The window on the eighth floor of the hotel was gray, and the sun was looming, just turning a little red. Lu Wen sat by the bed and put on a T-shirt, trying not to make a sound.
But Qu Yanting still woke up, his eyelids tightened under the cover of a few strands of hair, and then loosened, slowly opening a lazy gap. He looked at Lu Wen who was dressed, reacted for a few seconds, and said, "It's so early...it's not yet dawn."
"Soon." Lu Wen brushed his hair away, "I have to go to make up first, and the stylist will give me a cut today."
Qu Yanting dazedly rubbed on the pillow, counting it as a nod, and then watched Lu Wen get dressed sleepily, and when the other party got up, he stretched out his hand from under the quilt and grabbed it.
Lu Wen thought he had something to do, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
Qu Yanting didn't do anything, and couldn't show any qualified coquettishness. After a pause, she said, "I was so tired last night, did you give me a bath?"
"I've washed it." Lu Wen replied, bent down and patted Qu Yanting's butt through the quilt, "You still put on the ointment when you fell asleep, you can feel it for yourself."
It's good not to mention it, but once it was mentioned, Qu Yanting immediately felt that it was cool down below, and he shrank back to the bed, without wasting time, and said: "Remember to eat breakfast."
Lu Wen tucked the air-conditioning quilt tightly and said, "I know, let's sleep a little longer, see you on set."
Qu Yanting lay on the pillow, touched the empty side to feel the remaining warmth, and followed the tall figure with his eyes. He was not sure if Lu Wen could hear it, and when the door opened, he said again: "How about..."
"Huh?" Lu Wen didn't hear clearly, and stopped behind the door and turned his head.
It's true to put on makeup early, and it's also true to prevent other people on this floor from seeing it. Qu Yanting understands it, but he wants Lu Wen to sleep a little longer, and said, "How about living in this room in exchange?"
Lu Wen was a little surprised: "Are you serious?"
Qu Yanting rubbed the pillow again: "Who has time to tease you so early in the morning."
Lu Wen confirmed: "Aren't you afraid of being seen by others?"
The relationship between each other is not a secret, so why sneak around, Qu Yanting told the truth like a trick to deceive people, and replied: "I'm even more afraid that I won't see you."
In the hotel corridor in the early morning, Lu Wenxi hummed happily, and bumped into Sun Xiaojian who woke him up when he turned a corner, took the breakfast sandwich, and walked out with his shoulders.
Sun Xiaojian asked sensitively: "Why are you burning buns so much today?"
"They obviously burn it every day." Lu Wen took a big bite and devoured it. "By the way, I have something to tell you."
After entering the elevator, Sun Xiaojian stroked his chest first: "Is it related to Director Qu?"
Lu Wendao: "You are so smart, it's our business."
"Fuck, what are you guys doing again?!" Sun Xiaojian just came back from a trip for a day, and he might have to leave again, "I confessed my love on the fucking show, what are you doing? The next step is to live broadcast the marriage?!"
Lu Wen said pleasantly: "Wow, it's so convenient now? Then just a few yachts will be used as part of the money?"
"Be your size!" Sun Xiaojian yelled, "Fortunately, you two are men, otherwise if you follow this trend, you won't be far off bringing Lu Xiaowen to a parent-child show!"
Lu Wen was trembling with laughter while holding the sandwich, and said, "Then what will you call your child when you have a child, Little Sword?"
Sun Xiaojian asked anxiously: "Ancestor, can you let me live long enough to have children?"
Laughing out of sleepiness, walking out of the elevator, Lu Wen returned to the original topic, facing the rising sun to start a new day, and said energetically, "Help me carry my luggage, I'm going to live in Teacher Qu's room."
Although it is not good, but it is still within the acceptable range, Sun Xiaojian said: "I have expected such a shameless day."
Lu Wen came up with the same trick again: "Oh, it was Qu Yanting who insisted that I live with him, how dare I be disobedient."
Still filming in that apartment today, Lu Wen's hair was slightly trimmed, his eyebrows and makeup were changed, the sense of decadence was lessened, and the outline of the whole person appeared sharper.
After a hearty love/event ended, Meng Chuntai was physically and mentally exhausted, as if he had died once, he woke up among the messy mattresses, and saw Chen Bizhi smoking a slender lady's cigarette by the window.
Chen Bizhi lazily said, "Wake up, take the door with you when you leave."
Meng Chuntai had never seen such a courtesan, who would not beg for money and gifts in a man's arms after indulging, but would drive him away instead. He silently put on his clothes, put his hands into his hair and clenched it a few times.
Suddenly, there was a rapid horn sound downstairs, two cars stopped, and a group of police officers rushed into the building. They received news that Meng Chuntai was hiding here.
The police searched from room to room, the apartment building was full of chaos, there was a rude knock on the door, Chen Bizhi put on her nightgown and opened the door, and said provocatively with half of her chest exposed: "It's so early, police officer, I don't go to work until late at night. .”
Seeing that it was her, the leading policeman did not barge in, but only asked if they had seen Meng Chuntai.
Chen Bizhi looked at the portrait, and said with a smile: "Who do you think I am? I'm only familiar with your sheriff, the young owner of Longxing Commercial Company, and the general manager of the trade department. I don't know this kind of kid who was arrested Will keep an eye out."
After moving out of the superior, the police dared not enter the house to search, took a rough look at the room and left. When the car downstairs drove away, Chen Bizhi walked to the closet and opened the door.
Meng Chuntai curled up in a pile of cheongsam and foreign skirts, with a embarrassed expression on his face.
Chen Bizhi laughed, pulled him out, and touched his face: "Tsk tsk, he looks so handsome, but he's a rotten gambler who can't stand on the wall. It's a pity whether he dies or not."
Meng Chuntai didn't expect to escape, and said, "You could push me out just now."
"One night couple, one hundred days of grace." Chen Bizhi returned to the bed, picked up the pocket watch, and softly tore Meng Chuntai's appearance, "If you really want to die, why hide, right?"
Meng Chuntai allowed himself to be ridiculed, and said, "This place has been exposed, and it will be a matter of time."
Chen Bizhi said, "That's not necessarily true."
Meng Chuntai didn't understand the meaning of this sentence until three days later. Chen Bizhi came back smelling of alcohol in the early morning, spent the night with a certain mistress, unscrewed the small bag, and took out a red license issued by the Military/Special/Affair Office.
With this certificate as a talisman, the policemen or thugs that Tang Deyin finds are helpless. Even if Meng Chuntai owes a huge debt, he can deny it to death.
The current situation is turbulent, and the law is like nothing. Meng Chuntai once again walked the streets of Guangzhou City aboveboard, and finally realized that power is the only condition for survival.
And the shortcut to gain power...Meng Chuntai used his skin and body to collude with Chen Bizhi, in order to make a wider network of contacts and step up to the upper class.
He has no special skills, except that he has been fascinated by his ears and eyes since he was a child, and he can tell the authenticity of antiques and cultural relics at a glance. With this useless ability, he has gradually become prosperous.
Meng Chuntai changed suddenly, from a poor gambling waste to the hottest Mr. Meng, high-ranking officials, rich overseas Chinese businessmen, all favored him.
The rumored Lu Baoer became more and more popular, and Meng Chuntai knew that Tang Deyin was still eyeing it.
A year has passed, and Meng Chuntai enjoys a luxurious life. He is notoriously extravagant and fastidious, and he fully demonstrates his old virtues in Beiping.
There were two ups and downs, as if nothing had changed, and there had been no progress, but in troubled times, it was an extravagant hope to survive, Meng Chuntai thought indulgently, this is all right, and there is no regret if he dies tomorrow.
The car turned on the street in the afternoon, Meng Chuntai was in a suit and leather shoes, and was going to attend a dance held by the French, and Chen Bizhi accompanied him as a female companion.
Their relationship is still maintained, a dude, a courtesan, seriously called a "concubine", but I am afraid no one will believe that there is a trace of indefinable comfort under this relationship.
Meng Chuntai faced the window, and there was a church in front of it. Female students came to pray every week. Yishui's blue skirt swayed in the wind, which reminded him of the summer when he first came to Guangzhou.
Passing the gate of the church, Meng Chuntai saw a woman walking out.
With his eyes fixed, he tried his best to recognize the familiar figure, then slammed down the door and told the driver: "Stop, stop!"
The tires rubbed against the ground, Tao Suyi stood still in shock, held the baby in her arms tighter, tucked her shoulder-length short hair behind her ears, raised her head, and saw Meng Chuntai approaching her in a daze.
The autumn wind blew past, and the two were half a meter apart, looking at each other wordlessly.
After a long time, Meng Chuntai's eyes fell on Tao Suyi's embrace, he swallowed a mouthful of breeze, and said, "Is this your child?"
Tao Suyi hugged her even tighter, and admitted softly: "Yes."
Meng Chuntai took a step forward and asked, "Who did you marry? Why is there no news?"
Tao Suyi turned her face away and saw Chen Bizhi's face in the car window. She occasionally heard about Meng Chuntai, so she was not surprised, and asked instead, "Are you with a courtesan?"
Meng Chuntai was silent, stepped closer in front of Tao Suyi, lowered his head, and looked at the baby who was sleeping peacefully in the swaddle, only five or six months old, a boy.
He obviously didn't smoke, but his voice became hoarse. He said, "What's the child's name?"
Tao Suyi replied, "I haven't named it yet."
"How can it be done?" Meng Chuntai said, "At least it must have a name."
Tao Suyi still looked quiet and smart, and said: "My cousin's name is Chunsuo Qiongtai. He has been prosperous all his life, but he has gone through many twists and turns. It can be seen that the name is not so important."
Tang Zhai's car arrived, and Tao Suyi sat in the car with the child in her arms, and didn't say goodbye, nor looked at Meng Chuntai again.
The car drove away and disappeared at the end of the street. Meng Chuntai stood there, absurdly thinking that he had a hallucination. It was not until the driver reminded him that he came back to his senses like a dream.
Back in the car, Meng Chuntai propped his temples in a daze, and didn't speak for a long time.
Chen Bizhi asked with interest: "Who is that woman?"
Meng Chuntai said, "Cousin."
Chen Bizhi scoffed, "Have you slept?"
Meng Chuntai remained silent, and Chen Bizhi said confidently, "I don't know you guys yet."
As the car turned a corner, Meng Chuntai's body tilted slightly, and he caught a glimpse of the silver ring on Chen Bizhi's hand. It was a cheap old ring that was worn out, and it didn't go well with the expensive silk cheongsam.
After a certain intimacy, Chen Bizhi leaned against the bed and looked through a small wooden box, which contained several letters and an old yellowed photo. In the photo, Chen Bizhi was a young girl, also wearing Indanthrene, with two twisted braids, and beside her was a boy in a school uniform.
Meng Chuntai took a look and felt that the boy's facial features were somewhat similar to his.
Chen Bizhi poured out a silver ring from the envelope, wiped it and said: "It's so shabby, women in my hometown wear this kind of cheap ring, if I wear it, I will definitely be laughed at by the eighth ladies in the ballroom."
She polished it, but she put it on, admiring it smugly back and forth. Meng Chuntai pouted at the boy in the photo and asked, "Did he give it to you?"
Chen Bizhi said: "Yes, he also said that he will give me rubies when he gets rich."
Meng Chuntai said: "Then is he developed?"
Chen Bizhi nodded: "Being an officer is less promising than your wealth."
A tree shadow passed by the car window, Meng Chuntai stared sideways at the shabby ring, he didn't continue to ask that time, now he was a little curious, and said hesitantly: "Then what about your man?"
Chen Bizhi was startled, clutched her hands, and replied lightly: "I've already died in battle, anyway, I disappeared."
Meng Chuntai said, "Do you miss him?"
Chen Bizhi snorted: "Maybe think about which pair of shoes I will wear tomorrow."
Meng Chuntai wondered, in Tao Suyi's heart, whether he was dead or disappeared, and in the days to come, he would not think of him intentionally or unintentionally.
Suddenly, the baby in the swaddle came to mind, innocent and fragile, even without a name, Meng Chuntai said to himself: "How about calling it 'Si Nian'?"
Chen Bizhi asked, "What?"
Meng Chuntai looked up at Qiuguang and said, "The Si people have passed away, and the years have passed away."
Right as a dream.