Midsummer of Eden

Strange to say, when Zhang Chi saw Yin Jueming for the first time, he did not see his face, but a large white back.

When he went to pick up people at dusk, he made a special trip to put all the miscellaneous things in the car in the warehouse in order to make room.It's just that I didn't expect to see no one at the town, and the other party didn't even get out of the car.

The man in the passenger seat was Qin Shuo whom he had met before.Qin Shuo poked out half of his head from the co-pilot window: "I can't get in your car! The front leads the way, and the rear follows!"

Zhang Chi didn't speak, he shifted the gear nimbly, turned around and drove at a leisurely pace.

The house is three kilometers outside the town, on the independent hillside, where you can see the whole town, and walking is usually enough.

The house is a two-story structure, pure wood, and can still taste the flavor of a Nordic country house enterprise, but the structure is not complicated, flat and generous.The two roofs are next to each other, and the first one is for Yin Jueming. There is a living room and kitchen on the first floor, an attic bedroom on the second floor, and an extended balcony.The next building is where Zhang Chi lives with his grandmother.

It was still raining, and the old lady was standing in the rain holding an umbrella just by the light at the gate of the courtyard.

Zhang Chi pulled the brakes and leaned over, leading the old lady's hand into the house.

Qin Shuo didn't know when he got out of the car, put on a decent suit, took out his pocket, and handed Zhang Chi a cigarette: "Brother, this is it?"

"My grandma. These two houses are connected to each other from the outside, but they share the same fireplace." Zhang Chi said as he took out the key, but instead of picking up Qin Shuo's cigarette, he put the key in his hand, turned his head and patted Rain on the old lady's shoulders, "You guys settle in the house first, and I'll come to the bedroom on the second floor."

The old lady at the side looked at Qin Shuo with a smile instead: "Are you the screenwriter?"

Qin Shuo smiled and said hello to the old lady: "I'm not, I'm still in the car."

Zhang Chi took the old lady's hand and went in. Before closing the door, Qin Shuo heard the old lady muttering: "I said, the visitor is not kind. We all went to the gate of the town. No one gets out of the car, and we don't see each other..."

Qin Shuo's expression changed, thinking that Zhang Chi drove over to pick them up in the rain, and the old lady was waiting at the door again.At the door, he lit the cigarette that Qin Shuo hadn't picked up, stomped his feet at the door, and then went to the Jaguar behind and opened the rear door.

Qin Shuo bent over and shouted two words: "Jueming, Jueming!"

Yin Jueming was wearing Qin Shuo's leather jacket, curled up on the back seat and woke up staring dazedly.

He had a fever when he woke up in the morning, and he was dizzy after a two-hour drive. At this moment, there were leather marks on his cheeks, and a little sweat on his neck. His eyes were still empty: "Is it there?"

"How are you?" Qin Shuo saw that he didn't look very well, but he couldn't move his eyes from the reddened skin, "I'll buy you some medicine with them later."

Zhang Chi had just hung up the old lady's damp sweater next door when he heard some movement next door, as if he was carrying something up.He put his coat casually on the sofa and went out, only to see that the car behind him was already empty.No one in the back seat.Turning around again, the driver has come out from the next door.

Zhang Chi called Mr. Qin a few words, but no one answered, so he walked down the stairs to the bedroom on the second floor.

The bedroom door was facing the stairs, and the door was ajar.Zhang Chi's gaze gradually moved up from below the horizon, and he was suddenly dazzled by the snow-white body inside the half-open door.

It was a very graceful back, with a youthful curvature, and a clean complexion. When you bowed, you could see the bulge on the skin along the spine from the neck to the back of the waist.Probably it was a bit hot, and the light came through the window, and a fine layer of sweat could be seen on the skin.

Qin Shuo was sitting on the edge of the bed, behind this body, Zhang Chi saw him taking a deep breath on his cigarette.If Qin Shuo noticed it from the corner of his eye, he suddenly shot at Zhang Chi behind the door who had not yet reached the second floor: "Mr. Zhang!"

Yin Jueming suddenly turned his head because of this sound, but Qin Shuo moved faster and pushed the door behind him in two steps.Therefore, before the door closed, Zhang Chi only had time to see a side of the man who hadn't fully looked back.

Five minutes later, Qin Shuo opened the door again, and he was no longer as unhappy as he was just a moment ago.

Zhang Chi was boiling water on the tea table under the stairs, when he heard the door opening, he glanced up from below, and saw the man behind him over Qin Shuo's shoulder.

Yin Jueming was wearing a white thin shirt, and his black hair was slightly curled in front of his forehead, which seemed a little lingering.The most sensitive thing is the eyes, attractive.There is a pine branch that was broken off from nowhere in his jacket pocket, which suddenly makes people think of a poem: "The moon shines among the pine trees."

The teacups on the table were neatly laid out, Zhang Chi's eyes quickly closed, and he cast his eyes on Qin Shuo again, and said with a smile, "It's ready? Can you introduce me?"

"This is our screenwriter, Yin Jueming, Mr. Yin." Qin Shuo said a little bit about their team and their love for this place, saying that this place should be chosen for future filming.

Yin Jueming himself is 28, and he is considered young in the screenwriting industry. After studying abroad, he followed their studio and won two awards for his scripts.Whether it is writing scripts or adapting a certain story, he is a master. According to the words of many older generations in the industry, he is a dreadful young man with a bright future.

"Excuse me, sir's name is Zhang—" Yin Jueming sat across from him, his ending rising.His voice is clear and mellow, like the sound of jade, which is very intriguing.

"Zhang Chi." He raised his eyes and gave him a straight look.

Yin Jueming smiled at Zhang Chi's gaze, and ignored the second part of his sentence: "One Zhang Yi Chi, the way of civil and martial arts, a good name."

Zhang Chi also laughed, and poured hot tea into the cup in front of Yin Jueming: "Dude, you can treat yourself as your own when you come here. If you need anything, just say it. I live next door to my grandma, so I won't bother you."

"Now that we know each other, let me tell you a little bit about the next period of time." Qin Shuo sniffed the tea, put it down again, and said to Zhang Chi, "The main thing is three meals a day, and Mr. Yin was looking for a closed environment, so it’s best not to be disturbed by anyone, and the environment should not be too noisy. I remember Mr. Zhang, you are making wood, wood..."

"Carpentry."

"Hey, where do you usually work?"

"Stay away from here. It's not in the way, and it's not too loud."

"Excellent." Qin Shuo took a sip of tea, tilted his chin to the next door, and said, "Where's your grandma?"

Zhang Chi thought for a while, and then said: "The old lady also likes to be quiet. The first floor next door is a bookstore. Occasionally, students will come to borrow books and chat. I told you about this situation before. There is nothing else. What about it?" , I am often not at home during the day, sometimes I save lunch in the morning, and sometimes my grandma cooks the meal by herself, and then just be one more person.”

"Okay, everything else is fine." Satisfied with this, Qin Shuo stood up and shook hands with Zhang Chi.

"The bookstore?" When Yin Jueming shook hands with Zhang Chi, he seemed very interested in it, "Can I visit it?"

"Of course. If you want to write something over there, it's completely fine." Zhang Chi smiled at him, then turned to Qin Shuo, "Brother, call me later if you need anything."

"Yes, I almost forgot about this." Yin Jueming took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and handed it over, "Anyway, there is no signal here, so you will keep it for me first."

"The wireless network is still connected." Zhang Chi said.

"It seems that there is no problem to use the computer to look up information." Yin Jueming smiled at him, and Qin Shuo took the phone away.

Zhang Chi sent people to the door, while Yin Jueming sent them all the way to Qin Shuo's car.

Qin Shuo rolled down the car window and asked him, "Is there really no need to buy medicine?"

"No need." Yin Jueming smiled with his hands behind his back, his figure swaying back and forth.

"Then can I go?"

Yin Jueming didn't speak, but moved the back of his hand twice.

Zhang Chi turned his back to him and couldn't see his face, but he must have a smile on his face.He lowered his head and drank a cigarette, and suddenly remembered what he said just now, Yin Jueming is already 28, four years older than himself.How could the back he saw in the attic bedroom have a youthful curvature... Thinking about it, Zhang Chi took a deep puff of cigarette just like Qin Shuo at that time.

At the same time, Qin Shuo who was not far away stretched out his hand, pinched Yin Jueming's wrist hanging beside him, and said softly, "I'll pick you up in four months, huh?"

Yin Jueming pulled his wrist out, turned his head subconsciously, unexpectedly met Zhang Chi's gaze, and was stunned for a moment.Zhang Chi lowered his head to smoke, and was busy restraining his expression when he heard the sound of the engine, and within 2 minutes a pair of small leather shoes appeared in front of him.Looking up, Yin Jueming's eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Can I have a cigarette? Zhang-chi?"

Zhang Chi was smoking Furong Wang, and he lit up naturally after passing the cigarette to the other party.The other party wanted to strike up a conversation, and skillfully approached him against the wind, Zhang Shuo stared at him for two seconds: "I thought you don't smoke?"

"That's right." Yin Jueming even skillfully changed hands, "Many people say that, what will I look like, and what will I look like. In fact, they all guessed wrong."

He doesn't smoke like a normal man.Generally, when a man smokes, he looks ruffian and rough, just like Zhang Chi.

Yin Jueming's fingertips holding the cigarette are very elegant, and with his aura, even when he is puffing, he looks very elegant.

"It's like you don't look sick now, but you may actually feel uncomfortable. Are you okay? Is it motion sickness, a cold, a fever? There are medicines at home, so you don't need to buy them."

"Excuse me, I have a low fever." Yin Jueming said in a low voice.

Yin Jue was very interested in going to see the old lady's study, but unfortunately he was powerless.He collapsed on the big bed in the attic, dazed, dazed, his back covered with sweat.He knew it, but he couldn't move his body.In his vague consciousness, it was completely dark.The window was closed in the room, there was no wind, and there was no light.

There was movement next door.Although the two steeple rooms are separated by a wall, the stairs leading to the second floor share the same structure, presumably a symmetrical structure.The wooden stairs were creaking, and Yin Jueming became more conscious. He heard that the sound was definitely not from the next door, but that someone had come to him.

The footsteps lingered at his door for a moment, the creaking sound also stopped, and then the sound of turning around and walking away.

Yin Jueming thought in a daze, why hasn't Zhang Chi's medicine arrived yet?

When I opened my eyes again, it was the light of day.

He went to bed early last night and went to bed before seven o'clock, and now he wakes up before six o'clock.

Yin Jueming turned his head to look out the window, the mica-like sky of yesterday had disappeared, replaced by a huge blue sky that was still a bit black, with a crescent moon hanging above his head, and dawn had dawned in the east.

There was a glass of water covered with a tissue and two pills by the bed.His consciousness was drowsy yesterday, but he thought he could still feel the human voice. As for when Zhang Chi came in, he had no feeling at all.His whole body was sticky, and there were thin quilts on his body.

Yin Jueming stripped himself naked, pushed open the window, and stretched his legs and feet in front of the full-length mirror by the door, facing the morning light behind him.I just feel refreshed all over, and the Lingtai is clear, which is really good.