Actor's Love Debt

"Brother Ye, do you need me to find someone to clean it?"

"No need." Ye Mingchuan paused for a moment, with a somewhat hoarse voice, and said, "I just went over to take a look."

"Brother Ye, do you have a cold?" The assistant's puzzled voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I have a little fever." Although Ye Mingchuan answered like this, there was no sign of illness on his face.

"Brother Ye, rest well, I'll send you Mr. Ye An's address right away."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Mingchuan nestled his tall body on the sofa. He felt very uncomfortable now, and wanted to talk to someone, but he didn't know who to talk to or what to say.

The sofa was very soft, and he sank into it. He closed his eyes. He still didn't understand why he had such strong feelings for that person named Ye An. He just vaguely felt that when that person died, his soul Son followed suit.

Not long after, the cell phone on the coffee table rang again. Ye Mingchuan slowly opened his eyes. There was a dazzling crystal chandelier above his head. All his movements seemed to be slowed down. He blinked again before realizing that it was his cell phone. It rang.

He turned over on the sofa, stretched out his long arms and fished the phone from the tea table.

Swipe open the screen, and see the word "Ye An" displayed on the screen.

There was a hint of bitterness in the air, Ye Mingchuan was startled, and then remembered that this Ye An had nothing to do with that person.

He pressed the answer button, and a clear female voice came from the phone.

"Ye Yingdi, I'm Ye An. Well, I heard Director Xue said that you are sick today, and I want to ask how you are now? Are you better?"

"I've already taken the medicine, and it's much better." Ye Mingchuan's voice was clear and cold, like the bleak wind in late autumn.

"Then I'm relieved." Ye An on the phone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then she carefully told: "The actor should take a good rest during this time, don't be too tired, if you let your group of fans The girls know, I'm afraid they all have to cry their little faces."

Ye Mingchuan didn't talk to him, but just chuckled on the phone, but there was no half smile on his face.

"Then I won't bother Ye Yingdi, the actor should rest earlier."

"You go to bed earlier too."

"Good night." There was a little playfulness in Ye An's tone.

"Ah."

Ye Mingchuan hung up the phone without replying to Ye An good night. This is really not like him. He has always had a gentle and caring appearance in front of outsiders for so many years since he entered the world, but now he can no longer maintain such a face. up.

After a while, the cell phone in his hand rang again. He opened it and glanced at it. It was a text message from his assistant, with Ye An's address on it.Ye Mingchuan turned off his phone and closed his eyes. After lying on the sofa for a while, he suddenly sat up from the sofa and threw the phone back on the coffee table.

He was sitting on the sofa, his eyes were not focused, he just looked at the floor quietly in a daze.After a long time, Ye Mingchuan stood up from the sofa, went to his bedroom, changed into a beautiful suit and a neat tie.He polished the pair of leather shoes newly bought last month, looked around in front of the mirror, and made sure there was nothing inappropriate, and Ye Mingchuan went out.

There was no moon or stars tonight, and it was pitch black outside. Ye Mingchuan drove to City H. He knew that was Ye An's hometown, and he also knew that it would take at least three hours to drive there.

But he couldn't help it, he really wanted to see him.

He still had the piece called "Scarborough Fair" in his car.

Gejiatun No. 28, Gejia Village.

Ye Mingchuan parked the car at the entrance of the village, and walked towards the village alone.Now this time is close to early morning, the city in the distance is still brightly lit, and this small village has fallen into a deep sleep.

Occasionally, a few dogs barked, Ye Mingchuan kept walking, and continued to walk forward.Finally he stopped, and he saw the number 28 on the stone wall with a fluorescent green shimmer.

Ye Mingchuan raised his eyes, the house in front of him was already dilapidated, a large piece of thatch was swept away by the wind on the west roof, and the walls of the house looked like they were about to collapse after being washed by the rain, and the yard was full of fresh growth The spring grass that comes out is lush and vibrant.

The door was not locked, it was half-open, and it was covered with dust. Ye Mingchuan pushed it lightly, and there was an ear-piercing creaking sound immediately. In the silence of the night, it looked particularly terrifying.

After pushing the door open, Ye Mingchuan walked in. The door of the house was made of wood, hung crookedly on the wall, and it seemed that it could be pulled down with a little force.

Ye Mingchuan entered the room, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant. He stopped and walked, fumbled for a light wire, gently pulled it down, and turned on the light.

There is only such a small electric light with a yellow halo in this house. With the dim light, Ye Mingchuan looked around.

This small house of [-] square meters is divided into two rooms, one is used for cooking and the other is a bedroom.Ye Mingchuan entered the bedroom, the furnishings here are too simple, a single bed, a chair, a desk, on the desk is a desktop computer that seems to have been used for many years, Ye Mingchuan tried Press the power button, only to find that the computer is not working anymore.

Just as he was about to get up to leave, he found a blue-covered book under the computer mouse.

He reached out and pulled out the book, and carefully brushed off the dust on it. It could be seen that the book had been around for many years, but it was kept very well by the owner.

He opened the first page of the book, and there was only one sentence on it: You are the warm wind that I miss in the winter night.

This is the sentence at the end of "Warm Wind", Ye Mingchuan can't remember it very clearly.

He flipped through the notebook one by one, and there were many quotes from famous people in this notebook, or some fables that he had never read before, about love, about life, and about memories.

Until Ye Mingchuan turned the notebook to the last page, he saw that this thin page was full of a person's name.

Ye Mingchuan, Ye Mingchuan, Ye Mingchuan...

Finally at this moment, it was as if he had swallowed a mouthful of blood in his throat, unable to swallow or spit it out, and finally someone slapped him hard on the back, and the blood was regarded as vomiting.

Ye Mingchuan couldn't bear it anymore, he knelt down on the ground, those who pretended to be calm, those who deceived themselves just now, and the calm mask on his face, all broke apart in front of this last page.

Those fragments fell to the ground, and then they were all scattered by the wind.

Ye Mingchuan knelt on the ground, clutching the notebook tightly in his hand. He still couldn't remember Ye Anlai, and he didn't know why Ye An's notebook was filled with his name. He only knew that the bird in his chest Heart, I'm afraid it will be difficult for anyone to warm up again.

He stayed in this room for a whole night, and it was late spring now, but he felt cold all over his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The morning sun shone into the room, and Ye Mingchuan looked up and saw countless dust swirling in the light.

He tried to stand up, but his legs were sore and numb.

Not long after, he suddenly heard a group of people arguing outside, he got up from the ground while supporting the bed on one side, and walked out.

There were three or four middle-aged men arguing loudly outside. After listening for a while, Ye Mingchuan realized that they were here to fight for the house.

He stepped forward, interrupted the quarrel of these people, and said: "How much is this house, I bought it."

"Who are you? Come up to..."

Ye Mingchuan said: "You don't need to worry about who I am, as long as you know that I want to buy this house."

Seeing Ye Mingchuan's attitude, the tall middle-aged man was a little annoyed, he pouted: "Want to buy it? Yes! 20."

The other two men sneaked up on him twice behind him.

How could this dilapidated small house, which was less than 20 square meters in total, be worth 5 yuan, even [-] yuan is too much.

But Ye Mingchuan has no time to chat with these people now, the 20 is really nothing to him.

Besides, he didn't want other people to disturb that person's peace in front of this house.