just sauce

At dusk, the sun is half hidden in the clouds, like an egg yolk.

Afterglow dragged the shadows of vehicles and pedestrians a little longer.

Zhan Mu ate two macarons and a piece of chocolate mousse. She was a little stuffed, and there was a cloying sweet taste in her mouth. She asked the waiter for a cup of Blue Mountain coffee.

"I want a cup of Earl Gray milk tea." The person sitting opposite her added to the waiter.

Zhan Mu "tsk tsk" twice and couldn't help shaking his head: "Do you still drink sweets?"

"Let me take a sip of your coffee in a second."

"Okay." Zhan Mu was overjoyed.

"So I want to order a cup of milk tea. If you drink something bitter, you want something sweet. It's all bitterness." The person opposite said with a smile.

Zhan Mu: "..."

"No wonder you always have a sweet smell on your body. It turns out that you like to eat sweets." Zhan Mu stared at her thoughtfully and smiled.

"What sweet smell?" She raised her arm and sniffed, "No."

"Can you stop being so cute, I want to stuff you in my pocket." Zhan Mu's eyes became hot instantly, and he licked his lips subconsciously.

The person on the opposite side put his chin on his hands and smiled, "I want to say that I look like a hamster again, don't you?"

"I thought so when I first saw you." Zhan Mu couldn't help but reach out and pinch her face.

"No wonder." She avoided Zhan Mu's claws, raised her eyebrows and said, "You said before that you had a bad first impression of me."

"That's because you look like a white lotus." Zhan Mu was also very helpless, "You know, generally people who look like a white lotus are not good... people." Otherwise, the other party might be even more unhappy.

Sure enough, the face of the opposite person was elongated.

"That's really embarrassing. I have a face that Mr. Zhan misunderstood."

"But in fact, your appearance is the type I like very much." Zhan Mu said quickly.

"Don't you think you are contradicting yourself?" The person opposite narrowed his eyes.

I like the appearance of Bai Lianhua, but I feel that a person who looks like that is not a good person.

"Yeah, why am I so contradictory?" Zhan Mu shrugged and put the question aside, "But it turns out that you are really my type, from inside to outside, from head to toe, you are impeccable."

"I'm not the only one who heard Young Master Zhan say that." The other party smiled, not taking Zhan Mu's words seriously.

Zhan Mu became anxious, and raised his hand to swear: "You are the only one, really."

The waiter came here with a tray, and the person opposite glanced at the waiter, and whispered to Zhan Mu, "Okay, put your hands down."

Zhan Mu raised the corners of his lips and smiled like a spring breeze.

The waiter put down the coffee and milk tea, turned and left.

Zhan Mu asked with a smile: "Then what was your first impression of me?"

The other party didn't answer immediately, but picked up the sticky note and signature pen on the dining table, and quickly drew on it.

Zhan Mu poked his head curiously, and saw that the pale and elegant hand holding the pen drew a plum blossom on the paper with only a few strokes.

"Are you doing magic?" Zhan Mu praised deliberately exaggeratedly.

"Give it to you." The slender and shapely fingers held the note between Zhan Mu and handed it to Zhan Mu.

Zhan Mu took advantage of the situation and held that hand.

"Your first impression of me was plum blossom?"

The other party smiled and nodded.

"Hmm... Let me think about it, plum blossoms blooming alone, does it mean that I am very special in your eyes?"

"Don't think too much, what kind of flower do you only look at?"

"Plum blossom." Zhan Mu still couldn't figure it out.

"Yes," she said with a smile, "it's just mildew."

Zhan Mu was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses.

She grabbed her hand and put it to her lips and kissed it: "Then you can only consider yourself unlucky."

……

Another strange dream.

Zhan Mu turned on the bedside lamp and walked around the room restlessly.

The plum blossom in the dream is exactly the same as Gao Yu's painting.The only difference is that Gao Yu used a Langhao, and the man in the dream used a signature pen.

Zhan Mu dug out the cigarette and lighter, walked to the window sill, and looked at the end of the darkness.

What really upset Zhan Mu was not the plum blossoms, but the person who painted them.

She has the same face as Gao Yu.

"Tsk." Zhan Mu took a deep puff of the cigarette, allowing the nicotine to swim in his chest, and the spicy taste lingered in the depths of his throat, which severely stimulated the mucous membranes, bringing masochistic pleasure.

Why do I dream about that person over and over again?

What the heck.

I actually still fell in love with her, although it was in a dream, but after waking up and thinking about it, it was still very uncomfortable.

It felt like eating rotten fruit, with stomach churning and nausea.

In the morning, she had already discussed a backup plan with Hu Lili. If Gao Yu's performance could not be maintained at an unsatisfactory level, another actor would be recruited into the group.

There were three candidates on the list, and they were all artists who were as well-known as Wu Lu. I saw which of the three of them had time and who was interested in the script.

Of course, pay is also critical.

Zhan Mu, who woke up and couldn't sleep anymore, just smoked by the window for two hours, making the whole room full of smog.

She didn't smoke one after another, most of the time she just lit it between her fingers and waited for it to burn out slowly.

The smell of nicotine can relieve part of the worries in the heart, whether it is an illusion or not, anyway, Zhan Mu thinks it is more relaxing.

When fish-scale clouds appeared in the sky, Zhan Mu cleaned up the cigarette butts on the ground, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Half an hour later, she came out wrapped in a big towel, changed into neat clothes, and started making breakfast.Boil a pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, then fry eggs and fried rice noodles.

I went out on time at eight o'clock. When I passed the flower shop downstairs, I saw that the glass door was still closed. It was not yet business hours, and the proprietress didn't know what she was doing inside.Zhan Mu knocked on the door and went in, buying all the sunflowers inside.

So Bai Juyi was lucky enough to see Zhan Mu smiling at her in a large field of sunflowers.

"Young Master Zhan, your appearance is a bit scary."

Zhan Muqi asked: "Where is the horror?"

Bai Juyi looked at the sunflower in her arms.

Each flower was as big as a human face, and Zhan Mu hugged a large bundle.

"Doesn't Teacher Bai like sunflowers?"

"I like it, but...how does Young Master Zhan plan to deal with them?"

Zhan Mu was immediately stopped by the question.

"...Keep it in a vase?"

Bai Juyi looked around, but couldn't find the vase.

Zhan Mu: "..."

In the end, I had to put these sunflowers on the corner of the wall first.

The weather was too hot, and Bai Juyi had no appetite. He only drank some porridge with preserved egg and lean meat. Zhan Mu had no choice but to eat fried rice noodles.

During the period, the nurse came in to make rounds and was shocked to see an astonishing number of sunflowers.

Bai Orange Yi gave her a flower when she left.

"Shao Zhan doesn't need to check the shooting progress today?" Bai Juyi didn't want to sit still after breakfast, so she stood up and took a walk in the ward.

Although Zhan Mu knew that Bai Juyi was walking steadily, he was still worried that she would fall or something, so he followed her step by step: "Director Sun has a sense of proportion, and I don't know anything about filming. Going there will only disturb the morale of the army."

Bai Juyi smiled and said, "Didn't you often come to the set before?"

Zhan Mu said: "Didn't I pursue Teacher Bai at that time? Everyone knows that I have Sima Zhao's heart. Teacher Bai is so smart, can't he not know?"

Bai Tangyi: "..."

Bai Juyi was walking around in the ward, and Zhan Mu thoughtfully poured tea and water to wipe her sweat.

Zhan Mu's cell phone rang, but he didn't answer it.

Bai Juyi reminded her: "Young Master Zhan, your phone is ringing."

Zhan Mu nodded calmly and said, "This is the ringing bell I specially set for Teacher Bai."

Bai Juyi asked suspiciously: "Is this an alarm?"

"Yes." Zhan Mu said, "It's set for 45 minutes, so Mr. Bai, your exercise time is over."

Bai Tangyi: "..."

Even though he was just walking in such a small area of ​​the room, Bai Orange Yi was still sweating all over.Zhan Mu fetched a basin of hot water and carefully wiped her face, hands and body.

"Do you want to lower the temperature of the air conditioner?" Zhan Mu asked.

Bai Juyi shook his head: "This is just right, I still have to feel the feeling of summer in summer."

Zhan Mu walked to the window, just below was the courtyard, and many patients were walking under the shade of trees.

"Summer is coming to an end."

"It will be September in a few days, and it won't be so hot after autumn." Bai Juyi walked to Zhan Mu's side.

"Should we go to the mountains to enjoy the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival?" Zhan Mu turned to look at her, "We can make mooncakes by ourselves, bring fruits, make a pot of good tea, and sit on the hood of the car to watch the moon."

Bai Juyi couldn't help but smile: "It's still some time before the Mid-Autumn Festival. Does Young Master Zhan need to make an appointment so much in advance?"

"Yes," Zhan Mu held her hand and swayed it back and forth by his side. "I also want to make an appointment for Teacher Bai's National Day. We can go to the seaside for vacation together."

"Then why don't you make an appointment for Christmas?" Bai Juyi laughed.

"Of course," Zhan Mu said seriously, "I still want to make an appointment for next year's New Year's Day, and I also want to make an appointment for every big and small festival in the future, and make an appointment for Teacher Bai's life."

Bai Juyi looked out of the window with distant eyes: "Young Master Zhan's words seem to be a marriage proposal."

Zhan Mu approached her and smiled and asked, "Then if I propose to Teacher Bai, will Teacher Bai agree?"

Bai Juyi didn't answer hypothetical questions, but just smiled.

Zhan Mu didn't get an answer, and didn't continue to ask, but just tightened the hands they held.

Bai Juyi glanced at the sunflowers in the corner, and couldn't help but said, "Young Master Zhan, let's hurry up and find a way to arrange them."

It is estimated that no one will worry about what to do with the flowers after receiving them.

"I'll drop by the florist when I get back to make lunch and ask them to deliver the right vase."

"Young Master Zhan, don't spend blindly in the future."

Zhan Mu reached into his trouser pocket, took a look, and took out a small notepad from it.

"Well, I must remember to save money when I give things to Teacher Bai in the future." She opened the notepad, and there was a short ballpoint pen inside.

"In the future, I will give this kind of flowers." Zhan Mu said while drawing a picture on the notepad, and then handed it to Bai Juyi, and asked with a playful smile, "Does Teacher Bai like it?"

Bai Juyi couldn't help being happy, this painting is really not ordinary and naive, maybe even elementary school students can draw better than her, but Bai Juyi still nodded and said: "Not bad, at least it won't occupy the corner of the wall."

Zhan Mu: "..."

Bai Juyi stared at the flower with childish strokes, the corners of his mouth were raised high, and he could see that he was very happy.

"Then Teacher Bai should reciprocate and give me a grateful kiss?" Zhan Mu winked at her.

Bai Juyi picked up the pen, turned the notepad to a new page, and began to sketch.

"What is something so mysterious that Mr. Bai draws, can't you let me see it?" Zhan Mu saw that Bai Juyi held up the notebook high up, almost sticking it to his face, obviously he didn't want her to peek at it.

"Okay, let's see." While speaking, Bai Orange Yi had already finished the last stroke, and handed back the notepad.

What is drawn on it is a lip, with three words written next to it, what?

Zhan Mu: "..."

"Teacher Bai is really beautiful in painting," Zhan Mu looked up at her and smiled, "Why don't you teach me?"

Bai Juyi smiled and asked, "What does Young Master Zhan want to learn to paint?"

Zhan Mu raised the corners of his lips, paused before saying, "I want to learn how to draw flowers."

The author has something to say:

Little Theater of No Responsibility:

Zhan Shao: "Does Teacher Bai like the sunflower I gave you?"

Feverfew Chrysanthemum: "Actually, I prefer the sunflower seeds inside"

Zhan Shao: "..."