After the white moonlight cuts the black

"Yanhui..." Meng Huaiming murmured.

boom -

Thunder and lightning split the sky, and the sky and the earth hugged each other in the rainstorm.

Meng Huaiming's gaze was hot, and it landed on Yanhui's chest, ruthlessly and sharply, trying to burn a hole in that piece of flesh and blood.

The bedroom shuttled between the bright heaven and the dark hell, and a huge beam of light suddenly fell down, splitting the sky and cracking the earth, and blasting the glass window behind Yan Hui bright.

The outline of his body was reflected by the lightning, thin and vigorous, and the surging power of the thunderstorm nourished his emotions.

Yan Hui was satisfied and happy, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled brightly.

At the same time, he raised the knife in his hand——

Meng Huaiming has not yet reacted from Yan Hui's expression.

Meng Huaiming is a screenwriter and has seen countless actors. Never before has an actor been able to perform such a "tangled" look.

The youth's joy was almost overflowing, and together with the ecstasy, there were many indescribable emotions, high purity and high saturation, conflicting back and forth in his thin and slender body.

"Doctor Xu said it's not good..." Yan Hui looked down at Meng Huaiming on the bed, talking to himself, and waved down the hand holding the knife——

"Swallow Ash!"

Meng Huaiming rolled sideways, and the stainless steel blade more than ten centimeters long sank into the edge of the bed.

Yan Hui tilted his head, wondering what was so special about this hallucination.

This "Meng Huaiming" actually started to hide!

The situation didn't improve... Yan Hui's mind was spinning slowly, it didn't matter, he held the knife and coaxed, "Don't hide, I'll be fast."

Meng Huaiming was going crazy.

He told Yan Hui to calm down, and said loudly that he was Meng Huaiming. After hearing this, Yan Hui showed a disgusted expression: "You talk more nonsense."

After speaking, he waved the knife again.

"Stop!" Meng Huaiming hid a few times, Yan Hui was panting, but he still chased after him.

"Tell you to stop!" Meng Huaiming seized the opportunity and grabbed Yan Hui's wrist with one hand.

The blade hovered near the ear.

There is too much familiarity in this wrist-grabbing action.

Boom!

Meng Huaiming was in pain, but Yan Hui let go of his hand just like that, the whole kitchen knife fell on his shoulder, and fell to the ground askew.

Yan Hui frowned, and finally exhausted his physical strength. Meng Huaiming half hugged and half supported him, and slid to the ground according to gravity.

They all fell to the ground, white light burst into chaos in front of their eyes.

The heart was overwhelmed, eager to get rid of the shackles of the chest, and wanted to have fun everywhere, but was severely dismissed by the beating of another heart.

Alive... Meng Huaiming's lips were pressed against Yanhui's temples, and the salty smell of sweat was incomparably real.

She narrowly escaped death in a car accident, but was almost killed by her lover's kitchen knife.

Meng Huaiming felt it was funny, but at the same time felt divided and happy.

Great.

It's great that you're still alive.

When Yan Hui woke up, she felt a splitting headache and knew that she had gone crazy again.

Holding a kitchen knife at night to chop up his ex-boyfriend is really an interesting fantasy.

His throat was burning, and his limbs were as soft as if they had been melted by molten iron. He closed his eyes again, habitually relying on sleep to numb his symptoms.

"Are you awake?"

Hey, it's not over yet.

It's a pity that he has no energy now, Yan Hui hopes that this "Meng Huaiming" will not be as noisy as the one last night.

The torrential rain stopped before dawn, the sky and the earth were washed, and every building was shining.

Meng Huaiming couldn't find a thermometer, so he felt Yan Hui's body temperature and had a low-grade fever, but fortunately it wasn't serious.

Worrying is his mental state.

Just now, Meng Huaiming wanted to make a call to his assistant, and accidentally glanced at the date on the screen lock...

Then he opened his eyes wide in disbelief!

—He went back to the past!

...But this precision is too unfortunate.

At this point in time, he had already broken up with Yan Hui, and Su Yaowen had already become a hit.

Relying on the fame accumulated over the years, "The Man by the Window" became a very springboard for Su Yaowen, helping him soar into the sky and win the leading role in the movie "Floating and Sinking" directed by Chen Xingmin, which has been honed for ten years.

Meng Huaiming, who has been in love with Su for many years, will realize his dream in the near future, win the best actor trophy, and be loved by thousands of people.

When Su Yaowen was happy, Meng Huaiming was also happy, but he didn't know that Su Yaowen's real joy came from the fact that he had finally entered a new class.

A boy born in a remote mountainous area does not rely on the kindness of his parents, but strives for an infinitely bright future on his own.

But Su Yaowen's ambition is far more than that.

After entering the circle, he changed his name to Su Ye, which was taken from Long Zhan Yu Ye, whose blood is black and yellow.

And his fiancée, who is called by netizens as a match made in heaven, is called Huang Tiantian.

The daughter of Huang Wei, the leader of Zhixing Group, and Huang Yunrui, who helped Long Fei soar.

Su Yaowen lied to Meng Huaiming, he didn't suddenly realize who he loves, but he was hided maliciously after returning to China.

But "Dear Man by the Window" revived him, so he didn't need to continue to talk about friends with Meng Huaiming. After all, a male partner could not have a stable relationship. He needed a beautiful wife and a strong husband.

On the day of Su Yaowen's engagement, Meng Huaiming drove a car to rob him, the Bentley's door was slammed, and Meng Huaiming rushed into the overwhelming rain.

That day Su Yaowen wore an expensive suit and held a black umbrella, as if he was attending someone's funeral.

The big star is personable and tilts the umbrella towards him. Meng Huaiming asks him why he is engaged and why he doesn't believe me?

"I can't wait." Su Yaowen smiled wryly: "Huaiming, I heard that your parents are also introducing you to someone. Is it Miss Zhou from Taining, or Miss He from the He family? I believe you, but if you dare to disclose cabinet, your dad can kill me with just a flip of his hand."

His tone is gloomy, and he is an excellent actor: "If you want to be a screenwriter, the crew will have to watch your face and move the script. You are the favorite of heaven, and you are born with more opportunities to test the water than us. Our way is to walk a tightrope, If you fail, you fall and you still have daddy to continue, and if I fall, the game will be over."

"Huaiming, please help me." Su Yaowen's eyes glowed, "I love you for so many years, I know you are good."

Not long after, Su Ye and Huang Tiantian held their wedding. The wedding cost a lot of money. The handsome groom passionately kissed the delicate bride.

Be sober enough.

He's made a huge dream cage out of which he's the only one who won't.

Su Yaowen will not be the little classmate who will always sit in the back row of him, with those deer-like eyes and a stubborn smile.

Meng Huaiming recalled the scene in the finale of "Dear Man by the Window", the sun was like a fire, and the sun slowly rose from between the twin buildings.

Ye Ziqing, played by Su Yaowen, read the lines from the original book.

"We always change, and we stay the same."

That is a sentence from Yan Hui.

Beautiful people, beautiful words, after many years of persistence, they finally got a beautiful back of the head.

And Meng Huaiming at the wedding banquet at that time would never have imagined that the back of his head was not only beautiful.

It was because of his first love, and because of the confrontation between Zhixing Huang's family and the Meng family, and Su Yaowen's plan from it, which caused the death of the Meng family and scattered them.

Teach him that he has a deep taste of family ruin.

"Cough cough cough..."

Meng Huaiming suddenly regained consciousness from the past.

Yan Hui coughed, and at the same time bowed his body as hard as he could. Meng Huaiming was startled, supported the back of his neck, and reached for the water glass on the bedside table.

"Breathe, Yan Hui, breathe slowly." Meng Huaiming pressed the water glass to his lips, Yan Hui was about to drink, but suddenly sat up and slammed his elbow into Meng Huaiming.

The cup flew out of his hand, splashing water on his pants.

During Yanhui's drowsiness, Meng Huaiming had already located the location of their residence. It was a real estate that he had paid attention to before. The location was not bad, and the opening price was [-] square meters.

The environment of the community is pleasant, and the surrounding facilities are well-equipped, and the decoration of their room is extremely luxurious, buying foreign brand furniture crazily, it is all the fun of nouveau riche.

Why does Yan Hui live here?

Meng Huaiming didn't care about these things, he had to be clear about Yan Hui's physical condition first, but the sober Yan Hui was on the verge of fighting, he was a hedgehog preparing for battle, so he gave Meng Huaiming a hard look, and gave the order to chase away: "Get out."

His mood was very unstable, and he was clearly chasing someone away, but his eye circles turned red quickly.

This is abnormal.

Even if they broke up, it was barely a peaceful breakup, and the two never had a direct conflict.

It was getting colder on the day we broke up, Meng Huaiming returned home, Yan Hui was sitting on the sofa in the lobby reading a book of poetry, Meng Huaiming said, "Let's separate."

Without trembling her eyelids, Yan Hui closed the book and nodded, "Okay."

Even when he broke up, he was not emotional, but now his resistance is merciless.

Meng Huaiming was silent, turned around and poured another glass of water on his bedside.

Indifference or rejection, I thought the former was more uncomfortable, but now I know that the latter is also a blunt knife.

That strange feeling swept over again.

Yan Hui seemed decisive, but there was a kind of "entanglement" in his words.

They have also discussed this emotional topic before.

For professional reasons, Meng Huaiming needs to maintain a keen sense of the style of film and television works. In order to stabilize his proficiency in controlling the script, he must produce at least four or five films a week, draw character relationship diagrams, and analyze the plot rhythm.

After Yan Hui moved in, the number of participants in this event changed from one to a pair.

Large and small pillows are often piled on the soft sofa of the home theater.

In the winter when the heating fails, Xuezi ding-dong hits the courtyard, Yanhui is crooked on the corner of the sofa, and the edge of the rimless glasses is crooked, and he doesn't bother to push them.

A recently popular web drama is playing on the screen.

Fantasy theme, adapted from the original novel, set by two male protagonists, master and apprentice fight each other within the sect.

When Meng Huaiming came in with two cups of coffee, the plot was developing to the point where the master was bewitched, and the disciples burst into tears and refused to believe it.

It's clearly a rival story, but Yan Hui looks drowsy.

It was rare for Meng Huaiming to see him lose his energy, so he put down his coffee cup lightly, and reached out to touch Yan Hui's forehead.

In the past, no matter how bad the film was, Yan Hui could finish watching it, and accurately wrote the logical line of the incomplete plot. This was the first time he watched a drama that made him sleepy.

"It's okay, I'm just tired."

Yan Hui pulled back the thick blanket that wrapped him.

Meng Huaiming loves his gesture very much, because the implication is really charming.

Like a butterfly tearing its cocoon, it spreads its wings on one side from the gap, inviting the embrace of the same kind.

"Don't you like actors?" Meng Huaiming's arm stretched across Yan Hui's back, his free hand grabbed his wrist, and a delicate kiss fell between his fingers, Yan Hui's fingers curled up, and his nails gently rubbed against his palm .

"The actors are very beautiful, half of the beauty is beautiful, and the other half of the emotion depends on the post-dubbing."

"The production of this show is good, but it turned out like this, why don't you show me a beautiful back of the head."

The master's actor became famous because of the third male role in the workplace drama "Honey Pot", and officially entered the public eye. In terms of acting skills alone, it can't be said to be too good, but it's not too bad. His face is really good. Just watch, the sense of variety is far better than acting talent.

Now if anyone is obsessed with acting skills, it will appear too paranoid in the circle.

But Meng Huaiming didn't mind Yanhui's speech as an outsider.

The young man is usually gentle and lazy, with a casual temperament, but once he touches on the field, he will change from a trickle to a rough ocean. His focus and purity are what Meng Huaiming likes.

"Then what do you think he did badly?"

"Emotions." Yan Hui said, "He's not entangled enough."

The master, who had betrayed everyone, turned his head and chuckled before leaving, causing the apprentice to vomit blood on the spot.

According to Yan Hui, the actors smiled like they were taking artistic photos in a photo studio.

Meng Huaiming didn't point out Yan Hui's innocence, and the "entangled" emotions required careful consideration.

"However, I'm not qualified to point fingers. After all, I'm a layman, so I'm just talking to you."

Meng Huaiming smiled gratifiedly.

——Yan Hui learned how to behave.

Yan Hui used to be the author of the original book, and opened a trumpet on the Internet to criticize the professionalism of the male lead of "Honey Pot", pointing out that the other party used too many doubles, which led to the simplification of the scenes that should be carefully portrayed. The facial features in the camera belong to him .

As a result, it was rumored that the actor was acting sick, and Yan Hui's account was hung up on Weibo by the fans of the first male and scolded for two days.

The public relations work was done by Meng Huaiming, and the enthusiasm for tearing up the frame was just a small splash in the huge wave of the Internet, and was quickly forgotten.

Since then, Yan Hui has deeply realized that the original author should be more cautious in his words and deeds.

Everyone has the right to evaluate, and everyone loses the right to evaluate.

He is not an actor, he can only pour his full emotions into words, he can't control so much, he can't control so much.

Not qualified.

As a result, the discussion came to an end.

But Meng Huaiming now feels that no one is more qualified than Yan Hui to evaluate this kind of emotional expression.

His "entanglement" can hardly be hidden.

Not wanting to disturb him anymore, Meng Huaiming chose to retreat and smoke downstairs in the community.

A passing girl walks briskly into the apartment building with an expensive bag on her shoulders.

Meng Huaiming still had plenty of smoke in his pocket. He lit the fire and slowly exhaled the smoke. The thin smoke wrapped around the thinly icy branches and disappeared in an instant.

The phone vibrates, and the communication request comes from his assistant, Jiang Hua.

Xiao Jiang spoke quickly: "Brother Meng! I found it on Chuqi, in Rong County."

Meng Huaiming listened to Jiang Hua's report on the recent situation of his niece who had run away from home, and bought a magazine at the newsstand. He turned two pages and stopped suddenly.

"Brother Meng?"

The magazine is a niche literary journal, with the main section of the second page, and the exaggerated literary title in Song Dynasty: "Interview with Emerging Writer Yan Hui-Flying Over Lakes, Seas, Mountains and Rivers".

This was an interview he had never seen before. After the basic question, Yan Hui's answer was suddenly very condensed.

Editor: Ah Hui, readers have reported that your works have a very good sense of substitution, as if it happened in real life.In the process of writing, will you substitute your own experience to increase the sense of reality?

Yan Hui: Hahahaha, you guessed it.