delicacies

It snowed suddenly at night.

Probably because the temperature was too low, the snowflakes quickly accumulated a thin layer on the ground, just enough to print shallow footprints.

The location shooting ended ahead of schedule. Director Zhao originally reserved some people to wait and see the snow and see if he could take some more shots. The screenwriter Sun next to him stopped him and said, "It's been filmed in one go. The weather is so cold, let the children rest Rest. It just so happens that I think it will snow this week, and when the snow is thicker, many scenes can be shot on the spot."

Director Zhao looked at the progress in his hand, but he couldn't help him: "Then let's stop here today, the meal is hot, and we won't rest tomorrow."

All the directors and actors present felt that this was the rhythm of the Last Supper.

Bian Wennan didn't go to this last supper, not because he wanted to escape from anyone, but he really had no appetite.The filming of the past few days was too engrossing, coupled with the excessive emotional ups and downs, it brought out the old stomach problem that he had spent a lot of time recuperating.

Insomnia plus stomach pain.

He was a little thankful that Tang Anning didn't come, otherwise he might really have to ignore him and take him back.

As soon as he returned to Bian Wennan, he turned on the air conditioner in the room, and the warm air couldn't reach every corner for a while, it was still too cold for him.

Because of an accident a few years ago, Bian Wennan was a little afraid of the cold, and often dreamed that he was in a vast white snow field, and a snowman half buried in the snow opened his arms and hugged him tightly. .

The strange thing is that the snowman is very warm.

Dreams are always so unreasonable.

He sat on the sofa in a daze for a while before realizing that it wasn't in his apartment.

Pressing his stomach, Bian Wennan went to find a cup noodle in the luggage. There was a familiar yellow sticky note on it. He guessed that Tang Anning had secretly pasted it when he squatted in front of the luggage in the morning.

Looking inside, the top of the medicine bottle and the top of the clothes were pasted, the only thing that didn't suffer was his handkerchief.

He sometimes thinks that his psychiatrist may be a yellow sticky note, and there is always an endless supply of sticky notes.

Bian Wennan took advantage of the slight subsidence of the stomachache, boiled some hot water, and ate the noodles.

Then I took a hot bath, prepared to maintain my health, took the medicine, went to bed and read the script for a while before falling asleep.

It's a pity that after putting on pajamas and coming out of the bathroom, he heard someone knock on the door twice. He put the towel on the sofa and went to open the door with bare feet, thinking it was room service, but he never expected to see Actor Li standing at his door .

Bian Wennan blinked, thinking he had misread.

What was he doing here in the middle of the night at his own place across the hallway?Wrong room?

Film Emperor Li's dark eyes glanced at him, then glanced at the row of wet footprints left behind him, and slowly frowned.

Bian Wennan felt that this scene was a bit weird.

Although I really want to slam the door in this person's face, since Li Chenghui regards him as a stranger, Bian Wennan also treats him as a stranger who has no grievances or enmity for the time being. With his self-cultivation, naturally he didn't slam the door to the face of strangers.

Bian Wennan retreated back to continue wiping the things he hadn't finished wearing. As soon as he came out of the bathroom, he saw the person who should have been in the living room standing by the dining table, staring at the finished instant noodles on the table. A yellow sticky note that Bian Wennan didn't tear off.

The embarrassment was seen by this person.

The heating in the room is sufficient now, but the person who enters the room is still inexplicably chilled, with some snowdrops mixed in his hair, as if standing in the heavy snow, facing the snowflakes falling from the sky.

Bian Wennan saw steaming porridge on the table, and a snow-stained plastic bag with the words "XX Big Pharmacy" on it. The plastic bag was full of various stomach medicines.He froze for a moment, his stomach pain stopped for a moment, he couldn't figure out how this person noticed that even Xiao Wu didn't notice that he had a stomach pain.

He knew the pharmacy, which was far from the set.

Thinking about it again, actor Li is different from him, he has a lot of assistants on hand, how could he brave the snow to buy it himself.

Li Chenghui pushed the hot porridge in front of him, "It's going to be cold."

Bian Wennan did not fight against his stomach again.

Seeing that he had drunk, Li Chenghui frowned, and the messages on his phone kept popping up, "Brother, brother, how are you?" "Did you talk to Brother Wennan?" "If everything goes well, please let me know! Brother bastard! Cross the river and tear down the bridge!"...

He closed the page expressionlessly, and suddenly he paused, and found a new message inside.

Li Chenghui saw the sender's name and opened the message: [I said you shouldn't come to him again.You will make him worse. 】

He pressed the button, and soon the shutdown page appeared on the screen, and the phone went black.

Li Chenghui looked up at this person's appearance, and he could see that he was a little thinner than when he was on the plane. He squinted at the instant noodles on the table, and the obtrusive yellow sticky note on the instant noodles.

——【Pumpkin, don’t eat too much instant noodles!Think about your stomach problems, and think about me! 】

girlfriend?Li Chenghui guessed that he had swallowed a whole Coptis chinensis raw in his heart, and the bitter taste spread from his stomach to his lips and teeth.

He thought of the press releases he had read several times, insinuatingly analyzing Bian Wennan's scandals, saying that he had a secret girlfriend who had been with him for many years, and then saying that Bian Wennan took less drama and rested more, just to accompany her, and then It is said that Bian Wennan will take a break from acting soon, quit the entertainment circle completely, and go abroad to marry and have children with his secret girlfriend.

She is not suitable for him.

Li Chenghui looked at the instant noodles on the table, then looked at the pale face of the man, and saw this man in school uniform, not a spoon in his hand, but a pen, who was concentrating on writing something down in the book .

Time has hardly left anything on this person's appearance, but it has become thinner and colder.

The whole person seemed to be wrapped in a piece of ice. Although there was gentleness in the brows, there was cold ice and snow hidden in the eyes.

Li Chenghui can't forget the people who painted colorful colors recklessly in those years, because the emotions are too short and unforgettable.

Nor did he believe that this man would forget.

Bian Wennan really couldn't ignore the eyes of the people around him.

He lowered his eyes as if drinking the porridge, the hot porridge slipped into the esophagus, but it seemed that he had swallowed a big mouthful of ice and snow, the more it went down, the colder it became.

In those difficult years long ago, he had thought about asking this man for an answer.

But because the waiting was too long and the search was too long, this idea gradually changed its quality.

Now we are face to face with this person like two strangers, so close to each other, but we are speechless.

If he hadn't met him when he was a student, would it have been different?

Bian Wennan thought so, but no matter what, he couldn't imagine that kind of appearance.

"At the same table, I don't know how to do this question either."

Bian Wennan turned the full draft paper over, scanned the stem, and began to speak step by step. When he filled the draft paper again, he raised his head and faced Li Chenghui's eyes intently.

He froze for a moment, not understanding why he was looking at his face, "Is there any problem-solving process on my face?"

Li Chenghui thought about it seriously, and answered: "No."

Bian Wennan saw his very righteous and expressionless face, and gave up the pursuit. Just when he lowered his head again and wanted to continue to solve the answer, the tip of his pen stopped.

Li Chenghui waited for a while, his pen turning hands were sore, "Why don't you write?"

Bian Wennan alertly saw that he wanted to be opportunistic: "You figure it out yourself."

……

The class sang a big chorus, and the song chosen was "Let's Swing the Oars" by Rotten Street.

The repertoire was chosen by the squad leader. In order not to spoil the street, he also adopted the suggestion of the literary and art committee. The chorus began and ended with a cappella, followed by the last row of harmonica accompaniment.