Conscientiously making soy sauce

The water temperature was slightly high, but it was just right for Shohara, who was sticky and sticky after a fever, and even when he was a little weak, he could smell a familiar smell after soaking in the warm water.What is the scented candle on the bay window that is not JOMALONE?

When did he buy this?And it happens to be his favorite taste, many movements and things seem so familiar and natural.

Peng Hanwen... Could it be?Zhuang Yuan suddenly interrupted his thoughts, some things are better not to be touched, some people are better not to remember, some life fragments are more suitable for him to travel endlessly in the future if they can be sealed.Since he has all the memories again for unknown reasons, he can remember the ghost of Forbe he saw in the last world.He originally thought that he would not harm other people, and would not let people have too much concern for him.

He is just a passerby, a passerby who walks quietly without roots.

But after all, the old man was kept waiting for a long time.

Maybe, he should keep his distance from people more.It is precisely because of this reason that he did not build an orphanage in this world, but only donated money and materials to sponsor it.

Don't leave faint traces of passing by, don't leave the constant concern and unforgettable care, this is another expression of his gentleness.

Forget it, don't think too much about it.He closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed the package of water, enjoying the gentle massage wave after wave.

"Zhuang Yuan, are you alright? You're not in good health and you can't soak too much, you're getting up now." Hearing Peng Hanwen's voice, Zhuang Yuan rubbed his temples, but fortunately he reminded him, otherwise don't really soak until it becomes soft All the white fungus.

After drying off his body, he changed into pajamas and walked out of the bathroom. He saw Peng Hanwen put a glass of water on the cabinet, "Drink some water, your mouth will dry up."

Then Zhuang Yuan looked at the man in a daze as he touched his forehead with his hand like a familiar habit, and said with relief, "Well, the fever has finally subsided. Then I will go to the guest room to rest first, and you should have a good sleep. Tomorrow the body It should be fine."

Before Zhuang Yuan could react from the sudden attack, he had already left.

uh, gone...

Forget it, after the fever, the brain has long since fallen into the ancient 386 system, no matter how much it can be delayed, Zhuang Yuan didn't bother to bother, and leaned directly on the bed, he was taken aback again.The sweaty sheets and quilt were replaced with new clean ones, and Zhuo Yuan's expression became more and more strange.How could a stranger, a person who had just met once, try his best to achieve such a level?

But he didn't want to think about it.

Zhuang Yuan was woken up by the early morning sun. The warm winter sun mischievously entered the room, shining brightly.Zhuang Yuan sat up, his mind was still a little confused, but he suddenly remembered that he had a fever the night before... Uh, he was completely paralyzed, what a shame.After sleeping until this time, Director Peng should have left too.

After washing up, he pulled the cotton slippers and walked out of the room, Zhuang Yuan was taken aback again.

A dark blue Zojirushi thermos cup was placed on the table with a glass top, next to it was a paper bag containing biscuits, and a note was left.

He went to the table and picked it up, and it was written in a smart way, "Zhuang Yuan, I suddenly left for a while in the morning, I asked someone to buy you porridge, and there are side dishes in it. Take a good rest, if there is anything wrong Call me if you feel comfortable, and I will come over this afternoon to check on your situation."

There was a number and Peng Hanwen's name on it.

Zhuang Yuan thought and thought, and finally dialed the number, and just after dialing, he heard the deep and magnetic male voice "Zhuang Yuan?"

"Director Peng. Thank you so much last night. I also troubled you all night." Zhuang Yuan replied politely.

"You rest first, drink the porridge, and I'll come back in the afternoon."

"No need, in fact, my body has recovered. If Director Peng has something to do, don't bother..."

"No trouble." There was a hint of a smile in that serious voice, "If you are in good health, then I will talk to you about the notebook, and I can start it up as soon as I can communicate with you."

"...Okay." Thinking about it, the director came to communicate with him yesterday, but he was forced to work as a nanny for half a day because of his illness.Having not slept well at night, Zhuang Yuan opened the thermos, and inside was thick preserved egg and lean meat porridge.The sesame seed cake is his favorite salty flatbread.

Shōhara heated the milk in the microwave, sat down quietly and ate breakfast.

Porridge, salty and crispy flatbread, and deep-fried crunchy fritters...will it?

Zhuang Yuan shook his head and put this thought behind him.It is good that Wan Qian can be with him for the rest of his life, even if he reappears, he will lose his memory, so he shouldn't expect too much.

Sometimes too much disappointment lies in hoping too much and expecting too much.Just as if he hadn't traveled through time back then, he was still the congenital heart disease patient who could fall asleep at any time, so he never expected anything.When you die, you don't feel uncomfortable or painful.Control emotions and impulses, put everything in a small glass bottle, and weigh any emotions carefully on a balance.

After a good meal, I wanted to tidy up the clothes and wash them again, but saw that the clothes had been washed and dried on the balcony of the guest room.The quilts in the guest rooms are clean and tidy, but there are no traces of people staying overnight.Zhuang Yuan went to the kitchen, walked around the living room, and cleaned everything.A certain familiar feeling is getting stronger.

Looking blankly at the living room and the kitchen, Zhuang Yuan finally just picked up a book and flipped through it, reading the passage of time in the book, watching the changing time inside.

After a simple lunch, he continued to nest on the sofa, but after a while, seeing the sweet and warm light on the balcony full of temptation, Shohara moved to the balcony again, and directly settled in the pile of soft cushions .Zhuang Yuan picked up the things Yu Guoping gave him and continued to read. One story has been changed, what story will be changed next?Is it because there are always lights in an abandoned old house at night, or is there a Tai Sui found somewhere? ?Or is someone always able to travel thousands of miles overnight?

Anyway, it's basically something that can be said clearly in one sentence.

But he still needs to see if the previous book can be used. Speaking of which, director Peng also said that he wants to talk to him about the book, so it’s better to wait until the book is shot to see the effect. , It's better to find a hotel in Hainan to stay for a few days.

In this winter, his house is almost moldy, and he urgently needs to dry it under the bright sun.

Under the sun, Zhuang Yuan felt like he was roasted and half-fused butter, his whole body was almost soft to the cushion, and he wanted to sleep comfortably.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, Zhuang Yuan stood up and opened the door, only to see Peng Hanwen coming over with another thermos bucket, wearing a thick black down jacket, with snow still falling on his shoulders.

"This one……"

"It's cold, I bought something here. You need to make up for your illness. It contains chicken soup. I invited the chef to cook it myself. I bought grass chicken. There is no MSG or too much seasoning in it. It is harmful to your body. Good." Peng Hanwen put down the thermos first, and then took off his coat, which was a dark blue cashmere sweater.

"This is too much trouble for Director Peng."

"It's nothing to trouble, you can drink a bowl first." Peng Hanwen went to the kitchen and found a bowl, poured the chicken soup and handed it to Zhuang Yuan.

Delicious, still hot chicken soup.

"You sit down first, what do you want to drink?" Zhuang Yuan smiled, "Black tea? Lapsang Souchong or Keemun black tea?"

"Let's have milk tea." Peng Hanwen rubbed his hands, "Don't you like milk tea? It's more comfortable to drink hot ones like this? By the way, I also brought some cocoa powder. If you want hot cocoa, you can just brew it. I have milk tea or regular Shan Xiaozhong, you can choose whichever is more convenient. I won’t be polite to you anymore.”

Zhuang Yuan took a serious look at him, then lowered his head, "Then I'll make milk tea."

"What's Director Peng's opinion about the book?" Zhuang Yuan sat on the cushion, half-closed his eyes in the sun, as lazy as a cat.And Peng Hanwen also sat casually, without the appearance of a serious and serious director.

"I read it, and I think it's pretty good. I just want to discuss some details with you." Peng Hanwen still maintained a serious face. What kind of ghosts and ghosts are there. We are materialistic, and we must have socialist core values. To make more people believe in science, ghosts do not exist."

"We must get rid of superstition, let everyone know that everything needs science, and we must think in a scientific way. Instead of listening to the wind and rain based on rumors and rumours. Even if you don't go to the hospital, just think that you can dance a few dances with two witches. The idea of ​​curing diseases needs to be put an end to it.”

Zhuang Yuan silently rolled his huge eyes towards the sky.

He has encountered ghosts several times in the last world, okay?Back then, he was still light-weight and could attract Yin Qi at any time.At that time, why did no one come to ask him to use the core socialist values ​​to explain that he was strangled, stared at and called by ghosts?Oh, what other wonderful dramas from past and present lives.

"I think your entry point is very good, mainly suspenseful." Peng Hanwen took a sip of milk tea and continued, "But I want to add a little bit of supernatural ingredients, so that it will be more attractive."

"Spiritual?" Zhuang Yuan frowned his beautiful eyebrows.

"That's right." Peng Hanwen took the notebook and pointed to a certain paragraph, "You only wrote the wind and people's doubts here, and added a little folklore, but these are small things. Then if we add a paragraph here How about ghosts? Basically, there are rumors of ghosts and ghosts in every place. As long as they have them, we will put them on it. I want to let you read them and know the results. For example, there are temples on the mountain, and the temples always have some legends, such as It’s not ghosts, is there zombies, or has there been any sayings, vixen, ghosts”

"Zombies can be used, right? Anyway, it's close to Xiangxi, and you can use any kind of corpses or zombies." Peng Hanwen went on to say, "It's not a lie. As long as there is such a saying, then we can use it."

"Yes, there are also sound effects. You can put more scary sound effects here. For example, in the deep night, there are sudden footsteps on an empty mountain road, and no one can be seen step by step. Or there is a sudden scream, It’s very scary to be extremely sharp and rendered, well, I can put the sound effects in my movie last time for a try, so that there is no need for actors to be in the scene, and the cost can be saved a lot.”

"Well, the lighting must be darker and more eerie. Some eerie red light should work well, and if the camera uses a trembling shooting method, it will be more immersive." Peng Hanwen rested his chin, thinking of Be more careful.And this kind of detail made Zhuang Yuan feel that something was wrong.

"Director Peng, what kind of film do you usually shoot?" Zhuang Yuan became more and more wrong as he heard it. He asked directly, "Before I was sick, I never asked Director Peng. It's very presumptuous to think about it, but now I suddenly ask."

"Me?" Peng Hanwen smiled, showing his big white teeth, "I've always made ghost movies, and I only shoot ghost movies. So Zhuang Yuan's book is still very suitable for me. Definitely won't accept it."

I'm sorry, Zhuang Yuan almost spit out a mouthful of milk tea.

Let a director who is good at ghost movies make a popular science movie that breaks superstition?

A Psychic education in materialism and socialist core values?What was Yu Guoping thinking?Can this shot be any better?

What kind of ghost can come out of a suspenseful book and a supernatural director?Zhuang Yuan felt completely unimaginable.

"This..." Zhuang Yuan was troubled.

Peng Hanwen didn't seem to notice Zhuang Yuan's entanglement at all, and he was still discussing the details with him in high spirits, "What do you think about changing this a little bit? And here. By the way, I want to change this paragraph, what do you think? change?"

No matter how entangled and unreliable, Zhuang Yuan still sighed resignedly, and seriously revised the details with the director Peng in front of him who has been making professional ghost films for 100 years.

When it was basically finalized, it was already dark outside.Zhuang Yuan stood up, "I'll warm up the things you brought, and I'll make porridge in the afternoon, if you don't mind, just have a simple meal here."

Peng Hanwen nodded, put the notebook aside, and said in an unusually natural and smooth way, "I'll help."

Zhuang originally wanted to refuse, but his heart moved, he nodded: "Then I will trouble Director Peng to help."

Peng Hanwen smiled and rolled up his sleeves neatly, helping out in the kitchen, not caring that maybe the kitchen fumes would smoke his high-end cashmere sweater.

As soon as Zhuang Yuan stretched out his hand, he got the bowl, without even raising his head, he knew that the people around him had prepared the seasoning for him.Every move is so familiar, as if after many years of running-in, they have already connected with each other, and they can know the habits of the people around them without saying a word.

Feeling more and more familiar, Peng Hanwen's every move is so like a certain person.But Zhuang Yuan didn't dare to admit it or say it, fearing that he would be disappointed and think too much.

Under the warm yellow light, the two sat at the dining table to have dinner, and the atmosphere was as harmonious as they had been together for decades.

It's just that neither of them pierced the layer of paper, they were testing each other and guessing each other.

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