The Playwright's Guide to First Love

In the past few days when Fu Wenshan came to the film and television city, Xie Wanxing felt that her life didn't seem to have changed much. It was just that when she returned to the hotel at night, she was surrounded by someone who warmed the bed.

But if there was no difference, he felt that time seemed to speed up all of a sudden, and seven days passed in the blink of an eye, and Fu Wenshan was already packing his luggage, ready to leave tomorrow afternoon.

There is no Xie Wanxing role this morning, so he doesn't have to go to the set.He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Fu Wenshan. He didn't wear shoes on his feet and stepped on the carpet barefoot, knowingly asked, "What time is your flight tomorrow?"

He clearly looked at Fu Wenshan's ticket, it was five o'clock in the afternoon.

"Five o'clock in the afternoon." Fu Wenshan checked his things, covered his luggage, and turned his head to look at Xie Wanxing, as if joking, but not joking, "why ask again, can't you bear me?"

Of course Xie Wanxing didn't recognize it, "I just misremembered the time."

But his eyes rolled away, and he planned to discuss with the director at night, and move the scene to be filmed tonight to tomorrow.

But at night, he walked up to the director, and before he could speak, the director slapped his head, "Xiao Xie, you came just in time, I forgot to tell you, your scene is moved to the back tonight, editor Li said first Shoot other things. You don’t have to come over at night.”

Xie Wanxing: "...Okay."

Xie Wanxing naturally knew why Li Siheng came to say hello.

But he didn't find Li Bian, who had hidden his achievements and fame, but he saw Fu Wenshan waiting for him outside the set.

It was still early, so the two went to eat hot pot together.

The food I ate was the one that Fu Wenshan ate at when he came to the film and television city. Xie Wanxing spent a lot of time filming today, and he was very hungry. He ordered a few plates of meat as soon as he sat down. Are slightly raised.

Fu Wenshan could only take a slow walk with him.

"During filming, don't you actors need to pay attention to body management?" Fu Wenshan asked. Seeing Xie Wanxing's posture of eating meat just now, he seemed to have forgotten about losing weight.

"Yes," Xie Wanxing rubbed his stomach melancholy, "but you can't control your mouth. It's not like you don't know that I've been eating boiled chicken breast recently."

When he said this, he gouged out Fu Wenshan's eyes again. Half of the few kilograms of flesh on his body were also due to Fu Wenshan.

They walked for a while, and at first they kept a little distance, but as they got closer to the shadows, they got closer and closer, and the backs of their hands accidentally touched each other.

Fu Wenshan didn't care at first, but when he touched the back of Xie Wanxing's hand, he noticed that Xie Wanxing's hand was a bit cold.Subconsciously, he grabbed Xie Wanxing's hand, felt warm, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Xie Wanxing was taken aback, but Fu Wenshan said, "It seems to be raining again outside, the temperature is cooling down, let's go back to the hotel first."

As he spoke, he led Xie Wanxing forward.

Xie Wanxing's fingers curled up for a while, but she didn't retract her hand.

Seeing that the parking lot was getting closer and closer, he thought, in fact, there would be nothing wrong with Fu Wenshan staying for a few more days.

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In the afternoon of the next day, Li Siheng sent Fu Wenshan to the airport. Xie Wanxing sat alone on the set and waited for the filming. Zhao Jinghua also had something to do today, and his assistant Wang Xiaoming was next to him.

On the third day when Fu Wenshan came to the film and television city, Xie Wanxing weighed it over and over again, and told Wang Xiaoming about their relationship. After all, this is his assistant who has been with him for the longest time.

In Wang Xiaoming's exaggerated expression with his mouth open enough to stuff an egg, Xie Wanxing skillfully threatened, "Don't tell Sister Lian, or you will lose your salary and benefits."

Wang Xiaoming closed his mouth again, and answered with a bitter face.

Seeing that Xie Wanxing was a little restless now, Wang Xiaoming guessed what the boss was thinking, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, do you want to send Mr. Fu off?"

Xie Wanxing gave Wang Xiaoming a strange look, "Why should I send him off?"

Wang Xiaoming's voice became quieter, and he looked around, "Isn't he the person next to you now? It's not normal for you to send him off as a couple for one night."

Xie Wanxing stopped talking, he actually felt that Wang Xiaoming's nonsense had some truth to it.

Everyone has slept with it, so it is reasonable to give it away.

But before he could think about it, the director came to remind him that he was going to film, and Xie Wanxing took off his coat and walked up.

And when he finished filming, he found that there were already several WeChat messages on his mobile phone, which were sent by his "person next to the pillow", telling him that he had arrived home.

Xie Wanxing didn't reply to his WeChat, but when he got to the hotel, he called.

Fu Wenshan quickly picked it up, "Hey, are you finished filming yet?"

Xie Wanxing had just taken a shower and was wiping her hair with a bath towel. She put her mobile phone on the bed and turned it on.

"Well, there is a night show today, and I just came back."

"Have you had dinner then?"

"I ate it, and it was boiled broccoli and chicken breast again. If I eat any more, I will almost turn into broccoli."

Fu Wenshan laughed on the other end of the phone. During the seven days he was on the set, Xie Wanxing ate fitness meals for five days. It was really tasteless. No wonder Xie Wanxing couldn't help it when he saw hot pot.

The two chatted for a while, when Xie Wanxing suddenly heard what seemed to be meowing from Fu Wenshan.

He asked strangely, "Did I hear it wrong? Or do you really have cats there?"

There was really one in Fu Wenshan's arms, and the chubby, flat-faced Garfield collapsed into a meatloaf in his arms, coquettishly sticky with him.

"You heard me right, it's my sister's cat," Fu Wenshan said, "She's been abroad for the past few days, and her cat sticks to me except for her. As soon as I got off the plane, she forced this precious cat into me .”

He didn't consider the opinion of his own brother at all.

Fu Wenshan looked down at the cat. The cat was lying on his abs, acting coquettishly. He thought of an interesting incident, and asked Xie Wanxing, "Do you know the name of this cat?"

Xie Wanxing was a little curious, "What's your name?"

He had already held the mobile phone by his ear at this time, and Fu Wenshan's laughter reached his ears directly, scratching gently like a feather.

"It's called Wanwan, Xie Wanxing's Wan."

Xie Wanxing felt his ears warm up for no reason.

"Why is it called that?" he asked.

"My sister likes you. Seriously, she is your fan. She not only has your posters and accessories at home, but also bought some of your couple watches. She originally wanted to name the cat Xing Xing, but she was afraid to call you The cat came over when I was naming it, so I decided to call it Wan Wan." Fu Wenshan said while stroking the cat, "If my sister knew that I slept with you, she would probably throw me directly into the river."

Xie Wanxing was quite surprised. He didn't expect Fu Wenshan's sister to be lurking among his fans, but he quickly laughed again, "It's not so exaggerated, that's your sister."

Fu Wenshan snorted coldly, "That's because you haven't seen my sister. I fought with my sister when I was young, and she scratched my face with her nails. And my brother, he doesn't care how my sister scratches me. But if I dare Touch my sister's finger, it's over, and I will be beaten by my brother again."

He is able to fight so well now, and his brother and sister must be credited for it.

Xie Wanxing laughed even harder.

This was the first time he had heard Fu Wenshan talk about his family.He knew roughly who were in Fu Wenshan's family, and some of them had even met a few times, but he didn't have much memory.But hearing Fu Wenshan say this, he felt very kind.

"My brother doesn't beat me up," Xie Wanxing said proudly. "When I was young, my cousin bullied me. My brother brought him over without saying a word and beat me up. Afterwards, they didn't dare to provoke me anymore."

Fu Wenshan thought about it, Xie Wanxing is so good-looking now, he must have been even more white and cute when he was a child, like a little dumpling, if he had such a younger brother, he would probably be reluctant to beat him up, and would want to carry it away in his arms.

"I have to go home again in a while, my grandpa's birthday." Fu Wenshan said again, he didn't know why he had to tell Xie Wanxing about this, it's obviously not a big deal because the parents are short-tempered.

Xie Wanxing didn't think there was anything wrong, he blurted out subconsciously, "Then should I give a gift too?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt that he was self-indulgent. In what capacity did he give this gift? Was it the identity of the second young master of the Xie family, who was out of reach, or the identity of Fu Wenshan's bed partner.

All of them are strange, and the latter one is especially not on the table.

He bit his tongue involuntarily.

Fu Wenshan said, "My grandpa didn't hold a big birthday party this time, but just had a casual meal at home to celebrate, and didn't even invite my cousins. But if I see you, my grandpa should be very happy."

Xie Wanxing asked softly, "Why?"

"Because my grandfather likes good-looking ones," Fu Wenshan said, "My sister's face control is probably inherited from him."

Xie Wanxing couldn't help laughing again.

Since returning to the hotel, he seems to have been smiling.

·

After hanging up the phone, Fu Wenshan raised the Garfield in his arms.

Garfield was about to fall asleep, but after being tossed by him like this, he opened his eyes limply.

"Wanwan." Fu Wenshan called out.

Garfield tilted his head, "Meow?"

After Fu Wenshan barked, he felt bored again and took the cat back into his arms.

He knew that Xie Wanxing's nickname was not Wanwan, but Xing Xing.

A sky full of stars.