salt by salt

Wish to match virtue, hand in hand.

Don’t fly, make me perish.

I hope my virtue can match with yours and be together hand in hand.If I can't fly side by side with you for a hundred years, the result will make me fall into love sorrow and want to die.The origin and implication of this sentence are not good, but considering Song Cheng’s experience of entering the entertainment industry at a young age, maybe he just saw the previous sentence somewhere and thought it was good, so he engraved it, and he felt sweet That sounds very cultured.

I smiled helplessly, put the seal on the bedside, and sent him a message: Big fool, why did you engrave all the names wrong?

Song Cheng replied quickly: because I could only engrave one character in one stroke, but I made a mistake at the beginning, and it was difficult to correct it.You know it's me.

I teased him: But when I saw this, I felt that someone gave it to me, huh?Won't you be jealous?

Song Cheng: No

Song Cheng: Next time I will give you another one, don't think like that again!

I laughed and chatted with him for a while, then Song Cheng called directly, which startled me: "What's the matter?"

"It's too slow to send messages." His voice was gentle. He had a cold in the crew before, but now he was a little hoarse when it came through the radio waves, "I want to hear you."

My face was hot, but I didn't know what to say.He raised the topic intimately: "Lao Luo said that our photos were exhibited, did you know that?"

This incident made my heart sink, and the smile on my face faded.Fortunately, Song Cheng on the other end of the phone couldn't see anything, I kept my voice excited, and said with a blank face: "I know, March No. 16... This Friday is the day after tomorrow. Will you go? "

"I had an ex-friend who came to see me that day, but I couldn't go. Are you free, Jun Yan? It must be very interesting. Remember to talk to me when you come back." Song Cheng said softly, "But Lao Luo said, no matter what the auction takes How much money, you have to treat us to dinner at night... I should be able to come back by then."

"Yeah." I responded with a lack of interest, and I only hoped that Lao Luo wouldn't urge me and Song Cheng to confess at the dinner, I haven't figured out how to explain it to him yet.Song Cheng seemed to hear that I was absent-minded, he called me softly: "Jun Yan, Jun Yan?"

"Ah—what's the matter?" I quickly recovered, but Song Cheng was silent for a moment, and after a while, he whispered: "I love you."

"I love you baby too." I replied reflexively, and asked confusedly, "Why are you saying this all of a sudden?"

He said gently: "I just want to tell you, I want to say that to you all the time. It would be great if I could stay with you every day... How is your brother doing? Is there enough money for treatment? Do you need it?" Need my help?"

"No, he's much better. It's just that he got worse during the Chinese New Year and scared me." Although I was a little guilty, I replied in a natural and flawless tone, which just made my heart a little heavier. "Take care of yourself." .If the company doesn’t have any arrangements recently, I should take more rest...The acting tutoring class and so on have been moved back. Being busy all day long is not good for your health.”

"I know." He said with a smile in his voice, "You too, don't always work the night shift, you'll have dark circles under your eyes."

We chatted stickily for a long time again, until the phone was a little hot.Song Cheng asked me to rest early and asked me to hang up the phone first.Looking at the call interface but not being able to press it, I suddenly felt a little lost, knowing that the day after tomorrow would have to face a possible bad ending anyway, so I couldn't help but say, "I don't want to hang up."

"Then turn on your phone and put it next to your pillow. Don't put it too close, it will cause radiation." His voice was deep and warm, with a reassuring sense of reliability, "I'll tell you a bedtime story when you fall asleep Hang up after you catch it, okay?"

"...Okay." I was already in my pajamas, so I lifted the quilt and curled up.He stretched out another hand to touch the screen of the phone, and closed his eyes according to his orders, but asked itchy in his heart, "What story do you want to tell?"

Song Cheng seemed to be holding back his laughter, and he said softly, "Shh, don't talk, just sleep well. Cough, the story I want to tell is called Sleeping Beauty. A long time ago, there was a very big country. This country has How big is it, about the size of three or four B cities..."

"How can there be such a metaphor?" I kept my eyes closed as he said, and couldn't help interjecting at this time, "And it's a country, even three or four B cities are small."

"Okay. But this is a European country. Considering that the small country in the Middle Ages was not very big, it is okay to say so." Song Cheng accepted my rebuttal, thought for a while and explained, "And you are now an important person. Sleeping babies, don't always think about logic problems, bedtime stories are illogical."

I closed my eyes and muttered, "OK, OK, keep talking."

"The king and queen of this country have never had children, and they did not have a son until they were 40 years old. This child is very beautiful, with hair as black as ebony, skin as white as snow, and lips as red as blood..."

"It's too much!" I laughed out loud, "This is Snow White."

"Good-looking people are all similar in appearance, I just borrowed an adjective." Song Cheng was helpless by me, and ordered me to stop, "Do you still want to listen to the story? Don't talk anymore, sleep well!"

I snorted twice, and heard him continue: "They were very happy and decided to hold a grand banquet to celebrate. They invited relatives and friends, and also invited female prophets. There are thirteen female prophets in the country, but the banquet There were only a dozen gold plates on which they were served, so one of them was not invited and stayed at home."

"The atmosphere at the banquet was very lively. At the end, the twelve prophetesses who attended the banquet gave the child the best things. The first witch said: I want to give him a beautiful name, so I named the child Jun Yan."

When I heard this name, I immediately thought he was a little childish.Song Cheng's voice was a little hoarse, and now he was telling the story slowly, which was really hypnotic.I felt very comfortable listening to it, and drowsiness gradually enveloped my whole body, so I changed my mind and thought that it was Song Cheng who was telling the story, and he wanted to arrange me to be a princess, so I had no choice but to be a princess.

"...the second witch gave him good looks; the third gave him riches; the fourth blessed him with great power; the fifth gave him wisdom, and the sixth promised blessings. He is healthy. The seventh witch said, I will give him good luck that no one else can match; the eighth witch will give him shining morality; the ninth witch, well, let me think about it, what will she give ...Yes, she wants to give the little prince Jun Yan a popular personality, and people like him wherever he goes."

I was a little sleepy at first, and Song Cheng was thinking while talking, so the pace of the story was very slow.As I listened, I felt that his voice was getting farther and farther away, but I didn't know what was being said in my ears. In the end, I couldn't hear anything clearly, and I fell into a dark sleep.

I slept well that night and had a strange dream.I dreamed that many Song Chengs were wearing wizard's robes, they didn't look scary, but they were a little dazed and cute, and they all whispered to me what to give.I find it funny and wake up feeling happy.

The dream is very relaxed, but the reality seems a little unfriendly.

No matter how hard I think about it, Friday is irresistible.I was also very irritable on Friday afternoon, which is usually full of expectations. I frequently flipped through my phone, and even Sun Ning asked me if I was okay.I shook my head, because there was nothing to do, she asked me to go back to rest, saying that my anxiety affected everyone's mood at work.Accepting the implicit concern, he forced a smile at her.

This exhibition is one in a series, and the scale is small. At that time, I hadn’t participated in the company’s affairs much, and the format and planning were reviewed by Xu Yucheng before.I have the contact information of the person in charge, but I haven't dialed it after thinking about it.

What should I say?Your boss has a semi-nude photo on display, go ahead and replace it?

Not to mention how many potential troubles this will cause, Lao Luo can't justify it.I sighed and scratched my hair, and decided to stay the same and go to the exhibition as a stranger who came to visit.Fortunately, I don't appear often in the company. The on-site employees over there probably haven't seen me, and there is only one back in the photo, so no one can recognize it.

Even so, I wrapped my scarf and hat on.It’s been a bit of a cold spring these days. Although the pedestrians are tightly wrapped, they are not as airtight as I am. I feel that I am only a pair of sunglasses away from those entertainment stars who go out in disguise.The exhibition started at six o'clock. Before I left, I prayed that the staff would not stop me for doing something bad, or I would be so embarrassed that I would go underground.

Facts have proved that I was a little overthinking, because the flu is prevalent recently, and there are many people wearing masks in the exhibition, and I am not conspicuous among them.

"Jun Yan, this way!" Lao Luo waited for me at the door, and after showing the invitation letter, the two of us entered the inner hall.He didn't turn his face away at me because of the previous incident, but greeted me with a natural expression, and took me to see the place where our photos were exhibited - the booth in the back of Area C, which was not particularly outstanding as expected Location.

The only thing that surprises me is that the photo is not black and white as I imagined, but highlights the bright red background and white back, which Lao Luo said has a more layered sense of oil painting.

There are a lot of people here today, and the indoor air conditioner is fully turned on, so I'm already sweating a little.Seeing Lao Luo now, I feel a little anxious. I was afraid that he would rush me and Song Cheng, so I used the excuse of going to the bathroom to leave him temporarily, and went to see other exhibits by the way.

I walked along the promenade to the end, and in the middle of the way out, there was a deconstructive sculpture ingeniously placed, probably to make the passing visitors shine.I carefully read the introduction next to it, and suddenly caught a glimpse of gold in the crowd from the corner of my eye.

Blonde hair... I immediately looked up, but saw nothing, as if it was just my hallucination.

What is so surprising about foreign friends attending such an occasion?I thought to myself, but for some reason I could not calm down. I quickly took a few deep breaths and continued to follow the instructions to look at the exhibits.I looked at it, and felt that the back was hairy, and I felt like I was being spied on.But every time I turned around suddenly, there was still nothing, except for a few young people who were startled by my actions and cast disapproving looks.

Take it easy, take it easy.I persuaded myself that I should not confess to Song Cheng tonight, and even if I confessed, it would not be irretrievable.This incident has made me tense for several days, especially today, any sign of trouble makes me startled, and if this continues, something must go wrong.

No one is looking at me, I'm not a celebrity, unless Lao Luo wanders here.As soon as I breathed a sigh of relief, someone patted my shoulder the next second:

"Xu Junyan?"