I don't know why, but after Cheng Hua finished saying this, my right eyelid started to twitch. Maybe it's because my desire to control the expression on my face was too strong, so I finally had a nerve that didn't want to be dominated by me. twitched. Cheng Hua seemed to notice this very quickly, quickly pulled out a tissue from the paper drawer, tore off a corner, and before I understood what he was going to do, he stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of the tissue, and then Just slapped it on my right eyelid.
A sudden hot, wet and sticky feeling made me shiver, and I was about to take it off, and finally I couldn't maintain the professional and polite smile that I had tried my best to maintain since I entered the door. , and shouted: "Your sister, Cheng Hua, fuck it, fuck it, why don't you put your saliva on my face."
Cheng Hua took my hand and smiled, "Momo, you're finally back to normal."
"You're not normal, your whole family is not normal..." I said, thinking of Aunt Yue, I stopped my mouth and tried hard to break free from Cheng Hua's hand and take the disgusting things off my eyes.
"Momo, haven't you heard that the left eye jumps for money and the right eye jumps for disaster? The old man said that you need to post a white note, which means that jumping is for nothing. Look, this is your right eye. I will ward off evil spirits and eliminate evil for you." Disaster." Cheng Hua said seriously.
I hesitated for a while. It seems that there is such a saying. Although I have never practiced it, I seem to see people around me doing it occasionally. Ever since I got in touch with Cheng Hua again, I've actually had a tight string in my heart. When I heard him suddenly talk about the right eye twitch, my heart was also tense, and I stopped struggling now. Now the small piece of paper is also dry, not so wet and annoying, so I decided to start breaking the feudal superstition tomorrow, and there is no harm in being with Cheng Hua to ward off evil spirits, even if it is used His saliva. And even if I take it off now, the saliva is still on the eyelids, and I can't wash my face anymore, it seems too exciting, so I simply choose to ignore it. After adjusting my expression and mood, I said, "Okay, Cheng Hua, then let's get back to the question of the interview."
Cheng Hua nodded and began to answer my second question.
The entire interview process seemed relatively smooth, although the answers given by Cheng Hua always seemed to be close to me. For example, regarding relationship issues, he said that the relationship he yearns for the most is the relationship between childhood sweethearts, especially if the friendship at the same table in the student days can develop into a relationship, it would be great. Speaking of this, he even sang a few lines from an old song "You at the Same Table" by Lao Lang. I thought, if all the goosebumps on my body fell to the ground, they would probably be gone. Buried us both.
His uncle's deskmate, you, except for university, I have been at the same desk with you from elementary school to high school, I don't know whether to use evil fate, evil fate or evil fate to describe the deskmate between me and him friendship.
When talking about the girl he likes, he looked at me meaningfully and said, "The girl I like should be a girl of medium height, thin, with a pointed chin, round eyes, and a lively expression. .”
I looked at him blankly and said, "Your request seems to be very common, many girls will meet your standard."
He chuckled, nodded and said yes, "It sounds like my request is indeed not high, probably because I can picture her in my heart, but I can't express it."
The tender look in his eyes still made my heart rippling. For so many years, although I know what kind of person he is in my heart, in fact, sometimes I can't resist his electric eyes when I face to face alone. Without a trace, however, I cannot deny that my body still has an instinctive reaction. But it was only a few tenths of a second, and I suddenly asked him again, "Is the other half in your heart what you said just now? No other requirements?"
"Oh, and more," he said.
When I was starting to regret continuing to dwell on this issue, he said with a serious expression: "Also, I like women with flat chests, not busty." After finishing speaking, he glanced lightly at my breasts.
I was the only one who would ask such a sentence again, I subconsciously puffed out my chest, and quickly threw out the next question to cover up the derailment just now, "You have entered the music scene this year, and now you have made great achievements. So, is it because of the love of music, or is it the law of the showbiz that when you act, you sing?"
His eyes were still lingering on my chest, which made me stand up, and it didn’t make me hold my chest, so I had to raise the volume and repeat the question just now, and then he came back to his senses, smiled coquettishly and said, "Oh, I'm sorry I was distracted. I thought about it. The last question I answered just now was not very rigorous. I don't like women with flat chests, but women with small breasts."
The discussion on the topic of breasts really broke me down, especially Cheng Hua's eyes were carefully looking at my breasts with a complicated and considerate expression from the beginning to the end. I resisted the urge to stand up and leave several times, and continued Asked: "Didn't you hear the question just now? Do you want me to repeat it again?"
"Oh, I heard. About music, right? I like music because of the girl who encouraged me to be an actress in high school. She said that my voice is very charming and magnetic. I think, only singing can make this This advantage is more obvious."
After interviewing all the content, I really don't know how Cheng Hua's head grows. If I were really a reporter who didn't know him at all, I think I would indeed be moved by what he had to say. A very popular star, he never forgets you who was at the same table back then, even he chose the career of acting because of that girl. This kind of unprecedented, innocent man to death is simply not a creature that should exist in the entertainment industry.
But, you lied to others, how could you fool me? He also told his sister that I encouraged him to be an actor, and that I praised his voice for its magnetism, oh, buy tears... If I ever said something related to his voice, it would be the same, "It's a pity that it sounds so good. voice, say such shameless words!"
However, Cheng Hua was able to calmly speak nonsense in front of another person involved in the incident he pointed out. I really don't know what kind of mental state this is.
But, it doesn't matter to me. I'm here for an interview, not to crack down on counterfeiting, and today is not March 15, and my surname is neither Sima nor Fang.
I want to write an interview with Cheng Hua, and whether he is true or not, he really said a lot today, which is enough for me. I haven't mentioned names and names all the time, so why do I need to substitute myself? Maybe he was talking about other girls at all, although in my memory, he never had such a person around him. But I guess, if I persist in thinking that the person who has had a profound impact on his life must be me, and point it out righteously, he will probably laugh at me for being sentimental. .
After the interview was over and when it was time to shoot a film, Cheng Hua showed her eagerness to show off her figure again. I slogged through and took two pictures of him in a bathrobe before putting him back in normal clothes and taking a few more pictures.
Fortunately, we are a newspaper, not a magazine, and the demand for photos is not very high, so I quickly completed the task.
After packing up the camera and the interview machine, I got up and said goodbye. Cheng Hua was still wearing the snow-white casual attire he wore in the last photoshoot. Since he was young, he had preferred white, or perhaps Aunt Yue liked to wear white for him back then.
I've always been objective and fair. Although I really can't gather too much affection for Cheng Hua, I'd still like to praise him a few words. It's rare for someone to be able to wear a suit of white in such a clean and refreshing way. Effect. It is also the person of Ben Sanzhang, his skin is still in a good mess, without any fine lines and spots. Wearing this white dress, he is both noble and charming, elegant and elegant. If a white horse is stuffed under his buttocks, he will really be a real prince charming.
I admired him briefly, waiting for him to call the driver to take me back. However, after I looked at him from head to toe three times, he still didn't move, and the driver didn't come in. I had no choice but to ask, "Cheng Hua, I'm leaving. Where did you ask the person who picked me up? Where can I find him? Has he been waiting for me downstairs?"
"How come?" Cheng Hua seemed surprised, "It's inhumane to have him wait for you downstairs for such a long time."
"So?" I suddenly had an ominous premonition.
"Of course I let him go."
I took a deep breath, put the camera around my neck, and said, "Okay, then I'll go back by car. After the manuscript is published tomorrow, I will ask you to confirm it before publishing it. I will call you when the time comes."
"Okay, but, Momo, our side is relatively remote, and it's basically impossible to get a ride at this late hour." Cheng Hua said.
I glanced at him, didn't intend to stop, and continued to walk towards the gate. He followed me and sighed, "If you insist on leaving, I'll accompany you to wait for the bus."
I glanced at him angrily, why do I insist on leaving, do local interviews include accommodation these days
But I am not familiar with the road on his side, I am quite happy that he can take me to a place where I can get a ride, otherwise I might really get lost in this black light.
At midnight on a sweltering summer day, I stood by the side of the road sticky all over, looking at the empty road and Cheng Hua who seemed not in a hurry.
I'm wearing cropped trousers, and the exposed calves have been eaten by all the mosquitoes in the vicinity, calling friends and friends for several meals. I doubt they can find a good place to bite now. Cheng Hua was wearing long clothes and trousers, and only occasionally waved away the mosquitoes that flew in front of her eyes, and then calmly watched me scratching back and forth in embarrassment. Every time I bent down to scratch my itch, the expensive camera hanging around my neck knocked against my stomach. Cheng Hua probably couldn't bear to look at it, so he stretched out his hand and said, "Do you want me to help you?"
I was so itchy that I was about to collapse, and for a moment I forgot that the person next to me was the heinous Cheng Hua, so I quickly took the camera off my neck and handed it over to him, and handed him my bag by the way, freeing up both hands to scratch as much as I wanted. .
Unexpectedly, when I handed the things to him, he slowly squatted down, lightly touched my calf with his fingertips, raised his head and asked with a smile, "Is it this itch?"