Because he was about to pick up the teacup, he moved forward a little, and she just handed the tea, so she naturally got closer... The two of them looked at each other just like that, separated by a cup of tea.
She was wearing a round-neck sportswear, and at such a distance, she could clearly see the delicate collarbone.
Yi Wenze raised her gaze calmly, but with such a subtle change, her face was scalded with a bang.
The smell of tobacco, mixed with the aroma of lemon tea, invades every inch of consciousness...
After a few seconds of silence, Jiahe cleared his throat: "It might be a little hot."
He took the teacup and took a small sip: "It seems, it's a little hot."
She asked with eye straps, "Would you like to add some cold water?"
"Need not."
Perhaps because they were too close, their voices were a little soft.
He took another half sip, moving very slowly, but he didn't take his eyes off her.
After the song was played, it automatically looped to the beginning, as if it would never end. Downstairs, I didn't know who won, and there was a lot of noise. Someone seemed to be calling Jiahe's name, but it wasn't clear.
After hesitating for a long time, she said, "Maybe someone called me, I'll go down and have a look."
He was silent for a while, and then smiled lightly: "Go."
As a result, she naturally fled, and the carpet under her feet was so soft that she almost tripped over herself.
When she got downstairs, she saw Jojo winking, as if she had something to say. So he moved a chair and sat over. Qiaoqiao held a card and whispered sideways, "Your phone rang just now. I took a look at it for you. It's Gu Yu."
Jiahe snorted in his heart: "Did you take it?"
Qiaoqiao looked at her sideways: "I'm too lazy to answer, so I just turned it off for you."
Jiahe was taken aback: "Shut down?"
"Do you still want to answer his phone?"
"It's not. The Beijing side said that the meeting time will be set for the next two days. I have been waiting for the call."
Jojo shrugged: "Then turn it on, be careful not to be taken back by the big bad wolf."
Jiahe didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He took out his phone from his bag, turned it on again, and five or six text messages rushed in, dizzying. She opened them one by one, many of them were promotional text messages from banks and shopping malls, and only one was from Gu Yu.
A simple line of words: I am downstairs in your house.
She looked at the phone and was silent for a long time, hesitating about the simple question of whether to reply or not. It was not until Qiao Qiao looked back at her after drawing a circle of cards that she made up her mind and quickly typed a line: I'm at Hongqiao Airport, and I'm going to Beijing for a meeting.
Just ten seconds after it was sent, he replied again: smooth sailing.
Jiahe still remembered that he had complained countless times before that it was unlucky that he couldn't say "downwind" when flying a plane, but he always laughed it off, laughing at his superstition.
She sniffed, as if it was a little blocked, probably because of the rain.
This time, Wu Zhilun looked at her: "What's the matter? Ah Ze bullied you?"
She was speechless and stood up: "Aqing, I'm sorry, can I trouble you to take me to the sleeping room first?"
Ah Qing hurriedly dropped the card, and led her into a guest room amid the background sounds of a bunch of people urging her to take care that although she didn't live often, everything in the room was newly changed before she came, so she could sleep at ease . Jiahe was even more embarrassed by what she said, and even said that she was not that picky, until she closed the door, she was relieved.
The decoration style here is very similar to the upstairs, with light-colored log floors and black furniture.
The same white rug runs by the bed.
After tossing for a night, now I can really relax. Amid the faint noise outside, she slept wrapped in a quilt. It wasn't until she woke up in the middle of the night with thirst, and when she reached out to pour water, she found that everyone had already slept, and the upstairs room was still half-open, revealing dim light.
Holding a cup, she stood downstairs and took a sip. She didn't go back to the room until she was done drinking.
When she woke up the next day, she picked up her phone and glanced at it, and it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.
There was a white note on the bedside table, and when I took it down and looked at the scribbles, I knew it was Jojo's: I'll drive your car to my parents' house to get the keys, and I'll be back to pick you up at night.
night? Jiahe sat up dazedly, his throat was burning with pain, and he reached out and touched his forehead, which seemed to be very hot. It was really unfortunate that they all got together. They quickly got dressed, and when they walked out of the room, they saw Wu Zhilun and Yi Wenze sitting at the small bar, as if they were talking about things. There was an aunty cleaning the courtyard outside, and the sun was shining brightly.
Hearing the sound, they both looked at her at the same time.
Yi Wenze snuffed out the cigarette naturally: "Did you sleep well?"
Jiahe glanced at Wu Zhilun, who was obviously ambiguous, and said, "It's good."
Wu Zhilun gestured at his watch: "It's said that women sleep and recognize the bed, so how do you say that sentence?" He acted thoughtfully, wondering if he really forgot to say it, or if it was intentional, "Yes, it's 'different from person to person'. ."
She swears that the image of this box office lucky star in her heart has completely collapsed... Although she is resentful, she still remembers the purpose of her coming out: "Where's Ah Qing?"
In fact, getting a fever in the rain is not a big deal. She can drive by herself to buy medicine, and go home and sleep under the quilt, and everything will be fine. But now the car has been driven away by Qiao Qiao. This is a villa area outside the outer ring. What's more sad is that it is still the idol's home. She didn't want to trouble him too much. medicine.
"She went out with Qiaoqiao," Yi Wenze asked, "Is there anything you want to do with her?"
Jiahe thought for a while and said that it was okay, but his voice became a little hoarse. She was afraid that the two of them would see something, so she went to the bar to pick up a glass and poured a glass of hot water herself, thinking about going back to the room to call Qiaoqiao, she should be able to buy medicine until the evening. Wu Zhilun was very acquainted and stopped teasing, and began to continue the topic just now. Jiahe turned his back to them and held the cup in both hands. It felt like a century had passed before the whole cup was filled.
Just when she turned around, Yi Wenze suddenly stopped her: "You look bad, are you sick?"
She tried to smile: "No, I guess it's too late."
Just when he was about to ask again, the aunt who swept the courtyard had already entered the door and asked if she wanted to prepare lunch for this lady. Yi Wenze nodded naturally, saying that it would be better to keep it simple. Jiahe listened beside him, and began to whimper, but at a time like this, she had no excuse to refuse, so she could only sit at the dining table dumbly.
Auntie was very nimble, took out the dumplings from the refrigerator, and fried them to a brilliant golden color.
Very northern way, add some vinegar and put it on the glass table: "Mr. Yi said that you are from the north, so you should like to eat pasta, right? No one has come here for a long time, and the noodles are not prepared. In the morning, I specially asked my husband to roll it. Bread." Auntie was very talkative, and continued to say that her husband is from the north, and the dumplings made are different, and the skin is very chewy.
The fragrant dumplings have always been Jiahe's favorite, but now she feels that the breath she exhales is almost more irritating than the heat of the dumplings... She simply counted the amount and stuffed it into her mouth, eating because of a fever. I don't know the taste, I just want to call Jojo back soon, it's even more uncomfortable when such a greasy thing hits my stomach.
When she was done eating, she was very diligent in cleaning up herself.
"Jiahe."
She stopped to look at him, bowl and chopsticks in hand.
He suddenly reached out and touched her forehead with the back of his hand, a polite test, but it made her heart beat fast.
"You have a fever," Yi Wenze quickly concluded, looking at Wu Zhilun, "Go and ask Auntie, where are the antipyretic medicines." "You go back to your room and lie down, and I'll be right over."
Jiahe wanted to say that it was all right, but his legs softened and nearly fell to the floor.
But in the end, it was he who grabbed her first, lost his center of gravity and hit the bar.
With a loud bang, the chopsticks were shaken to the ground, and his arms were propped on the table, so that she didn't touch her at all.
Jiahe was so frightened that he hurriedly struggled: "How are you?"
After she finished speaking, when she saw his leg from his arm, and confirmed that the injured leg was not hit by herself, she was relieved, but she felt more guilty and distressed: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"It's nothing," Yi Wenze reassured her and turned to Wu Zhilun, who stood up just now and hadn't fully reacted, "please help me help her into the room."
Everything that followed became extraordinarily dramatic. I don't know if she relaxed her nerves after being discovered. As soon as she lay on the bed, she burned into a mess, and the joints all over her body hurt so bad. The little assistant on the side couldn't help at all, Yi Wenze was beside her bed.
Every time she was photographed awake, she could see his face, with a blurred expression.
At night, her fever subsided, but there were only the two of them in the room. In order for her to fall asleep, the desk lamp has been turned to the lowest light. He is sitting on a chair with a computer on his lap. His face is illuminated by the white light of the display screen, and his facial features are distinct. Jiahe stared at him for a while, but his brain couldn't turn around for a while. After a long time, he asked, "Are you injured?"
He raised his head to look at her, and closed the computer: "Are you hungry?"
I haven't eaten all day, I'm really hungry.
At this moment, a call suddenly came in. She was embarrassed to look at Yi Wenze, but he naturally handed over the phone. It was the director of the next drama: "Jiahe, your phone is really difficult to make, how is it, can you come over tomorrow?"
Jiahe's voice was still a little hollow: "I'm sorry Director Liu, tomorrow... tomorrow should be fine."
By the time I slept until tomorrow morning, my fever should have almost completely subsided. Anyway, meetings are not physical work, so I should be able to handle it. The point is... She finally had an excuse to run away, she couldn't stay at Yi Wenze's house all the time.
"That's good, hurry up and finish, hurry up and change, I'm still waiting for the schedule for the first or second episodes." It seemed that there was nothing wrong with Jiahe's voice over there.
Yi Wenze suddenly made a gesture, motioning Jiahe to give him the phone.
Jiahe was stunned for a while, but after handing it over, he still didn't understand what he meant.
"Director Liu, hello," Yi Wenze answered the phone, "I'm Yi Wenze."
Jiahe looked at him blankly, until he heard him say that he was ill and might delay going to Beijing, then he completely understood what he was doing, and immediately became completely stupid. There is only one thought in my mind, it's over, I don't know what Director Liu will think...
On the other side of the phone, it seemed to be very happy and enthusiastic.
Yi Wenze listened for a while before continuing: "Okay, if there is a good script, I hope there will be opportunities for cooperation."
"Gene Era"