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

The reflection of the setting sun on the surface of the river was dyed orange.

Meng Zhijin looked at the scenery in front of her and said to Cheng Xi, "If you want."

With a calm voice, she once again put the choice in Cheng Xi's hands.

This answer sounded a bit cunning but it was highly suggestive. It meant that she acquiesced and only looked at Cheng Xi's answer.

Cheng Xi hooked her lips when she asked this question, she felt that Meng Zhijin would answer like this.

Ambiguity is unclear through the lens.

Cheng Xi leaned back on the bench and pretended to be relaxed and teased: "It's been so long, Teacher Meng still likes to be vague..."

The voice seemed to be smiling or resentful, and it was difficult to distinguish the emotions in the slightly curved eyes.

Cheng Xi changed her crossed legs, turned her head and looked at the person carrying the camera in the dark behind her: "Do I think it will definitely happen? If so, this camera and those people behind will not exist. "

Cheng Xi's voice was not loud enough for the two of them to hear.

Meng Zhijin sat aside, with a calm back, she was slowly stroking the Polaroid finger that she brought with her in the amusement park last time.

It was as if a needle had been pierced into her heart, and then it was pulled out violently.

No bloodstains can be seen, but it seems to be connected to the pain of all limbs.

If you don't look at it, it doesn't mean that the gap doesn't exist.

Every time the past and the future are involved, the dark canyon will crack a little, just like burning charcoal being splashed with a scoop of cold water.

"Let's go, Teacher Meng." After saying that, Cheng Xi stood up and she resumed the state of the show just now: "We old people will continue to clock in and wander around slowly."

Because everyone was trying to clock in to earn points, the recording of the show ended very late, and everyone slept until noon.

It was really too hot, so the recording in the afternoon was played indoor games in Sun Ran and Gao Mingtai's luxury duplex apartment.

The game is very simple, that is, the director asks questions within the specified time, and the two couples in the romantic cabin take turns to answer the questions. Points are awarded for correct answers, and no points are deducted for wrong answers.

Yu Tong and Xu Changyan were in the first group. Two people chose and answered the questions. Relying on their understanding of each other, the rate of wrong questions was extremely low. Almost all of them stumbled were some common sense. Soon, there were only ten seconds left in the stipulated time. The director Read out the last question: "Can alcohol and sleeping pills be taken together?"

Yu Tong looked at the countdown watch, without thinking, said directly: "Yes!"

But she didn't want the director to give her a shaking head expression: "Unfortunately, the answer is wrong."

"Why is this not possible!" Yu Tong was puzzled.

"Yeah, why?" This also touched Xu Changyan's knowledge blind spot, so he couldn't help being a little surprised.

"It seems really impossible..." Su Miaomiao tried to join the conversation, but was interrupted by Sun Ran again: "I almost did that last time, why?"

"Of course not." Cheng Xi shook her head and explained, "Not only will it not promote sleep, but it will also have a counterproductive effect."

"Sister Cheng Xi, how do you know?" Yu Tong looked at Cheng Xi who was explaining calmly, feeling incredible.

"Because I tried it." Cheng Xi rested her chin, took a sip of the wine at hand, and described the feeling to everyone at the time: "Take sleeping pills and wine together, and you will feel sleepy and unable to sleep. The brain is Swelling, and then you are still crying, unable to control it at all, and have a pessimistic thought that the world will never get better, and neither will I."

Cheng Xi didn't speak carefully, but it made people feel the discomfort.

The crooked eyes contained some indifference and casualness, as if the person who had actually experienced all this was not her narrator.

It's the people around who are very distressed.

Yu Tong's small face wrinkled as he listened: "Sister Cheng Xi, what have you been through these years..."

"Oh, I've been fine for a long time." Cheng Xi stretched out her hand and twisted Yu Tong's small face, held the wine glass and looked at the camera facing her, and said solemnly: "So audience friends, don't try it. What time brings to oneself is not relief, but pain. Exercise is a good way to release everything."

Sun Ran echoed: "It's like this. Sometimes exercise does help. When you are in good health, your mood will be much better. The most important thing is not to let yourself go into a dead end."

"Yeah." Cheng Xi nodded.

In fact, she didn't care about these a long time ago, and the pain that can be said is no longer pain.

But at this time, a warm and cool enthusiasm clung to Cheng Xi's lap while everyone was chatting.

She lowered her head in surprise, but saw Meng Zhijin's hand quietly landed on her lap.

Throughout the chat on this topic, Meng Zhijin didn't speak.

The hand on the knee, like the comfort silent in everyone's words, really fell on the old wound, holding the ugliness gently.

Cheng Xi doesn't like such intimate contact with people, but Meng Zhijin always seems to be the exception.

She just pretended not to notice, and let Meng Zhijin's palm fall on it.

It's like someone told you that you don't need to be so strong.

She is willing to help you share.

"Okay, Yutou and Changyan have answered 15 questions correctly this time, and they will earn [-] points." The director group calculated the points of Yu Tong's group, pushed the re-prepared blackboard for drawing questions back and sat down, interrupting everyone's discussion. Chatting, "The next group is Teacher Meng and Teacher Cheng."

Cheng Xi and Meng Zhijin sat on the cushion in front after hearing the words, and said, "Let's get started."

"Who will smoke first?" asked the director.

"Me." Cheng Xi looked at the blackboard with good categories, and said, "I choose life."

The director nodded, and picked out a question about life: "Teacher Cheng listens to the question, what is the thing that Teacher Meng likes to do most when he is not filming?"

Cheng Xi thought for a while and said, "Read a book, watch a movie."

"Is there no more?" The director asked in a long voice, his eyes seemed to remind Cheng Xi that she didn't answer completely.

Cheng Xi pursed her lower lip lightly, looked at the tablet on the director's lap, and guessed that this question must be related to Meng Zhijin's interview.

Recalling the surprise attack, she seemed to have remembered something, and she guessed and said: "...weaving a scarf?"

"Weaving a scarf? Is it right..."

The director looked at Cheng Xi, and purposely put it off, and then played the video on the projection screen beside him.

It was a one-person interview that Meng Zhijin participated in after "Daylight" won seven awards at the Jade Awards.

At that time, she looked the same as now, except that the long hair behind her ears was longer than now, and it was as soft as a jet-black waterfall.

"I know that Zhijin usually reads books and watches movies to enrich herself in her spare time. Is there anything new you like recently?" the host asked.

"Weaving a scarf." Meng Zhijin thought for a while and replied.

"Scarf? Is it for someone?" The host asked again.

"When "Daylight" was filmed in the eastern suburbs, the Internet was often disconnected, and when I was free, I would knit scarves." Meng Zhijin recalled, there were still not many fluctuations in her calm eyes, "It's different from reading books in movies. You can put it down and pick it up anytime.”

But Cheng Xi knew better than anyone else that the scarf was finally given to herself.

Giving it to yourself first, being able to put it down and pick it up at any time is just a race against time.

Memories floated restlessly with the conversations in the video, and the warmth of winter fell softly on Cheng Xi's neck.

It's just that she is still looking up, but the progress bar below has reached the end.

The director's excited voice came over: "Congratulations, Mr. Cheng, the answer is correct!"

The memory didn't stop, Cheng Xi held it down, and smiled triumphantly at the camera, pretending to be safe.

The timer was still counting down rapidly in the camera. After this question was over, the director looked at Meng Zhijin again: "Teacher Meng, please choose."

"Cognition." Meng Zhijin said.

Director: "At what age did Teacher Cheng start learning ballet, and how many years have you studied?"

"Six years old, I've been studying for ten years." Meng Zhijin answered quickly without any hesitation.It was as if she had stored these answers in a memory box long ago, and she could see them when she opened them.

This kind of reaction is unconsciously tacit to the audience and fans, as well as the carefulness between the couple.

But for the parties involved, it was another storm blown from memories...

Cheng Xi still remembers that the first time she and Meng Zhijin talked about this matter was during the filming of the scene where Yue tutored Ye.

She is more professional than Meng Zhijin. In the play, it is Meng Zhijin who teaches her, but outside the play, she teaches Meng Zhijin.

They filmed this scene all morning, probably because they still missed the feeling of dancing ballet. After the filming was over, Cheng Xi didn't rush to change clothes and eat, but sat on the floor of the ballet classroom to rest.

The props of the crew are fairly detailed, and the yarn provided by the props is very fluffy, and it doesn't feel rough when rubbed with fingers.

Cheng Xi was looking down at the simple skirt on her body when a figure walked into the mirror.

Meng Zhijin didn't leave in a hurry, and sat beside her: "At what age did you start learning ballet?"

Cheng Xi was a little surprised that Meng Zhijin sat over suddenly, but she didn't reject it, and replied, "Six years old, I was sent to elementary school when I first started."

"It's early, isn't it?" Meng Zhijin asked.

Cheng Xi nodded, she stretched her ballet shoes, and smiled: "Maybe it's because it started too early, so it ended earlier than others."

At the age of 16, Cheng Xi hurt her back, and not just her back.

It doesn't matter if it's fate that tricks people, or the father's sins are passed on to the children.Internal troubles and external aggression, the two sides were attacking, all her dreams were forcibly pulled to another track, and she became a burden attached to someone else's roof.

The girl's unwillingness and gloom were buried in her smile, and she could see clearly in the mirror.

Meng Zhijin stretched out her hand to help Cheng Xi bid farewell to the broken hair hanging on the side of her face, then changed the subject and asked, "Why do you want to act?"

"If I say I think it's fun, do you think I'm too sorry for this profession?" Cheng Xi told the truth, but also a little nervous.

She has never cared about the eyes of others, but for some reason she cares a little bit about the opinion of the person sitting next to her at the moment.

It's just that she still can't learn or speak beautiful words, so she just waits for this person to judge her.

Not long after waiting, Cheng Xi saw Meng Zhijin shaking her head in the mirror: "If it was you, no."

Cheng Xiwu just laughed.

Not only heard her denial, but also heard this person's preference.

She likes to be favored.

After a pause, Cheng Xi added: "Actually, it's not just for fun, I also want to make more money, so I can let it go earlier."

Young and immature, his words can't hide his emotions.

Meng Zhijin could see that Cheng Xi had someone to complain about, so she raised her hand and put it on her head: "Act well, don't be impetuous, you are very talented, and one day you will definitely become popular."

At that time, Meng Zhijin's hand was even colder than now, but when he rubbed his long hair, it was a little warm.

And this little bit of warmth is like a bonfire encountered by a traveler walking in winter, enough to warm her cold body.

For the first time, Cheng Xi was a little reserved, lowered her head and joked, "I thought Teacher Meng wanted me to guard against arrogance and impetuosity."

"You don't have to guard against arrogance, you can be proud." Meng Zhijin said.

The man's voice was calm, but it was like a drop of water falling into a pool of water. Just one drop caused large ripples.

Cheng Xi felt the favoritism given to her more strongly than before, and heard the sound of her heart beating unexpectedly.

It's like a heartbeat.

……

Similar to Yu Tong and Xu Changyan, the two people's problems are also small things about each other mixed with some life and entertainment problems.

The countdown puts a pump on people's nerves that is constantly tightened. With the director's question, the door lock of memory is also pried open.

Those memories are piled up, as if no one has forgotten them.

"For the last question, please watch the following video, Mr. Meng." The director said, and clicked on the prepared video.

It was a resplendent ceremony, and the words on the big screen at the back were mosaiced, but with the real-time broadcast of the two rows of four people below, people could tell which award ceremony it should be.

Cheng Xi is in the lower left corner of the picture, with crimson lips and long curly hair, her aura is so open that people can't move their eyes away even if they want to.

"Wow, sister Cheng Xi is so beautiful."

"Which award is this?"

"Is that over there Teacher Chen?"

……

While the video was playing, other people in the audience discussed the scene.

Cheng Xi just sat aside and looked at herself in the picture, her eyes sank just now with a smile on her face.

Before everyone could discuss anything more, the director asked: "Ask me, this is the first time Mr. Cheng has participated in the Jade Award Ceremony, and what is the nomination you got!"

"The second time." Meng Zhijin replied.

"That time she was nominated for Best Actress."