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

"What did you say?"

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly raised its voice: "Why don't you come? It's been a long time since you've been back to China, and you have to get together with your brothers no matter what!"

Zhuang Yan held the phone a little further away from his ear.

He was walking alone on the path beside Tyumen Lake. There are evergreen trees planted on the shore of Tyumen Lake. Even in autumn, it is green and the scenery is very bright. Some people say that is why it is called Tyumen Lake.

Some people also say that Tyumen means the moon in autumn, because the lake is in the shape of a half moon. Later, the tip of the half moon was excavated and introduced into the lakeside villas. The artificial lake introduced was called the inner lake, and the original Tyumen lake was called the outer lake.

"I'm not free tonight." Zhuang Yan said.

Qi Rui snorted: "Yesterday you said the same thing, you said the same thing the day before yesterday, you also said the day before yesterday..."

Zhuang Yan interrupted him: "Yes, I'm not free this week."

Qi Rui: "..."

"Then when you are free, tell me something."

Zhuang Yan said impatiently: "It depends on my mood."

The lakeside in winter is not usually cold. The wind blows from the lake, as if it can get in through the collar, making people shiver with cold.

Zhuang Yan put one hand in his coat pocket, and the hand holding the phone was unconscious, and it was frozen red and purple.

He didn't want to call in this situation at all.

Zhuang Yan: "I have nothing else to do, so I'll hang up first."

"Wait!" Qi Rui failed to make his wish come true, "I heard a gossip about you these two days, do you want to hear it?"

Zhuang Yan really wanted to say but not to listen.Qi Rui probably guessed that he was going to refuse, so he continued directly: "Do you know that you broke up a loving couple and broke up a good marriage?"

"???"

Zhuang Yan: "Speak human words."

Qi Rui asked: "Do you know Xie Ning?"

Zhuang Yan replied as he walked, "I don't know him. Who is he?"

"A boyfriend from Xu Qing University."

Zhuang Yan was expressionless: "I don't know who Xu Qing is."

Qi Rui: "Don't talk about it, it's just the junior who was chasing you before you left the country. At that time, he was crying in disgust while saying that he would wait for you to return to the country. I didn't expect to turn around and fall in love with a new target. .”

Zhuang Yan: "That's good, save him from bothering me."

Qi Rui added: "But they broke up not long ago."

Zhuang Yan really wanted to hang up the phone.

Qi Rui went on to say: "I heard that the reason for breaking up is related to you."

Zhuang Yan twitched his mouth: "I just returned to China, Xu Qing and that Xie..."

"Xie Ning." Qi Rui reminded.

"I haven't seen Xu Qing face to face, and I don't know Xie Ning, so what's the matter with me?"

Qi Rui said: "I heard that because of you returning to China, Xu Qing couldn't let go of you, Bai Yueguang, and cruelly abandoned her boyfriend."

Zhuang Yan sneered: "Let him go!"

"I also heard that Xu Qing dated Xie Ning because he felt that Xie Ning was very similar to you, and regarded him as your substitute."

Zhuang Yan frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Qi Rui: "To be honest, I think Xu Qing can do such a disgusting thing as a stand-in. It might be a good thing if Xie Ning breaks up with him. But I'm quite curious about how much this Xie Ning resembles you. Do they look alike or do they have similar personalities?"

Zhuang Yan said: "I don't care how similar Xie Ning is to me, there is one thing he definitely doesn't."

Qi Rui asked curiously, "Which point?"

"Sight." Zhuang Yan complained, "Xie Ning must have poor vision, otherwise how could he fall in love with Xu Qing, an idiot."

His hands were so cold that he couldn't stand it, Zhuang Yan didn't give Qi Rui a chance to speak, and hung up the phone after speaking, and stuffed the phone into his pocket with his hand.

After a while, the hand regained a little feeling.

Zhuang Yan thought, if Qi Rui hadn't been playing games since he was a child, he would have hung up a few minutes earlier, so there's so much nonsense.

The Tyumen Lake in winter is completely different from the Tyumen Lake in summer. There was a heavy snowfall last night, and the evergreen trees on both sides also changed from green to white. Looking from a distance, the vast expanse of whiteness is a beautiful sight.

But no one appreciates the beauty.

There was no one else on the path except him, and in the middle of winter, only idiots could not think about not staying in the warm room and running to the lake to suffer from the cold.

At the end of the trail, there is an open space. The location of the open space is excellent, and you can see the scenery of most of the Tyumen Lake. It is a place that many people love to go to.

Of course, there is no one now.

and many more.

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at the drawing board support on the open space.

Unexpectedly, some idiots came to sketch in the winter.

……

"You drew the curtain call of "The Monologue"?"

After finishing the last stroke, Xie Ning was startled by the sudden voice behind him, and turned his head.

The first thing that caught my eye was a black windbreaker.

Yan Xi once told him that the windbreaker is a man's powerful weapon, and even the bad street style gives people a sense of sharpness.

But there are only a few people who can really wear the windbreaker in a majestic manner, and most of them just use the clothes to pretend to be powerful.

Xie Ning raised his head to look up, and when he saw the man's face, he felt "shit" in his heart.

This is the most attractive man he has ever seen.

The man's hairstyle is clean and neat, his face is well-defined, as if cast with a layer of light and shadow, his sharp eyebrows are slightly raised, and his eyes are burning and energetic, staring at him... the painting behind him.

His appearance cannot be described by the word "handsome", and that unique sense of charm is not just because of his handsome appearance.

That was the temperament that was inadvertently revealed in every gesture, and every change in expression seemed to carry a kind of amorous feelings.

It looks familiar, but I can't remember where I saw it.

But this windbreaker fit him perfectly, and after just one glance, there was a blade-like sharpness coming towards him.

What's more, the clothes are expensive at first glance.

It is not an amount that ordinary people can afford.

When the man saw him, his eyes flashed, and a surprised expression appeared on his face: "So it's you."

Xie Ning was even more puzzled, did they know each other?

"I didn't expect to meet again." The man raised the corners of his mouth and smiled meaningfully, "Mr. Rabbit."

Xie Ning: "..."

It was him.

The man covered his face with a scarf when we saw it next to the claw machine last time, Xie Ning didn't see his appearance, only this time he saw clearly.

"What a coincidence." Xie Ning was silent for a few seconds, stood up, and said very politely, "I didn't expect to meet again, Mr. Blue Whale."

"..." This time it was Zhuang Yan's turn to be silent.

Zhuang Yan just stopped by to see what kind of idiot came to sketch in winter, but he didn't expect to see a very interesting painting.

What's more, he didn't expect that this idiot who painted pictures had met once, who made him feel very close to each other.

He was dressed a little more than last time, with a cute plush hat on his head, and the tips of his ears were wrapped under the hat, which made Zhuang Yan feel a pity.

I can't see the redness of his ears anymore.

The fair neck was also wrapped in a thick scarf, and the exposed face was soft, with a little flush from the cold, which made people want to reach out and rub it.

This look looks so obedient, Zhuang Yan couldn't help but want to tease him.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, Zhuang Yan suddenly looked at him and smiled, and asked the question at the beginning again: "Did you draw the scene of "Monologue"?"

Xie Ning came back to his senses, surprised: "Have you watched "Monologue" too?"

Because it has not been screened in China, "Monologue" can be regarded as a very, very niche movie.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Blue Whale had seen it and recognized his paintings.

In the last scene of "The Monologue", the gray-haired protagonist is also on the road by the lake, after recalling his life, he staggers away on crutches.

But the camera kept falling on the lake, without giving the old man any nostalgia and tenderness.

Until the curtain call.

Xie Ning originally wanted to paint the Tyumen Lake in winter, but his thoughts fell on the plot of "Monologue".

In the movie, this lake appears several times.

When he came back to his senses, an old man on crutches jumped onto the paper.

Is the protagonist of "Monologue".

Xie Ning simply began to use the appearance of Tyumen Lake to draw the scenes in the movie.

However, in the eyes of ordinary people, what he painted is just an old man passing by the lake. Only those who have read and studied "The Monologue" can understand it.

The composition and perspective of his painting are exactly the same as the last scene of "The Monologue".

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "I've seen it, it's a very interesting movie."

"It didn't do well with audiences," Shainin said.

Zhuang Yan nodded: "Not many people can really understand this movie, and most people find it boring."

Xie Ning turned his gaze back to the drawing board: "It is too tiring to understand it. Even the judges with a high level of appreciation will find it difficult to understand, so he was shortlisted for Cannes, but he failed to win the award in the end."

Zhuang Yan was noncommittal to this, and asked: "Then do you understand?"

Xie Ning thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't know. What I see is just what I experience, but I'm not sure what the director wants to express."

Zhuang Yan's meaningful eyes fell on him: "The director set the threshold of viewing movies too high, causing most people to be blocked from the threshold. If he can learn to lower the threshold, maybe he will be more successful."

"But I think," Xie Ning said, "he deliberately set the threshold so high."

"Oh?" Zhuang Yan's eyes flashed, and he put on an expression willing to hear more about it, "How do you say it?"

Xie Ning said: "I have seen his other works, and he is a very professional director."

Zhuang Yan stared at him with exploring eyes: "Professionalism doesn't necessarily mean that he understands the public's taste."

"He understands!" Xie Ning said decisively, "But he doesn't like the public's taste, so he refuses to bow his head."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "As long as you are a director, you must bow your head to the public."

Xie Ning: "The directors of literary and artistic films generally have a kind of aloofness, and feel that their works are the lamentation of the melodious."

Zhuang Yan was about to ridicule, when Xie Ning said, "But this director gives me a different feeling."

"What's the difference?"

Xie Ning: "It's like he released the work, as if you like it or not."

Zhuang Yan: "It sounds like you deserve a beating."

Xie Ning nodded: "It's quite embarrassing. He thinks it's your fault that you don't understand. He has no problem at all."

If Qi Rui heard these words, he would definitely exclaim: Damn!This is your bosom friend!

Zhuang Yan himself didn't know what it was like when he heard it.

His teacher once commented on him, and what he said was "high-minded, self-proclaimed" these eight words.

But he really didn't want to bow to the public.

Why?

Later, he thought about it, most directors bowed their heads not to the public, but to money.

Zhuang Yan was even more disdainful.

He is not short of money.

Zhuang Yan looked at Xie Ning for a while: "I didn't expect you to say that."

Xie Ning said: "In fact, he can tell stories vividly, full of drama and conflict. He has this ability, but he doesn't want to do it."

Zhuang Yan asked, "Why don't you want to?"

Xie Ning scratched his face: "Actually, this is just my guess."

"It's okay, you just say it."

Xie Ning glanced at his expression, and always felt that there was something deep in the way he raised his eyebrows.

"He deliberately made the story difficult to understand, deliberately set the bar so high. He didn't want most people to step through the threshold, he only accepted people who could read ... He was very egotistical."

After saying this, Xie Ning looked up and found that the man opposite was looking at him with a deep gaze that made his hair stand on end.

He took a small step back to stabilize his body, and the hair on his back stood up.

"You, why are you staring at me?"

Could it be that what you said just now was wrong and angered him?

That's right, he should be Zhuang Yan's fan, so he might not be able to accept his evaluation just now.

But he was just talking casually.

"Um..." Xie Ning hurriedly whispered, "What I'm saying is just my own opinion, it may not be right."

Zhuang Yan said, "I think what you said is very interesting."

Xie Ning didn't know whether what he said was right or irony, so he decided to keep silent.

Zhuang Yan looked at him meaningfully for a few seconds, then looked away when Xie Ning felt uncomfortable, and asked, "You like this director very much?"

Xie Ning stammered: "It's, it's okay."

Zhuang Yan asked again: "Then you like "Monologue" very much?"

Xie Ning thought for a while: "I really like its picture."

Zhuang Yan pointed to the drawing board: "You can draw another one, just draw the scene where the protagonist is kicked out of the theater and drags his limping leg by the lake."

Xie Ning was stunned.

The other person acted as a matter of course, as if he should have painted him, but Xie Ning couldn't react for a while.

After a pause, Xie Ning whispered, "I don't paint."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

Xie Ning said: "In such a cold day, if I draw this one, I will freeze to death. If I draw another one, I'm afraid I'm going to die here."

It was only then that Zhuang Yan remembered that the two of them were still blowing the cold wind by the lake like idiots.

Chatting with this Mr. Rabbit was so pleasant that he couldn't help but forget how cold he was.

Zhuang Yan glanced at Xie Ning's hands curled up in his arms, his face was even redder from the cold than last time, and a puff of mist floated out of his mouth when he spoke.

Finally, he looked regretfully at the tips of his ears covered by the plush hat, and Zhuang Yan said, "Then I'll draw after I get back."

Xie Ning was shocked: "I...why should I draw for you?"

Zhuang Yan didn't seem to have thought about this question, his brows were deeply frowned, as if thinking.

Then he put his hand on Xie Ning's shoulder, lowered his head, leaned into Xie Ning's ear, and whispered: "I have all Zhuang Yan's movies, if you are willing to draw me a picture, I will take you to my house to watch, okay?" good?"

A low voice rang in his ears.

I don't know if the two were shy because they were too close, or because they were infected by the heat of the man's words, Xie Ning's ears turned red.

The man spoke sharply and aggressively.

He, he seems a little weak-legged.

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