After reading about ten pages of the book, Sheng Min's phone screen lit up. He picked it up and opened WeChat. It was Zhang Shan.
The reaction was similar to what he expected. Sheng Min lowered his eyes, paused for a moment, replied with an OK, and continued to flip through the drama script in his hand calmly.
I have read this book before, when I was still studying at the drama academy. I did not participate in "Picking the Moon" and was not as famous as I am now.
Sometimes I have too much work to do. Even though they are all small roles, I still have to run back and forth between various crews. Sometimes I can't get any notice for no reason. While facing financial difficulties, the only benefit is that I can finally go back to school and take classes for a few weeks. On weekend nights, I go to the open-air square to watch senior students rehearse a play.
Later, he participated in a talent show and became an instant hit. In order to maintain his exposure, the company arranged frequent announcements. He missed too many classes at school and was forced to take a leave of absence. However, he kept the habit of watching dramas. Since he had no time to go to the theater, he read a lot of scripts.
This is one of Yin Qianpin's very early works. The plot is so thin that it is almost non-existent. It is actually closer to a long essay than a drama.
It tells the story of what happened in a remote small town in the south, where people work from sunrise to sunset, and rest in a cycle over and over again.
In spring, the grass and trees will sprout, the autumn night mist will cover the summer moon, and when winter comes, the sky and the earth will be all white. Until next year, the melted spring water will flow and give birth to new life.
It was almost evening. The sunlight was a very gentle warm red color. It came in through the window and shone on the leaves of the green ivy, which were as green as some kind of jade. The remaining sunlight fell on his fingertips.
After reading a chapter, Sheng Min gradually felt sleepy. The story I was filming recently had too many plots set in the middle of the night or at dawn. I hadn't had a full night's sleep in a long time. I went back to N City again and felt really tired.
After hesitating for a moment, he stood up and opened the door of the lounge. Li Xuan didn't know where he developed this habit, but whenever he folded his quilt, it was always square, and the soft silk fabric could be folded into sharp corners.
Sheng Min bent down slightly and picked up a hair from the pillow. The corners of his lips curled up unconsciously. After thinking for a while, he took out his wallet and placed it closely together with his ID photo.
He took off his coat and lay down, pulling the quilt over his chin, half of his face buried in it. He could smell a refreshing aroma mixed with a hint of tobacco.
For some reason, Sheng Min remembered the smell of ripe wheat described in the script he had just read.
These were two completely unrelated flavors, but for some reason, they were unexpectedly connected at this moment. It was like he had just made an extremely impulsive decision that was reckless, but he felt like he had entered the peaceful life described in the book.
He turned slightly to face the door.
Separated by two doors and a long corridor, the noise coming from the conference room at the end was almost inaudible. Sheng Min couldn't tell why, but he seemed to be able to hear Li Xuan's voice.
What's impossible
He could recognize him at a glance among the millions of people in the world, and naturally he could distinguish him from the noisy voices of hundreds of millions.
He suddenly wanted to see Li Xuan at this moment.
This thought suddenly appeared in my mind, and I had an urge to find him immediately. Fortunately, Sheng Min has always been content. Being in the same space, this knowledge has already made him feel full and satisfied.
Be patient, it will take a long time, he said to himself, but then he thought, even just a moment would be enough.
Finally, I just closed my eyes, fell into the familiar atmosphere, and fell into a deep sleep.
When Li Xuan returned to the office, he didn't see anyone. A half-read book was still lying on the table.
I couldn't help but walk into the lounge with a little haste, and only when I saw the quilt bulge slightly under the warm yellow light of the bedside night lamp did I feel relieved.
Where else could he go? Sheng Min promised to wait for him, and she always waited for him.
He stood by the door and looked for a long time before he slowed down and walked over carefully, even his breathing unconsciously becoming lighter.
Sheng Min was sleeping soundly. Li Xuan was afraid of waking him up, so he didn't dare to sit down beside the bed. Instead, he half-knelt on the carpet, with his head against the edge of the bed, looking at him silently.
The sleeping face is very peaceful, and the eyelashes tremble slightly when breathing, leaving a little shadow on the side of the nose bridge. She is thin and white, just like a piece of fine bone china, which should be placed on a high platform for thousands of people to see, but she is willing to be someone's private collection.
But is this my fault
Li Xuan felt secretly delighted in his heart, and thought nonchalantly, what if there is
The only thing I regret is that I wasted too long. I wonder what I was hesitating about before.
All the questions and doubts were meaningless. There was no plan, and there was no need to have a plan. He had a set of rules for the world, but Sheng Min was outside the rules.
Every second missed is irreversible, but fortunately, they still have a long future.
She looked at him silently for a long time, gently touched his arm through the quilt, and fell asleep leaning against the bed.
I probably had a dream, I can't remember the details, it seemed like it was night, the stars were shining, the moon was bright. A breeze started again, maybe it was a spring night, only then would it be so gentle to brush his eyebrows.
Li Xuan opened his eyes and happened to see Sheng Min looking at him in a daze.
"woke up?"
I was so sleepy that even when I woke up I still felt like I was in a dream. Sheng Min’s voice was a little vague: “Why are you sleeping here?” He moved to the side and said, “Come up and sleep.”
"It's okay. Do you want to sleep a little longer?" Li Xuan asked him gently, "Are you hungry? Do you want to go out for dinner?"
Sheng Min shook his head and nodded, slowly reached his hand out from under the quilt, held his, and looked at Li Xuan intently for a long time.
"What's wrong?" Li Xuan asked.
"I was dying to see you just now... and as soon as I opened my eyes you were here."
His voice was still very low, like a dream. Li Xuan listened carefully and could not help but hold Sheng Min's hand tightly, kissed the back of his hand gently, leaned in close, and asked him coaxingly: "What if I don't come? What will you do?"
Sheng Min lowered his eyes again. His mind was slow due to sleepiness. He thought seriously for a long time before answering him softly, "No big deal."
Li Xuan felt a pang in his heart. He got up from the bed, hugged Sheng Min with the quilt, and whispered to him with his cheek against Sheng Min's soft hair, "... I am so stupid."
In a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, Sheng Min didn't know if she heard clearly or not. She rubbed her head against his neck unconsciously, but her answer was: "You are the best."
He was so sleepy that he mumbled this sentence and then fell asleep again in Li Xuan's arms.
The light fell on his hair, creating a gentle halo. Li Xuan tilted his head and kissed his hair, feeling a little dazed, as if they had been in love for many years.
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