After the white moonlight cuts the black

What Yan Hui said was pushing towards the bottom line.

If it's just words, it's fine, his expression is extremely ironic, even close to teasing, he smiled gently, just saying: Look, how stupid you are.

Back from the dead, time and space reversed, Meng Huaiming firmly believed that he would have a chance to save Yan Hui.

He can obviously do it, he can always know the meaning of that sorry.

There will still be so much time to wait for Yan Hui to open his heart, they can be like before, Yan Hui has never gone too far, he has survived in a relatively static state for many years, even if the years change, it may not be too big Change.

Aren't those TV dramas that are reunited after a broken mirror are performed like this?Lower your posture and admit your mistakes, as if it is not difficult to be forgiven. People will make mistakes, which is perfectly normal. Although emotional mistakes are worse, there is no reason to turn back once you make a mistake.

Meng Huaiming suddenly realized, when did he set such low demands on himself.

If it was someone else's sentiment, would he think it could be easily redeemed?

But it's too late to say anything now, and everything is no longer what it used to be.

No one will wait in place forever, feelings fall into the abyss in a fallen attitude, and no amount of hope will be burned.

He is not here to reunite, but to experience the truth.

The truth looks down on all sentient beings and declares loudly that you cannot be reunited after breaking the mirror.

Meng Huaiming felt that his absurd and bizarre experience could be written into a script.

As Qiao He said, everyone's experience is a good book, but most of them are not complete.

A first love that ended without a problem, a career that was abandoned halfway, and a life of sloppy life, these are ordinary belongings, not the requirements of the script.

What the audience pursues is a perfect circle. Whether it is a tragedy or a comedy, there must be a clear node, instead of half-dead procrastination. Procrastination will make people tired and drain enthusiasm.

After Meng Huaiming finished smoking the cigarette, he took out a new one, but he didn't light it, he just held it in his hand.

"Good afternoon."

Meng Huaiming turned his head when he heard the sound.

Meng Chuqi waved his hand and greeted him casually as if he had suddenly emerged from the ground.

She was wearing a camel sweater, a plaid skirt, a thick chain pendant of a copper deer, in a forest style, an ill-fitting peaked cap on her head, and there were four large characters written on it - don't get close to strangers.

"Chu Qi, why are you here?"

Meng Huaiming was in a bad mood, and wanted to avoid people on purpose, fearing that someone would be implicated in his anger. Meng Chuqi had never had good eyesight, and he often bumped into him when he was in a bad temper.

This girl doesn't hold any grudges, and she doesn't take the insignificant emotions and words of others to heart.

But Meng Huaiming especially avoided her later on.

It's really useless to vent your anger to a child. If Meng Chuqi refuses to let it go, he, as an uncle, should also give in.

"Oh, I heard that Uncle you want to play some evil games, so I came here specially to observe." Meng Chuqi bit the lollipop in one bite, and picked up the inpatient building with the plastic stick, "Yes, Uncle."

Although Meng Chuqi's words were full of teasing and indecency, Meng Huaiming believed in the bottom of his heart that the little girl would be able to tell him in no time with the excuse of "I picked up a big villain by the side of the road".

"Now is an era of peace." Meng Huaiming suppressed his anger: "You go back, I will deal with Yan Hui."

Chu Qi habitually wanted to put her hands in her pockets, but she was wearing a skirt without pockets, so she shook her skirt and looked up at Meng Huaiming, who was a few steps taller than her.

"I'm hungry, Uncle, go eat with me"

"Go by yourself, if you don't have any money, I will transfer it to you now." As he said that, he was about to take out his mobile phone.

Chu Qi raised her brows: "Not taking care of Brother Yanhui, it means that Uncle, you have nothing to do now, can you even eat a meal? It's better than smoking here."

"You don't need to worry about it." Meng Huaiming turned around and was about to enter the inpatient building.

"What I present is not true. If you are deceived once, there will be a second time."

Meng Huaiming stopped in his tracks.

"No, there is no helplessness."

"--what are you saying?"

Meng Chuqi smiled slightly, ignoring the strange eyes that others cast on her self-talking behavior.

"Having the habit of showing damage is popular in literary creation, but it is not advisable in reality. Ye Ziqing asked, why? Qingping pondered over and over again, because in all articles, it is possible to show the decayed past and scarred old wounds. It is equal to being loved. Your predestined love will show pity, feel distressed, and then love the imperfect body and mind even more deeply. It is a simple contrast method, using helplessness to set off the strong. And reality?"

She seemed to be reciting a text: "Qingping is silent."

Then Meng Chuqi changed his emphasis and said arrogantly: "'They will only feel disgusted.'"

The lunch that Meng Chuqi wanted to eat was Mala Tang, with a bowl full of vegetables, and also wanted iced Coke, but Meng Huaiming didn't agree.

The people sitting next to him were all young people in their early 20s. Meng Huaiming hadn’t eaten this kind of thing for several years, so it was quite fresh. While waiting for the order to be called, Chu Qi bought two cups of milk tea. Like a cup of porridge.

Meng Huaiming began to regret letting Chu Qi fall into Qiao He's hands.

They try to tap women's sensitive potential infinitely, in an attempt to gain insight into the high level of human relationships, but in fact there is really no logic to follow.

It is very easy to be single if you want to live a thorough life.

"Did you finish your vacation homework?"

Meng Chuqi's facial muscles twitched: "Could it be that a few homework books are more important than the guardian's lifelong event?"

"Of course, homework is more important for third-year high school students." To be honest, Meng Huaiming didn't want to talk about these things with Chu Qi, but it was even more unreliable to talk about relationships. It was so strange to be pointed out by a child who had just grown up.

"I'm the one who decides about my parents' marriage."

Meng Chuqi was the product of pregnancy out of wedlock. Her statement is not unreasonable, but it still sounds very weird.

"Okay, what's your opinion, what do you mean by reading those just now?"

"Uncle, are you a hundred thousand why?"

"...Let's go, you pay the bill yourself."

"Don't, don't, don't!" Meng Chuqi hugged the bottle of Bing Tang Sydney in a fuss, "It's the dialogue of <Dear Man by the Window>."

Meng Huaiming frowned when he heard the title of the book. In his memory, there seemed to be this dialogue in Yan Hui's original text, but it was deleted during the adaptation.

Yan Hui stuffed some non-colloquial dialogues in this novel, resulting in [-] characters more than the original plan. Due to the difference between literary creation and film and television, he kept them all.

But after thinking about it, Meng Huaiming immediately realized that she was fooling herself.

"No, it's impossible for the man by the window to contain the words 'they will only feel disgusted' in the book. It's too preachy."

Meng Chuqi nodded seriously, "I didn't say that it's all the dialogue in the man by the window, and the sentences in <You come and I go>."

That's it, no wonder there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity, he had read the original text of "You Come and Me Go" before rebirth.

"What do they matter?"

Meng Huaiming heard the call number one after another on the food pickup radio, which was exactly the same as the electronic voice of the female announcer who called the number to get the medicine in the hospital. He and Chu Qi came back with a big bowl, and the steaming smoke brought heat.

Chu Qi raised her hand and added a tablespoon of chili oil to the bowl. The girl's face was hidden behind the smoke, immature and mature.

Meng Huaiming felt that his elder brother was meek and his wife was even more of a vase, how could he give birth to a daughter whose temperament was so different from that of his husband and wife.

It doesn't look like he inherited his parents' blood, but he is quite similar to the boy mistress whose father cheated on him.

In the last life, Meng Chuqi caused a big incident while studying. When Meng Huaiming intervened, she had already been sent to the detention center.

In Chuqi, a group of people surrounded and beat up the students in the class, broke three ribs, and almost blinded them in the chaos.

Most of the students enrolled in the private high school in the seventh year of junior high school had backgrounds, and that family happened to be a difficult one to mess with. At that time, Mr. Meng was already dead, and the Meng family was heavily in debt.

They want to send Chu Qi to prison, and they should be punished for making mistakes, but they deliberately magnify the crime, and they want Chu Qi to be imprisoned for a full 15 years.

The link, Meng Huaiming, feels painful even now when he recalls it. His father died of a sudden cerebral infarction, and he was responsible for the worst part of their stall.

Su Yaowen posted an ambiguous article on Weibo, implying that Meng Huaiming's style of work was not right. He had harassed him a lot in the past, which blocked fans' intentions to dig him out. out of the circle.

Meng Huaiming couldn't save himself, and he couldn't save Chu Qi either.

It was only later that Meng Huaiming figured out the context. Among the children whose ribs were broken, there were also children from Zhixing Huang's family.

Butterfly effect, chain reaction, cause and effect are repeatedly shortfall compensation in the time axis.

Meng Huaiming couldn't sleep all night, the dream was really scary.

"Uncle, you really don't know." Meng Chuqi was a little proud, and sucked the instant noodles very loudly, "Tangyuan distiller's grains, brother Yan Hui's vest."

"Tangyuan distiller's grains?" Meng Huaiming repeated the screen name, a little in disbelief: "You said Yanhui is the glutinous rice ball distiller's grains who wrote slam novels on the Internet?"

"It's been a long time since Jiu Lies wrote a novel." Chu Qi sighed regretfully, "He's writing you a drama suitable for IP adaptation, so it's normal for him to stop writing."

"He never told me." Meng Huaiming picked up a deep-fried dough stick with his chopsticks, "But this is his own private matter, so there's no need to let me know."

"Is that really the case?" Chu Qi spoke too bluntly: "Or do you actually not know him at all?"

"Meng Chuqi." Meng Huaiming patted his chopsticks, "It's not something you don't understand. I understand that you want Yanhui to come back. I originally thought so, but you can't arrange some messy plots on your own. , put it on my head."

"He admitted that I have nothing to say. Each has his own life choices, and we have already separated. You have no right to ask me to understand my ex-boyfriend."

Chu Qi suddenly lowered her head and sucked in big mouthfuls of noodles. The violent storm swept through her Mala Tang, Gudu Gudu drank all the soup, dropped the bowl, and her nose was red when she raised her head.

"Thank you, Uncle, I'm glad I didn't just leave."

Meng Chuqi smiled: "I don't have the right, I just think it's a pity for you... You see, I've never felt a pity for my parents."

"Uncle, it's true that you have eaten more salt than I have eaten. Do you still have less regretful feelings? Twisted melons are not sweet, and you blow it without even climbing the vine. I can't accept it."

"Your relationship is abnormal, Uncle Huai Ming."

Meng Huaiming interrupted her, "Chuqi, you haven't been in a serious relationship... Well, I don't know how much experience you have, but it's not for the purpose of living. Most of your emotional experience comes from us. A love movie and TV series for the editor."

"That's all fake. On Chu Qi, Yan Hui and I both do this business. No one knows better than us that there are several elements of artistic processing in it."

"Then Uncle." Chu Qi was puzzled, "You are so clear-headed, have you found that Uncle you have a habit when it comes to dealing with feelings?"

"Get used to what?"

"Have the habit of 'loving' someone."

Meng Huaiming paused his hand spooning the soup, "What are you talking about?"

"Why does Brother Yan Hui think that you think of him as Su Ye, but that's really the case? No, that bastard Su Ye found some official account BB, and some people believed it blindly. When you two are deeply in love The rainy commander and aunts and wives?"

"continue."

"Uncle, you're just used to treating someone in one way, taking care of every lover like your first love, Bai Yueguang. Your lover has no face, as long as there is someone you can love, it doesn't matter who he is."

Meng Chuqi didn't say that, in fact, you have so many lovers, if you were a radical keyboard man, you would be scolded as a scumbag.

"Brother Yanhui is cooperating with you? It is because you know how to fake feelings that you are able to handle it with ease. Do you really want to understand each other?"

"But it makes sense to say this now?" Meng Huaiming refuted her.

"It makes sense." Meng Chuqi was decisive.

"He's calling for help."

"About more than two months ago, Distiller's Lees Tangyuan updated an episode from the perspective of a supporting role in "You Come and Me Go", he said..."

"Now I understand, this wall won't break, I have to bang my head on it."

Chu Qi didn't know where to go, so after eating Malatang, he left the stall and left, and Meng Huaiming paid for it.

The director of the crew of "You Come and I Go" called again to ask, how is the script?

"I'll take someone with me."

"Ah? Who? Lao Meng, why don't you tell me if you want to bring someone with you, just take it casually, whoever we are."

"By the way, one more question, do you know the contact information of the original author?"

"The original author? Do you still want to find him? Do you still need to contact him?"

"……never mind."

Meng Huaiming hung up the phone, unable to recover for a while.

—so you're lying?

Tangyuan distiller's lees, where did you hit that wall?