place going to such a desolate area. If something went wrong... It was really terrifying to think about.
The girl tried every means to persuade him, but the man just wouldn't agree.
But in a short while, the man's stance changed.
"Check if there are any holidays coming up."
Ding Ruola picked up her phone and opened the calendar.
In two days, it would be the Tomb - Sweeping Festival holiday. With three days off, it would be enough time to fly to Alxa for on - site research and come back.
"Let's go during the Tomb - Sweeping Festival holiday then."
Fang Siyan had no principles only in front of Ding Ruola. The image of Professor Fang collapsed in front of Ding Ruola every day.
"I love you so much, Old Fang!"
Ding Ruola grabbed Fang Siyan's head and pulled it towards her chest.
The girl didn't have much in her chest, but Fang Siyan was suffocated by her.
When Fang Siyan finally got some air, he felt as if he had been liberated.
"Old Fang, why is your face so red!"
Ding Ruola obviously didn't realize what she had just done.
Fang Siyan coughed awkwardly twice. "You go and rest first. I still have some documents to deal with."
The man didn't want to answer this question directly. He glanced at the leaving girl and then continued to work with his head down.
After that, Fang Siyan couldn't focus on his work. His blood didn't flow to his brain but to other places.
Normally, it only took him ten minutes to finish reading a seven - page document, but this time, after half an hour, he hadn't even finished half of it.