Electro-optical Phantom [Entertainment]

A long time later, Xiang Xiaoyuan recalled tonight, countless times she felt that her courage was too fat!

But she didn't know at this time, she was purely on a whim, impulsively.

Wei Zhuang sat on the sofa with subtle eyes.

For at least a moment, Xiao Yuan felt very subtle, but inexplicably, almost the next second, Wei Zhuang's face became cold.

I usually talk to her peacefully, and treat them differently because of the age, social status, and achievement distance between them.

Even though she doesn't like to laugh, there is hardly any emotional ups and downs, as if everything is not worth causing her joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.

But at this time, Xiaoyuan sensitively sensed that she was angry.

Her sitting posture has not changed, her eyes seem to contain immortal ice. In fact, she is not a sharp and cool look. The contours of her eyes, nose, lips and chin are all very soft and delicate. This is not only the appearance. Beauty, the bones are also beautiful.

If she hadn't been too cold and too cold, she would definitely be a lively beauty.

Xiaoyuan stood dazedly, with a voice screaming in her heart, are you crazy, are you still thinking about how she was when she was not cold?

Now how to do?

Is she angry?

Why are you angry?

She was confused and a little at a loss.

"Everything is for acting, isn't it?" Wei Zhuang said suddenly, his eyes indifferent, and there seemed to be a trace of depression, his voice was like ice water hitting a rock, and Xiaoyuan trembled slightly from the cold, "...I..."

Without waiting for Xiaoyuan to sort out his thoughts and speak, Wei Zhuang stood up and walked away as if not expecting her answer.

She quickly walked out of the living room, and when she passed by Xiao Yuan, the skirt quickly brushed her trousers.

Xiaoyuan was stunned, only having time to make a soft "hey" sound.

How to do? What does this mean?

what happened?

Is she really angry?

Xiaoyuan's mind was numb, and the first reaction was to chase a few steps, and then hurriedly stopped.

There are generally two ways to deal with an angry person. One is to catch up immediately and communicate with her to make the other person feel valued. Another way is to calm her down and calm her emotions first, and then see if she wants to communicate.

What kind is Weizhuang? Would she not like someone to bother her?

Xiaoyuan stopped and circled back to the living room, but she compared her heart to her heart. She was the first one. She didn't like being left behind when she was in a bad mood, so she would feel very lonely.

Thinking about this, she chased a few steps again.

But Wei Zhuang is different from himself, right?

The small garden circled back again.

Wait, she was angry. She didn't say that she was even more angry.

Xiaoyuan frowned and ran again.

Wait, but she doesn't know what she is angry about in Weizhuang? If she asks back "Where did you go wrong?" What should she answer?

If I answer, I don’t know, isn’t the other party even more angry?

Xiaoyuan ran around in distress and went back several times, biting his thumb for a long time, and finally sighed, forget it, don't act rashly if you don't figure out the situation, it's not good if it gets worse.

She was so worried that her facial features were all crumpled together.

Woohoo.

Even if they are both women, the world of the year is still so difficult to understand!

The octagonal window was crackled by raindrops, and Wei Zhuang stood alone in front of the window, the silent lamp dazzled her.

In the middle of the night, the rain was heavier, and there was no sign of stopping.

It was rainy, just like that day.

At the age of twelve, when she came home from the Western Sword Museum, only the maid greeted her.

"Miss, you are back." The maid took her sword sleeve and backpack.

"Where is my dad?" She asked her father to discuss the course arrangements for the second half of the year. He is a busy person and it is too difficult to meet him. She made an appointment with his secretary several weeks in advance.

The children of the Wei family usually go to aristocratic private schools. In addition to the prescribed courses, there are also optional courses.

The maid replied: "Mr and wife are going to pick up the young master."

She paused, "Not today?"

The maid could only answer truthfully, "Sir, they went to Europe for a holiday, and only came back a week later."

After coming back, I don’t know where they live, make an appointment again, and don’t know when to meet again. She didn't feel disappointed, maybe she had been disappointed too many times, and she didn't know what it was like to be disappointed again.

I remember that that year was in April, and it was always rainy in Shanghai in April. She attended classes, studied, and exercised, alone, as always.

An unexpected person came to the house the next day.

The visitor wore a dark blue and purple cheongsam, with a classic appearance and delicate begonia embroidered. As we all know, although cheongsam is good-looking, it is not universal, and it is difficult to dress appropriately and beautifully. She had never seen anyone able to dress such a graceful cheongsam in this color.

"My daughter is at home." The woman called her affectionately with a soft voice.

囡囡 is the nickname for the little girl in this area.

Wei Zhuang is very strange to her ears. No one has ever called her like that, "Who are you?"

"Don't remember mother?" The woman sat over, her bright red lips were like a delicate and full rose under the magnificent crystal lamp in the hall.

Hearing this word, Wei Zhuang's mind flashed some information points that she had learned.

Her name is Zhu Ehua.

Is her biological mother.

Father's first wife.

It was her mother who hadn't seen her since she was born.

"Anyway, you have nothing to do. Go and play with your mother?" She asked with a smile.

The information in her mind has been sealed for a long time. For a long time, she thought these were like the knowledge points in a book, printed in the booklet. She did not expect that one day would come to her alive.

Twelve-year-old Wei Zhuang looked at her quietly for a while and nodded.

Zhu Ehua took her away for a week.

The place where she lives always smells of flowers, and different flowers are delivered to the door every day.

She don't let herself do her homework, "That's too boring, I don't want my daughter to become a little bookworm."

She held a dance party at home, and the air was filled with the strong fragrance of perfume, the rotating dance skirt, and the music from the antique record player.

The most charming one in the crowd walked over and took her hand, "Come on, 囡囡, dance with mom."

She cooked at home, blacked out the kitchen, and laughed loudly, "Oh my God, luckily I am not a housewife."

Blinked at her, "Fortunately, my family won't have to cook anymore. Don't go into the kitchen."

…

Once late at night, she said to her with tears: "Mum never regrets not being with you for a day, but for the sake of life, mom has to leave you. I think about you every day, my God, you are so beautiful and outstanding. I'm so proud, and my mother's suffering is worth it."

During that week, she didn't do any homework, did not go to the Western Sword Hall, and did not go to the gym. She did not complete any of the things she should do, but she found it very novel and fulfilling.

She was only 12 years old, so she will look forward to it.

After that, she has been waiting, she didn't tell anyone, and no one noticed it, because she went to classes, exercises, and learned all the skills she was interested in as usual. Only she knew that she was looking forward to it.

I don't know how long it took, but she couldn't remember how long it was.

Until one day, on her way home, she passed an intersection in Luna Plaza, and there was a huge poster on the billboard of the mall.

Above is Zhu Ehua's face at a 45-degree angle. She is wearing a retro cheongsam with a peony flower in her sideburns, dressed as a dancing girl, swaying.

There is a line of words "make another glory after Zhu Ying" and "playing the role of mother for the first time" pierced her eyes.

Wei Zhuang got out of the car and went to buy a movie and magazine. Unlike children of the same age, her daily life is all kinds of studies, and she rarely pays attention to entertainment information. When she opened the book, she saw Zhu Ehua's photos all at once, and several consecutive pages were her film interviews.

She smiled brightly, with a variety of styles, and every photo has a different charm.

The reporter asked several questions for the interview. She answered the reporter’s question, “Yes, it’s the first time I played the role of a mother. It’s quite interesting. Um, I mean, it’s not difficult to play the role of a dancer. Acting as a mother who is a dancer by profession."

"Well, for an actor, the experience in life is very important. I did find some ways to empathize with this character."

"This film was shortlisted for the main competition unit of the Venice Film Festival. I didn't expect it to win the prize. I was surprised and gratified to have the opportunity to be seen again."

"Congratulations on your winning the queen crown of the International Film Festival again."

"Haha, it is indeed the best gift I received at the age of 35."

Wei Zhuang closed her eyes, pinched her nails into her palms, biting her lips until she became pale, and after a while, she asked the driver to buy the tape for the movie.

When she went home, she watched the movie quietly. All the plots can match, even her high-light lines are exactly the same, "Mom never regrets not being with you for a day, but for the sake of life, my mom has to leave you. …, you are so beautiful and outstanding, I am so proud, and my mother’s suffering is worth it."

It is Zhu Ehua's familiar face, familiar words.

Her extremely beautiful face, in front of Wei Village, seemed to gradually become a painting, melted into the water, all the colors faded in an instant, completely pale and unfamiliar.

Everything is for acting.

She closed the movie and went outside. The weather was bad that day, and it rained soon, and the eyes were full of twilight. The rain hit her feet, and hit her thin and thin shadow.

It has been a matter of years, Wei Zhuang did not expect her memory to be so clear.

Xiaoyuan just took a shower and calmed down for a while, feeling that he still had to do something. There are several rooms in the presidential suite, and Xiaoyuan is not sure where she is.

She looked around and seemed to be able to determine which house Wei Zhuang was in. She hesitated at the door of the room.

In the shower, she used her brain desperately. She could only think of a reason why Wei Zhuang was angry. Maybe she didn't like sudden things?

A boss like her should like everything to be carried out according to her plan. Because I didn't tell her to play with her in advance, she was angry, right?

Xiaoyuan really can’t think of any other reasons, because in her life, she has looked for her brother, Caijuan, and co-actors to play with her, and she even tried to play with Shihai, as if this is not an unforgivable crime. Behavior?

But this is just what she thinks.

She didn't know Wei Zhuang's thoughts.

Xiaoyuan didn't think about it clearly, after hesitating to walk a few times at her door, he went back to the room where he was sleeping.

This was a strange place to her. She couldn't sleep on the bed. She moved the pillow and quilt onto the carpet as usual, with her back against the wall.

Go to bed first and solve it tomorrow.

Maybe, we will get up tomorrow and leave beforehand like the first time.

Then the matter of the night is over.

Holding this fluke, she gradually fell asleep in the sound of rain.

After many years, when they had been together for a long time, Xiaoyuan learned the reason for Wei Zhuang's anger this night. She felt very distressed and gave Wei Zhuang a very long hug.

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