Lofty future

Maybe I was haunted, maybe I was fascinated, I didn't push away or avoid it.He consciously distanced himself, looked at me quietly for a while, and then smiled.

"You finally woke up, I'm so hungry, do you want to go out to eat?"

It's already night, he looks alive and well, he doesn't look like he was groaning in a daze in the morning, it should be that his fever has subsided.

It's me who is confused now.

I can't figure out whether I should pursue his behavior or pretend nothing happened.To pursue, how to pursue, question him or scold him?I'm afraid most of them are useless.

If nothing happened, would he take it as acquiescence?

"What are you thinking?" He suddenly moved closer, sizing up my face, and finally fell on my mouth intentionally, "Ah Cheng, have you ever kissed someone else?"

With a bang, I understood for the first time what it means to "explode a ball of fireworks in my mind".

I swear if Song Weiran or someone else asks this kind of question, at most I think they are boring, so I just roll my eyes and let it go.But I couldn't bear Chi Xue's touch, and I couldn't help holding my breath.

From such a close distance, he can see all my embarrassment and embarrassment.But he just still looked at me with a smile in his eyes, and he didn't intend to make fun of it.

I suddenly felt that he was very gentle, and it was fine for me not to answer or just to expose my embarrassment.

"Why don't I teach you?" He asked himself and answered himself, making a gesture to kiss him.

I subconsciously hid back and heard him laugh triumphantly.The laughter is clear and bright, very happy.

"Okay, get up, I'm very particular about chasing people, I haven't made a proper date yet to see if I will touch you."

???

Who was it that broke into my room last night, got into my bed, and slept with my arms around me?If you don't know how to touch, what is touch?Your definition of "touch" in the entertainment industry is really deep.

At the end of the day, I had to have a good breakfast, and I was really hungry.

There is a small night market near the hotel, and the merchants use their own land to do small business. Although there have been voices saying that it will be rectified, there is no real movement.

The night market is always open in the early morning or even in the morning. When I was a child, if Xiang Meifang was on the night shift and came back in the morning and there was a stall open, he would bring us a copy directly.

That tastes better than steamed buns, fried dough sticks and tea eggs.

We didn't discuss where to go, we went downstairs, we all naturally walked towards the night market.On a cool night in May, Chi Xue happily hummed a melody.

Not any song I've ever heard, like he's just humming it.It sounds pretty good, a bit like the one that knocked on the cup that day.

It's still early, the night market has just opened, and there are vacancies in every shop.

Chi Xue picked a corner of the house with ease, and was leaning against the corner, covered by a protruding wall.

"I want fried noodles and Coke." He said to me without looking at the order.

I was a little suspicious, so I went to order without asking.Back at the table again, I saw him concentrating on playing with his mobile phone, moving his fingers vigorously, playing a simple stand-alone game.

"Have you been here before?" After a while, I couldn't help asking.

He didn't even look up, but asked instead, "Haven't you been here?"

"I mean...later." After a pause, he added, "Recently."

"Of course I've been here. We've been filming here for two months." He still avoided what I really wanted to ask, and his tone was righteous, but it seemed that I was beating around the bush.

I stopped talking and waited silently for the fried noodles to come up.

He was always in a good mood, playing the game in his hand, but his attention was always on me.Except for not looking at me with eyes, all other perceptions are connected to me.

I can clearly feel that my every move is under his attention. This kind of experience is very subtle, not only not uncomfortable, but also seems to be a little bit beneficial.

After the fried noodles came out, he put down his phone and started gossiping with me while stirring the rice noodles with chopsticks. He talked about anecdotes about his two-day business trip and mentioned some well-known names.

For so long, we hardly have the opportunity to chat so leisurely.Time is one aspect, and the unrelenting mental defense is another aspect.

However, I didn't expect that it was actually such a simple matter to start such a relationship.

Eating the same fried noodles and drinking the same cola, he said, I listened, and occasionally echoed a sentence or two, I felt that there is nothing more pleasant in life than this.

After working together for more than half a month, I didn't really feel that I understood or entered his world. Now, listening to his few words and gossiping about unfamiliar and familiar people and things, I actually felt a little closer.

After eating a meal of fried noodles for half an hour, there is still something to be desired.With a tacit understanding, we walked around the neighborhood again.Unlike the last time they were forced to walk on the road at night, this time they were much more comfortable with each other.

"I have indeed been back." After a short silence, he suddenly said.

I realized that he was answering the questions at the previous dinner table.

Turning to look at him, the old street is not well lit, and the expression on his face is different in light and dark, which is complicated and melancholy for no reason.

"Every time there is an announcement from Yangcheng, as long as time permits, I will come here to see it. I wanted to make a movie a long time ago, and the story will happen here. Any story is fine, but it has to happen here. My Sometimes I think, maybe you will watch it when it is filmed, and if it gets good results, I will come back to see you with a trophy. Later, I kept changing my mind, and after waiting for many years, I finally had the opportunity to make such a movie..."

He turned his head to meet my gaze, with a smile on his lips, and the melancholy dissipated: "But good things take time, you see how lucky I am now, to get your participation in the performance."

I was speechless for a while, and mumbled my lips: "You don't need to hold the trophy, we don't ask you..."

"There's nothing, I don't know how to get back. I know you don't need it, but I need it." He sighed and said nothing.

He has already opened his mouth to answer and confirmed my questions and conjectures, and I can't be stingy, so it's like an exchange, revealing a little secret that even Song Weiran didn't tell, and I thought I would never see the light of day.

"Your movies are all good, and they all have trophy weight in my heart. So, I have all the Blu-ray discs in my collection."

Hearing this, he suddenly stopped and turned to face me, his eyes were like a deer that had been bumped.

"Really?"

I pretended to be indifferent and smiled: "But I haven't opened it yet, I don't have suitable equipment at home."

"Then... how many are there?"

"Seven starring roles, four supporting roles, and three friendship movies. You should act in more movies, TV dramas are not suitable for you, especially those few academic elites, they have no vitality."

He didn't know if he had listened to what was said later, but after hearing my number, he began to murmur the title of the film, his eyes waiting expectantly for my affirmation.

I nodded, and he immediately smiled proudly.That way is no different from when Jasmine was praised.

When people communicate with each other, sometimes you don’t need to say too much, just a few words of honesty are enough to see the overview of ten years.The sound of the ice cracking seems to be right next to my ears, from this moment, it meanders to the dusty past.

I don't know how far I can accept him, but I do know that I never really rejected this family.

I've been waiting for this night for years.