Electro-optical Phantom [Entertainment]

Xiaoyuan was sad for a long time and couldn't sleep.

Feiyi positioned her as an actor, as well as herself, not necessarily a bright star in front of the screen. She only has to act in the drama she likes, and get the awards and everything she deserves on her own strength.

She has never been a traffic idol, and there is no big problem in dating, and there are no scandals until now.

Xiaoyuan has always felt that her private life belongs to her and does not need to be publicized, but sometimes she still has the urge to share it with friends.

Xiaoyuan turned over on the bed. In fact, there was something more saddening for her. She didn't even know what Wei Zhuang thought, and couldn't understand her thoughts.

Sometimes I think she is very close. On her birthday, she agreed to all her requests.

Sometimes I think she is far away, and when I send a WeChat message to tell myself that I miss her, she doesn't reply.

Xiaoyuan wanted to divert her attention and go to Weibo Douban or something. She posted on Weibo, which she hadn't logged in for a long time, and Tian Tian had been taking care of her. The frequency of Weibo posts was very low and low-key.

When "Huo 3" entered the group, she took a low-key shot of the snow scene of Bincheng.

When it was finished, it also made a low-key message.

Next, when she celebrated her birthday a few days ago, she posted "I'm one year older, I hope to have a new harvest tonight." She didn't even have a selfie.

Her Weibo fans have gained several million followers due to the popularity of "Drunk Xiaoyao", but Feiyi did not buy her a navy, and it is not the route of traffic. After several months of "light business", her microblog Most of the blog comments are "gardeners" who sincerely appreciate her.

In the middle of the night when no one was telling her concerns, she felt very lonely, and suddenly wanted to shout. She couldn't say something to shout to the outside world. She could express it in secret, or she would really be suffocated.

She thought for a while, and then posted, "Can't sleep in the middle of the night, watching the movie "FrancesHa", I love it. #ZZ"

I typed the space before and after the word Frances to highlight it intentionally or unintentionally, and added a # at the end to type the first pinyin of the word Zhuangzhuang, she can guarantee that no one can see it hahaha.

Xiaoyuan read the copy several times back and forth, satisfied with his secret thoughts, and clicked send.

I got up and took a quick shower again. After rubbing my face, I hurriedly read the meager comments:

"A niche literary movie, I also like this one."

"It's not a niche, Douban scored 8.4, almost 40,000 people rated it."

"My hobbies are so close to Xiaoyuan, I also like Noah Baumbach and Greta Geweig, the director and actor CP."

"Yuanyuan hasn't slept yet, when will I see Yuanyuan's selfie!"

"Goodnight Garden^"

The comments are quite lively, and of course no one noticed that she posted Frances and #ZZ tags.

Someone responded to her, Xiaoyuan still felt comforted, because there were so many gardeners who silently cared about her.

With emotion for a while, I searched for the word gardener on Weibo, flipped through it, and suddenly noticed an ID of "0 Cub's Secret Garden". There were only a few hundred fans. Xiaoyuan thought it was a gardening-related blog at first Master or something, just click in and take a look.

"Tonight, this Weibo is definitely posted by Yuanzi himself, but there are two strange places. I wonder if you guys can see it? (doge

Xiaoyuan flipped through this Weibo and only posted three Weibo so far.

The first one, "0 cubs are so cute!". This was issued in November last year.

The second article, "I hope that after taking the movie as soon as possible, I hope that I will fall in love and get married and reach the pinnacle of life!"

The third article is posted tonight.

At first, Xiaoyuan was not sure that the 0 cub was herself, but correspondingly, she was an actress by profession. This Weibo was updated shortly after she posted tonight, and she was indeed paying attention to herself.

But why do you call her "zero cub"?

After thinking about it, she suddenly realized that it was not the number 0, but the circle, which was the same as her garden.

It turned out to be like this. She thinks she has solved the mystery. She seems to be a trumpet of a more careful fan. There are not many fans. No one commented on her. Xiaoyuan squinted and clicked a quiet attention. I have to see which two things this person sees strange.

After waiting for a while, there was no further information.

Xiaoyuan lay on the bed, her white and flawless calves shook in the air and fell on the quilt, repeating the action, startled in a daze. No matter how she diverts her attention, she still wants the comfort of that special person, even if she just listens to it. It's good to listen to her voice.

She is sad here, the big bad guy is sleeping! Even if she doesn't pick it up, she will quarrel her.

Xiaoyuan was originally dull and sad, but when the WeChat voice call bell rang, she suddenly persuaded her.

I took a look at the time, it was almost twelve o'clock, Wei Zhuang has always been self-disciplined, at this time she should fall asleep, it will affect her sleep, she is so busy...

Unexpectedly, Wei Zhuang would pick it up.

When I heard her voice, she was originally a subwoofer, and maybe she was really sleeping, with a bit of lazy tiredness that I hadn't heard before.

"Ok?"

Xiaoyuan lost most of her mind by her simple voice. Before she could say anything, she heard Wei Zhuang ask again, "What time is it?"

It is not a rhetorical question, nor does it mean to question, as if it was someone sleeping next to him, and asked vaguely, softly and undefendedly.

"...It's twelve o'clock?" Xiaoyuan's cheeks became hot, and she squeezed her phone tightly.

I really want to see her now half asleep and half awake! !

Wei Zhuang was silent, and there was a little noise from the microphone. It may be that she sat up, or the sound of her getting up and walking around.

Xiaoyuan listened quietly, slowly calming down.

"Are you insomnia?" Wei Zhuang asked her, there was more clarity in her voice and less confusion and tiredness.

"Oh... um..." Xiaoyuan hesitated.

"Have you started filming?" Wei Zhuang asked again.

This is not the reason, or it is not the main reason.

"Well, starting tomorrow."

"tension?"

"Fortunately, just a little bit."

"Aren't you used to staying in a hotel?"

"Don't get used to it, the assistants are there."

Whatever you want to talk about, you can talk about anything at will, it's all traces of existence.

Xiaoyuan remembered that when Wei Zhuang's face came down to kiss her, her long eyelashes were like butterfly wings, and her wings moved slightly, and storms fell in her heart again and again.

"I miss you, especially tonight." Xiaoyuan lowered her eyes, feeling her heart shake every time she said a word, "I feel that if I don't tell you now I miss you, I won't be able to make a good film tomorrow. Up."

After Xiaoyuan finished speaking, his heart was still pounding, and Wei Zhuang's breathing seemed to stop suddenly, and then he fell into silence.

Every time there is silence between them, the atmosphere becomes subtle.

How would she answer?

Will she answer?

What is her expression at this moment? What's your mood?

In this subtle silence, Xiao Yuan's heart beat faster and faster, expecting Wei Zhuang to say something, she can't be silent anymore, right?

She didn't know how long she waited, maybe it was only a few seconds. Xiaoyuan felt that her heart could not bear it anymore. When she was about to hang up the phone, Wei Zhuang gently called her name.

"Little Garden..."

The voice is slightly cool, but there is some undeniable softness.

She really likes Wei Zhuang to call her by name, but she rarely calls her. When calling her name, Wei Zhuang's emotions will be much deeper than usual.

Xiaoyuan's face was instantly burned by the fire, and the sheets in her hand were all wrinkled. Her side was extremely quiet, and Xiaoyuan could only hear her own breathing and heartbeat.

It was only a few days after I left, so I was too shy to say these things.

"I'm asleep." Xiaoyuan was stunned all of a sudden. She pressed her voice first. She covered her face, fell back on the bed, and sighed deeply.

It's useless, it's useless.

She laughed innocently, and her mood suddenly became lighter.

The filming is about to start tomorrow. She needs sleep now. She opened the quilt and lay in, closing her eyes. At this time, the screen of the mobile phone on the bedside table lit up. Xiaoyuan quickly picked it up and opened WeChat expectantly.

"I'll find a time to go to Xicheng in the middle of the month."

The corners of her lips curled up, covering her quilt and giggling.

When you come to Xicheng, it means you can meet each other.

It's dark.

After Wei Zhuang woke up, he couldn't sleep anymore.

She walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and there was a black silence outside.

The crystal cup shining with a little warm light on the top of his head, like a slightly curved crescent, like the smile of Xiao Yuan's nose wrinkled slightly.

— "I feel that if I don't tell you now that I miss you, I won't be able to make a good film tomorrow."

As the wind blew gently, the white paper was turned bit by bit, and the smiles in her eyes gradually gathered. Amidst the throbbing that no one knew, and even she didn't even realize it, Wei Zhuang smiled lightly.

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