After My Ex-Boyfriend's White Moonlight Proposed to Me

Zhuang Yan didn't wear formal clothes, but put on a casual sweater, with the collar of his shirt exposed at his neck, looking carefree and pleasing to the eye.

Some people are handsome without dead ends. No matter whether it is a suit, leather shoes, or a sweater shirt, they can't resist that kind of mature masculinity.

When he smiled, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his brows softened a little, making it impossible to look away.

In the words of those star-chasing girls on the Internet, they laughed so hard that their whole body went numb.

Xie Ning's gaze moved away from that eye-catching face, and stared at the snowflake on Zhuang Yan's shoulder for a while: "You, why are you here?"

"Build you a snowman, no, a snow rabbit." Zhuang Yan shrugged, "How about it, great painter, can it catch your eye?"

I don't know how long it took Zhuang Yandui to make this snow rabbit. He folded two branches and put them on the top. He used a carrot for the nose, and then he found two long green leaves as ears from somewhere. The ends droop, like drooping.

The colors are rich and full of creativity, not to mention exquisite and beautiful, but it is quite joyful.

But Xie Ning somehow was moved by this joyful snow rabbit.

He blinked: "I like it very much."

Then sniffed: "Thank you."

Zhuang Yan chuckled lightly, "Are you so moved that you're going to cry?"

Xie Ning whispered, "I didn't cry."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows, and pulled Xie Ning to his side: "The corners of his eyes are red like this, and he still talks hard to me."

how come?

Xie Ning subconsciously touched the corners of his eyes, but he couldn't feel it after touching it for a while.

On the contrary, Zhuang Yan was amused by his action.

Xie Ning continued to insist: "This is frozen red."

"Okay." Zhuang Yan said happily, "You say it's frozen red, so it's frozen red."

Xie Ning had come out of his depression right now. He looked at Zhuang Yan and said, "Are you lying to me again? In fact, the corners of my eyes aren't red at all, right?"

Zhuang Yan was overwhelmed with joy: "Finally realized?"

Xie Ning glared at him with puffed cheeks.

Zhuang Yan sighed: "The corners of your eyes are not red, but when you got out of the car, you looked like you were about to cry."

Xie Ning was slightly taken aback.

Zhuang Yan said softly: "Why are you not happy now that you just coaxed me two days ago?"

Xie Ning shook his head: "I'm not unhappy."

Zhuang Yan sneered, as if he was laughing at him and refused to tell the truth.

He put his hands on Xie Ning's shoulders, seeing that Xie Ning didn't show any resistance, he embraced them: "Tell me, who made my Mr. Rabbit sad?"

Zhuang Yan got too close, as if he wanted to hug him, but kept a little distance.

One step further, and you can fall into his arms.

Take a step back, and the ambiguity will disappear.

He didn't wear perfume today, and his body smelled very clean, as refreshing as snow.

Xie Ning sniffed the smell, and his mind suddenly went blank.

He couldn't think of anything at the moment, he even forgot to refute the phrase "My Mr. Rabbit", and just stared at Zhuang Yan blankly with his eyes wide open.

Xie Ning's personality is cold and introverted, he doesn't like to communicate with others, he is not very close to his family, his ex-boyfriend is useless, and he only has Yan Xi as his best friend.

Yan Xi has a carefree temper and a bad temper, sometimes he can't see Xie Ning's emotional changes.

Zhuang Yan was the first person who could tell his mood at a glance and tried his best to make him happy.

This feeling was so strange that Xie Ning didn't know how to deal with it.

After a few seconds, Xie Ning reached out and grabbed Zhuang Yan's clothes: "Mr. Blue Whale."

Zhuang Yan whispered: "Huh?"

Xie Ning put his head on his neck and fell into his arms: "Let me hug you for a while."

A chuckle came from above the head: "I'm right here, I won't run, you can hold me for as long as you want."

Xie Ning closed his eyes, and felt an unprecedented warmth in this snowy day.

After a while, Xie Ning slowly came back to his senses.

He blushed belatedly, withdrew from Zhuang Yan's arms, his eyes moved aside.

It's embarrassing to see.

Zhuang Yan was in a very good mood now, and looked at Xie Ning with a smile: "Stop hugging for a while?"

Xie Ning's ears turned red in disappointment, and he shook his head: "No, no."

The Snow Rabbit watched them quietly from the side, Xie Ning only now realized that its eyes were two stones, swarthy, giving him the illusion of black jewels.

Zhuang Yan followed his gaze and touched his chin: "This rabbit is quite similar to you."

Xie Ning opened his eyes wide: "Where does it look like?"

Zhuang Yan pondered solemnly: "They are all so white, so cute, and so eye-catching. Oh, by the way, you look unhappy, and your ears are drooping just like it."

Xie Ning glanced at him quickly: "How can I!"

Zhuang Yan continued: "The staring looks are exactly the same."

Xie Ning didn't even dare to look at Zhuang Yan, but Zhuang Yan still refused to let him go.

"But there's one thing that doesn't look like..." Zhuang Yan dragged his voice, "You look much better when you're shy."

"..."

Xie Ning... Xie Ning didn't know what to say at all.

Zhuang Yan stared at him for a while, his heart was rippling, as if a bottle of water was swaying slowly.

Xie Ning's appearance like this is too cute and innocent.

He couldn't help but want to smoke a cigarette to suppress the animal thoughts in his heart.

"It's too cold outside." Xie Ning talked about him, "It's still snowing, let's go in and talk."

Zhuang Yan said, "It's quite cold."

As he said that, he took off his scarf and wrapped it around Snow Rabbit: "Mr. Rabbit can't go in with us, I'm afraid he will freeze to death."

Xie Ning: "..."

are you crazy.

He couldn't help cursing inwardly.

But he felt warm as if he was wrapped in a scarf.

Zhuang Yan was about to leave, but was stopped by Xie Ning: "Wait."

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Yan looked back at him.

Xie Ning took a step forward, reached out and patted Zhuang Yan's shoulder, brushed off the snow on it, and tiptoed to reach the snow on top of his head: "How long have you been outside, your body is covered in snow, look at it from a distance Looks like a snowman."

Zhuang Yan smiled: "It's been a long time. Snow rabbits are not easy to pile up. I piled them up bit by bit, and no one helped me at all."

Xie Ning: "Why are you making a rabbit?"

Zhuang extended his hand to pull him, but Xie Ning's hand was shivering from the cold touch, but this time he didn't struggle.

The corners of Zhuang Yan's lips raised slightly: "Didn't you draw me a blue whale? I just want to give you a rabbit in return."

Xie Ning said "ah", "That... was just a random drawing."

Zhuang Yan didn't care: "I also piled it up casually."

The two entered the house while talking.

Xie Ning immediately looked down at Zhuang Yan's hand after turning on the light.

Sure enough, those hands were red from the cold because they had caught too much snow.

Only then did Zhuang Yan drop the burden of being an idol, and clicked his tongue: "I'm freezing to death."

Xie Ning gave him a distressed look, then ran into the kitchen and poured him a cup of hot milk.

Even if Zhuang Yan doesn't like to drink milk, he can still warm his hands.

Xie Ning didn't realize at all that Zhuang Yan had no reason to come to eat, but he still "entered the house" and entered the gate of his house.

Now that he has calmed down, the depression he felt when he came back from Mr. Xie was gone. Looking at Zhuang Yan who was leaning on the sofa, he was at a loss again.

What if Zhuang Yan asked him why he was unhappy?

Xie Ning pursed his lips.

Zhuang Yan saw his embarrassment in his eyes, and said very considerately: "You don't have to worry about me, just do what you usually want to do, and I'll warm your hands here."

Xie Ning hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Would you...would you like to watch me draw?"

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to draw?"

"En." Xie Ning replied, hesitatingly said, "I promised you earlier, I haven't finished painting the scene of "Monologue"."

Zhuang Yan seemed to have just remembered this: "I'd have forgotten if you didn't tell me."

The heat on Xie Ning's face had almost faded, and he looked at Zhuang Yan with sparkling eyes: "The scene where the protagonist is kicked out of the theater is very classic in the movie, I'm afraid I can't draw it well."

Zhuang Yan rubbed his head and said with a smile: "Mr. XN is so good, how can he not draw well."

Xie Ning was usually praised too much, and he didn't think it was a big deal, but Zhuang Yan's simple sentence made him blush with embarrassment.

Yuemo is that Zhuang Yan's eyes are higher than the top, and he is harsh and critical in his evaluation, so it is even more rare to hear him praise others.

Zhuang Yan had been to Xie Ning's studio before, and now he moved a small stool with ease, and sat beside him to watch Xie Ning draw.

On the shore of Lake Tyumen, Xie Ning was sketching, but this time he used a digital tablet to draw, so the technique and style of painting are completely different.

The draft was done long ago, and Zhuang Yan usually communicates with the art team of the production crew a lot, so there will be no pressure to appreciate it.

He looked at it for a while, then involuntarily moved his eyes to the side, and turned to Xie Ning's face.

Xie Ning lowered his head when painting, with a serious and focused expression, his eyes seemed to contain thousands of stars, which were scorchingly bright.

I don't know who said this sentence: Men who work hard are the most seductive.

Zhuang Yan stared at Xie Ning for a long time, feeling that he had been teased again.

Xie Ning was afraid that he would be bored sitting next to him, so he chatted with him about "Monologue" while painting.

"This scene uses a long shot in the movie. I think the director wants to emphasize the truth."

The long lens captures the scene by the lake clearly, the sparkling lake, the branches blown by the breeze on the shore, all kinds of pedestrians walking by the lake...

The main character limped across the lake with his broken leg.

But no one noticed this down-and-out drama actor.

Zhuang Yan put his hands on the table, chose an angle, and looked at Xie Ning with his chin: "The protagonist of "Monologue" is a drama actor suffering from delusional disorder. He always fantasizes that he is a great and much-anticipated protagonist, but in reality In fact, he can only play a small role that no one pays attention to at a time."

Xie Ning and Zhuang Yan clearly had the same understanding: "He can't tell the difference between imagination and reality, and he can't tell the difference between inside and outside the play. And most of the audience can't tell the difference, and many people don't even realize that the protagonist's memories Much of the 'past' was the drama he acted in rather than his real life."

Chatting with like-minded people is such a pleasure, you say the last sentence, and he can immediately follow the next sentence.

Zhuang Yan agreed with Xie Ning's initial point of view: "So I...the director deliberately used long shots here to tell the audience that this down-and-out protagonist who no one pays attention to is the real one."

Authenticity is the key to this scene.

When painting this scene, Shanin did not use bold color combinations, nor did he use dark gray and dark tones.

The former is too dramatic and absurd, while the latter is too vague.

Shainin used twilight tones.

It is a warm tone, but with a sense of desolation and loneliness.

It coincides with Zhuang Yan's thoughts.

Zhuang Yan lowered his gaze and scanned the entire picture. When Xie Ning drew the scene, he didn't copy the picture from the movie, but added his own understanding to make changes.

Every change seemed to be on the tip of Zhuang Yan's heart, which made him realize: Yes, that's what I want to express.

Suddenly, an idea came to his mind.

If Xie Ning is invited to participate in the art design of his new movie, will it hit it off and create a new spark.

As soon as this thought came up, it gripped his heart tightly.

Xie Ning is the original artist, although he drew the original game before... Zhuang Yan believes in his talent and strength.

I also believe that with his degree of fit with himself, he will be able to draw the essence of what he wants.

As for Xie Ning's lack of experience and practice in film and television original painting, it doesn't matter, he can slowly guide and adjust.

Zhuang Yan gave himself a thumbs up in his heart, thinking that this idea is simply genius and perfect.

But, will Xie Ning agree?

He doesn't seem to be short of money, nor is he the kind of painter who seeks fame.

Zhuang Yan stroked his chin, thinking about how to lure Xie Ning away.

Xie Ning happened to glance at him sideways, and said, "Many of Zhuang Yan's films are very interesting, and I especially like the images he uses in the films. Sometimes there is no need for lines or even characters, and only the images can express his thoughts."

Hearing his own name suddenly, Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment.

He belatedly remembered that he never told Xie Ning that he was Zhuang Yan.

In just a few meetings, the two established a deep friendship, and over time they forgot that they didn't even exchange names.

But that doesn't matter either.

A name is just a title.Zhuang Yan thought.

Moreover, he could listen to Xie Ning's evaluation of him from the perspective of a third party, especially Xie Ning's praise of him.

Zhuang Yan felt refreshed all over his body, as if he was floating in the air.

Speaking of which... Xie Ning seems to have always liked his movies.

If the invitation is in the name of Zhuang Yan, Xie Ning should be reluctant to refuse, right?

His heart was about to move, and he couldn't help calling out to Xie Ning.

"What's wrong?" Xie Ning had already lowered his head, picked up the digital pen and continued to scribble on the board, he casually responded to Zhuang Yan, "Are you bored watching it?"

Zhuang Yan shook his head: "It suddenly occurred to me that there is something I forgot to tell you, but I didn't mean to keep it from you."

Xie Ning didn't care too much: "What's the matter?"

For some reason, Zhuang Yan became inexplicably nervous: "Actually, I am..."

Before the words landed, they were interrupted by the sudden ringing of the mobile phone.

Xie Ning subconsciously looked in the direction of the ringtone, it was Zhuang Yan's cell phone.

Caller ID, Zhao Yang.

Zhuang Yan answered the phone expressionlessly, with a gloomy tone, revealing his displeasure at being disturbed in the two world of Xie Ning.

"Call me at this time, you'd better pray that you really have something important to tell me."

The author has something to say: I added an extra paragraph at the end in case you misunderstood again and would lose your horse.

Congratulations to Ningning for missing the opportunity to pick up the Zhuangzhuang vest X2

When writing this chapter, I was also moved by Zhuang Zhuang, how could he be so-so warm! ! !