happy this month

At three o'clock in the morning, the house next door began to ping-pong-pong-pong as usual.

The walls of the old house are permeable, and the distance between the households is very close. Whenever there is any movement, the neighbors in all directions can be woken up.

An Jiayue turned sideways and pulled up the quilt to cover her ears, but with little effect.But he was also used to the noise, and fell asleep again after a while.

When he woke up again, there was no sound of people walking next door.

At six o'clock in the morning, he gets up, washes up, and rides to school.

The film school is between the restaurant where he works and his home, and it takes a quarter of an hour by bike.

As usual, he first went to the breakfast stall at the school gate to buy biscuits in line. The biscuits sold by this "Zhuji Biscuits" were fragrant and crispy, and they were also very cheap.

"Leizi, here's a pickled plum."

The short-haired young man who was busy packing sesame seed cakes for the last guest looked up when he saw him, and smiled innocently: "Jiayue, it's so early, did I wake you up?"

Zhu Xinglei's family is the one next door to his house.

I heard from his father that when he first moved into this house in the early years, he couldn’t sleep because of the sound of pots and pans in the middle of the night. He couldn’t bear it anymore and went to the next door to knock on the door. The man who opened the door was full of flour, his face was dark, and he kept bowing. Apologize: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, our family must meet at this time, otherwise we won't be able to catch up with the morning rush hour."

The man was Zhu Xinglei's father, and over ten years later, his son also inherited his father's mantle.

Class solidification is hard to break.Among the residents in their area, he was the only one who jumped out of the shabby low-level ordinary people's circle, half a foot into the glamorous show business circle in the eyes of outsiders.

His father is always stationed at the construction site, and he goes to other places for construction every now and then. He goes there for a month. Although he will send living expenses, he can't take care of him after all. Seeing that he is alone, Zhu's parents always ask him to eat together and raise him as a godson. .After his father found out, he gave the living expenses directly to Zhu's family.

Zhu Xinglei grew up with him, one year older than him, and stopped studying after graduating from junior high school, so he was very envious of him being admitted to a university, and he was also a top film school in the country. He always said: "When you become a big star in the future , I’ll go around showing off that I’m your best buddy!”

Very simple and kind family.

There were a few students peeking at her. An Jiayue lowered her head slightly, and smiled shyly: "It's okay, I'm used to it. Anyway, I have to get up early to do my morning work."

"No.1 is just different, really hardworking." Zhu Xinglei took out a hot biscuit from the stove, wrapped it in paper and handed it to him, "Here, plum dried vegetables, if you don't have enough, I'll be here before ten o'clock Sell."

"Got it." An Jiayue threw five yuan into the money box, there was no need to be polite between the two of them, and Zhu Xinglei didn't shirk it.When I was leaving, I heard some students talking behind me: "Look at the one pushing the bicycle, he seems to be the number one in the acting department in this freshman year."

"Yes, yes, it was on the hot search a few months ago."

"It looks so good-looking and recognizable."

"I heard that I didn't even take the art test class."

"so smart……"

An Jiayue took a bite of the biscuits, the aroma overflowed between her lips and teeth, and she couldn't help but curl her lips.

The freshman class is very tight, not as easy as the high school teacher described. After the morning exercises in the morning, the performance class starts at [-] o'clock, and the group performance assignments assigned the day before are handed in. Take notes, class is over until noon.In the afternoon, I continued to hand in the homework that was improved with the team members at noon, and the teacher continued to find faults. In the blink of an eye, another half day passed.

The other students still had time to continue rehearsing after five o'clock, but An Jiayue had to rush to the restaurant to work.

Most of his classmates are from good families and don’t understand his difficulties, but they understand his absence from the night’s rehearsal very well: “It’s okay, your part has been performed very well, and it will definitely be fine to go on stage tomorrow.”

An Jiayue smiled: "Thank you, then you guys will work hard."

Of course he's fine, and it's not him who gets picked on by the teacher every time.

The French restaurant is open today, no one is hosting a banquet, and there are not many guests, only seven or eight tables on a freezing day. The well-dressed men and women whispered in the flickering candlelight and clinked wine glasses.

After An Jiayue arrived, she went to the locker room to change clothes as usual. As soon as she entered, she heard Chen Xing swearing: "Fuck, that motherfucker asked me to clean the locker room! It's not my job, I'm her servant !"

When An Jiayue came out after changing her uniform, Chen Xing was still scolding, "What's so prestige about a foreman?" He went straight to the lobby, where Sun Tingting was asking the guests for their opinions on the restaurant.

"Miss Ting."

"What's the matter, Jiayue? I'm busy."

An Jiayue leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I seemed to see a cockroach in the dressing room just now, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye. I don't know if it ran out. What if a guest sees it..."

Sun Tingting turned pale with shock.

Let alone cockroaches, even if a small flying insect appeared in such a high-consumption restaurant, her job would not be guaranteed.

"I'm sorry, I have something to do temporarily. My colleagues will listen carefully and record your valuable opinions." Sun Tingting said with a smile, and hurriedly stuffed the opinion book and pen into An Jiayue's hands, and said in a low voice, "I'm going to the locker room. If you see it here in the lobby, let me know immediately."

"Good Miss Ting."

An Jiayue turned her head and continued to respectfully ask the guests for their opinions on the restaurant environment, service, dishes, etc.

After asking questions at this table, he maintained a standard business smile, and then walked to the next table: "Hello, sir..."

His smile faltered.

The guests at this table are not well dressed.

It's not sloppy, it's just a plaid shirt and jeans, which really don't fit the atmosphere of this French restaurant.

Like a student who just walked out of a polytechnic university.

"What's the matter?" The other party raised his head, eyes still lowered, his face was unexpectedly mature, about 27 or [-], with thin lips and thick eyebrows, a high nose bridge, very handsome, wearing a pair of rimless oval glasses, gentle, just hair Slightly long, curled at the end, a little rough.

Even if it has not been carefully taken care of, it is also the level of appearance that stands out from the crowd.

It doesn't look like a student in this way, like a programmer who has no time to manage his personal image.No wonder you can afford a Steak Wellington at RMB 888.

"Sir, I'm sorry to bother you. It's like this. In order to improve the service and quality of our restaurant, I want to hear your opinion on dining tonight. Is it convenient?"

The man's voice was low and slightly bitter: "I haven't eaten anything, I just lost love, and I'm not in the mood."

An Jiayue looked down. Indeed, the steak on the plate did not move at all.

It is not allowed to inquire about the privacy of the guests, so he can only comfort politely: "Sir, I am sorry for not being able to notice your mood in time and bring you a pleasant dining experience, but I believe that next time you will definitely bring your favorite Girls come back to our restaurant again."

"My partner is a man." The man said coldly, with a blunt tone, which seemed a little unnatural.

An Jiayue was taken aback.

It's strange for a person to disclose his sexuality to a strange waiter.

The man might be too disappointed, he didn't care what others think, pressed his frowning brows, and sighed deeply: "I didn't even eat a meal and left, it seems that I really had enough of me."

An Jiayue couldn't interject, and stood quietly aside, when the man suddenly asked, "Am I too bad?" as if talking to himself.

"Sir, you are not bad at all." An Jiayue seized the opportunity and said softly, "Please don't belittle yourself."

"Really?" The man raised his eyes when he heard the words, slightly startled.

The moment their eyes met, An Jiayue felt that the person probably didn't have eyes.

The man's eyes were half covered by the disheveled forehead hair and rustic glasses, but he could still see the depth in them, as dark as a deep pool. When he stared at him, his heart trembled slightly, as if he had fallen into it. I can't get out.

The film academy has never been short of handsome guys, but most of them are young and energetic. An Jiayue has never seen this type, and she sincerely admired: "Well, really, he is already handsome now. But if he changes his look a little, maybe it will be even more handsome. handsome."

The man seemed to be interested: "How to change?"

An Jiayue pointed to her forehead: "For example, the bangs are parted, revealing the eyebrows and eyes."

The man fiddled with his bangs and divided them in the middle: "So?"

An Jiayue looked at it carefully for a few seconds, then shook her head: "Maybe it's better to put your head on your back, I'll give you a try, forgive me."

He leaned over and stretched out his hand, took off the man's grandfather's glasses with worrying taste, gently brushed away the messy hair on the man's forehead with his fingertips, gathered it up, flipped it on the top of his head, and his eyes suddenly brightened: "This is so much more handsome. "

The man looked at him in a daze, his movements were still, and his breathing seemed to have stopped.

"Sir?" An Jiayue withdrew her hand. In the silence, her smile gradually became flustered. The secret path was terrible, and she was fascinated by the beauty, so she started to attack by accident, "I'm sorry, sir, I was too rude. Don't take it seriously. I just, just..."

He tried to save him, pretended to be pitiful on purpose, bit his lip, drooped his brows and eyes, as if he was too scared to speak.

The man came back to his senses: "It's okay, thank you for your suggestion, I'll go back and try. By the way, what's your name?"

An Jiayue blinked, and pointed to the name tag on her chest: "My name is An Jiayue, sir."

"He Chen." The man stretched out his hand, "Nice to meet you."

An Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief, and shook him back: "I thought you asked my name to sue me, it scared me to death."

"How come, you make me feel better." He Chen put on his glasses again, "It's a kind of fate to meet you today."

An Jiayue smiled and said: "Yes, there are so many cities in the world, and there are so many restaurants in the cities, but you just walked into this one. Who said it wasn't fate?"

He Chen's hand wearing glasses paused slightly: ""Casablanca"?"

"Hey, you've seen it too?" An Jiayue was quite surprised, "I misappropriated it a little bit, but I didn't expect it to be heard. It's embarrassing haha."

"Not awkward, well used. Do you like movies?"

"Well, I've seen a lot."

"It's a coincidence, so am I."

Whether it's a coincidence or a bragging, An Jiayue doesn't know, but He Chen's demeanor is gentle and upright, unlike those middle-aged greasy men who brag all day long, so he just took it seriously and said politely: "I have a chance to discuss it with you. "

He Chen seemed to be smiling, but the smile was very faint, and one could tell that this person didn't usually smile very much.He stood up and took out a card from his wallet: "Please pay the bill."

An Jiayue took it and found that it was a platinum credit card.

Sure enough, it is a programmer.

"Mr. He, but you haven't eaten yet..."

"Tonight's meal is not worth eating anymore. I'll come back tomorrow." The man said softly, "Tomorrow...can I name you to serve?"

Also named, is this a nightclub?

An Jiayue replied politely, "I'll be here tomorrow. If I'm free, I can come and serve you."

The man left, leaving a table of expensive dishes untouched. It seemed that he attached great importance to this meeting, but it was a pity that he paid by mistake.

But if you want to treat him as a new target, you will only make mistakes.

An Jiayue glanced at the back of He Chen who turned and disappeared at the restaurant door, shook her head sighingly, and went on to ask the next table for dining advice.

The cold wind on a winter night was too biting. The man who came out of the restaurant tightened his coat collar, walked quickly into the parking lot west of the restaurant, and got into the co-pilot of a BMW. The moment he turned on the heater, he let out a sigh of relief. Taking a deep breath, he stroked his forehead hair, took off his bulky glasses, put them on his lap, and leaned back relaxedly.

Sitting in the driver's seat was a young man in his early twenties. His eyes were small and slender, and the tails of his eyes were slightly lifted. The dark circles under his eyes caused by his indulgence made his face look sluggish, but his tone was excited: "How is it? Did you see it?"

The man gave a faint "hmm", turned on the stereo in the car, his ears were bombarded by the sudden explosion of electronic music, he frowned and turned it off again.

"What did he tell you? Did he seduce you?"

The man didn't answer right away, but he couldn't help but recall the hand that was stroking his forehead just now in his mind - warm and soft.The owner of the hand was a beautiful boy, just an adult, with a face so pure that he seemed to be ignorant of the world, his frown and smile matched with the mole of tears, but it gave people a very lustful feeling, and it was easy to make people fantasize about it.

It does look like seduction.

But it shouldn't.

A child is a child after all, no matter how sophisticated and scheming he is, his words and deeds can't hide his innocence, he can only deceive fools.When he proposed the nomination service, the fleeting disdain in his eyes was too blatant.

Those who obviously hate men but still please them, and those who do not fulfill their wishes are often poor people.

"Just chatted for a while." The man thought of something again, and curled his lips imperceptibly, "It's a hit."

The young man in the driver's seat said fiercely: "That's not true, he is the best at pleasing people. I dressed you up like this, he must think you are honest and easy to deceive, and if you show your money occasionally, he will definitely entangle you , you just play with him, after cheating on the bed..."

"Go to bed?" The man suddenly glanced coldly over.

The young man shrank his neck, as if he was afraid of him: "I know you are straight, I didn't let you really sleep with him, help me take some nude photos of him..."

"Don't do anything illegal."

"...It's fine to help me catch him. In short, I have to teach him a lesson."

"Acting is not my specialty." The man stretched his long legs, feeling uninterested, "He is young, and he made some mistakes, and it is understandable, why do you bother so much."

The person in the driver's seat was unhappy: "I don't like to be tricked. Anyway, you are free recently, so you can do me this favor. When you needed my help, I didn't say anything."

The man frowned slightly, looked at the crescent moon covered by dark clouds in the night sky, remained silent for a while, and finally sighed helplessly amid repeated begging: "I will try my best."

The author says:

("Casablanca", a love story of revived love, quotes the original line: There are so many towns in the world, and there are so many pubs in the towns, but she walked into mine.)