Star II

Director Hou twitched: "Are you serious?"

I opened the door to see off the guest: "I appreciate your kindness, I am very grateful."

Director Hou tilted his head, and said to Mu Haoyan through me: "Help me persuade him."

Mu Haoyan replied ambiguously: "I will try my best, Brother Yuan, you have worked hard all day, go to rest early."

"You guys are resting, we have to have a meeting," Director Hou scratched his head, "Okay, I won't bother you."

Overdue.

I waited for him to take a step on the back, and immediately closed the door, leaving room for Mu Haoyan and me.

As a result, as soon as I turned around, I saw Mu Haoyan picked up the towel and changed clothes, and turned into the bathroom.

He must have done it on purpose.

Depressed, I sat back on the sofa, opened the sketchbook, and scribbled a few strokes, a blurred outline, a face whose facial features could not be seen clearly.

Mu Haoyan washed for 42 minutes, and when the steam came out, not only his clothes were neat but also his hair was dry.

I was very disappointed.

He put the changed dirty clothes into a bag and sealed it, then turned his head and asked me if I wasn't going to sleep after ten o'clock.

I said I didn't go to bed that early.

He looked at me: "I'll read the script for a while, don't you mind."

I closed the sketchbook: "I will be quiet."

"That's not what it means," Mu Haoyan pulled away the chair and sat down at the desk, "If you're sleepy, tell me."

He took out a thin booklet from the canvas bag, the cover was printed - "The Last Gravekeeper" [Film Version 1], screenwriter: Zhuang Wansong.

Mu Haoyan caught my gaze keenly, and explained with a smile: "Many film studios will prepare several versions of audition scripts to prevent the script from leaking, and it is possible that none of the scenes in it will be accepted in the end."

I said in a positive tone: "The producer is my mother."

Mu Haoyan's eyes trembled, and surprise flashed across his face for a moment.

I said, "Just because I don't read my mother's works doesn't mean I don't pay attention to her movements."

My mother has reached the pinnacle of being an actress. In recent years, the focus of her work has gradually shifted to behind-the-scenes. Using the contacts and insights accumulated over the past few decades, she has participated in the production of two films, both of which have a good reputation.She is like an engine installed on her body, never tires, and keeps climbing new peaks.

On the one hand, I blame her for putting her career above her family, and on the other hand, I expect her to succeed more than anyone else. It is a work created by her giving up getting along with me. It cannot fail, and its failure is equal to my failure.

Mu Haoyan lowered his head: "Sorry."

He had no reason to apologize, so I automatically took his apology as a signal to end the chat, shut up, and quietly watched him study the script and write notes on it with a pen.

Mu Haoyan would subconsciously nibble on the second knuckle of his index finger when he was fully absorbed in it. The white teeth and the red tip of his tongue were faintly visible, which made my cheeks feel hot and my blood rush down.

I think, I'm going to break my promise.In a closed environment, sitting next to a man who emits hormones all the time, it is really difficult to be quiet.

Huo Di stood up, I ran into the bathroom, turned on the shower to the maximum, leaned against the tiles, bit the corner of my clothes, and relieved myself.

A layer of mist soon formed on the mirror, distorting my flushed face.

After a heavy gasp, I washed my hands and patted my cheeks to keep the blush from going away.

Regarding my appearance, I am full of confidence, I should tell Mu Haoyan to taste my hormones too.

Unbuttoning two buttons and opening the collar, I bit my lower lip and pushed open the door, wanting to appreciate Mu Haoyan's expression.

Scared, stunned or surprised?

Unexpectedly, what he gave me was shock.

The room was empty, and the script on the table was taken away and replaced by a note.

——I'm going to the agent's room to discuss the script, don't wait for me, go to bed early, and I will wake you up tomorrow morning to watch the sunrise. ^_^

I stared at that smiling face for a full 5 minutes, then laughed angrily.

Yes, Mu Haoyan, it's so interesting, I like him more and more.

After tearing up the note and throwing it in the trash can, I hugged the pillow and went to bed.Since he voluntarily backed down, why should I be wronged.

Same as yesterday, I'm not even sure if Mu Haoyan came back to sleep, he woke me up at five o'clock in the morning according to the appointment.

I opened my eyes in a daze, moved slowly, and almost finished brushing my teeth and washing my face under his hand.The pajamas were not changed, so he found a long coat and put it on me, zipping it all the way to the top.Before going out, he even knelt down and helped me put on my shoes and socks. We didn't exchange a word during this period.

In fact, when he held my ankle, I was already awake, but the heat from his palm was so comfortable that I couldn't help being a little greedy.

The outside of the house was still immersed in the black world, and the wind blowing from the lake was oozing with coolness. Mu Haoyan walked in front of me and blocked the wind with his tall figure.

I shrank my neck and whispered, "It's cold."

He didn't look back: "After running for two laps, you'll get hot."

"Cold hands," I said, "can I put them in your pocket?"

Mu Haoyan finally stopped in his tracks and looked back at me. His black forehead hair hung down on his thick black eyebrows, and his gaze was focused on mine, creating an ambiguous aura.

I repeated: "Can I put it in your pocket?"

He let out a chuckle from his throat, untied his coat neatly, and put it on my shoulders.

"Let it go."

"..."

I frowned, and punched him into his coat as if venting my anger, it would be best if I could pierce his pocket!

He stretched out his limbs in a light tracksuit, and I was wrapped in two cotton clothes, dumb as a bear.

"Give it back to you." I pulled off my coat and gave it back to him.

Mu Haoyan scooped up the clothes with his long hands, and firmly caught the clothes that had almost fallen off the ground. He was not annoyed, and asked caringly, "Is it not cold?"

I squeezed out a smile: "It's not cold anymore, thank you."

He was in a good mood and walked briskly, leading me across a stone bridge to the lake.

There are several benches under the shady green trees. Mu Haoyan wiped the chairs with a paper towel and let me sit first.

I said, "Are you a clean freak?"

"I haven't," he said.

That's for me?

I have always been good at whetting people's appetites, but today I met my opponent.

Mu Haoyan sat side by side with me, leaning comfortably on the back of the chair, clasped his hands on his lap.

"I used to catch up with schedules and work until early in the morning every day. When I opened my eyes, I was on the roof of the nanny's car. I lived in a daze. I didn't know what night it was. Later, when I had time, every time I went to a new place, I would look at the daily schedule there. Come out and experience the arrival of a new day.”

His voice was slightly hoarse, mixed with strong emotions, and there was a spell-like power in the silent morning when the sun had not yet risen, which made my sober mind become dizzy.

The voice beside my ear stopped for a while.

Mu Haoyan said, "You've lost your mind."

maybe.

"You're not interested in my past."

This is a declarative sentence.

I rubbed my cheeks hard: "I didn't participate in your past, so there's nothing to care about."

He smiled: "Your ideas are always special."

I yawned: "Is there?"

He said: "Generally, if people want to get close to another person, they will try their best to understand him, including his past."

It turned out that I was not trying hard enough.

I argued for myself: "I have learned about you, I have checked your circle of friends, and I have saved dozens of photos on the Internet."

He retracted his gaze and looked up at the sky.

"Do you think you're seeing the real me?"

The dark blue sky became lighter and then darker, and a red glow floated on the distant lake, until the red halo spread, and the burning circle slowly revealed its light.

The sun has risen.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles every week;