Your Most Faithful Companion

The closed immersive imaging device has not been installed yet, the show is in a semi-outdoor state, and the cold wind is pouring in, and the phrase "I will pay you" is also blurred by the wind.

Ji Mingshu didn't know what to say, and wanted to step back a little bit to get away from Cen Sen. But as soon as the ankle was lifted, there was a sharp pain from the bottom to the bottom, and she couldn't help hiss softly.

"Twisted?"

Cen Sen looked down.

Ji Mingshu did not answer, but his nose and brows were frowning.

Cen Sen wondered for a moment, suddenly took off his coat, and went forward again, draping the coat with the remaining warmth on her body, and tightening the tunic tightly, almost wrapping her whole body inside.

Ji Mingshu's conditioned reflex shrank, trying to pull the broken hair, but before she had any action, Cen Sen's hand wrapped in a silk scarf went around her shoulder bone without warning, and his body leaned down slightly. He put his arms around her legs, and just lifted her slightly, and hugged her whole body.

If Ji Mingshu didn't know what to say just now, then she clearly wanted to question, but couldn't ask anything.

The two were very close, and she stared at Cen Sen with a good eye, her warm breath sprayed on the edge of his jaw, wet and soft.

Cen Sen occasionally looked down at her, his eyes deep and quiet.

The silk scarf wrapped in his hand was glowing with cold red, and occasionally one or two points closed the silk scarf with its beautiful tail fluttering in the wind, which had a gorgeous and paradoxical beauty.

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Walking all the way to the executive suite on the top floor of the hotel, Cen Sen put Ji Mingshu on the sofa, and sat on the other side slowly, stretched his hand forward slightly, and let the doctor who followed him help treat the wound.

Sitting face to face like this, Ji Mingshu saw that his left hand was still leaking blood, and the wound became more shocking.

The doctor helped disinfect and took the glass slag. Ji Mingshu decided to open his eyes, and his heart suddenly tightened. I don't know if he was frightened by Cen Sen's wound or the doctor helped her deal with the painful foot injury.

Cen Sen himself had a calm expression. He looked down at the wound, as if he could not feel the pain, and his brows were not frowned at all.

After the wound was treated, the two doctors asked a few words separately, got up together, and packed the medicine box.

Zhou Jiaheng respectfully led the way, and occasionally whispered, "Please here."

The group of three people quickly left. As the door "clicked" and closed gently, only the two injured patients, Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen, remained in the room.

Calculating carefully, the two have not seen each other for about a month or two. The imperial capital has gone from autumn to winter. The weather forecast also said that the first snow will fall this week.

In the past, the silence between the two of them was mostly broken by Ji Mingshu's words. This time Ji Mingshu also subconsciously thought about what topics to talk about to meet the embarrassing and polite situation of the two.

But at this moment, Cen Sen looked at her cold red hands and suddenly said, "It's cold, so wear more clothes when you go out."

"...?"

"Oh, got it……"

Ji Mingshu was slightly stunned, wondering how Cen Sen's mean mouth could say caring words.

After speaking, Cen Sen got up and brewed two cups of American style with the coffee beans and coffee machine in the room. But after he tasted it, he didn't seem to be satisfied with the taste.

Ji Mingshu tasted the beans, but also felt that the beans were too bitter. She frowned inconspicuously, put the cup down, and asked without words: "Why are you here today?"

"I heard that you are designing a show here. I am free today, so I just came over to take a look." Cen Sen put a sugar cube on her, her voice was quiet and low, "Actually, I planned to come over a few days ago, but I'm traveling abroad. , Can't go away."

Ji Mingshu endured the urge to cough and swallowed the coffee, but his face was still blushing.

In fact, she had narcissistic guesses in her heart, but she never thought that Cen Sen really came to see her, and would admit it so frankly.

Cen Sen continued on the topic of the show, and brought up another occasion, "I just saw your design below. It is very delicate and gorgeous."

"...?"

You didn't say that before.

However, in the next second, Cen Sen changed his conversation and went back to the previous path, "But your work still has the same problem that I told you before."

"what is the problem?"

Ji Mingshu couldn't remember for a while.

"Not humane enough."

Cen Sen put down the coffee, looked at her and said, “I don’t know the style of the designer’s work, but since he recognizes it, it proves that there is no problem with your home show. From my layman’s point of view, it can also be seen Your design is very artistic. One thing I think is not humane enough is that your planning for the audience seating seems unreasonable."

Just as Ji Mingshu wanted to speak, he asked again: "You want to arrange for the audience to sit in the triangle and corridor of the piano ladder, right?"

"..."

It really is.

Cen Sen: "As far as I know, watching a show is a very close experience. The triangle area of ​​the piano ladder and the corridor space are too small, and your existing lighting is entirely from the T stage, without taking into account the audience area. The comfort level, this kind of brightness and light source dispersing method, is very easy to make the audience visual fatigue. I think in this respect, you can make a little improvement."

Ji Mingshu unconsciously followed his train of thought to recall.

She accidentally discovered that what a layman Cen Sen said was quite reasonable.

In fact, this is not her problem alone. Many show venues at home and abroad have such a common problem. Everyone squeezes and sits on small benches, and the experience is quite ordinary. There are even show scenes where the audience sat before the show. The joke of the bench.

The general neglect of the audience area is mostly based on the fact that the posture of the show is higher than that of the show, and there are also various reasons such as funding control, post-demolition, and changing shows.

But this time ChrisChou's domestic debut does not have these objective conditions, and it is not difficult to improve in this area.

As for the audience perception of lighting, this is indeed a big issue that she has not considered.

She just wanted to ask Cen Sen if she had any better suggestions, and Cen Sen's phone screen suddenly lit up. He glanced at the caller ID, got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, talking with someone.

Ji Mingshu paused, looked back at him, and listened carefully by the way.

The other party should be an American, and the two are talking about a cooperative project in Hawaii. Cen Sen used English throughout the whole process, with a nice pronunciation, with a little sexiness in the husky and low tone, and some restraint that is different from the exaggerated tone of Europe and America.

Ji Mingshu listened, unconsciously lost consciousness, and unconsciously fell sleepy.

In order to catch up with the design, she has not slept well for many days, and the coffee seems to be immune to the degree. Trapped in the soft sofa, drowsiness swept through her unpreparedly, she quickly closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Cen Sen returned to the living room after talking on the phone, only to see Ji Mingshu's head shifted to one side, his eyelashes thick and his breathing stopped.

Standing on the edge of the sofa and watching for a while, he gently hugged Ji Mingshu onto the bedroom bed and drew the blackout curtains.

Obviously it is daylight, but the light in the bedroom is darkened by curtains.

Cen Sen sat on the edge of the bed and helped Ji Mingshu pull out the broken hair and tuck the quilt. Just as she did when she sat by the bed the night before she ran away.

It's just that after a few days, he seems to think clearly about a lot of things, and those flashing and dark thoughts circulate in his mind, eventually pointing to a certain fact that he does not want to think deeply but subconsciously has admitted.

Somehow, he suddenly had some desire to kiss.

He always does what he thinks, he can't be called a gentleman, and he has no knowledge of taking advantage of others.

He rolled up and down with one hand on the side of Ji Mingshu’s ear, leaned slightly, approached a little, prying open his teeth, licking and biting, and not contentedly, from the lip to the thin, white neck. clavicle.

Ji Mingshu slept too hard and was at a loss. When he was sideways, he grabbed his hand covered with gauze and placed it behind his head.

The doctor just asked Cen Sen not to put any more force on his left hand, but now he was caught as a pillow, and Cen Sen did not withdraw his hand. The bandage slowly dyed red, he just sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over from time to time, kissing his little canary, with some unconscious infatuation,

-

It was late when Ji Mingshu woke up, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air. She dazedly stretched out her hand to turn on the light, rubbed her eyes and sat up from the bed.

After waking up, she saw the blood-stained bandage on the nearby table at a glance.

Afterwards, she looked around and suddenly asked questions in her mind: How did she fall asleep? How did you get to bed again?

Her mind was blank for three seconds, her gaze fell on the blood-stained bandage again, and the causes and consequences were unconsciously connected in her mind.

There were a pair of obvious flat shoes beside the bed, obviously for her, she slowly put the shoes on, and limped out to explore--

Cen Sen was gone.

The shadow of being locked for two days was still lingering in his heart, Ji Mingshu subconsciously walked to the door and twisted the handle.

The next second, the door opened.

Zhou Jiaheng was still standing outside the door.

Seeing her waking up, Zhou Jia smiled warmly, bowed slightly, and respectfully said: "Hello Madam, the delegation of Lausanne College arrived in Beijing tonight, and President Cen must attend. He specially ordered me to wait for you here. "

Ji Mingshu said "Oh", remembering the bandage, and then asked, "His hand..."

"Cen's wound seems to have just broken open, but the medicine has been changed, and it is no major problem."

Ji Mingshu nodded, leaning on the door frame, not knowing what he was thinking, and said for a long time, "Then you send me back."

Not surprisingly, Zhou Jiaheng answered "OK".

Ji Mingshu turned around carrying a bag and high heels, and added after he got in the car, "Send me back to Starport International."

"...?"

Zhou Jiaheng's lips stiffened, and he forgot to answer.

-

In the night of the imperial capital, the lights and shadows are shining and the lights are rustling.

Porsche was like delaying time, it took an hour to drive slowly to Starport International.

Before getting off the bus, Ji Mingshu received Cen Sen's WeChat.

Cen Sen: [Not going home yet? 】

Ji Mingshu ignored him and glanced at Zhou Jiaheng from the rearview mirror.

Zhou Jiaheng had already exercised the skill of hob meat. At this moment, he watched his nose and his heart, avoiding skillfully, not looking at her.

News comes in again.

Cen Sen: [The broken lamp has been ordered again, and it will arrive in the next two days. 】

Ji Mingshu replied "um" very coldly.

Cen Sen: [The silk scarf will be sent to you tomorrow. 】

It is still a high cold "um".

After a while, Cen Sen finally sent a voice, asking the most critical sentence, "My hands are not convenient for typing, Ming Shu, when do you plan to go home?"

Ji Mingshu: [I don't know. 】

Ji Mingshu: [It is reasonable to suspect that you are selling badly. 】