After the white moonlight cuts the black

Meng Huaiming was lying on his back, facing the oblate ceiling lamp, and the thick velvet curtain blocked the afternoon sun.

The lamp surface of Baihe Fuyun was dimmed and faded to the extreme, and his sleep was unsteady, and his dreams were chaotic and compact.

The sound of pattering rain opened the curtain of the big dream.

Meng Huaiming raised his hands to cover his ears, and behind the damp mist came the beating beat of a heart.

Knock once and for all in the misty rain of whiteness.

He felt oppressed and suffocated, his hands and feet were uncontrollable, just like a real experience, he couldn't help himself, the feeling of being at the mercy of others was too realistic, and the blue moon hung in the air.

Meng Huaiming fell to the ground, sinking into the rich fragrance of flowers in the Orchid Pavilion.

He knew that his appearance disrupted all of Yan Hui's original plans, and Yan Hui locked the information provided by Fengtang's real estate agency in the attic of the bookstore.

When they first met in Lanting, no one would have expected that this was the first intersection of two lines that were supposed to advance in parallel.

Yan Hui was a little surprised that the kind gentleman came to buy Forest Township.

Although his fairy tale books and derivative picture books are selling well, most of them are grandparents, or women who bring their children to the store to choose, and no man has ever come to the store alone to ask for a purchase.

Yan Hui found him a new version of "Little Lulurong and His Forest Township" from the shelf.

"Sir, do you think this is the book?"

"Ah, thanks."

Meng Huaiming smiled. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. His appearance was outstanding, and his gestures revealed the air of a successful person.

But he showed up at this small bookstore on a day when the weather was bad, and wanted to buy a book of fairy tales.

Yan Hui's instinctive curiosity was quietly aroused, but he couldn't show it too obviously, and he handed him the book.

On the cover of the children's book, there is a beautiful deer with slender hooves and a graceful neck. Standing on the steps built of red bricks and looking back, there are vines with stars behind them, twining and shining slightly in the dark blue night.

The new edition is in line with the illustration collection of the same publishing house. The whole book uses color illustrations, and the color rendering is very vivid, which is more attractive to children.

But Yan Hui personally still prefers the old version of the design, the typesetting is comfortable, and the illustration on the inside page of the sketch is from a student of the Academy of Fine Arts. Go, hop, hop!

He was very bald, so he begged Yanhui to send him ideal renderings, otherwise he would not be able to draw anything in the end with his impoverished childlike innocence.

It can be said that the old version is more like a reproduction of the picture in Yan Hui's mind.

The deer velvet walks through the world depicted by the concentration of gray and white.

The streamer is the bright white vacated from the layers of lead paint, the thick fog is the soft outline of the brush strokes, the smooth paper surface retains the lines of the sketch paper, and the printed side, according to Yan Hui's small request, has fine details. Petals and tufts of grass reside in the corner of the book.

"Is this the latest volume?" The gentleman who bought the book opened it, and saw the author's brief introduction in the folder, with a sketched butterfly as his head.

He smiled, and the curve of his lips was especially beautiful.

Yan Hui was a little taken aback, and nodded slightly, Meng Huaiming's smile became stronger, is it such a clumsy character?It was beyond his expectation.

The children's book market has been sluggish for many years, and there are still a large number of vacancies, but few people have filled them. It is a field of writing with great potential.

But at the same time, the difficulty of writing fairy tales is not lower than that of novel creation. The world seen by adults is quite different from that of children.

The foreign style of "fairy tales written for adults" has become outdated, and works that include adults' principles of handling affairs have been criticized in recent years.

Looking at children with the thinking of adults is nothing more than overestimation and underestimation. If there is a remark in a fairy tale book that reads "children aged XX here should be accompanied by their parents", it is undoubtedly a failure.

And with the expansion of information, children's cognition is often more wonderful than adults' understanding.

The sadness in their eyes is that the sun is broken, and the happiness is that the moon becomes fat.

"Yes, this is the latest one. Today's book is the album with the same name. Do you want to see it?"

Yan Hui put a stack of books aside first, so as to make way for the guests.

To be honest, this kind of weather is cold and humid, and it is really rare to see people not visiting the bookstore while hiding from the rain.

Meng Huaiming flipped through the albums and books one by one, and finally raised his head and looked at Yan Hui: "I remember that Huafeng Publishing House also published Linxiang, the edition with the colored lead cover, is there any more here?"

Yan Hui blinked, a little surprised: "Ah...that version is out of print."

Meng Huaiming seemed to have a little bit of regret, "It seems that the little girl in the family is going to be sad."

This wasn't a lie, Meng Huaiming would be there when the movie was released, partly because of Meng Chuqi.

Of course Chu Qi would not deliberately invite him to watch a movie, but because the little sister who agreed to accompany her to watch the movie temporarily couldn't go because of a stomachache, and just in time for Meng Huaiming to come back, Chu Qi dragged him to the cinema before the car stopped. The fairy tale writer who popularized the original movie for him.

At that time, Meng Huaiming felt that this niece was quite difficult to deal with, and he couldn't figure out a stable personality. He hadn't been in contact with girls of this age for a long time, and he had the impression that they all wanted to send blades to the screenwriter who adapted the IP online, and there were many cute ones. , It just doesn't feel very easy to parry.

As a result, halfway through the movie, Chu Qi picked up the voice and ran away. It is said that Jianghu rescued a friend to make a MV.

Meng Huaiming had completely finished an adaptation project, and happened to be free, and as a rule, he shouldn't be in a place where his occupational disease broke out.

But for some reason, he just sat down to the movie roll that day.

Perhaps the animated film is not as naive as imagined, but can be focused on different ages, and the overall look and feel is not bad; or the theater environment is not bad, there are no children making noise, and no loud walking.

When the last flying flower on the screen fell into glowing ripples and the film ended, he stood up and heard the conversation of the main creative team in the front row.

"The little girl at home?"

Yan Hui repeated, seeing his expression, Meng Huaiming must have become a full-fledged daughter-in-law.

He closed the book, "Actually, she's not too young, my niece just graduated from high school this year."

Meng Huaiming brushed the gilded book cover with his five fingers. Instead of explaining, he chatted casually: "We came to Lanting for tourism, but we didn't expect that there would be so much rain in this season, and we couldn't go to the scenic spots, so the girl would not go out."

"It has been raining in Lanting for half a month." Yan Hui also laughed. Meng Huaiming found that he looks much better when he smiles than when he doesn't smile. This lazy sun that can't be blocked by rain or rain.

This was the second time he saw Yan Hui's smile up close.

Different from the basic politeness, the faint joy drawn from the corners of the lips spread all the way to the brows, turning into fine stars and sprinkled into the eyes.

See a person's sincerity through the eyes.

As for who will come in time for the rain, it seems that a rain car has been specially driven for him. According to the situation, customers without umbrellas will naturally stay in the bookstore.

Yan Hui glanced outside the door, and when he turned back, he asked him, "What would you like to drink, sir?"

In the past few months, Yan Ran expanded the bookstore and changed it into a small space, designed it as a small book bar with a literary style, and coaxed Yan Hui to learn basic dessert making and milk tea mixing with her. doubled.

Meng Huaiming took the meal list handed over by Yan Hui, and it was written by hand.

Being able to write a good handwriting is a bonus for Meng Huaiming. Most of the people who work with writing are very picky, and they pursue the same from the font to the content.

And due to the popularization of typing input and voice recording, there are not many opportunities to prove that the characters are as good as they are.

The one in his hand, because it is for the guests to read, can be written evenly, without too many strokes, but the strength of character can be seen from the strokes of the brush.

Meng Huaiming scanned line by line, and then looked at Yan Hui from the top of the transparent film: "You wrote it?"

Yan Hui nodded, wanting to say something, but maybe it was because Meng Huaiming could not be fully seen from his angle, so he leaned slightly and looked at him from the right side of the menu.

That expression was like a cat curiously picking at the paper in the guest's hand.

Meng Huaiming was in a good mood.

As expected of a writer who can write children's fairy tales, this is too much fun.

"Just...mocha and tiramisu."

The smile on Yan Hui's lips seemed to grow stronger. Tiramisu is a girl's favorite dessert, and this is the first time he has seen a man order it for himself.

But Yan Hui didn't find it strange, and suddenly had a different mood.

On cloudy and rainy days that are not suitable for travel, the rain ding ding dong dong dances on the branches. After dancing for a while, I take off my dancing shoes and take a short rest.

This situation seems to be unusual.

Suitable for shallow talk, but also suitable for deep love.

Yan Hui makes mocha at the newly expanded bar, and prepares tiramisu in the morning, because he guesses that no one will come to read in the rain today. Compared to the more convenient egg tarts and small biscuits, he only makes two servings.

One was produced and sold by myself, and I ate it at noon to fill my stomach. Yan Hui brought out the only plate, and put it on a small tray with Mocha.

Meng Huaiming was flipping through the picture book of the same name with a very focused expression.

He was indeed attracted by the content of the picture book. Under the illustrations are the original text indexed to the children's book, and the pictures were changed from the text. This may be the kind of fairy tale written for children, but also relaxing for adults.

It has many levels, and different age groups and backgrounds will have different understandings.

"Thank you."

Meng Huaiming had a sweet taste in the first place, and when he was attending a banquet, he heard a certain parent wonder why the new generation likes sweet and greasy things, one or two are like this, it's unbelievable.

Under the tiramisu plate, the pattern of "Tiramisu" is outlined with chocolate sauce.

Meng Huaiming drank the bad-tasting mocha, but felt that everything was just right.

It's been a long time since he's had this feeling that everything fits right.

"Tiramisu, well written." Meng Huaiming said.

The guest was in the store, and Yan Hui couldn't move the shelf to write a book, so he made himself a cup of hot cocoa. After hearing Meng Huaiming's compliment, he was quite embarrassed, so Meng Huaiming asked, "What does this name mean? Okay. Eating is delicious, that is to say, it has become a habit after a long time, but now that I think about it, I still don’t know the origin.”

Yan Hui held her chin and shook the straw gently, "Tiramisu is full of love meaning. If I remember correctly, before the husband went to the battlefield, the wife failed to bake the cake, so in a hurry, she used egg finger biscuit cake strips and The dessert made with cocoa powder was finally finished before the lover left and delivered to the lover.”

The aroma of cocoa gave off warmth, which dispelled Meng Huaiming's discomfort with the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River. The young man said, "I think this eagerness should bring more than just cakes to my lover."

"Is it love?" Meng Huaiming raised his eyebrows: "After all, it is a love story, and she is eager to convey love."

"A broader term is love, and if Tria means 'pull', Mi means 'me', and Su means 'upward', together it is the most classic meaning of tiramisu, take me away, then maybe she is so Hurry also implies that she hastily packed her luggage, hoping that her lover will love her and go with her.”

"But it's impossible, everything has another meaning, remember me. Retreating for the next best thing, retreating again and again, may be the essence of love."

"gentlemen?"

Meng Huaiming came back to his senses, and said with a smile, "No...you said it was very good."

Yan Hui seemed to see something, and said softly: "But it is impossible for a soldier to take her to the battlefield. This is his insistence. Someone on both sides will always retreat. And if they really love each other, then the bottom line is to hope that People can live in peace and live a hundred years.”

The young man squinted his eyes slightly, and the expression behind the lens was like the cocoa in his hand, which seemed obscure, but actually tasted delicious.

The birds hiding under the branches suddenly rose up.

At that moment, Meng Huaiming clearly felt the pulsation in his chest.

Dreaming at this time, the misty rain in Lanting is like a dazzling bubble, bursting with a "pop".

Meng Huaiming sat up, and the crisp sound of glass breaking came from the living room.