After the white moonlight cuts the black

Temperatures dropped below zero at night.

The city's cold forecast is sent to the background of every mobile phone text message that handles business, and the general warmth makes this winter unique.

The gossip about the century-old extreme cold spread all over the Internet, Yan Hui clutched the phone, and put the greetings stored in the metal case into his pocket.

It was already [-]:[-] when the crew meeting ended. Commercial streets and squares took off their daytime professional make-up, and neon painted it with thick and beautiful make-up, making it charming and charming, even the low temperature could not resist it.

The whole crew went to the hotel on foot, and the stars wore masks and left the group in twos and threes. In contrast, such as make-up, lighting, and scene management, they were already familiar with each other, and they all met and stayed together.

The screenwriter team was headed by Meng Huaiming, so naturally they had to wait for him to move before leaving.

Meng Huaiming, Director Sun and others stayed at the venue for half an hour longer. Yan Hui and the others were inconvenient to stay indoors for a long time, so they went to the lobby to wait.

The security guard on the first floor hadn't changed his shift yet, and was sitting on a swivel chair in front of the empty information desk, swiping his phone.

Li Xi tightened his collar and shrunk his neck, relying on the frequency of trembling to heat up, Yan Hui took a deep breath, and the clothes soaked in sweat on his back were blown against his body by the wind, making it even colder to the bone.

Xiao Li gasped in her hands, suddenly slapped her head, jumped up and ran towards Uncle Security, and when she came back, she carried an extra plastic bag from the supermarket, from which she fiddled with a few packs of fish tofu and stuffed them into Yan Hui's hand inside.

She has been with the crew three times, and she has accumulated a lot of experience. She knows how to eat the lunch box of the crew, and she is bald, and the sudden rush to the set often delays the meal.

There are also toiletries in the plastic bag, more duck neck pickled pepper chicken feet, and a large bottle of essential oil, just thinking about it can make the senses refreshing.

Yan Hui was eating the original flavored fish tofu, but felt that it was tasteless, so he opened the package of spicy meat and wrapped it in one bite. Xiao Li asked her to take it casually, and pushed the big bag towards him. Package.

"That's really spicy, Brother Chen, open a bottle of water." Xiao Li crunched the bones of the chicken wings, and Yan Hui saw a can of chopped peppers when he picked up the vegetarian meat: "Spicy girl from the south?"

"I've never liked spicy food since I was a child." Li Xi nodded, "Brother Chen, take this eight-treasure porridge, and I'll give you some hot sauce when I have time tomorrow. The meals for the crew are even more slimming than diet pills."

The southern land uses spicy and hemp to remove the cold and dampness in the body, which is the hometown of Yanhui that cannot return.

Li Xi's chatterbox opened up, and he talked about the continuous rain in his hometown, the always wet quilt, the habitual rheumatism and the New Year without gunpowder smoke.

"The background of <You Come and I Go> should be in the south. The Jiangnan flavor in the novel is actually quite strong."

Li Xi opened the document on the phone, and the red, yellow and yellow special marks on the screen reflected in her pupils, Yan Hui asked her: "What do you think of the emotional direction of this article?"

Li Xi was serious, and stopped eating. She greeted Yan Hui's question, as if she was in the scene of a thesis defense, and said nervously but seriously: "Their relationship can become love."

Yan Hui laughed, and Li Xi blushed slightly as if he had been praised by his mentor, "I actually like reading this kind of article, a little bit, um..."

She was afraid that Yan Hui would not be able to accept that attribute. After all, many men are disgusted with this kind of attitude. Yan Hui could hear her hesitate to speak, "Then what do you think of this kind of love?"

"Love is a strong attraction between people." Li Xi pondered, and then said: "Regardless of men and women, love will arise when the conditions are met."

This answer is simply an official template, Yan Hui changed the way of asking, "Then what do you think of the 'rotten group'?"

Li Xi suddenly opened his eyes wide, held his breath and thought for a long time, before saying: "I don't think the original intention of this group is wrong... After all groups are divided, there will always be extremists, and there will inevitably be people with double standards .”

"But at least I, although I can't represent this group, what I want to see is a semi-fantasy model of love. It is the tacit understanding of coupling and the extradition of reality, which makes me believe that there is still love in the world that is not afraid of suffering, even if it has fiction and processing, while art originates from life and must be added to life.”

"Groups are meant to be uplifting, Sexualfantasyobjects are infamy, equalrights are not an excuse."

"Rational people in the corrupt group can view this matter correctly. Discernment is a kind of personal ability that is not proportional to the group you belong to. In fact... I can't tell, but I can treat this matter equally. And I don't have a deep understanding of the original paradox of 'does loving someone have anything to do with gender'."

"As Teacher Meng said today, respect is not a word that contains discrimination, but the most important virtue between people and the basic requirements of being a human being."

"Chen Jin."

Meng Huaiming, who was just mentioned, walked out of the elevator. Director Sun laughed and joked about how united his screenwriting team was, waiting for the boss in such a cold day.

Director Sun, the producer and others also have night talks. He nicknamed "Liu Shui Di", which means Liu Shui Di, playing protracted battles, often without sleep, and the night is a new battlefield for fighting with open arms and dark arrows.

Meng Huaiming got the work cards and distributed them among them on the spot.

After the location shooting, they still have to go to the film and television base to shoot the scene of the hospital and Tianqiao. When Li Xi saw the badge, he saw his relatives. Xindao finally didn’t have to go into the crew to change the script, and he had to pay for special attractions out of his own pocket. .

Meng Huaiming approached Yan Hui and whispered in his ear, "...the hotel is a double room."

Meng Huaiming just learned about this detail that is negligible to others from Director Sun, "Xiao Li lives with a girl from the art group, Chen Jin, you..."

"Do I live with you?"

"Yes."

Yan Hui had a strange look on his face, Meng Huaiming wanted to explain, but felt that any more words would be self-defeating. Director Sun's cleverness was always used in small places where he thought he was right.

The film crew almost contracted most of the hotel's housing, and some people even wanted to move out of the hotel on the tenth day, so finding a new residence now will inevitably cause more inconvenience.

Wu Fei went back to the hotel first, and Meng Huaiming bought something similar to what Xiao Li had prepared in a nearby self-service store. The three of them all carried their bags into the elevator and happened to meet Tong Shuize who was going downstairs.

He wore a black mask and only exposed his eyes. When he saw them, his big eyes vividly conveyed a smile.

"Do you want something to drink?" Tong Shuize asked, and Meng Huaiming said politely, "Why don't you ask your assistant to buy it?"

"He's caught a cold, let him rest first." Then he said: "It's getting faster these days, but be careful, just now I ran into Brother Chu's manager who was going to buy medicine for him. We can't get sick first."

"Mr. Chu He is sick?"

"Stomach trouble, his face is pale from the pain, and his manager and I helped him go to the house."

When filming, I am most afraid of the physical condition of the actors. Chu He is the protagonist but falls ill first. It may affect the progress. If the flu spreads in the crew, it will be even worse.

Meng Huaiming called someone to prepare cold granules, which will be distributed on the set tomorrow. As she was speaking, the elevator stopped at Li Xi's floor. She bid farewell to Meng Huaiming and Yan Hui respectfully, and disappeared around the corner in a flash.

The elevator door closed again, leaving only Meng Huaiming and Yan Hui.

There was no words for a moment, and the hum of the mechanical operation was particularly amplified.

"Sneeze." Yan Hui turned his head to the side and covered his hands with his hands and sneezed. The sound was soft and soft. Meng Huaiming took out the shawl blanket he bought just now, and wanted to put it on him with his own hands, but he didn't dare to go beyond it, so he handed it over to him. In front of him: "Don't really catch a cold."

The lights on the floors were turned off one by one, Silence slipped out through the gradually opening gap of the elevator, and Yan Hui followed behind Meng Huaiming step by step.

Their room was in the back of the hotel, and the small overhead light illuminated the end that was almost closed on three sides. There was a small window in front of it, and half of the window was the colorful light of tall buildings.

Prosperity melts in the light, half of which is the unfathomable sky, giving room for all the unspeakable.

Meng Huaiming swiped his card to open the door. After getting the electricity, he saw the layout of the room clearly. He was finally relieved that Director Sun would not be so presumptuous and didn't book a double room for them.

In the hotel environment, etc., the striped floral wallpaper is pasted as always, the bedside cabinets are used for two beds, and the bathroom is fairly clean.

Meng Huaiming opened half the window and turned on the air conditioner first, and Yan Hui sat on the side sheltered from the wind. From Meng Huaiming's point of view, he was wrapped in a blanket like the emoji of a panda squatting in a corner on the Internet.

"I'll take a shower first."

Meng Huaiming put away his change of clothes, and Yan Hui's luggage was with him. He was almost unencumbered, just like the year he disappeared.

But Meng Huaiming still can't understand the possibility of his zero consumption.

This month, he bought flowers for Chuqi, saved the fee, and occasionally went to buy some odds and ends to go home.

I don't know when it started, income and expenses became the proof of a person's life. Meng Huaiming was grateful for the existence of Yanhui, and was full of doubts and unknowns about that empty zero field.

When Meng Huaiming came out, Yan Hui had already tidied up his things. Small items were sorted into conspicuous places, and his coats were hung up neatly. He carried the towels and toiletries into the bathroom, and passed by Meng Huaiming, who was covered in steam.

Maybe it was because of the exhaustion after a day of cleaning, but Meng Huaiming could smell the dusty and different aura of Yan Hui.

The smell was very magical, not any kind of shower gel scent, Meng Huaiming had smelled a similar smell somewhere, maybe it was the result of soaking him in the water town where Yanhui was born.

In front of Sister Yan Hui’s bookstore, he caught it for the first time, thinking it was neem, nandina and oleander after the rain, those flowers and trees that were endowed with unlimited imagination but could not be recognized in fact.

He clearly realized that there was very little possibility of this smell actually existing, but it was really only he, Meng Huaiming, who discovered it.

Like a secret that only one person in the world can spy on, you must hold it tightly with both hands to emphasize his reality.

The sound of water coming from the bathroom, Meng Huaiming turned off the main light, leaving behind a row of wall lamps that illuminate the door and the bathroom corridor. He covered his face with the quilt filled with polyester fiber from the hotel, imagining that when Yan Hui came out of the bathroom, Like the clump of lilacs in his dream that was illuminated by the warm lamp every night.

He has desire for him, a strong desire, this Meng Huaiming cannot deny.

The sound of water lasted for a long time, and Yan Hui's emotions ran out of control in a sufficiently enclosed space, but opening a door could make him sober and self-control.

He is afraid of dreaming and hallucinations, he always feels that when he opens the door, behind him is Yan Ran, Zhao Hao, a group of people.

His psychiatrist asked him to describe this weird fantasy about the "door" in detail, using words to repeatedly determine the location of these people, and he asked him, so is Meng always in the house?Yan Hui said yes, he came in, or in the house, he was not behind the door.

With his back to the bathroom, Meng Huaiming's heart was beating wildly like an immature boy, suppressing the sound of the door opening and footsteps, but the smell became clearer.

The water vapor made the smell farther away and thinner. Before Meng Huaiming had any self-awareness, his body bounced up and moved closer to the edge of the bed.

Then he clearly heard Yan Hui's laughter.

This is so weird, it seems like Yan Hui is the one who might want to do something to him.

The bedding in this hotel was too rough, and the quilt made a rustling sound when it was touched. Meng Huaiming could fully imagine how Yan Hui hid her body in the rustling quilt, turning over and facing him with her back.

It's like a pair of quarreling children, thinking that they can remove all obstacles without looking.

The sound of each other's breathing intertwined in the night.

Yan Hui kept the row of small lights, he faced the wall, and after a long time, he opened his mouth first: "Meng Huaiming."