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In the alleys that have not yet turned into the main road, there are not many people coming and going.

Shen Zui's eyes were shining with silver light, Yan Mingyang stood there in a daze for a while.

Yan Mingyang didn't seem to realize the meaning of being intoxicated for a while, and suddenly smiled after being puzzled for a moment.

"What are you laughing at?" Shen Zui frowned.

"Before you mentioned it," Yan Mingyang pursed his lips, mocking a bit, "I didn't even think about that."

"I don't blame you for being vigilant, even I am unfamiliar with such a dull and lack of utilitarian me."

Half of Shen Zui's face was covered under the mask, his expression could not be distinguished under the dark alley light, his beauty was ethereal and dreamy.

"Your speaking art has improved." After a long while, Shen Zui turned to the beginning, saying neither yin nor yang.

Yan Mingyang looked at Shen Zui, and couldn't help feeling a little lost.On the dusty concrete road, the sound of footsteps has a thick magnetism.

He couldn't help but took two steps forward.

Shen Zui immediately turned around to avoid it, like a conditioned reflex.He raised his eyes, his eyes distant.

Yan Mingyang paused his raised hand in the air, and instantly fell back to reality.

He no longer has the right to touch Intoxication, and there is still a Liang Ce between them.

"Is there anything else?" Shen Zui said.

"You," Yan Mingyang lowered his hand unnaturally, and unconsciously clenched it lightly, "it's not safe for you to walk alone."

The intoxicated eyes seemed to be looking at a fool.

"If I really want to do it, you have already been thrown two meters away."

"Liang Ce," Yan Mingyang touched the tip of his nose, his tone was a bit stiff, "Isn't Liang Ce going for a walk with you? There should be no one working overtime in my company today."

Shen Zui squinted his eyes, as if he had seen through Yan Mingyang's thoughts.His lips under the mask curled into an arc, but his words were still cold, "Liang Ce walks with me? Don't you think there's not enough paparazzi business?"

Shen Zui snorted, turned around and left.

"I'm sorry for what I said to you last time." Yan Mingyang blurted out, as if he had rehearsed countless times in his dream.

"Which time?" Shen Zui glanced at Yan Mingyang impatiently, "You are sorry for me too much, I can't remember clearly."

"I said it's not the first time I've fallen into a situation of nothing." Yan Mingyang's tone was a little calmer, "I didn't want to force you that time, I just got used to it."

Shen Zui smiled lightly, with a bit of malicious intent, "I know."

"In the next few days, I kept thinking about what I could do for you." Yan Mingyang paid attention to the intoxicated expression, cautious and serious.

"Have you figured it out yet?" Shen Zui looked at Yan Mingyang.

"No." Yan Mingyang said.

Shen Zui was silent for a few seconds, the small knot on the back of his head was blown away by the wind, and the thin rubber band fell into the hood.

"Why did you suddenly watch "Spring Habitat" today?"

Yan Mingyang was thoughtful.Many thoughts floated in his mind, and he couldn't answer this question for a while.

"Your hair is loose," he said.

Shen Zui glanced at Yan Mingyang impolitely, ignoring the ends of his hair blown by the wind.

"Can I help you?" Yan Mingyang turned to the back of Shen Zui, his voice was slightly louder than usual, and he had a sense of primitiveness that was incompatible with himself.

The wind can blow away matter, and the sound transmitted by matter as a medium.

Shen Zui casually pulled his hair and didn't tie it again.He trotted for two steps, and after walking far away, he walked steadily and steadily, as if he didn't hear Yan Mingyang's question at all.

Shen Zui walked down the alley into the street.He didn't look back until he confirmed that Yan Mingyang would not follow.

Sure enough, did not keep up.

Shen Zui sat down on the stone edge by the road, stared blankly for a few seconds, and then clicked on "Spring Rest".

The default picture quality in the traffic state is not clear, Chen Zui dragged the progress bar to the end of the film, and saw the blurry line of "Special thanks to Shen Zui".

Without warning, a line of tears fell from the intoxicated and peaceful eyes, like a natural image.

Shen Zui didn't wipe his tears, sniff his nose, or cry loudly.

He silently watched the line of words scroll up from the bottom edge of the screen until it disappeared.

Almost furious, Shen Zui dialed Liu Heng's phone.

"What's wrong?" Liu Heng was a little surprised when he suddenly received the call.

"Why did you thank me in "Spring Habitat"?" Shen Zui held up the phone expressionlessly, and even asked in a slightly questioning tone.

"This is Director Xia's decision."

"You can be considered to have contributed to the film," Liu Heng began to make excuses seriously, "a lot of inspiration for the script comes from you, and,"

"Stop kidding me." Shen Zui interrupted Liu Heng mercilessly.

Liu Heng paused, and he on the other end of the phone sighed vaguely.

Shen Zui: "Say."

"I think," Liu Heng said slowly, "Director Xia still hopes that your name will appear in some form at the end of the film to commemorate your participation."

"Without you, "Spring Rest" will always be missing a corner."

Intoxicated eyelashes fluttered, the corners of the mouth curled down.He blinked quickly, as if desperately trying to stop the tears that were about to fall.

"However, it's a big mistake. "Out of Temperature" is very successful." Liu Heng immediately said, "If it's "Spring Habitat", it shouldn't help your career so much."

Shen Zui's eyes were straight, "Will the teacher participate in that youth film festival?"

"Should be." Liu Heng seemed a little hesitant, "But..."

"Shen Zui, the teacher probably won't be filming anymore."

Intoxication didn't even have time to say the anticipation was punctured, even though it was expected.

His heart was blocked, "I really hate Yan Mingyang."

Liu Heng listened quietly, before saying after a while, "You broke up with Liang Ce?"

Shen Zui pursed his lips and didn't speak.

"The teacher will definitely wish you a good life," Liu Heng hesitated, "You can try to forgive Yan Mingyang."

There was a moment of silence on both ends of the phone.

"When will the teacher come to Shanghai?" After a while, Shen Zui asked.

"When the film festival is about to open, Ding Yin will be with you this time." Liu Heng thought for a while, "Let him call you when the time comes."

"Do you want to be a guest at this film festival?" Liu Heng asked.

"I don't want to." Shen Zui stood up.Facing the wind, his tone was both arrogant and stubborn, "At the film festival, all the guests who don't have works are grandstanding."

Shen Zui walked two more streets, and he didn't go home until the wind blew away the traces of tears.

Beside the flower bed, there was no one in the open space in front of the trash can.

Shen Zui rolled his eyes, and closed the unit door with a bang.

Under the dark bushes at the opposite corner, Yan Mingyang put one hand in his suit pocket, the heat made him feel hot all over.

Shen Zui didn't turn off the lights before going out, so Yan Mingyang couldn't tell whether he was home or not.

Yan Mingyang could only guess based on his feelings, and continued to stand there for a while, counting it as "sending intoxication home".

Shen Zui did not refuse his questioning today.

No rejection is a tacit consent in disguise.

When leaving, Yan Mingyang thought so unreasonably.