To Goddess

When a person doesn't know what to do, keeping silent is the best way. Haven't you said it all? You have the right to keep silent. In order to protect the rights that I can rarely exercise, I will not speak.

Of course, the picture is not what you imagined. She looked at me motionlessly, her assistant stood beside her with resentful eyes, and I was like a little daughter-in-law. The scene was very quiet.

In fact, it is like this, because today I made up the shoot, adjusted some makeup artists and costume artists, and there are temporary lights, the background is very noisy, the director shouted this and that, and a lighting engineer passed me by. I bumped and didn't even say I'm sorry.

While she was looking at the script in front of me, the assistant had already gone to prepare her costume for the next show.

So I was the only one standing mentally handicapped in the studio.

But why should I stand?

I have to admit that her deterrent effect on me is still there, and I am still very afraid of her.

So I backed away a little bit, trying to disappear out of her peripheral vision, and left.

But my little trick was only a little bit realized, she suddenly crossed her left and right legs, turned a page of the script, and said lightly: "Take another step and try."

To be honest, her voice is very low, much lower than the "props and props" that the director yelled all over the audience, but I just heard it. I dare not move anymore.

After she finished reading the script, she put it aside and stood up suddenly. The windbreaker on her body fell off naturally. I reflexively stepped forward and caught the clothes, just like a teacup falling from the table on TV. He was immediately caught by a master at a normal speed.

I think a little faster, maybe I can act as a martial arts master?

Seeing me like this, she was also a little dazed, then suddenly laughed and said, "Well done." After she finished speaking, she looked at me, her eyes were full of love for pets.

I returned the clothes to her in embarrassment, she threw it aside and said, "I still have a few scenes to shoot."

I was relieved to hear this.

She added: "It's free from 7 to 8 in the evening, let's have a meal."

My breath tightened instantly.

She didn't give me a chance to refuse, and went directly to filming.

After going downstairs, it was obvious that Chen Ling was much more excited than me. After taking a few photos, she took a rest and immediately grabbed my hand and asked me why Roy asked me to go up and why.

The anticipation in her eyes made me very uneasy, and I felt that if I didn't explain the situation to her, or if she heard the truth from someone else, she would break with me.

Don't ask me what position it is to break off friendship, I don't know the pure one.

Knowing the truth from other people’s mouth is the best way to cultivate friendship. In fact, people just don’t think it’s necessary to tell you all the big things in life, but you happen to pay attention to that matter again, thinking that she didn’t tell you. Take it to heart.People, don't take yourself too seriously.

But Chen Ling is very important to me now, because she is related to my source of income.

I watched her brush her eyelashes and said, "Well, do you remember when I was a freshman, I told you that I like a goddess?"

Chen Ling hummed, and changed her eyes, "Yes, I have been wanting to ask you about this for the past few days, but I have always forgotten. How did you and the goddess end up?"

I smiled: "We got together later."

She gave a faint oh, and said very bluntly: "It seems that we broke up."

My heart skipped a beat, then I glanced left and right, and after making sure there was no one around, I leaned forward and said to her, "That goddess is Roy."

After hearing this, she shook her hands, pressed the mascara directly on her eyelids, and slid a long black line, then turned her head and looked at me in horror.

"You, you, her, her, you, God!" She excitedly flicked the mascara vigorously, which made me very worried that it would be thrown on my white clothes, and she said again: "Roy! It's upstairs That Roy? Roy?"

I'm right, it's not Zhang Wei, it's Roy.

Chen Ling was so excited that she didn't have a chance to ask me the details, because she was dragged away by Sister Chen, and when she left, she called her an idiot. Everyone puts eyeliner on her eyelids, but she was so stupid that she could even put mascara on it.

But if she really asks, I can't tell you how much, that's the way it is, I chased after her, I caught up with her, we were together, and then we broke up, that's all.

Maybe Chen Ling will ask, why did you break up.

Why did you break up? It seems that many people are obsessed with the question of why lovers break up, but everyone clearly understands that sometimes there is no reason for breaking up. We really want to be together in this life.

It's a bit embarrassing to say that. A few times ago, I said that my love for Roy was unmatched.

Not to mention, at the beginning I only believed that the greatness was emotion, but in the end I was powerless to see clearly that what was strong was fate.

Who can resist fate?

Anyway, I can't.

At night, I was still thinking about how Roy was going to make an appointment with me, when the phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number.

My heart skipped a beat, and the first thing I felt was Roy. How should I describe this feeling? It’s like walking away with her once when my phone ran out of battery and I got separated from her. I felt that she would be waiting for me in a jewelry store. I went there , she was really there.

Although she said she was just passing by to buy a headband, she still laughed at me for being so flustered at such an age, and going back to school at worst.

But no matter where I found her, I have a good understanding with her.

It was indeed Roy on the other end of the phone. She said, "Wait for me in the parking lot." and hung up the phone.

When I walked to the parking lot, I saw her leaning against a car, pressing her cell phone and eating ice cream. The parking lot was too empty, which made my walking sound very loud. She looked up at me, then put her phone away, and said: Biting the spoon.

This glance reminds me of the scene when we first met.

I was only a freshman at that time, a seedling.

I met her at the entrance of the school supermarket. Spring came just after summer. She was dressed in cool clothes. She stood in front of the refrigerator and looked in. When I passed by, she took out an ice cream from it.

Then a boy suddenly appeared from some shelf, stopped her when she was about to pay, and saw that she actually said to the cashier, "I treat her to eat."

I just thought in my heart, is it a bit cheap to strike up a conversation, an ice cream is only a few dollars, and then I thought, she should refuse.

But she calmly took three more from the refrigerator, put them in a bag, and left without turning her head.

Her departure was very handsome, leaving the boy in a mess in the wind, and it also made me follow her away inexplicably.

At noon, the alumni were almost taking a lunch break. I always remember that moment, she was walking on the tree-lined avenue, and I followed behind with a small backpack. This image is so strong that I now When I jumped out of my own identity and looked down from the sky in the third person, I felt very beautiful.

This is the first time Roy and I met. The sunlight hit through the gaps in the leaves and passed through her. A few seconds later, the same beam passed through me behind me. At that time, I just followed without taking it to heart. Thinking about why in the future, now I understand, the slight emotion that breeds is called tempting.

I thought she bought four of the same ice cream to distribute to her roommates, but she never expected that she ate all of the ice cream on the way, and ate it very cleanly.

I also asked her about this later. She thought about it for a long time and finally realized that instead of answering directly, she asked me first. It turns out that the person who has been following me is you.

I said yes yes yes, you actually know.

She took one look at me and said, I thought you wanted to eat my ice cream.

I:……

Maybe it's really possible, my eyes were too eager, but Roy, you have to believe me, the object of my desire is you, not ice cream!

After this time, I wrote down her dormitory number. I don’t know why I wrote it down, but I just wrote it down anyway.

After eating the ice cream, Roy threw it in the green trash can, told me to get in the car and disappeared at the other end of the car.

I struggled between the co-pilot and the back seat for 3 seconds, and finally decided to open the co-pilot's door. I thought I was sitting in the back, and if I got nervous later, I might ask Master Roy to open it slowly.

Before the seat belt was fastened, she drove the car out. The atmosphere was terribly quiet. She didn't turn on the music, and the only sound in the car was our breathing.

She didn't ask me what I wanted to eat, but took me directly to a Chinese restaurant, and put on a cap and mask when I got off the bus.

I almost forgot she was a star.

The whole meal was unusually quiet. How can I describe this kind of quietness? If I use the usual method of elementary school students to write essays, it is so quiet that even a needle can be heard on the ground. I don’t think it is too much.

We were in a box, and we were the only ones in the box.

And from the beginning to the end of the meal, we didn't even have a conversation. She didn't say why she suddenly wanted to eat with me, she didn't ask why she ran away in a hurry that night, she didn't ask why she broke up with me, and so on. It made the manuscript I had already typed, but it was useless.

After eating, she asked me my home address and sent me directly downstairs.

The lights downstairs in my house are dim, which is the most suitable for young couples to have an affair, such as in the corner where few people pass by, in the dense grass, or in the corridor where the lights are flickering.

But she didn't get out of the car, she didn't press me against the wall and kiss me passionately after goodbye, she didn't want to refuse, half push and half give up, lingering, but she drove away without even saying goodbye, leaving me alone Eating her car exhaust and waiting in place.

So what am I looking forward to, isn't it just right to have a meal again after a long absence?