After the white moonlight cuts the black

Get up early on New Year's Eve, the air is still the same air, winter is still that winter, and the superficial taste of the year leaks in every bit.

Decades have passed, and their freshness for the New Year should have been exhausted long ago.

Meng Huaiming woke up from the dense dream, and Yan Hui was standing in front of the window, tying the curtain into the belt.

This is their first new year since their reunion.

Time stopped, and Meng Huaiming called Yan Hui's name in a blur of consciousness, his voice was hoarse and low, but he pronounced the words clearly and forcefully.

The young man who turned his back paused for a moment, and finally untied the knot, and tied a more beautiful knot again.

Yan Hui left the room straight away, and Meng Huaiming felt empty. Soon after, the young man turned back to the room and put down the reheated breakfast. Meng Huaiming inhaled, smelling the smell of toast, eggs, milk and oranges.

They have spent more than one New Year together.

According to the habit of his hometown, Yan Hui must wake up early this morning no matter how late he slept the night before.

He would arrange plates with fruits, peanuts and candies, prepare Meng Chuqi's red envelope, eat a sour orange, and then kiss his lover's long night's dream with his lips with a clear and fruity fragrance.

Meng Huaiming sat up, Yan Hui calmly put down the knife and fork, Meng Huaiming often eats Western style breakfast, Yan Hui is a follower of the traditional Chinese style.

There are two kinds of food that cannot be eaten in a short morning, so someone must choose to compromise and accommodate.

Regarding the question of whose taste should be followed in the morning, a reader of Yanhui once sent a private message to his mailbox. At that time, it was the creation period of the man by the window, and Meng Huaiming could log in to Yanhui's mailbox background at any time.

It was as if he could enter most of Yan Hui's backstage secrets at any time, at least Meng Huaiming thought so at that time.

Readers asked Yan Hui about disputes in love, saying that he and her husband drink soup every morning, but the soup for two people is not a concept at all.

My husband's soup is clear and watery, and it takes half a day to fish out a single mushroom with a spoonful of water flowing down three thousand feet. However, the soup I drink is thick and thick, and can even be used as a staple food.

Soup is the cooking that requires the most effort. Before my husband got his name, he was clumsily studying how to stuff pork tenderloin with vermicelli and seaweed fungus with bean curd into a pot every day.

Later, it was replaced by the reader himself, who got up and boiled a bowl of light soup in a purple casserole when a white light floated in the sky.

"Soup needs to be boiled. Does it taste like this in the days?"

It wasn't until a week after "Dear Man by the Window" aired that Meng Huaiming learned the ending of the soup from Yan Hui.

It was just beyond his expectation that this was actually a couple of homosexuals.

They also adopted a child named Eden, but now the two have separated, and the child was taken away by the father and handed over to the aunt for upbringing.

Coincidentally, Eden also participated in this tree hole game.

He wrote a long letter to Yan Hui alone.

Eden said living in such a family was no different.

The two fathers also fell in love with each other, and then fell into endless disputes. No one wanted to make that bowl of soup anymore.

"What they lack is a marriage certificate?"

Eden wrote in the email: "Even though they have obtained a marriage certificate abroad, this marriage is like a delayed flight landing at an international airport. There is fog outside the porthole, joy and fatigue are gone, and numbness is floating in the sky. cigarette."

Eden's father once held him in his arms and enlightened him with domestic dramas with Shakespeare-style lines.

He couldn't understand, so Dad explained to him a little bit. Dad leaned on his father's shoulder, the two of them were so close, they looked so close.

Yan Hui found the series he was talking about, and Meng Huaiming downloaded it and broadcast it on the projector.

Yan Hui was a little depressed, and Meng Huaiming silently recited that line: Look at this river of spring, look at this tree full of peach blossoms, look at this mountain like Daiqing, nothing has changed...*

If this show is played now, it will definitely be scolded crazy, or it will be taken off the shelves and banned before it is scolded crazy.

Meng Huaiming rubbed his fingers into Yanhui's soft black hair, he said, will you get tired of that bowl of compromise soup?

Yan Hui shook his head. He said that apart from boiling soup, there is another saying called soup cooking. The fire of the soup is hot, and there is an extra guarantee. They didn’t keep their love, so they can’t blame the soup. So many guarantees are just excuses.

But the text of the law is a confirmation, which is too complicated, and it is impossible to tell the order of cause and effect.

Yan Hui always likes to play with this kind of irregular dismantling of characters, and Meng Huaiming continues to dismantle them for him, one person stays alone, one mouthful and one wood, the wood is dry, and together they are discarded, preserved and discarded, always in a re-concluded struggle in relationships.

Yan Hui left from his embrace.

"It's going too far."

The topic ended without a problem, it was the last long conversation between Meng Huaiming and Yan Hui.

The New Year without the smell of gunpowder was endowed with another kind of pyrotechnic atmosphere by Yan Hui, who cooked a breakfast for the landlord like a warm and considerate tenant.

Due to special reasons, the filming base not only did not issue work permits, but many locations were still unavailable. Director Sun gritted his teeth and gave the whole crew a holiday, and the people below scolded Director Sun again.

Director Sun really didn't estimate how those who could not come home in time would spend this lonely New Year.

Li Xi almost lived on the street, and the better hotels couldn't open a vacant room, so Meng Huaiming sent her to Dingxiang Street to pick up Meng Chuqi, which was regarded as labor compensation in lieu of rent.

Chu Qi made a plan to play games all night in the house on Dingxiang Street, and when Li Xi learned that Meng Chu Qi had spent New Year's Eve alone for two consecutive years, he felt pity in his heart.

Especially when listening to her reminiscences, when she hid in the backyard and secretly ordered star sticks to play on New Year's Eve, Li Xi almost felt distressed to death. Her mind was full of thin girls guarding the big villa, but they could only rely on fleeting things. A bleak picture of pyrotechnic light.

Thinking about it again, I ate box lunches in the crew during the New Year's Eve last year, not to mention the big villa, and I didn't even get the money for the first draft of the script, so I felt even more miserable.

So Li Xi bought Chu Qi two sets of KFC family buckets that she wanted to eat, and they couldn't hold the matching Coke in both hands.

But that was actually all Li Xi's imagination, and Meng Chuqi himself was not uncomfortable.

A person or a few people are not much different from her. Instead of celebrating the New Year with Su Yaowen, it is better to celebrate the New Year with Xing Xingxing, at least it can still be a little sincere.

Su Ye's Weibo was open as usual, and fans sent blessings one after another, looking forward to the launch of A Ye's new drama.

The list of dramas to be broadcast by male and female stars in the new year has been sorted out. At the same time, there are also IP adaptations that have acquired copyrights. The stars saw their own ray of hope.

Chu Qi was slumped on the sofa, with the book "My Loneliness Is a Garden" covered on her face.

Li Xi lamented that a young girl's feelings are like poetry, and the whole volume of poems she copied by hand in those years was finally reduced to a youthful flower that was shelved after being rubbed on the ground by social animals.

Chu Qi is a girl who is not easy to get close to. She must be a maverick in the school.

It was the proud and lonely egret that Li Xi accidentally saw when he was walking through the boulevard with his girlfriends in twos and threes.

And Meng Huaiming specially called Meng Chuqi here, one is to celebrate the New Year, and the other is to discuss with her about transferring schools.

Li Xi sat on the sofa in embarrassment, and ran to the kitchen to help Chen Jin prepare the New Year's Eve dinner.

"No." Chu Qi resolutely decided, Meng Huaiming seemed to have expected her answer, and said unhurriedly: "Give me a reason."

Chu Qi showed her eyes from the top page of the book, "It should be uncle who gave me the reason."

Li Xi listened to the wind, and repeated his mouth: "Uncle?"

Yan Hui knocked the eggs into a bowl and smashed them with chopsticks. There is a lack of tools for free cooking. There is no egg beater or grater. They will go to the base to start work tomorrow morning. The hotel’s New Year’s Eve dinner set is just a waste. It's better to keep things simple.

"Chu Qi is his elder brother's child." Yan Hui explained, it would be better not to explain, Li Xi now has a complex expression of a wealthy family thief.

On the New Year's Eve, I brought my niece for a reunion. On the seventh day of the lunar new year, I called Uncle Meng Bian and Chen Jin "Brother Yan". The two screenwriters seemed to have lived together for many days.

He said he came to the kitchen to help, but Li Xi couldn't really help.

Her forte is making instant noodles in fancy styles, and she can follow the recipes to make a few homework, cook the pot without knowing the heights and grounds, and then resign the pot to the pot, and then resign to the fate to dump the failed mother or failed grandmother into the trash can.

In the living room, Meng Huaiming was silent. What he inquired was that Chu Qi was getting close to a boy at school, other than that, there was nothing unusual.

For the time being, we still can't find out what the reason is, which caused Chu Qi to find a crowd to beat up his classmates.

After all, there was a wall separating the high school from the outside, so it was hard to find out if you didn't go deep into it, and Meng Chuqi would start school in [-] days, so no matter how determined Meng Huaiming was to keep an eye on it, it would be difficult for him to keep up with him all the time.

"Could it be that Uncle heard that I fell in love early?" Chu Qi smiled slyly, Meng Huaiming was not sure, but also intuited that there must be something deeper.

Chu Qi chose to reject him.

With a foreshadowing, Meng Huaiming stopped asking. After all, this is Chinese New Year, and reasoning and preaching should not be the footnotes of today.

The crew sent a group message, asking them to do business online, and at the worst, retweet the official copywriting blog. Meng Huaiming couldn't get emotional "one-click retweeting".

Li Xi immediately followed up the emoticons, and Yan Hui connected the emoticons with his newly registered account, and then boarded the account of Tangyuanjiujiu. After reading the reminders and short essays from readers, he edited the copy: "I will go to the set when I have time. Take a look~ look forward to [Star Eyes][Star Eyes][Star Eyes]”

Not long after sending it, there were more than 40 retweets and more than [-] comments on Weibo.

[Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!Is the glutinous rice balls coming here to play? !Ask for set photos! ! ]

[Explosive photo +1]

[I heard that the appearance of Tangyuan is great. The appearance of the drama group is almost as good as the debut~]

[When will the new article on glutinous rice balls open? [cry]

[The face value can be played, name Meng Bian. ]

[Don't mention names, I'm afraid that the magic will change and scold him for not being able to talk! ! ]

[Did you eat glutinous rice balls today hhhh]

Yan Hui took a picture of three glutinous rice balls in a porcelain bowl: "Eat it."

After interacting with him, Li Xi looked at the screen with his mobile phone, and then at the bowl. He was in a daze for a while, not knowing where he was.

It felt like the Two-dimensional characters suddenly jumped into reality.

"I rely on!"

Li Xi finally sobered up: "Brother Chen! Damn! You are glutinous rice balls and distiller's grains!!"

Yan Hui made a "shh" gesture and blinked: "You don't know how to tell it."

Li Xi vomited again silently, and muttered to himself in disbelief: "I returned the text code to you yesterday, and Ah Yang promised to provide me with pictures, and I met the author today... oh my god , I won’t say it, but please allow me to post on Weibo to express my feelings.”

Li Xi cut into the fandom account, and a string of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" made up the maximum number of characters, and they all asked their wives if there was something good to share.

Meng Huaiming smelled the sweet fragrance, got up and approached the kitchen, but didn't go in, he just leaned against the kitchen door, and heard Li Xi ask softly inside: "...Well, is it true that you have a boyfriend on the Internet?"

"It's true." Yan Hui said, "But it's been divided now."

"Ah, I talk too much, I talk too much!"

"It's nothing, just don't mention it later, your brother Meng is not happy."

Li Xi sensed something wrong from his words, "Brother Meng is not happy?"

Yan Hui's profile became increasingly blurred in the steam.

"He's my teacher, and he's also my...ex-boyfriend."

"Fuck?!"

Your relationship is so chaotic, am I going to be silenced if I hear something I shouldn't? !

Li Xi felt the threat of death.

The author has something to say: *The TV series "Daming Palace Ci"