what is the relationship between us

Xu Kaici was stunned for a while, and then immediately laughed. This elementary school boy was much braver and decisive than he imagined, and he had nothing to worry about.

It's time to worry about yourself, he said with a wry smile: "You may have to sleep on the sofa, but school will start soon, so it will only be a few days."

Meng Xinci didn't even need to ask, he knew that Xu Kaici made Xu Chunye unhappy again.In connection with the previous matter, Meng Xinci asked, "Because you messed up the blind date?"

"Well, I said that I was gay in front of the girl, and told the girl not to contact me in the future." Xu Kaici nodded. The blind date yesterday was really bad. He should have been more vigilant from the beginning, what kind of family friend? For a dinner party, he would even believe such a reason.

"Then your parents know?"

"I must know, my dad kicked me out of the house, but fortunately, the small apartment my grandmother bought me won't sleep on the street."

Although Meng Xinci himself would never shrink back from Wan Junxiu, he was still shocked when he heard Xu Kaici say that.He thought that Shanghai was open and inclusive enough to accommodate all his emotions and secrets, but he didn't expect it to be impossible and there would still be voices of opposition.

Xu Chunye has been in the art circle all his life, and his vision should be more open and tolerant than others, but even Xu Chunye feels ashamed of this kind of thing, even his own son is kicked out, let alone others.

He suddenly understood why Wan Junxiu didn't want Meng Xinci to come out.

It's a pity that I understood it too late, let alone a person is like this?The seniors spread out all the experience and all the stakes to the juniors, but there are a few juniors who will listen.

Meng Xinci suddenly felt a little bored, went downstairs by buying vegetables, and wandered aimlessly on the street.

The weather has been bad recently, it will be almost ten o'clock, but the sky in Shanghai is still gray, not only that, there is also a thin layer of fog blocking the sight.

There was a crossroad ahead, and because of the heavy fog, Meng Xinci couldn't see the traffic lights clearly and didn't know which direction to go.

He suddenly didn't know what to do with himself, really—no idea at all.

He even began to worry that if he liked Wan Junxiu so much, it would be a disaster from the beginning, not for himself, but for Wan Junxiu.If he really made this matter public, someone would follow the clues and know that that person is Wan Junxiu, how should Wan Junxiu gain a foothold in that small city by himself.

Thinking of this, Meng Xinci couldn't help but feel his nose sore, his nose sore and sore, the feeling that his whole nasal cavity was filled with pain after taking in a breath of cold air, which made him cry.

He lowered his head and covered his nose, feeling that as long as he didn't continue to breathe in the cold air, his nose wouldn't be so sore.

But the teardrops as big as beans did not stop falling because of this, and fell to the ground in big drops.

Meng Xinci—At first, he just covered his nose, but then he pinched his nose tightly, until he couldn't breathe.

Now he really thinks about it, really wants someone to tell him what he should do, as if he is wrong no matter what his next step is.

Meng Xinci couldn't help sending Wan Junxiu a message. He didn't beg Wan Junxiu to point him in a direction, but just hoped that Wan Junxiu could talk to him, even just a word.

He asked Wan Junxiu: "If it's a foggy day, how can I move forward?"

Wan Junxiu has been restless lately. Ever since he knew that Meng Xinci had written a story, he couldn't sleep well.He didn't know what Meng Xinci wrote, let alone how many people would see this story.

If you see it and just pass it off as a story, if you take it seriously—contact the author himself, will Xinci be implicated, or be treated strangely by others.

These are all things that Wan Junxiu is worried about. As for himself, it seems that they are not within the scope of his consideration.

He is unknown, even in this small city, few people know him, he has made no outstanding contributions, and there are no heroic deeds worth telling.The only thing that can make others look at him more is that he is still sitting in a wheelchair.

Wan Junxiu was very scared, afraid that Meng Xinci would cause a lot of trouble because of this incident.Whether he is successful or not is not the first thing to consider here. He is only afraid that Meng Xinci will encounter trouble and injustice.

He saw the message on his phone, but he didn't know how to answer it for a while.The two of them seem to be walking in a thick fog now. Meng Xinci's sentence "We will have a future" has made Wan Junxiu feel uneasy now. Every time I think about it, I feel unspeakable. In the future, what should be done in the end to achieve a happy ending.

Wan Junxiu saw another piece of news, which was still a question, and Meng Xinci asked him: "Do you think my liking is something that bothers you?"

Wan Junxiu didn't know how to answer this question, he never felt that Meng Xinci was bothering him, no matter what he did, Wan Junxiu was always happy when he saw Meng Xinci.

But most of the time, he was asking himself whether it was because of his indulgence that Meng Xinci was so deeply involved.

If this is the case, then it is me who is wrong, and I am the one who caused trouble for Meng Xinci.

Wan Junxiu thought for a while, and typed out a line of words with difficulty with the knuckle of his little finger. After much deliberation, it seemed that he could only answer Meng Xinci in this way.

He said: "Just keep going forward without distraction, don't be afraid, but if you get tired, then you don't have no way out at all."

The sky was shining, and suddenly it was sunny again.Meng Xinci burst into tears when he saw the news, and stared at the news for a long time.

He typed a lot of words and wanted to ask a lot of questions, but after thinking about it, he deleted them all.

He just stood by the side of the road for a long time, staring at the news and thinking a lot.After a long time, I continued to walk forward. It was a bit cold outside, so I had to hurry back to the apartment, at least the cold wind was not likely to blow in.

No matter what, you still have to buy food, eat food, and live your life.

Meng Xinci felt that he was worthless, and when Wan Junxiu ignored him, he cared about him and regarded the future as his motivation to move forward.Wan Junxiu was willing to pay attention to him, and he was able to talk to him well, and he took this light-sentence as the motivation for him to start again.

If Wan Junxiu had a banquet, Meng Xinci felt that he must be the most greedy guest.Regardless of whether Wan Junxiu really entertained him happily, or Wan Junxiu held him a grand banquet with malicious intent, Meng Xinci would willingly sit down and drink three hundred cups.

The toast was drunk well, and the fine wine was also willingly drunk.

Xu Chunye thought that Meng Xinci would never come to the theater again, and he didn't show up for three days. Unexpectedly, he entered the theater on the fourth day and saw Meng Xinci diligently cleaning.

——You have a thick skin.

Xu Chunye thought so in his heart, but it didn't show on his face.

He ignored Meng Xinci and didn't look at Meng Xinci for long.Anyway, it's enough for me to settle down. As long as I don't nod to Meng Xinci's story, no one will cooperate with him.

Unexpectedly, Meng Xinci came up by himself, and he handed the revised script to Xu Chunye again, asking Xu Chunye to show him again.

When Meng Xinci said this, he was cold and indifferent. He had already expected that Xu Chunye would not try his best to help him.Since he can't help, Meng Xinci can't control so much anymore, he added a few plots that were rejected by screenwriter Zhang before.

For no other reason, he just felt that other stories could be deleted, adapted, or even changed to be quite different from the original idea.Only this is not enough, without a single plot, the story would not be complete without one.

Sure enough, Xu Chunye just flipped through it casually and returned it to Meng Xinci, evading by saying that Meng Xinci is now fully responsible for the story, and he can decide for himself.

This sentence happened to be what Meng Xinci wanted to hear. He nodded, his eyes flickered - a little light, and he said: "Well, I understand, maybe the other seniors are very busy, and they probably don't have time. Talk to me, can I want those drama school students?"

"How can I do that? They don't have the ability to play yet, I think you really want to use yourself up." Xu Chunye refused.

Meng Xinci laughed instead of anger, he tilted his head slightly and squinted his eyes, looking serious and casual, "Anyway, teacher, you didn't intend to make "Where I am" on stage, who and how I use it, I can only use it. It’s my petty trouble, since that’s the case, why not let them rehearse with me.”

The first day Meng Xin resigned from work, he had already thought about it. When the new semester starts, some students from the School of Drama will come.They don't have any scripts and it's their turn, and when they come, they are just doing chores, or acting as a small supporting role that is not salty or not.

When Meng Xin resigned, he would go to them and beg them. No matter whether he could move to the stage or not, he would always finish the matter.

No regrets, is the most satisfactory ending.

Sure enough, Meng Xinci found a few handsome college students, and they were willing to cooperate with Meng Xinci.Meng Xinci was embarrassed to make them work for nothing, so he bought them several hot pot meals in a row, and someone gave them some money.

They are soft-handed and cannibalistic. A few students are really cooperating with Meng Xinci.

Meng Xinci also said that it was the first time for him to carry such a heavy burden, and it might be the last time for him.If there is something wrong, just sit down and discuss it together, don't think it is a job at that time, just treat it as a mutual learning.

They couldn't find a rehearsal venue during the normal time, and most of the time they would spend time in the stairwell-checking their lines over and over again, or they could only borrow the venue after everyone else finished work.

During that time, Meng Xinci-Pedestrians left the theater and it was dark.

However, Shanghai is a city that never sleeps, and the lights are brightly lit at night. Even if a few people are walking on the road, they are still thinking about actions and lines.

No one asked how this story came about. It’s useless to ask so much, just go forward and do what you should do.

On the day of the final audition, Meng Xinci became quiet instead. He mingled with the small audience and just sat and watched quietly under the stage.

It's amazing to say the least, Meng Xinci chose a protagonist who is usually nothing unusual, with makeup and costumes on, and the lighting is so bright, he really looks like Wan Junxiu in his twenties in a trance.

Meng Xinci watched him say what Wan Junxiu had said before in the audience, and suddenly he was in a daze, not knowing whether it was reality or an illusion he had given himself.

But as soon as the curtain call was over, Meng Xinci immediately came to his senses again. He used his rich ink to create a happy ending for himself and Wan Jun, but in reality it was far from this ending.

The author has something to say: Happy Lantern Festival

感谢在2021-02-2411:54:37~2021-02-2611:45:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: 1 Agou brothers from the WIFI team;

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