The world of film and television begins with Zhou Bingkun in the human world.

Chapter 69 Room Allocation

After starting work at the cultural center, Zhou Bingkun's life became very comfortable, with a relaxed pace and no pressure at all.

However, about six months after he joined the cultural center, the director found Zhou Bingkun.

"Bingkun! I have some good news for you." The curator chuckled and said to Zhou Bingkun.

"Good news? Curator, what good news?" Zhou Bingkun asked with a smile. At this time, Zhou Bingkun could be said to be almost without desires. After all, his work was particularly easy, he earned a lot of money, he had no burdens at home, and he didn't have to clean up the mess of the Zhou family. So whether it was good news or not, Zhou Bingkun really didn't care that much.

"The higher-ups allocated two apartments to our cultural center. Don't you think that's a good thing?" The director smiled, like a fox.

Zhou Bingkun, who hadn't paid much attention to so-called good things before, suddenly lit up when he heard the word "house".

Zhou Bingkun wouldn't care much about other things, but he really cared a lot about the house.

Having signed a letter severing ties with Zhou Zhigang, he could no longer live in the Zhou family's house. While it wasn't that he had nowhere to live, the houses in Taiping Hutong were truly in poor condition.

Even though Zhou Bingkun had tried his best to tidy it up, it was still dilapidated, and the house wasn't very big. He had to worry about whether Grandma Zheng or Zheng Guangming would hear him if he did some aerobic exercise.

However, in the current environment, buying a house is almost impossible, even though Zhou Bingkun is not short of money. Even renting a house is not a simple matter, after all, times have changed and policies have changed.

However, as time goes by, policies are gradually changing, and Zhou Bingkun is already planning to rent a house.

Now, when Zhou Bingkun suddenly heard the curator say that houses would be allocated, he was overjoyed.

"Great news, great news, this is fantastic news! Director, are there any of these two houses for me? My current living conditions are really bad. I'm still living at my mother-in-law's house, and her house isn't very big either—" Although Zhou Bingkun knew that the director had called him over to talk about the houses, there was a high probability that he would get one when the houses were being distributed.

But if you need to play the victim, you still have to; it's a matter of attitude.

"Bingkun! Logically speaking, you've only been at our cultural center for half a year, so it shouldn't be your turn to be allocated housing." The director's tone was somewhat hesitant.

"Director, you can't say that. Although I haven't been working at your cultural center for very long, my experience is by no means shallow. Since I started working here, I've had an article or poem published on average every month, and they're all in top-tier publications like 'Yanjing Literature and Art.' Who else at your cultural center has done that besides me?" Zhou Bingkun quickly said.

"Hey, what's the rush? Let me finish what I'm saying! I mean, normally, you, who have only been with the cultural center for half a year, are not eligible for housing. But! But since you joined the cultural center, your performance has been outstanding, and you've published so many excellent works, so I've decided to make an exception and allocate a house to you." The director looked like he was defying all objections.

"Oh, thank you so much, curator!" Zhou Bingkun said repeatedly.

After receiving confirmation, Zhou Bingkun stopped staying at the cultural center and rode his bicycle straight to the timber processing plant.

"Bingkun? What brings you here at this hour? Did something happen?"

When Zheng Juan heard that Zhou Bingkun had come to see her, she was startled, thinking that something had happened. After all, it was around 3 p.m., which was during working hours. Even though the cultural center where Zhou Bingkun worked had relatively flexible hours, Zheng Juan couldn't help but worry and start overthinking when he suddenly came to see her at this time.

However, when Zheng Juan rushed out of the factory and saw Zhou Bingkun, who was all smiles, she immediately felt relieved.

"Juan'er, our cultural center has allocated apartments, and I get one. I'm planning to take you to see it."

"You got an apartment? Really? Bingkun, you're not kidding, are you? You've only been working at the cultural center for six months!"

"Who told you your man to be so capable? I already said it before, it's just that I'm a bit young, otherwise if I went to the cultural center, I would at least be the deputy director. So what if they gave me an apartment? It's perfectly normal."

"Come on, Juan'er, let's go look at houses."

"My man is amazing, isn't he? Wait a minute, I'm going to ask for leave."

Zheng Juan took leave and went to look at houses with Zhou Bingkun.

The apartment that Zhou Bingkun was allocated was a multi-story building.

Or rather, it's a tenement building without a private bathroom, with an area of ​​about 30 square meters.

To be honest, living in a tenement building like this is not as comfortable as living in a single-story house.

It's small, cramped, and has so many families living on one floor, with a chaotic mix of people—it's full of problems.

Even so, the Zhou family of three lived quite comfortably, much more so than in Taiping Hutong. For example, when doing aerobic exercise, they didn't have to worry about disturbing Grandma Zheng and the others.

Although it was just a 30-square-meter tenement building, Zheng Juan was very happy. She kept looking around the room, planning how to arrange it, what to buy, and where to put things, etc.

So even though Zhou Bingkun didn't particularly like this tenement building, seeing Zheng Juan so happy made him happy too.

In Jichun City, Zhou Bingkun and Zheng Juan were busy moving, while in Yanjing, outside the prison gates, Zhou Rong was holding Feng Yue's hand, looking at the prison gates with anticipation in her eyes.

The prison gates opened, and a disheveled figure walked out.

"Transform!" Zhou Rong's eyes lit up, and she quickly went to greet him.

"Zhou Rong, month after month, finally, finally I've met you all!" Feng Huacheng said, tears streaming down his face.

These days, prisons are no place for humans to stay.

After Feng Huacheng was arrested, he spent every day mining coal. Although it wasn't as smelly as digging manure in the mountains of Guizhou, it was much more tiring!

Feng Huacheng secretly wiped away tears more than once at night, regretting his impulsive actions at the train station. He thought that if he hadn't loudly recited poetry there, he wouldn't have been arrested.

Fortunately, he was only imprisoned for six months, and now he has finally been released.

Looking at the haggard Feng Huacheng, Zhou Rong felt a pang of heartache. After all, in Zhou Rong's heart, Feng Huacheng's poetic aura was so dazzling that it made her ignore everything else.

After being released from prison, Feng Huacheng had two pounds of black grime scrubbed off by the bathhouse attendant, then ate a big meal and slept for a full day and night before he finally recovered.

Looking at Feng Huacheng in this state, Zhou Rong felt even more heartache.

Fortunately, Feng Huacheng has been released from prison, and Zhou Rong feels that her life finally has hope again.

But what happened next caught Zhou Rong off guard.

"Zhou Rong, was this poem 'Answer' really written by your younger brother, Zhou Bingkun?" Feng Huacheng looked at Zhou Rong with a strange expression.

When Zhou Rong saw the poem "Answer," her nose tingled and tears welled up in her eyes. She felt so wronged!

Because of the poem "Answer," Zhou Rong has been subjected to countless insults over the past six months.

Some people, when writing comments on "Answer," even specifically criticized Zhou Bingkun's sister, brother, and even father, calling them ingrates, fools who can't distinguish right from wrong, bad seeds, and so on.

It's only because Zhou Rong still has Feng Huacheng as a support in her heart, otherwise she would probably have gone crazy long ago.

"Hua Cheng!!!" Zhou Rong cried out in distress as she threw herself into Feng Hua Cheng's arms.

Feng Huacheng's expression, however, remained extremely cold: "So, this poem 'Answer' really was written by your younger brother, Zhou Bingkun, and the older sister in the poem's background is really you?"

"Huacheng, you also think Zhou Bingkun is particularly outrageous, right! I never thought Zhou Bingkun would be this kind of person. Fortunately, Zhou Bingkun has severed ties with our Zhou family, and he will no longer be my brother." Zhou Rong said through gritted teeth.

Feng Huacheng remained silent. As a renowned poet, he was well aware of the impact the poem "Answer" would have on Zhou Rong.

However, Feng Huacheng had only just been released from prison, and his current identity was still not honorable. They would still have to return to the mountains of Guizhou, so he would still need Zhou Rong's help. Therefore, Feng Huacheng did not express his opinion.

Before leaving Yanjing, Feng Huacheng also planned to have a get-together with some friends or like-minded people in Yanjing, such as writers and poets, to say goodbye.

However, when Feng Huacheng took Zhou Rong to the party, he found that many people were quite indifferent to him, pointing and whispering about him, or rather, pointing and whispering about his wife Zhou Rong.

"Look, that's the person, Zhou Rong. She's the ungrateful older sister of the poet Zhou Bingkun."

"Zhou Rong looks decent enough, but I never expected her to be that kind of person."

3

"This is called knowing a person's face but not their heart."

"What a waste of her good looks."

"So, the 'wild man' that Zhou Bingkun's sister insisted on finding was Feng Huacheng?"

"This Feng Huacheng, his eyesight isn't very good either, otherwise why would he have taken a liking to Zhou Rong?"

"You can't say that. Feng Huacheng is quite old, while Zhou Rong is young and good-looking. It's normal for the two of them to get together."

"I understand, I understand, it's like a pear blossom overshadowing a crabapple."

"Hahaha!"

Hearing these comments, Feng Huacheng's face turned particularly ugly, and he didn't bring Zhou Rong with him the second time.

When Zhou Rong discovered this situation, she was furious. She even got into an argument with Feng Huacheng. In the end, when Feng Huacheng and Zhou Rong boarded the train back to Guizhou, the two were still in a state of cold war.