A Slacker's Snowy Night

Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty-Three

"We're going to discuss something more important," Li Wenchuan said.

Jiang Hansheng gave Lin Yu an encouraging look that said, "Hang in there, working man," deeply wounding the heart of Lin Yu, who was basically on a 007 schedule.

Yang Luo'er drifted outside their conversation. He had not watched the Spring Festival Gala in years anyway. The holiday atmosphere at home was always the same—stagnant and lifeless, no better than usual. Maybe his younger sister would hook up with some rich young master again this year and not come home on New Year's Eve. If nothing went wrong, she would spend every future New Year at someone else's house. If something did go wrong, she would come home crying early on the first day of the new year.

Year after year, it was always just those things.

The moment he heard Lin Yu mention work, Yang Luo'er's ears perked up. "A film crew? You're still going to keep working?"

Lin Yu was wounded by Yang Luo'er once again. "You don't have work either?"

Yang Luo'er did not understand why Lin Yu looked so sad. He said frankly, "I can't find work. Does your crew need anyone? Just take me on as an errand runner. I'm not picky."

"You're going with Lin Yu's crew? If I remember correctly, you're filming overseas, right? By the time you come back, it'll be long past the New Year. You're not celebrating it?" Jiang Hansheng asked in surprise.

He found Lin Yu's workaholic nature hard to understand. He worked almost all 365 days of the year—either working already or on his way to work. Since he did not make television dramas, and movies could not have him as the lead every time, he even took supporting roles with barely any