After nine o'clock in the evening, Sui Yi came back from work, Ning Lan blocked the door mysteriously, biting chopsticks and asked him to guess what to eat at night.
Sui Yi actually had a boxed lunch in the crew and said, "I don't know."
Ning Lan made a "cut", feeling that he was boring, and threw her butt back into the house. Sui Yi followed behind him and saw an induction cooker placed on the table. On the stove was a small pot, in which the noodles were cooking gurglingly. There are two fried eggs on the side plate.
Ning Lan opened the lid of the pot and scooped the noodles into the disposable bowl: "There are too few ingredients in the supermarket here, and the eggs are bought from the fast food truck. The little brother said that omelettes are not only for sale, and I bid five yuan for him. Just let go. Don't go to his stall to buy lunch in the future, it's too dark!"
Sui Yi didn't expect his casual remarks, but Ning Lan really took it to heart and got tools from somewhere to make noodles for him. The heat in the pot evaporated into the air, Ning Lan's palm-sized face turned red in the steam, and her bright eyes stared at the pot, as if some human delicacy was being cooked in it.
Sui Yi raised his hand and paused when he was about to touch Ning Lan's face. He turned a corner and tugged at the braid tied on Ning Lan's forehead. Ning Lan concentrated on loafing the noodles and said "tsk" unhappily. .
A few drops of sesame oil was sprinkled, and the fragrance wafted out, finally giving people a little appetite. The two started eating with their noodle bowls in hand, chatting with each other, basically Ning Lan asked Sui Yi to answer.
"How does it feel to film a kiss scene?"
Sui Yi took a mouthful of noodle soup and said, "It's not very good."
Ning Lan poked open the fried egg yolk, disgusted with the fully cooked, and asked, "Didn't you say Huang Xiaoxi is pretty?"
After Sui Yi finished eating, he put down the bowl of noodles and said, "The body is too fragrant, and the lipstick is too bright."
Ning Lan laughed: "It's like you don't have makeup."
"I didn't wear lipstick."
Ning Lan's eyes moved to Sui Yi's lips. His lips were full, and when he pressed the corners of his mouth, he looked cold and a little fierce. It always gives a feeling of being inaccessible.
But soft is quite soft, Ning Lan licked her lips, thinking so.
Sui Yi was also looking at him, seeing a bright red tongue slip out, and quickly retract it, very naughty. He hesitated for a while, and didn't tell Ning Lan about putting plastic wrap on his mouth in today's kiss scene.
After more than 30 consecutive hours without sleep, Sui Yi fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow after taking a shower. Ning Lan was very sensible and didn't come to harass him overnight.
The next morning, Ning Lan received a call from Zhang Fan and asked him where he was going. Ning Lan lied and said that he had returned to his hometown, and exchanged a guilty look with Sui Yi next to him. Zhang Fan didn't say anything, he just asked him to come back early, AOW's new single is already in the planning, it's time to learn the new dance with LaLajin.
Ning Lan hung up the phone with a sad face. Dancing gave him a headache. Thinking of him, an old man who could wrestle while walking, jumping around among a group of seventeen or eighteen young people, he felt that life was really difficult.
Sui Yi comforted him: "The video of the new dance has been sent to my mailbox. During the noon break, I will come back to teach you."
In order to avoid the heat, the crew started work very early today, and took a full three-hour vacation during the hottest time period. Sui Yi returned to the hotel by appointment, put on makeup and felt uncomfortable, put down her bag and went to the bathroom to wash her face.
Ning Lan was in a good mood and followed behind him like a little tail. Sui Yi took off his makeup and handed him a cotton pad, washed his face and made a mess behind him, poked his waist and pinched his legs. Stretch in the waistband.
Sui Yi didn't have any itchy flesh on his body, and he couldn't stand his provocation, so he said with a sullen face, "Don't make trouble."
Ning Lan laughed hilariously, wrapped her arms around Sui Yi's waist like she was addicted to the game and continued to move her hands up and down, quietly sighing in her heart that her young and tender body is so good, her abs are awesome, she must touch it next time she has sex.
Just when Sui Yi felt that if he let him down again, the gun would go off the rails, the phone in his pocket rang. Ning Lan moved her hand to his buttocks, and patted the vibrating mobile phone vaguely: "Calling."
Sui Yi was still washing his face and said, "It doesn't matter."
Ning Lan had already pulled out his cell phone and said, "Sui Cheng... will you answer?"
Sui Yi paused for a moment: "No."
After washing his face, the phone rang again, and Sui Yi pressed it directly. The dance video started to play, and the phone rang again. Seeing that Sui Yi's expression was gradually gloomy, Ning Lan picked up the phone and pressed it to connect: "What's the matter?"
The tone was frighteningly cold.
In less than half a minute, he hung up the phone, stood up and walked out. Ning Lan followed worriedly, and Sui Yi walked to the door and said to him, "I'll go out and come back right away."
Wearing a hat and mask while going down the stairs, I walked through the commercial street unhurriedly, and saw a black Land Rover parked at the main entrance of the school in the distance.
He directly opened the passenger car door and sat on it, took off his hat and said, "I only have five minutes, please make a long story short."
The middle-aged man in the driver's seat was in a suit and leather shoes. Upon closer inspection, his eyebrows and eyes were quite similar to those of Sui Yi, but he was more calm, and his unsmiling expression was particularly solemn and serious.
"Half a year, you should have had enough fun, right?" Sui Cheng said.
"Playing?" Sui Yi's face was hidden under the mask, so he couldn't see his expression, "I'm not playing."
"If you don't think it's a low price, I'm still ashamed of doing some shit here under the sun."
Sui Yi said coldly, "I'm filming my movie, what are you losing? When someone else asks, you can say that I've been swept out of the house, and I'm no longer your son."
Sui Cheng has a bad temper and often frowns, which leads to the lingering Sichuan character lines on his forehead. He takes out the momentum of calling for wind and rain in the mall: "Who swept you out of the house? You are the one who ran away from home, you are disobedient. It's also you, prank with me with a good future, is it childish?"
"I'm really shallow and naive," Sui Yi said, "I can't learn your step-by-step method of playing people with applause, and I can't do such filthy and disgusting things."
"You bastard!" Sui Cheng was furious, clenching his fists as if he was about to explode, met his son's fearless indifference, and persuaded himself to calm down, saying, "Don't provoke me with such words. I know you hate me. , but this is not the reason for you to ruin your future, and your mother in the spirit of heaven doesn't want to see you give up like this."
Sui Yi sneered: "Mother? At this time, do you remember to move your mother out to oppress me? ... Abandoning yourself? Is it the right choice to stay in that so-called home and applaud the sincere love between you and that person?"
"That's your teacher, the teacher who brought you from childhood to adulthood!"
Sui Yi wanted to laugh even more: "It was my mother who brought me up, and apprenticeship was the master that you helped me when I was ignorant, for your own selfish desires." If he knew about his more than ten years of piano learning, he would only be In order to cover up his father's extramarital affair, he felt that he should slam the first violin to the ground the moment he touched it, rather than wait until more than ten years later.
Now that his mother is gone, he became ruthless and made up his mind to leave. What's the use
Sui Cheng didn't want to explain what his son said, because there were some things that Sui Yi's age could not understand. He raised his hand and squeezed his eyebrows, bypassing the topic: "The teacher has found a new music school for you, and you can leave after the visa is issued. These days he is running around, and he has brought you a famous piano, which is cleaned every day. Once again, I'll wait for you to go back and try to pull. If you have any grievances, you come to Dad, don't blame him, he has brought you such a student for more than ten years, and he hopes you are well."
The light in Sui Yi's eyes surged violently, and soon returned to calm. He said, "Let him keep it for himself, I won't play the violin anymore."
As soon as he said that, he opened the door, and the hot air from the outside merged with the cold air in the car, giving people the illusion of standing on the junction of ice and fire. Sui Yi looked up at the hanging sun, and said to his father in the car, "I'm fine now, please don't disturb me in the future."
On the way back, Sui Yi pulled on his mask and walked forward, unaware that he was secretly photographed by a few girls passing by.
He remembered the day when he bumped into his revered father and teacher for more than ten years hugging and making out, and it was also such a scorching afternoon.
At that moment, all the guesses and doubts found their way out. A lot of clues that he hadn't thought about before flooded into his mind, the sad eyes of his mother before her death, and the aunt's hesitation and dodging that he didn't want to mention, all of them were found. Reasons that can be explained.
At that time, his chest was so tight, and his heart was like a cobweb-like crack under the pressure of the air pressure. He walked quickly into the piano room, where he would stay here for more than five hours a day, 365 days a year. The teacher said that he had a great talent, and coupled with his hard work, he would become a great player in the future. He spends almost all his free time on practicing the piano, just to get a compliment from his teacher.
Now, all his efforts are a joke.
He smashed his favorite violin, but the irritability in his chest that grew exponentially did not disappear.
In the eyes of adults, his actions were childish running away from home and useless passive resistance, but he had no other choice to relieve the pain except doing so.