twilight winter

As the saying goes: what to be afraid of.

Xia Mo's most frightening thing was that Jiang Yuming was burned. When doing the show, besides chatting with Jiang Yuming, he also had to introduce the dishes, and he didn't dare to leave Jiang Yuming's hands for a moment.Her nervousness naturally infected Jiang Yuming, and Jiang Yuming's trembling little heart almost stopped beating for a few beats to meet the occasion.The cooperating on-site director was a director Xia Mo had a lot of contact with on a daily basis, and he probably felt the tension of these two, but kept silent, and there was not even a single call to stop during the entire recording.

Seeing the delicious food on the plate and on the table, Xia Mo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and casually took the paper towel handed over by the little coffee to Jiang Yuming. I touched up my makeup.

After reciting the script, seeing that the recording of the show was about to be finished, Jiang Yuming had a sudden whim, and while Xia Mo was talking, he stretched out his hand to pinch the dishes on the plate. Yu Ming stretched out his hand to pinch a vegetable leaf and threw it into his mouth. He thought that this guy was cooking for the first time, and he could see all the joy at a glance. If the guy dares to eat it himself, why don't he try it himself.

Holding the chopsticks to pick up the food, Xia Mo said that he should try Jiang Dao's excellent craftsmanship, but he thought in his heart that Jiang Yuming's cooking should not be too unpalatable, and he should not let himself face the camera.

As soon as the food entered his mouth, Xia Mo was stunned by a faint smell of apples, followed by his heart tightening, and he hurriedly turned to look at Jiang Yuming, only to see that Jiang Yuming's reddish cheeks had already faded away. A little flushed, she bit her lip tightly, holding the food in her mouth, because it was difficult to spit it out in front of the camera, she could only look at Xia Mo for help.

At this time, Xia Mo didn't care that he was recording a show, and directly stretched out his hand to Jiang Yuming's mouth and scolded: "Spit it out."

This sudden scene shocked all the staff at the scene. Seeing Jiang Yuming spit out food, Xia Mo hurriedly asked, "Have you eaten?" Jiang Yuming nodded while covering his mouth.Xia Mo turned back and shouted to Little Coffee who was stunned there: "I have allergy medicine in my bag, bring me a bottle of water, hurry up." Little Coffee had never seen Xia Mo speak so loudly, with a hint of Sullen, she hurried to Xia Mo's bag to find the medicine.

Xia Mo pulled Jiang Yuming's hand away, and seeing Jiang Yuming's lips were red and swollen, he slapped her hard and said, "Are you sick? The script didn't let you taste food, what are you eating?" "

"Isn't this my first time cooking?" Jiang Yuming's voice was aggrieved and vague.

Xia Mo took the medicine handed over by Little Coffee, skillfully picked out the pill, twisted the water and handed it to Jiang Yuming, watched Jiang Yuming swallow it, and then said angrily: "I should taste your cooking, what's the point of eating it yourself?" What do you mean?" After speaking, she slammed the mineral water bottle on the workbench, and she didn't notice that the water in the bottle splashed onto her sleeve.

Seeing that Xia Mo was angry, Jiang Yuming felt that he had been wronged. He had to contribute to his relationship with others, and he had to resist the fear in his heart. Everything should have come to a successful conclusion, but something like this happened , but Xia Mo, as a staff member, knew that he was allergic to apples, but he didn't change the dishes, and he didn't inform himself that there were apples in the ingredients. Now that he is allergic, he is the one who suffers, and she has to make such a face in front of everyone.Thinking about it, his face sank.

The two ignored the fact that the camera was still recording, and there were a group of staff around them staring at them, and each of them put on a quarrel posture.

"This is your negligence." Jiang Yuming roared.

"Did I neglect my duty? Did we say we want you to taste the dishes?" Xia Mo pinched her waist and stared.

"You know I'm allergic to apples."

"I know? How would I know?" Xia Mo glanced at the colleagues around him, and frowned at Jiang Yuming.

"You don't know?" Jiang Yuming sneered, knowing in his heart that Xia Mo remembered that the two of them were not at home at this time, but he couldn't stop the car, and blurted out the words from the bottom of his heart: "You don't know why when you're at home, the fruits are so cold." They are packed separately, why are there no apples on my fruit plate?"

The already quiet recording space became even quieter. The director heard that the words of the two people had already involved *. Fortunately, only the staff and the head chef of this station stood up silently with a sigh, and stretched out their hands to signal the cameraman to stop the machine. Made an exit gesture to the awkwardly standing staff.

Xia Mo squinted and watched his colleagues retreat one after another, his whole body was already full of anger, and just when he was about to explode, he heard the director whisper: "Xia Mo, come to my department tomorrow for the ending part, let's discuss how to do it." Make it up, Director Jiang doesn't look very well, you can send her back first." After speaking, he said to Jiang Yuming: "Director Jiang, thank you for your help this time, and I hope we will have the opportunity to cooperate again."

Jiang Yuming forced a smile and nodded, then squinted at Xia Mo again.

Seeing that her chin and neck were slightly red, Xia Mo knew that she must be suffering now, so she glared at her and said, "Go and wait for me in my car." After speaking, he took out the key and handed it to Jiang Yuming.Jiang Yuming took the key without complaint, and walked out with his head down.

"Director, I'm sorry." The appearance of this situation is completely unprofessional.

"It's okay. You can send Director Jiang back first. I'll arrange it here. Xia'er, we've known each other for so long. I'm getting a little angry today. I don't think there's anything serious about Director Jiang. He's taken the medicine, so you don't have to get so angry." ah."

"Yes, I'm too unprofessional today." Xia Mo said as she packed her bag and bit her lip.

"I heard Director Jiang made you angry before the recording? Hearing what you two said today, you two should be very close. Some things need not be said so seriously." The director patted Xia Mo on the shoulder, showing the posture of an elder .Xia Mo is a little grateful for this. She has known the director for so long and had a deep contact with him. She knows that the director has always been a recluse who has nothing to do with herself.

"Just now……"

"I will edit it myself. Don't worry. Go back." Knowing what Xia Mo was worried about, the director comforted him, sent Xia Mo out of the recording room, and turned back to find the head chef who was watching from a distance.

Sitting alone in the car, Jiang Yuming looked at himself in the mirror. The anti-allergic medicine took effect slowly, hives had already appeared on his face and neck, and his fingers were a little stiff.Sighing and nestling in the car seat, thinking about the two quarrels between himself and Xia Mo, Jiang Yuming's mood was even worse.

Been back for a while.Xia Mo had Yun Luo first, and after Yun Luo finally left, Xia Mo looked unwilling to admit himself.Perhaps because they grew up together and lived together again, Jiang Yuming always felt that since Xia Mo expressed that night that the two of them could still try to be together, they should have a clear attitude.But Xia Mo was different, Xia Mo walked out of the recording room and met the speculative eyes of his colleagues with an extremely heavy heart.

Xia Mo didn't know where his heart was leaning.After breaking up with Jiang Yuming that year, Xia Mo has been depressed. Xia Mo never thought that one day she and Jiang Yuming would get back together or face such problems. Xia Mo did a long time of psychological construction. Ming returned to the position of a good friend. Although every time the two of them met, there would be violent words or conflicts, but in his heart, Jiang Yuming was someone Xia Mo didn't want to lose, nor did he want to lose.

Now that Yunluo left, Jiang Yuming made a reunion gesture, Xia Mo wanted to try, but Xia Mo felt that she was uncomfortable everywhere, and she couldn't let go of herself.Just like Jiang Yuming's question just now, Xia Mo didn't mind telling his colleagues that the two lived under the same roof, but at that moment, Xia Mo was bearing an inexplicable fear, She instinctively wanted to push away the intimate relationship between Jiang Yuming and herself, every bit, every bit.

Snowflakes slowly and gently, Xia Mo stood in front of her car and looked at Jiang Yuming who was huddled in the car.

When Jiang Yuming was 15 years old, Xia Mo learned how to strike a match.Xia Mo still remembered her timid joy and curiosity at that time, the little wooden stick became gorgeous in her hands, the fire was bright and warm, but it could also burn and hurt.

She was terrified and deeply attracted.So every time she strikes a match, she throws it out in a hurry.

That time, she showed Jiang Yuming her new "toy", but she didn't expect the match to fall on Jiang Yuming's hair. Xia Mo still remembered Jiang Yuming's crying and his parents' scolding.

Because of that "accident", Xiao Jiang Yuming shaved his head bald and was ridiculed by the children in school for a long time.But except for the fact that Jiang Yuming cried bitterly when the accident happened, she never blamed herself after that. Even in the years after that, when her parents brought up this matter, Jiang Yuming would always defend herself, even though the excuse contained A hint of banter.

Xia Mo hasn't seen a match for a long time. The world has been changing drastically over the years, and many good memories have slipped away quietly with time, but those memories are still deeply rooted in her heart.

Just like the fire that I faced at that time, like this person in the car, with the courage to go forward, burning, with bits and pieces of warmth, showing a strange brilliance, but at a certain moment, I was deeply touched, hurt, hurt However, it is also deeply involved.