bad derailment

After breakfast, Gu Mingsheng received a text message from his assistant.The crew started work in half an hour, so he had to be prepared and rush there ahead of time.

Gu Mingsheng seemed a little lost, and after a while he suddenly thought of something, "Xiao Yao, do you want to go to the set with me today?"

I was charging my phone and it turned off automatically last night because it ran out of battery.Hearing Gu Mingsheng's words, he raised his head to look at him, and said with some amusement, "No, don't you feel tired of me being next to you every day?"

Gu Mingsheng leaned against his chin, smiling as softly and convincingly as ever, "Not greasy, it's you who are not greasy."

He looked the same as before, but there seemed to be subtle differences everywhere.I'm not used to his current appearance, and even hearing such love words that are difficult to distinguish between true and false began to be difficult to answer, so I could only evade them vaguely.

Fortunately, the phone turned on again, giving me an excuse to temporarily divert my attention.The notification bar of each software popped up on the screen. I clicked on WeChat, and except for some meaningless official accounts, there was not a single message from others.

I held my mobile phone silently for a while, not knowing what to do, it took a long time before I realized that I wanted to see if Chen Feng had sent me a message.

Nothing.

Every time before, even if I didn’t reply to his message for a few minutes, or didn’t go home until late at night because of overtime or other reasons, he would bombard him with phone calls without any explanation, regardless of whether I could hear him or not, and Will it be annoying.

He is like this in everything, he only cares about what he wants to do and what he thinks is right, he doesn't care about the consequences, and he doesn't care what others think.I've long been used to this kind of Chen Feng, but one day he suddenly stopped doing things in the way I'm familiar with, it seemed like everything was different.

He still cares about me as before, he will inadvertently show some childishness, his temper is still cold and straightforward, and he never hides what he thinks in front of me.

But I don’t know when he started, he stopped asking me what I did every day, he didn’t show the same dissatisfied expression when I came home late, and he didn’t childishly rub the plate with his chopsticks when he heard that I was going to work overtime. And not persistently making dozens of missed calls when I'm up all night.

He's not what he used to be, he's becoming what I want him to be.

I should be happy, but should often doesn't seem to mean necessity.

When I got back, I closed the door forcefully, deliberately making a loud noise.

"I am back.

Chen Feng's figure came out of the kitchen after a few seconds. He was holding chopsticks and wearing an apron. The lively cartoon patterns on his body looked nondescript.My eyes froze for a few seconds before I recovered from the surprise with difficulty.

"Why are you cooking?"

Chen Feng's voice was light, as if it wasn't something to be surprised by, "I can't always order takeaway when you're not here, it's already ready, do you want to try it?"

The words 'I've already eaten' were stuck in his mouth, and after a while, they were replaced by a moderate 'yes'.

The style Chen Feng made was very simple, he only fried two eggs and toasted two slices of bread.I sat down and tasted it, the taste was average, but it was excellent for a beginner, at least the eggs were not fried.

I suddenly thought of something and asked him, "Don't you like eggs?"

Chen Feng wrinkled his nose and said, "I didn't like it at first, but now it doesn't taste that bad."

He looked deeply at me.

"Besides, don't you like it very much?"

I paused with the hand holding the chopsticks, and it took a long time before I remembered to say, "Well, it's okay."

The conversation seemed to come to an abrupt end, he lowered his head to eat quietly, and didn't ask any other questions until the end, as if I hadn't been home all night at all, and as if the person in front of me who was calm enough to make me a stranger wasn't Chen Feng.

The oppressive atmosphere made me dare not even take my breath seriously, and I almost ran into the bathroom after eating.I supported the sink for a while, and after washing my hands, I looked up and touched the person in the mirror. I just wanted to take it back, but suddenly I was stunned.

For a while, blood poured out.

I turned around and locked the door, and it was only because of the shaking of my wrist twice that I succeeded, then I leaned towards the mirror in front of me, and the arc of my chin clearly revealed the abnormal redness on my neck.

It's too obvious, against the background of skin color, it's like naked evidence of crime in daylight.

I watched for a long time, until the face in the mirror was gradually fading, and every breath became extremely difficult with the beating heartbeat.

Would Chen Feng not have noticed such conspicuous traces?

This is impossible.

He knew everything, but he still accompanied me to play out the superficial calm to the end, without questioning or dissatisfaction.

I seemed to suddenly lose my strength, leaning on the sink and not knowing what to do next.His mind was in a mess, covering everything related to Chen Feng with an impenetrable fog.

Maybe it was a long time, maybe it was just a few minutes, I walked slowly to the door of the kitchen, looking at the back of Chen Feng standing in front of the sink, my ears were filled with the sound of rushing water.

"Chen Feng."

"what happened?"

He didn't lift his head, and asked in a normal tone.

I said, "Don't you ask me where I went last night?"

The sound of the water stopped abruptly, only two ups and downs of breath remained, and Chen Feng stood there without moving.I couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, this unknown silence made me feel flustered like never before, so I spoke with difficulty.

"Why are you......"

"Lin Yao, I don't want to talk about this."

With his back to me, he interrupted my voice heavily, as if this could maintain his usual calmness, a calmness that was so fragile that it could be broken in my eyes.

"Let's stop talking about this, okay?" Chen Feng spoke slowly, as if he had exhausted all his strength, "I'm a little tired."

He is no longer attached to him, but I can no longer ignore him like Cong. This kind of relationship that suddenly turned the cart before the horse made me feel almost absurdly sad.

"Chen Feng, turn around and look at me." I couldn't tell what kind of mood I was in when I said this, "I know you've seen it all."

It was terribly quiet, and even the breathing was gradually moving away from the ears, falling into the silent water.A few seconds was infinitely stretched to a length of half a century. From a distance of three steps, I could clearly see Chen Feng's red eyes after turning around.

All of a sudden, it seemed that all the courage was withdrawn from my heart, my brain went blank, maybe even my expression was the same, my lips trembled, and finally I uttered a sentence in a low voice that was almost broken.

"Sorry, if you don't want to talk, we won't talk..."

Chen Feng lowered his head, pursed his lips tightly, and only showed his side face in front of me, reflecting a turbulent silence that made people palpitate. Finally, he squeezed out a dry sound from his throat: 'OK'.

It's so close that I can touch Chen Feng's body just by taking a few steps, but I feel that an invisible barrier has been set up between me and him.He hid inside and didn't want to come out, and I hesitated outside. We looked at each other as if we were both sick.

I wanted to go and hug him, but I couldn't.