It's about to collapse

"Father Buddha made such a change, it seems to be more real than my original plot." The screenwriter team is communicating, although they are professionally responsible for writing the script, but sometimes looking for inspiration from the performance of the actors is also a part of progress. Great way.

"Yeah, originally I wanted to talk about autism caused by bad family relationships." The second editor raised the script in his hand, "This way, the plot will be more mellow if you change it, otherwise you will jump from family affection to love all at once. The bridge section is still a bit blunt."

"There is no problem with the plot, but the token I originally set was a badge. Why did the Buddha suddenly want to change it into a handkerchief?" The screenwriter still didn't understand, "Did you ask the Buddha?"

She was taken aback after asking, realizing that she had asked a stupid question.Who has the guts to ask Buddha why?

"Probably Buddha thinks it's easy to get it?" The artist came over to join in the fun, "When Buddha got the badge props, he weighed them twice and returned them to the props team. He asked the scene manager for a pack of tissues, right?"

"Yes, but Buddha asked about the brand of tissue paper!" The girl in charge nodded quickly, "I said that I brought two packs of 'Qingfeng', and my sister next to me had a pack of 'Magnolia'. We both showed it to Buddha. He took 'Magnolia'."

"Well, that shouldn't be a token chosen randomly. I think they will use it in the plot they changed. Let's wait and see." The screenwriter didn't care too much. They made minor revisions to the script and gave a lot of room for free play.

Although Yao Ye had doubts at first, but after hearing Mu Jin's words, he happily accepted the change.

No matter how she looks at it now, she thinks that Mu Jin is extremely cute, not at all like the cold and heartless she heard, so she cooperates with him in the performance with some prying thoughts.

She had been doing it step by step for so long, and the distance between the two of them was getting closer and closer, and finally she was able to ask some more intimate questions.This time was the crucial step. She smiled softly and asked, "Wei Shu, I see you bring a new pack of tissues every time you come, but I haven't seen you use them."

She noticed that Wei Shu froze for a moment, and his whole body became tense.But this kind of tension is not the tension of being invaded, but another kind, more like the tension of being cautious.

After waiting for so long, Ling Ke felt a little clear.She said persuasively: "I also like this brand of tissue paper, it smells very good."

Wei Shu held the pack of tissue paper in both hands, rubbed his thumbs lightly on the face, looked up at the doctor for a long time, and said without thinking, "There is only one pack."

Ling Ke froze for a moment, then asked, "Do you bring the same bag every time?"

Wei Shu nodded, as if he had said something important, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Ling Ke was amused. After so long, she occasionally teased Wei Shu to make Wei Shu more relaxed.This time, he habitually teased: "Such a treasure? They don't even want to use it. Could it be someone who likes it?"

Unexpectedly, Wei Shu blushed.

She muttered for a while, the fingers of her hands were almost entangled, and they were faintly white, before she nodded.

Before Ling Ke could react, she nodded her head again and said, "Yes, I will give it to the person I like."

The bullet screen is full of words such as "pure love" and "first love", and everyone is lamenting the simplicity and beauty of this relationship.It is this beautiful and pure love that makes this girl who is addicted to her closed self willing to open her heart to a psychopath.

And her purpose of getting out of the predicament is for the boy she loves who gave her tissues.

She didn't want the boy to be excluded by her again, she wanted the boy to enter her heart.

She also wanted to muster up the courage to go to him.

"It was given by someone I like." A simple sentence made Xin Yi's chest sore and swollen.

After that time, he still sat by the side of the flower bed unshakably, from when the sun went down and the sky was dark and yellow, until night fell.

This short hour every day became his most comfortable time, and he began to look forward to rain, or any bad weather.Don't be disappointed if you don't expect it, because the anticipation and waiting that you might see, although exhausting, is also very charming.

Like looking forward to a jackpot that will drop one day, every moment is filled with joyful emotions.

In fact, he saw the young master more and more.

Most of the time, the young master would pass by and have dinner at the restaurant in front of the school.And always alone.

Just like him, he is also a person.

After eating, the young master stood quietly under the tree on the opposite road, staring at Xin Yi in a daze.

Xin Yi also looked at him.

They never said a word, and some were just an exchange of giving umbrellas.But they seem to have known each other for a long time, just looking at each other like this, it seems that they can understand what the other is talking about.

They are all alone, but neither intends to take that step.

Afraid of being alone, but even more afraid of being hurt.So such a long-distance companionship couldn't be better.

The sun is very bright today, the young master is in a good mood, he seems to like sunny days.

Today is the day to go home, the young master is not very happy, his walking speed is two-thirds slower than usual.

Today, while the young master was standing outside the restaurant, he answered a phone call.He looked extremely sad, held back for a long time, raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes.

He cried.

Xin Yi couldn't see the young master's expression, but his heart was tangled up.He saw that the other party couldn't wipe away his tears, but fortunately he let it flow all over his face, and stood up helplessly.

He looked around, probably because his eyes were too obvious asking for help, a few girls who had been paying attention to him ran over and asked, "Brother, do you want to help?"

Only then did he realize that he hadn't spoken for a long, long time.

He wanted to retreat, but when he turned his head, he saw that the young master was still looking in this direction, and the sadness overflowed from his body, almost engulfing him.

He swallowed, his voice hoarse: "Is there... tissue?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Which one do you want, brother?" The girls all wore tissues, and he put them in various styles for him to choose.

Xin Yi paused and saw that the packaging of one of them was very similar to the small white umbrella covered with vines.

He picked it out and said, "Thank you."

Then, without waiting for the girls' response, he turned around and walked out of the school gate.

He walked quickly, and he paused the moment he stepped out of the school gate, and then forced himself to go out again.A feeling of stepping out of the safe range rose from the soles of his feet, almost freezing him.But the young master's face getting closer and closer, and the teardrops on his face, made his cold hands and feet regain consciousness.

He stepped forward a few steps, stuffed the tissue into the opponent's hand and left, not daring to take another look.

The heart beat almost stopped.

For the first time, he didn't look at the young master's expression, so he didn't know that the young master suddenly raised his hand and wiped away his tears fiercely on his sleeve.He sniffed lightly, looked at the back that was running faster and further away, and clenched the things in his hands.

The first thing someone gives you.

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Magnolia is a kind of magnolia.