After the white moonlight cuts the black

The video conference lasted until 11:30 p.m.

The more Chu Qi listened, the more excited she became. She had been lying down for almost a day, and she didn't feel sleepy at this time, and Meng Huaiming and Yan Hui, who were sleep-deprived, didn't seem to be drowsy at all.

They want to completely strangle the plan of salt fumigation before the movie "You Come, Me Go" is released. In addition to obtaining the necessary evidence, they also need to initiate it from the Internet.

In addition to Yan Hui, they still need to contact the other two authors, and it is not known whether they are willing to cooperate. After all, if they want to go through the legal process in the future, there will be many links in it.

It's good that the three authors can co-author, and even if the other two don't participate, Meng Huaiming, who was targeted, will support it.

As a writer alone, most of them would not choose the path of litigation because of the loss of financial resources and time.

Chu Qi originally wanted to continue participating, but after answering the phone call, he went back to the room alone.

Meng Huaiming threw the bowl into the dishwasher, and Yan Hui sneezed several times, feeling like he was about to catch a cold.

He hurriedly went to get the medicine from the medicine box. After Meng Huaiming cleared the dining table, he saw that Yan Hui had put away the cup from which he was drinking the medicine. "Don't you want to drink it?"

Yan Hui shook her head, "I've finished the usual one, and I drank some milk just now, let's forget it for today."

Yan Hui covered his nose with a tissue, and sneezed earth-shatteringly again. Meng Huaiming frowned, and walked closer to touch his forehead, but luckily he didn't have a fever.

He checked the time and found that he couldn't order takeaway, so he took his coat and prepared to go downstairs.

Yan Hui stopped him immediately, "Don't, just get some sleep, I'll be fine tomorrow, I'll sleep more."

Meng Huaiming held on to the door frame, his face was a little stern, Yan Hui suddenly remembered what was the reason for it, he hated people dying of illness the most, and had the intention to endure it as long as he could.

Even if this is the most common mentality of adults.

But Meng Huaiming has a psychological shadow in this regard. Back then, he and a young man who was the screenwriter of the TV series lost their lives because of this.

At first it was a small cold, but for some reason, I lay down in the hospital and never got up again.

Some said he was overworked, and some said he was suddenly ill. Before the ambulance pulled away, he was still able to talk and said that he wanted to be Meng Huaiming's apprentice, so we made an appointment to see him in the next drama.

Yan Hui will never forget Meng Huaiming's appearance after the news of Xiaonian's death was confirmed.

Maybe it was the younger generation he had placed high hopes on, and he really wanted to form a relationship between master and apprentice, but it was a pity that he couldn't stop it at all.

Meng Huaiming didn't say a word that day, and hugged him in silence all night.

Through physical contact, the grief was conveyed to the bottom of Yan's heart.

There was nothing he could do, he could only hug him back harder, not looking at his face, not making unnecessary sighs.

With body temperature and not broad chest, let him burst into fragility in silence.

Yan Hui had never met that young man, but she had heard Meng Huaiming praise him for his progress and vigor.

Meng Huaiming got to know each other when he was studying. That young junior has lofty aspirations, and there is a girl who is going to marry back home.

A sudden death is always like a bell ringing through the valley, echoing empty in the middle of the night.

The sighs of "shouldn't be", "it's not possible" and "how could it be" are floating in the world.

Meng Huaiming said that at that time he still laughed at young people who were weak, and his younger generation complained in front of him that he had to travel a long way to buy medicine, and that the troublesome takeaway was not easy to receive, so they simply resisted.

I didn't think there was anything wrong with it either.

"I'll be with you." Yan Hui also stood up to grab a scarf and coat, but Meng Huaiming disagreed: "Don't go, go out to have a shower now, you might be sure what will happen tomorrow."

"The pharmacy is not far away." Yan Hui put on three layers of clothes, a scarf, a hat, and fleece gloves. He was fully armed.

"It's just a matter of time to get up the medicine that I'm about to take, and I can sleep better at night after walking."

Meng Huaiming still refused, Yan Hui took off his glasses and smiled slightly: "Let's go, if it's too late, we'll have to run a long way."

Meng Huaiming knew that once Yan Hui's stubbornness came up, no amount of persuasion would work.

There are not many times like this. Yan Hui is a person who likes to reason, but is also willing to listen to reason. As long as he can be persuaded, he will not be stubborn.

But sometimes that just doesn't make sense, and what he thinks absolutely drives him.

Meng Huaiming changed him into a thicker coat, and Yan Hui only had a pair of eyes exposed outside after wearing it.

Meng Huaiming lowered the brim of his woolen hat, Yan Hui's eyes were bent.

In the flickering scene, Meng Huaiming seemed to see the young man making tiramisu in the bookstore again.

The two went downstairs. Although the location of this community is remote, the infrastructure is very complete. You can drive out from the south gate, and there is a pedestrian street and a large supermarket. It is very lively during the day, but it is not too deserted at night.

It takes 10 minutes for the pharmacy to come and go, and it takes only 10 minutes to walk on both feet.

But as soon as Meng Huaiming went out, he regretted letting Yan Hui follow him, the wind pushed him away.

But Yan Hui really couldn't add any more windproof clothes, so he took half a step behind Yan Hui and tried to cover him as much as possible.

After parking the car, they had to walk a row of sidewalks. They walked late, and when the green light counted down, they hadn't finished walking the row of zebra crossings. Yan Hui trotted a few steps and ran to the opposite side.

There stood a group of young men and women who presumably came back from karaoke. One of the girls elbowed the boy next to her and raised her chin in their direction. The boy raised his hand and hugged the girl into his arms.

Only then did Yan Hui realize that Meng Huaiming's arm was across his shoulder, and his palm was resting on the other half of his shoulder.

That should be a very confusing picture, the couple walking together, the taller one supporting the shorter shoulders, shielding him from the harsh east wind and all possible dangers.

But they are not lovers, they are nothing.

Yan Hui quickened his pace unconsciously, and Meng Huaiming followed closely without letting go of his arms.

There was also a cashier on duty in the pharmacy. Normally, pharmacies close at ten o'clock, but his shop would be open until twelve o'clock. Meng Huaiming and Yan Hui were the last customers to arrive today.

When Yan Hui entered the store, he clicked on the memo on his mobile phone. Seeing him swipe down, Meng Huaiming knew how long the memo was.

He walked around the medicine shelf, Meng Huaiming was standing at one end of the shelf to take cold medicine, and Yan Hui was looking down at his list over there.

Across the not-so-high frame, Yanhui's low eyebrows, mask hat and drooping hair cover all appearances, leaving only a pair of eyes.

These eyes did not bear the slightest resemblance to Su Yaowen.

On Su Yaowen's side, it seems that he has been forgotten, and the meeting and conversation between the two have been put on hold.

Meng Huaiming sent him his intention to break up. Maybe Su Yaowen didn't finish reading the long-winded text message to him.

Only replied: "Let's talk again."

Su Yaowen has not read more than the amount of scripts for a long time, he is short of time, and the persona "likes to read" on the Internet is just a persona, but his accumulation is very rich, and his memory and reciting ability are extremely strong, which is a boy's skill.

The hardships in the early years helped him to maintain his settings well. Even people like Meng Huaiming, who just beat each other up when they couldn't understand a few words, could fight each other a few times.

He himself is not low in EQ and IQ, and Meng Huaiming can't understand his ways any better.

All literal things don't count, and they have to meet before they can really talk about things.

"Yanhui." Meng Huaiming said suddenly: "What you said is different, what kind of difference is it?"

Yan Hui looked up from the opposite side, and Meng Huaiming almost felt that his eyes were on fire.

But it is different from an open flame. It is a flame rekindled from the ashes. It is just a flash of light, exploding a large dusty wreckage, and blowing up profusely. Once the wind blows, it will not be able to come together again. Scattered, no more gathering.

"Nothing." The beam of fire was extinguished by the drooping eyelashes.

"us……"

Yanhui pressed his index finger on his black mask and shook his head lightly.

He took two steps and put three or four medicine boxes into the basket. Meng Huaiming moved with him, separated by the medicine shelf which was not very tall.

The two of them seemed to be able to finally break the balance that was hard to say. Yan Hui's gaze was always on the medicine box, but when he spoke, he chose to face Meng Huaiming squarely.

He seemed to wake up from a dream suddenly, but the dream made him nostalgic again.

Yan Hui thought, I should be constantly disturbed by it, and it must be me who is indecisive.

At this point, all topics are going to be extinguished.

The filming of "You Come and I Go" is still over, and Yan Hui has not yet received the final payment. This may be the only excuse Meng Huaiming can convince himself.

But with the intensive publicity, "You Come and I Go" will still be released after all.

He didn't want to wait until after the premiere, Yan Hui left without saying goodbye, or the two of them watched the movie in a very dramatic way, and then parted ways.

That would be too cruel. It started with a movie and ended after watching the movie. Meng Huaiming almost went crazy when he thought of the ending.

But he also knew that there was little they could do.

Regardless of whether Zhao Hao's action was proposed by him, or someone behind the scenes pointed it out, it was too cruel.

Meng Huaiming even felt that it was an idea given to him by the monsters of the Qin family.

The man pinched Yan Hui too tightly, from body to heart, he wanted to lock it up, and he did it.

He used a marriage agreement that is invalid in the country to leave a way out. With Yan Hui's temperament, even if he is voluntary, he will eventually be restrained.

And his price of 5000 million is nothing more than a hint that he owes him.

It is so expensive to replace kindness with money, and he can't run away and can't pay it back.

At the same time, even if Yan Hui has a way to make money, such as the entertainment industry, the stain of his previous marriage is enough to cut off his retreat.

What's more, it was the Qin family who supported the other party, and Yan Hui couldn't make any splashes.

What's even more frightening is that the other party let him go free and will hold his kite string forever.

If someone wants to get Yan Hui, the only way is to hold this line, and this line is held by money, and it will eventually become a sale.

Even if the buyer who is stupid and rich has the original intention, I am afraid that he will not go to the end with Yanhui.

Because whenever the relationship comes to such a realistic point, it will plant the root of disaster.

How should Yan Hui treat a "love object" who bought him for 5000 million?

Meng Huaiming couldn't imagine why Zhao Hao wanted to tie Yan Hui to his side like this.

As far as he knows, Zhao Hao has said more than once that he will marry a wife and have children in the future, and since the inheritance of the family is his affiliation, why bother to lose Yan Hui's life in it.

It's almost mad love, and it's almost fierce.

"Huaiming."

Meng Huaiming was stunned for a moment, and then his heart seemed to be wrapped in a thread, tightened, ischemic, and suffocated.

Yan Hui said, "You sign a supplementary agreement with me."

He paused, then threw a few more bottles of medicine into the basket, "It's good for us all."

Supplementary agreement, it must be a supplement to Zhao Hao's agreement.

Meng Huaiming's blood turned cold in an instant.

"Huaiming, time is limited, two choices, you know what I'm talking about."

"I'm threatening you."

"Two customers, have you made your choice? We are closing the store." The cashier shouted at them.

Yan Hui walked straight to the cashier, without looking at him again.

Light snow fell on the way back, and it fell on the car window and melted into water droplets, which were then pulled into a thin long line.

Meng Huaiming's car drove very fast, as if holding back great emotions, sealed in a vat, fermenting in silence.

Yan Hui remained silent. When he got out of the car, he took off his mask and took a deep breath. It was almost like a drunken breath, and every breath he exhaled was tainted with astringent and spicy taste.

The moment the door was closed, Meng Huaiming pressed him against the wall and kissed him forcefully, just like biting him.

Yan Hui seemed to be finally drunk on the wine made by the fire in the winter night. In the kiss full of tears, she broke free from her coat. Meng Huaiming couldn't pull the scarf around him, and couldn't let go of his lips.

Yan Hui leaned forward cooperatively, separated the distance from the wall, and violently tore off the scarf.