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

The magnolia grown in the master's yard opened the wind and skipped the yard, and large pieces of pure white swayed on the branches.

A light fragrance of flowers floated into the yard, and along with Meng Zhijin's smell, it seemed that the wind also blows into Cheng Xi's heart, causing waves in her world.

Meng Zhijin approached suddenly, and there was no distance at all.

The shadows projected on the ground overlapped together in the camera, clearly outlining the details of Meng Zhijin holding Cheng Xi's wrist.

She seemed to have no intention of teasing and teasing, but it really started from her.

Cheng Xi felt that Meng Zhijin was too close to her.She tied up her loose hair today to keep cool.

The ear with a pearl earring just exposed Meng Zhijin's breath without turning, just brushing past her voice.

It seems that there is still a ray that has skipped the corner of her lips.

The hard-to-capture scorching heat made Cheng Xi's mind suddenly flash the kiss that Meng Zhijin caught off guard under the starry sky that day.

Soft and delicate, it has not faded over time.

"See if it goes a lot smoother this way."

Meng Zhijin's voice rang next to Cheng Xi's ear, pulling her wandering thoughts back at once.

I don't know if it's the characteristics of the silk thread itself, or Meng Zhijin's technique. The thread that was a little frizzy just now really becomes smooth again, and even coated with a layer of luster that is very different from the thread next to it.

"Yes." Cheng Xi couldn't help but nodded, but her usually shrewd eyes were a little blunt.

Perhaps this place is too pure-hearted, Meng Zhijin's every movement is also extraordinarily careful.

Her drooping eyelashes curved slightly into an arc, holding the clean and bright light that fell in from the outside of the yard, which made people feel extraordinarily sinful to think of such a thing.

The master originally wanted to come over and correct Cheng Xi, but now seeing Meng Zhijin nodding in relief: "That's right, that's how it is."

"Don't worry, everything is difficult at the beginning, let's comb the thread first, and then start the next step."

Cheng Xi listened and nodded.

Looking for the feeling of Meng Zhijin holding her wrist just now, she slowly began to comb the thread.

Although it was true that the combing was not as good as Meng Zhijin's at the beginning, but after repeated back and forth several times, it had that beautiful luster.

Then practice makes perfect, and soon she combed her thread completely.

Cheng Xi felt a sense of accomplishment, and looked up at Meng Zhijin: "Teacher Meng."

Under the light, the smooth wool reflects the jewel-like red gradient beautifully, just like the bright tail of a fox.

Meng Zhijin looked deeply at Cheng Xi, nodded in her eyes showing off to her, and admitted, "Better than me."

The smile on Cheng Xi's face deepened when he heard it.

After the velvet was finished, the two of them followed the master and began to separate the velvet with annealed copper wire, then cut the separated velvet one by one, twisted one by one into fine and dense velvet strips, and trimmed the pointed ends with scissors. tip.

These steps are very easy to see others doing, but it is a bit difficult to do it yourself.

However, Cheng Xi learned the next few steps very quickly compared to the Dagen who combed the silk thread just now.

With flexible fingers, she twisted it left and right, and soon a loosely arranged velvet strip came out, and then rubbed it with the washboard, and the fine and plush feeling of the velvet strip was fully presented.

"Miss Cheng did a great job." The master looked at it with his hands behind his back, and nodded in satisfaction.

Hearing this, Cheng Xi admired her achievements, and looked at Meng Zhijin intentionally or unintentionally.

It's also interesting to say.

Just now when this person was going along the line, he was still so easy to catch, but when he switched to the tip, his speed slowed down.

The high ponytail fell slightly, and the neck raised a beautiful curve.

She was sitting like this, holding her chin with one hand, and the smile on the corner of her eyes and eyebrows really looked like an unscrupulous little junior sister who was usually praised by her master.

"Mr. Meng can't do well?" Complacent, Cheng Xi rarely took the initiative to talk to Meng Zhijin.

"Yeah." Meng Zhijin trimmed the velvet in her hand, looking a little distressed, "I can't always control the angle."

Revenge is always one of the reasons why foxes have naughty ideas.

Cheng Xi thought about how unscrupulous Meng Zhijin was in front of the camera just now, and said, "Then please beg me. Please, I will teach you."

It's just that Cheng Xi's calculation was wrong.

The sunlight passed through the leaves and became milder, and a familiar shadow covered the sunlight on Cheng Xi's side.

The finger that was holding the velvet caught her T-shirt, and then Meng Zhijin, who generally showed her aloofness in front of the camera, gently pulled the clothes in that hand, saying: "Please, Child."

The bones of the fingers hooking the corners of the clothes are clear, and the raised eyes show a kind of weakness that contrasts with the coldness but does not make people feel unsuitable.

Others have never seen this side of Meng Zhijin, but Cheng Xi has, and more than once.

It is precisely because she has seen it before that her heart beats harder than others.

She almost forgot that the current Meng Zhijin is a guy who climbs up smoothly.

This time it is.

Last time under the stars... also.

I also forgot, when did Meng Zhijin fail to respond to her requests?

Cheng Xi's ears burned, and then she agreed: "Then you, bring the things here, and I'll teach you."

Meng Zhijin obeyed, and took her things to Cheng Xi's desk.

The two foam blocks used to place the velvet were next to each other, and Meng Zhijin moved her chair and bumped into Cheng Xi's chair again.

Shadows overlapped on the wall, Meng Zhijin got very close to Cheng Xi again in the starless day.

From the corner of her eye, she could see her focus on her hands, which made her wrists twitch inexplicably.

Cheng Xi felt that this person seemed to have no sense of distance when he was serious.

Could it be that she also does this when she is filming scenes with other actors?

Cheng Xi felt more emotional for some reason.

It's just that the staff present, the velvet flower master, and even the inside of the camera, seem to be the only one who cares about such small things.

Frowning, Cheng Xi inserted the fleece she had just trimmed into the foam block.

The wire pierced into the foam, making a crisp and subtle sound.

It seemed to be reminding her, stop thinking about it, and put all your attention back on the velvet.

After a pause, Cheng Xi picked out Meng Zhijin's velvet, and signaled: "It will be better if you hold it in your hand like this."

Meng Zhijin nodded, picked up the velvet in her hand, and carefully observed Cheng Xi's gestures.

It's almost closer than before.

Cheng Xi stood upright like this, conscientiously acting as a model for Meng Zhijin, not knowing whether she really took advantage of Meng Zhijin just now, or Meng Zhijin used this opportunity to molested herself again.

After quite a while, maybe only a second or two, Meng Zhijin withdrew his gaze from Cheng Xi's hand, nodded seriously and said, "I understand."

Cheng Xi also withdrew her hand, blinked and said, "Then, let's try to do it."

Maybe it's because I, the teacher, really has a bit of skill in plucking people. Meng Zhijin's trimming speed is much faster and more proficient.

She trimmed the remaining velvet strips very efficiently, and even the master who sat down to rest nodded her approval and praised her without hesitation: "Miss Cheng's speech is also good, she is better than me." Apprentices are welcome."

Cheng Xi smiled a little embarrassedly, looking at the fleece that she and Meng Zhijin put together, her eyes were not relaxed.

She didn't know what mood Meng Zhijin was in when she was teaching her just now, anyway, as a teacher, she was quite distracted.

Meng Zhijin's falling gaze fell on her hand without any cover, and she was so close that she could clearly see the small mole on the side of her face.

It is still as regular as in memory, light black with a kind of light gray mist.

With a light kiss, you can touch her ear, and then...

"Uh...kid."

"Then we can use tweezers to fold the velvet strips in half to look like petals and arrange them as we want."

The master's voice suddenly pulled Cheng Xi's drifting thoughts back, and put off the brakes for her like an emergency brake.

"You two can try to assemble the flowers together." The master said.

Cheng Xi looked at the master's teacher, wondering if the sudden intrusion distracted her concentration, she didn't listen carefully to the next explanation, but fortunately she did well, and soon a red flower The gradually changing crabapple flowers took shape and bloomed from her fingertips.

Finally, under the demonstration of the master, Meng Zhijin combined the flowers made by the two with the flowers and leaves provided by the master.

The master nodded satisfied with the bouquet of soft hairpin crabapple flowers: "That's great, can you give this flower a name?"

Cheng Xi couldn't think of a good name for a while, and felt that he didn't read much, and the name he chose was afraid of making a joke, so he pushed this difficult task to Meng Zhijin: "Mr. Meng, come."

Meng Zhijin didn't pause either, just looked at the flower in her hand, and said, "Let's call it...'Future Like Hibiscus'."

Cheng Xi was taken aback when she heard the name.

The master spoke before her, nodded and said: "The future is bright, it is a good name, and the meaning is also good."

"According to the standards of apprentices, how many points should the teacher give for each link of Mr. Meng and Mr. Cheng?" At this time, the accompanying director of the director group asked.

At the end of the scoring experience, the program team did not discuss and say hello to the master in advance.

The master paused to think for a while, and then listed the items according to his usual assessment, saying one by one: "Because they are not professional apprentices, our skills can't be sloppy at all, so I don't give ten points."

"Cross the silk, Miss Meng can get nine points, Miss Cheng is almost eight points."

"Ms. Meng has eight points for twisting velvet, and Miss Cheng has nine points."

"Assembling the petals, Ms. Meng and Ms. Cheng cooperated, so they scored them together. It's eight points. It's almost not very beautiful at the end, and the knot here is not perfect."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, master." The director said politely to the master.

Then she took the mobile phone handed over by the staff, and read: "Then we calculated that for this velvet flower experience tour, Mr. Meng and Mr. Cheng each scored 27 points, a total of 54 points. Congratulations."

"According to the rules of this task, the total points obtained by the two are divided by the number of participating projects. The total points obtained this time: 18 points, congratulations."

As the sun was setting and the day's recording was finally over, Cheng Xi and his party boarded the car back.

The red lights ahead were on, and the returning family formed a traffic jam during the evening rush hour.

The driver has no right to relieve boredom. No music or radio is played in the car. The quietness is quite different from the bustle of the evening outside.

Cheng Xi was bored looking at the street scene outside the window, and involuntarily thought of the velvet flower making with Meng Zhijin in the morning, as well as the name of the velvet flower lying in the box in her hand.

Slightly squinting her eyes, Cheng Xi held her chin and looked at Meng Zhijin, who was beside her, and asked inexplicably, "Mr. Meng, do you know the meaning of 'the future is like a hibiscus'?"

Meng Zhijin nodded: "I know."

Cheng Xi raised her eyebrows.

Looking at Meng Zhijin's indifference, she felt that this person might not care about these things, and the smile in her eyes became more cunning, and she deliberately asked: "Then what does Teacher Meng mean?"

The windshield reflected the red light of the vehicle ahead, and the car made by the two moved slowly.

Meng Zhijin met Cheng Xi's eyes calmly after hearing this, and the huge decorative tree outside the shopping mall passing by outside the window cast a stream of light on her: "I hope you are in front of me, and one day you can be like me, and get what you want. Get it, get what you want."

Cheng Xi paused while holding the box in her arms.

It was as if a grand sunset storm swept past his heart, and the raging fire made her stubborn and awkward beliefs crumble.