After the divorce, the whole world is waiting for us to get back together

The fog was thick outside the window, and the dry and difficult memories coincided with Meng Zhijin's turned eyes.

Cheng Xi hasn't heard anyone call her a "child" for a long time, and she is no longer the child who needed guidance in acting.

In fact, Cheng Xi resisted the title Meng Zhijin gave her at first.

It's just that I don't know how catchy the word "child" is. No matter how many times I correct it, Meng Zhijin will always call her that.

Later, Cheng Xi simply gave up her resistance and let Meng Zhijin call her that.

After that, no one messed up her hair and called her "baby" any more.

The car skipped over a branch of a tree that extended into the road, and the green leaves brushed against the window.

The falling rain wet the car window, and Cheng Xi, who was sitting on the other side, blinked unnaturally.

Cheng Xi never thought that when the title she once resisted sounded again, she would feel this way in her heart.

It was like a tree branch that had just been skipped, through the glass, passing her sight without harm, but it did make her react.

The cameras of the program group were placed in every corner of the car, and Cheng Xi couldn't tell whether Meng Zhijin said this to herself because she really remembered the past, or started marketing their cp.

It was the accompanying program staff who took the initiative to speak out.

Sitting in the co-pilot, she keenly grasped the key words in Meng Zhijin's words just now, and she turned her head to ask the interview and said in a prepared manner: "I remember that the "Day Day" that Teacher Meng and Ms. Cheng collaborated on is here. Did you take the scene?"

"Yes." Meng Zhijin nodded.

"Come to this place again, are you two still familiar with it?" the staff asked again.

This is a good topic to show the bond between the two.

Cheng Xi looked at the gently changing ink landscape in the car window, and for some reason, she began to look forward to Meng Zhijin's answer.

But Meng Zhijin disappointed the people present.

She shook her head slightly under the camera, and her cold voice had a flat sense of reality: "I don't remember clearly."

The staff obviously felt a little regretful, and made amends for Meng Zhijin: "In fact, it has been more than three years since "Daylight" was finished, and it's normal that I can't remember clearly."

The warm breath and the cool drizzle outside the window formed a temperature difference, covering the car window with a layer of white mist.

Cheng Xi narrowed her eyes slightly looking at the hazy scenery outside the window, stretched out her fingers and drew on the white mist, and said inexplicably: "I still remember that there used to be a river over there, and there was a river on it. It's quite an old bridge, does Teacher Meng still remember?"

Meng Zhijin paused for a moment.

It seems to be thinking, and it seems that it is really just a pause.

The old man always said that Laqi Laba froze jackdaws to death.

The same is true of winter in that season.

The river water was stagnated by the cold temperature, and a thick layer of ice was formed, and the old bridge was about to hang on the ice.

The dry branches that fell on the ground intertwined into natural barriers, dividing the passing figure into several pieces.

The old-fashioned skates cut across the ice sharply, leaving white scratches.

The girl seems to always have inexhaustible vitality. The fluff on the hat of the down jacket flutters in the winter wind with her steps, and her smiling face is full of wantonness.

Like the sun in the sky.

"Sister, you are too slow."

The girl pursed her mouth in dissatisfaction, pointed her toes, and swiped backwards.

The bewildered hand was suddenly grasped, and some repulsive moisture instantly filled the palm.

Along with it comes the warmth and sense of security in winter.

……

The coolness of the drizzle replaced the bitter cold in winter, and there was an uncomfortably humid air floating in it.

The small bridge and the river appeared in Meng Zhijin's line of sight, and the hand hanging by his side shook hands without a trace.

Without pausing for too long, she nodded calmly: "I remember."

——That was the first time they were separated from the needs of the role, holding hands in the true sense.

"Did Ms. Cheng walk with Teacher Meng?" the staff asked immediately.

"No." Cheng Xi shook her head, with no regrets in her calm expression, "The bridge is a bit old, and it doesn't look very strong."

Once again the staff accepted an unexpected answer.

She didn't have much experience, and she didn't know how to continue for a while.

Fortunately, Cheng Xi didn't stand in the cold.

She withdrew her hand on her chin, turned her eyes to the camera in the middle, her bright eyes twinkled like starlight, and said like a memory: "The main reason is that it was not yet spring at that time, and the river was freezing. It’s very strong, and there’s no problem for two people to go up.”

I don't know if Cheng Xi did it on purpose, but she bit the words "two people" emphatically.

As she said this, she turned her gaze to Meng Zhijin.

The fox-like eyes were slightly bent, and the deep black pupils were full of a strong smile.

The separation is as long as the time we have been together, but the familiarity has not been cut off by the heavily falling steel seal.

Meng Zhijin accepted Cheng Xi's gaze, slightly hooked her lower lip in front of the camera, and said, "I went ice skating there, and was educated by Director Wang when I went back."

It's hard to imagine Meng Zhijin's deviant appearance.

The staff was also a little surprised, and continued: "This time we revisit the old place, the two of you can go there again if you have a chance."

The car was getting closer and closer to the tourist resort where the recording was made, and the river in Cheng Xi's memory also vaguely emerged.

It's just that just as it outlined a shape in the dense mist, it was cut off by the red-tiled villa that broke into Cheng Xi's sight.

The numerous buildings spring up from the plain land like bamboo shoots, cutting a crack in the plain nature in Cheng Xi's memory.

They seem to be reminding Cheng Xi that memories are just memories, times have changed, and they don't exist anymore.

The mist condensed by the temperature difference swallowed the small bridge painted on the window, and gradually merged with the white mist beside it.

The expression on Cheng Xi's face seemed to have changed, but also seemed to have not changed at all.

She still had the same smile with her lips curled up, and she looked out the window lazily with her slightly drooping eyes, and she seemed to judge casually: "However, according to the development level of this tourist resort, there should be no such place."

The car quickly took a group of people to the recording location, and stopped in front of a three-story villa with a unique shape.

Cheng Xi raised her head and noticed that there was an attic with a skylight on the top floor of this villa.

The rain in the mountain stream showed no sign of stopping, when the car door opened, a cool breeze gushed in, brushing Cheng Xi's ankles.

Perhaps it was inconvenient for two people to get out of the car with an umbrella at the same time, Meng Zhijin didn't wait for Cheng Xi, and got out of the car first.

The bodyguard held an umbrella for Meng Zhijin, and the rain curtain made Meng Zhijin a slender and haughty back in Cheng Xi's sight.

Cheng Xi pursed her red lips lightly, it couldn't be said that it was dissatisfaction or other reasons.

Thinking of making a perfect appearance for the camera, Cheng Xi simply adjusted her image against the car window, waved away her subtle thoughts at will, and got out of the car neatly.

The rain was still falling, but the water droplets that were expected to fall did not land on top of Cheng Xi's head.

Even the belt around her shoulders was never wet.

The shadow of the umbrella shrouded Cheng Xi's head, blocking the rain that should have fallen outside.

Cheng Xi knew that she didn't bring bodyguards, and it was impossible for Xiao Wu to be so neat.

She raised her head in a daze, and saw that Meng Zhijin had taken the umbrella of the bodyguard beside her at some point, and gave most of the space to herself.

The familiar fragrance became very clear in the rain, and Cheng Xi was stunned for a while before realizing it, and said, "Thank you."

"Let's go."

Meng Zhijin shook her head, her cold gaze was softly illuminated by the lighting on one side.

She softly preached to Cheng Xiru, speaking and behaving like a qualified perfect lover.

No one dared to let the actress hold an umbrella.

But Cheng Xi dared, not only dared, but also enjoyed it calmly.

And Meng Zhijin still looked alienated and cold in front of the screen.

The hand holding the umbrella is straight and well-proportioned, and the rolled-up sleeves reveal her clean and tight forearms.

It's like taking just the right amount of favoritism.

The chief director sat at the head of the monitor and looked at the two with straight eyes.

He finally believed that what Director Wang told him was not bragging, but a statement of facts.

The red dress in the rain screen swayed with Cheng Xi's steps, passing by the long legs of the people beside him.

Obviously these two people didn't have much communication along the way, but they were able to make people see the subtle and natural sense of cp.

"Welcome Teacher Meng and Ms. Cheng to stay in our romantic cottage." The director's voice sounded as soon as the two entered the villa.

Cheng Xi stood still with her suitcase in her hand, looked at the simply decorated living room of the villa, and asked her most concerned question: "Are we the first group to arrive?"

"Yes." The director nodded.

"Yes." Cheng Xi was a little excited.

After all, she came so early today to be the first one here, so as to reduce the probability of getting the worst house.

"We have four kinds of rooms in this issue." The director introduced, and asked the staff to bring the envelopes containing the names of the four rooms in front of the two of them. The earliest one can be extracted first."

Cheng Xi remembered the attic on the roof of the villa she saw before getting off the car, and asked tentatively: "The starry sky attic is the worst?"

"Each room in our romantic cottage has its own characteristics, but the size of the room is different."

The routine words that had been heard no less than ten times in the program video rang in Cheng Xi's ears.

As a loyal viewer who has watched the entire season, Cheng Xi understands that the director's words mean that the conditions in the Starry Sky Loft are the worst.

It's really a good name for such a nice name.

Cheng Xi complained in her heart, rubbing her hands with a sense of ceremony, looking at the envelope in front of her ready to move.

But it must not be the Starry Sky Loft...

A quarter of the probability, it's not so unlucky...

The more I think about it, the more apprehensive I feel.

Cheng Xi's usually calm face showed a rare nervousness, and the flamboyant fox clamped her tail tightly.

Just as one of the four envelopes was about to be drawn out, the hand that reached out suddenly stopped.

The camera focused on the owner of that hand, and followed her gaze to Meng Zhijin who was at the side.

As if thinking of something, Cheng Xi took the initiative to give up her position: "I'm unlucky, you come."

"Me?" Meng Zhijin was a little surprised.

"You are the Queen of the Movies, and God takes care of you." Cheng Xi said superstitiously, her fox-like eyes were shining brightly.

Meng Zhijin was a little hesitant, wanting to say something to Cheng Xi, but seeing Cheng Xi's eyes filled with anticipation towards her.

rare.

After hesitating for a while, Meng Zhijin still didn't say: "...Okay."

The staff turned the envelope in front of Meng Zhijin with special cooperation, and the skeleton hand in the camera slid across the plain white envelope, hesitatingly but pulled out one of them very neatly.

The envelope opened with a rustling sound, and Cheng Xi saw a dark blue corner of the card in the envelope.

It seems that there is a beautiful sprinkle of gold on it.

A bad feeling.

Pulling out the card, Meng Zhijin's usually calm eyes showed an apologetic expression.

She turned to Cheng Xi with the card she had drawn, and there were four large characters written on the gold-sprinkled paper: Starry Sky Attic.

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