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

As soon as the bus stopped, the crowd commotioned for a while before they got up and got off the bus.

Xie Ning got up from Zhuang Yan's arms and followed the crowd out.

Just two steps away, the sleeves of the suit were pulled.

"Slow down." Zhuang Yan said slowly, "There are too many people, be careful not to fall."

Xie Ning was speechless for a while: "Why do I feel...you treat me like a child."

Zhuang Yan got up, and naturally held Xie Ning's hand along the sleeve.

Wang Zhuan happened to pass by the two of them, and couldn't help complaining when he heard this sentence: "What a child, they clearly protect you like a porcelain doll."

Zhao Yang felt the same: "Isn't it? Hold it in your hand for fear of falling, hold it in your mouth for fear of melting..."

Xie Ning's blushing face was completely blown up by their teasing.

Until he got out of the car, he continued to walk forward without paying any attention to Zhuang Yan behind him.

Zhuang Yan spread his hands helplessly: "I'm just provoking someone."

Turning around, he reprimanded Zhao Yang and Wang Zhuan again: "You two can't say a few words less."

After all, Xie Ning has a thin skin and a soft heart, no matter how shy he is, it's not easy to shake Zhuang Yan's face in front of so many people.

When he walked to the entrance of a song and dance hall, the shyness in his heart gradually dissipated, and he quietly held Zhuang Yan's hand.

Zhuang Yan slowly raised the corners of his lips.

The song and dance hall can be regarded as one of the necessary scenes for filming the dramas of the Republic of China. The famous Paramount in old Shanghai is not only an entertainment place, but also has inextricable relationships with all social classes.

Even after a hundred years, this "No. [-] Yuefu in the Far East" still frequently appeared in various dramas of the Republic of China.

It seems that there are not a few scenes of sensual dogs and horses, singing and dancing in the dance hall, so the romantic charm of the Republic of China is missing.

Wang Zhuan, a playboy, looked around with great interest: "Shall we go and have a look?"

Zhao Yang complained: "Don't say this is just a filming scene. It doesn't matter whether there is anything in it. It's still broad daylight. Do you still expect to meet some red roses and white lilies?"

Wang gradually said seriously: "I just want to feel the atmosphere!"

There were indeed a few scenes in the dance hall in the script. Xie Ning was hesitant to follow in to have a look, but was dragged forward by Zhuang Yan.

"Those shots are not important, just let Wang Xuxu take a look." Zhuang Yan said, "Let's get rid of them and go to the opera house in front first."

Xie Ning hesitated: "Will this be bad?"

Zhuang Yan calmly said: "What's wrong."

Xie Ning turned his head and glanced at the dance hall. Everyone else went in, so he ran away.

Some people noticed the direction they were walking and hesitated for a moment, but no one followed.

Zhuang Yan firmly pulled his arm and walked forward: "Don't look, there are some tables and chairs inside, and a small stage, nothing to see."

Xie Ning: "I'm not curious about this."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Are you curious about red roses and white lilies?"

He paused, but Xie Ning didn't stop, bumped into him, and he grabbed his waist: "Baby, it's because I'm not handsome enough or I'm not talented enough to make you interested in those wild flowers and weeds outside. "

Xie Ning was taken aback by him, and half of his body went limp when he called out "baby": "..."

Zhuang Yan had never called him so frivolously before, probably because he spent more time with Wang in the past two days.

Wang gradually teased them all day long, Zhuang Yan was unconsciously infected, and today he blurted out somehow.

But looking at Xie Ning's expression, he felt that it was not bad to shout like that.

"What's the matter, baby?"

This sound seemed deliberate, Xie Ning blushed and glared at him: "You are the baby!"

"Also..." He turned his head to explain, "I'm not interested in red roses and white lilies, I just think it would be bad to leave them there."

Zhuang Yan rubbed his chin in thought: "It's not very good, I didn't tell them a word, it feels like eloping."

Xie Ning was completely powerless: "...I didn't mean that."

Zhuang Yan chuckled, but he didn't let go of the hand on his waist: "Didn't I tell you earlier, it's good to treat the scenery as a trip, don't be so nervous. It's only the second day today, take advantage of our interest It hasn't dissipated yet, so naturally I will find an opportunity to sneak out on a date."

Xie Ning's ears were red, and he whispered, "Who said I want to date you."

Zhuang Yan pondered: "Then...in other words, elope?"

Xie Ning: "..." Forget it, just date.

Ahead is the Opera House. The gate is open, and there is an old-fashioned poster standing at the gate. Xie Ning glanced at it, but before he could see what was painted on it, Zhuang Yan dragged him into the theater.

The entrance hall is resplendent and magnificent, and there are a few wooden chairs placed in the railings of the queue, which look a bit like public chairs in the park.

A graceful woman in a cheongsam probably acted as a reception staff, standing behind the ticket gate and smiling at them.

"Welcome to Broadway."

Zhuang Yan introduced to Xie Ning: "This is a Broadway theater based on old Shanghai from the 20s to the 40s."

The Broadway name Shayning is still heard, in a sense, it has become synonymous with musicals.

The cheongsam woman led them into the hall: "Although there is no opera performance now, there is a holographic scene experience theater on the second floor, which will take you to experience the romantic love of the Republic of China."

Solemnly frowned: "Holographic... what theater?"

"Holographic scene experience theater, we have posters outside."

Oh, it seems that I didn't pay attention when I came in.

Zhuang Yan was not interested at all.

What romantic love.

Are there any scripts he wrote and movies he made that are romantic?

Is there any romance with his love story with Mr. Rabbit?

After visiting the performance hall, Zhuang Yan and Xie Ning finalized a few shots that could be used, then walked out.

The receptionist is still promoting their new theater: "...based on a well-known film."

Hearing the word movie, Zhuang Yan paused, and the reception staff saw that there was an opportunity to take advantage of it, and immediately bragged about how advanced, novel, and real their new 4D experience was, which made people immerse themselves in it wholeheartedly.

Zhuang Yan turned around and asked Xie Ning, "Go and see?"

Although Xie Ning didn't know why he suddenly changed his mind, it didn't matter: "I'm free."

The two were taken to the small hall on the second floor, and first listened to a babbling song from an old-fashioned record, saying that it was a specially designed background plot for tourists to have a sense of substitution.

The voice was misty and hazy, as if it came from a distant place.

Zhuang Yan commented: "It's nice to hear, but it's too hazy to hear what she sang."

Xie Ning blinked, remembering the poster he glanced at the door, and felt that the voice was inexplicably ethereal and quiet.

He asked Zhuang Yan: "What movie is this based on? It should be related to opera?"

Zhuang Yan stayed abroad for a long time, subconsciously remembered a name: ""Phantom of the Opera"?"

Xie Ning was silent for a few seconds: "There is also a movie in China that was born out of "Phantom of the Opera", and it was set in the Republic of China..."

"Singing at Midnight." Zhuang Yan replied in seconds.

Xie Ning glanced at him silently.

Whether it is "The Phantom of the Opera" or "Song at Midnight", while telling a romantic love story, they are all mixed with a little horror element.

Zhuang Yan raised his eyes, clasped Xie Ning's wrist, and asked in a low voice, "Afraid?"

Xie Ning shook his head: "Not afraid."

Zhuang Yan sneered: "If you're afraid, just say it, it's not something to be ashamed of."

Xie Ning still shook his head: "I'm really not afraid."

Zhuang Yan raised his brows when he heard this, showing surprise on his face: "Seeing how shy and blushing you usually are, I didn't expect you to be so courageous."

"..."

Xie Ning lowered his eyes, and it took him a long time to say in a low voice: "Actually...my empathy ability is very poor. Many times, I can't understand other people's emotions."

Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment.

The sorrows and joys of the world are not interlinked.

Some people can read the book with tears in their eyes, as if they have experienced the joys and sorrows of the characters in the book, while some people just feel that it is pretentious, or when they mention it, they sigh with emotion and forget it when they turn around.

Xie Ning was the latter.

He knew that others were sad, but he didn't know why they were sad, why they were sad.

Zhuang Yan's heart moved, with regret on his face: "Then I can't see how scared you are."

Xie Ning: "..."

Zhuang Yan added: "I thought that when you were trembling with fright, maybe you would shrink into my arms and hold me tightly."

Xie Ning looked at him speechlessly: "What are you thinking about every day..."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled, and replied without hesitation: "I'm thinking of you."

Xie Ning was completely speechless.

Zhuang Yan is still a little pity: "Since you can't feel it, playing this is not a waste of time."

Xie Ning pursed his lips: "Also... It's not like I can't feel it at all."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyes: "Oh?"

"It's just...very light." Xie Ning struggled to organize his words.

Zhuang Yan pondered for a moment, then asked: "Is this a better analogy? If someone adds a piece of sugar to a glass of water, and you can taste the sweetness after diluting it, it's like throwing sugar into the sea?"

Xie Ning said dully, "It's not like the sea...it's so serious, isn't it?"

Zhuang Yan asked, "How much water is that?"

Xie Ning thought for a while, then hesitated, "A bucket?"

Zhuang Yan raised his hand, and gently touched Xie Ning's face, with an inexplicable taste.

Xie Ning moved his body uneasily.

There were other things he didn't say.

Not only the ability to empathize, but also his perception of his own emotions is very weak.

It's as light as the thread of the lotus root that is still connected after it is broken, but it is still connected, but it will be completely disconnected one day.

Zhuang Yan asked in a low voice: "Are you still playing?"

Xie Ning looked at him: "What?"

Zhuang Yan said: "This is the hologram... what kind of emotional experience."

"...It's a situational experience." Xie Ning blinked, "Aren't you very interested in the content of this movie adaptation?"

Zhuang Yan shrugged, and said indifferently: "I was just curious about which movie it was before. Whether it's "Phantom of the Opera" or "Sing at Midnight", I've seen it. It doesn't matter if I play it or not."

Xie Ning glanced sideways at the old record, hesitating.

Zhuang Yan added: "Actually, it's still too late to leave now."

As soon as this sentence landed, the singing of the old-fashioned record stopped abruptly, and then the staff took them to the next room.

Zhuang Yan stood up, but didn't follow, and asked Xie Ning, "I'll listen to you."

"Let's go." Xie Ning hesitated for a long time before making a decision, "...it's hard to let the staff prepare for nothing, and it doesn't necessarily have to be the two movies we guessed."

Zhuang Yan smiled inexplicably.

……

If Xie Ning had seen the poster downstairs clearly when he entered the theater, he probably wouldn't have said such a thing.

Facts have proved that their guess is not wrong. This holographic scene is adapted from "Song at Midnight", even the name has not changed.

The lights in the room were all dimmed.

Xie Ning sat on a chair, in front of him was a vanity mirror shining white light.

Before the staff left, they specifically explained that once they entered the scene, they must not leave this chair, so Xie Ning straightened his back and did not dare to move.

This so-called 4D hologram is more of a sensory stimulation.

For example, the flickering lights, the ethereal singing in my ears, and the faint sound of the wind that seems to be passing by behind me, all of which make my scalp numb involuntarily.

Occasionally, the chair would tremble twice, causing the person's body to tremble.

Something grabbed his hand, and Xie Ning subconsciously shook it.

Then I realized that it was Zhuang Yanxuan from the next door who came over and grabbed him.

Xie Ning turned his head and muttered in a low voice, "Why are you still holding hands at this time?"

There was a faint smile in Zhuang Yan's voice: "Anyway, the light is dim, so no one else can see it."

In addition to them, there is also a tour group of about a dozen people participating in this round of scenario experience.

There were occasional chattering sounds from around, as well as two occasional screams.

The two of them talked together in this weird atmosphere, like a couple who couldn't help whispering while watching a movie.

There seemed to be some plot going on on the stage, but Xie Ning watched it as if he didn't see anything, his attention was attracted by Zhuang Yan.

Then he heard the woman's laughter.

The sound transmission device was probably installed on the back of the chair, and it sounded directly next to Xie Ning's ears, just like the voice that the woman made near his ear.

Xie Ning's scalp went numb for a moment.

Zhuang Yan clasped Xie Ning's hand in his hand as if he was bored, and said casually: "I said I'm not afraid, my hands are shaking."

Xie Ning: "...It's okay."

The mirror in front of him suddenly lit up, and a face full of hair slowly appeared.

Suddenly there were screams all around.

Xie Ning was not frightened by the face in the mirror, but was startled by the scream.

In fact, if you look carefully, you can find the back of the person's head in the mirror, which is slowly turning around.

Xie Ning saw the face of the woman in front.

"It looks average." Zhuang Yan commented.

Xie Ning looked at it, then nodded, "...it's okay."

Zhuang Yan turned his head and smiled at him in the dark: "I don't look as good as you."

Xie Ning: "..."

It feels weird to compare his appearance with the female ghost.

Zhuang Yan asked: "Are you really not afraid?"

Xie Ning thought for a while: "It's not that I'm not afraid at all, there is a frightening effect. It's just... this kind of sensory stimulation, as long as you close your eyes and cover your ears, the sense of terror will be greatly reduced."

Zhuang Yan chuckled lightly.

With the development of the plot, all the lights suddenly dimmed.

All the light suddenly disappeared, including the mirror that once glowed with white light, and returned to dead silence again.

There seemed to be a white shadow drifting across the room.

"Xie Ning."

Zhuang Yan yelled softly.

Xie Ning turned his head subconsciously.

A hand touched his face, and then his jaw seemed to be supported.

"Why..." Xie Ning just said two words when his voice suddenly disappeared.

Zhuang Yan leaned over in the dark and kissed him gently.

At that moment, it was in stark contrast to the thin fear.

It was his feelings for Zhuang Yan that were so strong that they seemed to overflow his chest.

The emotion was too turbulent, beyond his previous understanding of his own feelings, and it made him at a loss what to do.

But today, amidst the darkness and screams, he and Zhuang Yan exchanged a lingering kiss.

He touched his heart with his hand, feeling the violent heartbeat that seemed to be ringing in his ears.

So strong, so obvious.

Everything around him receded like a tide.

The only thing he could feel was Zhuang Yan's beating heart in his chest, just like him.

……

The itinerary for the next few days was full.

Xie Ning finally understood why Zhuang Yan wanted to sneak him out for a date two days ago.

Because there is no such time and energy later.

Most of the scenes in the Republic of China are actually half a catty, and you can't feel anything new after watching it.

But you still have to walk through it all. Sometimes after visiting one place in the morning, you will go to another place by car in the afternoon.

Every night when he returned to the hotel, he was exhausted both physically and mentally. Xie Ning fell on the bed, thinking only about taking a shower and getting a good night's sleep.

There is no longer any time to think about all kinds of mess.

Zhuang Yan looked at Xie Ning who was lying on the bed and didn't want to move at all, walked up to him, and smiled lightly: "Go take a shower first?"

Xie Ning muttered, "Yes."

"I'll go back tomorrow." Zhuang Yanyan pulled him up, "I will give you a few days off then, so you can take a good rest."

Xie Ning breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but yawned again.

It's really exhausting.

The things of the two of them were spread out on the bed in a mess. In the past, they would definitely have to tidy up first, but today they really don't have the energy.

When Xie Ning went to take a shower, Zhuang Yan was sitting by the bed, with a laptop spread out on his lap, looking through the photos taken these days in a hurry, occasionally making a few marks and notes.

The phone on the bed rang.

Zhuang Yan touched it subconsciously, and found that it belonged to Xie Ning when he got it in his hand.

is a text message.

Zhuang Yan had no intention of probing Xie Ning's privacy, he just glanced at it and planned to put it back.

His eyes froze.

On the sender column, the seven words [Psychiatrist: Ji Wenbin] are particularly eye-catching.

Zhuang Yan subconsciously looked in the direction of the bathroom, his eyes darkened.

Xie Ning never mentioned the psychiatrist to him.

He threw the phone back on the bed, but quietly remembered the name Ji Wenbin in his heart.

Psychologist……

When Xie Ning came out of the shower, he found Zhuang Yan standing in front of the only small window in the room, with a cigarette that was burning to the end in his hand.

He glanced sideways at Xie Ning, stubbed out the cigarette, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Sorry, I couldn't hold back, I smoked a cigarette."

Although he was smiling, Xie Ning somehow felt that there was no smile in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Xie Ning was puzzled, he always felt that something was wrong with Zhuang Yan at this moment.

Is it a smoking addiction?

Zhuang Yan took a deep breath: "It's okay, I guess I'm tired these two days."

Xie Ning had no doubts about him: "Oh."

Zhuang Yan glanced at him, picked up the clothes on the chair, and strode into the bathroom: "I'm going to take a shower."

Xie Ning nodded, just after taking a shower, he climbed onto the bed with a refreshed body.

There was a new text message in the phone, which was the last appointment made by him and Ji Wenbin, and both parties had free time.

Xie Ning looked at the text message with a cold expression, and replied.

[This Saturday at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I will be there on time. 】

The author has something to say: At the beginning, I wrote about the plot that Xie Ning was afraid of, but after thinking about it, I felt something was wrong, so I deleted it, and wrote this version again.

I still feel something is wrong, and it is estimated that this chapter will need to be revised later.