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

The rain in the mountains always comes and goes quickly, and the sky that was still cloudy just now suddenly cleared up.

The wind blew through the leaves and cleared away the clouds and mist, but there was some haze that was hard to shake in the romantic cabin.

Cheng Xi seemed to have forgotten that she was an actor who depended on her face for a living, and she looked like she had lost her soul while hugging the pillow.

She just leaned on the sofa like this, letting the thick black spread over her shoulders and back, and the thick eyelashes covered her eyes, she couldn't see joy or sorrow, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

The director's team was a little helpless. Apart from being distressed, they didn't know how to comfort this young man who was hit by the queen's luck.

After all, the rules of the game were set last season, and they never expected that Meng Zhijin would draw the envelope containing the worst room as soon as she came up. They even put the envelope in the worst room at the beginning to prevent the movie queen from living in the worst room. The side that is least likely to be noticed.

And, after all, the recording has already started.

The program team also wanted to see what kind of sparks Meng Zhijin and Cheng Xi could spark because of the room.

Just when everyone was silent, Meng Zhijin walked into the camera.

The sofa sank slightly, she sat next to Cheng Xi, and said softly, "Blame me."

Perhaps because she was still immersed in the frustration of getting up early in the morning but getting the worst room, Cheng Xi didn't realize how close she was to Meng Zhijin at the moment.

The arms holding the pillow were propped up, and they sat up slightly, but there was not much distance between them.

Cheng Xi rested her chin on the pillow, and shook her head sullenly: "I don't blame you, I took the initiative to let you smoke."

"I'm just doing mental construction for myself, and I have to accept it no matter how bad it is in the meeting."

The large and small shots reflect the two sitting on the sofa in the living room, and the director team that has not been removed cannot be ignored.

Cheng Xi looked at it, and passed her face buried in the pillow to Meng Zhijin.

There was a little more smile in the eyes that were still unhappy just now, and the voice came out from the suppressed vocal cords, with a deep laziness and perverseness: "And maybe you, Mr. Meng, live in the worst room At that time, when the show is broadcast, I can still make an eye-catching gimmick, and I can follow some shots."

In this way, he calmly expressed his thoughts in front of the camera, which surprised the surrounding staff.

Indeed, no matter who listens to such words, it will give Cheng Xi a negative impression of being good at calculation.

But Meng Zhijin is not the case.

She just sat beside Cheng Xi like this, as if a "hmm" came from her nodding affirmatively.

she does not mind.

There was even a kind of indifference of approval.

There was the rustling sound of candy wrappers being opened, and Meng Zhijin conjured a big white rabbit toffee out of nowhere, pinched the end of the wrapper and put it in front of Cheng Xi who was doing mental training for herself: "Eat it!" ?"

There is a faint aroma of milk floating in the dull air, and the sweets wrapped in glutinous rice paper are beautifully milky white.

Cheng Xi pursed her lower lip lightly, her heart fluttering slightly.

At this time, a toffee can really make her feel a little better.

It's just that her hand was holding the pillow, and it was pressed by her chin.

It was a comfortable position, and she didn't want to move much.

"..."

The monotonous lighting in the living room projected the backs of the two of them on one side of the wall, and some shadows tilted slightly under the lens.

Cheng Xi's thick long hair fell on Meng Zhijin's arm along her slanted body, white teeth protruded from her red lips, and she lightly and quickly passed the candy in Meng Zhijin's hand.

Those soft lips seemed to touch Bai Yu's fingers for a moment, and then they separated suddenly in a second that the camera couldn't distinguish.

The eyes of the director's team were straightened in unison.

They don't know how to describe the feeling at the moment, even last season's hot CP is not as good as Cheng Xi and Meng Zhijin at the moment.

The bright red lips held the candy in their mouths, seemingly touching Meng Zhijin's fingers.

Obviously it looks so ambiguous, but it doesn't make people feel deliberately and greasy.

On the contrary, there is an illusion that they usually get along like this.

It's strange to say that from the moment they entered the door, the director team felt that there was something unnatural surrounding these two people.

Obviously before this collaboration, Meng Zhijin and Cheng Xi had only collaborated in the movie "Daylight" three years ago.

How can it be so familiar?

Is it because both of them are so good at acting?

The toffee was snatched away, and the paper that originally wrapped the candy was empty.

Meng Zhijin rubbed her thumb over her index finger unobtrusively, stamped her fingerprint on the unnoticed red mark, and said, "Go up and have a look."

"Okay." Cheng Xi bit the toffee in her mouth and nodded vaguely.

She is used to being wanton, wrapped in sweetness, and her frustrated mood has improved a lot.

Because the recording of each episode is only for three days and two nights, Cheng Xi didn't bring many things, and the suitcase was relatively light.

She went up to the third floor at the same rhythm as Meng Zhijin, and after mentally preparing, she pushed open the door of the attic.

Although it is said that the result of the lottery cannot be changed, the program team has taken some precautionary measures in other aspects.

For example, this starry sky loft is much better than the semi-basement room, the worst room in the previous season.

Although this attic is not very big, the sparrow is small and well-equipped.

There is a small hallway at the entrance, behind the door on the left is a bathroom, above the bed in the bedroom is a slightly sloping roof, and there is a large skylight that includes the sky above into the room, making the whole space not appear depressing.

"Actually...it's okay."

I don't know if she didn't have any hope at the beginning, but Cheng Xi was a little surprised by this house.

Meng Zhijin was also a little surprised.

It's just that she was calmer than Cheng Xi, looking around the room, checking the cameras in the room.

It may be because the room is not big, and more than half of the roof is high and sloped, so it is not easy to install cameras. There are only two cameras in the whole room, one at the head of the bed and one at the end of the bed.

There are no cameras in the bathroom.

Meng Zhijin showed some satisfaction, at this moment she heard Cheng Xi's voice behind her: "Mr. Meng, don't you want to try our bed with me?"

Sunlight fell from the skylight, filling the bed below with a bright light.

Cheng Xi didn't know when she was already lying on the bed, the thin skirt was hanging on her upright legs, and the fiery red kiss was on the pure white bed sheet.

Meng Zhijin paused with cold eyes.

She could clearly see the deliberateness and presumptuousness in Cheng Xi's eyes, those pure black eyes were brightly provoking because they were recording a program.

Meng Zhijin was well aware of the stubbornness in this person's bones.

Not only the bones, but also the coquettishness of the skin.

It was a little quiet in the room.

Cheng Xi looked at Meng Zhijin standing there unmoved, threw "boring" at her, and turned her gaze back to the skylight.

Sunlight fell through the skylight through thick clouds.

It was the first day after the rain, and the sunlight was not too glaring, it was mild and bright like only in winter.

Make people feel familiar.

At this moment, Cheng Xi felt that the bed on the other side sank, and a faint and familiar fragrance brushed against her left shoulder.

The camera of the bedside cabinet reflected the scene of the room, and Meng Zhijin lay down next to Cheng Xi silently.

I don't know if she is really experiencing feedback, or for some other reason.

Meng Zhijin got off the bed and lay down for a while, then she really gave Cheng Xi feedback: "It's not too soft, you have a back injury and this kind of bed is very suitable for you to sleep on."

Cheng Xi paused while looking at the sky.

Her waist injury was caused by dancing ballet, and she has not returned to her old profession for many years. Few people can remember her.

Cheng Xi still remembers that the filming of "Daylight" used a lot of ballet shots, and Wang Youbo is a person who strives for perfection. Her back injury that hadn't recurred for a long time was tossed and recurred after repeated the same series of actions.

At that time, people around her were always telling her to pay attention to her waist.

The exercise clothes were thin, and her aching waist was supported by slightly cool hands.

The blazing heat was like an electric current, and it suddenly passed through the waist that no longer hurts now...

"Then lie down for a while."

As Cheng Xi spoke, she moved her body slightly on the bed.

She still looks lazy, but it seems a little different.

Meng Zhijin didn't speak out, nor did she refuse.

The two people who had nothing to do lay quietly on the bed, and the room became quiet again.

Three years have passed, but it seems that not too long has passed.

The cloud standing in the window frame was still as thick as Cheng Xi's memory, as if it would be crushed down in the next second.

Cheng Xi suddenly felt as if everything had been seen in the past, and she only left for a few minutes.

The box containing the most obscure emotions fell into the light through the gap that opened at some point, and it was about to move restlessly.

"Meng..."

Cheng Xi wanted to find something to divert her attention, but when she turned her head away, she saw the face of the man with her eyes closed.

Meng Zhijin fell asleep.

The lips that had been pressed tightly all day were slightly opened at this moment.

She seemed to have applied lipstick, and there was a kind of crystal in her thin lips.

A few strands of hair hung down the side of her face, and crow-feather eyelashes spread under her eyes like a fan.

He looked unprepared and easy to attack.

The author has something to say:

Meng Air Conditioning (opening eyes secretly): It's not obvious.

Pigeon (release the wind): It's not obvious, it's not obvious, just lie down.