[Entertainment circle] The starlight in the pen is not as good as you

Gu Zhanqiao was drunk until she was slightly drunk, but she was not drunk after all. After returning to the hotel, she just lay down on the bed when she suddenly remembered something, looked at Mo Tongtong and said, "Tongtong, have you never been drunk?"

Mo Tongtong was slightly taken aback, and thought about it for a while: "I have never drunk."

Gu Zhanqiao seemed to have discovered some new world, and approached Mo Tongtong excitedly, and said, "Why, are you allergic to alcohol?"

Mo Tongtong shook her head: "...No."

Because she didn't think about it, Mo Tongtong thought about it, and found that she probably just hated the smell of alcohol at first, so she naturally put an end to all alcohol products, and later it became a habit.

It's probably because she doesn't attend any banquets—even if she does, she always keeps a straight face and doesn't speak, so no one else will come to drink her, and she won't even say hello.

Until today, Gu Zhanqiao excitedly took a bottle of red wine out of the hotel cabinet and said, "Would you like to drink some?"

Although it's not very clear, but Mo Tongtong somehow found that Gu Zhanqiao was not an alcoholic, and he liked it a little bit.

Just like now, she bit her lip lightly and leaned the mouth of the red wine bottle to her cheek, showing a look of eagerness from the bottom of her eyes.

Mo Tongtong was not resisting, but just felt that it was unnecessary.

She said: "Go to bed quickly, you won't rest tomorrow."

With a hint of alcohol, Gu Zhanqiao rubbed Mo Tongtong's shoulder coquettishly: "Just drink a little with me, are you the kind of person who gets drunk when you drink?"

"...not this question."

"That's right, you've never drunk, and you don't even know how much you drink." Gu Zhanqiao showed a regretful look, "If you don't even know what it's like to be drunk, it's really a pity."

Mo Tongtong: "..."

Mo Tongtong really didn't think this could rise to the level of regret.

But she was flustered by Gu Zhanqiao's actions and expression, and she always felt a sense of guilt for not doing what she said. After thinking about it, she finally thought of an excuse to change the subject.

"Jojo, you haven't seen the gift I'm going to give you, have you?"

Gu Zhanqiao was confused: "Isn't the gift the surprise just now?"

"...Ah, that can be counted."

The two looked at each other and fell into a brief silence.

Then Gu Zhanqiao's eyes were full of joy, and he said with bright eyes: "That means, I still have a gift?"

Mo Tongtong nodded slowly, leaned over to the bedside table, opened the drawer and took out a beautifully packaged box.

She was still a little uncomfortable when handing out the gift, so she rarely added some excuses by the way: "...I don't know what you will like, but since it's our first birthday together, you might like something special A little something."

Gu Zhanqiao turned a deaf ear to it, and first unwrapped the gift wrapped in bow and ribbon.

The packaging is obviously beautifully designed, and Gu Zhanqiao has the urge to tear it apart for a moment.

But soon, curiosity about the opposite's gift trumps everything.

She tore off the wrapping paper, opened the box with line drawings, and saw a book.

It may not be suitable to say that it is a book, because Gu Zhanqiao sees all paper book-like objects as books, but to be precise, this is a well-preserved notebook.

The cover is leather, tied with a cowhide rope.

Gu Zhanqiao first looked up at Mo Tongtong, seeing Mo Tongtong looking at her hand, she seemed very embarrassed, so she didn't talk to Mo Tongtong first, but opened the book first.

Inside is loose-leaf white paper, and the first sentence is——

May 1 xxxx

Gu Zhanqiao slammed the page shut in the next second, and grabbed Mo Tongtong's hand in shock.

Mo Tongtong finally explained: "This is the diary I started writing when I was 12 years old. I... I just think... there are some things you want to know."

Gu Zhanqiao spoke slowly, feeling a little dazed for a moment: "I would like to know...but this is really straightforward."

Mo Tongtong still had some words to say.

What she thought at the time was that since Gu Zhanqiao would not be missing in her future life, she might as well let Gu Zhanqiao walk into her past.

There are some things that she doesn't want to bring up again, and she doesn't know where to bring them up, but maybe Gu Zhanqiao still wants to know.

Gu Zhanqiao lowered her head and flipped through the notebook under the dim light, looking at the delicate and familiar handwriting inside, she turned to the last page and said, "This is only one year."

"...I thought you didn't necessarily read so many words in a year."

Such direct ridicule, even though it was the truth and it came from a lover, still made Gu Zhanqiao pouted and rolled her eyes: "I read a lot of words in the script this time, okay—seriously speaking, there are indeed diaries of other age groups huh?"

Of course there is.

Mo Tongtong is used to keeping the diary directly in her mind, and then storing it in the library in her mind year by year.

Because this is similar to recalling what happened today before going to bed every night, so there are basically no missing days.

But this also means that if she wants to materialize the diary in her head, she needs to make a copy of it herself.

These days, she found that she had copied the one when she was 12 years old, which was the one that Gu Zhanqiao had.

She was thinking about how to explain that she needed time to complete these tasks, Gu Zhanqiao said: "Then every year on my birthday, I will designate a diary, okay?"

She looked at Mo Tongtong with anticipation and retreat.

Before Mo Tongtong could answer, she had retreated: "Is this request too much? In fact, I know that even between lovers..."

"Okay." Mo Tongtong nodded.

Looking at Gu Zhanqiao, she felt soft in her heart, and felt that she could trust her completely and tell her everything.

When Gu Zhanqiao heard the answer, she first raised her head in surprise, and then, an overjoyed smile appeared on her face inch by inch.

She wanted to hug Mo Tongtong, but when she raised her hand, she felt the weight on her hand, and she turned her head slightly to see the red wine in her hand, and raised her hand and shouted: "I'm so happy, let's drink and celebrate!"

Mo Tongtong: "..."

Although the atmosphere is good, it seems that the transfer of the subject has failed.

Mo Tongtong watched Gu Zhanqiao open the wine bottle excitedly, found two goblets from the cabinet, poured some into each, and handed them to her.

The red wine is bright and ghostly under the light, bringing a wonderful charm.

Gu Zhanqiao's cheeks were slightly flushed, and the eyes that looked at Mo Tongtong seemed to be glistening with water.

She knew she wasn't drunk, but joy was like rum, and it could make her faint like a dream.

At this moment, she hoped that Mo Tongtong was as happy as she was.

First tap the wine glass lightly, taste and sip slightly; then the arms are wrapped around and the body is pressed together.

The wine slipped into the throat, first bitter, then sweet, unknowingly, even the alcohol in the air seems to have a sweet fragrance.

Mo Tongtong lowered her head slightly, and touched her moist red lips that smelled of wine...

……

The next morning, Lu Sanbao looked at Gu Zhanqiao's tired but full face/spring breeze and understood it, and discussed with Chang Weiying to move Gu Zhanqiao's role to the afternoon.

The filming is gradually getting on the right track. When the spring is warm and the swallows are returning and the flowers are red and the leaves are green, the crew is going to change locations to shoot other scenes.

Because there is a sanatorium where the heroine recuperates in the play, I can't find a suitable place near that seaside town.

In the end, Gu Zhanqiao looked at the script and said, "Tongtong, isn't the nursing home we went to that day very suitable?"

Mo Tongtong was noncommittal, but thought in her heart, of course it is suitable. If others can know her past, most of them will probably be able to guess it. That is the prototype.

Lu Sanbao curiously asked about the nursing home that Gu Zhanqiao was talking about. Gu Zhanqiao roughly described it. Lu Sanbao slapped his thigh and said happily, "This is it."

Before the entire crew moved, because there was no plot to film and the finishing work was not fully done, the crew took a day off.

That day, Mo Tongtong and Gu Zhanqiao decided to go to the beach for a stroll. When Gu Zhanqiao was walking by the beach, he suddenly remembered something.

"I seem to have seen this sea."

"Is it?"

"I didn't remember it before, but now I suddenly think of it."

They walked on the white sandy beach, because there was no one there, and when they looked back, they only saw a string of long footprints of the two of them.

The sea breeze whistled in my ears, and the waves rolled onto the beach with white foam like a skirt.

The sky is high and the sea is wide, but lead gray clouds pile up on the distant sea level, giving off a strange sense of oppression.

"It seems to be such a scene. I have seen it—maybe it was before I was five years old. Have I ever said it? I don't remember much about it."

Mo Tongtong frowned and said nothing, she even hoped that Gu Zhanqiao would not say anything, because she knew that before she was five years old, Gu Zhanqiao had not been adopted by the Gu family, so she might be in the hands of scumbag parents at that time, or maybe it was in the hands of traffickers.

But when she looked at Gu Zhanqiao again, she found that her expression was calm, and she didn't seem to recall any bad memories.

She just misses and feels sad, her eyes are far away, as if she is looking at something through the clouds.

She suddenly asked: "Psychologically speaking, is my situation of deliberately avoiding a certain memory an obstacle?"

"...Human psychology has the function of protecting itself, and this is nothing."

Gu Zhanqiao raised her eyes and suddenly smiled. She said, "Tongtong, what are you nervous about?"

Mo Tongtong didn't know what she was nervous about.

She looked at Gu Zhanqiao, because she knew her past, she couldn't help worrying that she would fall into a certain shadow again.

Gu Zhanqiao tiptoed, pressed Mo Tongtong's head, and kissed her forehead.

"I'm better than I've ever been, and I think I feel safe, so I'm gradually remembering everything," she said.

Then there is no more haze, no more hindrance.

……

From the observation deck of the hotel, Jiang Yan saw the two hugging each other on the beach.

So she looked around first to make sure that no one was watching like her in this low tourist season.

...Obviously there are still some, such as the calm-faced agent beside her.

Her manager, who had been with her for nearly ten years, knocked on melon seeds, shook her legs and said, "The recent artist... but falling in love, if two people are in love with each other, it can't be hidden. Usually, you can see it." Out."

Jiang Yan felt that her manager was a little too calm.

"Don't you think they...strange?" She raised her eyebrows and asked tentatively.

"Yanzi, I'm so sad. After so many years, do you think I'm such a narrow-minded person? I wouldn't be surprised even if the artist thinks that the baby is his lifelong partner."

Jiang Yan: "...Your taste is a bit heavy."

The agent waved his hand and continued to tell her about the gossip he had heard recently.

While listening to her, Jiang Yan took out her mobile phone and swiped it seemingly unintentionally.

It has been a month since I last saw Yue Changlan.

The conversation they had last time was really not good. People always get along with each other in a relaxed manner. Jiang Yan felt that she was too tight, so she relaxed for a month.

But obviously Yue Changlan is not a person who can't hold his breath. Jiang Yan feels that if he doesn't keep in touch like this, it won't be a "rejection"...Yue Changlan may forget about her...

She tapped on the screen, thought about it, and finally bit her lip and sent the following sentence to Yue Changlan——

Jiang Yan: We're going to change the shooting location, why don't we come and take a look?

She pressed send, and was thinking about whether this sentence was not beautiful enough, when Yue Changlan replied——

Yue Changlan: It is not your task to deliver this kind of news.

Even if it's just words, it seems that you can feel the coldness.

But Jiang Yan laughed.

She couldn't help humming a song, thinking: It's not my task, and you returned so quickly.