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

Gu Zhanqiao watched the elevator ascend to the thirteenth floor, and then there was the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground, and the sound of metal hitting each other.

However, she listened attentively, but she clearly didn't hear any human voices. After a short noise, the voices became quieter again.

For no reason, she felt a gust of wind blowing in her heart, shivered, and ran back home in a hurry.

Mo Tongtong was tidying up the kitchen when she saw Gu Zhanqiao running in in panic, patted her chest, thought something had happened, put down what she was on and ran over, frowning and asked, "What's the matter?"

Gu Zhanqiao grabbed Mo Tongtong's hand: "Is there someone upstairs?"

Mo Tongtong went in without knowing, "There's no one."

"That's haunting." Gu Zhanqiao said firmly.

"..." Mo Tongtong pulled out her hand and pressed Gu Zhanqiao's forehead, "Sure enough, should I go to the hospital?"

Gu Zhanqiao pushed Mo Tongtong's hand away, and said nervously: "I heard a voice from above just now."

Mo Tongtong: "Scientific studies have shown that the sound from the ceiling is due to the hollow pipe caused by mold erosion..."

"It's the sound of an iron can."

"..." Mo Tongtong was silent for a moment, and then hesitated for a while, "Is someone decorating?"

As soon as the voice fell, the sound of electric drill vibration came from upstairs.

Mo Tongtong & Gu Zhanqiao: "..."

Gu Zhanqiao called Lu Sanbao downstairs, and the three of them went upstairs together to see what was going on.

When I went up to see it, I found that it was indeed being renovated. Workers in overalls walked back and forth silently, and the air was filled with fine dust.

Gu Zhanqiao was irritated and sneezed three times in a row, Mo Tongtong covered her mouth and nose with his hand, stood at the door frowning, and did not go in again.

The three of them stayed at the door for a long time. The people inside went in and out, and they pretended not to see them. In the end, Lu Sanbao stopped a person and asked, "Why are you decorating here?"

The worker raised his head, as if looking at a fool: "What else? Go to your house?"

Lu Sanbao: "..."

Speaking of which, his house really needs renovation.

Gu Zhanqiao was so stimulated by the dust that she was about to sneeze when she spoke, but she was unconvinced when she heard the worker's words, so she broke away Mo Tongtong's hand and said, "Who are you coughing cough coughing cough coughing for..."

Couldn't complete a sentence, coughing had already started, Mo Tongtong sighed, and asked for her: "Is this the address of your renovation?"

"Why not?" The worker took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and showed the address on the mobile phone only to Mo Tongtong, "...the [-]th floor of Unit [-], right? Is it possible that I can't read?"

"Who is this decorating for?"

"Then how do I know." The worker said so, put on an impatient look, and walked back to the room.

Lu Sanbao and Mo Tongtong looked at each other. After a while, Lu Sanbao hesitated and said: "The head of the household should come, otherwise he doesn't know what the house looks like."

Mo Tongtong nodded thoughtfully.

She said goodbye to Lu Sanbao on the twelfth floor, and after entering the room, Gu Zhanqiao asked, "Who will be upstairs?"

Mo Tongtong shook her head: "I don't know either..."

The sound of drilling was heard again upstairs, Gu Zhanqiao was startled by the sound and had a headache, and was not interested in other things for a while, covering his head and trying to find a place with a quieter sound in the room.

After Gu Zhanqiao entered, Mo Tongtong went to the balcony and called Cao Jiaxuan.

After calling three times in a row, Cao Jiaxuan didn't answer, so Mo Tongtong put the matter aside for the time being.

The sound of electric drilling and knocking continued for several hours. After the two had lunch, it stopped for a while, and it sounded again after one o'clock.

Gu Zhanqiao searched every corner of the house, and finally came to the conclusion that the study room is the most difficult to hear.

Gu Zhanqiao rolled up a blanket and hid in the study, sitting on the cushion in front of the window where Mo Tongtong used to stay.

This is a small platform in front of the window, covered with thick cashmere blankets and piled with soft cushions. When sitting on it, the sunlight shines in through the tall glass windows, completely covering the whole body.

Gu Zhanqiao used to seldom come in because he was not interested in books, but now sitting here, he found that this place is indeed a good place.

She spread out a book while bathing in the sun, and although she could still hear the vague sound of the electric drill, she couldn't help feeling drowsy.

When Mo Tongtong came in, the first thing she saw was Gu Zhanqiao who was leaning against the backlight in front of the window.

Her body was shrouded in a thin layer of gold under the sun, and her profile was well defined.

She raised her head and closed her eyes, sitting quietly in the light divided by the window, motionless, as if she was about to melt into the light and shadow.

Mo Tongtong was in a trance for a moment, in the haze that seemed to have stagnated breathing, watching the other party's slightly curly long hair swaying slightly in the flying fine dust, to violent shaking, to...

Seeing that Gu Zhanqiao was about to fall off the platform next to the window, Mo Tongtong stepped forward and finally caught her just in the nick of time.

Gu Zhanqiao, who fell in her arms, opened her eyes in a half-dream and half-awake state, and yawned, "What's wrong?"

Mo Tongtong: "...Do you want to sleep in your room?"

Gu Zhanqiao finally woke up and found herself in Mo Tongtong's arms. She roughly guessed that she had fallen asleep, and said embarrassingly, "No, the room is too noisy, so it's better to be quiet here."

She moved her buttocks to make room, and said with a smile, "Do you want to sit? Let's read together."

The position in front of the window is rich for one person, but seems too crowded for two people.

As soon as Mo Tongtong sat on it, she found it was too crowded. She wanted to move another stool, but Gu Zhanqiao had already put her leg on hers, and then leaned her head on her shoulder.

I don't know if the scent came from the body or the hair, and it exudes a faint sweet smell. Mo Tongtong froze and remained motionless.

Gu Zhanqiao picked up the book in her hand, held it up to Mo Tongtong, and asked, "What kind of story is "Dream of Flowers"?"

The pages of the book blocked the light, but a few strands leaked out from Gu Zhanqiao's shaking. The white paper and the golden light, combined with these words, suddenly made Mo Tongtong think of something.

It was also in this room when she got the sample booklet of "Flower in Dream" for the first time, and Yue Changlan flipped the pages in front of her.

The brand-new pages still smelled of ink, Mo Tongtong didn't dislike this for the first time, and excitedly kept flipping through it.

At that time, Yue Changlan also asked: "What kind of story is "Flower in Dream"?"

Unlike Gu Zhanqiao, she has already seen the story, so she is not asking about the plot of the story.

What did she say at that time?

Yes, she said: "You have read the book, it is such a story, the heroine is saved because of the hero, and they live happily together."

Probably because she thought it was funny to say such a thing, Chang Lan laughed and pressed her eyes with her hands.

Now that I think about it, why did I hold my eyes down? Perhaps it was because I wasn't smiling at all.

Because of Mo Tongtong's long daze, Gu Zhanqiao approached her face, reached out and pinched her face and said, "Tongtong, what are you thinking?"

Mo Tongtong said, "Probably, it's a story about escaping."

"Huh?" Gu Zhanqiao didn't understand why.

"In the beginning, what the heroine wanted to escape was the family..."

Although the sun was shining brightly outside the window, the swaying branches of the street trees that had lost their leaves were enough to show the cold wind.

For some reason, the sky is a gradual purple, just like a scene in a dream, magnificent and psychedelic.

For a long time, Mo Tongtong often wondered whether Fan Qiongjia was his own projection.

But Fan Qiongjia walked out, but she didn't. In this way, Fan Qiongjia is not so much herself as she is in her ideal self.

Her ideal self would be in the same confusion and bewilderment, but she was able to come out and even bring the people around her out of the dark quagmire.

But she couldn't do it herself. Over the years, she wrote so many different stories, but in the final analysis, they were all not herself.

She herself has been huddled in the shell, thinking that she is enough, until--

Gu Zhanqiao rolled her tongue and snored lightly.

Mo Tongtong hugged her from her shoulders and let her lie on his lap. In this way, probably because of her smooth breathing, she stopped snoring and began to exhale steadily.

Mo Tongtong brushed away the broken hair from Gu Zhanqiao's face, and gently slid her fingers over the other's delicate skin.

"...Are you so bored that you fell asleep?" Mo Tongtong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but finally she couldn't help but smile.

She warmed her palms and covered Gu Zhanqiao's ears so that she would not hear the harsh sound of the electric drill.

At the same time, she said softly, "Thank you for bringing me out."

While Mo Tongtong was making dinner, Cao Jiaxuan called.

At that time, Mo Tongtong was trying the taste of the soup, when the phone rang, it burned his mouth directly.

She took out her mobile phone and found that it was indeed Cao Jiaxuan calling back, her mood was not so good.

She connected the phone, and before she heard a voice from the other side, she asked, "Who did you sell the thirteenth floor to?"

This building belongs to Mo Tongtong, and Mo Tongtong doesn't believe that someone bought the floor above her out of nowhere.

Upon hearing this, Cao Jiaxuan gave a "tsk" and said, "Didn't you guess it?"

Mo Tongtong frowned and said in a shy voice, "...Dad?"

Theoretically speaking, the property rights of the entire building are in her hands, and she will skip her and start the renovation directly. Apart from her father, she really can't think of anyone else to come.

Cao Jiaxuan is also possible, but if Cao Jiaxuan wants to do this, he can explain it to her last time.

Cao Jiaxuan acquiesced.

She was silent on the other end of the phone for a while, giving Mo Tongtong some time to sort out her heart, and then said: "He told me not to tell you, but I will tell you when the time comes, you know pretty quickly."

At this time, the sound of the drill bit sounded again.

When the voice was interrupted again, Mo Tongtong said, "Do you think I don't know that the upstairs is being renovated?"

"……Thanks for your hard work."

"Why did he do this?" Mo Tongtong couldn't figure it out, if he wanted to separate her and Gu Zhanqiao from a close distance - Mo Tongtong really didn't think he had the time.

"You don't know?" Cao Jiaxuan's voice on the other end of the phone was erratic.

"do you know?"

"You don't know how I know."

When she said that, Mo Tongtong felt that she seemed to know.

But if Cao Jiaxuan made up his mind not to speak, I'm afraid no one would be able to ask. Mo Tongtong hesitated for a while and didn't ask.

In short, she was sure that the person upstairs was not some sudden stranger, so she could be relieved.

At this time, Cao Jiaxuan said again: "By the way, are you still paying attention? Is "The Margin of the Marigold" broadcast today? If the ratings of the first episode are high, Yue Changlan must thank Qiao Qiao."