from the star

When the leaves are just beginning to turn red, the weather is just right, neither hot nor cold.Mu Deli received the imperial edict from his wife and asked to go shopping with her.When a woman goes shopping with a man, especially when she spends money, she always has an excuse. Besides, Zhang Wen is a romantic woman, she hopes that the man will be happy and willing to fulfill her request.

"ten years?"

"On this day exactly ten years ago, we decided to get married."

"Decided to get married." Mudli said to her, "I remember the period when we were together without a certificate, referred to as being in love, and we decided to get married every day."

"No, what I mean is: on this day ten years ago, we finally decided which day to get the certificate and which day to hold a wedding."

Mudli followed his wife's upright attitude and nodded in agreement, walking with her in the mall.In his view, shopping is a peer-to-peer behavior, starting from the desire and ending with the goal, but women don't see it that way.

"What do you want, I'll sell it to you." The two walked around the mall for a long time, and Mudli would ask Zhang Wen every time she stopped, and it should be the one hundred and one time.

Women like to wander and compare, aimlessly and unconsciously seek objects that meet their wishes.Most of the time, it doesn't start from need at all. Most of the time, it only takes ten seconds from the woman making a hot-headed decision to swiping the card to pay.

But the wife is different from other women, what the wife says is always right.The impulse of the wife is also great.

They turned cosmetics and came to the jewelry area.Obviously, it was impossible for the two of them to wear a second wedding ring, but Zhang Wen still seriously started shopping around the counters from house to house.

Human appreciation of beauty is endless.Zhang Wen said.

Mudli wrote this sentence into memory, and Pi Dian Dian followed his wife into another high-end jewelry counter.It's high-end, and the brand is very famous. It's a small screenwriter like him who begs for money, and he dare not consume it lightly.

"Wife..." Mudli didn't dare to say "whatever you want, I'll buy it for you" for the [-]nd time.

Zhang Wen was still concentrating on admiring the beauty, while Mudli stood quietly at the corner of the entrance, pretending to be airless.Then he saw a light cabinet.To be precise, it was the posters on the lamp cabinet that attracted his attention.

The female model is a well-known young actor with a high appearance and idol style.Mu Deli remembered that her name was Su Qinxin. "If this girl came to look in the mirror, we wouldn't even pay attention." Mudli complained.

"It's so good-looking, it can only be used for eating." He remembered that some people hated this and that, and there was no excuse for rejecting the actor, so he had to say that he was too good-looking.Using that person's standards to select actors, just for suitability and not for beauty pageants, two-thirds of the movies had to be reshot.

Mudli felt sorry for himself: "It's not easy for me for so many years. I have to carry my wife's aesthetics behind my back and implement his pragmatism standards."

He glanced aside, and suddenly froze.The male model next to Su Qinxin was putting on a necklace for her. His face was pressed against the beautiful woman's ear and his long hair made it hard to see clearly.His eyes were downcast and his expression was intoxicated.His posture is smooth, natural and beautiful, and his heart is moving.Even if you don't look at his face, you know that this is definitely a good actor.

Mudli really wanted to turn to the other side of the light box, see his face clearly through the light, and see clearly the fingers he put on the back of the heroine's neck for her necklace,

"Lao Mu, Lao Mu..." Zhang Wen yelled a few times without responding, and walked over to pull him: "Hey, Lao Mu, you also fancy this one?"

Mudli realized that what his wife was talking about was a necklace.He pushed her into the store with a smile, and asked the clerk, "Are there any other matching promotional photos for the necklace at the door?"

"This is the set of promotional photos for the necklace. There is also a set of diamond rings." The clerk took out a product introduction, and pointed out a page to the couple.Specially reminded: "It's an engagement ring... The style of this necklace is very classic."

Zhang Wen chatted with the clerk about the workmanship and styles one after another, and Mudli's attention was not on the product itself at all.The promotional poster of the diamond ring is still the pair of models, but unfortunately the male model still didn't show his face.

However, Mudli got his wish and saw his hand.Apart from the eyes, there is only this part of the human body closest to the heart.The male model in the promotional picture is holding Su Qinxin's fingertips in a gentlemanly manner, and slowly putting on the ring for her with the other hand.

Those hands must have been used to dexterity.By Zhang Wen's standards, it might be called beautiful.

"Lao Mu, let's forget about the diamond ring, I think the necklace is really good." Zhang Wen blamed slightly, she found that her husband's eyes had been lingering on the engagement ring, it was something that the two of them would never use again.

"Ah, um, yes." Mouldley returned the brochure to the clerk: "When I see this photo, I will think of a friend of mine. If he is going to get married, I will definitely recommend him to use your products. "Moudley smiled with his eyes bent: "I've been waiting too long to drink his wedding wine."

Zhang Wen glanced at her husband, but her expression was the complete opposite of her husband's inexplicable joy. She looked sad and did not speak.

"Don't you want a necklace?"

"It's okay, this thing doesn't care sooner or later, it's not in a hurry."

"If you like it, buy it. The box office of the previous movie was good. I have a small pocket money."

Zhang Wen didn't move, Mudli took the initiative to choose, asked the clerk to put it in the gift box, and paid with the card again.

"Okay, I hope I can have the opportunity to wear it to drink your friend's wedding." Zhang Wen said leisurely.

Mudli took the bag, and walked out with Zhang Wen on his other arm.The two passed the light box and stopped for a while.Muddli asked his wife, "Have you seen the actor in it?"

"It always seems familiar."

"Yeah, I feel the same way."

After completing their shopping goals, the two returned home.The brats of the Mu family haven't finished school yet, so Mu Deli spends his time on the sofa thinking about the script.It was the task assigned by Tan Yue. Because of all the disturbances during this period of time, I never calmed down to write anything.The outline was placed on his lap, still in the scribbled pen handwriting of an old friend.He is really an old-fashioned person. He still writes with a pen in what age.

"Written things are always more intimate than facing a computer screen." He said.

"Movies are also separated from the screen." Mudli responded to him like this.

"That's why it requires more writing power and skills to make movies break through the limitations of the screen."

Zhang Wen is doing radio gymnastics stretching exercises in front of the photo wall.After studying it for a while, Mudli realized that she was flipping through the photos one by one.She developed and pasted basically all the photos of people in the house that she could see. Those who are engaged in art can't melt the blank space. When they see a white wall, they want to create.

But Mudli, right now, looking at the blank paper, why doesn't he want to write.

Zhang Wen flipped through it from top to bottom, from left to right, and sat back beside Mudli without finding anything: "We all have impressions of people, so we have seen them. There should be traces of them. Old Mu, Did you say you missed something?"

Mudli was racking his brains to conceive the script, and the sentence "I see him familiar" in the mall today, but I just took it by the way.Mudli didn't expect his wife to take it seriously.

"You didn't print out the latest photos, did you?" Mouldli hummed.

Zhang Wen was quite enlightened, so she responded, and went back to the study with her slippers on.Mouldli turned back to the blank paper, the outline was a story about father and son.Recently, that guy is undergoing a transformation, and what he wants to shoot is the theme of family love again and again.

The era background of the story is somewhat magnificent, and it also involves sensitive issues that are difficult to grasp.Since some people are so persistent, and some people want to shoot so much, I have to write it anyway.

"Deli...I found it." Zhang Wen called in the study.

"Don't be surprised, I'm thinking about something."

Zhang Wen ran over and pushed the tablet in front of Mudli: "See if it's him."

On the tablet is a screenshot of a live video, which was taken at a memorial service.The camera panned to the young man at the corner. He hid his head in the shadows and merged with the shadows.Muddli threw away the grid book and asked his wife, "Is there anything clearer?"

"You are stupid. Since he has been here, you must have seen it with your own eyes. Think about it again?"

Zhang Wen threw the tablet to Mudli, and another gust of wind ran into the study.Mudli originally wanted to ask her to remind her to do things more simply, don't be like a sheep shitting all the time.He turned his head and thought of that young man again.

He did meet, greeted, and they met each other as soon as they entered the door.I remember him as a young man with a pale complexion and no spirit, his specific appearance was blurred, but his eyes could still be recalled—there seemed to be too many things in those eyes, ready to come out.

It doesn't make sense...

Is it fans, relatives, studio staff or extras?Or something else... No, if he is on the poster, at least he has to be a flat model or an actor.

Zhang Wen ran out with a flannelette in her arms, and said out of breath, "I found it. His name is Cheng Hebai."

"Cheng Hebai?" Mu Deli looked a little excited when he saw her, but he himself was puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, and followed her without hearing of it.

"Look for yourself." Zhang Wen turned the autograph book to that page and pointed to the words on it.

Cheng Hebai,

Cheng Lubai.

A pair of brothers and sisters, with the same handwriting of six characters.Same handwriting.A feeling of horror is transmitted from the fingertips holding the book to the cerebral cortex.He had seen something written in this handwriting a second ago, it was scribbled but not superficial, there was always a lot to say in his pen, he hesitated to speak, very much like his eyes.And Cheng Hebai... the person who writes must have a pair of beautiful hands.

Mudli shuddered, and suddenly had the illusion of seeing a ghost.

"Who is Cheng Hebai?" He asked his wife blankly.

"Fortunately, you are still in the entertainment industry." Zhang Wen showed a disgusted expression that you don't even know about him: "Have you watched the summer hit "Interpretation of Star Era" on Star Fashion Channel?"

Mudli snorted: "Xing Fengshang, Hongxin's. Add hype to the draft, I know I must not have watched it."

"With Tan Yue around, how bad can it be."

Mudli remembered that Tan Yue said before that he was abducted by Hongxin and participated in some kind of mess.No, no, whether Tan Yue goes or not has any causal relationship with him watching the show.Muddli was already in a mess.

"Try searching for the word Cheng Hebai on the Internet." Zhang Wen probably felt that her husband was hopelessly trapped, so she quickly gave him a quick-acting heart-rescuing pill.

Muddli did as he did, and found many photos of him, and it really was him, the model seen in the light box today, and the people who attended the memorial service that day.Mudli clicked on the encyclopedia introduction with a scientific attitude, but everything was unscientific.

"Wife...you go to the side for a while, and pick up your son when the time comes, okay, let me catch up on this show..."

From the afternoon to the evening, Mudli watched all the scenes of his appearance intently, repeatedly, repeatedly, repeatedly... The manuscript paper written in blue and black pen handwriting was scattered on the ground next to the sofa, and the velvet autograph book fell from his lap.

That night, Zhang Wen was obliged to put Xiong's son to sleep. Under Zhang Wen's begging, the little boy replaced the oil-based pen used to paint his father's beard with the water-based pen used to paint his mother's cheeks.

"Old Mu, haven't you gotten tired of watching it yet? Can you tell if it's famous or not?"

Mudli replayed the scene between Hu Junshan and Xu Xiaochuan again, and the clip ended when Hu Junshan left the stage with the dead policeman in his arms.Mudli pressed the pause button, and scolded with a smile: "Damn... I guess this kid surnamed Tan should have something to do in the future..."

Zhang Wen helped him put away the manuscript papers on the floor and stacked them in order.She knelt by the sofa and looked up at her husband, like a tabby cat licking its paws: "Just like you, you call him the best actor in this tone."

"That's what I call him. Anyway, I've seen him in such a mess. Please don't bother me in the future." Mudli took the manuscript paper from his wife, neatly aligning the edges and corners, and held it in both palms.

Zhang Wen was dissatisfied: "Why do you dislike him so much? Tan Yue didn't provoke you. It's still you who is a chicken belly and jealous of him."

"I'm jealous of him?" Moudley asked his wife in a strange tone, but smiled: "I hate him coming to our house, and I covet you for a 'beautiful' art creation."

Mudli secretly laughed.Obviously, she gave him a photo to send him off.It is considered willing to give by myself, and Tan Yue is even more like a treasure.The wall is covered with photos, and there are many, many photos of the owner and his friends.

Mudli received the manuscript paper, and planned to put the writing of the new play aside.The complicated and complicated things during this period made him restless, or he could take a rest first.Drama is staged all the time, and the turning point always comes too abruptly.

"Husband, is your relationship with Tan Yue really bad?" Zhang Wen was very entangled in this question.

"It's not good, it's true, but it's not bad as you understand it." Muddli said with a tongue twister: "He hates me for stealing his things. I hate him for thinking that I stole his things."

"that's it?"

"What else can I do?"

"Then can you two make up?"

Mudli felt that his wife's questioning was very strange. He had just explained that the two of them were not really bad, but just wrong.Women seem to have an instinctive begging for world peace and the like.Mudli thought for a while and said, "Maybe we can reconcile in the future."

"Tan Yue is a very good man. He is personable and polite, with a good character and a sound personality." Zhang Wen sighed, implying that it was a sin to accuse her husband of having a bad relationship with him.

"You are my wife." Mu Deli complained sullenly. She had never seen Tan Yue grabbing his collar without grace, and when he had a bad temper and a bad personality.

Zhang Wen felt that her husband had misunderstood something: "Don't you think...you have to find an uncle who can coax him to restrain him and has the patience to play with him."

"……you're right."

The matter of finding a playmate for Mu Xiong has always been on Mudli's mind. The main reason is that children are too cheap, and few people can find a suitable feeding method.Since Tan Yue may develop into a potential breeder, the father feels that if Tan Yue can endure some issues, then he has nothing to say that he is willing to reconcile, and he is even willing to open his arms to welcome the handsome face of the actor. draw flowers.

In the future, that should be in the future.

A few days later, Mudli received an international call.

"Mr. Mu. I'm sorry. When you contacted me before, I couldn't accept inquiries from anyone or in any form. Thank you for your reassurance, and thank you for your attitude of not inquiring or asking. I just want to ask, is Qingyuan still open?" There is an unfinished movie. Please send me the script, I want to see it."

The author has something to say:

The chapter of I Have Love (Newspaper Office) is finally here... XD And again, the next chapter is not a side story.

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