Difficult to quit

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Zhuang Yi woke up, in Li Qinghai's arms.

The curtains in the hotel are thick, but they cannot be drawn tightly. There is a gap between the two curtains, through which the sunlight penetrates and unscrupulously shines into the room, leaving behind a golden light, in which countless fine dusts dance.

The rain stopped and it was sunny.

Li Qinghai was still sleeping, Zhuang Yi rolled out of his arms, touched the phone on the bedside table and took a look, it was past nine o'clock.

When he moved, Li Qinghai also woke up, and asked him in a daze, "What time is it?"

Zhuang Yi found his shoes and got off the ground: "[-]:[-]."

Both had a terrible hoarse voice.

Li Qinghai rubbed his eyes, sat up too, and looked sleepily at Zhuang Yijin pulling on his slippers and searching for clothes all over the floor.

The two of them took a mess in the shower yesterday. He took off Zhuang Yi's clothes. Then put it on your body.

Li Qinghai was still dazed after getting up, watched him put on his clothes for a long time, and then reminded him: "The short sleeves are worn backwards."

Zhuang Yi took off his short sleeves and put them on again, "Can't you stand up?"

Li Qinghai raked his hair, pinched the center of his brows, and forced himself to wake up, "Get up."

He lifted half of the quilt, stopped again, and ordered him lazily: "Help me get the clothes here."

Zhuang Yi went around the room again, and found Li Qinghai's clothes for him.

Li Qinghai glanced at it, and said hoarsely, "Underwear."

Zhuang Yi: "..."

He went to the bathroom again with a sullen face, and saw the black CK that Li Qinghai had casually hung on the shelf yesterday, he tore it off, bowed his head and handed it to Li Qinghai.

Li Qinghai took it over and said with a smile, "Thank you Brother Zhuang."

Zhuang Yi couldn't help but blushed.

Li Qinghai is not a guy, he usually calls himself brother, but yesterday when he pressed Zhuang Yi against the wall to kiss and tease him, he remembered that Zhuang Yi said "you are not my brother", and he said "Brother Zhuang" I yelled loudly, asked him if it was okay to do this, asked him if he was comfortable like that, and said Brother Zhuang took good care of me...

Zhuang Yi's mind was full of his hoarse and hot "Brother Zhuang", and his messy hands. In the end, he almost cried and called Brother Qinghai before he was liberated.

After he was done, he was wrapped in those hands to serve him, his hands were numb before he finished, and he was stunned to wash until the hot water ran out.

At this moment, Li Qinghai took the underwear, lifted the quilt directly, and changed it in front of Zhuang Yi, stretched out his hand to rub his head, and calmly went to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Zhuang Yi stood there for a full minute before the temperature on his face gradually dropped.

After washing up, the two of them still wore yesterday's sportswear, went down to pay the bill, made a detour to buy pancakes and soy milk, and then drove to City A.

This pancake was also eaten by Zhuang Yi when he was in school, and the old pancake was sandwiched. Zhuang Yi held the pancake and gnawed it, and there was a smell of pancakes in the car.

It would have been a long time ago to change someone. Li Qinghai was quite happy eating pancakes while driving.

Although it was sunny today, the road was still bumpy and difficult to walk. It was already noon when we drove back to city A. Li Qinghai ignored the reception of the branch and led Zhuang Yi to a barbecue stand that they used to frequent.

The owner of the barbecue stall knew them both, and insisted that the meal was free. The two ordered a table of skewers. After eating, Li Qinghai quietly pressed 200 yuan on the table.

Then after going out, they saw that their car parked at the entrance of the alley was posted.

A roadside barbecue cost 300 yuan, Li Qinghai tore up the ticket, and took Zhuang Yi back to the hotel. The two of them were sleepy all morning, so they planned to take a nap before returning to City B

In recent years, Li Qinghai couldn't sleep at night, let alone during the day. He wanted to stay with Zhuang Yi for a while and leave when he woke up, but he didn't expect to fall asleep in a daze.

The two woke up at four o'clock in the afternoon. One was more dizzy than the other, and his voice was as hoarse as iron scraping. After realizing it was raining and taking a cold shower yesterday, the two had caught a cold. , together.

Li Qinghai asked the driver to drive the car. The two of them took cold medicine and returned to City B drowsily in the back seat of the car. They went home and slept for a day. The next day, Zhuang Yi returned to the film crew and he went to the company. each job.

After Zhuang Yi returned to the crew, he was notified that the script had been revised.

"Brother Zhuang, take a look." Liu Han handed him the new script, "Qingyi's ending has been changed, it's okay, it's okay, there is no need to reshoot the previous ones."

Zhuang Yi took the script and flipped through it while walking, and saw that Qing Yi's ending was completely changed later.

Previously, the script followed the ending of the novel, Qing Yi was finally betrayed by the real Yu Ling, died, and was swallowed up by the evil spirits under the demonic abyss.

The new ending was changed to that he finally couldn't let go of the good thoughts in his heart, blocked the attack of the evil spirits for the common people, fell into the devil's abyss and lost his cultivation, but unexpectedly survived. Travel around the world and become a generation of Sanxian passed down by word of mouth in the world.

The endings of the others basically remained unchanged, only Qing Yi changed a completely different ending.

Zhuang Yi held the script but was a little worried: "Has the scriptwriter discussed with the director about changing it like this? Can fans of the original work buy it?"

Film and television adaptations have always been tightrope, because a large number of fans of the original works have contributed to the big IP, but they also have extremely high requirements. No matter how good the adaptation is, it will be mixed.

The original novel, Qing Yi, has many fans, but isn't the screenwriter really afraid of being scolded if he hastily changed the ending?

Liu Han said in surprise: "Brother Zhuang, don't you know? The screenwriter is the team of the original author's own studio, and the author made the revision this time."

Zhuang Yi was taken aback: "The author changed the plot himself?"

"Yeah," Liu Han blinked, "Maybe she also thinks Qingyi's ending is too tragic."

Zhuang Yi felt that he had missed the point, and asked her: "Is the author of the original book also on the set?"

Liu Han nodded, "I also heard about it later, the author also went on the day of your audition."

Zhuang Yi thought for a while and asked, "Is that the girl with black-rimmed glasses?"

Liu Han was about to speak, when a production manager over there ran over and said, "Mr. Zhuang, the director invites you to come over."

Zhuang Yi followed into a room in the small building, and saw that the director and several leading actors were there, as was the girl wearing black-rimmed glasses.

Chen Ming clapped his hands, "Everyone is here, today I mainly go through the revision of the script, let's see if there are any problems?"

The script modification department is mainly for Zhuang Yi's scenes, and other people made some corresponding adjustments. Zhuang Yi took out the script, and several people put together the new ending together, and made revisions where it was not smooth.

This change was changed to night, and after all the unsatisfactory things were corrected, several leading actors got up and left one after another.

Zhuang Yi moved a step slower, the girl hesitated for a while, walked over and said: "Zhuang Yi, if you have any suggestions for revision of the script, you can come to me."

Chen Ming added later: "In order not to affect the progress of the filming, Zhizhi spent half a month revising all the scripts, it took a lot of trouble."

"Thank you." Zhuang Yi put away the script, looked at her, and called out tentatively, "He Zhizhi?"

"Ah," the girl obviously didn't expect him to call her name, the expression on her face instantly became awkward, her two hands were uneasily grabbing the corner of her clothes, "Zhuang Yi, you, you still remember me?"

"Of course I remember," Zhuang Yi paused, and smiled at her, "Actually, I thought you looked familiar the day of the audition."

Under his smile, He Zhizhi calmed down a little. She scratched the palm of her left hand with the nails of her right hand and said with a smile: "I also recognized you on the day of the audition, you are much more handsome than when you were a child."

Seeing that they were old acquaintances, Chen Ming took the rest of the people out and left the house to the two of them.

The two chatted for a while, and He Zhizhi pinched the little finger of his left hand and whispered, "Zhuang Yi... Actually, I've always wanted to say sorry to you."

When they were at the same table in junior high school, Sun Wei took away Zhuang Yi's diary in front of her.

She felt that Sun Wei did something wrong, but she didn't speak at that time.

Then she didn't realize the seriousness of the matter until Sun Wei read the contents of the diary aloud on the podium.

He Zhizhi thought about it more than once later, if she could stop it, because she is a girl, Sun Wei would not insist on taking the diary away, and when Zhuang Yi came back, she would secretly tell Zhuang Yi to hide the diary and not give it to him again. If Sun Wei finds it, there will be no future.

At that time, the whole class looked down on Zhuang Yi, but He Zhizhi knew that Zhuang Yi was a very good boy, he would give her lectures, help her clean up, and never bullied her.

But rumors slandered him like a knife. He Zhizhi lay on the desk every day, watching the discrimination of his classmates ruin him day by day.

Even so, Zhuang Yi was still gentle towards her. Zhuang Yi took the initiative to keep a distance from her and stopped talking to her, but he would secretly assign his homework to her. The solution steps written on it were quietly handed to her.

Later, Zhuang Yi started skipping classes, and often listened to MP3 with earphones in class. Later, Zhuang Yi transferred to another school and left. She changed several deskmates, but she never met such a warm boy again.

He Zhizhi started writing novels in high school and became a signed author in college. She wrote Zhuang Yi from her memory into the novel and named it Qing Yi.

This "Falling Devil" has become her best book so far, occupying the gold list on the front page for half a year, and its popularity remains high.

No one knows that the initial impetus for her to write this book is neither the heroine nor the hero, but the young man named Qingyi.

He Zhizhi's lips twitched, she had too many words to say, they rushed up and squeezed into her throat, no one would let anyone else, so she couldn't utter a word, her face was flushed with anxiety.

At this time, Zhuang Yi first smiled at her and said, "It's okay."

He Zhizhi seemed to be that 14-year-old girl again in front of her old deskmate, with thick glasses and pimples all over her face. She blushed with shame when a boy laughed at her; but her deskmate patiently gave her Lecture questions, lent her his own tape before the exam, he smiled at her, she felt warm.

He Zhizhi's fingers were tightly twisted together, and her nails were pinching the whitish knuckles.

Zhuang Yi thought for a while, "Long time no see, can I treat you to dinner tonight?"

He naturally skipped the topic of apology.

He Zhizhi was silent for a moment, then smiled, "Okay."

作者有话要说：庄奕真的是个很温和的小孩儿啊，哭哭~感谢在2020-07-3116:19:54~2020-08-0316:16:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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