Zhu Yilong--A Warm Smoke

Song Nuan decided to call Li Nan at night. She wanted to concentrate on helping Zhu Yilong fulfill his wish. What's more, being able to spy on Zhu Yilong's inner world for more than ten years is too tempting. What's the end?"

Zhu Yilong thought for a while, "He is an ordinary actor, he has always been."

Song Nuan spread out the paper, "Well, let me explain my understanding first, and you can point out the inappropriate parts. This actor comes from a professional background, his appearance is average, he has no backstage, and his acting skills are not bad. He has acted in movies and TV dramas. There are six males and seven males. As he gets older, his acting skills gradually mature, and he has also worked with major directors. He is considered qualified, but there is still no such person in the entertainment industry. He has a stable career, a happy family, and is still in good health. He has reached middle age and started to take on supporting roles like his father. During this period, he suffered unfair treatment, and because of his luck, he met noble people. There was no passionate fame, no bloody entertainment industry. To him, being an actor was just a profession, just like countless other industries. It was a hobby. , and can support the family.”

Zhu Yilong almost jumped up, "Yes, yes. That's what I mean."

Song Nuan smiled wryly, "If you hadn't become popular that summer, this would probably be the career of actor Zhu Yilong."

Zhu Yilong nodded, "Don't laugh at me. This is the life of an ordinary person, right, I think it's quite interesting."

"But this isn't you."

"How to say?"

"A person who wants to be famous in history is not in this state. Well, it is interesting and meaningful. I think this is the ultimate destination of most actors. If you pay, you will get something. Every job is like this. The positions of actors are different. It should be Vanity Fair. I’ll make an outline first, and I’ll review it for you when I’m done.” Song Nuan was actually a little worried that the script might rot in her hands, and probably no one would want to make such a story, but it’s okay, if no one buys it, she will Rewritten as a novel, self-published.

Song Nuan is a person with special ability to execute, so he made the outline that night. Zhu Yilong originally planned to write down all the materials so that it would be easier to read and search, but Song Nuan was afraid of his hard work, so he asked Zhu Yilong to say, she will remember, she When I was in school and in the outpatient clinic, I typed cases in real time, and wrote medical records for nearly ten years. Basically, I worked hard and typed super fast.Two people were in the study, one was talking, the other was memorizing, and it took three days to sort out the story material.

It took two months to complete the script. Every time Song Nuan finished writing a chapter, he would ask Zhu Yilong to give his opinion. The two of them would sometimes stay in the study until midnight, arguing, and no one was sleepy. Most of the time, Song Nuan gave in. , she feels that Zhu Yilong has more say than her in the expression of acting, and she is just trying to help Zhu Yilong present the carrier of this story.After the script was formed, the two of them went through it again and thought it was pretty good.

"I have an illusion. Does this look like our second child?" Song Nuan smiled narrowly.

Zhu Yilong also laughed, "I don't think Zhu Yan wants such a younger brother."

"Haha. Oh, why does it feel like it's a real drama? I don't know if it's deep enough." Song Nuan put away the script, "I'll send it to Sister Li tomorrow."

"To pick up Zhu Yan home tomorrow?" Every weekend, Shen Nian would send Zhu Yan back to accompany his parents. Recently, Zhu Yilong's fracture has basically healed, and he has gone out twice.

Song Nuan was still worried, "If I brake suddenly, I'm afraid I'll hit my chest. Besides, I don't plan to ask Zhu Yan to go home this week."

"Why?" Song Nuan actually missed her son a lot, and even slept with Zhu Yan last weekend.

"Uh." Song Nuan thought for a while, "I have something to tell you, and I don't think it's convenient for my son to know."

"What is it?" Zhu Yilong was sitting in front of the desk, Song Nuan was leaning against the desk, he stood up suddenly, and bullied her, "I want to listen now."

Song Nuan leaned back involuntarily, put her hands on the table, and the shawl fell off, revealing a slender neck, "You don't want to know it now."

Zhu Yilong couldn't help swallowing, "Are you seducing me?" He leaned over and hugged Song Nuan, and Song Nuan retreated, almost lying on the desk, "Let go. This is the study, You polite scum."

Zhu Yilong embraced Song Nuan's waist, lowered his head and kissed her lips lightly, and chuckled softly, "Don't let go."

"Believe it or not, I'll break your newly healed ribs." Song Nuan threatened, she thought she was not inferior to Zhu Yilong in terms of physical strength.

Zhu Yilong continued to plunder the city, "You don't want to."

"Hiss, my back hurts." Song Nuan fell backwards, completely lying on the desk.

Zhu Yilong stopped immediately, he picked up Song Nuan, and asked anxiously, "Is it hurt, let me see."

Song Nuan turned sideways, escaped from Zhu Yilong's arms, and rushed to the door.

Zhu Yilong smiled bitterly: "You lied to me."

Song Nuan chuckled, "Although you've almost recovered, I'm afraid you don't have enough breath, and it will be even worse if you are pressed again. Besides, it's not dark yet."

"Let go of you first." Zhu Yilong hugged Song Nuan too hard just now, and he really felt a dull pain in his chest.

Song Nuan tidied up her clothes, "Okay, go downstairs quickly, there are still guests at night."

"I almost forgot." Yu Qingbin had just returned from filming in other places, and he agreed to come over for dinner tonight, and Zhu Yilong specially prepared a bottle of good wine for him.

"Sure enough, it's so fascinating."

"..."

The guests and hosts had a good time that night, Zhu Yilong was overexcited but fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up in the morning, Song Nuan was no longer there. He got up with his eyes closed, and was still yawning after washing up. When he went downstairs, he saw a sumptuous breakfast on the table. , I filled two bowls of preserved egg porridge first, sat down at the dining table and waited for Song Nuan.

"Get up." Song Nuan came out of the kitchen, and put the fried eggs on the table, in the shape of two sweet hearts.

Zhu Yilong got up and kissed Song Nuan, and helped her take off her apron, "Good morning."

Song Nuan kissed back, "Good morning. I have coffee, can you pour me a cup?"

Zhu Yilong was slightly taken aback. Song Nuan was wearing a white bat shirt and light brown trousers today, and was intellectually professional. "Can I drink coffee now? Are you going out?"

Song Nuan went to pour a cup of coffee and put it in Zhu Yilong's hand, "Hurry up and eat, it will be cold in a while. Starting today, I will no longer restrict your diet and activities."

Happiness came too suddenly, "Ha. I'm free." Zhu Yilong felt the excitement of being released.

"Congratulations on your rebirth from the ashes."

After eating, Song Nuan packed up the tableware, and Zhu Yilong followed behind her, "Are you going out, shall we go to the art exhibition?"

Song Nuan shook her head while tidying up the sink, "No, if it causes chaos and tramples, your injury will be healed."

"This is a solo exhibition, very private." Zhu Yilong shook Song Nuan in his arms.

"Well, I have something to tell you. It's not appropriate to go to the art exhibition. Let's find a cafe?"

Zhu Yilong became interested, "Let's go to the teahouse. A friend just opened a teahouse. It is said that the environment is very good."

"Okay, you make an appointment."

"Wait a minute." Zhu Yilong took out his mobile phone and went to the living room to make a call.

Song Nuan cleaned up the kitchen, went back to the bedroom to get some things, and heard Zhu Yilong shouting from downstairs, "Nuan, are you all right, let's go now?"

Song Nuan carried the bag and went downstairs, Zhu Yilong had already changed into a white T-shirt, casual trousers, and white shoes, "Let's go." He took the bag for Song Nuan and went to grab the key.

"It's still early, let's go to Sister Li's house first, and then drink tea." Song Nuan held the car keys in her palm, "I'll drive."

It was close to 10:30 when we arrived at the teahouse, Zhu Yilong went to greet his friends first, Song Nuan was waiting for him in the teahouse, and he just came back when the tea was served.

There was a landscape painting hanging on the wall, and Song Nuan was holding his chin to admire it, when he saw Zhu Yilong coming in, he immediately sat up straight and honestly put down his hands.

"Don't be afraid, it's me." Zhu Yilong was amused by Song Nuan. Song Nuan liked to hold her chin, and was strictly forbidden by Song's father since she was a child. After getting married, she gradually picked up this habit, but she was still shocked when she heard any movement.

"My dad told me once on May Day that I'm getting older, and I can't bear it anymore." Song Nuan had just been reprimanded once recently, which left a psychological shadow.

Zhu Yilong smiled and sat beside Song Nuan, "The tea room is nice, you are quite relaxed."

Song Nuan pointed to the opposite side, "Sit there."

"Why?" Zhu Yilong and Song Nuan always sit together when they go out on a date, and they rarely sit opposite each other. Chopstick skills.

"I have something to say." Song Nuan insisted.

Zhu Yilong moved to the opposite side, the two looked at each other, and there was a serious atmosphere, he coughed lightly, waiting for Song Nuan to speak.

"I want to have a cup of tea first." Song Nuan said lightly.

"Oh." Zhu Yilong poured a cup of tea and handed it to Song Nuan.

Song Nuan looked at Zhu Yilong with a smile on her face, "Your injury is almost healed, there are some things I want to explain to you."

Zhu Yilong choked on the tea, "Why do I have the rhythm of being broken up?"

"How is it possible? We can only divorce, not break up."

Zhu Yilong took it seriously, he leaned forward, "Will you divorce me?"

Song Nuan frowned: "Did you break your brain? Or are you looking at another little girl?"

"Please speak." Zhu Yilong made a gesture of invitation.

"When you were in Shanghai, Sister Chan came to see you in the hospital, and we had a chat."

"Nuan, you have to believe me. It's really her wishful thinking. I have already rejected it. We really have nothing, not even a rivalry scene. We just met twice during dinner. I didn't even add her on WeChat." Only after Song Nuan said a word, Zhu Yilong became anxious, and immediately shook off all the things, and he spoke quickly and smoothly in his defense.

Song Nuan raised her eyebrows, this was not what she wanted to talk about, she didn't expect to get unexpected results, she drank a cup of tea as if nothing had happened, and let Zhu Yilong hang out for a long time before saying: "Go ahead."

Zhu Yilong felt like he was about to break out in a cold sweat. He was usually calm and casual, and he was rarely so flustered, "It's really gone. She, she knocked on my door in the middle of the night, but there was no show that day. We were playing games in the room. Everyone Now, nothing happened."

Song Nuan took out her mobile phone and prepared to search for the background of this actress on Baidu, "What's her name?"

"Call, call." Zhu Yilong faltered.

Song Nuan raised her voice an octave, "What's your name!"

"I can't remember."

"Pfft." Song Nuan laughed, "Okay, I'll forgive you. Let's talk about the second thing."

Just as Zhu Yilong breathed a sigh of relief, his heart was lifted again, "Is there a second thing?"

"No, it's because you didn't ask yourself. I haven't said what I want to say."