Jiahe wanted to deny it, but it felt inappropriate when the words came to her lips. After all, she hummed honestly and picked up the magazine Yi Wenze had read in the afternoon. He didn't ask any more questions, just turned on the reading light for her: Bought economy class?"
Then, handed her a bottle of water and unscrewed the cap.
Jiahe took the bottle and took a sip: "Economy class, in less than two hours, just doze off." It's not a long-term torture on international flights, and he doesn't need to avoid the public eye like a celebrity, naturally he doesn't need to. Waste of money.
Yi Wenze nodded, "Just get used to it."
She took a sip of water and flipped through the magazine at will. After all, she was not used to reading large articles in English, so she could only put it back to the original place: "Is there a Chinese magazine? It's the kind of magazine that doesn't need to read any text." In fact, she doesn't like reading that much. Magazines, just sitting side by side like this, it's not safe not to take a little distraction.
Before Yi Wenze could answer, the driver pointed to the front passenger seat: "A Qing just dropped it, she likes to watch it."
When Jiahe leaned over to look at it, there really was a stack of gossip magazines and a lot of fashion magazines on the passenger seat. She saw that a few of them featured Yi Wenze on the cover. . Suddenly there was a brake, and before he had time to react, Yi Wenze had already held onto her waist and pulled her back.
"Thank you." She didn't dare to look at him, so she could only look down at the magazine she was holding in her hand. The cover happened to be a photo of Yi Wenze and Tian Chu, and she even made a tearing effect in the middle. It's really... Coincidentally, Jiahe flipped open the cover calmly, and the top of the new song list was Tianchu's new song. Just as he was about to flip it again, Yi Wenze had already glanced at it, she immediately pointed to the top of the new song list, and had nothing to look for. He said, "Wu Zhilun told me that day, was this song written by you two years ago?"
As soon as I asked, I regretted it. It really is a pot that can't be opened and mentioned.
Yi Wenze glanced at the place she pointed to: "The song has been written for a long time, and the lyrics were filled in by him two years ago."
His voice was calm, his expression was calm, and nothing was wrong with him.
Jiahe snorted, wanting to change the subject, he said again: "This was written for a fan of mine, probably in 1999."
Jiahe immediately sighed: "I'm really happy."
He smiled and said nothing.
When the car arrived at the airport, it was less than eight o'clock. The road, which was usually very congested, was exceptionally smooth today.
Jiahe glanced at the departure gate, the lights were bright, and there was still a crowd of tourists, so he cautiously turned to look at Yi Wenze: "There must be waiting for you to go back there, I'll go first."
He did not refute, but briefly described his itinerary: "I will be in Shanghai during this time, and if nothing else happens, I will go to Beijing next month."
Going to Beijing next month
She was a little surprised: "Is it for the new show?"
If I remember correctly, he had been giving feedback on the new script in Hengdian before.
The driver got out of the car and opened the trunk to get his luggage, only the two of them were left in the car.
Yi Wenze smiled: "Didn't you say you have the opportunity to invite me to dinner?"
Jiahe remembered the note, smiled and nodded immediately and said, "I have free time in Beijing, call me whenever you are free, and I will bring you something good to eat." After speaking, he added, "It's not very good. the same thing."
"Okay." He replied simply.
Jiahe wanted to say goodbye, but felt that he should say goodbye again.
The sudden silence made the atmosphere a little subtle.
She cleared her throat, and when she looked up at him unconsciously, he had already lowered his head with a smile, and quickly touched her lips: "Be safe."
A very shallow kiss that leaves with one touch, very gentle and polite.
Jiahe stared at him for three seconds, muttered goodbye, and got out of the car as if fleeing.
Pick up the luggage, say goodbye in a low voice, and leave. Everything went on smoothly, but when Jiahe checked in, he was still confused, holding his ID card in a trance. "Miss, do you have any luggage to check in?" the staff asked, and she hurriedly put the luggage on the transport belt.
Because it was not a weekend, there were quite a few empty seats on the plane. There were only four or five people in this row, all waiting quietly for takeoff. Behind them, there was a man and two women laughing and talking, making it a little noisy.
When she saw that it was almost time, she took out her mobile phone and was about to turn it off, but the flight attendant suddenly announced on the radio that the plane was queuing up and waiting to take off. A man and two women complained a few words behind them, and then turned to talking about this year's Mango Channel talent show. She listened to it for a long time, but she still called Yi Wenze.
"Haven't taken off yet?" Yi Wenze picked up quickly, there was some noise around him, and it was estimated that he had already returned to the hotel.
"I want to explain something to you." Jiahe whispered.
"Okay." His voice was still gentle.
Jiahe was afraid that after he spoke, the two of them would be embarrassed when they met, but if he didn't say it...he felt very stuck.
"I think you may have misunderstood something," she finally summoned up her courage. "It was really an accident that I stayed at your house two days ago. I didn't have any special purpose. Maybe Jojo likes to joke, which made the relationship so embarrassing. ," There was no sound, she seemed to be listening, but she didn't seem to be listening carefully. She only felt her heartbeat was getting slower and slower, and after a long pause, she continued, "What happened last night was really not that serious. , but if I keep getting along like this, I'm afraid... I'll really like you."
After speaking in one breath, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief and pressed the phone to her ear nervously, as if ready to hear him say you think too much, it was just a goodbye kiss from a friend or something.
Unexpectedly, he only asked gently: "Is there any more?"
"there is none left."
He said a moment to wait, then said nothing. The phone went from noisy to quiet, and there was still the pros and cons of the draft behind him. Jiahe looked at the brightly lit terminal outside the window and waited for him.
In fact, I'm really not smart. There are many relationships like this around me, but it's just an ambiguous relationship between men and women. But she knows herself too well. If she develops like this, she will definitely fall into it in the end, and she is destined to be hurt.
After a while, there was a voice over there: "Jiahe, are you very insecure with me?"
"It's not..." She froze for a moment.
"Because it's just the beginning, I don't want to put too much pressure on you," his voice lowered a little, but it was clear, "I know that for ordinary couples, it's normal to open up their feelings, but too much attention , it might hurt you."
His words poured into her ears bit by bit, making her like a dream, her head was pressed against the front seat, her face was so hot that it almost burned.
"Jiahe." He seemed to realize that something was wrong with her, so he called her.
"Actually..." Jiahe's voice was a little hoarse, he didn't know what he wanted 'actually'...
The plane suddenly began to move, and after a light beep, the flight attendant began to routinely inform the passengers that they were about to take off, and asked passengers to fasten their seat belts and turn off all electronic devices. Yi Wenze also seemed to hear the voice: "Are you going to take off?"
Jiahe hummed softly.
"Shut down first, and tell me when you arrive in Beijing."
She hummed again, still maintaining her original posture, waiting for him to hang up first.
Time seemed to stand still, no one hung up the phone first, and no one spoke.
After a while, Yi Wenze asked with a smile, "Why didn't you hang up?"
Jiahe was bored for a long time, and was embarrassed to say that he was waiting for him to hang up first, so he had to press hang up first.
When the flight attendant brought the drink, she was still in a daze. She asked for a glass of orange juice and drank half of it at once. It was cold and sour and delicious. In her ears, the flight attendants kept asking questions, and the three young people behind her were still chatting happily, but she no longer felt the noise, and she could hardly hear them anyway...
When he arrived in Beijing, it was Xiao Yu who picked up the plane.
Among the college classmates, she and Xiao Yu are from Beijing, and naturally have a good relationship. Otherwise, they would not have had that phone call, coercing and enticing themselves to find actresses for endorsement. She parked the car at the departure gate, her ankle-length purple dress stood out against the SUV. It wasn't until Jiahe came out that she went over to take the salute and smiled at her: "Why are you blushing, it seems that the climate in Shanghai is good."
Jiahe's face turned red again, her heart was full, she always had the urge to share it with others, but she felt that she couldn't accept what happened, so she could only look at her, took out her phone and silently sent a text message: I to Beijing.
Soon, he called back.
Jiahe was so embarrassed that he stared at the phone and dared not answer. Xiao Yu threw his luggage into the trunk and looked at her strangely: "Why don't you answer the phone?"
She just picked it up and fed in a low voice.
"When will you be home?"
"I'm staying at a friend's house today," after he finished speaking, he hurriedly added, "It's a girl's friend." But after adding it, it's okay to feel stupid. She seemed to be laughing over there, and she was even more embarrassed. She just said a few words and said good night.
But I really hung up and started to regret it. I waited all the way and wanted to say a few more words to him...
By the time we got to the city, it was almost twelve o'clock.
The two had no choice but to find a restaurant on the East Second Ring Road for a late night snack. When they sat down, Jiahe realized that there were so many coincidences in this world. The table next to him was a man and two women on the plane. Their faces, but the man's voice is very distinctive. At this time, the two little girls are also doing well, but they seem to be from art school.
Xiao Yu glanced at the sunglasses on the young man's face and whispered to Jiahe, "Little star?"
Jiahe shrugged: "I don't know, maybe I've made two plays." Because of the man's clamor, she added in a rude way, "Maybe she played some kind of eunuch manager, with more than a dozen lines. of."
The two of them tacitly agreed and smiled at each other.
"I saw Wu Zhilun last time," the young man's voice was still very loud, "actually, their big stars are no different from ordinary people, and I even smoked with him. Do you know about his scarf recently? Actually, There is an inside story."
Jiahe was taking a sip of water and nearly spit it out.