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

Cheng Xi once read a short science popularization when he was fishing, which said that the tips of human hair are unconscious.

But at this moment, she could feel the itch triggered by Meng Zhijin's fingers running through her long hair.

Cheng Xi straightened up sitting on the chair like a cat suddenly touched by someone, turned around and asked, "What are you doing?"

"The hair almost fell into the seasoning dish." Meng Zhijin explained that she didn't let go of Cheng Xi's long hair.

The itching at the tip of the hair has nowhere to go, and it drives towards the heart recklessly.

Cheng Xi couldn't describe how she felt about this feeling, so she just sat up straighter and said, "I'll do it myself."

The probing fingers searched for the scrunchie that tied the hair, and the warm fingertips skimmed the back of Meng Zhijin's hand.

Then Meng Zhijin raised his hand to hold her.

Cheng Xi was taken aback.

The long hair covered under the pinna was pinned behind the ear, Meng Zhijin reminded: "The camera is shooting."

The distance between the two was very close, and the voice that brushed the pinna was slyly warm.

Cheng Xi's movements stopped.

The light could not see through her slightly drooping eyelashes, and the light in her eyes changed and changed.

It seemed that something was blocked in the heart, and it seemed that something that had nowhere to be placed was suddenly opened.

So... is it really for the effect of the show?

A few seconds later, Cheng Xi calmly pulled her hand out, and a few strands of hair fell out of Meng Zhijin's palm following her movements.

She didn't look back, her eyes still had the usual perverse look.

With a somewhat proud sense of command on the slightly raised head, he said to Meng Zhijin behind him: "Then tie it up well."

Who is not a professional actor?

The light and heat dispel the coolness of the summer night in the suburbs.

Amidst the sounds of chatting and interacting around, there were two quiet shadows side by side.

They were like this, one after the other, although they didn't make eye contact, they carried a kind of gentleness that was different from the excitement around them.

The camera recorded these things as if they were getting along like this on weekdays.

"It's long." Meng Zhijin said thoughtfully.

"Yes." Cheng Xi nodded.

She hooked a strand of hair that hung down to her shoulders, and her eyes were a little showy: "Although I often dye and perm, my hair quality is not bad, right?"

"Ah."

Meng Zhijin nodded and ran her fingers through Cheng Xi's long hair again.

A layer of sweat stained her fingers, and there was also the smell that belonged to this person.

Meng Zhijin's movements were not too fast, and she carefully arranged Cheng Xi's long hair before wrapping the hair tie around her hair.

The hair that has not been tied for a long time is tied high on the top of the head, and the ponytail that is gradually pouring down from Meng Zhijin's hands is a bit heavy.

Cheng Xi touched her ponytail with her backhand and said to Meng Zhijin while fiddling with it, "I thought you would save trouble and just tie it up for me and finish the job."

Her sizing eyes were a little casual, but also a little serious.

The light above her head fell on her body, casting a golden round on her slightly raised profile, and the faded lipstick diluted her publicity.

She is not the only one whose memory is out of control.

Meng Zhijin just looked at Cheng Xi like this, and didn't speak for a long time.

Yu Tong was the first to discover Cheng Xi's difference, and sighed in surprise: "Sister Cheng Xi, did you tie up your hair?"

The appreciation mode was interrupted, Cheng Xi simply asked Yu Tong: "How is it, does it look good?"

"It's beautiful." Yu Tong nodded, and boasted without hesitation: "Sister Cheng Xi, you remind me of the school belle that was often discussed in our grade in high school!"

Cheng Xi was also not humble, and her eyes were bent flamboyantly: "To tell you the truth, I was indeed a school belle in high school."

"Then I kind of want to see your high school graduation photos. Sister Cheng Xi, you really seem to have changed your style like this. You are really a girl."

As Yu Tong spoke, he looked at Cheng Xi, trying to find some differences between her at this moment and her in the past.

It's just that she didn't find out the difference, but something reminded her, and she said thoughtfully: "However, I always feel like I've seen it somewhere..."

Cheng Xi was a little curious.

She couldn't remember how long she hadn't tied a ponytail: "Where?"

"Where..." Yu Tong recalled distressedly, Xu Changyan's voice came from the side leisurely, "Teacher Cheng has this hairstyle in "Daylight"."

Yu Tong's distress was immediately resolved, and he nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, yes. I remember that in the movie, Teacher Meng often tied sister Cheng Xi's hair."

Then she looked at Cheng Xi, Xingyuan's eyes were full of excitement: "So this is a reenactment of the scene just now?"

As soon as these words came out, Cheng Xi immediately felt the eyes of the surroundings gathering towards her.

Does it count?

How did Cheng Xi know.

It wasn't her who started the incident, but the whole process was to cooperate with Meng Zhijin's CP interaction, and the ending should naturally be also tied up by Meng Zhijin.

Thinking of this, Cheng Xi raised her chin, and lazily raised her gaze at Meng Zhijin, "Is that so, Teacher Meng?"

Meng Zhijin took a sip of the wine in his hand, still showing a gentle but cold and distanced look: "I don't remember clearly."

The onlookers were a little disappointed, and the booing failed, so they were confused by Meng Zhijin's mixed truth and falsehood.

"Why do I feel that Xiaoxi hasn't changed much these years." Sun Ran didn't let the situation cool down, and thoughtfully passed a new topic to Cheng Xi, "How old was Xiaoxi and Zhijin when they played "Daylight"?" ? Are there eighteen?"

Cheng Xi couldn't help laughing, and said a little embarrassedly: "I was 21 at that time, Teacher Sun."

"21?" Sun Ran was obviously a little surprised, "Oh my God, how can you look the same at 15, 21, and 25 years old. It is said that there is a step at five years old, and the slope of your steps is too slow."

The ponytail was a little heavy, and Cheng Xi raised her hand again to caress Sun Ran's words.

The curtain made of strands of hair suddenly fell from her hands, hiding her slowly changing eyes.

The sly fox raised his eyes in the camera, and looked at Meng Zhijin who seemed to have nothing in his eyes: "Isn't this because I'm afraid that someone will forget me?"

What Cheng Xi said didn't have a clear meaning, but was blatantly ambiguous.

Obviously knowing this person's stubbornness better than anyone else, Meng Zhijin's hand holding the wine glass tightened.

After a pause, she continued, "No one will forget you."

"You need to produce more good works."

A sentence that could be finished in one sentence, but Meng Zhijin divided it into two sentences with the reasons reversed.

Before she finished speaking, she looked at Yu Tong again, and said to her equally: "So is taro."

The hot pot party lasted until almost twelve o'clock, and Zhang Mingtai's guitar became the link for everyone to interact with each other.

The director team was a little worried that if they continued like this, it would delay the formal shooting process tomorrow, so the chief director took the lead and knocked on the door of the romantic cabin.

"Members of the Romantic Cabin, good evening, everyone."

The party was coming to an end, everyone was drunk, and the greetings were a bit casual: "Director, good evening."

The director responded politely, and then started the Q process: "Welcome everyone to stay in our romantic cabin today. The theme of this season of "Our Romantic World" is romance in different time and space. .”

"The task will be officially released tomorrow morning. All the members of the Romantic Cabin are requested to have a good rest tonight and welcome the new world every day."

Aerial drones zoomed in and out of the outdoor camera, and the party in the only small bungalow in the mountains that was still lit came to an end.

Having already had a drink at noon, and changing glasses at night while chatting with others, Cheng Xi was already a little tipsy.

She said goodnight to everyone, and went upstairs with Meng Zhijin.

The lights in the corridor were fairly bright, and Cheng Xi walked the dozens of steps along the way, not cautiously.

All of a sudden, she felt her legs go limp, and her foot, which hadn't been lifted in time, brushed the steps of the stairs, and she was about to fall.

but did not fall.

Wei Liang's hand covered Cheng Xi's waist, which became her strong support.

There is a little fragrance floating in the air, which is not easy to detect in the alcohol-soaked environment, but it is captured by Cheng Xi very clearly.

It happened so suddenly, before Cheng Xi had time to think about anything, she heard a familiar voice from behind her ear.

"Be careful."

It was Meng Zhijin who supported her from behind.

The slender arm was leaning on her waist like this, looking gentlemanly and polite.

It's just that because of the extremely close distance, Cheng Xi can see the snow-white skin under Meng Zhijin's shirt with a slight turn of the eye. The delicate luster is covered with a layer of cold white, which contradicts the warmth that does not match the cold white.

Cheng Xi didn't know if she was still in shock, her heart pounded against her chest.

Alcohol made her mind not very clear, and a lot of emotions suddenly filled her blank head just now.

Not knowing what was going on in her head, Cheng Xi asked in a strange way: "Is there a camera here?"

Meng Zhijin looked up at the round ball hanging upside down at the end of the corridor, and answered truthfully: "Yes."

"Um……"

Cheng Xi, as if repeating Meng Zhijin's words, also said "hmm".

She looked sideways at the camera in the distance, and leaned on Meng Zhijin's body even more brazenly, with a smile on her lips: "Then I will trouble Teacher Meng."

The heat, wrapped in the smell of alcohol, fell on Meng Zhijin's neck.

She knew clearly that Cheng Xi was being naughty in front of the camera, but her heart still skipped a beat.

Hard to resist.

Meng Zhijin helped Cheng Xi walk the last few steps like this, and after putting her on the bed to wake up, she took the things she hadn't put away yet and went to the bathroom to remove her make-up and wash up.

The running water washes over the fingers below, and the coldness seems to be able to suppress all restless throbbing.

With a calm expression, Meng Zhijin washed off the last foam of facial cleanser hidden on the side of her little finger, and passed her fingers through the gap between her fingers, and the knuckles were covered with a layer of crystal water, showing a beautiful pink color.

The door was opened from the mirror unnoticed, and the stream of water that was touched by a finger suddenly fluctuated.

Suddenly, Meng Zhijin felt someone grab her waist.

Then, a mass of tenderness pressed against her back.

Cheng Xi put her chin on Meng Zhijin's shoulder blades, and her voice was very ambiguous: "Mr. Meng, should we discuss the sleeping position later?"