Did Mr. Zhao succeed in confessing today?

The waiter puts the bottom of the prepared pot on the table, turns on the fire to the maximum, and then pushes in a cart to arrange all the dishes that can be served on the table.

Winter melon, cabbage, lettuce, cucumber, lotus root slices, yellow flowers, spinach, enoki mushrooms, vermicelli... At first glance, it can be said to be very healthy.

Jiang Yu snorted very softly, and then Zhao Weiming swapped the meat and vegetables with great foresight, and a large plate of spicy beef wrapped in red pepper and sprinkled with pepper powder was brought to Jiang Yu.

"After cooking, rinse with water before eating." Zhao Weiming said.

Jiang Yu: "Oh."

Zhao Weiming thought for a while: "Forget it, put it on my side, I'll give it to you after I wash it."

Jiang Yu: "..." I was really blind to fall in love with such a mother-in-law when I was in high school.

Zhao Weiming asked the waiter to bring two more bowls and a pair of chopsticks. One bowl was filled with hot water, and the beef was boiled in hot water once and then put into the other bowl. When it was full, it was served to Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu ate reluctantly. After eating half a bowl of meat and a few pieces of fish and potatoes, he put down his chopsticks, got up and left the box, and went to the front desk to pay the bill when he left the hot pot restaurant.

Zhao Weiming suddenly stood up at No. 11 minutes after Jiang Yu left, because the waiter brought in the drugs that Jiang Yu hadn't taken away.He was very flustered, afraid that Jiang Yu would just leave alone like that, but the scene he saw when he rushed out of the hot pot restaurant made him feel a fire in his heart - Jiang Yu was sitting in front of the Japanese food stall opposite, and there was a man holding his hand next to him. Leaning on the table, talking to him with a smile.

One can tell at a glance that the man is not a good guy, he is wearing thin clothes, leather jacket and pants, and there is a purple ring on his earlobe.

Jiang Yu waited expressionlessly for his curry ramen, ignoring the man completely, but the latter was very shameless, and smiled and asked the clerk's sister to add a glass of sake to Jiang Yu.

This is not the first time he has encountered this situation.As a behind-the-scenes worker, he is not well-known in the eyes of the public, but he can't help but have a good appearance, and there is a high probability of being approached wherever he goes.He had his own way to deal with it, but before he could use it, the man in the leather jacket was ripped off the high stool and thrown out.

Zhao Weiming boldly sat down beside Jiang Yu, moved the glass of sake two seats away, and placed it on the edge of the table with a bang.

"Get out." Zhao Weiming forgot the scarf, and the orange light didn't bring any warmth to his gloomy face. His eyes were frosty, his nose was erect, and his voice was cold.

"Since you have a partner, let's talk about it earlier!" The man in leather got up from the ground, glanced at Jiang Yu unwillingly, turned and walked into the nearby movie theater.

"Thank you." Jiang Yu stared sideways at Zhao Weiming. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the expression on his face was fake or real, but Zhao Weiming immediately restrained his expression.

Sure enough, it's still a fake.

Jiang Yu took the noodle bowl brought by the clerk, pulled out the long chopsticks, broke it open, picked up the chicken placed on the noodle, and put it in the mouth.

"Jiang Yu." Zhao Weiming called out his name, "If you don't like it or dissatisfied, just say so, okay?"

"I've said it before." Jiang Yu raised the corners of his lips. The scallions sprinkled on the surface looked a little annoying, so he picked them out of the sauce dish one by one, "But what's the use?"

Then before Zhao Weiming opened his mouth, Jiang Yu said "I'm sorry".

He is such a person, eccentric, self-willed and undisciplined, and hates discipline.He is very good at alienating, gagging the other person with an apology or gratitude against his will, and then walking away.This kind of person is not suitable for love, because both parties will be hurt by his thorns.And Jiang Yu was not enthusiastic, perhaps it should be said that the enthusiasm dissipated too quickly, and once the period of high emotions passed, he would not try to restore it.

He has tried several relationships, started with laughter and ended coldly, and then closed himself up, curled up like a hedgehog, with the thorns facing outwards.

Zhao Weiming opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.He turned around and went back to the hot pot restaurant, and brought over the shopping bags and scarves he had forgotten to bring.

Jiang Yu took another sauce dish. He poured some soy sauce, put half a sugar-coated egg lying in the noodle soup into it, dipped it in the sauce and ate it with a spoon.Because of a bad stomach, he ate very slowly. He ate a bowl of ramen for half an hour, then took all his things from Zhao Weiming's hands, and said "Sorry for the long wait".

After leaving the shopping mall, although the two still share the same umbrella, the sense of distance has formed silently, which is even more uncomfortable than when they suddenly heard that Jiang Yu had gone abroad.Zhao Weiming's eyes were erratic, he didn't know what to do.

When he returned to the set, it was just in time for the night show to end. Jiang Yu didn't go to celebrate Feng Xiaoqing's birthday. He sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a pen in his hand and the staff book spread out on his lap, humming a tune while writing.

There is rain outside the glass, and occasionally a few lonely lights can be seen in the night, and they go out, and then new ones light up.

This is a song written for winter, the rain, the soil, the dead leaves, and the strong wind. It makes people suffocate in the endless grayness every second, but at the end it reveals hope, as if the snow has fallen and smells the green grass. fragrant.

Jiang Yu's pencil wrote and erased on the top line of the score, and finally named it "1917" with the year minus a hundred years.

It was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and there were no footsteps in the corridor, maybe they went out to celebrate the birthday of the supporting actress and had a party.Jiang Yu finished thinking casually, put down the pen and paper, and stood up from the carpet.

The prolonged cross-legged made his legs numb, as if being pricked by needles, and his vision also began to blur, and he was groggy, unable to see any light.

Jiang Yu reached out to hold the French window, and slowly leaned up. When the darkness in front of him disappeared, he saw the night and the sky outside the window from the corner of his eye, and felt a sense of falling in his heart.He immediately retracted his eyes.

Cold sweat oozes from his back and wets the innermost shirt. Jiang Yu took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, then walked to the sofa, picked up his pajamas and went to the bathroom.

He fell asleep.

Maybe it's because of a cold, maybe it's because I slept too long in the afternoon, maybe it's because my body hasn't adapted to the time in the East Eighth District, but insomnia is not a rare thing for Jiang Yu. I have insomnia all the time, but it is very slight, and I usually fall asleep at two or three o'clock at night.

But today, he heard the noise on the side of the road after the city lifted the restrictions on trucks entering the city in the early hours of the morning, heard the sound of stores buying goods and rolling shutter doors being opened, sanitation workers sweeping the streets, and then heard birds chirping.

—a sleepless night.

With a pale face, Jiang Yu called for breakfast at the hotel, then took out the script of "Jing Qiu" from the suitcase, and flipped through it while waiting.But Jiang Yu couldn't stand it anymore. His insomnia all night caused his heart to beat fast, his breathing was difficult, his throat felt like it was burning, and it hurt even to drink water.

He looked at his tongue and throat in the mirror, and put his hands on his forehead. Fortunately, he didn't have a fever, but according to the situation, he had to take some medicine.Jiang Yu dug out the pack of cold medicine from the TV cabinet. It was used to reduce inflammation, relieve cough, treat rhinitis, and reduce fever. He took out a bottle of loquat cream, and stuffed it back half a second later.

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