Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 175 Lin Qingruan x Mo Yucheng: It is important not to look down on yourself.

For people like them, it is easy for their dreams of prosperity to be shattered.

Lin Qingruan hummed, understood the situation, and followed the path she had paved.

When Huang Rong was about to hang up the phone, he suddenly asked, "Qing Ruan, do you still want to pursue acting?"

"I do." Lin Qingruan lowered her eyelashes, "but my heart is different now. I used to be determined to be one of the best, but now all these false names depend on opportunities. I'll just focus on acting first. I don't have to play the leading role, I can also take supporting roles, it doesn't matter if it's a bit hard and tiring."

Huang Rong said that she had calmed down. Lin Qingruan smiled and said that she had just experienced a lot and had nothing to ask for anymore.

When the lights in the emergency room came on and the public opinion was at its most intense, she was glad that her aunt was lying in the ward and couldn't see it.

She really couldn't be a bad woman with ease. The story Liang Shu told her was very simple. Lin Qingruan went back and savored the story carefully. She shed tears silently in the dark night. She thought, if she couldn't get the love, at least she couldn't destroy the friendship of others.

"If you have a better candidate to train, you can give up on me." Lin Qingruan said to Huang Rong, "I'm not noble, but try not to use Mr. Mo's resources. He's getting married, and if Miss Liang finds out, there might be trouble."

Huang Rong replied, "Yes." This circle is the most realistic. Whether you become famous or not depends on the right time, right place and right people.

No one knows where this girl's final destination will be.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Qingruan swept up the picked vegetable leaves. She heard her aunt coughing in the inner room. She boiled water while looking through the job ads on her mobile phone.

She found several suitable interview times and also listed the bags she brought back from Kyoto on a second-hand trading platform.

As the sun set, Lin Qingruan sat alone in the courtyard for a while.

She sat there until her eyes became sore and tears flowed unconsciously. She wondered why life always liked to feed her a sweet date and then give her a loud slap in the face?

There was still a faint burning pain on her cheek. Being humiliated in public, Lin Qingruan curled the corners of her lips. The young assistant still had the mindset of a student and asked her why she didn't refute or clarify.

Lin Qingruan shook her head: "She doesn't want to hear my clarification, she just wants me to withdraw willingly."

The assistant asked exaggeratedly: "What about Mr. Mo, doesn't he like you very much?"

like?

Lin Qingruan smiled bitterly: "What do you mean by liking? I am beautiful and he feels comfortable looking at me. As for my identity who will never be seen in public, it doesn't matter whether I stay or go."

"I just don't want to fight for a man anymore. I'm so tired, so tired that I think it doesn't matter if I'm not famous. As long as I can act in one or two movies and my aunt's disease can be cured, I won't have any regrets."

Unfortunately, this wish did not come true.

Lin Qingruan knew clearly what Huang Rong didn't say explicitly, that she was now in a semi-banned situation.

If she and Mo Yucheng surrender and keep in touch with him, there might be a possibility for her to compete with Liang Shu.

But Lin Qingruan didn't want her aunt to see herself in the newspaper as a notorious and bad woman.

She had made up her mind to leave, but she couldn't help but shed tears when she was alone. She always thought of the first time they met, when Mo Yucheng stood in front of her with an arrogant look on his face.

There was also him putting his arm around her shoulders, pointing nonchalantly at the stage where the show had not yet ended, and whispering in her ear.

He said he wanted to create a dream for her that would attract the attention of the world, one that would be glorious, brilliant and grand.

It's really just a dream in life.

This love was like a dream, gone in an instant, leaving her alone, an actor, feeling lost on the stage of life.

"Lin Qingruan?"

There was a knock on the iron gate in the middle of the small courtyard surrounded by a fence. Meng Ze, wearing a smart windbreaker, stood outside the courtyard wall humbly and politely.

He turned slightly to the side, his eyes restrained, and did not look inside at all before getting her response.

Lin Qingruan sniffed and wiped away her tears in panic. She didn't know how long Meng Ze had been standing there, but she knew in her heart that no matter what he heard, his innate gentleness would not cause her any embarrassment.

Meng Ze was indeed like that.

He nodded slightly and asked in a gentle voice, "How is Aunt Zhao's health?" "It's OK. The doctor recommends conservative treatment."

Meng Ze stated his purpose: "My mother is a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner and has been practicing medicine for 30 years. If possible, I would like to try the traditional Chinese medicine method."

Lin Qingruan was overjoyed and told Zhao Meihua about the situation. She couldn't hide her excitement and asked repeatedly, "Is there really a cure for my disease?"

"It's better to try than not to try."

Three days later, Liang's mother came as promised to consult Zhao Meihua for acupuncture.

Lin Qingruan and Meng Ze, two clumsy people who couldn't even hold a needle, were driven out. They sat at the door and looked at each other in silence. After a while, they both burst out laughing.

Lin Qingruan joked, "So you come from a family of traditional Chinese medicine."

Liang Mengze said: "Why, can't you see it?"

"Then why do you study computer artificial intelligence?"

“Because of dreams.”

Meng Ze answered her question very seriously: "The progress of medicine is inseparable from technological innovation. I think my contribution can be regarded as another kind of medical inheritance."

Since their student days, Lin Qingruan had the impression that Meng Ze was a very opinionated person.

She exclaimed from the bottom of her heart: "Your mother must be very proud of you."

"You too?" Meng Ze tilted his head to look at her. "Your aunt saw that I couldn't stop talking about you, so she copied a CD of your acting for me."

Lin Qingruan had no idea that her aunt had already done this in secret.

Her aunt was not proud of her at all, it was obvious that she was trying to find a matchmaker to keep her in the family.

The poor academic master is still kept in the dark.

Lin Qingruan burst out laughing: "Have you watched those TV series?"

Meng Ze touched his nose and answered honestly, "To be honest, I haven't had time to see it. I've been busy inspecting township hospitals these days."

There was mugwort fumigation in the room, and even his body was filled with the fragrance of mugwort, fumigated by the sun. She leaned over to smell it, and when Lin Qingruan raised her head, she met his clear and moist brows.

Her heartbeat paused, and she turned back and asked casually, "So do you watch the news, the entertainment news?"

"I've been studying abroad and don't know much about the domestic entertainment industry. What's wrong? Do you have any good movies to recommend to me?"

"No."

Lin Qingruan thought, fortunately you don’t pay attention to entertainment and don’t understand me.

The sun fell below the horizon, the wind blew gently on her face, Lin Qingruan raised her head to face the wind, letting her thoughts go. After a while, she turned her head and suddenly said, "Let's make a promise, okay?"

"I'm standing right in front of you, don't let anyone tell you about me."

Liang Mengze said: "Okay."

I didn't expect him to agree so readily.

Lin Qingruan was rarely stunned, and then tried to cover up the truth by saying, "It's nothing. The media likes to make up stories and even guess the meaning of my name. It actually has no origin. My parents just think it sounds nice."

“It’s like they’re not taken seriously.”

Meng Ze disagreed with what she said.

He said: "Qing Ruan, the sun sets in the west, nature rises in the east and sets in the west. The west has never been a bad word, on the contrary it is the destination of all things."

"The most important thing for a person is not to look down on himself. Don't look down on yourself."

Lin Qingruan's eyelashes trembled and she hummed vaguely.