Yong'an's performance was a bit beyond his imagination. Jiahe just handed in the last episode of the adaptation. Director Jiang over there had already called, to the effect that he wanted to make a sequel to Yong'an. Jiahe was lying on the bed, humming, still a little confused. He threw away the phone, turned over, plunged into Yi Wenze's arms and continued to sleep.
It took a full minute before she connected the words together.
Then he grabbed Yi Wenze's arm and started shaking: "The sequel, I hate the sequel the most."
The eyelashes of the person in front of him trembled, but he didn't open it. He stretched out his arm and wrapped her around her: "Good morning wife." His breath caught in his ear, and almost silently, he completely silenced her voice. Soon, the phone rang again, and she stretched out her hand from the quilt and struggled for a long time before picking it up.
Over there, Qiao Qiao was laughing: "Congratulations, when the sequel is talked about and the price is raised, I will rely on you to become a famous producer." Jiahe was almost breathless, trying to keep his voice normal: "In a moment... you."
Qiaoqiao was surprised: "You are busy so early? Your schedule is not like you."
Jiahe clenched his teeth and was speechless. The person on the phone quickly picked up the call. Yi Wenze's voice was gentle and moderate, with a slight apology: "My wife is doing morning exercises to exercise. I'll call you later."
The moment the phone hung up, Jiahe's ears were almost deafened by Qiaoqiao...
After the morning exercise, she immediately wanted to fall asleep again, only then did she remember that there was still a meeting today, so she could only get up with gritted teeth: "What should I do, how to write the sequel, it's time to become a biological child and the world will be settled, can we make another one? Little San?" The favorite form of domestic hot dramas was quickly organized in his mind, and he was embarrassed first.
If you write like this, you might as well kill me.
"How many episodes is it now?" He brought clean clothes and bowed his head to kiss her as he turned off the hot water.
"It's almost a thousand, I haven't talked seriously yet," Jiahe pushed him, his face was so red that he could dye the cloth: "It's serious."
With the sound of rushing water, the water level in the bathtub slowly rose, and layers of ripples beat on the white porcelain, filled with water mist. He bent down to look at her and smiled quietly: "wife, this is a very serious thing."
Jiahe was almost driven to death by him, and pushed him into the bathtub in embarrassment: "Didn't you just finish your morning exercise..." After saying that, she choked first, and immediately slammed the door out, so as not to be implicated again.
"Heaven Comes"
Since Yi Wenze came back, he has been idle for a while, dutifully making a guest appearance as Jiahe's full-time driver every day. It's just that every time he was forced to leave very far, he stopped and was not allowed to show his face. In the end, even Wu Zhilun mocked Yi Wenze for being very thoroughly hidden by Jinwu. In fact, the most embarrassing thing is Jiahe herself, who follows her like a shadow, making her unable to do what she wants to do...
It wasn't until Yi Wenze was filming in a magazine interview studio that Jiahe took the time to go shopping thoroughly.
When Yi Wenze came home in the evening, she was sitting on the sofa, her eyes blinking, with a lot of bags beside her.
He was standing at the entrance to change his shoes, Jiahe couldn't wait to take out large and small... Shorts and socks: "I bought you a lot." She talked about the size as she spoke, Yi Wenze looked at her quietly, until After she finished laying out the display, she smiled and said, "You have been busy all day today, so you just bought these?"
"Obviously, I'm exhausted," Jiahe took the scissors and removed the labels one by one, "although you always wear sterile underwear, but no matter how I look at it, it's awkward, my uncle is the only one in our family, because he's a surgeon who looks like you. It's the same habit. But every time they have an operation, they think it's dirty. You, it's better to be normal. "
suddenly.
He lowered his head and smiled, then came over and sat beside her, hugging her from his side: "How do you know my size so well?"
... have lived together for so long.
Of course, she didn't say this, just folded everything: "What about you, after taking a shower every day, throw the dirty clothes into the basket next to the washing machine, remember to open them by category, and I will wash them for you in batches. ." She wrenched his arm and walked into the bedroom with a load of pantyhose.
Sitting on the sofa, he subconsciously wanted to touch a cigarette, gave up after thinking about it, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.
When Jiahe came out, he saw that he was looking at the TV screen seriously, and he knew what it was just by listening to the dialogue. She walked over and sat next to him, and it was the first time she was seriously looking at what she had written... "Don't you feel awkward? Look at what you acted?" She was curious, wouldn't Yi Wenze feel embarrassed
She was the one who wrote it, and she felt blushing just listening to these bloody dialogues.
He is the person who plays, and he will not feel embarrassed to play these scenes of thunder and thunder.
"I'm thinking about how you feel when you write this." He was thoughtful. On the screen, he was holding Liao Jing, softly speaking a large piece of sensational dialogue. Jiahe hugged the cushion and hummed for a long time before saying, "I don't know, the plot needs it." When it's over, she can take it down, and it's time for the kiss scene...
Suddenly, the screen went completely dark.
Because he turned off the light just now, Jiahe's eyes didn't adjust to the darkness for a while, so he gave him a complete kiss. She was still thinking about the next kiss scene, and felt a little awkward. When she wanted to push him, she was naturally hugged by him. Jiahe snorted: "Don't try to bribe me with beauty, there is no passion scene in the sequel."
I'm so pissed I'm so pissed off...
She heard him say, "My friend is going to hold a concert and invite me as a guest."
Just change the subject, Jiahe continues to resent, sequel, sequel, I don't want to write a sequel... Thinking of Yi Wenze's kiss scene, my heart is sour, and I'm dying of sadness.
"This is his first show in the mainland," Yi Wenze whispered, "Would you like to see it?"
Jiahe leaned against his arms quietly, thinking that I'm not rare, don't try to bribe me with a concert ticket. However, she still has some small ripples. For a long time, except that he recorded one or two albums when he first debuted, he never sang again. After a while, she couldn't stand the itch and she took the initiative to wag her tail and said, "Give me three."
Then, he kissed him unexpectedly, thought about it, and kissed him twice more.
Wu Jiazhilun was right, he found his relatives a hundred times when he was outside, so it shouldn't be awkward. Yi Wenze raised his eyebrows lightly, "Are you taking the initiative to invite me?"
What is set fire to the body? She was definitely asking for it.
…
She didn't understand who Yi Wenze was talking about until she got the ticket.
Qiao Qiao gave her a thumbs up, you are awesome, what is the price of this ticket, and you even got three tickets in a row. Jiahe pouted and glanced at her deliberately without looking at who my man was. Xiao Yu patted her shoulder very painfully, finding a star has a lot of disadvantages, but the advantages are only a little bit, you are really enjoying yourself.
Because Qiao Qiao and Xiao Yu came late, the three of them didn't have time to eat, so they bought coffee and cakes at the Starbucks station at the entrance, held them in their hands, and entered the arena among countless crushes. It wasn't until he sat down, Jiahe looked at the people around him waving light sticks that he realized that the three old people had forgotten the necessary weapons for watching the concert.
She poked Jojo: "Go out and buy some of the biggest ones and come in."
Qiao Qiao was taking a sip of coffee: "Why do you always instruct me?"
"Of course you have to contribute to the ticket I issued." She glanced at Xiao Yu who was calm, "If you can ask for a smile, you can do whatever you want." Qiao Qiao was depressed: "I can't afford to drive a white license car. It's better to send yourself."
Just when Qiao Qiao was going out, Jiahe saw the new tattoo on Xiao Yu's back, and said, "Is it really tattooed?" Xiao Yu hummed and said nothing. She was smugly drinking coffee, and there were a few fans behind her who were guessing about today's guests, she listened to each other, bit her lip and looked at Xiao Yu: "I said, it's been twelve years, you haven't react?"
Xiao Yu lowered his head, opened the plastic bag of bread, and took a bite: "I love him voluntarily, and he has no obligation to return it."
"Or," Jiahe blinked, "I will match Wu Zhilun for you?"
"Didn't you say that he looks like a woman and an alcoholic?" Xiao Yu had the look of you being a force to buy and sell.
Jiahe angrily ripped open the plastic bag: "I really want to write him an anonymous letter. If the prince doesn't kiss him, Sleeping Beauty will go straight to sleep and turn into a vegetative state."
Xiao Yuzheng took a sip of coffee and almost spit it out.
When Jojo came back, the band had already started on stage. She shoved the light stick into the hands of the two of them, and immediately stood up and shouted her name. Jiahe looked at her embarrassedly, and said that she didn't like it before she came, so she was in a state so quickly.
However, in this atmosphere, everyone was standing, and the two of them couldn't really see anything when they were sitting. In the end, they could only go with the flow, stand up, and listen to five songs in a row before they could sit down.
The person on the stage suddenly faced Mai and coughed: "This time, you must have guessed for a long time. If it weren't for him in Beijing, it would be really difficult for me to make an appointment."
Jiahe's heart trembled, his arm was stabbed by Qiao Qiao: "It's about to shake, Yi Wenze hasn't sung for many years?" Jiahe said absently, "It's been so many years, I almost can't remember. ."
Between these two sentences, someone came out from the side of the stage with a guitar.
Because it is a dark place, and there is no chasing light, except for the first few rows of the infield, the back can't be seen clearly. For a while, I only heard someone shouting in front of me, but the outside field was a little quiet, I couldn't hear the voice of the front row, and they all guessed with heart.
Until he walked to the chasing spot, before he picked up the microphone, the whole audience was screaming and boiling.
Countless light sticks, countless people, shouted Yi Wenze, I love you.
He picked up the microphone, "I love you too," and then smiled lightly, "I haven't been on such a stage for a long time, and it seems that I'm not used to it."
Scream, still scream.
Even Jiahe was a little excited, and completely turned into an excited fan.
Under the chasing light, there are the two of them, and on the big screens on both sides, there is a close-up view of him.
The protagonist smiled and put his arms around his shoulders, making fun of the hot scene, to the effect that it was just the local customs of Beijing, an interesting story when he came. When Jiahe was listening happily, the conversation had changed on the stage, and he made a personal joke: "Is your girlfriend here?"
Yi Wenze sat down, lowered his head to tune in, and said warmly, "She's here."
After the subtle silence, a louder scream broke out, and even Jojo covered her ears and protested loudly. At this moment, as if something slipped into the deepest part of his heart, Jiahe held the light stick a little stiff, and could hardly hear Qiao Qiao's teasing.
"I didn't write this song, but it's suitable for tonight, for you and her."
He bowed his head and played with pure guitar accompaniment, without any noise.
"If you don't see the sun tomorrow, what will the whole world be like? At this last moment, let me hold you tightly. Hold you, hold you, hold you. If life is really impermanent, I would like to face it calmly. Don't panic, I have you by my side, and you give me strength. Hold you, hold you, hold you...
The voice was very light and clean, suppressing the atmosphere of the whole scene.
It was obviously a concert, but it was too quiet. It was as quiet as if he was sitting in front of him and sang this song casually.