that moonlight and you

Room 1901 is very large, more than a dozen pots of plants are more than enough, and the original gray and black tones appear a piece of lush green, which does not look obtrusive, but a little more vibrant.This is a fairy tale that only exists in the city. The little prince on the seventeenth floor planted a vine, and they climbed up the reinforced concrete building, and finally a flower quietly bloomed in the neighbor's window.

Gu Yang was not asked to water the house. Lu Jianghan took good care of these green plants. The first thing he did after getting up every day was to open the curtains in the living room to let the sun shine in.

Warm light, green plants, the sound of coffee machine grinding, and the aroma of bread.

Every morning is beautiful.

When he got off work on Friday, Yang Yi deliberately ran to the president's office to conduct a humanitarian test: "How are you feeling recently?"

In view of the suspicious expression on the other party's face, Lu Jianghan felt that the next quarter would probably be followed by "Aunt arranged a blind date for you", so he picked up the folder and typed him out.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex has evolved into a tyrannical Tyrannosaurus Rex. Yang Yi sighed, and asked his assistant to order Gu Yang a cup of mint tea, and practice it cold in advance for tomorrow.After all, watching an opera with Lu Jianghan is really not a task that ordinary people can complete, and the psychological trauma starts at least three years ago.

And the weather is also very suitable for the atmosphere. On Saturday, there was a thin sleet. Although it is incomparable with the heavy snow in the north, it has successfully turned the city upside down in the wet ground, which is used to set off all the differences. Real doubts—at least when Lu Jianghan opened the car door and saw Gu Yang inside, he was indeed very puzzled.

"Mr. Yang said that he has something to do temporarily." Gu Yang explained in time, "So let me accompany you to participate in this event."

"It's not an event, it's "Moonlight by the Sea." Lu Jianghan sat next to him, "Fuhua sponsored Huandong's promotion, I must at least go to support the show, and also go to see the dress you made."

Was it just watching the show?Gu Yang heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, but he also felt a little regretful. He originally thought it would be some great job content.But having said that, why can't you just say it when you watch a musical? It's so mysterious that I almost turned Huandong brain into an underground arms group, the kind that runs across the Middle East and Africa.

There was some congestion on the road, and by the time Lao Yan drove the car to the city theater, the performance had already started for 2 minutes.Being late is a very rude thing. Fortunately, the VIP seats do not need to pass through the auditorium. Under the guidance of the guide, the two found A-13 very smoothly.

Deng Linxiu also just sang the first note.

The bright blue and white beach, and the graceful and graceful voice, is a seagull flying on the water, light and casual, making everyone present happy.

Art can stop time, but it can also make time fly.

The plot progresses one scene at a time, and the black curtain is lowered and raised again and again.Sunshine and white clouds, lightning and thunder, turbulent waves and the ship that sank in the end, the beautiful song is full of countless sad emotions, drifting with the wind under the moonlight, and finally, together with the silver skirt, gently and slowly, falls on the on the beach.

The audience stood up spontaneously and gave applause to all the actors, which lasted for a long time.

Lu Jianghan praised from the bottom of his heart: "It's beautiful." The performance is beautiful, the singing is beautiful, and the dress is also beautiful.

Gu Yang's eyes were covered with mist, and under the dark lights of the theater, it seemed like a wave of light fell.

"Do you want to send flowers backstage?" Lu Jianghan asked, "I'll go outside first."

"Hmm... 10 minutes." Gu Yang said, "There is a coffee shop outside, please wait for me for a while."

Lu Jianghan nodded and watched him run into the staff passage.

The theater’s own coffee shop is not too big, but the sofa is very comfortable. There are magazines on the table, which is a special issue of "Moonlight by the Sea", and the inside pages describe each costume in detail. Under the dress, the designers are signed by Xue Songbai and Y.

"President Lu." Gu Yang called, "Sister Linxiu said that she still has something to discuss with me. She is going to America tomorrow, so..."

"No problem, you guys chat slowly, I'll leave after sitting down for a while." Lu Jianghan said, "This is your weekend, you can arrange it as you like."

The waiter brought him a special drink in time: "Drinking coffee at night is not good for sleep, do you want to try this?"

The blue curacao and pineapple juice are mixed to give the color of the sea, and the ice cubes are wrapped in liqueur and coconut juice, which looks like a dreamy night sky and beach.Lu Jianghan asked: "Is it a special offer of musicals?"

"Actually, this glass of wine is called Melody of Winter, but we all call it Moonlight by the Sea." The waiter was very enthusiastic, "If you need anything, feel free to call me."

Lu Jianghan nodded: "Thank you."

The alcohol temporarily relaxed his nerves, and Lu Jianghan leaned back on the sofa, feeling that the night had been wonderful, with the wonderful singing and dancing, and the wonderful environment at this time.Outside the door, the audience after the show were chatting loudly, sharing their views on the performance, but the coffee shop was very quiet, so quiet that it seemed to be surrounded by layers of sea water, and no one could disturb it, and this movement and The quiet junction is just a narrow brown glass door - I pushed it open, so I just entered another world, hidden in the noisy city, with faint lights and good wine.

He ordered another drink for himself, intending to spend the whole night here and continue to reminisce about the performance just now.

The bamboo wind chime at the door made a crisp sound.

"Mr. Lu?" Gu Yang held the file bag in his arms, pushed open the door with his shoulders, and said with a smile, "You are still here."

Behind him was a woman in her late 50s who looked easygoing in a baggy tracksuit and slippers.

"It's too noisy up there, sister Linxiu and I are here to talk about something." Gu Yang introduced the two of them.

"Your performance today was very shocking." Lu Jianghan shook hands with her.

"Thank you, that dress is indispensable." Deng Linxiu smiled, "So today I plan to invite Xiao Gu to continue designing costumes for my next musical."

"These are materials." Gu Yang put the documents in his hand on the table, "But I don't have any ideas yet, and I don't know if I have time." After all, he is already very busy now. Huandong, Xindian plus Nightingale are equivalent to Do three jobs.

"Don't worry, at least one and a half years." Deng Linxiu said, "You can think about it slowly."

The new stage play is called "Red Roses in the Alley". The name is the same as the plot. It is all frivolous, vulgar, secluded and colorful. If you are not careful, it will become a cheongsam with a black bottom, red flowers and gold buttons and high-heeled shoes.

"I don't want that." Deng Linxiu leaned on the chair, her legs crossed together casually and gracefully.From the perspective of Lu Jianghan and Gu Yang, the wrinkles on her face can just be seen, they are very obvious under the light, but they are also very beautiful, that beauty is given to her by the years, lazy, noble, calm, slightly sideways The face and neck on one side form a beautiful arc, full of various styles.

This is the female image that Gu Yang admired the most when he was a fashion designer. Without being attached to anyone, she can be both strong and demure.

After sending Deng Linxiu away, he put all the materials in his bag, intending to take the time to read the script several times.

"Have you considered your time?" Lu Jianghan reminded him, "It sounds like a lot of work."

"I've thought about it, maybe it's too late, but at least I can provide ideas for the next designer." Gu Yang said, "Actually, as long as the style is right, I don't have to do other jobs."

"Don't make yourself too tired." Lu Jianghan opened the door for him, "After the Chinese New Year, there will be a lot of things going on in Pudongshan."

"Well, I will pay attention." Gu Yang said, "Thank you, Mr. Lu."

The street was still dripping with light rain, and there were a few sporadic strands of snow, which melted in mid-air.The air was very cold, Gu Yang retracted his chin into the scarf, and walked slowly along the bricks on the flower bed.

"Do you want to take a taxi?" Lu Jianghan asked.

"I want to walk for a while." Gu Yang said, "The city is very quiet now."

Lu Jianghan: "..."

At one o'clock in the morning, you want to walk on the cold and rainy streets for a while, just because the city is quiet?

"You go back first." Gu Yang turned around and looked at him, with his hands in his trouser pockets, the few strands of hair on his forehead were blown to pieces by the wind, and his eyes were shining with a smile, "Don't wait for me."

"You artists are like this?" Lu Jianghan gave him a hand to prevent people from falling into the flower bed, "At least tell me where the point is, maybe I can enjoy it with you."

Gu Yang thought for a while, and then said seriously: "For example, the wet ground, and the rain under the street lamps."

Lu Jianghan saw the street lights from the ground.

It did rain.

And it quickly turned into raindrops.

The crackling kind.

The two ran into the convenience store and bought steaming soy milk and oden.

There is a price to be paid for literature and art, such as being exposed to the rain on a cold winter night, or when Gu Yang accidentally fell while running on the street.

But literature and art are also rewarding. There are fish balls and white radish soaked in marinade, and you can sit on a high stool and watch the entire city washed by heavy rain through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The raindrops splashed into the puddles on the ground, shattering a piece of golden light and shadow.

Hazy and dreamy.

At two o'clock in the morning, Gu Yang was lying on the small table in the convenience store, sleeping soundly.

Sitting next to him, Lu Jianghan didn't know why he had to live in 711 in the middle of the night like a homeless man.

But it doesn't feel that bad.

And it was rare for him to feel sleepy in the middle of the night.

The clerk was kind enough to turn the music down to the lowest level so that the two poor homeless people on a rainy winter night could sleep more comfortably.

It rained all night.

In the early morning, a group of drunks rushed into the convenience store to buy drinks, and successfully woke up two people.

The sunlight outside the window was very glaring, Gu Yang squinted his eyes and waited for a while before realizing where it was, and he was extremely shocked!Because the moment before he fell asleep last night, he firmly believed that the president would definitely call an online car-hailing car and take the two of them home together, so how could he still sleep all night.

But Lu Jianghan took it for granted, and deeply believed that he helped the artist perform art again - although his neck was a little sore, but you're welcome, just treat him to a meal.

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