Yi Hui had not rested in a quiet and comfortable environment for a long time, but Yi Hui slept soundly that night. In addition to the nap on the road, he actually slept thirteen hours a day.
I woke up with a headache and felt like I didn't get enough sleep. But he couldn't sleep anymore, he had to go out before Zhou Jinheng woke up.
It was written in the agreement that he had to stay at home for twelve hours a day. Yi Hui planned to spend the rest of his time elsewhere and try not to meet Zhou Jinheng.
He slept in the guest room upstairs. After getting up, he didn't use the nearby bathroom upstairs. He took out the prepared toiletries from his bag and went downstairs.
Hearing the movement in the direction of the kitchen at the corner, Yi Hui thought he had heard it wrong. He walked downstairs and saw a tall figure flashing past the door of the semi-open kitchen.
The stove and range hood were both working. Surrounded by noise, Zhou Jinheng didn't notice that someone was going downstairs. He was holding the spatula and didn't know what was in the pan. Yi Hui didn't even plan to greet him, walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
In just five minutes of washing up, Yi Hui himself summed up the reason why Zhou Jinheng got up early to cook.
There was a lot of uproar about the previous strike and breach of contract. Anyone who caught a passerby could talk about it. Many media celebrities followed suit and took advantage of this incident, grabbing Zhou Jinheng's so-called "non-professional ethics" to move the rhythm to the actor's. The income is far greater than the pay.
It would be better if it were someone else. Zhou Jinheng's bad temper was heard both inside and outside the circle, and all of the public opinion was directed at him for a while. All kinds of revelations from anonymous people who didn't know the truth or fakes went viral on the Internet. , Get a movie star and go away, ask for special treatment in the crew... All kinds of things that catch the wind are rushing to greet him, just the popular Yi Hui of this kind of news has brushed several articles, and the people who eat melons just want to see it. No one cares about the authenticity and whether there is solid evidence.
This made Yi Hui couldn't help thinking of the plagiarism incident that happened to him. It was an unwarranted incident. When instigated by someone with a heart, it caused indignation and abuse from many people who didn't know the truth.
At that time, he felt that the sky was falling, and he couldn't eat or sleep. Zhou Jinheng's situation was more serious, and the range of divergence was wider. If it were him, he might be autistic enough to quit the circle.
That's why Zhou Jinheng has been so abnormal these days, plus he has pushed a show off schedule and has no job, so he is busy cooking at home. It may seem strange, but when you think about it, it is normal to use other things to distract your attention.
Zhou Jinheng was answering the phone when he went out, and Yi Hui had no intention of eavesdropping, but Zhou Jinheng couldn't turn on the speakerphone, and the volume didn't subside at all, so he was forced to listen.
"Go back? Why, you brought the man named Tan to the house again?"
"You think beautifully! Your notoriety has spread all over the world. You are not enough actors, and you have made so many messy things that you have lost my old face! The Tan family is not deaf or blind, you think they will accept it. Are you such a scandal-ridden person?"
"That's good." Zhou Jinheng's tone rose, "The young master of the Tan family has a discerning eye, please help me convey a sentence, I wish him an early date to find a good husband."
"you-"
"I haven't had breakfast yet, so hang up first."
Without waiting for Zhou Huarong on the opposite side to finish speaking, Zhou Jinheng quickly hung up the phone, washed his hands and put the fried eggs out of the pot. When he turned around and saw Yi Hui, there was still a smile on his face: "Are you up?"
Yi Hui nodded without saying "good morning".
"Why don't you wash up upstairs?" Putting the two plates in his hand on the dining table, Zhou Jinheng said, "I've prepared a new toothbrush and towel for you."
Yi Hui glanced at the different shapes of fried eggs on the two plates, and said, "I brought it myself."
The bathroom upstairs is the owner's private site, and the downstairs is for guests. Yi Hui put himself in the position of the tenant, but Zhou Jinheng didn't seem to be able to accept it. He was stunned for a while, but he didn't force him to change according to his own requirements. He just let him sit and went back to the kitchen to get things.
Pour another glass of juice and put it in front of Yi Hui. This time, it was watermelon juice, and the refreshing and sweet fragrance hit his face. Yi Hui, who was on an empty stomach, was immediately hooked, the tip of his nose moved, and he sniffed the taste he liked greedily.
When Zhou Jinheng saw it, he didn't say a word, and sat across from the dining table, the corner of his mouth smiling even more.
It was a quiet breakfast.
Or it was because Yi Hui was unilaterally silent, so he seemed quiet.
Zhou Jinheng is not a talkative person, especially during meal time. However, compared to before, he talked a lot more at the dinner table today.
For a while, I asked how the egg was fried, and next time I asked if I would like to fry it a little more. Then I asked if the juice was too sweet and I wanted to refill it. Halfway through the meal, I asked if I have any plans for today. .
The first few questions can be answered by nodding and shaking his head, but the last one cannot. Yi Hui had no choice but to say, "Go out and come back in twelve hours."
If it wasn't for the fact that it was clearly stated in the agreement that we had to eat breakfast and dinner together, he would not be sitting here at all, but would just buy two buns on the street and nibble while looking for a cafe where he could sit all day.
He didn't want to stay here for a moment.
In the past night alone, Zhou Jinheng seemed to be used to being rejected by him. This time, he didn't even show any obvious stuns. He put down the half-eaten omelette and said, "Call me if you have anything."
Yi Hui was forced to store a new number on his mobile phone, and Zhou Jinheng's previous number was blocked by him.
When entering the name, he habitually entered the full name. The word "Heng" was hard to find. When turning the page, he flicked his hand and accidentally pressed "hum".
Zhou Jinheng, Hengheng, hum, Dora hum.
Yi Hui laughed at himself in his heart. It turned out that people had already warned him that he could only blame himself for being stupid. So many clues were not investigated, and he only remembered his tenderness in his heart.
There is nothing to communicate on the phone.
Yi Hui went out with his laptop on his back, found a KFC two blocks away, and sat for most of the day.
Lunch is settled in the shop, chatting with mother and sister while eating burgers.
It was lunch break, both of them were free. Yi Hui was busy chatting on both sides, so he simply opened a WeChat group and told the story that he had made up before going to bed yesterday. The first stop of the Fengfeng team was S City. A clean business hotel, and now he is eating at the fast food restaurant next to the hotel with other classmates.
Jiang Xuemei wanted to see what he had eaten. Yi Hui patted the half-eaten hamburger and sent it to him. The two people on the other side had very different reactions. Jiang Xuemei asked him how to eat this if he had a bad stomach. She was dying of hunger without KFC.
After receiving the care from his family, Yi Hui's quiet mood for a long time was finally injected with a ray of fresh air.
At 7:30 p.m., he sent the finished painting to the editor-in-charge mailbox, packed his things and walked back, admiring the bustling night view of S City. Half an hour passed quietly, and it was just 8 o'clock when he stepped in the door.
An aunt wearing an apron greeted her and said respectfully, "Mr. Yi is back."
Only then did Yi Hui know that the family had hired an aunt again.
Come to think of it, Zhou Jinheng is not good at taking care of the trivial matters of life. It used to be too hard to boil water. How could it be possible to keep the house in such an orderly manner? The morning omelette was about the product of his accidental whim.
The person who cooks has changed. Dinner is much richer than breakfast. Sweet and sour fish, Kung Pao chicken, pine nut corn, pineapple sweet and sour pork, plus a winter melon and pork ribs soup are all home-cooked dishes, but they are all cooked like a hotel chef. The professional level, sweet and sour, better than the previous aunt's craftsmanship.
"Is Mr. Yi still satisfied?" The aunt with a simple and honest smile asked aside, "These dishes are prepared according to Mr. Zhou's requirements. Mr. Zhou said that you are very sweet. I put more sugar and less salt in each dish. ."
Yi Hui was not sure if Zhou Jinheng ordered this, or if the aunt was willing to talk a lot and take credit.
He didn't look up at the person on the other side, after praising his aunt's craftsmanship, he corrected his address in front of Zhou Jinheng: "My surname is not Yi, my surname is Jiang."
In the next few days, Yi Hui continued to leave early and return late, stepping back on the 12-hour line every day, which was more accurate than students stepping into the classroom when they went to school early. Most of the remaining 12 hours were spent sleeping.
He drilled through the loopholes in the agreement with peace of mind, but whenever he was at home, he would close the door tightly and use the bathroom as a last resort. He must lie on the door panel and listen to make sure there was no movement downstairs before opening the door and going downstairs.
Too many times, it is inevitable that there will be mistakes in judgment.
For example, tonight, Yi Hui changed a few pieces of clothes to wash, and walked downstairs on tiptoe. He didn't notice the light leaking from the crack of the bathroom door. He opened the sliding door halfway, only to find someone inside.
"You don't want to see me that much?"
Zhou Jinheng's questioning voice stopped him from pushing the door back. Yi Hui froze in place, realizing that he didn't need to hide, so he walked in with the basin in his arms.
The bathroom is big enough for two people to stand. Yi Hui was washing his clothes in front of the sink. Zhou Jinheng leaned against the edge of the sink, holding a half-drinked can of beer in his hand. He faced the mirror, not knowing what he was looking at.
After the three sentences "Let Auntie wash it", "What did you play outside today" and "Drink juice?" did not get a response, Zhou Jinheng chuckled lightly and tapped Yi Hui's shoulder with a can: "Don't ignore me..."
I don't remember how long I haven't heard such a sloppy tune from him. Yi Hui's hands stopped for a while, then he increased his speed, and after rubbing it a few times, he wrung it out and was about to leave. When he reached the door, Zhou Jinheng suddenly supported him on the door frame. Arms blocked the way.
"Do you hate me so much?"
Yi Hui didn't look up, so he couldn't see his expression, only smelled a faint smell of alcohol.
Zhou Jinheng kept smiling where no one could see, but his voice trembled slightly: "Can't you just... smile at me like before?"
Yi Hui didn't know how to laugh, as long as he stepped into this room, he wouldn't laugh anymore.
I used to laugh because I was stupid, because he was Yi Hui. Now that he is Jiang Yihui, when he made up his mind to live, he decided to give up everything in the past and start over with a new identity.
The past that haunted him, whether good or bad, he would have to leave behind. Even if he can't forget it for a while, he can't give up halfway and compromise. When he was still a fool, he knew what to say, but when he became smart for no reason, he forgot his self-esteem and went back on his word.
Besides, the agreement was made by Zhou Jinheng, and he just implemented it according to the terms. As long as there was no mistake, Zhou Jinheng would have nothing to do with him.
For a long time after that night, Yi Hui didn't meet anyone in the downstairs bathroom. Sometimes I can't see him at breakfast time, and my aunt said he went out before dawn.
Being hacked is only temporary. Even if he loses some fans because of this incident, he is still the popular star who responds to every call. If there is no filming, he must be stuffed with some temporary announcements by the company.
When he was not at home, Yi Hui only felt relieved, and occasionally came back half an hour early to help auntie prepare dinner together.
"Mr. Zhou said that he has to make four dishes and one soup when he is not at home." Auntie said while washing the dishes, "He said that you are being stubborn. When you ask, you will eat everything. When the dishes are on the table, you still just stare at them. Your favorite clip."
Yi Hui didn't know when this was what Zhou Jinheng said, but he just felt uncomfortable, and his heart was very tight.
It's like listening to the story of a captive canary. If the breeder treats it a little bit, it should be grateful, and it should be rewarded, no matter if the bird breaks its leg when it is caught, or Broken wings.
Unable to eat, he put down his chopsticks after eating a small bowl of rice and went upstairs. When he woke up in the middle of the night and heard the sound of the door downstairs closing, followed by a series of steady footsteps from far to near, Yi Hui rolled over and changed his position to lie on his side, closing his eyes for a long time before falling asleep again.
When I got up in the morning and went downstairs, there was indeed something more at home, a small blue watering can. He mentioned it to his aunt last night, saying that the nozzle of the pot for watering the flowers was broken.
It was also before, what he needed, then things would appear near him unexpectedly, shoe brushes, toilet water, chargers... Sometimes he didn't use them yet, and things were already in place in advance.
Maybe it was learned from some bastard, Yi Hui thought. But using this method to tie him up, and being nice to him, what is this
What is the difference between this and borrowing someone else's identity to approach him and take care of him with ulterior motives
He may appreciate it, but he will never appreciate it.
If these things didn't appear on someone else's site, but were given to him by name as before, he would put them away one by one, and then throw them all out.
The author has something to say: There will be more and more interactions, and the old mother can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.