meet at thirty

The compilation of ROKI's work went smoothly, and they had planned to officially record it on Wednesday night. However, on Tuesday night, Wen Sheng contacted Pu Zhen suddenly, and said with embarrassment that they might have to postpone it.

"I'm really sorry." The o regiment has always been trustworthy, and it is rare to let people go.When Wen Sheng typed up each word, he felt his old face was burning—although it wasn't entirely their fault, and it was very likely that Pu Zhen wouldn't say anything.Wen Sheng deleted, typed, and edited a paragraph for a long time, and finally clicked to send it resolutely.Pu Zhen probably happened to be holding the phone, and replied within two seconds.

"it does not matter."

Seeing Pu Zhen's reply, Wen Sheng had a vague feeling that it really was so.

"Did something happen? Is there anything I can do for you?"

Just as Wen Sheng was thinking about what to say, he unconsciously typed a few words and deleted them, when he saw Pu Zhen sent another message.

"It doesn't matter if it's inconvenient to say, just tell me what's useful to me."

Looking at Pu Zhen's words, Wen Sheng couldn't laugh or cry.

This is too much for the sake of others.

Wen Sheng thought for a while and asked him, "Is it convenient to make a call now?"

Three seconds after sending this sentence, Pu Zhen's voice request flashed on the interface.

There was a faint sound of Pu Zhen typing on the keyboard. Wen Sheng asked him if he was busy, but he immediately denied it.Then, the sound of typing on the keyboard disappeared.

"It's not a big deal, and there's nothing bad to say, it's just... I just didn't know where to start."

Pu Zhen paused for a moment, then asked: "Did something happen to Tutu?"

"You know?" Wen Sheng was surprised, and admitted: "It's something between Antler and Tutu."

Lujiao'er started dancing house dances early, and she was also from a professional class. Even now, she is a veteran dancer with both strength and popularity. See you.Pu Zhen only had a slight impression of her before, but that day gggghost mentioned it inexplicably, but Pu Zhen did not ignore it.In addition, when Wen Sheng was sent home, Wen Sheng also mentioned it, so Pu Zhen remembered it, and when he got home, he dug it out and looked at D who was jumping with antlers.

When he played it for the first time, he was taken seriously by layer after layer of barrage. After closing the barrage and watching it again, he immediately understood the unclear dialogue between gggghost and tutu. Also read Understand Wen Sheng's subtext.

"Half guessed." He said tactfully.

Wen Sheng sighed: "Lu Antler, she hasn't actually circled the earth, she just has a few fans, maybe fans from both sides, let's go to Tutu and talk about it."

Tutu has been in the o group for ten years, this is the first time he was questioned "why did you transfer to xx and not xx", and there are quite a few people. Tutu and Beibei are not people without fans. When they came and went, several groups of people actually started arguing like this.

While listening to Wen Sheng's talk, Pu Zhen clicked on D on tutu, and the latest comment at the bottom was "Let's not talk nonsense, sisters, come on, let's see the bullet screen of irrelevant people and report one by one." Flipping through, I found some not-so-nice voices. There are comments under each article, and there are some for the sensible, and there are also some that are ugly. The comments are still arguing until the first page is pulled to the end.

At this time, Wen Sheng's computer displayed the same interface as Pu Zhen's, and he jumped directly to the last page, looking at the earliest comments one by one.

"Ah, ah, ah, our little angel has grown up! He's grown up! He's a sultry baby!"

"Tutu!!!!!! Auntie's baby goose!!! Mom is going to give birth to you!!!!"

"I checked it three times. It's really Tu Baoer who made it up, isn't it Sanshui? (I didn't mean Sanshui's husband to be sorry)"

Those are the comments left by tutu when he just submitted the article. Like other submissions on origin, there are groundhogs screaming in the front row, and sand sculpture netizens chatting together.The more Wen Sheng looked at it, the more unpleasant it became. He was silent for a while, and then continued: "Of the few of us, the old chicken is the most Buddhist. Basically, he doesn't repost others very much. Tutu likes to repost in friendship the most. In addition, the antlers Er also worked with Tutu before, so I guess he was quite entangled before."

gggghost asked such a question at the time, because he was afraid that Tutu would not see it, and if Tutu said he had seen it, then he had made a decision in his heart.The tacit understanding of the four of them for more than ten years, this matter is over, after all, it is not a big deal whether Tutu transfers or not, who knows that it will develop into what it is now, not only Tutu is in a bad mood, but even Beibei also blames it. Awkward.It just so happened that the photo shoot had something to do on Wednesday, so Wen Sheng simply discussed with Pu Zhen to postpone it later, to give Tutu some time to deal with this matter.

Pu Zhen can have no opinion, but that doesn't mean that Wen Sheng can feel at ease.Wen Sheng couldn't hide his emotions, and Pu Zhen could imagine his guilt through the phone.Pu Zhen listened to Wen Sheng rambling about unnutritious words, and unconsciously pursed the corners of his mouth.Holding the mobile phone in one hand, he brought the calendar closer with the other, and made a cross on the originally circled date.

"Or...... If you are not busy on Wednesday night, would you like to make an appointment with us for dinner?"

Pu Zhen's hands froze, the pen slipped out, fell on the table and rolled around a few times.

Wen Sheng was still talking over there: "We're going to go out for hot pot on Wednesday, if you're busy, next time..." Before he finished speaking, Pu Zhen rarely interrupted him.

"I can!"

Hearing this, Wen Sheng thought of a sentence reflexively: If the elder sister can do it, so can the younger sister.

He endured it and didn't blurt out this sentence, but in the end he couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud on the spot.

Pu Zhen didn't know what Wen Sheng was laughing over there, but he also felt that he was too impulsive just now, and he couldn't help but be thankful that Wen Sheng didn't open the video while being embarrassed.He switched the phone to his right hand, lowered his voice, and asked, "Can I come?"

Hearing his careful questioning, Wen Sheng's heart softened suddenly.

"Why not?" Wen Sheng unconsciously rubbed the volume keys on his phone, with a gentleness in his tone that he didn't realize.

Until he hung up the phone, Pu Zhen was still in a daze.He pulled out the chair, got up and walked to the living room, sat on the sofa for a while, then walked all the way to the bathroom, slowly turned on the faucet, splashed water on his face.The winter water was bitterly icy, and he was finally sober. He raised his eyes and looked at himself in the glasses: the broken hair on his forehead had just been wet by him, and strands of it stuck to his forehead.

As if waking up from a big dream, he hurried back to the study, picked up his cell phone, and sat down by the French window of the bedroom, looking at a blurry image of himself on the glass.

Pu Zhen clutched the phone, pressed the lock screen button, and the screen lit up.

It was obvious that he could use his fingerprint to unlock it, but he didn't dare to be ordinary. He didn't open it until the light on the screen was pressed again, and it was about to go out.He was cautious about unlocking the password of the lock screen, as if he had to choose between the red and blue lines of the bomb every time.Press the last password, the screen lights up, nothing earth-shattering happened, there is a chat record lying silently on the top of the call record, the left side is the name of the person who couldn't be more familiar, and the right side is the call duration.

Not a dream.

They had indeed talked on the phone for a quarter of an hour, and the phrase "I had a great time with you" before hanging up the phone was not a hallucination of his wishful thinking.

The place where the water was splashed should be cold, but Pu Zhen felt that his face was getting hotter and hotter, as if a spicy pot was boiling, and red bubbles came out one after another.

Pu Zhen opened the favorites at Station B, and drove the blue bird that he had missed so many times at a familiar place.The moment the prelude sounded, he suddenly felt a sense of dislocation in time and space.He looked at the temperature rise on the screen, and looked away for the first time, as if he was looking up at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, which was not inferior to the lights of thousands of houses, and he seemed to be looking through it at the moon in Paris seven years ago. Holding a computer in a certain student apartment.

/ / /

Wen Sheng hung up the phone, talked to the other three people in the small group, and went to chat with Beibei again.The friendship between Wen Sheng and Beibei is there, so there is no need to beat around the bush. Although Beibei is a little embarrassed, she is not afraid of the shadow. Since she has not done anything bad, she is not afraid of it, but on the contrary. Came over and asked about Tutu's situation. Tutu is the youngest in the family, and has a baby face. He looks like he is in his early 20s, and the women around him always have a kind of honey care for him.

"It doesn't matter to me, it's just that Tutu is soft-hearted and easy to talk, and he values ​​friendship too much. I'm afraid he will be blocked."

Wen Sheng thought for a while and replied, "Tutu is also 30 years old, so he's not that fragile."

Encountering such an inexplicable incident, it must be a lie to say that he can be happy, but it can't be said to be serious.

"It's okay, we will ask Xiaozhen to eat hot pot together tomorrow, there is nothing that a hot pot meal can't solve."

"True?"

It was only then that Wen Sheng realized that Bei Bei didn't know who "Xiao Zhen" was, and quickly added, "It's Sol."

Beibei said a word, and then his attention was diverted: "You and sol have gotten very close recently?"

"Yes." Mentioning Pu Zhen, Wen Sheng's mood improved again, and when he replied, a smile subconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You are a cute little friend, and you can dance well."

"...Brother Wen, you're only in your early thirties, do you want to embarrass the kids?" Bei Bei was speechless for a while, "I heard Nan Nan mentioned Sol, and I was thinking of finding time to make an appointment for a dance. But I've been really busy lately."

Wen Sheng originally wanted to tell Bei Bei that Pu Zhen was born in ballet, but he hesitated in the middle of the conversation.

The North and South sisters have a jazz and a ballet, and with North and North's resolute personalities, if they knew that Pu Zhen first learned ballet, they would probably cooperate with Pu Zhen even once.Pu Zhen kept saying that he was not busy, but it was hard for anyone to say what the specific situation was.

Besides... I don't know how far Pu Zhen has learned ballet, right... Wen Sheng has gotten to know Pu Zhen a little bit after getting along with him a few times, and he feels that his basic ballet skills should be better than his own. The guess is even deeper.He deceived himself to find a reason for himself, and finally deleted the words in the dialog box by accident.

Beibei was busy with business, so they didn't chat any more after a while.Wen Sheng just accepted a commercial choreography yesterday, this time he carefully read Party A's request several times, listened to the music several times, and sketched out a general idea in his mind.Choreographing is actually not suitable for doing things at night, because it is difficult to fall asleep in the middle of the night when the spirit is excited.This time, Wen Sheng finally stopped before midnight, hummed a little song and opened Weibo.

After chatting with Beibei, he didn't touch his phone again. Now he checked Weibo and found that Pu Zhen had posted a rare Weibo.No text, just a photo.The lights of Wanjia were blurred into small and bright spots, and further up, the night became more and more silent, and it was a dense cyan color close to pure black.A full moon hangs alone in the middle, as if a layer of filter has been applied alone.

Wen Sheng glanced at the posting time, it was not long after they finished their phone call.Looking at the picture, Wen Sheng felt inexplicably tacit, as if something was hidden in it and finally reached him.

Wen Sheng looked at it for a few seconds, and then liked the Weibo post.