Abstract Art Award Winner

Zhou Le had seen Dilraba's skin before.

She's a goddess on screen and in magazines, but in private, she's just like a little girl. It's not that she has to maintain this persona in private, but there's no need to keep putting on airs in private social situations.

When Zhou Le watched Running Man before, he thought Dilraba's character was well-developed and she could maintain that style on variety shows. But after getting to know her and especially after this private interaction, he found that she was actually very childlike.

But this was just when they went out to play together in private. If something happened at work, Dilraba was still very decisive and efficient. In this respect, you can actually see a bit of Yang Mi's influence.

However, compared to Yang Mi, Yang Mi is more capable and more willing to use more means to achieve her goals.

Dilraba, on the other hand, is more like an imitator, but she did not completely copy it; instead, she retained her own personal style.

"Wait, I'll deal with you when I get back."

After sending the text message, Zhou Le also sent a voice message.

Dilraba quickly sent a voice message: "Okay, do you think I'd be afraid of you?"

Zhou Le smiled and then put down his phone.

After that, I started being busy all day again.

Furthermore, the drama troupe also holds various meetings at the end of the year, and Zhou Le, as the current spokesperson for the Palace Museum and a member of the Film Association, as well as some other official positions such as outstanding youth representative and outstanding young actor of this year, has received invitations to various meetings.

Attending such a meeting also has its advantages; Zhou Le can use it to decline other invitations, since nothing is more important than attending such a meeting.

Moreover, Zhou Le had been drinking so much recently that he was almost numb. He originally thought he would just eat something nice to nourish his body, but one person after another, those people didn't let him go at all. They treated him like a roast duck in a roast duck restaurant, stuffing food into his mouth.

Anyway, Zhou Le is starting to have PTSD now.

Zhou Le felt nauseous whenever his meals contained even a hint of meat; he preferred to eat some pickled vegetables and drink some porridge.

The second advantage of attending these meetings is that there's no need for socializing. Everyone here holds a high position, so who would dare to go out and socialize? Even if there were, it would be on a small scale, and someone like Zhou Le wouldn't be able to get in at all.

So Zhou Le arrives at work early every day, parks his car, and immediately asks the old man where the canteen is, then heads straight for it.

Although the food in these company canteens is varied, with at least dozens of options to choose from in the morning, Zhou Le only looks for clean and simple meals.

Two eggs, some pickled vegetables, a bowl of porridge, and a small steamed bun.

After finishing the meal, I took out a water glass, filled it with a large cup of tea, and headed straight to the conference room.

The meeting lasted all morning, and lunch was served in the canteen as usual.

After lunch, I would sit in the leader's office for a while and chat. Then, in the afternoon, we would continue the meeting. After the meeting, I would eat until I was about half full in the cafeteria and then drive away from the office, checking where I would go for the meeting the next day and also taking a drive around Beijing.

After driving around for about an hour, Zhou Le drove straight to the gym where he had signed up for a membership. Anyway, the prices there were quite high, and they charged per session.

Upon arrival, Zhou Le changed his clothes and began practicing.

After finishing today's workout, I'll take a shower, change my clothes, drive straight home, do some work for a while, and then go straight to sleep.

This kind of life continued until December 30th.

Zhou Le had just finished a meeting with the publicity department and was planning to attend another meeting with the Federation of Literary and Art Circles the next day, after which his work for the year would basically be over.

But Zhou Le had just gone out for a drive when he received a call from Nazha.

"Le'er, what are you doing?"

"Me? I just came out of a meeting. I've been so busy these past few days, attending meetings everywhere and I couldn't skip them."

"Oh, I see. That explains why you didn't contact me. I do have to go to the meeting, but you have to go tomorrow..."

Zhou Le had been thinking of taking a break. The social engagements and Christmas with Dilraba had left him exhausted. He had finally recovered a little from the meetings these past few days, and he would deal with the rest of the stress next year.

So he immediately said, "I have to go to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles tomorrow. There's no way around it, I have to go. There are a few leaders I haven't seen in a while, so I can say hello to them."

No sooner had Zhou Le finished speaking than Nazha immediately said, "The Federation of Literary and Art Circles is having a meeting? What a coincidence! I'm going tomorrow too, let's go together?"

"Oh, you're going too? Aren't you from Xinjiang province?"

"What you're saying is so strange. Aren't you from Shanxi? I've lived here for a long time, you know. Besides, I'm from an ethnic minority. Can't I be a role model?"

"Oh, then that's fine."

Zhou Le sighed inwardly: "Then let's go together tomorrow. I'll pick you up downstairs at your place around 6:30 tomorrow morning."

"Oh, it's this early? Wasn't it supposed to start at nine?"

“It will take us time to get there, and as the younger generation, shouldn’t we go earlier? We can’t keep them waiting. If we go earlier, we can greet them more often and also have time to have breakfast.”

"That's true. If you arrive at 6:30, I'll have to get up at 4."

Zhou Le thought about it for a moment. If they set off at 6:30, it would mean that she would have to start putting on makeup at least by 5:30.

Then I have to take a shower around 4 a.m., and besides that, I also need to wake up, go to the toilet, and look at my phone for a while.

Getting up at four o'clock is about right.

"Then you need to go to sleep now, otherwise you won't be able to get up tomorrow."

"Sigh, I wish I hadn't called you."

"Haha, if you hadn't made this call, you would have slept an extra hour anyway, so it's about the same. Goodnight, shall we?"

As soon as Zhou Le finished speaking, Nazha pondered for a moment and said, "How about we play a game instead?"

Zhou Le: "..."

"Sigh, okay, then it's agreed that we'll only play one round."

So Zhou Le had no choice but to play another game with the other person.

It's just that they haven't played for a long time, their ranks have dropped drastically, and now when they go up, the opponents are all incredibly bad.

The battle ended in less than ten minutes, and we easily secured the victory.

"This round doesn't count, it was too fast. This isn't your style. We need to start another round."

Zhou Le: "..."

"No, what does a fast game have to do with me? It's probably because the other team is too bad. And winning a game quickly doesn't mean I'm fast too." "I don't care."

Zhou Le had no choice but to start another game. This time, he deliberately slowed down the pace, allowing his opponent to play back and forth. After winning again, Nazha was finally satisfied.

"Okay, that feels good. Go to sleep."

Zhou Le was about to put down his phone when Nazha said, "Wait a minute, I've been missing you so much lately. I was planning to spend Christmas with you, but I have an event that day that I have to go to."

I wanted to fall asleep to the sound of your voice tonight, so we talked on the phone like this.

Zhou Le gasped. Luckily, no one else was around today, and Nazha hadn't contacted him on Christmas, otherwise he would have been torn in two.

"Okay, I'll spoil you, so you can sleep while talking on the phone. But you know I don't snore, so you probably won't be able to hear me."

"It's okay, as long as the connection is there, I can hear you, but you can't hold the phone too far away."

"Don't worry, I usually put it on my bedside table. I also suggest you don't put it too close, otherwise there will be some radiation. It's hard to say whether it will have any impact, but it's definitely better to keep it a little further away."

"I know, I know, you're like a mother hen, pretending to be more mature than me even though you're younger than me."

"Hehe, I wonder who it is, even though they're older than me, they still insist on sleeping while on the phone."

"So what? Am I not allowed to miss you?"

"Haha, just kidding. Actually, I miss you too. It's great that we can meet tomorrow."

"Hmph, a man's words are just a lie to deceive women. I don't believe you really think that way. She may have you in her heart, but you may not have her in yours."

"Yes, I don't have feelings for anyone else, but having you is enough, isn't it? And I not only want to get into your heart, but I also want to weigh on you."

"Ugh, stop talking, or I won't be able to sleep. Goodnight."

After Naza finished speaking, she put her phone on the bedside table, plugged it in, closed her eyes, and prepared to sleep. However, after lying there for a while, she couldn't fall asleep. All she could think about was what Zhou Le had just said.

"Are you asleep?"

Soon after, Naza asked in a low voice.

There was no answer on the other end of the phone, only the sound of even breathing.

"Hmph, falling asleep so quickly, who knows what he was doing." Naza muttered to herself, but since Zhou Le said he was in a meeting, she was still willing to believe him.

All she could think about was going to the meeting tomorrow and seeing Zhou Le, but as she was thinking, a crucial question suddenly came to mind.

So he immediately picked up another work phone and called the makeup artist, telling her to come earlier the next day.

The makeup artist didn't care; she could go whenever the boss wanted, as long as the money was definitely paid in full.

Don't even mention going earlier; you can go now and wait until midnight.

To have such a big boss as a regular partner in one's career is something to be secretly happy about.

After hanging up the phone, she listened to Zhou Le's faint but even breathing during the call, and finally closed her eyes.

Gradually, she fell asleep.

Although Zhou Le was asleep, he was still thinking about Nazha's situation and didn't sleep too soundly. He kept thinking that he should wake up around four o'clock. As a result, he set his alarm for four o'clock, but he opened his eyes at 3:57.

I glanced at the time, intending to wake the other person, but before I could even open my mouth, I heard a mumbling sound coming from the other end of the phone.

Zhou Le tried to listen carefully to what was being said on the other end, but even with the phone to his ear, he couldn't understand it. Judging from the tone of voice, it sounded like Uyghur, but he had heard Nazha speak it before, and it was much clearer. What came from the other end of the phone sounded more like sleep talking.

"Ha, it can even talk in its sleep."

Zhou Le couldn't help but marvel.

I've never seen it before.

Zhou Le quickly woke her up. After calling her twice, Nazha's voice came through, soft and sweet, just like a kitten being affectionate.

Hearing this voice, Zhou Le sighed. It was only because the other person wasn't around that he couldn't help himself. If they were, he probably wouldn't have been able to resist.

"Okay, get up and get ready to wash up. I need to take a shower too, and then I need to pick out some clothes. I'll call you before I leave after I'm done."

"it is good."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and went to take a shower. When he came out of the shower, he looked at himself in the mirror. Although he didn't wear makeup, he still applied some skincare products.

After finishing everything, I took out the suit I was going to wear today and ironed it myself.

Finally, I changed my clothes.

After glancing at the watch in the box, Zhou Le ultimately decided not to wear it, as wearing such an expensive watch on such an occasion was somewhat inappropriate.

But actually, this watch was a gift from Wang Sicong back then.

Zhou Le then went downstairs, drove out the door, and found that Nazha's house was still quite a distance away from his. Although it wasn't as far as from the east side of the city to the west side, it was still one on the upper level and the other on the lower level. Now that the traffic wasn't so bad, it would still take about half an hour to drive there.

Zhou Le played songs all the way, and these playlists were carefully selected by him, partly because he liked to listen to them, and partly because they were suitable for playing for his singer friends in the car.

As Zhou Le listened to these songs, he remembered what they had told him before: that they would invite him to be a guest performer at their concert.

However, due to special circumstances this year, the concert could not be held, and the guest appearance was naturally canceled. But Zhou Le estimates that if the situation improves in a year or two, this industry will definitely experience a boom.

That's a done deal.

Although Zhou Le's main job is acting, he also has quite a few side jobs. He thought about it and realized that he could actually hold a concert, but he definitely couldn't do it on his own. After all, a person only has a few songs in their life, and only one of those songs is his own.

But if you really want to do it, you can bring along a few friends, like Deng Chao, who also has a few songs, and then invite a few other singer friends and some actors who have released a few songs.

Everyone can organize a variety show concert to entertain themselves. Anyway, it doesn't need to be in a big venue. A small venue with about 70-8000 people is enough.

But he only briefly considered this idea.

"Forget it, concerts are too difficult. My songs aren't even as good as Xiao Shenyang's. Even if I add the covers, I probably still won't have as many as those internet celebrities."

I'd rather be a guest at someone else's concert. Being a guest is pretty good; they're all top stars. If I do enough guest appearances, it'll practically be a concert in itself. (End of Chapter)