Isn't it good to get married before dumping?

No one can personally understand the hurt that Wen Yuan's family and Lu You suffered at that time.

Especially Wen Yuan, at that time many people thought they were just meddling in their own business and causing trouble.

As for the fire that took away Wen Yuan's parents, it was published in the local newspaper because of inadequate fire-fighting measures, and then all information was erased quietly.

Today's Wen Yuan and Lu You seem to be healthy people, and even live better than many people. Wen Yuan has a great skill and is married to a film king. Lu You is a very talented new screenwriter with a bright future.

That night Lu You asked Zhou Canaan: "Do you still care?"

Zhou Canaan replied: "It needs to be managed."

It's just that although Zhou Jianan has a certain status in the circle, he has no background. His family is rich, but his parents' property has already been transferred abroad.

Wen Yuan fell asleep after taking a sedative every day, and slept for a long time, and he was awake for less than five hours a day. This feeling of falling asleep on drugs made him feel flustered.

Every day when I wake up, I will ask Zhou Jianan how Zhang Weiwei is and how Jiang He is.

A few days later, Wen Yuan's health improved slightly, and he was transferred back to Shanghai.

After Zhang Weiwei's incident fermented, the police quickly filed a case. McConaughey and the related forces behind him were involved, and the security check is still under investigation.

Two days after returning to Shanghai, the doctor suggested going home to recuperate and adjust his emotions.

Because of this matter, Wen Yuan, who had suspended anti-allergic treatment, did not use sedative drugs after leaving the hospital, and fell into boundless insomnia.

It seems that because of sleeping for too long, Wen Yuan lay on the bed that night when he came home, unable to fall asleep, but in order to let Zhou Jianan, who never left to take care of him, have a good sleep tonight, he closed his eyes.

Feeling that Zhou Jianan went back to the bedroom, took a shower, lay down gently on the bed, and fell asleep.

Wen Yuan turned over slowly, turned his back to Zhou Jianan, looked at the few rays of moonlight shining into the room, looked at them, and wanted to reach out to catch them, to see if they could shine on them.

Can't take pictures.

Wen Yuan didn't know what was wrong with him, why he cried even if he couldn't catch the moonlight.

"Want to see the moon?"

Wen Yuan was startled, turned around and turned around, Zhou Jianan was looking at him.

During this more than a week, Zhou Canaan seemed to be haggard a lot. Wen Yuan fell asleep every day, not knowing what Zhou Canaan was doing. Sometimes he woke up with Zhou Canaan beside him, and sometimes he was crooked.

Zhou Jianan lifted the quilt, went to the window and opened the curtains.

The bright moonlight filled the whole room. Zhou Jianan stood by the window, shrouded in moonlight, firm and gentle.

"Does it look good?" Zhou Canaan asked.

Wen Yuan said it looks good.

Zhou Jianan returned to the bed, moved to Wen Yuan's side, hugged Wen Yuan who was lying on his side, and watched the full moon with him.

The room was so quiet that there were only the sound of breathing from two people. Wen Yuan flinched, and suddenly said: "Actually, I contacted you after graduation. You changed your phone number, so I asked the teacher for your home number to call your home." Go, your aunt said that you have gone abroad, so I know you didn't fill out the application."

Zhou Jianan hummed and moved, the green stubble on his chin pierced Wen Yuan's neck, itching.

"I thought you must be angry with me at the time, and it will be fine when you calm down." Wen Yuan said again,

Zhou Jianan: "I'm angry. I'm angry that you lied to me. Is what you said at the time true?"

Wen Yuan: "No, it's because I saw you receiving Xiaomei's love letter, you invited Xiaomei to dinner, and you got together with my good friend."

"Xiaomei?" Zhou Jianan froze for a moment.

There are many inconspicuous episodes flooding into his mind, and he suddenly straightened out what happened back then.

"Xiao Yuan," Zhou Jianan held up a hand and looked at Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan looked at him: "Huh?"

Zhou Jianan: "Actually, that love letter is for you."

"what??"

Seeing Wen Yuan's eyes widen, Zhou Jianan thought it was so cute, so he couldn't help kissing his lips.

"She asked me to give you the love letter. I told her that you have someone you like, and then invited her to have a meal to appease her."

Wen Yuan was at a loss: "How could she like me? She obviously praised you all day long for being handsome and studying well, and why are you saying that I have someone I like? Who do I like?"

"Huh?" Zhou Jianan heard this, and slid his hand to hold Wen Yuan's waist: "Do you look regretful?"

Wen Yuan smiled and said nothing, trying to take Zhou Jianan's hand away.

"It's itchy."

Zhou Jianan stopped making trouble: "At that time, I heard you tell others that you only served me, the young master, because of your father's request.

"I came back to college once, but I couldn't find you. They said you went to Shanghai. Later, I graduated, became an actor, and returned to China. I still haven't heard from you."

"I didn't let them say it."

Zhou Jianan now knows, and knows that his Xiaoyuan has suffered so much.

The two of them were hugging each other, but they couldn't fall asleep, and they talked one after another.

"Can't sleep?"

Wen Yuan: "Well, I'm sleepy, but I can't fall asleep."

Zhou Jianan: "Do you want to exercise?"

Wen Yuan: ...

"The doctor said that proper exercise is good for your health and helps you sleep."

Wen Yuan was so ashamed that he didn't know what to say, and he didn't have much interest and energy, so he said coquettishly: "I'm tired, let's try another day."

Zhou Jianan immediately lifted the quilt and got in: "I'll be fine."

……

Physical fatigue allowed Wen Yuan to have a short deep sleep. Although he woke up before six o'clock the next day, he actually felt that he was in a good state.

Seeing that Zhou Jianan was still soundly asleep, he got up softly, put on a sweater over his pajamas, and went downstairs.

He didn't even know what to do, it was still early, and he wasn't hungry, so he just wandered around the house.

Tired soon, the sky outside the balcony gradually took on color, and the sun came out.

Wen Yuan opened a crack in the door and walked to the balcony. The orange-red sun could be seen rising through the cracks in the tall buildings to the east.

It was still a bit cold in the morning, Wen Yuan didn't wear socks, and his ankles hurt from the cold.

Looking down, there was an extra ashtray in the corner, with seven or eight cigarette butts in it.

Wen Yuan looked at it, his mind was full of Zhou Jianan smoking a cigarette on the balcony to relieve his worries.

In the next second, he felt a blanket covering his shoulders, and Zhou Jianan hugged him from behind: "Why do you get up so early?"

Wen Yuan said that he woke up and couldn't fall asleep.

Zhou Jianan said: "Do you like to watch the sunrise? May I take you on a trip?"

Wen Yuan was silent, and turned his head to look at Zhou Jianan. He had black and blue eye circles caused by lack of rest time, and the new stubble on his chin hadn't had time to shave.

"Stop filming?"

Zhou Jianan: "Stop it, this matter is too big, I will accompany you to rest."

Since that incident, Wen Yuan has never been online once, not even logged into WeChat, after half a month, he has gotten used to it, and feels that it is good to know nothing.

"Then help me find a psychiatrist, I don't think I'm well right now." Wen Yuan said pretending to be relaxed, and even took Zhou Jianan's arm.

"You know what?"

Wen Yuan heard what he said, and immediately asked back: "You mean you also know?"

Zhou Jianan knew he was telling the truth, and confessed that Juno, who was a guest at the house before, was a psychiatrist.

"That's all right, but she won't tell you all the things I told him."

Zhou Jianan: "Although I really want to know, I believe Juno is a very professional doctor."

Before you know it, the sun has risen above the tall building, and a new day has begun.

In order to keep himself busy, Wen Yuan decided to continue taking orders to make clay pottery.

But he really didn't want to hold the phone, so he lingered at the computer for a long time. Zhou Jianan's breakfast was ready, and Wen Yuan looked at the long row of red dots on the chat history, feeling inexplicably irritated.

After thinking for a long time, he decided to ask Zhou Jianan for help.

"What do you want after breakfast?"

"Um... no."

"Then you can be my customer service, and we will get [-]% of the money earned after deducting the cost." Wen Yuan said.

Zhou Jianan untied his apron and brought breakfast to the dining table: "Why is it only Qisan, my labor is so worthless."

Wen Yuan: "Maybe you haven't worked part-time, you don't know, there are not many bosses who spend as much money as me."

Zhou Jianan: "That doesn't work either, I have to ask for something else."

Wen Yuan: "What?"

Zhou Canaan stretched out four fingers.

"□□?"

Canaan Zhou: "At least four times a week."

Wen Yuan couldn't help but smile wryly when he realized what he meant, but he felt a little embarrassed when he thought that he had only worked last night and didn't vent his anger, so he nodded.

But things didn't go as smoothly as the clerk imagined, and it was more tiring for Zhou Jianan to be a client than himself.

"Xiaoyuan, this person asked him if he could get a discount for ordering four."

"Xiaoyuan~ She said she wanted to put it on a phone case, what size should I order?"

"Xiaoyuan, a customer asked if the Galaxy series you made is still in stock? She wants two bracelets."

Wen Yuan lay on the long table in the studio, wanting to cry but not crying.

"Xiaoyuan! A younger sister said she was a student, and asked if we could have less?"

"Xiaoyuan! Xiaoyuan? Teacher Wen! Wife!!!"

It was extremely difficult to complete the orders, a total of 11 orders, just enough for Wen Yuan to do two or three days.

In the past, Wen Yuan liked to be quiet when he was doing things. Zhou Jianan felt that it was too quiet to be used to it after working as a part-time customer service for the past few days, so he moved the customer service desk to the studio.

Then the little customer service gradually became unwilling to be a part-time job, clamoring that he wanted to learn the craft.

"If you don't eat or drink, working for five years won't be worth the money you get to take on a play, why don't you have nothing to do and study acting skills." Wen Yuan guarded his workbench.

Zhou Jianan: "The drama has stopped. Now I am a vagrant. I have to learn some crafts, otherwise it will be bad to become a soft rice man in the future, don't you think?"

In the end, Wen Yuan still found some materials for him, and Zhou Jianan opened up a small work area beside him, imitating Wen Yuan in a decent manner, and made a lot of weird things.

Wen Yuan saw a doctor, had a consultation, took medicine while working, and the two of them occasionally took a short trip nearby for an afternoon, and their condition improved a lot.

It's just that I'm used to Zhou Jianan's company, but once he's not around, I'm not used to it, and I feel panicked.

And Zhou Jianan is busy learning the craft, so he can't do his customer service work well recently.

On that day, Zhou Canaan received a complaint from a client. He was dissatisfied with the work, saying that the eyes were pinched strangely, as if they were malnourished, and they were sunken.

That week, Canaan couldn't bear others to say something bad about his wife, so he immediately took a screenshot of the chat history.

[Obviously you said it, the eye sockets should be deeper and deeper. 】

A few words between you and me started to quarrel, Zhou Jianan looked like a fan of idol criticism.

In fact, this kind of thing often happens, and Wen Yuan usually redo it for customers.

Finally, looking at the voice call request on the phone interface, Zhou Jianan hesitated a little, what if he was heard?

There was no other way, and finally Wen Yuan came to answer the call.

Before Wen Yuan could say anything, the person opposite started yelling.

"Do it if you can do it, don't take it if you can't do it, what kind of broken technology is sold at such a high price."

How could Zhou Jianan bear this anger, grabbed the phone and replied: "Who are you talking about broken technology, our store has a 100% positive rate!"

"...Your voice is so familiar."

Zhou Canaan shut up.

Wen Yuan: ...

Wen Yuan: "I'm really sorry, I, the customer service I hired may not be very sensible, I can make yours a new one for you, and send you a card issued by myself?"

"No, the man's voice just now is so familiar, very similar to that Zhou Jianan."

Wen Yuan: "Haha, is that right? It might be that Zhou Jianan's voice is so ordinary that it resembles everyone."

Unexpectedly, the girl on the opposite side exploded again: "Who are you calling ordinary! Zhou Jianan is still called ordinary?"

Wen Yuan: "I'm sorry, sorry, I'm ordinary and I'm ordinary."

It took more than ten minutes to settle the matter.

Wen Yuan sat in front seriously.

Zhou Jianan: "If I just admitted directly that I am Zhou Jianan, I probably wouldn't have been scolded like this."

Seeing that Wen Yuan didn't speak, he began to feel guilty.

"She was the one who spoke impolitely first, so you can't blame me."

"Deduct wages."