Xia Siyu was a little surprised and looked at the time. It was already six o'clock. Bo Yan finished shooting at four o'clock in the afternoon. When she went out to shoot at five o'clock, the group next door had already left. At this time, even tourists have been persuaded to leave. It's unlikely that he would still be here now.
But the voice he spoke on the phone was indeed his slightly deep and magnetic tone.
Xia Siyu frowned and hesitated for a few seconds, and finally followed the voice.
This is the film and television city, with specially made artificial scenery and a river, connected from the mountain, winding through the film and television city. Weeping willows are also planted along the river, paired with Taihu mountain rocks.
Xia Siyu walked along the river for only two steps, and sure enough, she saw a man leaning against a willow tree not far away and talking on the phone. The man had a slender figure, black casual clothes, and black shoes, which gave him a somewhat cold and deep look without being too restrained.
It's really a weak statement.
It was a bit far away, so she couldn't hear what exactly Bo Yan was saying. In the occasional sound that drifted over, I could only hear what he seemed to be smiling about. But the strange thing is that the lower half of his face seems to be smiling, but his eyes are cold and calm, more like mocking. One face, two expressions, even if it is a smile, the smile does not reach the eyes or the bottom of the heart.
As the last words fell, he hung up the phone.
But he didn't move or leave. He still leaned quietly under the willow tree, letting the green willows above his head fly in the wind.
Just at this moment, Xia Siyu's cell phone rang, and Bo Yan also heard the sound.
He looked back, his eyes looking at her for a moment.
The lights of the movie theater came on at exactly this moment. The dim light of the street lamp shone from one side, half of his figure was reflected in the soft light, and the other half was hidden under the dark night.
Bo Yan's image in the eyes of everyone has always been that of a cold and aloof man, with no emotion or anger at all. Because he was a university lecturer before, he has the elegance and nobility of an intellectual. Moreover, he always refuses to be tied up for CP. He is very low-key except for filming, and he also has a forbidden quality that prevents strangers from getting close to him.
But at this moment, Xia Siyu felt that the darkness hidden under the unknown night was his true thoughts. Normally, there is no mountain or dew, and it is dormant. Once prey enters his hunting area, he immediately displays his sharp fangs.
Then, he stood up straight, his eyes moved slightly, he opened his long legs and walked towards her.
The phone kept ringing, but Xia Siyu didn't answer it. But when Bo Yan came, she didn't hide.
As Bo Yan approached step by step, the distance between the two of them had gradually shortened, and soon, they were only three to five meters apart.
The ringtone of her cell phone stopped just when Boyan walked up to her. The film and television city has been closed to tourists at this time, and other filming groups have also called it a day and gone home. The noise of the day had gone away, and it was quiet at this moment, as if only the two of them were left.
Although the two of them are artists, it is inevitable that they will encounter each other in the workplace. But the last time the two met in private was back on New Year's Eve, when the family had New Year's Eve dinner. But the two of them exchanged less than ten sentences together and were together for less than an hour. After dinner, you got in your car and I walked my way, looking at each other with disgust.
But at this moment, Xia Siyu felt that Bo Yan wanted to touch her face.
(End of chapter)