The screenwriter's wife of the president

After getting off the bus, Yuan Zixia happily ran forward along the ancient street.How can one be in a bad mood in such a beautiful place?
When she walked to the door and was about to open it, Jingjing from the next door poked her head out and shouted, "Yuan Zixia, let's go eat some skewers later!"

Yuan Zixia happened to be a little hungry, so she agreed: "Okay! Then I'll change my clothes first! Remember to call me when you leave!"

Jingjing and Feifei simply dressed up and went out.

The streets in the evening are crowded with people.The three girls walked forward, shoulder to shoulder.

They were laughing and joking along the way, and people passing by couldn't help but look sideways at them!
The boss took the cooked skewers and put them on the iron plate: "The three girls eat slowly! If you don't have enough, order more!"

Jingjing shouted: "Bring us a bottle of shochu! A small bottle will do!"

"I don't know how to drink!" Yuan Zixia quickly objected: "Just bring me a bottle of yogurt! I'll get drunk!"

Feifei smiled: "There are girls who can't drink these days! It's really strange!"

"I really don't know how to drink!" Yuan Zixia was particularly firm: "I get drunk after a little, so I don't drink at all!"

Jingjing poured a full glass of wine and took a sip: "Having some wine while eating skewers is one of the great pleasures in life."

Yuan Zixia smiled: "It may be that our living habits are different since we were young, so there are many differences."

The cold wind pierces through the soul like a needle, and the pedestrians on the road are in a hurry.The cold wind blows the fallen leaves from the ground.

I don't know how long this winter will last.

Yuan Zixia didn't drink, but smelled the wine and seemed a little drunk. She narrowed her eyes slightly and asked, "Jingjing, Feifei, let me sing you a song! Do you want to listen?"

"Of course!" the two sisters said in unison.

Yuan Zixia smiled and stood up. The guests at other tables looked at this side suspiciously, not knowing what was going to happen here!
"Drizzle and wind drenched the street at dusk, wipe away the rain and look up for no reason, looking at the lonely night light..."

It may be that there are many people who like to sing, and everyone unknowingly sang along with her: "I like you, those eyes are charming, your laughter is even more charming, I hope I can touch you again, that cute face, holding hands and talking in sleep , like yesterday you and I..."

As she sang, she couldn't bear the sadness in her heart anymore and started to cry. She said to Jingjing, I'll go back first, and ran outside covering her mouth.

She really misses Jiang Jinrun so much, misses him so much, wants to hear his voice, wants to see other people, and even more wants to hug him...

The cold wind blows dryly on the face, as if the tears froze in an instant.She thought she could forget him as long as she didn't want him.She has been deceiving herself like this all along.But if you don't want to, it doesn't mean you forget it.

Jiang Jinrun, when I gave up on you, I also gave up on myself, without you my heart is dead!It's not that I have no choice, I just don't want to make the same mistake again and again.

Now I work so hard because I am still waiting for the miracle between you and me.

The air was bitterly cold, and the neon lights were flickering. Yuan Zixia stood on the roof indifferently and looked at the busy traffic below.As if time had stood still, if it wasn't because of Li Qiuyuan's disruption, how could she live like this?

Isn't that what real life is like?Everyone loves a great man.Beautiful women are always surrounded by flies.

It was not until late at night that Yuan Zixia walked slowly on the way back.The neon pulls countless colored lines from the corners of the wet eyes.

Everything in front of me is so blurry.

"Zixia!"

It seemed to vaguely hear a familiar voice.She looked back and saw nothing.Just like this, I walked forward in a daze, and I didn't know when I got home.

The light next door was still on, Jingjing ran out and asked worriedly: "Zixia, are you okay!"

She shook her head slowly, took out the key, opened the door and walked in.The body seemed to be hollowed out.She lay on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling.

Seeing that Yuan Zixia's seat was empty, Mo Yu was very worried.She doesn't feel like the kind of irresponsible person.Something must have happened.Mo Yu didn't answer her phone calls, so Mo Yu decided to go find her.

Jingjing was sweeping the floor in front of the door, when she saw Mo Yu who was flustered, she asked, "Sir, who are you looking for?"

"Does Yuan Zixia live here?" Mo Yu asked.

Jingjing nodded: "Yes!"

"Thank you!" Mo Yu knocked on the door desperately and shouted, "Yuan Zixia, are you in? Yuan Zixia, are you in?"

It took a long time for the door to be opened, and Yuan Zixia leaned against the door weakly and looked up at him, her eyes dimmed: "Are you looking for me?"

"What's wrong with you?" Mo Yu reached out and touched her forehead, it was so hot: "Oh my God, you have a fever. Hurry up, I'll take you to the hospital..."

Yuan Zixia rejected his offer, and shook her head weakly: "No need, go and buy me some anti-fever stickers for me!"

"Okay, then don't lock the door!" Mo Yu ordered and hurried away.After a while, he came back with the bag.

He hurriedly pasted the fever-reducing patch on her forehead to let her lie down and rest, and took out the fever-reducing medicine and put it on the table.Sitting on the chair and looking at her like this, he was very worried and distressed: "Yuan Zixia, why don't you take care of your body so much? Don't you wear more clothes in such a cold day?"

Yuan Zixia smiled wryly, and looked at him sideways: "A cold-hearted person will not be warm no matter how many clothes he wears!"

"You..." Mo Yu looked at her in surprise, not understanding why she suddenly said such pessimistic words, he asked cautiously, "Did something happen to you?"

"Do you want to know?" Her big eyes flickered.

Mo Yu nodded, staring deeply at her face.

The corners of her mouth raised slightly: "That happened many years ago, even if you want to know, I won't tell you! I'll open the wound before it heals and let people see it, it will never heal! "

"Okay!" Mo Yu nodded approvingly: "Since you don't want to talk about it, then I won't ask. You should rest for a while, and I'll be here with you! I'll leave when your fever subsides!"

"Don't you have to go to work?" She asked softly.

Mo Yu shook his head: "Going to work! But now that you are sick and you have no relatives here, of course I want to stay with you!"

"Thank you!" Yuan Zixia smiled weakly: "I don't know if I saved the earth in my previous life. I can meet such a good editor like you. You have given me a lot of help in work and life!"

"Stop talking!" Mo Yu pulled up the quilt for her: "Close your eyes and go to sleep!"

Yuan Zixia closed her eyes drowsily, as if she saw Jiang Jinrun standing in front of her. That man who looked like an uncle with a shaggy beard was not good-looking, but she liked it!