Twelve points of secret love for gl

Mi Xingwei lived in Tang Yi'an's villa for four or five days. In the past few days, Mi Xingwei was picked up by Tang Yi'an to and from school every day, and even sent her to the classroom two days ago, causing her classmates to flirt with her eyes.

Mi Xingwei felt embarrassed, but Tang Yian was very considerate, and even took the initiative to say hello to her classmates in front, back, left, and right, and asked people to take care of them. .

Four or five days later, she had no problem walking with her feet, but she could not move too much.Most of the swelling on the ankle has subsided, but the black and blue bruises look worse than before, but it doesn't hurt if you don't press it with your hands, which means it looks a bit scary, and walking with shoes is no problem.

Today is Friday, Mi Xingwei got up early and went downstairs, saw Tang Yian outside the door, said: "You don't have to see me off today, I..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a car passing by outside the gate of the courtyard. Mi Xingwei was stunned. It was Zhang Yan's car.

Sure enough, when the car drove to the door, Zhang Yan got out of the car, wearing a pair of sunglasses, dressed very solemnly, a small dark blue striped suit, stepped on a stiletto heel, and walked over twisting her waist.

"Little Weiwei, let's go."

Standing by the door, Tang Yi'an heard the voice, frowned, turned around and saw her, her hair was always curly before, but today it was straightened, Tang Yi'an was stunned for a moment, then regained his expression, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Zhang Yan tickled the bangs in front of her forehead with her finger, and said, "I accepted a charity film for Xiao Weiwei. Although I don't have money, it's a good idea, and it's still broadcast on the mainstream media platforms."

Public welfare films of mainstream media have always been a sought-after resource. Although they are public welfare films, they are superior to their mainstream media. Being able to appear in this kind of film generally means that artists and actors are respected by the mainstream, which is very helpful for future development. , and the degree of spread influence is also incomparable with ordinary meteors.

Tang Yi'an was also startled, and raised his eyebrows to look at her: "How did you get it?"

Zhang Yan glanced at her and said, "Don't worry about it, anyway, I have connections." After speaking, she turned to Mi Xingwei next to her and asked, "How is it? What time does class end today?"

Mi Xingwei said blankly, "Twelve o'clock in the morning."

"Then let's go." Zhang Yan reached out to pick up the schoolbag on her shoulder, turned around and walked towards the door.

Mi Xingwei glanced at Tang Yian subconsciously, and said tentatively, "I'm leaving."

Tang Yi'an frowned, raised his heels, and asked Zhang Yan: "Didn't you say twelve o'clock, why are you here so early?"

Zhang Yan stood by the car door, turned around to look at her with her chest folded, and said with a sense of reason: "I want to tell her about the arrangements for the new stage, the announcement after twelve o'clock, etc. Notes for waiting. Excuse me, why are you standing still and asking such nonsense if you haven’t been to the company at this time? I remember, you still have more than a dozen meetings this week. Monday afternoon, all departments are waiting You do the quarterly summary, where did you go?"

Monday afternoon?

Mi Xingwei blinked her eyes, and suddenly remembered, wasn't that the day she sprained her ankle?

It turned out that Tang Yi'an still had something to do at the company that day, and she actually let her stay at home for an afternoon, and even made her hand-rolled noodles...

Tang Yi'an stared at the person in front of him with closed eyes, it was probably the first time he was bullied by Zhang Yan, and there was no room for retaliation.

She pursed her thin lips and said lightly, "Her foot injury is still not healed."

Zhang Yan frowned, hooked down the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, turned to look at Mi Xingwei, and asked, "Can you walk?"

Mi Xingwei's spine shivered after being stared at by her, and without thinking about it, she blurted out: "Yes!" After speaking, she quickly picked up the schoolbag hooked by Zhang Yan's wrist with both hands, and held it in her arms.

"Ah Wei..." Seeing that she was about to get into Zhang Yan's car, Tang Yi'an subconsciously took two steps forward and called out.

Mi Xingwei was sitting in the co-pilot, with her head sticking out of the window, and also yelled miserably: "Little Tangtang, when I get rich, I will definitely come back to find you."

Zhang Yan looked at the two who were throwing dog food expressionlessly, rolled up the car window mercilessly, and said, "Okay, stop acting, you will be acting later."

The car drove away, Tang Yi'an looked at the leaving car, the atmosphere should be sad, but remembering Mi Xingwei's words just now, he suddenly pursed his lips and laughed.

She lowered her eyes and murmured in a low voice: "Little Tangtang..."

In the car, Mi Xingwei sat on the co-pilot with her schoolbag in her arms, her eyes unblinking, and she didn't know what she was thinking.Zhang Yan glanced at her and said casually, "Are you serious?"

Mi Xingwei understood what she meant, nodded, and said, "So, I want to get better, and get better."

Only in this way can he be worthy of the outstanding Tang Yi'an.

Two-way love is never paid by one person.

She wants to become better and better.

Zhang Yan pursed her lips, "The new stage of the itinerary has been printed out for you. You can take a rough look at it later."

Mi Xingwei turned her head and saw a document, and reached out to take it over to look at it. It was a script.

Zhang Yan: "This is a public welfare promotional film of the Republic of China called "Acacia Red Bean". It is different from the fragmented structure of general promotional films. This one is usually longer and focuses on stories. It also has a complete story line. It is used for Promoting traditional culture."

Mi Xingwei flipped through it, and saw that the first page of the script had an introduction to the general outline.This is a story about lovesickness. In the period of the Republic of China, there was a tofu shop family with a gentle daughter named Yuyan.

When Yuyan was 19 years old, she became famous far and wide, and the people who came to her every day would even break the threshold.Later, Yuyan's parents told her about her husband's family, who treated her very well at first, but gradually passed a year, three years, five years... the days seemed to go on so smoothly, and then suddenly there was One day, her husband, who was on a business trip, encountered a natural disaster and died in a flood. Since then, Yuyan has become a widow.

The story unfolds from here. When she was young, Yuyan had an unknown love affair. That person was a girl, the daughter of an educated youth from the city who went to the countryside. They were the same age and grew up together.

The girl's love is ignorant, hidden in the heart like a layer of tulle, and no one knows it. When she was 14 years old, Yuyan's mother noticed it and severely criticized her, thinking that such a relationship was deformed and abnormal.At that time, the folk customs were conservative, and such a love, even if the predecessors had a story, but in that era, it was still strangled in the cradle.

Afterwards, the educated youth's family returned to their ancestral home, and the two girls completely lost contact.

It's been ten years, Yuyan seems to have almost forgotten what that girl looks like, let alone her name, she only vaguely remembers, often calling her Hongdou.

It was a cloudy and rainy day, and Yuyan's husband had just passed the first seven days. At the clan's funeral, Yuyan saw Hongdou again.

The memory of the past is like a seed buried in the dust for many years that suddenly took root, sprouted, and spread from the bottom of my heart.Yuyan and Hongdou met again, Hongdou got married and had a child, Yuyan and Hongdou met again, except for those ridiculous memories, there was nothing left.

Including love.

People's impulses and thoughts tend to fade slowly over time, like rocks with edges and corners, even if they are as warm as water, they can be smoothed.The same is true for feelings. Maybe ten years of firewood, rice, oil and salt will make everything forget.

It is no longer possible, and the world's rumors and prejudices have already doomed all of this.

Yuyan wore a wide filial piety hat, and saw Hongdou at a glance in the crowd across the crowd.After ten years of time, the two of them looked at each other with a blank smile, and neither of them said anything, not even the simplest and most intimate greetings, just met like this.

Many years later, when Yuyan's face was gone and her hair was graying, she suddenly received a letter.The outer skin of the envelope was yellow and mottled, and it looked like a letter written many years ago.

There were three red beans in the envelope, and a letter in unfamiliar handwriting.

As the letters unfold, the truth of a past event unfolds.

In this love, at the beginning it was not a compromise between the two sides. In fact, Hongdou had also fought for it and paid a lot.

Hongdou's parents are enlightened. On Yuyan's wedding day, Hongdou went to that family's house. There were yellow lights and red candles, and the sound of gongs and drums. The whole street was full of excitement.Standing in the crowd, she watched Yuyan pass by on a high horse, maybe she was destined to miss that one and only chance, after all, Hongdou didn't have the courage to step forward.

Later, Hongdou was found to be suffering from tuberculosis. For five years, she was barely able to survive. Every day was filled with pain and suffering, bowl after bowl of medicine dregs... When she finally couldn't bear it, she went to see Yu. Yan.

Not married, and not having children, everything presented in front of Yuyan is an illusion.

The only real thing is endless thoughts.

It was also Hongdou's last days, before she left, she didn't say anything, the worldly prejudice did not allow her to do so, because it would bring rumors and troubles to Yuyan.

On a dark night with green lights, Hongdou left.

On the table beside the table, there were only three red beans left.

It turned out that it was not her husband and children beside Hongdou at the funeral, but a distant cousin and nephew.And this letter was sent by that child many years later.

The story ends here.

Mi Xingwei took a deep breath, feeling a kind of sighing sadness, deeply pierced into the bottom of her heart.

"How could it be like this?" Mi Xingwei murmured softly.After reading the whole story, she suddenly felt sad. She thought it was just a drama about idiotic men complaining about women, but who knew it was so regrettable.

Zhang Yan was driving the car, holding the steering wheel in her hand, looking ahead, and said lightly, "Maybe sometimes love is just a kind of lovesickness. Thinking, thinking, it doesn't have to be together, it's just a hatchback. The story is set in [-]. At that time, the feelings were obscure and reserved. In fact, it is the most beautiful way to express them with red beans. Red beans are brave, braver than many people."

Mi Xingwei stared down at the script in her hand, and thought for a long time. She seemed to be able to imagine the scene, she pursed her lips and said, "Yes, when will a girl's love be recognized?"

Love has nothing to do with people, things, or gender, it's just an ordinary and sincere emotion.It does not need to be framed or defined, it is as precious and equal as family and friendship.

There was a long silence in the car, and no one spoke, as if this was an unsolvable problem.

After a long time, Zhang Yan said lightly, "It's coming soon."