The box that Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan picked up was a soft sleeper box. There were originally four beds in the box, with bunks on each side. But this box was only used by them, and the other two beds were bought and left empty. Since it was said to be a private room, it was necessary to ensure that there were only the two of them in this confined space.
VJ followed up and wanted to put the equipment on it. Bai Jinqiu made a gesture and asked, "Can we stay alone for a while? Come in when the first task is released, and make a few more shots then. lens."
VJ called and asked the PD. The PD thought that they were in the box anyway, and there was no one else in the crowd to watch.
So VJ and Bai Jinqiu said hello, and flashed quickly with the equipment.
After closing the private room door, Bai Jinqiu looked at Cen Ziyan who was sitting in the corner without saying a word, pursed her lips, walked over and sat beside her silently, and asked softly, "Are you still angry with me?"
Cen Ziyan stared at the landscape flashing outside the window without speaking.
Bai Jinqiu held Cen Ziyan's shoulders and forced her to turn to face him. He squeezed the young and tight chin with his white fingertips, and stared at the pale lips, a trace of imperceptible struggle slipping through his eyes. She leaned forward and kissed him abruptly.
Cen Ziyan didn't resist, her eyes didn't close, she just sat blankly, letting Bai Jinqiu do anything to her.
Bai Jinqiu stuck out her tongue, and just when the tip of her tongue touched the gap between the other's lips, Cen Ziyan stopped her head and looked out of the window, her lips reddened by the sucking move slightly with water:
"I don't want a second cut in your mouth."
Bai Jinqiu was stunned, and subconsciously used her upper lip to touch the scabbed opening on the corner of her lips. She lowered her eyes, and after a while, she raised her eyes again, looking at the girl who was so familiar, yet extremely unfamiliar in front of her.
She still remembered how these mature facial features looked when they were a little more immature.
She couldn't remember how old Cen Ziyan was always chasing after her, maybe it was six years old, maybe earlier. She only remembered that the young Cen Ziyan was wearing a floral dress, her hair was tied into two braids, and she ran behind her in small steps. The braids were like the tender wings of a sparrow, flapping up and down in the sunny sunshine. The two words that appear most often in her mouth are "Auntie", and she always takes the trouble to say: "Auntie, can you peel the shrimp for me?" "Auntie, can you help me tie my shoelaces?" "Auntie, can you sign for me?" "Auntie, can you hold me to sleep?"
She doesn't like children, but Cen Ziyan is an exception. At that time, she was in her twenties, still a newcomer in the film industry, and there were not so many scenes for her to shoot. When she wasn't filming, she stayed at home by herself to study courses and books on acting. Sometimes both Cen's mother and Cen's father were on business trips, so she would ask her to take Cen Ziyan back to her home for a few nights.
Cen Ziyan, who was less than ten years old, would find various reasons to sleep in her arms. She would refuse at first, but later she couldn't find any reason to refuse. She held a soft and fragrant child under the bedside lamp. The feeling of reading the script is not bad. At that time, Cen Ziyan asked her, "Auntie, what are you looking at?"
"It's a story that's going to be made into a movie," she said.
Cen Ziyan said in a milky voice, "Then I will be like my aunt and I will make movies in the future."
"Yanyan, filming is to enter the entertainment industry."
"Then I'll enter the entertainment industry," Little Cen Ziyan clenched the collar of her pajamas, "I want to stay with my aunt all the time."
"Nonsense, Yanyan is going to get married in the future, how can she be with me all the time?"
Cen Ziyan's soft little face blushed, and she murmured, "Then I'll marry my aunt."
Bai Jinqiu just smiled and didn't take it to heart.
Cen Ziyan in her arms slowly grew from a single-digit age to a double-digit age, from a sticky child to a slender girl. Bai Jinqiu was used to sleeping with Cen Ziyan in her arms, so that when the eighteen-year-old Cen Ziyan was still in her arms, she still didn't realize anything was wrong.
Cen Ziyan, who has just grown up, is like a little sun, bright and warm, tearing apart the layers of dark clouds, and unexpectedly shining into her cold and lonely rainy day.
Young people are always full of enthusiasm, they do things regardless of the consequences, and if they like someone, they have to say it, no matter who the other party is, whether it is appropriate or not. The liking of young people is pure liking, which has nothing to do with family background, status, age and appearance, but only with the souls that two people attract to each other.
She couldn't remember exactly when Cen Ziyan confessed to her. She only remembered that she was panicked at the time. It was as if she had heard a big lamb saying that she fell in love with her shepherd. She was thirty-five years old at that time, and she already had a mature moral concept in her heart. Her moral concept made her run away subconsciously, and she kept on the run until Cen Ziyan didn't find her for three months.
For three months, she locked herself in an old house deep in the mountains. The three months alone made her think about a lot of things. For example, she actually liked Cen Ziyan a little bit. On those nights when she couldn't hold Cen Ziyan, she never had any sweet dreams again, and she actually looked forward to Cen Ziyan being by her side all the time. So three months later, when Cen Ziyan found her, she took advantage of her drunkenness to bring the young Cen Ziyan to the charming hotbed of adults, hoping to make the final confirmation of her heart in this way.
The unmanned Cen Ziyan shrank under her, her eyes could not hide the fear, but she still accommodated her drunk, her white shoulders trembled like the petals of daffodils, and she kept mumbling to her aunt. .
Auntie, take it easy.
Auntie I don't feel pain.
Auntie, don't leave me.
But early the next morning, after sobering up, Bai Jinqiu ran away.
The guilt brought by destroying a flower that grew up in front of her eyes turned out to really be able to overwhelm her attraction to her.
She didn't even wait for Cen Ziyan on the bed to wake up, she left in a panic, full of guilt.
He walked very thoroughly, went abroad directly, changed his mobile phone number, deleted contacts, and did not tell anyone his whereabouts. Don't want a career in China, don't want the actress title she earned for most of her life, and don't want Cen Ziyan.
When she was abroad, she deliberately cut off all contact with the country. So she didn't know what kind of life Cen Ziyan lived in the five years she left.
Everyone is scolding Cen Ziyan, even Cen's mother is scolding Cen Ziyan, saying that she was shameless to seduce Bai Jinqiu, she did not know self-love at a young age, and made herself a dirty woman, she said Cen Ziyan She was ill and sent Cen Ziyan to the psychiatry department of the hospital to force her to receive treatment. Cen Ziyan was locked in the hospital, frantically looking for Bai Jinqiu in various ways, and searched for a long time until she was exhausted and desperate. In the end, my obsession was exhausted, and I really contracted a mental illness.
Everyone said she was sick, everyone said it was her problem, how could a successful woman like Bai Jinqiu have problems? If a person as perfect as Bai Jinqiu shouldn't have problems, then it can only be Cen Ziyan who has problems. So in the end, Cen Ziyan felt that it was her own problem, if she didn't like Bai Jinqiu, it would be fine, if she didn't confess to Bai Jinqiu, if she could push away when Bai Jinqiu hugged her to bed She is fine. She began to think that everything she did was sinful, so that she had to listen to the "Great Compassion Mantra" every day and every night before she could fall asleep. Only when she found her faith could the Buddha be the only sustenance for her to live.
Since then, she has changed a person, no longer bright, no longer warm, and even for a long time, she couldn't make the corners of her lips curl into a smile.
Five years later, when Bai Jinqiu returned to China, he saw such a Cen Ziyan, her eyes were dazed, and she was as decadent as the peeling ashes of an old house.
She said, "Yanyan, I'm sorry, I failed you back then. I regret it, and I'll marry you now."
Cen Ziyan was silent for a long time and said, "Not everyone is waiting for you there."
She said, "It took me five years to find out, Yanyan, it's not you, no one can do it."
Cen Ziyan smiled at her, but the smile didn't reach her eyes: "But... you are not the you five years ago, and I am not the me five years ago."
She clenched her fists: "I will definitely marry you."
Cen Ziyan said, "Auntie, since you let me go, let me go completely."
She still called her aunt as before, but when she read those two words, there was no sparkle in her eyes anymore.
Just like now, a pair of peach blossom eyes are lifeless, as if nothing in this world can make her happy. In other words, if there really was someone or something that would make her happy, it would definitely not be Bai Jinqiu.
Cen Ziyan gently pushed Bai Jinqiu away, stood up with the help of the table, and wiped the corners of her lips that were wet from the kiss.
Bai Jinqiu became nervous: "Where are you going?"
Cen Ziyan didn't look at Bai Jinqiu, and replied in a low voice, "Go to the toilet."
"I'll accompany you." Bai Jinqiu immediately followed her and stood up.
Cen Ziyan didn't speak, neither agreed nor opposed, as if Bai Jinqiu was not around.
She opened the door of the box and was about to go out, but when she looked up, she unexpectedly saw Qing Huan and Nan Yang standing there.
The two should have come here not long ago, Qing Huan was communicating with the VJ in the next box, holding a task card with the "Honeymoon Together" LOGO in his hand.
"Ziyan," Qing Huan raised the task card in her hand towards her, "We were going in to find you, and just received a task, asking us to play with you..."
She quickly found that Cen Ziyan's expression was not quite right, she stopped talking and asked carefully, "Are you... alright?"
Cen Ziyan concealed the strangeness in her eyes, and smiled gently at Qing Huan: "It's okay."
"Would you like to wait a while and record again?" Qing Huan thoughtfully put away the task card.
"It's okay, I'll go to the toilet, and I'll continue recording when I get back."
Cen Ziyan staggered her positions politely, passed by Qing Huan and VJ, and Bai Jinqiu also took two steps forward. Cen Ziyan paused in her footsteps, turned around, and looked at Bai Jinqiu, "I want to go to the toilet by myself, can I, Auntie?"
Bai Jinqiu glanced at the staff who were fiddling with the equipment, and his face returned to the expressionless expression in front of outsiders, but he still didn't let go: "I'll accompany you."
Uncle VJ clicked his tongue twice: "Mr. Bai and Ziyan have such a good relationship, they have to go to the toilet together."
Cen Ziyan didn't insist any longer, but smiled after listening to VJ's words.
Looking at Cen Ziyan's smile, Qing Huan couldn't capture a little bit of real joy in her eyes. Her smile was more like red paint repeatedly painted on rotten apples, covering up the rotten flesh with false vividness.
Bai Jinqiu followed Cen Ziyan to the toilet at the end of the carriage, and VJ advanced to the box to set up the camera stand.
Nanyang leaned against the aisle window, crossed his arms, and asked in a voice that only Qing Huan could hear:
"Are you helping Cen Ziyan, or Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan?"
Qing Huan was stunned, "What do you mean?"
"If all you want to help is Cen Ziyan, then..." Nan Yang looked at Bai Jinqiu's blurry back at the other end of the carriage, "Perhaps you shouldn't match them anymore."
Qing Huan understood the meaning of Nanyang's words, and some things they saw.
If one person's feelings for another person are only fear and disgust, and if they are forcibly tied together, they will only torture each other.