Qu Yanting didn't close his eyes all night.
When he was young, he was haunted by nightmares, recorded dreams, stared in a daze under the vines, and spent countless nights with his eyes open, so he has a lot of experience in dealing with insomnia.
I watched a movie in the first half of the night, played Lego in the second half of the night, and then sat on the bed listening to the wind outside the window. As dawn approached, the dark clouds were blown away, and Qu Yanting finally closed her eyes in a dazed state.
He rested for about half an hour, got up to take a shower, changed clothes, and packed the things he brought to work as usual. I didn't have an appetite for breakfast, so I just made a bowl of cat rice for Commander Huang.
Qu Yanting squatted in front of the rice bowl, bent his index finger to scrape Commander Huang's head, and asked, "Is it fragrant?"
Normally, Commander Huang only cared about eating and ignored him at all, but perhaps his voice was so hoarse today, Commander Huang gave him a strange look and let out a "meow".
Qu Yanting asked a cat for help: "What should I do?"
Commander Huang didn't respond. He stroked the back of the cat's neck and said, "He has a schedule during the day, so I'll probably go to him at night and come back later."
Qu Yanting stood up: "Wish me good luck."
The streets are not too congested. Qu Yanting usually likes to drive quietly. Today, when he turns on the loop of the music single "The Heart Is Too Soft", whenever he sings the part that Lu Wen sent to him, his palms will rub against the steering wheel uneasily.
He stopped within the white line at the intersection, his eyes were tired, and the red light blurred a circle of fur in his vision, like the spider web-like bloodshot spreading on his white eyeballs.
He lowered his head, unlocked the phone, and dialed Lu Wen's number.
Qu Yanting thought this way. During the short interval of waiting for the red light, even if he couldn't get through, he wouldn't be too disappointed. As he expected, the familiar female voice said, "The user you dialed has turned off the phone."
With a bang, Lu Wen put his phone down on the placemat and sat down with his back to the window, with the sun shining on his shoulders from behind. He raised his hands and rubbed them along the corner of his jaw to his forehead from bottom to top.
The dark circles under the eyes were quite conspicuous, and Sister Lingling exclaimed: "Are you staying up late again?"
Lu Wen didn't sleep at all. After chatting with the little writer last night, not only his relationship problems were not resolved, but he was also worried about the other party, which made him even more depressed.
After playing games all night, he was hungry, glanced at the freshly baked buns, and said critically, "I don't want to eat this, let me have a bowl of shrimp wonton."
Sister Lingling went to order the kitchen to prepare, and said, "Take two bites first."
Lu Wen randomly picked a piece and was eating it when Lu Zhanqing dressed up and sat down on the other side of the table. The father and son have had zero communication recently, using each other as air.
Lu Wen slowed down his chewing speed, and suddenly remembered the words from the little writer of Social Horror, parents, family affection, things he likes can't be grasped... He has it but doesn't cherish it, he seems a bit of a jerk.
There were hot lemonade and milk on the table, Lu Wen broke the deadlock: "Dad, what are you drinking?"
Lu Zhanqing was stunned for a moment without showing any signs, and replied, "Water."
Lu Wen poured a glass and handed it over. The hand that took the bread left fingerprints on the glass. Lu Zhanqing didn't dislike it. He drank half of the glass and said, "Didn't sleep well last night?"
"...um." Lu Wen said, "Playing games."
Lu Zhanqing said, "Take a rest after dinner."
"It's okay, I'm sleeping in the car, I have an audition today."
Lu Wen knew that he couldn't hide what happened yesterday, so Lao Yan must have reported it to Lu Zhanqing. And Lu Zhanqing really knew it well, but he didn't mention a word, as if nothing had happened.
Shrimp wontons were cooked, and the two of them had breakfast tacitly. Lu Wen said, "The nanny car will pick me up later, so I don't need Uncle Yan to take it."
Lu Zhanqing said, "Tell Lao Yan directly, don't tell me."
This was a precursor to the lifting of the ban, but Lu Wen couldn't be happy. He had just quarreled with Qu Yanting and got into a stalemate. He said in a moody way: "I'm too lazy to make trouble, so I won't move back to Zishan."
After eating wontons, Lu Wen estimated that the babysitter's car was coming soon, so he turned on his phone, which had been shut down overnight, unlocked the screen, and a series of missed calls and unread messages popped up.
He counted, and Qu Yanting made thirty-seven phone calls to him.
After the car was parked and turned off, Qu Yanting went all the way into the side hall of the studio.
He nodded and flipped through the call records, hesitating whether to try again. In fact, every time he made another call, he became more pessimistic, and the longer it took to build his mind before making the next call.
He also sent Lu Wen a WeChat message, I'm sorry, answer my phone, let's talk, and there are only these few words over and over again. The slightly longer content has been deleted, deleted, and deleted, lest I say something wrong and cause misunderstandings.
After passing the tea room, Qiao Bian greeted in a good mood: "Qu Bian, good morning."
Qu Yanting didn't raise her head: "Morning."
Qiao Bian said: "I bought coffee, Qu Bian, would you like a cup?"
Qu Yanting slid her phone and didn't hear it, so she went straight up the stairs. Qiao Bian and Yu Nan looked at each other, lowered their voices and asked, "What's the situation with your boss?"
Yu Nan shrugged: "I don't know either."
Qiao Zhi stuffed him with a cup of coffee and said, "You send it up, and check it out by the way."
Yu Nan didn't have the guts. After being with Qu Yanting for these years, he knew how much he didn't like to talk about his personal affairs. From family and friends to growth experience, he almost never heard Qu Yanting take the initiative to mention it.
Go upstairs and knock on the door, and Yu Nan enters the room: "Boss, Joe made your coffee."
Qu Yanting stood in front of the printer, out of ink, and was replacing a new ink cartridge, and said, "Put it on the table."
Putting it away, Yu Nan walked over and said, "Boss, let me do it."
Qu Yanting handed it to him, and picked up the hot coffee after returning to the table. Yu Nan quickly changed it, took away the empty packing box, and said, "Call me if you need anything, and I'll go down."
"Go." When the other party came to the door, Qu Yanting suddenly stopped, "Wait a minute."
Yu Nan stood still: "What's the matter, boss?"
As the boss of the studio, Qu Yanting never pays attention to the private life of employees and colleagues. At this moment, he is not used to asking, "Do you have a girlfriend?"
Yu Nan was a little puzzled: "I've been talking with my girlfriend for four years..." He said in his heart, everyone in the studio knows it, boss, you really don't care much.
Qu Yanting suddenly realized, and asked again: "Then will you fight?"
"Of course." Yu Nan replied, "Couples all over the world will quarrel, but the monks who don't quarrel are Buddhists."
Qu Yanting took a sip of coffee, the bitterness spread on the tip of his tongue: "After the quarrel is over..." He tried his best to put on a generous attitude, but he was really embarrassed, "How can we make up?"
Yu Nan Zhinan said, "Just coax."
Qu Yanting was skeptical: "Just coaxing?"
"Anyway, if I make a mistake, I'll admit it and coax her and buy a small gift." Yu Nan concluded, "If she makes a mistake, well, just act like a baby and I'll calm down."
Qu Yanting added: "It was a serious quarrel."
Yu Nan thought for a moment: "If it's really serious, we broke up. Being able to reconcile means it's not serious."
Qu Yanting felt quite reasonable, and asked without shame: "What if the other party keeps ignoring you and not answering your calls?"
"This kind of situation is generally divided into two types." Yu Nan said, "One type is punishment, let you reflect on it, remember the lesson, and then reconcile. The other type is to let it cool down."
Qu Yanting's heart skipped a beat, suddenly he felt that the coffee was too bitter to swallow, and he didn't know what else he wanted to ask.
Yu Nan didn't dare to ask questions at first, but after being cared by Qu Yanting for a while, he couldn't help gossip boldly: "Boss, are you in a relationship?"
Qu Yanting frowned: "What's the matter, is it strange?"
Yu Nan was shocked and said: "Really?!" He was even more shocked that Qu Yanting was willing to admit, "You have been single for so many years, we all thought you were going to be a single nobleman."
Qu Yanting said: "I'm lucky this year."
After the door was closed, Qu Yanting turned on the computer to write the script, a job that paid attention to inspiration, and stumbled a little bit. He barely held on for a while, and opened the search engine.
The slender ten fingers became clumsy on the keyboard for the first time, and Qu Yanting typed: How to coax people
After browsing through the answers, Qu Yanting was not satisfied, so she re-entered: How to coax a boyfriend
Then it develops into sentence expansion exercises—how to coax an angry boyfriend? How to coax an angry boyfriend who is a few years younger
I searched for similar answers several times, suggesting to act like a baby to my boyfriend. It seems that Yu Nan's conclusion is correct. Qu Yanting fell into a new blind spot, and immediately searched: How to act like a baby to a boyfriend
Acting like a baby.
There are a hundred sentences commonly used in acting like a baby.
How to act like a baby naturally
After searching five or six items, Qu Yanting picked up her mobile phone, opened Lu Wen's WeChat, and entered Dao—husband.
After typing, I almost threw my phone out of the window, and was so scared that I quickly deleted it.
He held his forehead to calm down for a few minutes, removed the address and edited again: Please talk to me, talk to your little idiot!
Qu Yanting got goosebumps, and even wanted to vomit out of the coffee he drank. He deleted it again, fearing that Lu Wen would dump him if he sent it out.
After a lot of tossing, Qu Yanting felt that it was still easy to write the script, so he switched back to the story and started the first revision after the first draft of "Hiding".
Until it was dark, and the chatter downstairs was lively, Yu Nan knocked on the door and asked, "Boss, aren't you off work?"
Qu Yanting said: "You guys get off work, I'll leave later."
Yu Nan hesitated a little, and said, "Boss, "The First Night" will be broadcast this Thursday. Everyone wants to celebrate that night. If you're OK, I'll make a reservation in advance."
The hands on the keyboard stopped. Qu Yanting predicted the situation on Thursday, and Lu Wen calmed down. They might wait for the premiere together. If Lu Wen didn't calm down, then he was not in the mood to celebrate.
"Forget it first." He prevaricated with an excuse, "If the grades are good after the broadcast, I will treat everyone to an expensive meal."
As the night fell completely, Qu Yanting rushed to Zishan Famous Buildings after get off work, organizing language like preparing a manuscript along the way. When he arrived at the destination, the lights of the white villa were dark and the door was locked, and the words he was brewing were futilely clutched in his chest.
Qu Yanting sat in the car and waited for a while, holding the phone, flipping through it three times and four times to press the call button, and worried about hearing a mechanical female voice for the thirty-eighth time.
I changed my mind to encourage myself, I have listened to it so many times anyway, is it okay to do it one more time
He dialed the number nervously, waiting for the sound to echo in the car, and got through!
Qu Yanting pinched the sides of the fuselage, three beeps, five beeps, seven or eight beeps... Finally, no one answered and automatically hung up. He was a little dazed, and slowly lay on the steering wheel.
For the next three days, Qu Yanting never contacted Lu Wen again.
The emotions accumulated from dozens of phone calls fell down that night, and the loss turned into fear, and he didn't dare to reach out his hand.
On Thursday, the day when "The First Night" was broadcast, Qu Yanting could guess the atmosphere in the studio. She didn't want to force a smile or spoil everyone's interest, so she stayed at home and didn't go to work.
Lu Wen aired him for four days, which was as long as a century, and he suspected that he had already aired out.
When Qu Yanting was in a bad mood, he cleaned up the house until the afternoon. As the spring warmed up, he tidied up his closet, and suddenly collapsed when he found the smoky purple sweater.
He hugged the sweater in a daze.
Did Lu Wen really ignore him? Or are you punishing him
Whether being with him is more exhausting than happy.
Will they break up
Qu Yanting rubbed his hair anxiously, when his phone rang, he opened WeChat in a panic, and the crew's work group posted links to some media's promotional drafts.
The artist's Weibo was included in it. Qu Yanting clicked on it, and the page jumped. Lu Wen just posted a message five minutes ago - no work today, waiting for "The First Night" to start broadcasting.
Maybe... Qu Yanting plucked up the courage to call Lu Wen with a smoky purple sweater in her arms.
After three rings, Lu Wen answered suddenly.
Qu Yanting took away the phone at a loss, and believed it after a quick glance, but he forgot all the words, and he said blankly: "Lu Wen...it's me."
"I know." Lu Wen replied in a low voice.
Qu Yanting tried her best to hide her grievance: "You are finally willing to listen to my call."
Lu Wen asked, "What's the matter?"
Qu Yanting wanted to see him, thinking every day: "Are you free, let's meet and talk."
Lu Wen said, "I'm not free."
"I read your Weibo," Qu Yanting insisted, "You said you won't start work today, can you see me?"
Lu Wen replied: "I have a private matter."
Qu Yanting was stimulated by the word "private matter", understood the feeling, and immediately panicked: "Are you still angry with me?"
Lu Wen's tone was not warm at all, very strange: "Didn't it be too late for you to say that you regretted it, so I have been thinking about it these days."
"Don't..." Qu Yanting buried her face in the sweater, "I was talking nonsense that day, can you forgive me once?"
"Give me another chance and try again with me."
"I will never lie to you again."
"Sorry, I was wrong..."
Qu Yanting's voice was muffled and soft, a bit like crying. He blocked Lu Wen's words sentence by sentence, until it turned into a begging: "Baby... don't break up with me."
There was silence on the phone.
After a while, Lu Wen said, "Open the door for me."
Qu Yanting raised his head in a daze, and rushed out of the bedroom clutching his mobile phone, so startled that Commander Huang raised his head in the nest. He didn't look at the cat's eyes, stopped at the entrance and twisted the door open.
Lu Wen stood outside the door, his shirt was loose with two buttons, and his looming chest heaved quietly.
Qu Yanting looked at him in a daze.
"I want to teach you a lesson." Lu Wen said, "You can scold me, you can scold me, but you can't talk nonsense."
He glanced at the sweater in Qu Yanting's arms: "I will chase you only when I like you. If I don't catch you, I can't wait to get lost in front of my mother's grave. On the second day of falling in love, I can't help but tell my friends, and even almost tell me Dad admits it. I love you willingly, you shouldn't use 'stop loss' to describe it."
"Even if there is any loss for me being with you, I will bear it myself."
"I didn't scare you or lie to you just now, I've been thinking about it these days."
"I am impulsive, immature, and often do things out of my mind. I will change in the future, but it will take some time."
"Are you willing to wait for me to correct it?" Lu Wen rolled his Adam's apple and said in the original words, "If you don't want to, it's too late to regret it now."
Qu Yanting was too confused to speak.
Lu Wen stepped in front of him and endured for four days with the greatest concentration in his life. He wanted to persist until the evening, but all his previous efforts were wasted because of two words.
He asked, "Will you make up with me?"
Qu Yanting's eyes were slightly red, and she kept nodding.
"Call me baby again." Lu Wen whispered, "I will call you later."