After the white moonlight cuts the black

Meng Huaiming never suspected that Yan Hui was hiding something, what's more, he believed in it.

It's not normal to have no secrets, the only difference is more or less.

Whether he is mostly ignorant, or the details are ignorant, in fact, there is no difference in the strict sense.

The film crew is leaving, the filming is coming to an end, and the fate of temporarily building a team is about to come to an end.

The fiery sky was extinguished, leaving a pile of brocade ash that would disperse as soon as it was blown, floating indistinctly on the roof of the office building that produced large-scale light pollution.

Meng Huaiming raised his head, and the iron bird broke through the net from the ninety-degree corner of the tall building, dragging out a long and straight white line.

[Where are you? ]

[hotel. ]

In fact, Yan Hui is very easy to find.

He will not leave the familiar territory easily, even if his mood fluctuates, it is only subconsciously wanting to hide in a specific range.

It's as small as a cabinet or a quilt, but it's not too big. It's always in the house he lives in. He doesn't have the temperament to run out in anger.

This is different from Meng Chuqi, who has no trust in his family, so he is particularly obsessed with traveling.

Before Meng Huaiming adopted Chu Qi, this girl grew wildly.

And Yan Hui's most daring decision in his life was to give up his original job and follow Meng Huaiming to this city that has everything but nothing.

Even though Yan Hui can imitate more than a dozen ways of expressing values, he himself is still traditional to the point of staid.

If you put him in a house for a few months, he will become attached to the place.

Yan Hui himself is frank that this is not a shortcoming, so it becomes very difficult for him to break up, give up, and leave.

When Meng Huaiming returned to the hotel, the indoor temperature was not much higher than the outdoor temperature. Meng Huaiming keenly smelled a vague smell of smoke, which provoked his nerves.

Yan Hui sat on the bed by the window, observed his slight expression, and said calmly, "I smoked it."

There were indeed a few short cigarette butts in the plastic paper cup.

It's unbelievable that people who hate the smell of cigarettes have learned to smoke.

The shackles that Zhao Hao put on Yan Hui were far heavier than expected. When the news of Zhao Hao's arrival at the crew reached Yan Hui, Yan Hui subconsciously wanted to find tobacco.

The body and mind produce strong rebellion, and the addiction that sprouts from disgust itself is an invisible chain.

The reflection imposed repeatedly is a distorted "tacit understanding" formed by the smell of smoke sprayed on the face.

Zhao Hao will not be changed by Yan Hui, he just wants to assimilate Yan Hui.

Meng Huaiming half closed the window, and his eyes fell on the sun dripping with oil like a salted duck egg.

"You knew he was coming."

Meng Huaiming felt that this was a good opportunity to talk. Many things were going to happen but didn't happen, and many things could be said but hadn't been said yet.

Meng Huaiming learned to say the right words at the right time since he was a child. His elder brother learned it better than him, and the role model in the family is still the demon eldest grandson of the Qin family. The difference between an aristocratic family and an upstart lies in self-cultivation.

Such as the way of holding chopsticks at the table, the skill of eating a crucian carp, choosing a perfume for a lady, choosing a suitable lover.

It's not for the purpose of showing off, but I just feel the need to do so, so I will pass on the learning like this.

Use expensive things because they are durable and comfortable, and can bring more pleasure during use. Holding chopsticks and eating fish are both ways to not disturb others while eating, and to satisfy the desire of the tongue.

There is not much difference between picking incense and picking a lover. It can bring convenience or beauty to life, and add a bit of tenderness and joy.

Integrity management, the law of the jungle, being kind to others, and unscrupulous means, these contradictory words flow in their blood.

After Meng Huaiming chatted with Yan Hui about his education after a comfortable event, Yan Hui was silent and his skin was flushed.

His legs are slightly curled up, and the butterfly bones are deeply sunken. When he is not thinking about such an inscrutable question, his expression is really charming.

Before he could listen to his answer, he bit Yan Hui's throat.

Yan Hui hasn't recovered yet, but it's unknown what she said in the end.

There is a huge gulf between Meng Huaiming and Yan Hui, which will become apparent over time.

The current secrets are not as serious as what Meng Huaiming thinks at the moment.

When Yan Hui filled the room with the smell of tobacco, he suddenly understood that they had never entered each other's world, because that world was so strange.

"I know." Yan Hui swept the paper cup from the chair into the trash, "Did he tell you?"

"No." Meng Huaiming shook his head, "I don't want to hear what he said."

Meng Huaiming was waiting for his reply, but he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white medicine bottle in the trash, he immediately took it out to check, and after seeing the name of the label, he suddenly turned up the volume: "How much have you taken!"

"I don't want to die." Yan Hui looked into Meng Huaiming's eyes from bottom to top, "That will make me calm down."

He spoke slowly, and his mind didn't seem to turn fast.

"He asked me to ask you, Yan Hui, what happened between you and him."

Meng Huaiming didn't use the description of "what is the relationship", at least in his eyes, one perpetrator will not have more good relations with the other party.

Yan Hui's answer was beyond his expectation.

"If he is abroad now, he is my legal spouse."

Yan Hui paused: "The legalization announced in 1989 is a beautiful country. That's what he wants me to tell you."

"An'an told me in the dressing room that if you become a bitch, you have to set up a memorial archway. The words are crude and reasonable. I didn't want to tell you this from the beginning. Let you fantasize about the possibility of us getting back together, just because The object of my illness is you, if it feels better to be close to you, I can try it, and I think it’s good now.”

"As you said before, you just want to make yourself feel better without paying too much, so why not do it."

Yan Hui stared at the medicine bottles and scattered cigarette butts in the trash basket, "Okay, if you are not feeling well, please accommodate me this time, let me stay, you go out."

"I'm not going out."

Yan Hui clenched her fists, stood up suddenly, rushed in front of him, raised her hand and slapped him across the face!

"go out!"

Yan Hui's knees gave way and she sat on the edge of the bed, "Get out!"

"--impossible."

Meng Huaiming's forbearing voice came from the front, and it became a strange noise in his ears, and it was like an early warning before the sky collapsed.

With a flash in front of his eyes, the light from outside the window rushed into Yan Hui's sight again, Meng Huaiming squatted down, and put his hand on Yan Hui's knee.

He became the one who could only be seen by lowering his head, and Yan Hui's looking up turned into looking down.

The man on the other side of the gap seems to have suffered an unbearable blow. This gesture is too weak.

If Yan Hui hadn't really been too calm, he would have been surprised.

No one can remain calm after being slapped.

Probably only the two freaks can do it.

Now Yan Hui will not be surprised by anything, but even so, he still opened his eyes slightly, and heard Meng Huaiming's voice slashing like an axe: "Liar."

A "liar" returned as it is.

Yan Hui arranged at least a hundred conflicts in the story, and Meng Huaiming also fabricated hundreds of conflicts in the script. Both of them are good at creating confrontation, but it does not mean that they will not fall into the illusion of fighting .

Yan Hui is good at describing one thing in a general way, emphasizing the places that need to be emphasized, and omitting some links.

Half-truths are lies of the highest order.

"Yan Hui, why do you think I will trust your marriage?"

"That's not right." Yan Hui murmured, "Are you thinking that I was forced by the situation? But poor people have their own hatred."

"Then tell me, where is your hate?"

"Zhao Hao is kind to me." Yan Hui's eyes were loose, as if returning to that moonlit night, "Few people can tolerate one lunatic, let alone the Yan family has two."

"Why didn't you come to me?"

Yan Hui frowned, then seemed to have figured something out, and sighed very briefly: "Forget it."

The first crack appeared in his calm expression, although Meng Huaiming didn't know the reason behind it.

"After I left, I found a job in a publishing house..."

Yan Hui narrated without any ups and downs, Meng Huaiming sat next to him, the window screen was blown up and down by the night wind, Yan Hui raised his chin slightly, looking for the familiar sky.

The ink color of swallow gray gradually infects Meng Huaiming's blank space.

At that time, his elder sister Yan Ran was still studying at school, and her life was going on step by step, and Yan Hui lived the daily life of an eight-hour work system from [-] to [-], but with a different rhythm and a different place.

Unexpected beginnings are often unremarkable.

Yan Hui rendered the beginning of the thousand words at the speed of a bedtime story, detailing the infrastructure near his new rental house.

Meng Huaiming sensed that something was wrong with him, but it seemed that it would happen as soon as this step was reached.

Meng Huaiming let him go a few times before, because it was all involuntary arousal, but now Yan Hui has to speak out, even though it is destined to shatter the calm ending.

"Yan Ran told me one day that she had a boyfriend."

Yan Ran no longer cared about the relationship between her major and her future career, so she chose to study English as her favorite major, but she couldn’t be sure of the advantages of majoring in major colleges and universities. She is also an adult college entrance examination, and although her scores are good, the competition is always fiercer some.

At that time, Meng Huaiming and Yan Hui moved to this city. After learning about Yanran's situation, Meng Huaiming chose a school with a good ranking and strong professional fields for her, and the overall atmosphere was conducive to getting in touch with the business district and overseas environment.

More importantly, the school is in the same city as them.

"That's a dude. I saw it once, but Yan Ran said she liked it, so I won't interfere any more."

"until one day……"

Yan Hui's face showed obvious pain, "I returned home after a month-long exchange assignment, and Yan Ran appeared downstairs in my house, looking very dazed, I took her upstairs, and then she cried. "

Meng Huaiming's heart sank, the accident might have happened at this very moment.

"She said that after she proposed to break up, his boyfriend found four or five people and asked her roommate to ask her out to sing..."

Yan Hui's breathing suddenly became faster.

"She was very scared and couldn't find me, so she went back to her hometown. In those few years, my parents treated us a lot better. Even in that year, they let us go home for the New Year."

The girl suffered an injury that could not be healed by herself, and Yan Ran had been wandering for too long, and she rarely received the protection of family affection since she was a child, and the improvement of family affection made her quickly and selectively forget the pain in the past.

Meng Huaiming understood the personalities of the Yan family's siblings. For them, Lanting was the source of pain, and at the same time, it was a dream that was familiar to their flesh and blood and longed for family affection.

Meng Huaiming couldn't imagine that after what kind of terrible experience Yan Ran had experienced, he could no longer protect himself, but subconsciously wanted to seek comfort from his elders.

"But she's back again... She can't stay in Lanting."

Yan Hui asked in bewilderment: "Obviously it was my daughter who was hurt, why should she be blamed instead?"

"Why do some people always like to gossip, point and make irresponsible remarks after the girl next door returns home from afar? It's just because they don't like this family, so they can guess at will and slander maliciously?"

Meng Huaiming held Yan Hui's hand tightly.

This is where the contradiction lies.

Living in a remote place, the simple and unsophisticated folk customs, but also indulge in innocent malice, there is no absolute paradise in the world.

"Yanran cried for a long time that day, but none of us thought that in this extremely bad incident..."

Yan Hui looked straight at Meng Huaiming, his eyes were dull, "How much right and wrong are you hiding?"

The author has something to say: The world view of this story is superficial. Regarding the issue of same-sex marriage, due to the lack of similar cases, it is only based on the plot of the article. Don’t blame it for being careful, thank you.