happy this month

After their group, there are two groups of performances. After all four groups of students have performed, the teacher will evaluate the scores.

Luckily for their group, the other groups had more problems than them, and in the end they really came out on top and qualified for theater performances.

That night, the students were congratulating in the small group and said they were going to the bar to open a bottle of Ace of Spades. An Jiayue saw Aite and replied, "The restaurant is closed tonight. You can play. Be careful to come back early and have a good rest." Oh, you worked hard today."

When putting away the mobile phone, the helper in the kitchen happened to see him and teased him: "Who are you texting with? Girlfriend?"

"How is it possible? I don't have time to fall in love." An Jiayue smiled, picked up the lobster soup, and walked towards table seven.

There is still no improvement in the dress of the guests at this table.

"Mr. He, you ordered lobster soup."

He Chen was cutting the steak, and the gesture with the knife and fork was very standard and elegant: "Okay, just put it here."

An Jiayue put away the soup, stood beside him with her hands down, and asked softly, "Mr. He, have you been busy recently?"

"Well, there are a few more projects on hand, but overall it's okay, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I haven't seen you these days, and I thought you wouldn't come again."

He Chen shook his spoon and spilled a few drops of soup.

An Jiayue picked up the tablecloth, bent down to wipe the soup spilled on the table, and got closer to him.

But He Chen leaned back, leaned on the back of the chair, quietly watched him wipe the table, and said abruptly: "I don't think it's appropriate for me to come to you all the time."

An Jiayue put away the tablecloth and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

He Chen raised his hand to push the glasses, but forgot that he wasn't wearing them, so he pushed in vain, looking a little embarrassed.

It was the first time An Jiayue saw him so uneasy, and she became even more curious: "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

"No." He Chen quickly denied it, but then he was speechless, silent for nearly half a minute, An Jiayue waited patiently for him to speak, and finally waited: "It's my fault, I shouldn't come to you again, but I can't help it .”

"Why shouldn't you come to me again..." An Jiayue paused, and suddenly realized that she was too obsessed with this issue. Randomly did a good job.

In essence, the relationship between them is just the relationship between the guest and the waiter.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked so many questions." An Jiayue's heart was inexplicably sour, like soaking in lemonade, feeling that the smile on her face was probably not very sweet, but she could only smile politely, "It's okay if you don't want to come , Always eat at one restaurant and you will definitely get tired of eating, so come and dine when you miss it in the future.”

He Chen shook his head lightly, and sighed inaudibly: "I miss you all the time, what should I do?"

Sentences without an object are easy to make people think. An Jiayue didn't dare to be sentimental, so she didn't answer the words easily.

He Chen quickly cleaned up his emotions, picked up the knife and fork again, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry to disturb your work, don't worry about me, I just wanted to visit you, and I haven't seen you since that day."

Speaking of that day, An Jiayue thought of that plate of sweet honey bread, and suddenly her heart stopped feeling sour, she pursed her lips and smiled: "Don't bother me, I'd love to chat with you."

"Don't use 'you', it sounds like I'm very old." He Chen said, "Don't say anything against your will, I know there are not many people who are willing to chat with me."

"how could be?"

"Because people often find me inaccessible."

"Really? But I think you are very kind." An Jiayue bent lower, put her hands on her knees, looked at him with her head tilted, and blinked, "There are many people who want to chat with me, but I just want to talk to you chat."

He Chen smiled, still with an imperceptible arc: "Do you say that to everyone?"

"No, it's the first time I said it."

He Chen raised his hand and rubbed his hair: "Then don't tell others about it."

An Jiayue was stunned, suddenly flustered for no reason, something bumped against his chest.

It was like his heart was beating too fast.

This seemingly honest man turned out to be provocative and careless.

He Chen didn't order much for this dinner, saying he still had work to do, so he left after eating.

An Jiayue didn't realize until she got home from get off work that she forgot to invite him to the show, so she sent another message:

[Mr. He, I'm going to perform on stage at [-]:[-]pm next Friday, in the school theater, are you free? ]

He Chen replied quickly, succinctly: [Well, I will contact you when the time comes. ]

An Jiayue bit her chopsticks to read the reply, and she didn't know where she was convulsed. Anyway, she was very happy and couldn't stop laughing.

Zhu Xinglei on the side looked confused: "Jiayue, what are you so silly about?"

Zhu's father picked up food for him, and knocked his son's head by the way: "Why do you care about so many people, Jiayue must be chatting with classmates, eat quickly, I have to clean up. Jiayue, eat slowly , working hard, right?"

Zhu Xinglei covered his head: "Dad, I don't want you to be so eccentric. I've been selling biscuits for a whole day and I don't see you feeling sorry for me..."

"You just put in a little effort, what is it called suffering? Jiayue has to study and work at the same time, come back to eat so late, and you still eat a bowl of supper, I'm so sorry... all the money I earn is used to feed your mouth .”

An Jiayue laughed out loud: "Did you hear that, eat less, and be careful not to find a girlfriend if you get fat."

Zhu's father: "That's right, look at you, how old are you and you still haven't brought a date back."

Zhu Xinglei: "Dad! I'm only twenty!"

Zhu's father: "I chased after your mother when I was twenty!"

Zhu Xinglei wanted to cry but had no tears: "Then why don't you talk about Jiayue, he is only one year younger than me."

Zhu's father: "Jiayue has to concentrate on studying now, and besides, he is so good-looking, how can he lack a partner? You should take care of yourself first."

Zhu Xinglei couldn't say no, and called for off-court assistance: "Mom—"

An Jiayue was holding a stainless steel bowl, eating leftovers, laughing at Zhu Xinglei being scolded by the united Zhu family couple, laughing so hard that she almost choked rice grains into her trachea.

Will he be able to find such an object in the future?Live a flat life, occasionally jumping around.It doesn't matter if he has money or not, as long as he loves each other sincerely, he doesn't have to be a big star.

It's strange, I suddenly want to talk about a relationship.

Friday night.

The performance was scheduled for seven o'clock, and the posters were put up on campus a week ago. After seeing the posters, interested audiences entered the theater one after another.

Most of them are students who come to observe the study or to watch a lively scene. There are not many teachers, and there are many grandpas and grandma who come here for a boring walk. Anyway, there are no tickets for entering the school and watching the theater. The theater of the Film Academy is very friendly to these surrounding residents For the elderly in the area, it is a good place to pass the time after a meal.

There are usually not many audiences for this kind of short work rehearsed by the students themselves, but because tonight's performers are said to be the number one in the performance department that has been on the hot search, more students come to watch than usual.

One hour before the show, all the actors put on makeup and styles backstage.The school doesn't provide help, you have to do everything yourself, and you are too busy.

An Jiayue plays a doctor in the play. He is invited to the island to attend a dinner party. The costume needs to be a more formal and gorgeous dress. He doesn’t have such clothes. The costume is borrowed from Wei Wu, a classmate in the same group. It is a custom-made suit and the price Thousands.

Although Wei Wu is quite a generous person, he said that it doesn’t matter if it is dirty or wrinkled, but every time he wears it, he will carefully put on the dust bag, take it home and hang it in the closet, planning to take it to the dry cleaner after the performance tonight Wash it and put it back.

When He Chen called and said it was time, An Jiayue had just finished putting on her makeup and hadn't changed her clothes yet. She went out of the backstage to look for him outside the theater, and saw him as soon as she went out.

He Chen was standing under a ginkgo tree by the side of the road. The branches had just sprouted small buds, but they were still bare. They looked a bit shabby, just like the people under the tree.

He Chen was dressed plainly as always, with black trousers and a blue shirt, and a thick army green coat over his head. He lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly. The reason why he was so eye-catching was that he was carrying a huge backpack and was carrying a A tubular bag.

Much like a maintenance worker who comes to fix equipment.

An Jiayue rested her forehead and sighed. After sighing, she walked up to her with a smile: "Mr. He!"

He Chen turned his head and saw him, his eyes lit up: "Jiayue, today looks better than usual."

"It's just makeup." An Jiayue said modestly, reaching out to carry the bag for him, "What's in here? Let me help you."

He Chen withdrew his hand: "No, there are cameras and tripods inside, which are very heavy. I'll take them myself."

An Jiayue couldn't hide her surprise: "Do you want to take a picture of me?"

"Of course." He Chen seemed surprised that he would ask such a question, "I thought you invited me because you wanted me to take a picture."

"No, I just thought you might be interested in this kind of performance. By the way, give me some feedback with your professional eyes, Director He Da." An Jiayue joked.

When He Chen heard this call, he didn't show the expected happy expression, but rather helpless: "Don't call me that, I'm not qualified."

Seeing that he didn't seem to be modest, An Jiayue continued tactfully: "Then congratulate the photographer. I'm so honored to have you take pictures of me and enjoy the treatment of being a big star for once."

"Thank you." He Chen smiled slightly.

After a few more polite words, An Jiayue led him into the theater and went to the reserved front row seats.As soon as He Chen was seated, he took out the camera and tripod in his bag and started assembling, and then adjusted the equipment. It seemed that the operation was very complicated. An Jiayue didn't know much about photography. Seeing that he didn't seem to need help, he planned to go backstage, but He Chen suddenly called stopped him.

"what happened?"

"Your senior, are you coming to the show?"

An Jiayue pondered for a while before realizing that he was talking about Xu Hui: "I shouldn't come. I haven't seen him in school recently. Maybe after you warned me, he wouldn't dare to bother me again."

"That's good..." He Chen seemed to have something to say, but stopped.

An Jiayue asked, "Is there anything else?"

He Chen looked at him fixedly, and said seriously: "Don't associate with him anymore, Jiayue, if you need money, you can find me, I have more money than him."

An Jiayue was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Hahaha... what are you talking about, am I sick and still dating him, am I impatient? I will never ask you for money, I never Ask anyone for money, oh, except my dad."

The laughter attracted the attention of passers-by, and An Jiayue suddenly realized that it was in a theater or a public place, so she quickly stopped laughing and cleared her throat: "Mr. He, I'm telling you the truth, Xu Hui and I... It's the senior, there is some relationship, but it's all his unilateral stalking, I never responded. It's not too much to collect money and gifts, he wants to do more things to me than this."

"Accepting is a kind of response. You are so smart, you should know this." He Chen hit the nail on the head.

An Jiayue couldn't hide it, and simply admitted: "Well, I was the one who was bad, I was the one who hung him up, but he deserves it, what's wrong with me playing tricks on him?"

"You seem to hate men."

"It's not that I hate men, it's that I hate men of his kind."

"Have you encountered anything before?" He Chen's questions were always sharp.

An Jiayue sighed: "It's hard to say."

He Chen stopped talking, just when An Jiayue thought the topic was over, He Chen suddenly asked: "Then do you have someone you like?"

This question was too direct, like He Chen's piercing eyes, it caught people off guard.

An Jiayue felt nervous for no reason: "I don't know... Maybe there is."

"What kind do you like?" He Chen pressed hard.

He looked at those dark and deep eyes, his thoughts were confused, and he blurted out: "I like people with beautiful eyes."

He Chen chuckled, the smile was deeper than usual: "Like Julie likes Bryce's blue eyes?"

"Hmm..." An Jiayue actually couldn't remember who Julie and Bryce were at this moment, she just wanted to quickly end this tricky topic and find an excuse to get away, "Mr. He, I have to go change clothes, please sit down Come on, I'll come find you after the show is over."

"Okay, I'll wait for you." He Chen said, "I hope you like the photos I took."

"I must like it."

An Jiayue waved goodbye, turned and ran backstage, her heart beating wildly, and at a certain moment, the movie to which those two names belonged popped into her mind.

He saw it when he was very young.

The title of the film is "Heartbeat".

The author says:

Yueyue: This honest man is damn good at flirting!

("Pounding Heartbeat", a classic youth campus romance movie, the hero is super handsome!)