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

The director's team evacuated after the last group arrived at the romantic cottage, leaving only hidden cameras that were not noticed by others.

Yu Tong's voice was heard in the steam rising from the hot pot. The familiar and natural feeling dilutes the consciousness of doing the show.

Meng Zhijin's position is not inconspicuous, but it doesn't look like she is very close to Cheng Xi from behind.

The rear camera framed the two people side by side. Meng Zhijin's thin back looks aloof and polite, but the hand on Cheng Xi's wrist hides an intimacy that is not easy to be noticed.

I don't know if Meng Zhijin's sudden appearance was unexpected or because of the "child" that brushed against the ear.

Cheng Xi turned her head to look at the person standing behind her, but did not speak for a long time.

Meng Zhijin didn't care. Cheng Xi said in surprise, "The staff didn't know you were allergic to coriander. You have to remember that Qi Ming and Xiao Wu are not here now."

Meng Zhijin's voice didn't change much, just like the most common advice.

But it was precisely because of this ordinaryness and ordinaryness that Cheng Xi was a little overwhelmed.

——If this sentence does not have Xiao Wu’s name, this sentence is like Meng Zhijin would remind her when she issued a notice when they were still together in the past.

Cheng Xibi knows that yesterday's events cannot be traced back to, but she doesn't know what's wrong with her memory, and today she always runs out uncontrollably.

The awkwardness in Cheng Xi's heart turned into another feeling.

Compared with the annoying awkwardness just now, Cheng Xi doesn't like the awkwardness now.

The surrounding cameras are like countless pairs of eyes, from which people can find sweets that can crack CP, and also allow people to find the flaws of CP falsehood.

Cheng Xi looked at Meng Zhijin's hand that was holding her wrist, and the obscure gaze turned into a crooked look before anyone could notice it.

"Okay, I will remember, thank you Teacher Meng."

Cheng Xi still had that seductive look, not intentionally, she pulled her wrist out of Meng Zhijin's hand and sprinkled some crushed peanuts into a small bowl.

Meng Zhijin said nothing.

The color of the eyes changed imperceptibly, and then returned to their original calm.

A white porcelain bowl sprinkled with a few chopped coriander came to Cheng Xi, Meng Zhijin thanked in advance: "Thank you."

Cheng Xi didn't refuse either, and chuckled lightly: "You're welcome."

There was nothing to waste time on the small ingredients, and the two quickly adjusted their ingredients and walked towards the hot pot game that was about to start.

Cheng Xi grabbed a grape and walked behind Meng Zhijin.

I don't know when Meng Zhijin came down, she seemed to know exactly where Cheng Xi was sitting just now, and walked straight in the direction of where Cheng Xi was sitting just now.

Then he sat where Cheng Xi was sitting.

Cheng Xi paused for a moment with the hand holding the small material.

An indescribable sense of resistance spread in Su Miaomiao's pupils following the smiling face she turned towards Meng Zhijin.

She wanted to stop it, but she couldn't.

"Mr. Meng, hello, I'm Su Miaomiao, and I'm your fan!" Su Miaomiao looked very excited when she saw Meng Zhijin sitting over, her twinkling eyes were bewildering, "I'm here today. This place found out that this is where you filmed "Daylight", and I was so excited all the way, I didn't expect to meet you so soon."

"Hello." Meng Zhijin still responded to Su Miaomiao's enthusiasm coldly with that look of being extremely distant from her personality.

The lights are bright, and there is a choking smell of pepper rolling in the air.

Meng Zhijin looked at the bubbling bubbles in the pot, then asked Su Miaomiao unconsciously, "Which of my movies do you like?"

"Huh?" Su Miaomiao was taken aback.

She didn't expect that Meng Zhijin would take the initiative to ask herself a question, and hurriedly picked out an answer from the manuscript typed by her agent, and said, "Well, the first movie you starred in is "Tang Ri", I really like it .”

"The movement of holding the pipa and turning around to draw the knife is so beautiful. When I saw it for the first time, I was so amazed that I couldn't speak. Teacher Meng must have put in a lot of effort at that time? I really want to ask for advice... ..."

The admiration on Su Miaomiao's face was ready to come out, and Meng Zhijin's distance was also indented in the excitement that she thought her performance was perfect.

a little, a little...

Meng Zhijin took away the arm that Su Miaomiao aimed at, raised her hand and put a piece of duck intestine into the spicy red oil pot that she didn't know how to touch.

It's not like it's intentional, but it's like it's intentional.

Sitting at the side, Cheng Xi could see it very clearly.

Su Miaomiao's plan failed, and before she could say anything else, Sun Ran's voice came over: "Hey, I remember that Zhijin had a small accident while filming that scene? He was still in the heat at the time. Search, Xiaosu, don’t you know?”

Su Miaomiao's face froze with excitement and admiration.

Meng Zhijin was injured because of this, and this self-proclaimed "fan who likes her very much" was so excited to ask for advice, without any intention of caring about her injury at the time.

No matter how good she is at acting, embarrassment is inevitable.

Su Miaomiao spun her brain rapidly, with an apology in her smile: "I entered the pit relatively shallowly, and I haven't found it yet."

"Mr. Meng, don't mind..."

The duck intestines rolled and changed color in the hot pot, and the stick was fished out by the chopsticks holding it when it was the most delicious.

"I don't mind." Meng Zhijin responded to Su Miaomiao coldly, and put the cooked duck intestines on Cheng Xi's plate in a leisurely manner, "Exactly seven seconds."

Cheng Xi, who was still awkward, was a little surprised.

And a little stunned.

In fact, she shouldn't be worried about Meng Zhijin.

She has been in the circle longer than herself, so how could she not be aware of the hypocrisy she can see.

The lights of the restaurant were softened by the white mist rising from the hot pot, and the lips that were still pursed just now rose in the mist.

Cheng Xi's eyes shifted from the duck intestines on the plate to Meng Zhijin's body, and she said meaningfully: "I didn't expect Teacher Meng to remember it."

"It's not so easy to forget." Meng Zhijin replied.

Su Miaomiao felt like a thorn in his back when the two of them spoke back and forth.

It was a long time ago that I started to like it, but now it has become shallow again.

They are all mixed in the circle, and everyone can tell whether it is true or not in a few words.

Sun Ran is an old man who has been in the circle for more than ten years. Hearing Su Miaomiao's contradictory words, he smiled meaningfully.

But after all, in front of the camera, there was no grievance or enmity, so Sun Ran kindly left Su Miaomiao two thin noodles, and redeemed her: "Indeed, Zhijin started acting at a very young age, and archaeology takes some time."

"I saw a video clip of Mr. Meng the other day, and I don't know if it counts as archaeology. It's just an inventory of the key points of Mr. Meng's journey, which is very exciting."

As if hearing the chat here, Yu Tong, who was just greedy to put the little penguin fish balls into the pot, stepped in.

There was a smile in her eyes, a little big or small: "And Teacher Meng was completely different when she was a child, she was wearing ancient costumes, and there was a red mole between her eyebrows, she was very cute like a doll."

"Zhijin was only ten years old when she made a guest appearance for the first time?" Listening to Yu Tong's narration, Sun Ran seemed to recall something, and said as he recalled, "I remember that for a while, Teacher Shen made Zhijin's speech every day. With Jin around, it seems to be at that time. In this way, Teacher Shen can be regarded as training you since childhood, Zhijin."

Meng Zhijin nodded slightly, and smiled modestly.

At the same time, some unclear emotion flashed across her eyes.

The people around were still chatting with great interest, and the subtle changes did not attract everyone's attention.

It was only captured by Cheng Xi for a second.

This was the first time she felt that Meng Zhijin had a secret she didn't understand.

Su Miaomiao, who keeps saying she likes her, is like an outsider in this circle of discussions.

Her liking is superficial, but for the pursuit of fame and fortune under the brilliance of the actress, what she likes is worthless.

Listening to the chatter of the people around, Su Miaomiao still wanted to make amends: "It turns out that Teacher Meng still has such a long story. It seems that I have to work hard on archaeology."

Speaking of Su Miaomiao, she pretended to be eager to learn and know, and said to Meng Zhijin intentionally or unintentionally: "I really hope that I can be like Teacher Meng at the beginning. Through these days with Teacher Meng, I can also learn. See Teacher Meng's acting skills."

Meng Zhijin put all the unfinished chrysanthemum chrysanthemums into the pot unhurriedly, and looked up at Su Miaomiao after watching the boiling water boil the green leaves.

Those dark pupils were covered by the mist rising from the pot on the side, and there was an invisible sense of distance hidden in it: "Sorry, my mother taught me by example and words, and I may not be able to teach you the same attitude and way of getting along. you."

Meng Zhijin's voice was not too loud, so the people around her could hear it clearly.

When Cheng Xi heard these words, she bit the duck intestines to keep herself from laughing out loud.

Does she know if Meng Zhijin means this, anyway, this sentence sounds to her: I don't want to be your mother.

I don't know if Su Miaomiao has heard the hidden meaning of Meng Zhijin's words, but she was rejected so clearly that the management of the beautiful expressions on her face almost collapsed.

Chrysanthemum chrysanthemum was still rolling in the pot, Meng Zhijin seemed to have time to spare, and said to Su Miaomiao: "However, if you want to discuss acting skills, I have something to tell you. If you can do it I don’t dare to talk about big fires, but it’s okay to make small achievements.”

"What is it, Mr. Meng?" Su Miaomiao immediately regained her spirits, thinking that she was very happy, and under the idol's standard smile, her eyes were full of desire.

It's just that this smile didn't last long with sincerity, and half of it froze in the next second.

"Since you want to be an actor, you must be a professional. At least you must learn how to get into the show. Even if you don't like it, you have to act as a couple with the person next to you. If you like it, you can make people think it's real by just talking about it." of."

Meng Zhijin's voice was cold, and she gave Su Miaomiao a word, as she said, with an explanation.

She said it calmly, but with a different meaning.

The sharp reminder pierced Su Miaomiao's ulterior motives, and also pierced Cheng Xi's ears who had been eavesdropping.

People's emotions always go inexplicably and come in unpredictable ways.

It is true that Cheng Xi has been reminding herself of this matter all day, and she is very clear about it in her heart.

But when Meng Zhijin said such words frankly and calmly, it was another feeling.

So what she showed to herself in front of the camera was also performed?

Yes.

When this person reunited a few days ago, he was still indifferent to him, as if he was looking at a stranger.

The steam from the hot pot diffused in front of Cheng Xi's eyes, covering her vision with a layer of unclear mist.

She thought she knew Meng Zhijin very well.

But the Meng Zhijin she knows is only the Meng Zhijin who filmed "Day" together four years ago, and even the Meng Zhijin who coexisted with Yue.

A year may sound like a long time, but it is cut into pieces by busyness and separation.

Meng Zhijin's past, which she doesn't know now, also knows nothing about the past.

"oops."

Yu Tong's small exclamation broke Cheng Xi's thoughts and attracted her attention.

The little penguin fishball that had just been dropped had floated up, and Yu Tong was standing up to catch it.

It's just that the hair she just made today is as smooth as satin, and the movement of lowering her head made them fall uncontrollably.

It almost fell into the pot.

In the end, Xu Changyan took the colander from Yu Tong's hand and helped her fish out a little penguin.

Yu Tong looked at it with a smile, his eyes bent like a delicious cashew nut: "Ah Yan, you are so kind."

Xu Changyan's face didn't change, he just said, "Let's eat."

Yu Tong was blunt, and couldn't wait to lower his head to clamp the little penguin.

Just once, until she finished eating, the long hair on her back didn't fall off again.

The mint green large intestine hair band passed through the long hair, and under Xu Changyan's operation, it bound the disobedient hair round and round.

Cheng Xi's impression of Xu Changyan was very ordinary.

Although I was from Bai Fang just like her in the board game just now, this person doesn't talk much, with the model's natural aloofness and alienation, Cheng Xi felt that she was not easy to get in touch with.

But it was precisely this kind of behavior that moved Cheng Xi a little bit, and changed her opinion of this person.

Models are not actors, and their acting skills are not so proficient that they can fool outsiders.

Thinking of this, Cheng Xi secretly watched the young couple for a long time.

Suddenly, she felt her loose long hair being picked up.

The slightly cool fingers accidentally touched the root of her hair, passing through waves of fine current in the steamy space.

Meng Zhijin found a hair tie from nowhere, and silently helped her gather up her loose long hair.

The author has something to say:

Meng Air Conditioning: Other children have some, and our children also have them.

Cheng Awkward Xi: I'm already an adult!

Pigeon: Don’t worry, it’s a pity that Teacher Meng didn’t hear about Xiaoxi last time. There are many cases like this, ┓(O_O)┏