After the white moonlight cuts the black

The hotel's hanging air conditioners do not sleep from time to time, and the louvers are closed and closed.

Yan Hui called out Meng Huaiming's name, and her rootless call fell into the heart of Heiye.

Meng Huaiming didn't turn over. When Yan Hui curled up, the quilt would make a small rubbing sound, just like the sound of Bai Tan opening the petals, indescribably cautious.

He was facing the curtain, the wind leaked in, and even the sticky darkness rippled.

"I told Chu Qi before, don't make yourself too embarrassed."

Yan Hui's voice was steady, and what he was about to say seemed to be a trivial matter.

Through the not-so-bright space, the desire to tell becomes strong, and it is enough to hide.

Yan Hui stretched out her hand against the wall, feeling the uneven texture of the wallpaper.

"But I didn't."

Meng Huaiming was not in a hurry to ask, and only gave proof of listening.

Yan Hui was silent for a long time, breathing long and far, Meng Huaiming almost thought he had fallen asleep.

"Do you regret it? You came to me in Lanting a year ago?"

In an instant, even the sound of breathing was inaudible.

Whether it's Yan Hui's or himself.

He never expected that this question would be asked by Yan Hui first.

"If you didn't go to buy Forest Township that day..."

"No." Meng Huaiming interrupted him: "It wasn't a coincidence that day, I just went to find you. I saw you as early as the premiere in Forest Township, and heard you talking with the director."

"...En." Yan Hui calmly accepted this false first encounter, or she already felt that there was nothing more to bear.

This is where their relationship started.

There are not so many unexpected encounters, destiny.

"Little Lulurong and His Forest Township" is a pure and beautiful fairy tale, and the bridge it builds is fragile and fragile.

"So it's not quite right."

Under the dim light, Yan Hui's body completely sank into the shadows, and he listened to him slowly retelling their past feelings, as if watching torture.

Yan Hui saw the distorted shape of the ceiling, "You find me, I respond to you, we dated and fell in love, and finally broke up, step by step until now, nothing is true."

Then he asked himself, "Isn't it true at all?"

Yan Hui touched the joint where the wallpaper was pasted, and the veins on the back of his hand burst out, as if he touched high-voltage electricity after stepping on a restricted area.

He responded immediately: "...it was my fault, I'm really sorry."

Meng Huaiming got up suddenly, and turned on all the lights on the bedside table. Yan Hui covered his eyes, and before he had time to avoid the sudden light, Meng Huaiming had already dragged him out of the blanket.

Yan Hui wanted to open his eyes, but his hand was pressed firmly by him. In the darkness of being alone, Yan Hui heard Meng Huaiming ask, "What do you mean?"

"You didn't do anything wrong, right? I provoked you first. I got all your information. I know your origin, most of your life experience, and your things that can be found at a glance. Hobbies! You still write about Forest Township, I know what kind of person you are after reading it once!"

"As long as you do your homework, no one can resist this kind of deliberate emotional temptation."

This is the second time Meng Huaiming has received an apology from him.

"Yan Hui, when did you find out about Su Yaowen? You don't hate me?"

He pinched Yan Hui's jaw and forced him to raise his head, but he didn't allow him to see his face, "If I tell you now that I think of Su Yaowen all the time when I'm with you, do you still dare to say sorry to me?" ?!"

Yan Hui's fingers pinched into the quilt with convulsions, he was shaking violently, Meng Huaiming noticed his abnormality, let go of his hands and wrapped him in the slipped quilt.

Yan Hui suddenly said: "You turn off the light."

The switches of all room lights have control buttons above the bedside table, and the room is quickly filled with darkness.

Meng Huaiming wanted to lay him down, but unexpectedly felt Yan Hui's warm approach.

Yan Hui embraced him with both hands and feet, this could hardly be called a hug, it was more like grabbing duckweed straws when he was dying.

The previous love history revealed that the past was deeply hurt to both parties, like a test of the sword.

He always does contradictory things, constructing conflict scenes invisibly, only one person is playing a one-man show, playing different roles, and reading different dialogues.

Calmly was the reader of the narration, he clearly saw that Meng Huaiming was thinking about another person.

Meng Huaiming can't get it and can't let it go, that is no longer love, but an obsession honed by time.

When meeting this kind of person, he should have left far away, and it is almost impossible for him to fully fall in love with another person again.

And Yan Hui, who has woven too much love, is a talented player in the game world, and these abilities are dormant in restraint, which even they themselves cannot expect.

The restless Yan Hui was trying to fight for a way out of a situation where there was no life but couldn't find the right way. Self-protection told him that this was not feasible, and he decided to do it when he couldn't do it.

Yan Hui scratched Meng Huaiming's back indiscriminately with both hands, he was anxious and confused, what went wrong?

In the afternoon of drizzle in Lanting, Yan Hui has just finished the third part of Forest Township, and the illustrations of the first two parts will also arrive today.

At the same time, as glutinous rice balls and distiller's grains, he also sold the copyright, and the money he earned and the deposit were enough to cover the down payment.

My elder sister has signed up for the adult college entrance examination and has great hopes of being admitted to a good school.

Readers and netizens are enthusiastic about where Amway is suitable for living and writing, and the beautiful scenery from all directions is connected in his reply.

His parents finally backed down a little and allowed him to go home to visit him.

He was so happy and motivated that day. He unloaded the newly arrived books by himself. He was wearing work clothes and white gloves. Give him a hand.

He asked the gentleman in suit and leather shoes what book he wanted to buy, the corner of his mouth turned up, and the raindrops slipped from the corner of his hair, hanging on the tip of his chin.

The gentleman's eyes were enough to stop the continuous drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River. Yan Hui thought of the sunshine, cats, and blue sky with flowing clouds that had not been seen for many days.

He came to buy Forest Township.

It was so easy for Meng Huaiming to buy out the IP named "Yanhui" with just one look and one answer.

If Meng Huaiming appeared in his absolute distress, Yan Hui would still be able to deceive himself by confusing the difference between redemption and love.

And he happened to appear when Yan Hui was about to have everything he wanted.

He still chooses to go with him.

"Don't turn on the light."

He was too sensitive to light, and turned on the lamp, as if it was too late for anything, too late.

Yan Hui's strength to encircle Meng Huaiming was too great, his thin body could burst out with such terrifying strength, even Meng Huaiming felt suffocated and deeply panicked.

"If you don't turn on the light, don't turn on the light... Let's not talk anymore, I don't want to lie to you again, but now I, I..." Meng Huaiming patted Yan Hui on the back, coaxing him like a child.

Yan Hui couldn't open his shell at all, and Meng Huaiming noticed that he was intentionally or unintentionally avoiding what happened after they separated.

What kind of embarrassment made him feel stressed when he thought about it?

He is besieged in areas he already knows, but he has closed the plate that should be appeased.

The rhythmic knock on the door disturbed the still water and deep darkness.

"...Mr. Meng, excuse me, I live upstairs by the river."

Meng Huaiming didn't want to let go of Yan Hui, but Yan Hui had already let go. He covered his head with the quilt, Meng Huaiming rubbed the top of his hair, and whispered, "I'll be back soon."

Jiang Pan who knocked on the door was Chu He's manager.

The manager's shirt was torn, and he was wearing a windbreaker, standing at the door looking very cool.

Jiang Pan's appearance is actually very popular, but his eyes are different.

Focused to the point of fiery, sharp to the point of stinging, without the cover of the lens, it would appear too sharp. This person is smooth and exquisite through work, but his eyes are prone to ignoring his nature.

Meng Huaiming has heard a little about his magnificent achievements in the industry, and he is also able to handle the banquet of swords and swords in "Yong Yu Le" with ease.

And now this one seems to have experienced a robbery.

The gold-rimmed mirror by the riverside was gone, so Meng Huaiming felt his terrifying eyes directly.

Even though the corners of his mouth are black and blue, a large piece of oily skin on his forehead is broken, and his hair is messy, but now if he is given a new artist, he can peel off the other person's skin from beginning to end with scrutiny.

"Mr. Jiang, this is... please come in first."

The corridors of the hotel are all monitored. Even if Jiang Pan is not a celebrity and has not shown his face much, it is still inappropriate to stand in the surveillance range for a long time, and it is even more inappropriate to let him in.

Meng Huaiming didn't think that Jiang Pan would be so stupid that he couldn't figure out the situation, but since he could knock on this door, he would have his plans.

Yan Hui had already put on a sweater in the house, and Jiang Pan was a little surprised to see that they were all asleep. After all, this point is not too early for the eight-hour work system, and it is still active time for them.

"Thank you." Jiang Pan took the paper cup from Yan Hui. Meng Huaiming looked at the injuries on his face, and it was obvious that he had been beaten. Jiang Pan didn't hide it, and said directly, "I was beaten on the way to buy medicine."

He put the crumpled plastic bag in his hand on the table, which contained stomach medicine, cold medicine and warm patches.

There is a high probability that his glasses were lost during the beating, but the package of medicine is still intact. Yan Hui and Meng Huaiming looked at each other, and Yan Hui asked, "Mr. Chu He is not feeling well?"

"To be honest, whether you can get up tomorrow is a problem."

The manager sighed, and Meng Huaiming immediately understood his purpose.

"What does Mr. Jiang mean that Chu He can't participate in tomorrow's show or the opening ceremony?"

Tomorrow morning, the opening ceremony will be the first act, and there is almost no scene in the school that is not about Chu He. No wonder Jiang Pan didn't even wash his face, and came here with injuries.

"There is still half the ceremony missing, but after the ceremony there will be Zheng Cheng's fighting scene and graduation, both of which are Mr. Chu's priorities. If he can't delay the progress, it's useless for you to seek us."

Jiang Pan rubbed his hair, not caring about the injury at all, as if the pain made him more awake.

"Bian Meng, we know that tomorrow's scene is important, and Chu He will not be short, I just have a heartless request... can the fight scene tomorrow be filmed at night?"

Meng Huaiming smiled carelessly, and said half-truthfully, "We can't decide on this."

The agent noticed the collusion between the director and An An, and then had a keen insight into the unique status of screenwriter Meng in the crew.

Jiang Pan probably expected Meng Huaiming's answer, "It's my responsibility for failing to take good care of the artist. This is all my personal request. They keep stumbling me. Apart from buying him a little time to rest, what else can I do?" ..."

He looked at Yan Hui, "Editor Chen, you said that day that you can't win sympathy by selling miserably. This is true. Let me give you a message. Wu Fei is someone An An found from Junxi backstage."

"He won't be out of the group this time, he just wrote in the hotel, and all changes on the spot will be sent to him."

The implication is that even if the remaining three appear on the crew, they are purely for sightseeing.

It's a disguised form.

"We came here to play." Meng Huaiming wanted to light a cigarette, but held back, "I'm more interested in your 'bad selling' content."

Jiang Pan smiled wryly and took a deep breath, Yan Hui noticed his suppressed anger.

"There's nothing to say, it's all dirty tricks. Chu He doesn't have the energy to defend, and he is already on the verge of being eliminated."

"Out?" Yan Hui asked, "Is this a metaphor?"

"I'm sorry... I'm used to talking to artists. Circle and game mean the same thing. It doesn't matter whether it's a dinner game or a play game. If you don't want to actively enter the game, you will be knocked out just like billiards."

"I don't think Chu He is very active, he is diligent in following the series."

Jiang Pan gave a wry smile, Yan Hui raised his eyebrows, and the hostility in the manager's eyes disappeared in an instant, becoming tired and soft, and even his tense spirit relaxed.

"Didn't he still have me?"

The author has something to say: At present, both the attacker and the receiver have some problems.Gong must clear up the old accounts. The encounter was premeditated from the very beginning. If you don't clarify, you will repeat the same mistakes. Although it was revealed in a more excited state...the problem with Shou is a bit bigger...it will be revealed later.

Thank you for the nutrient solution and Lei's big cuties (Ju)!