Sending Photos

The beggar: ...

In front of him, the young man smiled as if basking in the spring breeze, temporarily blinding his eyes.

Coincidentally, a well-dressed man walked from the opposite side of the street. He glanced at the two of them, then threw two large bills into Lin Qiong's bowl.

Lin Qiong skillfully expressed his gratitude, then confidently smiled at the man, "My performance hasn't diminished over the years."

The beggar: ...

Seeing Lin Qiong's face, which seemed to spell "living off others," the beggar trembled and condemned him, "You... What's the difference between what you're doing and being a freeloader?"

Lin Qiong looked at him puzzled, "I'm not freeloading."

Beggar: ?

Lin Qiong smiled shyly, "Marriage is a permanent solution."

What a slave to money.

The beggar looked at him in disbelief, "You... You..."

Lin Qiong spoke, "As long as you focus on money, everything will get better."

In the next moment, the beggar's face turned red. "Don't you feel ashamed to sell your soul and body like this?"

Lin Qiong remained upright, "I can't take someone's money for nothing."

The beggar took a deep breath, "How old is the old man?"

Lin Qiong replied, "Heroes don't ask for origins, and the wealthy don't ask for age."

"..."

In the next moment, the beggar began to speak, "Even if I starve to death..."

Lin Qiong interrupted, "Even if I jump from here, I will never live off others."

After saying that, he patted the person's shoulder, "Don't worry, you will be truly blessed."

Beggar: ?

Suddenly, the beggar couldn't bear it any longer, "Leave me alone!"

Half an hour later, Wang Cheng drove his determined little bread car to the roadside to pick up Lin Qiong.

"How was it? Did you complete your daily good deed?"

Lin Qiong furrowed his brow slightly and thought for a moment, "I did it, but it feels like I didn't."

Wang Cheng: ?

"So, did you do it or not?"

Once again, Lin Qiong said, "I did it, but it feels like I didn't."

Wang Cheng: ...

"Then what did you actually do?"

Lin Qiong reminisced, "I was on the roadside..."

Wang Cheng's intuition kicked in, "Did you find a coin?"

Lin Qiong shook his head, "No."

He had never found money on the street in his two lifetimes.

Wang Cheng was puzzled, "Then what did you do?"

He continued, "I helped an elderly lady cross the road."

Wang Cheng exclaimed, "Isn't that good?"

Lin Qiong remembered his embarrassing moment, "But I took her in the wrong direction and had to bring her back."

Wang Cheng: ...

Then he reassured Lin Qiong with a forced smile, "You had good intentions, it's not your fault."

"After that..."

Wang Cheng's eyebrows twitched, realizing there was more to the story, he hurriedly asked, "What did you do afterward?"

Lin Qiong sighed as he looked at the scenery outside the car, "I encountered a beggar."

Wang Cheng's mind started to imagine in a normal way, "Out of compassion, you gave him a coin?"

Lin Qiong shook his head, "No."

"I didn't have any loose change on me."

Wang Cheng looked at him, "So what did you do?"

Lin Qiong replied, "Out of compassion, I held his bowl for a while."

"..."

Wang Cheng had a blank expression, "And then?"

"Of course, I tried to comfort him!" Lin Qiong said, drooping his fluffy head, "But it seemed like he wasn't grateful."

Wang Cheng looked at him, now knowing that he couldn't speculate based on normal thinking, and cautiously asked, "How did you comfort him?"

Lin Qiong replied, "I told him to focus on money and that everything would get better."

"And then?" Wang Cheng asked again.

Lin Qiong replied sadly, "He told me to get lost."

Hearing this, Wang Cheng didn't offer any words of comfort but instead questioned, "Why did he react that way to you?"

Lin Qiong replied, "He asked me for the secret to becoming rich."

Wang Cheng asked, "Did you tell him?"

"Of course," Lin Qiong patted his chest with a sense of righteousness, "Good things are meant to be shared."

Wang Cheng swallowed nervously, "What did you say?"

"What else could I say? I told the truth," Lin Qiong replied.

Wang Cheng's heart sank, "I think I know, you don't have to say..."

Lin Qiong began, "I..."

But Wang Cheng waved his hand to refuse to hear the story of the young man's downfall.

"No, I don't want to hear it," Wang Cheng said.

"I married an older man to live off him."

"..."

Well done.

After nearly four hours of driving, the two finally arrived at the set of a drama in the nearby city. As soon as they entered the set, Lin Qiong was pulled into the dressing room.

Lin Qiong's character only appeared in the female lead's memories as her teenage crush, the handsome boy next door.

The makeup artist approached with tools in hand, "You're the actor playing the White Moonlight."

Lin Qiong nodded politely.

The makeup artist carefully observed and noticed that the person's features were quite good, not stunning at first sight, but rather gentle and non-threatening, making people naturally want to get closer.

The makeup artist scrutinized, "What dramas have you been in before? I haven't seen you on TV."

Lin Qiong thought for a moment, "Maybe it's because of different channel types."

The makeup artist was puzzled, "How are they different? Aren't they all on TV?"

"What type of programs do you appear on?" the makeup artist asked, "Entertainment gossip?"

Lin Qiong replied, "The news."

"..."

Wang Cheng chuckled on the side and handed a glass of water to silence the makeup artist, saying, "He's always this humorous."

Lin Qiong gulped down some water, realizing that what he said wasn't entirely wrong.

In the previous life, dog-eat-dog situations and dying of hunger on the streets did indeed make it to the news.

The makeup artist also realized, "Oh, right! You're a newcomer, so it's normal to not have acted in many dramas before."

"But you have a good appearance, you can definitely rely on your looks to make a living."

But in the next moment, the young man shook his head.

The makeup artist realized that they might have said something wrong. In this industry, some actors who are considered good-looking dislike this kind of comment.

"I don't rely on my looks to make a living," Lin Qiong said.

The makeup artist quickly tried to apologize, but then heard him continue:

"I rely on my marriage."

The makeup artist:...

You're really amazing.

Seeing that the person wasn't sensitive about such comments, the makeup artist started chatting casually with him, "Although your role has fewer scenes and only a few minutes of screen time, you have multiple outfits for costume and makeup."

Lin Qiong nodded without paying much attention. After all, he wasn't the main character.

Once the makeup was set, Lin Qiong walked out wearing a white shirt.

When he arrived at the studio, he saw a muscular man pointing at him.

Lin Qiong:?

Lin Qiong swallowed nervously. He was sure the man could knock him out with one punch.

Then, the muscular man lifted his pinky finger and said, "This is the vibe I wanted~"

Lin Qiong:...

Faced with this unexpected scene, he inexplicably felt a sense of relief.

The muscular man approached, "Hello, I'm the photographer in charge of the makeup photos."

Lin Qiong politely shook hands with him, "Hello, I'm Lin Qiong."

The two exchanged a few polite words and then began the shoot.

"Brother! Look this way!"

"Brother! Look at me!!"

"Brother! Perfect!"

"Just that expression! Brother, I love it!!!"

The assistant on the side: ...

After an hour of "Brother, look at me," Lin Qiong walked out of the studio.

The photographer looked at the day's masterpiece and was very satisfied. He said to him, "Thank you for your hard work, brother!"

Lin Qiong was expressionless, "You're welcome, sister."

On the side, Wang Cheng: ...

Seeing Lin Qiong coming out, Wang Cheng approached, "How did it go? Did everything go smoothly?"

Lin Qiong nodded his head, "Not bad."

"They said they'll take it to show the producers and director now. If this set is approved, we'll shoot the other two tomorrow."

Wang Cheng nodded in understanding, but then a hand suddenly reached out in front of him, holding a cellphone.

Wang Cheng: "For me?"

Lin Qiong: "No, can you take a photo for me?"

Wang Cheng was puzzled, "Why? Didn't we just finish shooting?"

Lin Qiong smiled shyly, "I want to send a few to someone at home."

Wang Cheng suddenly felt a suffocating pressure.

This old pervert's control freak tendencies were really too extreme.

He tried to persuade him, "Why bother? Do you really need to report every time you step out? You can still turn back now."

Lin Qiong shook his head, "You wouldn't understand."

Wang Cheng asked, "Understand what?"

Lin Qiong smiled and said, "The joy of marriage"

...

In the evening, Lin Qiong sent the photos to Fu Xingyun.

"Today's work."

After a while, the other person replied with a simple "Hmm."

Lin Qiong displayed his professionalism as a nagger, "Did you eat your meals on time today?"

Then immediately after the first text, he sent another one, "Did you go out to get some sunshine?"

"I did. I didn't."

Lin Qiong was puzzled, "Why do you always write so few words?"

Fu Xingyun responded, "I don't feel like typing."

"..."

While saying he didn't feel like typing, he actually added one more word.

Lin Qiong started chatting with him, but the responses he received were either "Hmm" or "Oh."

It could be described as very indifferent.

Lin Qiong typed, "Today, you're being cold towards me."

Fu Xingyun: ?

Lin Qiong: "I'll text you again tomorrow."

"..."

Fu Xingyun sighed as he glanced at the message, but there was a faint smirk at the corner of his mouth. His slender fingers tapped on the phone screen.

In the next moment, a new message popped up in the conversation, "I'm going to sleep, goodnight."

The man's tapping fingers paused, and he deleted the unsent message from the chat box.

"Come back early..."

The next morning, when Lin Qiong arrived at the set, the muscular photographer approached him excitedly, "Brother! Yesterday's shots were approved through the director and producer."

Then, he eagerly grabbed Lin Qiong's shoulder, "Get ready for the next two sets."

Lin Qiong was shaken and felt a bit dizzy.

After completing the two sets, it was already 4 PM in the afternoon. Lin Qiong glanced at the time and realized that if he hurried back now, he would still have time.

However, the photography team suggested going out together for a gathering and treating everyone to a meal.

Lin Qiong politely declined, "No, I have some things to attend to."

The staff members were curious, "What's the matter?"

Lin Qiong replied, "It's a family matter."

One of the staff members seemed to have discovered something intriguing, "Is it because someone in your family is involved?"

Lin Qiong nodded.

The staff member's eyes lit up, "Who is it?"

Lin Qiong answered, "An elderly person living alone."