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

Xie Ning didn't have the habit of acknowledging his bed.

But the first time he stayed at Zhuang Yan's house, he rolled on the pillow for a long time but couldn't get sleepy.

Even though he knew that the mattress and pillows were new, lying on them, he still felt the smell of Zhuang Yan everywhere.

Zhuang Yan occasionally uses men's perfume, not many times, most of which are based on moss, giving people a wild and tough feeling, but gentle and calm.

It is difficult for ordinary people to control, but it is very suitable for Zhuang Yan.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but now Xie Ning feels this smell lingering on the tip of his nose.

He was wrapped in the quilt for a while, his face became hotter and redder, and finally he simply lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

There is a thick carpet on the floor, and it is not cold to step on it with bare feet.

The room Zhuang Yan arranged for him was very big, and the bedside lamp was dim yellow, shining on the face of the person, giving off a warmth like the warm sun.

The balcony and the room were separated by a sliding glass door, and Xie Ning pulled the heavy curtain aside.

The moonlight poured in, outlining the faint, fluorescent-like graceful outline of his body.

Xie Ning didn't know how the sound insulation was here, so he didn't dare to make any big movements for fear of disturbing Zhuang Yan next door.

But I guess I didn't hear any movement next door all night, so the sound insulation effect should be very good.

He sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly for a while facing the moonlight.

What happened at night was so sudden that he was in a daze, almost responding to what Zhuang Yan said.

Only at this time did he feel that he was really brought to his home by Zhuang Yan.

He picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and slowly turned to Dr. Ji's contact information.

Instead of calling, you can always send a message, right?

He clicked on the text message and poked through it letter by letter.

[Hello, Doctor Ji, my name is Xie Ning. I have some psychological problems and I want to consult you. When should I make an appointment? 】

After typing, he slowly checked it word by word to make sure there were no mistakes.

But I can't press the send button anyway.

His fingers hung over the screen and began to tremble unconsciously again.

Xie Nin bit his lip, trying his best to restrain the fear that was churning in his heart.

Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door.

The sound is very soft, but still clearly audible in the quiet night.

Xie Ning was startled, his hands trembled, and the phone slapped to the ground.

He quickly bent down to pick up the phone and turned it over to have a look.

I don't know if I pressed something in my panic just now, but the three words "sent" are displayed on the phone screen.

Xie Ning: ...

Xie Ning:! ! !

He clicked on the sending history to confirm several times, and he did accidentally send that paragraph to Dr. Ji's cell phone just now.

SMS is not WeChat, sending cannot be withdrawn.

When the dust settled, finally he didn't have to struggle any more, Xie Ning didn't know whether he should breathe a sigh of relief.

He wanted to settle this matter before the movie officially started.

Zhuang Yan, Zhuang Yan is such a good person, Xie Ning didn't want to keep him waiting.

For so many years, he seemed to have trapped himself in a closed castle, and all the love and hate, right and wrong outside had nothing to do with him.

And now, there finally appeared such a person who allowed him to touch the existence of emotion and made him willing to take the initiative to leave the castle.

Let him realize that he can still love someone like an ordinary person.

He tried to get out of the shadow of the past and stepped on the thorns.

Because he didn't want to miss the tenderness that was only once in this life.

At the door, Zhuang Yan probably heard some movement, knocked on the door again, and asked softly, "Ning Ning, are you asleep?"

"No." Xie Ning withdrew his mind, dawdled for a while, and adjusted his clothes and demeanor before running to open the door for Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan didn't enter the room, leaning against the door: "I'll just talk to you at the door."

Xie Ning asked, "Yes, what's the matter?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep." Zhuang Yan smiled lowly, and miraculously found something from behind, "This is for you."

Xie Ning was taken aback.

It's a blue whale doll.

The lights in the corridor were not turned on, and in the darkness, Zhuang Yan's eyes were gentle: "With it by your side, you should be able to have a good dream."

Xie Nin felt the soft cloth under his fingertips.

Somewhere in the bottom of my heart seemed to be filled with this kind of softness.

With the company of the blue whale doll, Xie Ning really slept peacefully until the next morning.

When he went downstairs, Zhuang Yan had already prepared breakfast and was waiting for him.

"I wanted to fry an egg for you, but I remembered that you don't like this, so forget it." Zhuang Yan said.

Xie Ning has a general feeling towards eggs and doesn't dislike them, but he won't take the initiative to eat them either.

On Xie Ning's table was a bowl of tofu nao, salty, with mustard and chopped green onion.

Next to it was a cup of his favorite hot milk, still steaming.

Xie Ning: "You know my taste pretty well."

Zhuang Yan smiled: "It's not difficult to find out after a few more observations."

The tofu nao was tender and delicious, and Xie Ning ate most of it in a short while.

Zhuang Yan asked him casually: "Eggs are quite nutritious, why don't you like them?"

"It's because it's so nutritious." Xie Ning smiled, recalling the past, "In the third year of high school, the school gave out a boiled egg every day, saying it was to supplement our nutrition, and the teacher must watch us eat it up .”

No matter how delicious something is, if you are forced to eat it for a year, it will become dull.

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "You reminded me, it seems that I will change the taste for you every day in the future, so as not to let you get bored of it one day."

Xie Ning: "...I didn't mean that."

Zhuang Yan said to himself: "That's the deal, I will contract your daily breakfast from now on."

... There is no one in a hurry to make breakfast for others.

A bowl of bean curd nao soon bottomed out, Xie Ning stared at the exposed white porcelain jade bi for a long time, but didn't want to understand whether he took advantage of this matter or Zhuang Yan took advantage of it.

……

Not long after Xie Ning tidied up his studio at Zhuang Yan's house, it was time to go out to collect scenery.

Not many people went there, except for Zhuang Yan, Zhao Yang and Wang Zhuan, there were also assistant directors, photographers and several assistants, about 10 people in total.

"Hengdian has a Shanghai beach film and television tourism filming base. Most of the scenes should be found, and then the Chedun film and television base in Shanghai is going to go around. I remember there is a Baidu Bridge there, right? There are a few scenes that are more suitable for shooting there. There is also a Minguo Street in Chongqing, you may have to go and see it..."

Zhuang Yan also circled a few possible locations for shooting: "The scenery in the Republic of China is not very good, and some special scenes may need to be built from scratch. I am almost done writing the sub-shots, and the art team will provide drawings as soon as possible. The scenes are divided into shots... Anyway, I'm busy these days."

"It's just these days." Zhao Yang said with experience, "This is just the preliminary preparation. Not to mention the casting and setting, the filming will take half a year, plus the post-production, screening and award participation..."

He finally took a long sigh and came to a conclusion: "If you don't say anything, you will have to be busy for a year."

Xie Ning: "..."

"Scaremongering." Zhuang Yan glanced at him with a sneer, "It's as if Zhou and I have been exploiting you all year round, and it's not like I didn't give you time to rest."

Wang gradually raised his eyelids, and then hurt him: "That's not true, you are much better at exploiting people than Zhou Papier."

Zhuang Yan: "...Roll, I'm much more handsome than him."

Everyone was arguing for a while, but they still had to work hard honestly, who made Zhuang Yan not only a director, but also a half-financial father.

The father of the funder is rich and powerful, and the group went to Shanghai by plane. They set foot on the airport in the morning and arrived in Chedun Town in the afternoon.

Waibaidu Bridge is a landmark building in old Shanghai. It has been built for three generations and is "the totem of Shanghainese".

To this day, the Waibaidu Bridge still connects Pudong and the downtown area, crosses the Suzhou Creek, and is an important transportation hub in Shanghai.

The real Baidu Bridge naturally cannot capture the scenery of the Republic of China. Fortunately, there is a "shanzhai" in Chedun Film and Television Base. Most of the film and television crews of the Republic of China filmed on this cottage bridge.

The price of things in the film and television base is several times more expensive than outside, and a bottle of mineral water that costs 1 yuan may rise to 5 yuan here.

Zhuang Yan bought two bottles, unscrewed the caps and handed them to Xie Ning: "Drink two? After walking for a day, your lips are dry."

Xie Ning subconsciously licked his lips, and he was indeed thirsty.

He took the mineral water and smiled: "Thank you."

Zhao Yang muttered, "Why did you just buy two bottles, what about ours?"

Zhuang Yan sneered: "I only have two hands, so of course I can only hold two bottles."

Zhao Yang was speechless for a moment, and after a while he said, "Then why don't you ask the shopkeeper for a bag?"

"You expect me to come here with a bag of drinks?" Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows, "What gave you the illusion that I don't want image and face?"

Zhao Yang: "...I shouldn't have hoped for you."

Xie Ning drank two sips of water with his hand in his hand, looking a little embarrassed.

But he has already drank it, so it is not good to give it to others.

Wang gradually came out to smooth things over: "Okay, okay, it's just a few bottles of water, let people go to buy them again, and you didn't remember to buy water when you passed by just now."

He turned his head and told his assistant to buy a bag of mineral water and come back, Zhao Yang snorted softly.

Today's weather is quite good, the winter sun is not intense, and it shines warmly on everyone, making people squint their eyes slightly, feeling drowsy from the bottom of their hearts.

Although it is a copycat version of Baidu Bridge, when you step on it, the lake is rippling, and the willows on both sides of the bridge just sprouted a tip. Looking further away, it is a mottled shop in the Republic of China. If you have good eyesight, you can still see the plaque. traditional calligraphy on.

In the bottom of my heart, I can't help but feel the change of time and space, and the trance of being in old Shanghai.

The photographer was probably infected, and excitedly asked Zhuang Yan to discuss from which angle to shoot here, and what kind of lens effect would be very good.

At first Zhuang Yan followed suit, but gradually stopped talking.

The photographer is an American, everyone calls him George, and he follows Zhuang Yan's crew abroad. He doesn't speak Chinese very fluently, so he talks a lot with Zhuang Yan in English.

Xie Ning's English skills are not bad, so there is no pressure to listen.

It's just that Zhuang Yan became more and more quiet, and his brows slowly frowned.

Xie Ning thought it was because of what George said, and just leaned his head to listen carefully, when he suddenly stopped.

Zhuang Yan's hand quietly hooked his, and his fingertips carelessly slid across his palm.

Like a feather brushing by, Xie Ning was afraid of tickles, and retracted his hands, but Zhuang Yan grabbed him even tighter.

Now Xie Ning couldn't hear what George said afterwards at all. He resisted the urge to shake off Zhuang Yan, and was afraid that other people would find out about their small movements in private, so his body slowly stiffened.

Zhuang Yan raised the corner of his mouth, and his heart jumped a little for this secret move.

His fingers were slender and strong, with well-defined joints. His fingertips were slightly cold in winter, and he wrote the word "Xie Ning" stroke by stroke.

Then draw a heart.

The author has something to say: What Zhuang Zhuang wrote means: Xie Ning is the person I put on top of my heart.