Travels

The first night was still lingering, but the next day the other person had disappeared. Xia Wanmu sat up from the messy bed and sighed at the empty bed next to him.

It's too busy anyway... It's not conducive to cultivating relationships.

Although she thought this way with a bit of complaint, but after recalling what happened last night, she pursed her lips and couldn't help smiling with her eyes narrowed.

There were two beeps from outside the door. Miss Ji lowered her voice and knocked on the door while asking, "Has Miss Xia woke up? It's going to be cold if you don't eat breakfast."

As if someone had discovered the secret, Xia Wanmu coughed twice uncomfortably, put on his clothes and got out of bed to open the door.

The breakfast in the country has a sense of simplicity and grandeur. I don’t know if Yu Qingge specially ordered it. The noodle soup served by the woman has a yellow base, and the big pieces of chicken are so full that it almost leaks from the side of the bowl. down.The hostess and hostess were probably a little embarrassed by the confrontation last night, so they greeted each other and went out to eat with a bowl, while Hei Pi and his younger brother sat on the small square table and gorged themselves, eating up the meat and drinking the soup in two or three bites , only the bare noodles are left lonely at the bottom of the bowl.

The rich aroma of chicken soup filled the whole room. Xia Wanmu stretched out his chopsticks and poked at the chicken thighs that had been chopped into small pieces. He couldn't help laughing at the two children who were staring at them.

"When did your aunt leave?"

"Thank you, sister." Heipi thanked her very politely first, shared half of the meat she brought with his younger brother, and then replied vaguely while eating: "It seems to be six o'clock, and the cartoon just started. A little bit."

Xia Wanmu nodded, and picked up the lumps of noodles. As soon as he raised the chopsticks to his mouth, he saw the resentful and yearning eyes of the young lady opposite.

"What are you doing?" She is in a happy mood today, she is happy to see everything, even the two huge dark circles on Miss Ji's face are very cute.

"Sister Xia doesn't like meat?" A bit of flattery could be heard in the tentative voice.

Xia Wanmu glanced at the chicken bones piled up beside the table and bowl, and raised his eyebrows.

"I...have been tightened recently." Ji Mingzhao scratched his face in embarrassment, his twinkling eyes quickly lit up with her movements, "Thank you! You are so kind..."

The following words were quickly replaced by the sound of chewing. The eldest lady bit the meat and asked half-heartedly: "When are you leaving? My sister Yu Yu has asked someone to help tow it to repair it. It is estimated that it will be sent back in the afternoon. If we leave at that time , I can go back at twelve o’clock tonight.”

Xia Wanmu hesitated for a while, and didn't answer her right away, but just stirred the noodles in the bowl and thought quietly.In this short period of time, Hei Pi next to her had almost finished eating. He looked at her once and then again with dark eyes, holding back until he blushed before he timidly said, "Sister, why don't you go? Stay for two more days. "

She was still in a daze, but Ji Mingzhao burst out laughing.

"Little boy, are you so reluctant to leave your beautiful sister?"

The little boy shook his head with a blushing face, puffed his cheeks, and looked very dissatisfied.

"no!"

The eyes of the short sister were too annoying, he stared straight, trying not to look at the charming smiling face of the beautiful sister, and said in a very aggressive tone: "My aunt said that I want my father to treat me well, it doesn't matter if I stay for a few days!" His The voice gradually sank, and I began to realize that what I was going to say next was not much better than the so-called "I am reluctant to let my beautiful sister go", "Mom usually cooks, and Dad cooks better... He called today and made an appointment Alright, let's go kill the cow."

"My sister is gone, and I won't be able to eat until the Chinese New Year, and I don't want to eat what my mother made." He spoke more and more slowly, and his head gradually lowered, "Daddy can make braised beef bones, which are delicious. "

Xia Wanmu quietly looked at the little boy with drooping head and red face, his thoughts gradually drifted away, and then ran to that person who didn't know where he was going.Outside was the scenery that my sweetheart had seen for more than ten years. Thinking of this, a corner of her heart felt warm. She stretched out her hand and rubbed the prickly cropped hair twice, and readily agreed.

"Okay, stay for two more days before leaving, but you want to tell me more about your aunt, okay?"

Hei Pi's eyes widened in surprise, and he replied loudly.

The pace of life in the countryside is very slow, she nestled in Yu Qingge's room all day long, full of joy like a little mouse getting into a treasure chest, never letting go of every corner and every detail.Those obsolete little objects did not lose their appeal due to the passage of age, they were tied to the image of a strange gourd in a certain time and space, rare and cherished, but made her feel more valuable.But the good time full of satisfaction and surprise passed quickly, until the production crew went through twists and turns and restarted the machine, and it was no longer possible to delay, so she reluctantly dragged the young lady on her way home.

There is nothing new about the strict filming life, but there have been some changes in the relationship with people outside the film.First of all, she hasn't seen Menhulu again in half a month since that night, and the only contact is only intermittent online chat.Yu Qingge was too busy, perhaps because of the upcoming Chinese New Year, and recently she was too busy to see anyone—anyway, this is how she explained to herself.

The second is that the girl from Yu Qingge's studio, who is said to be popular among singers, has changed from her lukewarm attitude before, and she seems to be a different person, sticking to her like a gummy candy. Unable to parry.For example, right now, she has just left the stage, and before she can change out of the complicated palace attire, she sees the little girl move over from her own piece of ground, and stand on the periphery of the crowd with the script in her hand, watching her steadily.

The look in the eyes is hesitant to talk, it is the true biography of the boring gourd.

The little girl had already lumbered over to her side. With the help of her little assistant, she sat down on the recliner and took a few sips slowly from the thermos.Liu Xiaocui has always been a person who doesn't know how to judge the atmosphere by face. When she saw someone approaching, she raised her smiling face and said loudly in front of her: "Sister Xiaoyue, the little cake you sent yesterday is delicious, thank you! Come again today Looking for Sister Xia to talk about drama? Come and sit down, I'll buy you coffee."

The hot-tempered girl quickly ran away, Xia Wanmu sighed faintly, and turned to look at the little girl who was standing still, with a bit of helplessness in her tone.

"If you don't know where, you should go to the director. Although I am older than you, I am no different from a novice in filming."

Those eyes, which were as clear and moist as black grapes, looked at her seriously. They looked harmless at first, but they always made her feel a little bit hostile.

"Is my sister bothering me?"

She was sure that it wasn't an illusion, and after thinking about it, she could only attribute it to the child's unjust indignation for the person she yearned for - just like those fanatical fans of Yu Qingge on the Internet, who went shirtless all day and scolded her for blood-sucking, regardless of whether it was true or not.

"No." She shook her head, blew on the white steam from the cup, her tone was calm, "I just want to tell you that there is no need to waste time and energy because of me, it's not worth it."

Lin Yue remained silent, stretched out her hand and pulled the folding chair beside her, holding the script without moving, just sat quietly with her.

Feeling that there was something wrong with this person than a few days ago, she squinted at the corner of a small book exposed behind the script, and her doubts deepened again.

"It's worth it." The little girl said, "If you don't even do some things, how do you know if it's worth it?"

The pretentious words came out of nowhere, Xia Wanmu choked a sip of water into his throat, coughed violently, his eyes were red, and there were rational tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Sister Xia, what do you think?"

"……what?"

She managed to stop coughing, took out a tissue and asked doubtfully while wiping away her tears.Lin Yue looked at her embarrassed look with cold eyes, thoughtful, with a calmness that did not match her age.

"If you have done one thing wrong, will you choose to make up for it by continuing to make mistakes to the end?"

Xia Wanmu pinched the tissue and couldn't turn her head: "What are you talking about?"

Lin Yue watched as she remained silent, and slowly stroked the script in her arms, her fingertips moved back slowly, poking at the corner of the hard-shell notebook and pressing down forcefully, as if she wanted to use this pain to make a decision.

"Sister Yu is very important to you, isn't it? Did you come back because of her? Otherwise, you would have married that university teacher long ago?"

Xia Wanmu's pupils shrank suddenly, and the back of his head was throbbing. His whole figure was like being splashed with ice water, and he immediately stood up from the reclining chair.

"Who told you?!"

The thermos cup fell to the ground, and the dark water stains wet the frozen hard ground under the feet.In the open space not far from here, there were swords, lights and swords, all eyes were focused on the center of the field, and no one paid attention to the imminent conflict here.

Lin Yue also stood up slowly, as if she had finally made up her mind, pulled out the things hidden behind the script, and handed them to her.

It wasn't the book she thought it was at all, but a dark blue hard-shell notebook, about as thick as a one-yuan coin, the corners of the exposed pages were yellowish from the age, and a little ink was leaking inside.

"You know she has a habit of keeping a diary?"

The author has something to say: try to finish it before Christmas