Now, not only is He Dingxi's status in the circle not what it used to be, but Xie Sizhao has been hammered in the market for several years, and he has become much calmer.

"Brother Dingxi, President Xie." Qingqing simply greeted the two of them and put the cardboard box on He Dingxi's desk.

"What is this?" Xie Sizhao stuck his head out from behind the computer. Today, he touched a pair of thin-rimmed glasses and put them on his nose. He looked like a successful person.

"These are all letters Dingxi has received since his debut, written by fans." Qingqing explained on the side: "Prepare for the shooting of the debut special."

He Dingxi has been out for many years, and this year the company is going to shoot a documentary to commemorate his debut. The documentary will use the fan letter as an introduction, leading to various branch lines.

He Dingxi does not accept expensive gifts, but he can accept letters. Since his debut, he has kept all the letters sent by fans. With the development of his career, these letters also moved with him several times.

The box on the table was preliminarily "selected" by Qingqing from the letters in the room, and they will find some content that fits this theme to create.

"Let my colleagues from the planning team come in and take a look." He Dingxi put down the documents in his hand, took out a stack of envelopes from the box, and placed them on the table one by one.

Xie Sizhao also came forward with great interest. Some of the letters were quite old, and the pages were turning yellow and brittle.

At this time, a postcard on the table caught He Dingxi's attention. He picked the postcard out of the pile of colorful letter paper and looked at it carefully in front of him.

Xie Sizhao glanced at the postmark and said with a fuss: "It's incredible, Lao He, do you have fans in far away Europe?"

He Dingxi carefully looked at the postcard in his hand without saying a word. He noticed that the postcard was not because it had come across the ocean from Europe, but because of what was on it.

In addition to writing the old site of He Dingxi's studio on this postcard, there is only a single line of words in the blank space, no signature, and no sending address.

But He Dingxi recognized it at a glance, it was Ning Jue's handwriting.

Ning Jue wrote on the postcard: "Mr. He, thank you for taking me out tonight, I'm very happy."

For a while, He Dingxi couldn't remember when Ning Jue sent him this postcard in Europe. It was not until he saw the town scene printed on the front of the postcard that he remembered that this was the first time he and Ning Jue recorded a variety show together. where to go.

At that time, the two of them were still collaborating on "Hang Yin", and they left the group during the filming of the film and went to Europe to participate in a homestay business program. After the last day of filming, He Dingxi and Ning Jue slipped out of the inn with the show crew on their backs. The two walked around the town in the dark, and finally wrote postcards together by the fountain in the center of the square.

It turned out that his postcard was written to me at the time. Thinking of this, He Dingxi couldn't help laughing, as if he had unintentionally dug up a treasure from many years ago.

He picked up the phone beside him and sent Ning Jue a message.

The phone on the table vibrated, Ning Jue glanced at the screen and saw that the message was sent by He Dingxi.

He Dingxi asked in WeChat: [Where are you? 】

Ning Jue picked up the phone and replied: [Liz Carlton on Qingyuan Road, what's wrong? 】

After replying to He Dingxi's message, Ning Jue put the phone back on the table and looked up at the woman sitting across from him.

This woman has dark brown curly hair, her looks are gorgeous, her manners are elegant, and a camel-colored cashmere coat complements her elegance.

Ning Jue took a sip of the coffee on the table and asked, "How long will you be here this time?"

"Little half a month." The woman pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and reached out to push a plate of cakes on the table in front of Ning Jue: "The red velvet cake in this hotel is well done, try it."

Ning Jue poked the cake with a small silver fork, but didn't eat it: "Is Alexzander back too?"

The woman was staring intently at Ning Jue. She heard Ning Jue's question, and then she shook her head and said with a smile, "I'm back. He's on a business trip in China, and I'll come back to see you by the way."

It turned out that the elegant lady in front of Ning Jue was his mother Ye Qing. After the death of his father, Ye Qingyuan went to a foreign land, and the mother and son never saw each other again.

Ning Jue forked a piece of cake and sent it into the mouth, but did not answer. Ye Qing looked at Ning Jue, his eyes still as gentle as water.

After a while, she suddenly asked, "Would you like to go back to the United States with me?"

Ning Jue's hand moved for a while, he put down the fork in his hand, and asked, "What am I going to do in the United States?"

"I heard that you have encountered a bottleneck in your career recently. You know the domestic market. It's easier said than done. It just so happens that Alexzander has some resources in the United States." Ye Qing tentatively put his hand on the back of Ning Jue's and said : "Mom just doesn't worry about you staying here alone... It's better to change the environment and start over."

In fact, Ye Qing was right. After Ning Jue returned from studying abroad, the circle had already undergone earth-shaking changes, and the top stream had been rotated for several rounds.

Ning Jue joined several crews soon after his comeback. Although it can't be said that there is no splash, his popularity is far less than when he was popular.

While the two of them were talking, Ning Jue's phone screen lit up again, and He Dingxi said, "I found another piece of evidence today that you love me hard to say. 】

Ning Jue didn't know what nonsense He Dingxi was talking about, and was about to reply when a new message appeared on the screen: [Going home for dinner tonight? 】

Because of Ye Qing's relationship, Ning Jue was not in a good mood at the moment, but these two inexplicable messages from He Dingxi made his brows widen at once.

He quietly pulled out his hand from Ye Qing's palm, slid off the screen, and replied with a smile: [Okay. 】

It's not polite to send messages frequently when talking to others. Ning Jue put down her phone and filled the cup in front of Ye Qing: "I'm fine now, I won't go to America with you." Ning Jue put down the teapot in her hand. Putting it down, he looked up at Ye Qing: "Besides, after my father passed away, I have come through the most difficult years. Although my career is at a low point, I am very happy."